I don't own Digimon.

A/N: This was a lot more difficult to write than I thought it would be, mostly because the characters featured in this chapter are generally laid-back and easygoing. I wanted to keep that sort of atmosphere intact rather than slipping into dramatics or behaviour that would be too far out of character for them. A little set up for future chapters and after this we'll head back to the group in the Digital World.

Following the Footsteps of Destiny

Chapter 301: The Bonds of Love

DarkAngelicmon

Cyber, Western Hemisphere, Digital World

DarkAngelicmon paused just outside the door of the small utility room where they had left YukiOnnamon and Spritemon earlier in the evening before confronting the Digidestined, and bowing at the waist, he held out his arm and said grandly, "After you, my slithery companion."

"My, such a gentleman," Encantamon joked, flinging the door open with a flourish. "Let's make this quick. I'd like to find a nice damp place to spend the night."

Not exactly my idea of a pleasant rest, but to each their own, I suppose.

The thought amused him, and following the serpent digimon into the small room, he said boldly, "We have returned from our mission. Quite successfully, I might add."

"Oh, shut it," Spritemon grumbled, swinging her legs back and forth like a petulant child. "I'm annoyed enough as it is. The last thing I want to hear is your dumb gloating."

The little pixie digimon was sitting on the desk at the other end of the room, a sour look marring her fairy-like features, and lounging on the thick glowing pipes running along the wall near a storage cabinet, YukiOnnamon regarded them in cool silence, her expression indicting she wasn't at all impressed by their dramatic entrance. Encantamon was quick to make herself comfortable on the floor, and laughing softly, the serpent digimon said, "He does like to show off, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, it's aggravating. Makes me want to pluck all his feathers out," Spritemon snorted, angrily crossing her arms over her chest.

"What have you to report?" YukiOnnamon interrupted, sending the little pixie digimon a warning look.

DarkAngelicmon slowly moved further into the room, and deliberately settling himself on the desk next to Spritemon, he said lightly, "I think it's best if Encantamon regales you with our tale. She's an excellent storyteller."

"Not going to hoard all the glory for yourself?" Spritemon scoffed, elbowing him roughly in the side.

DarkAngelicmon was pleased to discover that his efforts hadn't gone to waste, and knowing his close proximity to the little pixie digimon was having the desired effect, he smiled and said, "I am always happy to share the wealth, even if I don't receive any gratitude for all my hard work."

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you."

"Getting under your skin, I presume? If that is what you're referring to then of course I'm doing it on purpose."

"Why you-"

"Knock it off, you fools," YukiOnnamon hissed, her black eyes narrowing into angry slits. "Cease your petty bickering at once and let Encantamon speak. Tell me, now that you've had a chance to observe them, what are your thoughts regarding the Digidestined, particularly the girl?"

Encantamon shrugged, and gazing thoughtfully at the ceiling riddled with pipes, the serpent digimon said, "As a team, they're uncoordinated and sloppy. We were able to handle them easily in battle without too much trouble. A lot of that is due to obvious fear and anxiety, and it's affecting their ability to work together as a solid unit."

"And here I thought they were all about teamwork," Spirtemon mocked, clearly eager to hear more. "If that's the kind of attitude they're going to have, we'll easily wipe the floor with them."

"Don't celebrate before you've secured a victory," YukiOnnamon snapped, motioning for Encantamon to continue. "The girl?"

"She's scared and desperate, and that makes her incredibly vulnerable. She has a strong desire to save the boy, and those feelings are causing her to push the others away and make mistakes. It's the perfect setup. It shouldn't take much for her heart to succumb to the Powers of Darkness."

"And once it does, we can use that as the catalyst to awaken her affinity to the Spirit Chip," YukiOnnamon murmured, her strange eyes glittering in the dim light illuminating the room.

DarkAngelicmon felt rather unsettled by the female mega's disturbing aura, and leaning back on his hands, forcing Spritemon to bat at his wings, he said quietly, "Have you forgotten so quickly? Even then, you cannot hope to steal the Spirit Chip unless she rises above the darkness threatening to consume her."

"I have not forgotten," YukiOnnamon assured him, the hatred she felt for his very existence evident in her dark gaze. "Fools that they are, they are not blind to their own weaknesses. Though they may be fumbling around like a pack of ignorant DemiDevimon, they're aware of their growing need to rescue their leader and the panic rising in their hearts. That creates a different sort of problem, and it doesn't make them any less dangerous. We need to be wary of that."

"There is a lot of tension within their ranks," Encantamon agreed, her sleek body gleaming in the pale green light emanating from the pipes as she stretched. "And I don't mean just the girl. Her behaviour is causing tension among the others, as well. The loss of their leader has definitely affected their group dynamics, and the girl is adding fuel to the fire."

"If she pushes them away completely, she'll be an easy target," Spritemon said gleefully, clapping her hands together in delight. "This just keeps getting better and better!"

YukiOnnamon suddenly rose to her feet, and turning to address her words to Encantamon, the female mega said, "From your report, it sounds as if everything is going according to plan. Excellent work today. The information you've provided will come in handy once the girl reaches her Spirit Chip."

"And in the meantime, she has plenty of time to succumb to her own dangerous thoughts," Encantamon added. "I doubt sleep will come easy tonight."

And as I suspected, not a single scrap of acknowledgement for my contributions.

The thought amused him, but he didn't dwell on the matter. After all, he wasn't looking for praise. What he wanted was revenge.

You are merely an inconvenience compared to the dark data lying dormant within the bowls of the castle. I will destroy it if it's the last thing I do...

"That will be all for today," YukiOnnamon announced, heading towards the door. "Tomorrow, we will reconvene here to discuss our next step."

"You're at least going to let me torture the girl once she reaches the Spirit Chip, right?" Spritemon asked, following on the female mega's heels. "You promised!"

"Stop your incessant whining," YukiOnnamon snapped, her voice fading as she glided off down the narrow tunnel. "You'll have more than enough opportunities to enjoy a bit of revenge. Have you no patience at all?"

DarkAngelicmon didn't hear the response, though he suspected it was a retort directed at YukiOnnamon's own lack of patience, and shaking his head he proceeded to follow after them at a safe distance. As he reached the door, a hand on his arm stopped him, and turning he raised an eyebrow and said, "Something I can help you with?"

Encantamon regarded him in silence for a moment, and gazing intently into his eyes, she said, "You're going to see them tonight, are you not?"

So she had stayed behind long enough to overhear his words to Matty. He had suspected as much.

And now I must tread lightly.

Taking extra care to keep his guard up and his expression neutral, he said calmly, "And if I am?"

Encantamon gently let go of his arm, and slipping past him to exit the room, she said nonchalantly over her shoulder, "It's none of my business what you do with your free time. As far as I'm concerned, you can do whatever you want. After all, I'm just here to have fun."

And with that, she disappeared down the tunnel, leaving him free to spend the night as he wished.

Shinji Iwamoto

Odaiba, Japan, Earth

The room was dark, and though there was little movement from the occupants sprawled across the carpet, the atmosphere felt charged with energy. A strange sort of anticipation hovered in the air, as if they were all sitting on the edge of their seats waiting for something big to happen, and slowly opening his eyes, Shinji Iwamoto proceeded to gaze at the ceiling in thoughtful silence, his mind fully alert and his body ready to act. On his right, he could hear the faint sound of Taka's soft breathing, the younger boy's reassuring presence making him feel at ease within the midst of the shadows slithering steadily across the floor. A light wind fluttered the curtains, the window having been left open a crack to let in a bit of fresh air, and as a result the room was cool. The warmth of Taka's back was pressed against his side, and cuddling against the younger teen's chest, his small body seeking warmth and comfort, Nao was mumbling something in his sleep, his brow furrowed in concentration. On Shinji's left, Taysuke was snoring softly, his mouth hanging open, and next to the titan-haired boy, Kenzo was sleeping peacefully on his side. Hikaru, who had been dropped off earlier in the evening with his sisters, was curled against Nao's back, his arms tucked tightly against his chest and his legs tangled within the confines of his sleeping bag.

That left Noah and Makku, who were both sleeping soundly under the covers on Dai's bed.

I wonder...

Shinji slowly sat up, and studying the two teens, he allowed his mind to reflect on the numerous thoughts currently floating through his head. Noah was snoozing against the wall on his side, his face turned towards Makku, and looking utterly gorgeous even in the midst of dreaming, the red-headed male slept quietly on his stomach, his cheek nestled in the groove of a soft pillow and his head angled to face the interior of the room. When deciding on sleeping arrangements, Shinji had offered to take a spot on the floor, since the last thing he wanted to do was fall out of favour with Mantarou and Kiyomi, both of whom adored him and were already cracking jokes about having a future son-in-law. After all, Makku was still only seventeen, and he wasn't stupid enough to rush things. Besides, even more importantly, he didn't want to risk Noah's temper, which he had a feeling would be an even greater threat to his safety than the wrath of Makku's parents.

I'm glad, though. Despite the fact that they haven't been friends for very long, the way Noah's become so protective of Makku speaks entirely for itself. He reminds me so much of Toma, and having said that, there's no greater compliment I could give.

The thought made Shinji smile, and glancing at the younger teen sleeping next to him, he couldn't help but marvel at the incredible circumstances that had allowed him the opportunity to meet Makku and his family. After discovering the charismatic red-head had found himself a suitable boyfriend, Taka hadn't been able to hide his burst of obvious excitement. The younger teen had been ecstatic over his brother's new relationship, indicating he had given his seal of approval. As a result, Shinji had quickly found himself swept into the heart of the Inoue clan, a position that clearly indicated he was considered a full-fledged member of the family.

Something that was so dear to him, he hadn't yet been able to put those feelings into words.

It was one thing for Mantarou and Kiyomi to shower him with love, but that was nothing compared to the way it felt to have Taka's full support. The younger teen had warmed up to him without the slightest bit of hesitation, and he was flattered that the sandy-haired boy truly seemed to enjoy his company. In the last few weeks, the two of them had grown very close, and it was blatantly clear that Taka idolized him. At first, the very idea had surprised him, but now he couldn't deny it felt good to have experienced such a warm welcome and a caring environment, especially since the respect was mutual on both sides. He was sincerely grateful, and knowing how much the younger boy trusted him, he would do everything in his power never to break that trust.

From the moment I met Makku, I knew he was the one. I couldn't have settled for anybody else. Everything about him resonates within me, right to the very core of my soul, and based on what Izzy wrote in his message to Taniko, I wonder if maybe I'm not the only one who knows what that feels like...

Moving slowly in an effort not to wake the two boys on either side of him, Shinji silently got to his feet, and sending his crimson-haired partner a fond look before turning his attention to the door, he proceeded to head out into the hallway. From there, he quickly made his way to the spare bedroom, which was currently unoccupied, and moving carefully across the room, he pulled back the curtain obscuring the sliding glass door leading outside, allowing him a glimpse of the night sky. Stepping out onto the balcony overlooking the front yard, he took a moment to appreciate the soft breeze ruffling his golden hair before moving to stand by the railing. A glance at the second balcony to the left indicated that Davis and Noriko had retired for the evening, which in his opinion was probably for the best. Neither of them were in any shape to be staying up all hours of the night, but somehow he didn't think they were taking advantage of a good opportunity to get some rest. Though the room looked dark and the curtains were drawn, he had a sneaking suspicion the two occupants who dwelt within were probably still wide awake, haunted by the fate of their missing son.

We have no way of knowing for sure whether DarkAngelicmon was telling the truth or not. He claims Dai's still safe, but if we're honest with ourselves, he's not exactly a reliable source for information. And yet, we have no choice but to trust him. If we don't, we lose any hope of moving forward...

Truthfully, he couldn't blame the Motomiya couple for their inability to fall asleep. Judging by the way Takara had behaved during an ambush that was orchestrated by DarkAngelicmon and a new digimon named Encantamon, their chances of obtaining the newest Spirit Chip weren't looking too hot. It was only too obvious that the dynamics of the group currently navigating the underground waterway in the Digital World were falling apart, and Kara's panicked behaviour was the source of the problem.

But the female Digidestined wasn't the only issue.

Strangely enough, Izzy had also briefly mentioned a trace of unusual behaviour between Sam and Mickey, and while the computer expert had included the growing tension between the two boys in his recap of the day's events almost as an afterthought, Shinji had to admit that such an unexpected turn of events had sparked his interest. Though he hadn't known either of the younger teens for very long, he was pretty sure he could say with a measure of confidence that their bizarre antics were worth noting.

Maybe a second opinion is in order...

"This feels oddly familiar," a sudden voice coming from the doorway teased, the warm words ending in a soft laugh. "Even the sky looks the same."

The intruder's tone was distinctly male, and turning to gaze calmly at the dark-haired teen who was watching him with obvious curiosity, he said softly, "I guess it would be."

This was the same balcony where Makku had finally revealed the truth about his sexual orientation to Noah, and allowing the barest hint of a smile to touch his lips, Shinji returned his attention to the empty street, his mind lost in thought.

A moment later, Noah joined him by the railing, and nudging him gently in the ribs, the dark-haired teen murmured, "Something on your mind?"

The only reason they had the balcony to themselves was because all of the adults had gone home for the night, leaving the guest room free to use for a brief respite. Though he hadn't been present during Makku's confession, Shinji could picture the scenario easily inside his head. The thought alone made him feel warm inside, but despite the sudden surge of affection he felt for the dark-haired teen standing close beside him, he chose to keep his expression neutral. As a general rule, he tended to hide his emotions, particularly when others were watching him, but his stoic persona wasn't due to embarrassment or fear. It was always easier to understand those around you when you eliminated any unnecessary distractions, and since he was observant by nature, his ability to simply watch and listen without interrupting the words of others was what gave him the skill to determine whether or not the people he interacted with were sincere and trustworthy. Only then did he allow himself to indulge in pleasantries, and as a result, he had been blessed with many amazing and wonderful people in his life.

At least, that's how it used to be, but ever since meeting Makku and his friends, I've been finding it a lot harder to remain indifferent on the surface...

Much to his surprise, he had discovered there were cracks in his cool demeanor, and Noah was part of the problem. Taking a leaf out of Toma's book, the dark-haired teen had somehow slipped easily through the chinks in his armour, and thus when they were together, it was difficult for him to remain aloof. In some ways, it was inconvenient, but truthfully he didn't mind all that much. Noah was an integral part of his life now, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

He's every bit as important to me as Makku, Toma, and Taka. It wouldn't be the same if even just one of them wasn't in the picture...

That being said, there would be plenty of time in the future for them to indulge in a moment of mutual understanding. Right now, there were other things that required his attention, and recognizing an opportunity to unburden the inquisitive thoughts weighing heavily on his mind, he rested his arms on the railing of the balcony and said mildly, "I suppose you could say that."

"Is this about Kara?" Noah asked, following his line of sight to the dark houses looming across the road.

"While I can't deny her most recent actions are definitely a cause for concern, I think...we might have another issue on our hands that may or may not eventually become a problem down the road."

Noah regarded him for a moment in silence, and then shaking his head, the dark-haired teen said dryly, "Now you're starting to scare me. Do I even want to know?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

Shinji kept his deep green gaze focused on the quiet street crawling with shadows, and taking extra care to ensure his expression remained fairly subdued, he said, "Depends on whether you really want an answer or not."

They probably don't know themselves...

And truthfully, he couldn't blame them. Though they were both still young, that didn't mean their feelings weren't genuine.

I know that better than anyone, and if my suspicions are correct, it'll take some time. Then again, they're both pretty mature for their age. Maybe those feelings, if they exist at all, will reach the surface sooner than their inexperience would suggest...

"That sounds rather ominous," Noah joked, moving closer to ward off the chilly night air. "I have to admit, you've caught my interest. Care to elaborate?"

Turning, Shinji proceeded to give the other boy his full attention, and feeling completely at ease with the lack of personal space between them, he said warmly, "Couldn't sleep?"

"Not a chance," Noah replied, smiling sheepishly in return. "When I saw you leave the room, I figured I might as well follow."

"Without asking me to come with, I might add!" a new voice interrupted, sounding thoroughly outraged over such a terrible oversight. "How could you even think of doing such a thing?"

A moment later, Shinji felt a pair of familiar arms slip around his waist, and closing his eyes, he allowed himself a delightful opportunity to succumb to the pleasant sensation. There was no mistaking that touch, and letting out a faint sigh, the warmth of the body nestled against him soaking into his skin, he said with unbridled affection, "Something tells me I'm never going to get anything past you."

"You should know by now that I have a really annoying habit of making everything my business," Makku teased, gently kissing the back of his neck. "Well, that and I was worried about you."

When you touch me like this and I know without a doubt that your words are sincere, no wonder it's impossible for me to keep my guard up...

Shinji twisted around to gaze at the handsome countenance of his playful boyfriend with what should have been an amused sigh of defeat, but the sight of Makku's fiery red hair gleaming in the light of the street lamps nearly took his breath away. The younger male's slender body and fine features looked absolutely stunning beneath the stars, and as a result Shinji had no choice but to abandon his earlier attempts to play it cool. Though it was rather embarrassing, he couldn't deny the fact that Makku had the ability to render him utterly speechless, but instead of fighting the inevitable, he allowed himself to indulge in the other boy's alluring touch. There was simply no hope for him, and having willingly accepted his fate, he rested his head on the younger male's crimson hair and said gently, "Did I wake you?"

Makku was still holding him securely around the waist, and leaning into his chest, the charismatic teen whispered loudly in a sultry tone that was meant to be overheard, "You can blame Noah for that. I was having such a lovely dream until he had the nerve to climb over me in a mad dash to follow you."

"Oh, I see how it is. You, of all people, have no right to complain," Noah scolded, poking the older male's shoulder. "If I recall, you wake me up all the time during the night."

"Exactly, that's supposed to be my thing."

"And besides," Noah added, giving the theatrical red-head a meaningful look. "I was worried about him, too."

Where would I be now if I hadn't taken Toma's advice? When I think of all the things that wouldn't exist in my life if Makku and I hadn't gotten together...

It was a powerful thought, and knowing he was every bit as important to Noah as the crimson-haired teen currently nestled against his chest, he was having a hard time maintaining his composure. On the outside, he likely appeared cool and aloof, but on the inside he was having trouble keeping a measure of distance.

Not that it matters anymore. Not with these two...

Unlike others, Makku and Noah had already proven themselves, and since they were both honest and direct, he knew he could place his trust in them. He was always watching, and he wasn't the type to jump into things. Before he allowed himself to open up, he wanted to make sure he could do so without any regrets. He had learned early on that knowing a person's mannerisms was important, and it was thanks to his abilities to watch and learn that he hadn't hesitated to open his heart to Makku. It was the very same reason he was so grateful for Noah's support, and that was why the dark-haired teen was just as important to him as the red-haired male who had stolen his heart.

"Aw, you're sweet. Is that your way of making it up to me?" Makku joked, his handsome features softening into a smile. "Look at you hitting all my weak points. How sneaky."

"What do mean all? Shin's your only weak point," Noah laughed, looking amused. "And besides, you deserve a little taste of your own medicine. I have to gain the upper hand on you at least once in a while."

"Now that's just plain devious."

"I guess you're rubbing off on me," Noah shot back, though despite the triumphant smile on his face, the younger male's dark eyes were sparkling with genuine respect and admiration.

And I thought Toma was bad...

Shinji merely shook his head at their playful banter, and realizing he was having a difficult time looking away from his crimson-haired boyfriend, he returned the younger teen's embrace with a tender hug of his own.

Even if I wanted to resist, it wouldn't be possible. If I could stay in his arms forever, I would...

Everything about Makku heightened his senses, and thinking back to the day when he had first laid eyes on the aspiring actor, it was an absolute wonder he had been able to keep his composure. Though the younger teen hadn't done anything particularly of note, Makku's candid gaze and enticing smile had immediately caught his interest, which had ultimately been his downfall. Just one glimpse at the other male's lovely features and that had been it. From the way Makku carried himself to his elegant stature and graceful movements, Shinji had quickly realized from their very first meeting that he was hooked, but at the time it hadn't been possible for him to act on his feelings.

Naturally, the unexpected reaction to somebody who was a complete stranger had caught him completely by surprise, and as a result, he hadn't known what to do about the obvious attraction he felt towards the red-haired male. Thankfully, Toma had figured out what was going on right away, and as was his nature, the athletic teen had suggested it might be worth looking into if an opportunity presented itself. Then, when they had received word that Makku was coming along for a visit with Ken and Izzy, probably before the aspiring actor even knew himself, Shinji had realized he couldn't let such a perfect opportunity go to waste. Toma was also to blame, since the dark-haired teen had refused to leave him alone until he agreed to try his luck, and unable to deny the younger male's request, his path had been set. Upon coming face to face with Makku again, it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself, but the red-haired teen hadn't disappointed him. Quite the contrary, actually. Upon observing Makku's alluring personality, his resolve to remain distant and neutral had crumbled into dust, and that was when he knew he had to give it his best shot. Thankfully, everything ended up working out between them, and due to the wonderful connection they shared, their relationship was growing stronger everyday. Makku was more than he could have ever dreamed of, and after finding such a wonderful partner, Shinji had vowed to himself he would do everything in his power to put his whole heart and soul into their relationship.

Because he's worth it.

"So, what brought you out here tonight?" Makku asked, pulling back slightly to gaze deeply into his eyes. "You usually don't disappear on me like that. At least, not without saying something first."

Shinji reached out to give the crimson-haired teen's hand a reassuring squeeze before pulling away, and turning slightly to lean leisurely against the railing, he let his deep green gaze wander over the dark grass rustling in the breeze down below. The shadows cast by the streetlamps crept eerily across the pavement, their dark forms searching for a way to feed off the weak light illuminating the road, and motioning for the other two males to join him, he said lightly, "Just thinking."

"About what?" Noah inquired, moving closer to take the spot on Makku's other side. "Does this have something to do with the potential problem you mentioned earlier?"

"It might."

"Well, now I'm intrigued," Makku said slowly, glancing curiously between the two of them. "Care to elaborate?"

Shinji took a moment to gather his thoughts, and studying the red-haired teen's pleasant features, he said nonchalantly, "Have Sam and Mickey always been close?"

"Like two peas in a pod," Makku replied, the aspiring actor's confident tone indicating he didn't even have to think twice about his answer. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering."

"Really, that simple?" Noah snorted, raising an eyebrow. "You wouldn't have brought them up in conversation unless there was a reason for it."

Shinji didn't respond, and though Makku looked quite intrigued by the sudden change in subject, unlike Noah, the red-head didn't attempt to question him. Instead, Makku snuggled comfortably against his side, and smiling, the theatrical teen said fondly, "They've been the best of friends ever since they were toddlers. I don't think I've ever really seen them fight before."

"That's true," Noah agreed, his expression growing thoughtful. "Unlike Dai and Ryoko, they're not the type to throw punches, which was why we were all so surprised when Sam took a swing at his dad. Even when they do disagree, they never shout at each other."

"Their idea of a fight is to simply avoid each other until one of them works up the courage to say something," Makku laughed, looking amused at the very idea of Sam and Mickey having an argument. "It's a bit painful to watch, especially because Mickey gets flustered so easily."

The crimson-haired teen was standing in the middle of their small group, his amber gaze directed towards the empty street, and resting his arms on the railing, Noah shifted slightly to face the quirky red-head and said thoughtfully, "Sam's always been pretty calm and cool, especially now after finally accepting the truth about his dad's past. In that sense, he's a perfect balance for Mickey."

"It's not surprising they're such good friends," Makku said pleasantly, sounding almost as if he was choosing his words very carefully. "Though they have their differences, in may ways they're a lot alike. Mickey seems vulnerable on the surface, but he's tough on the inside. Sam knows that, but there's still a part of him that wants to protect that vulnerability."

"Because Mickey wouldn't be himself without it," Noah finished, nodding to show he understood.

"Exactly."

Interesting. It seems they're catching on. That was quick.

Shinji was starting to suspect he wasn't the only one who thought it was unusual for Sam and Mickey to behave oddly around each other without any solid reason to justify their actions, which meant Noah and Makku must have also picked up on Izzy's cryptic remarks.

I wonder if they're thinking the same thing...

There was only one way to find out, and watching his partner closely, he said mildly, "And Sam?"

"Mickey understands that Sam isn't always as laid-back as he appears to be on the outside," Makku replied, stepping away from the railing to stretch his back in a lazy arc. "We've all witnessed that for ourselves. It's the vulnerability he holds on the inside that Mickey wants to protect. They're always looking out for each other, and that's what makes them stronger."

"And that's why they make such a great team," Noah added, giving Makku's shoulder a friendly squeeze. "They understand each other perfectly, which is why they're able to support each other so well."

Makes sense, but what if it's more than that?

Shinji didn't doubt for a moment that Sam and Mickey were a solid pair, but to what extent? Where did they draw the line, if a line even existed at all? They were obviously comfortable around each other, but how far was too far? Where did the boundaries lie? Was that something they had ever considered, and if not, did it matter?

When do feelings of mutual respect change and evolve into something much more intense? When you've been friends for so long, how do you learn to recognize the difference?

It was a good question, and since it wasn't a situation he had ever experienced for himself, there was little he could do to satisfy his curiosity.

Our situations are completely different, but I'm starting to believe the outcome might be the same.

At least, it could be if Sam and Mickey were both brave enough to tear away the veil of blissful ignorance that was holding them back.

"You sound as if you're looking for some answers," Noah observed, reaching around Makku's shoulder to tug lightly on the sleeve of his shirt. "Only problem is, we can't help you if we don't know what you're asking."

The words were meant to reassure him, but even so Shinji wasn't certain how to respond. At the end of the day, he didn't want to assume anything, and that made it difficult to know whether or not he was even asking the right questions. It was something to think about, and letting out a deep sigh, he said, "I assume both of you aren't going to leave me alone until I give you at least a hint?"

"Naturally," Makku lectured, wagging a finger at him. "As you already know, I'm always happy to offer some guidance. I even do it for free."

Despite his carefree tone, the crimson-haired teen's expression was sober, and his square-rimmed glasses glittered brightly in the pale moonlight streaming onto the floor of the balcony. Standing beside the aspiring actor, Noah looked just as serious, and frowning, the dark-haired boy said, "This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with Izzy's email, would it?"

Shinji blinked, and raising an eyebrow, he said dryly, "That obvious?"

"More like, that's the only way any of this makes sense," Noah replied, smiling slightly.

Always so observant. In that, all three of us are alike.

It was an amusing thought, and realizing Makku was gazing intently at him in the darkness, he said calmly, "You knew?"

"I was starting to wonder," the crimson-haired teen responded, his expression softening upon realizing they were of a similar mindset. "I don't have a solid answer for you, but there is one thing I can say. There's definitely something going on between those two, and if whatever that something is involves more than just a simple misunderstanding, it could mean a number of things."

"And judging by the fact that Izzy felt the need to bring it up, that something must be pretty big," Noah concluded, his words ending in a small sigh. "Not exactly what we need right now, but I can't say I'm surprised."

Shinji had to agree, and glancing at Makku, he said quietly, "Do you think...there's potential there?"

At first, the younger male didn't answer, and then leaning his back against the railing, Makku said simply, "The possibility exists, that much I'm sure of. In all honesty, I can't say I'm an expert on their relationship. Taka would know better than I would."

"What would I know better than you?" an unexpected voice inquired, the words dripping with youthful innocence.

There was an audible click as the sliding glass door slid shut, and a moment later the boy in question materialized into view. Taka was rubbing at his eyes, a sign that he had just woken up, and ruffling the younger teen's hair, Makku said cheerfully, "Excellent timing as always, dear brother."

"Huh?"

The sandy-haired boy was understandably confused, and shaking his head, Shinji said blandly, "Do you three ever actually sleep?"

"I'd still be asleep now if I hadn't lost my heater," Taka pointed out, giving him a meaningful look.

Yes, definitely brothers. Well played.

Shinji couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped his throat, and as Taka boldly made himself at home against the railing, the younger boy's smaller body fitting comfortably between himself and Makku, he had to admit the similarities were there, even if the brothers had their fair share of differences. Makku was definitely the more charismatic of the two, but Taka could be just as witty, particularly when he was in a playful mood. Much like their parents, both Inoue boys tended to look on the bright side of life, and as a result they often came across as calm and easygoing. Never before had he met such a laid-back family, but he wasn't complaining. In many ways, it was refreshing, and their uncomplicated way of living was definitely something he could get used to.

"You left my baby brother to freeze to death!?" Makku gasped, wrapping his arms protectively around the sandy-haired boy. "Shame on you!"

Shinji merely rolled his eyes in response, and laughing, Taka said, "Don't worry, he can make it up to me later. More importantly, was there something you wanted to ask me?"

"Oh, right. I almost forget. It's about our favorite cousin."

"Which one?" Taka asked, making a face. "They're all your favorites. Well, maybe not Hana, but you get my drift. Depends on the day with you."

"Our darling Sam, of course!" Makku insisted, dismissing the younger boy's words with a flick of his wrist. "We have a crisis on our hands here!"

Shinji glanced at Noah, who was clearly enjoying the unexpected comedy show, and doing his best not to fall for his boyfriend's silly antics, he said shortly, "I wouldn't go that far."

"And then he wonders why nobody ever takes him seriously," Taka joked, wincing slightly in his brother's tight grip.

Can't say he wasn't asking for that one.

"Alas, like a knife to my heart," Makku moaned, pretending to brush away a few imaginary tears. "How can you be so cold to your favorite brother?"

"You're my only brother."

"For now," the red-head whispered in a confidential tone, winking at the younger male. "Just you wait a few years."

That was definitely an invitation.

Shinji couldn't deny it was taking every ounce of willpower he had not to succumb to his boyfriend's charming personality, but somehow he managed to keep his hands to himself. As far as he was concerned, his incredible display of self-control was still nothing compared to Taka's patience, especially considering the dangerous hug the younger boy was being forced to endure.

I suppose now would be a good time to step in.

Taking pity on the sandy-haired teen, Shinji tapped his boyfriend lightly on the shoulder, and reaching for Taka's arm, he said bluntly, "You might want to let go before you squeeze him to death."

"Oops, my bad. Sorry, little brother."

Once Taka was safely out of Makku's reach, Noah turned to the younger boy and said, "You've always been really close to Sam, especially since the two of you are around the same age. We were just wondering if he's been acting any different than usual lately."

"Not that I'm aware. He seems the same as always. Why do you ask?"

"Has he mentioned anything about Mickey lately?" Makku pressed, his tone growing much more serious.

Taka frowned, and sensing that something was up, the sandy-haired teen hesitated before saying, "No, at least not to me."

This is getting us nowhere. Maybe we're asking the wrong questions.

Keeping that thought in mind, Shinji glanced at the younger boy cowering under his arm in a valiant attempt to avoid his quirky older brother's enthusiastic embrace and said quietly, "Does he ever talk about Mickey?"

The question seemed to catch Taka by surprise, and looking up at him, the sandy-haired boy said, "Sure, I mean they've been friends forever, practically since they were born. They're like family to each other."

"That, we know. It's just...I don't mean to pry, but what sort of things does Sam say about Mickey?" Noah asked, encouraging the other boy to continue. "Anything particularly worth noting?"

Taka shrugged, and looking even more confused, the sandy-haired teen said, "Nothing major. I mean, everything he says is always complimentary. I don't think I've ever heard him mention anything bad about Mickey. He usually just tells me about stuff they do when they hang out together. Even when the whole thing with his dad happened, Sam never took his anger out on Mickey. They rarely ever disagree on anything, and even the odd time they do have differing opinions, they just sort of quietly work things out and carry on like nothing ever happened. At least, that's how it used to be..."

So something has changed...

Shinji hadn't failed to notice the shift in Taka's normally serene expression, and sensing the sudden tension building in the younger boy's slender shoulders, he said pleasantly, "I take it that's not the case anymore?"

"Well...Sam hasn't really said a whole lot, but I can tell he's worried about Mickey."

"Understandably, since Mickey's obviously still having doubts about his brother," Noah offered, giving the younger boy a reassuring smile. "Can't really blame him for that."

"Maybe, but I don't think it's just that," Taka insisted, slowly shaking his head. "I mean, if I do happen to bring up Mickey in conversation, Sam will...He doesn't get flustered exactly, but I can tell something's off. He'll get real quiet and when I press him about it he won't offer up any information."

"I wonder if Sam is even aware of his own behaviour," Makku said thoughtfully, his glasses reflecting in the sandy-haired boy's troubled gaze. "Clearly, Mickey's been on his mind a lot lately, but I feel like it's more on a subconscious level rather than a conscious level."

And if his feelings are starting to evolve beyond the boundaries of friendship, that poses a whole new set of problems. Chances are, Sam probably doesn't even realize the full extent of what's happening to the relationship between himself and Mickey. If this was all simply about Matty, that would be one thing, but if it's not and the problem exists between the two of them rather than having originated from a outside source...

Which brought up another interesting point. Izzy's words suggested there was a possibility that Mickey was acting just as oddly as Sam. If that was true, then could they safely assume that Mickey was of a similar mindset? If the relationship between them had changed and the feelings were mutual, that would certainly explain the awkwardness between them.

Which I suspect will probably get worse before it gets better. As much as I hate to admit it, that awkwardness isn't going to go away until they work up the courage to be honest with each other, but the chances of that happening aren't looking too good. At least, not right now...

"Do you think there's something going on between them?" Taka asked, tugging anxiously on his shirt. "Is that why you brought it up?"

Deciding to change tactics, Shinji ignored the hand pulling at his clothing and said boldly, "Has Sam ever expressed interest in anyone before?"

"P-pardon me?" Taka stammered, his mouth dropping open in surprise.

Makku was quick to pick up on what he was getting at, and playing it cool, the crimson-haired teen said mischievously, "Does our cute little Sam have a crush on somebody? Perhaps a lovely young lady from his class?"

"Huh? What kind of question is that!?"

Taka was starting to look suspicious, and pulling his arm away, Shinji said easily, "I take it that's a no?"

"Not that I'm aware of," Taka mumbled, sounding uncertain. "He's never mentioned being interested in anybody to me, and I've never really heard him talk about the girls at his school before or anything like that."

Exactly what I thought.

"To be fair, he's still young," Noah warned, his tone indicating he felt it was important that someone fulfill the role of devil's advocate. "There's still plenty of time for that to happen."

Shinji deliberately turned his back on the group, and running his hand lightly across the balcony railing, he kept his eyes averted and said quietly, "I knew exactly what I wanted when I was Taka's age. That's only a year older than Sam is now."

Age doesn't matter. It's the heart that counts.

Silence descended upon the balcony, his words clearly having a powerful effect on the group as a whole, and then gently taking his hand, Makku said simply, "I was the same, but unlike Sam and Mickey, you and I had several years to grow and learn about ourselves before we met each other. We were already comfortable in our own skin long before our first meeting, and that made our transition from acquaintances to partners relatively easy. Those two, on the other hand, have known each other since they were in diapers, and since both of them are still figuring out who they are, if there is hint of chemistry there, that'll definitely cause some tension."

"Wait, what?" Taka interrupted, his silver eyes growing wide. "Are you saying Sam and Mickey have feelings for each other? Like, as more than friends?"

Shinji gave Makku's hand a quick squeeze in return, and shifting to face the younger boy, he said plainly, "Does that surprise you?"

Taka adamantly shook his head, and frowning, the sandy-haired teen said, "Not really. I mean, I can definitely see it. They are a good fit for each other, but...if that's true, then why hasn't Sam said anything to me? He knows I would support him..."

"He may not realize it himself yet," Makku warned, letting out a soft sigh. "Mickey's likely in the same boat. Then again, this is all merely speculation. We could be way off course here."

"Except you don't believe that," Noah challenged, studying the crimson-haired teen with careful scrutiny. "I know we shouldn't read too much into Izzy's message, but something tells me we're on the right track."

Shinji was entirely in agreement, and slipping his arms around Makku's torso, he said gently in the younger teen's ear, "I know you feel the same way. I can see it in your eyes. Why do you hesitate to acknowledge the truth?"

"It's not that I don't agree," Makku said slowly, reaching out to place a tender hand against his cheek. "It's just...I want them to figure it out for themselves."

So do I.

"Not gonna lie, I really hope it's true," Taka said bluntly, flushing at the sudden attention as everybody turned to stare at him in surprise. "I mean, you know. Them liking each other and stuff."

"Why's that?" Makku asked, gazing at his younger brother with obvious interest.

Shinji was wondering the same thing, and smiling brightly at the two of them, Taka said openly, "I think they'd be really good together. And besides...it would be nice to see them as happy as you guys are."

Taka...

Those words left even Makku a little speechless, and giving himself a mental shake, the crimson-haired teen pulled the younger male close and said fondly, "You really are the best little brother in the whole world."

I couldn't agree more, although I'd say it's a tie. All my life, Nobu has never failed to support me. Plus, he thinks we're the best couple ever. Bonus points for that.

"You're such a dummy," Taka mumbled, ducking his head to hide the embarrassed flush on his cheeks. "I'm just glad you found Shin. What's wrong with that?"

"I think you love him more than you love me," Makku joked, poking the younger boy playfully in the nose.

Taka rolled his eyes, and brushing the crimson-haired teen's hand away, he said firmly, "Shinji's good for you. You need someone like him to keep you in line."

"Ouch. You wound me, brother."

As the two young men continued their silly argument, Shinji moved to stand next to Noah, and placing a hand on the dark-haired teen's shoulder, he said seriously, "What do you think about all of this?"

Noah paused for a moment, and shrugging his shoulders, the younger male said, "While I think it's still too early to say for sure, ultimately I agree with you and Makku. Call it a gut instinct, but I can't ignore this feeling. Plus..."

"There's something about the two of them being together that just feels right," Shinji finished, nodding to should he understood.

"That's exactly it. When I think of them as a couple, it doesn't seem unrealistic, and I bet Miya would say the same thing."

That's definitely true. Miya would probably tell us off if we thought anything different.

Noah's girlfriend was smart and intuitive. She was also one of Sam's biggest supporters. There wasn't a single doubt in his mind that she would be in favour of Mickey having a relationship with her younger brother.

"Miya will lose her head if Sam makes a play for Mickey," Makku groaned, moving over to join them. "Poor boy, he'll never hear the end of her relationship advice."

"Like you?" Taka shot back, dodging a light smack to his ear.

"Please, dear brother. Don't remind me."

"Speaking of the others, I think maybe we should keep our suspicions about Sam and Mickey to ourselves for now," Noah warned, glancing at each of them in turn. "If we're right and they really are developing feelings for each other, we need to tread lightly. The last thing they need is everybody scrutinizing every little thing they say and do around each other."

"I agree," Taka said firmly, nodding his head for emphasis. "They could do without an audience. I'm sure they probably feel self-conscious enough as it is."

And incredibly embarrassed. How could they not when they're starting to experience a new awareness of their own bodies and an influx of feelings that probably have them questioning their own thoughts and motives? Right now they need our support, not our selfish curiosity and invasive questions.

"Don't worry, our lips are sealed," Makku promised the younger boy, his amber eyes sparkling with determination. "Regardless of how they feel about each other, they have our support. That's all that matters."

"I couldn't agree more," Noah said confidently, reaching out to wrap a friendly arm around the crimson-haired teen's shoulders. "And on that note, I think we should all probably at least attempt to get some sleep tonight."

"But I'm not tired anymore!" Taka protested, wrinkling his nose in defiance.

Shinji leaned over to rest his elbows on the railing, and gazing up at the night sky, he said lightly, "In a bit."

But first...

"In that case, I think I'll join you," Makku suggested, sliding under his arm to nestle comfortably against his side. "Can't let a beautiful night like this go to waste."

It was the exact response he'd been looking for, and speaking softly in the younger male's ear, he murmured, "I was hoping you would say that."

"Well, there goes my heater," Taka groaned, sighing in defeat. "Seriously, how am I supposed to sleep under these conditions?"

Noah merely shook his head in response, and motioning for the sandy-haired boy to follow him, the dark-haired teen said, "Come on, Taka. Let's give these two lovebirds some alone time."

"Fine, but I'm taking your spot then. You can sleep on the floor."

"Wait, how am I the one being punished?" Noah asked, giving the younger boy a startled look.

"Cause you always get the bed!"

Shinji smiled in amusement as the two proceeded to argue about sleeping arrangements on their way back inside, and as the door slid closed behind them, he turned to regard the crimson-haired teen snuggling against his chest and said tenderly, "You know, you're still pretty young yourself."

"Old enough to know my feelings are genuine," Makku replied, pulling away to place a warm hand against the back of his neck. "And something tells me you're well aware of that. You've always treated me with respect, and I know you think of us as equals, despite the fact that I'm still in high school. Now, that being said, I do think it's very sweet the way you act like such a gentleman."

Shinji leaned forward to kiss the crimson-haired teen's mouth, and resting their foreheads together, he whispered, "How can I not when you're so precious to me."

More than anything else in the world.

"You're such a romantic," Makku said playfully, leaning into his embrace to return the kiss. "No wonder you're so attractive."

"I never used to be this sappy, which makes this whole thing entirely your fault."

"That's even more sexy."

"You're sexy," Shinji teased, allowing the sensuous tone of his voice to create a trail of goosebumps along the crimson-haired teen's exposed neck.

Makku laughed at that, and growing suddenly serious, the aspiring actor gently stroked the curve of his back and said quietly, "They'll be okay. No matter how they feel or what happens between them, I know they'll never hurt each other. That much I can tell you."

I know.

Even though the crimson-haired youth didn't offer any evidence to back up his statement, Shinji believed him, and resting his golden head on the younger boy's flaming red hair, he said softly, "This balcony must feel pretty special to you."

"It does," Makku murmured, pulling him even closer. "Now more so than ever."

It's the same for me. I hope, one day, Sam and Mickey will be able to experience a moment like this for themselves...

"What are you thinking about?" Makku asked, though the subtle smile on his face indicated he already knew the answer.

Shinji could feel the crimson-haired teen's warmth soaking into his skin, and sensing a familiar spark building between them, he felt a pleasant shiver race down his spine. Glancing fondly at his playful boyfriend, whose tender lips were brushing exquisitely against his racing pulse, he said affectionately into the younger teen's fiery hair, "I was just thinking about how much I love you."

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing," Makku whispered suggestively against his neck, the words ending in a lovely sigh. "Imagine that."

It was the first time they had come right out and said those words to each other, and yet despite such an important step in their relationship, neither of them had been nervous. Simple and easy, like it always was between them. The way they were able to communicate beyond the boundaries of fear and uncertainty was a testament to the strength of their feelings for one another, and thus they had already known long before saying the words out loud that their love would be reciprocated.

Walls only exist because we create them, and love has always been and always will be the most effective way to smash those walls to pieces.

Though Sam and Mickey were bound to face some challenges, they had an excellent support system, and that more than anything would likely play a key role in helping them realize the strength of their feelings for each other. It wasn't something they needed to do alone, and as soon as they were ready, the bonds of love would tie them together, allowing them to finally act on the feelings that he was sure had already been building inside their hearts for quite some time.

Love doesn't have to be complicated. It was Makku who taught me that, and I intend to cherish every moment we share, no matter how small or insignificant it might seem. It's the simple things we take for granted that are often the most important, and I hope for her sake Kara will finally open her eyes and figure out the truth for herself. Preferably before it's too late...

Standing under the stars, Shinji held the red-haired teen close to his chest, and as the darkness circled around them, he felt entirely at peace with his surroundings. They stayed that way for a long time, and as a faint ray of light slowly because to spread over the horizon, he considered it a sign that all was not lost. In the end, a spark of light would always expand to triumph over the darkness, and within that light, the heart would find a way to keep moving forward to a brighter future.

It was a simple as that, and breathing in the warm scent of Makku's fiery hair, he smiled at the first rays of dawn.