Okay…so having a job once again prevents me from writing. Though you'd think that as little amount of hours I get, I'd be able to write more. Sigh…oh well… Here goes…

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon but I do own the song at the end. It's mine you can't have it! So there!

Closing Time
By Moonlit Eyes
Words I Couldn't Say by Rascal Flatts
"There it was at the tip of my fingers
There it was on the tip of my tongue
There you were and I had never been that far
There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms
And I let it all slip away –"

Yamato sat on Taichi's bed looking through the other's CD case. It was Monday and both were bored out of their minds trying to find something to do. Everyone else was mysteriously busy and had all suggested that Yamato go 'hang out' with Taichi at his apartment. Yamato didn't really mind the suggestion. After all, both were getting along rather well and he figured between the two of them they'd figure out something to do that was cheap and entertaining.

"I'm so bored!" Taichi moaned pitifully in front of his computer. "And no one's online to chat!"

"That's kinda why I'm here," Yamato rolled his eyes and turned back to the CD's in his lap. "You only listen to punk?"

"What?" Taichi looked around for a second before grabbing three more thick CD books at placed them next to the blond. "J-pop. Classical. Visual K." The bartender pointed to each one respectively as he spoke. He took a seat not far from the other.

"Visual K?" Yamato raised an eyebrow.

"What? They're hot." Taichi began to play with his toy slinky next to the bed.

"Okay, maybe that wasn't my real question." Yamato picked up the thickest book. "Classical? As in…"

"You know, Bach, Beethoven, Mozart." Taichi tilted his head thoughtfully. "I also have some Frank Sinatra, John Coltrane, and some other jazz people in there too, though. So I guess it's a Classical slash Jazz collection." He shrugged and went back to his slinky. Yamato opted to stare at the other. Taichi Yagami, jock extraordinaire, listens to the likes of Mozart? "You don't have to stare."

"What?" Yamato snapped his head away. "Oh, um, I didn't mean to. It's just that…well, I--"

"Didn't expect me to listen to something that takes thought?" Taichi just grinned. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to…" Yamato looked down for a second, suddenly awkward, before going through one of the books. "Alice9? Can we listen to it?"

"Yeah." Taichi grinned and popped the VK band into his CD player. "So…"

"Yeah…" They shared a nervous smile and looked around uncomfortably.

"Um…we could see a movie?" Taichi supplied helpfully.

"With what money?" Yamato raised an eyebrow before they shared a sigh.

"We could hang out at the mall…" Taichi turned gloomy when he remembered their dilemma, "and stare at the things we can't buy right now." He leaned against the wall. "TV?"

"Nothings on today." Yamato said instantly.

"You haven't even looked." The brunette mumbled. "We could eat something."

"Then what?"

"Go for a walk?"

"Nah."

"Bother Sora at her shop?"

"No way."

"Hang ourselves?"

"What the--" Yamato shot Taichi an odd look only to receive a shrug as an answer.

"I can't think of anything." The bartender turned back to his toy.

"There has to something here we can do!" Yamato nearly snapped.

"Well you've shot down my ideas! I don't hear you coming up with anything." Taichi sat up and glared at the other on his bed. Old tension began to build between the two thickly.

"I tried when I came here but you seem too good for my suggestions!" Yamato felt a sneer form on his face.

"Oh, going to a poetry reading. Yeah, just the way to spend my Monday." Taichi leaned forward, forgetting his toy as it fell to the floor.

"Oh, forgot. Poetry might be a tad too deep for a jock like you." Yamato ground out as it leaned forward too. The CD's in his lap fell to the floor and a few scattered out of the cases.

"Hey! Watch it! Some of those are imports!" Taichi yelled, but made no move to pick them up.

"Import, big word for you." Yamato turned his body better, though he wasn't sure it was a good way to keep from punching the other.

"Jeez, you're wit sure dulled after high school. Gotten a little slow in your old age?" Taichi smirked. Yamato growled and threw a punch, but Taichi caught his wrist before it hit his face.

"Screw you, Yagami." Yamato nearly growled again.

"Finally, a good suggestion." Taichi said before he pulled Yamato on top of him and started to kiss the other. Yamato was shocked at first, but he began to kiss back once he felt a hand sneak into his shirt. The kisses weren't the gentle, caring type. To the two boys on the bed, it was a new way to prove to the other who was better. Taichi moved his mouth lower to Yamato's neck and bit down without any thought to the other. Yamato gasped in pain before digging his fingernails into the other's back in an attempt to 'get back.'

"Da-damn you," Yamato gasped out and pinned the other to the bed. He ripped the other's shirt opening, ignoring a cry about it being Taichi's favorite, and began to assault the exposed tanned collarbone. The feeling of teeth was so painful, it felt good to Taichi. People hadn't treated him other than glass since the accident. Finally, somebody was being rough and, with a grin on his face, he was ready to give as good as he got. With a rough yank on blond hair, he pulled Yamato's lips away from his skin, nearly whimpering at the lack of contact, before fastening himself to the neglected half of the pale neck before him.

"O-ow," Yamato said breathlessly, clamping hard onto the other's forearms, trying to give his hair a break.

"Shut up, you know you want this," Taichi purred and laughed as his arms were pinned to the bed. He knew he'd have bruises there later, but frankly he didn't care at the moment. In fact, he didn't care about much of anything as his lips were suddenly captured and ravished pleasantly, painfully slow.

"I bit your lip open…" Yamato murmured, looking his handiwork. A second later he was licking away what little blood there was from the cut.

"Vampire? Kinky…" was all Taichi could manage out. "Yeah…kinky Yama…my Yama…" He whimpered as the other pulled away.

"What did you just call me?" Yamato said, still trying to catch his breath. Before Taichi could answer, however, the sound of the front door closing had them snapping their heads to the direction of the hall.

"I'm home!" Sora's voice rang through the apartment. The two sprang apart and stared at each other in horror.

"What just happened?" Yamato burst out.

"I--I…" Taichi stuttered out before looking at the red spots that littered across pale flesh. Yamato blushed and covered his neck with his hands. The blond was trying not to look at the bruises, scratches, ripped shirt…oh god, his lip looks like I bit it harder than I thought, Yamato nearly groaned at the fresh memory.

"Is that all you're going to say?" The blond heard a noise from the kitchen. "Forget it, I need to get out of here." And he dashed out of the room. Taichi just stared dumbly at the door. A second later he shut off the light, allowing the sun filtering through the blinds to be the only illumination, before crawling under the blankets.

"Taichi! Did you two fight?" Sora's scolding voice entered the room. Taichi just pulled the blankets tighter around him, hoping that Sora didn't see the torn remains of his previously favorite shirt…or maybe it was still his favorite? "What happened?" He just shook his head. "What's wrong?"

"I don't feel so good," you showed up a little too soon, "I just want to go to sleep," after I take care of a certain problem, "so could you just let me sleep for now, Sora?"

She sighed, "Fine. But I want to hear details later. I'm not taking no for an answer!" A click was heard after, and Taichi knew she left.

"What just happened?" Taichi repeated Yamato's question. "What happened is…I want you. I think I want all of you. I think I want you to be near me always." He whispered quietly into the room.

Suddenly she gasped and turned to Taichi. "You like him. I mean, you really like like him!"

Taichi moaned pitifully and covered him head with a pillow. "Damn you Sonya." He didn't even want to think about how the girls would react if they found out about this. After all, it was bad enough that their words seemed to haunt him.

--

Meanwhile, Yamato was running towards his apartment in an attempt to get as much distance between him and the brunette bartender as possible.

"What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!" He shouted, ignoring the looks he received. He'd just made out with a guy. Strike that. He just made out with Taichi Yagami. The bane of his life. Well, former bane of his life, now awkward friend…

'…with benefits,' a mischievous voice piped up in his mind. Yamato ran into a café and sat down at an empty table, assured that no one he knew would be in there right then. His mind, however, was still running. It ran to images of sun-kissed skin and chocolate colored hair. It ran to scents of clothes with cologne and sheets with fabric softener. It ran to feelings of abuse from careless hands and pleasure from an experienced tongue. It ran to--

"Can I get you something?" A voice said sweetly and Yamato jumped from his fantasies with a start. With a quick glance at the waiter, he suddenly thanked whatever higher power that the table was set up in such a way that it provided a much needed cover.

"Um…yeah, a bagel and some coffee," he said as smoothly as he could. The male before him nodded his head with a roll of the eyes.

"Usual, right?" Yamato looked at the other, wondering if he came in often enough to have a usual before realizing that he did.

"Yeah," Yamato said cool and calm as the other walked away cheerfully. He turned his attention back to the table where his bare arms were crossed on top. Wait, bare arms? Wasn't he wearing a thin, cotton, long-sleeved shirt over his tee? "What happened to--" he mumbled before a sudden memory reminded him that it had been hastily taken off not ten minutes ago. Yamato groaned pitifully and, suddenly forgetting about 'image,' dropped his head onto the table with a thunk.

"What the hell…" he moaned to himself again.

He was so not going back for the shirt.

--

"So, wait, you mean that's all you're going to tell me is that you want to go out with him?" Sora stared at Taichi in disbelief. Taichi just ignored her and slipped on his vest. It was now Tuesday and therefore he had work.

"What do you mean, 'that's all?'" He began to work on the buttons. "I thought that would be gossip enough for you. Wait, it's not gossip." Taichi turned to look at her seriously. "You are forbidden to tell anyone. As your best friend, I'm enforcing my right to order you to keep your big mouth shut."

"Fine," Sora sighed, "But at least tell me the good stuff. I mean, the decision to ask someone out, considering your history, is a pretty big decision."

"Nothing happened," Taichi sat down next to her on his bed.

"Yeah, right." She eyed him suspiciously. With a dramatic sigh, he reached down and pulled out a black button up shirt and threw it at her. "Wait, I don't remember you having a…oh my…"

"Yeah, he left it." Taichi looked away while trying not to blush.

"Wait, a second," she leaned forward gleefully. "How did you reopen the cut on your lip? Did he punch you again?" Sora nearly groaned remembering how Taichi's lip was split a mere week ago due to the two males 'saying hello.'

"He bit me." Taichi, not an ounce of embarrassment in his voice. Though a faint blush on his checks told a different story.

"He bit you?" Sora said gleefully, feeling like a teenage girl just discovering romance novels.

"Yeah," Taichi throwing himself onto the bed and crossing his arms behind his back. "I wouldn't mind a replay of events either," he said wistfully before covering his eyes with one arm. "And that brings us to my current dilemma."

"What dilemma?" Sora huffed. "You've never had a problem with asking anyone out. Why should this be any different?"

"It's different because it's the same guy I've hated up till he showed his face at Obsidian." He sighed dramatically. "What am I supposed to say? 'Hey, I know we used to be at each other's throats trying to strangle each other, but can we change that and be at each other's throats trying to make out?' I don't think that will cut it."

"Well it should. I mean, you've done that once already obviously." Sora giggled before laying down with her head on his stomach. "You'll think of something, I'm sure."

"Yeah, I guess." Taichi smiled before feeling more confidant. "Yeah, I will. I'll ask him out this Friday night, before his show."

"There's that Taichi Courage we all know and love!" Sora sat up, pulling him with her. "Now, use that courage and go face your boss when you show up twenty minutes late to work."

"What! Shit, I gotta go!" He stood up quickly and rushed around to gather his things before heading off to Obsidian.

--

Meanwhile, in a lonely apartment, Yamato sat with his Penny Lane while working on his song. It would be ready for Friday, he decided. After all, he had just gotten the best inspiration to finish it the day before.

"When we met, I thought I knew you…When we kissed, I knew I did…" Yamato sang out before stopping to write a few notes down. Pleased with what he wrote, he continued to work on the cords once again. "I still remember how we looked yesterday…Though it's different now today…"

--

Taichi remembers the first time he asked a guy out. He was sweet sixteen and nervous as all hell. His stomach fluttered from butterflies. His lips moist from licking them too much. His hands nearly shook when they weren't tightly clutched. By the time he stood in front of the object of his then obsession, he was sure his heart would burst from his chest and he'd faint. But he didn't let it show. He couldn't, it just wasn't his way. So instead he held in his turmoil and said confidently, "I've liked you for a while, Saburo-san. Would you go out with me?"

It ended with a punch in the face and a lifelong lesson. Since then, he'd learned that whatever happens, happens. Just go for it. Of course he usually always practiced this philosophy, but until then he'd never thought to apply it to the dating world. After that he showed no hint of hesitation what so ever. Even a few times he dared to kiss and whisper a few suggestive things in other boys' ears before ever saying his name. He'd become highly assured of his sexuality, allowing his Yagami Charm to take over and do the work for him. Taichi thought he'd never worry about asking someone else out again since the Saburo-san incident. That is, he never counted on one thing…

"Leave it to Yamato Ishida to turn screw it up," Sonya smirked as she sat with Taichi in the back room.

"Screw what up?" He said distractedly from his place in front of the mirror.

"The 'it' thing you got. The thing that keeps men falling at your feet after you introduce yourself." Sonya's eyes turned dreamy. "Oh, it's so sweet."

"Shut up!" Taichi muttered, his cheeks stained a pretty pink. "Just don't start calling me Romeo like Mimi." He gave her reflection a stern look. Taichi was, of course, referring to the nickname Mimi gave him when he, in a slightly intoxicated state, said he could romance anyone no matter the circumstance.

"Ch, why would I do that?" Sonya jumped up a box she'd been sitting on. "Doesn't Romeo die at the end of the play?" She glanced at her wrist watch. "It's a quarter to, he should be here and ready."

"Okay," he sucked in a deep breath. "Wish me luck."

"Yeah, yeah, break a leg." They started to move towards the door before she stopped him. "Wait, you stay here and I'll tell him to meet you. More privacy that way."

"Yeah, good idea." Taichi nodded enthusiastically. Sonya just grinned at his excitement. "I'll be back."

"Okay." He watched her leave the room and turned to the mirror again. "Here goes…"

--

When Yamato walked into the backroom, Taichi was facing the other way. He took a second to compose himself better. He could do this, he'd practiced all week for this. He had to say this, otherwise things would just get bad. Right?

"Yama?" Taichi turned around with a nervous smile. "Hey, um, I was needing to talk to you. Look, I was wondering--"

"Stop. Just," Yamato sighed. "Here's the deal: it didn't mean anything. So let's just forget about it, okay? I kinda like being friends and don't want this to ruin anything." Yamato wasn't looking at the other as he spoke, so he missed the look of disappointment and hurt that fluttered across the bartender's face. Instead he was busy hoping that Taichi would buy his words and not hold this against him. Yamato was sure he'd die of embarrassment if Taichi knew he was in lov--liked him, if Taichi knew he liked him.

After all, Yamato knew there was no way the other would return his feelings.

"Right. Yes," Taichi said softly. "Yes, let's just forget this happened and moved on. It was a fit of boredom and maybe we'll laugh about it later, right?"

"Right." Yamato still couldn't bring himself to really look at the other. "Um, I have to--"

"Yeah, you'd better go. Boss will kill you if you're late starting." Taichi turned back around as Yamato left the room. That was that, he thought. Taichi Yagami would never know Yamato's deepest secret. He would take his secret with him to the grave. Even if it was the secret that put him in that grave.

What he didn't know was that at the same moment, Taichi was thinking the same thing.

--

Twenty minutes later found Sonya scrubbing away spilt beer from the counter-top angrily. She was pissed at Taichi. After Yamato had left the room, she'd gone in to get the juicy details. Instead, all she got was a sad brunette.

"Would you cover for me, Sonya? Just tell Boss I'm sick and went home, kay?" Taichi grabbed his jacket and walked towards the backdoor.

"What? Why? What happened?" She started towards him but stopped at his next words.

"Romeo just died."

Of course she wasn't upset with him for being brokenhearted. She was, however, angry that he left her and the two other bartenders with more work than usual. Then, also, was her other reason for being upset: Yagami Ishida. Not only was she mad at him for being indirectly responsible for her heaver workload, but he also hurt Taichi who was her favorite co-worker. Then, just so she could muster up enough irritation to really give it to him good later, she decided to blame him for the times his band mates would tease her Russian accent in school.

"Okay, this song is something I wrote in high school but I've never sang it before. Some things recently have made me decide to sing it for you." A round of applause interrupted before he continued. "I hope you enjoy it. It's called Destiny But Backwards." Yamato's voice said over the microphone. Sonya threw down the rag in annoyance at just the sound of him talking.

"Oh that's a stupid name for a song. Is it trying to be all deep and stuff?" She muttered under her breath but listened as she worked later. Halfway through, however, she felt a change of heart suddenly. She decided to call Sora and tell the girl what she knew. Sora would know what to do better since she was a lot closer with Taichi then Sonya. That's what she hoped anyway.

"I still remember how we looked yesterday
Though it's different now today
I still remember how your voice used to be
But it's softened with age
I still remember that look in your eyes
But it changed this morning when we said good bye

When we met, I thought I knew you
When we kissed, I knew I did
You asked me to describe you
I'm not sure you liked the answer

It's to late to turn back though
And I know my words were right

I said "You're like something that wasn't meant to be
While feeling like it was
Like rain in the summer that cools my fire
And makes me real
You're like a nightmare that's sweeter than any
Dream I've ever had
You're like destiny but backwards…"

And how can that be right
Didn't destiny bring us together?
But this wasn't meant to happen
It was almost a mistake
It hurt you when I said that

But it's too late to turn back though
And I know my words were right

"Like destiny but backwards…"
It's the only way to describe it
I said "You're like something that wasn't meant to be
While feeling like it was
Like rain in the summer that cools my fire
And makes me real
You're like a nightmare that sweeter than any
Dream I've ever had
You're like destiny but backwards…"

Yes destiny…
But backwards…"

TBC

WOO! An update! Go me! Thanks for the reviews! Means a lot! I tried to write a longer chapter since I took so long…well, at least it was a good chapter, ne? I hope so