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S o you won't get a thing
C ause I'm broke as hell,
L ike I was when I began.
A nd if you take this disclaimer
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"Matt, I am going to kill you!" Tai whispered fiercely, not wanting to wake up Sora or the others. "I am not gay, and you impersonating Sora just to get at me just goes too far, you sick little per-"

His speech stumbled to a halt as he turned around, fists up, and ready to beat the snot out of the elder blonde, only to discover that in fact, it really was Sora. It was a very shocked and tired-looking Sora, to be more accurate, but still Sora nonetheless. Tai's arms slumped down in defeat, unsure of what to do.

"I…" he started, but Sora cut him off.

"What's wrong, Tai? Why are you… so upset?" she asked, choosing her words carefully, and Tai noticed that she was careful not to accuse him of crying, even though she knew he had been.

"I… I just keep screwing up, is all," Tai said, angry at himself for both hurting Mimi and then now appearing weak in front of the one girl he kept trying (and probably failing) to impress.

Sora sighed again, giving her friend a hug. Tai was a good friend, but he too often beat himself up too much for his failures. Whatever it was this time, she was sure that it was something that could be fixed more easily than he thought. She pulled away, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Now come on, Tai, what do you think you did this time?" she teased him, playfully taking a swing at his shoulder. Tai's head drooped slightly at her words.

"I know I did it though…" he whispered.

"What?"

"I… I hurt Mimi. And she's angry at me, even when she's sleeping…"

Sora nodded. "I know, I saw the whole thing," she admitted, and she saw him visibly flinch. "But at least it's something you can fix."

"How?" he asked, unsure of what she might suggest he do.

"Well, how about tomorrow morning you apologize to her?" she suggested off-hand. "And depending on how she takes it, we'll see what you can do next. But if I know Mimi, she won't hold it against you… for too long."

Tai flinched at that last part, but he knew that he deserved it. "Ok, I will," he promised, and Sora smiled.

"Good," she said as he sat back down on the floor again, his back resting against the wall. Seeing that he'd relaxed finally, she felt it was now the appropriate time to bring up the start of their conversation again. "Now what was that whole thing about you killing Matt for, hmmm?" she asked him sweetly. Tai turned beet red.

"N-nothing Sora," he stuttered, completely embarrassed. "Nothing at all, just a joke."

"Just a joke, huh?" she repeated, a small smile appearing on her face. Tai gulped and nodded. Sora just smiled and sat down next to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, making him glance at her in surprise. But he wasn't a complete idiot, no; he knew what he should do if given the chance. He yawned and stretched for a minute, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, stretched again, and let his left arm drift down around her, hugging her close into his chest for warmth. He grew worried as she stiffened slightly, but a quick glance reassured him that she was only yawning herself.

"Sorry, your yawning is contagious," she apologized, a slight blush on her face as she caught his occasional glances at her face. She wasn't quite sure why she was this close to Tai, why he had put his arm around her. She wasn't even sure why she enjoyed his cheesy attempts at comfort so much. But she did. Those attempts, just like Tai, were both silly but honest and courageous, and it all just simply made her feel warm and loving. They always had, even when they had first met at camp. She'd felt awkward at first in the group, being slightly shy, but Tai had welcomed her to play soccer with him right after their first meeting, and from there, things had only brought them that much closer together.

"You know, you're beautiful when you do that."

Startled out of her thoughts, she opened her eyes. What on earth was he talking about now? She wasn't beautiful; if anyone out of the group was, it was either Kari or Mimi, not her. She was the tomboy, the one who had never willingly used make-up in her life, the one who wasn't afraid to get dirty and covered from head to toe in mud and grass stains. She wasn't scared of spiders, though snakes made her a little squeamish. What was he talking about; her, beautiful?

"I mean it," he said, catching the look of disbelief on her face.

"What do you mean?" she asked him softly, still not believing she was hearing him correctly.

"That you're beautiful when you blush," he admitted, a small hint of color appearing faintly under his eyes. He turned his head away slightly, hoping Sora hadn't seen him.

Sora stared at him, unsure of what to make of the compliment. She sat there in his arms, wondering what exactly he had meant by the compliment. She finally plucked up the courage to ask him, but found he had drifted to sleep and was snoring gently, his head leaning against the cave wall behind him.

"Silly Tai," she chuckled to herself, nuzzling her way deeper into his warm embrace. 'A few minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt him,' she thought sleepily. 'I'll just let him sleep for a bit, then wake him up for watch.'

And when Matt did come back, nearly an hour later and amidst the first drops of rain, that is how he found them- lying in each others arms and soft smiles on both of their faces. He chuckled slightly at the sight, knowing that it had been only a matter of time before they had found their feelings for each other. They were meant to be together, and anyone could see that.

He made his way to stand by the remains of the fire, but soon discovered he couldn't tell which one of the sleeping figures was Mimi. In the dull light that remained, Matt could barely make out those around him, but he figured he could probably guess rather well who was who. He could see a slight reflection of light coming from the person at the far end of the group, and quickly deduced that it must be Joe and his glasses down there. Next to him lay a much short body, but not quite as small as T.K. or Kari, so that had to be Izzy. There was a gap of space between him and the next body, and he suspected that Sora had been there in order to make sure the fire was kept going. That is, before she'd gone to sleep with Tai.

'Gone to sleep with Tai,' he thought again, repeating it again and again in his mind, eventually bringing a slight snicker to his face. He knew that there was no way it was meant in the way that had suddenly come to his mind, but he still couldn't help but enjoy the small play on words for at least a few moments. Finally, as the thought amused him no longer, he brought himself to go along the line of people and continue to identify those on the other side of the fire.

The next body was the smallest, and was holding the person next to them in their arms, a person only slightly taller than them. That had to be T.K. and Kari, together. His smirk returned slightly, the sight confirming the suspicions he'd held earlier that day about their feelings towards each other. Which meant that the figure that was closest to the other wall had to be Mimi. Sure enough, he caught sight of her pink hat resting by her head.

He walked over to Mimi quietly, and carefully dropped her purse at her feet. Her Digivice bleeped a quick and hushed noise of comprehension of the return to its owner, then lay quiet as it had been before, attached to her purse strap. But the owner was being far from silent, tossing and turning on the rocks every few minutes, even making slight whimpering noises now and then.

Matt frowned, wondering if she was having a nightmare. He knelt down beside her and reached out to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen over her face when suddenly Mimi's right arm lifted and rose towards the ceiling, as if reaching for something. She called out softly in her sleep, and Matt took her hand, hoping to soothe away whatever was frightening her in her dreams.

"Matt…" she called out as barely a muttered whisper. "Don't… me. Please don't leave… Mmm... Matt?"

'It's like she knows I'm here somehow,' he thought, and smiled slightly despite himself. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, using his left hand to brush the strand of hair behind the ear as he spoke.

"Don't worry, Mimi. I'm here now, and I won't ever leave you…" he promised, hoping that somehow his words would do the trick.

"Matt…" she called out once more, then closed her hand around his and brought it to rest down by her head, making him smile even more. Her face, which had been wrung with worry and what bordered on pain, relaxed and a slight smile of peace raised the corners of her mouth. When she smiled like that, she was… she was so… so…

'Beautiful?' the words supplied to him, and he nodded, not even aware that he had just agreed with the very thought that had been torturing him for the past two days. Wanting to be sure that she slept, he lay down beside her on his side, his right hand still in hers. He closed his eyes, finally glad that he could close them for the night. He could feel Mimi shifting in her sleep, but it wasn't as rough or sudden as it had been. He was so tired, but he lifted his heavy eyelids for just a few seconds longer to glimpse Mimi's innocent face before he passed on to the many worlds of his dreams.

A/N: There. Isn't that much better? Did you honestly think I'd make them gay when I posed that last chapter? I suggest you review if you want more: D