A/N: Hello again, I wrote this chapter anyway while waiting for the 2 day period before you can post a story to end. So, even if I didn't get any reviews this will still be going up! Well, might as well, I put effort in to it after all. Hope you enjoy! It didn't take very long to write, so it's probs a load of rubbish.

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Elsewhere in the apartment, Yamato was lighting up a cigarette whilst watching other people swarm around him. He inhaled deeply as the people happily greeted him as they walked past. He rolled his eyes and exhaled smoke when he heard a familiar red headed girl's chant "Yamato, baby?" ring out from the crowd. He swiftly moved from his spot away from the Sora's voice. He took another drag from his cigarette while moving in to the kitchen, where he found Taichi, motionless with his head stuck in the fridge, his arms dangling.

Yamato pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and plopped down. He observed Taichi for a few moments before giving him a good kick with his boot, "Oi, Taichi, you moron!"

Upon being booted, Taichi sprung in to action & started flailing as he crashed in to the fridge shelves while spluttering. "Shit Yama, what did you do that for?" he said as he pulled his head out of the fridge.

"You are totally fucked Taichi." Yamato paused to take a deep drag. "You should really get home. And what have I said about you calling me Yama? Don't, it sounds gay." He said while exhaling smoke around him.

"Sorry, oh shit my head." Taichi winced while rubbing his forehead. "Brain freeze or what? I think I'm going to be sick too."

"Want me to call a taxi for you?"

"Nah, no money." Taichi replied while moving in to the seat next to Yamato.

"Well, you can't walk home by yourself, I'll walk with you." Yamato got up to go but Taichi grabbed on to his wrist, stopping him.

"What about Sora?"

"Can't get away from that suffocating bitch long enough. " Yamato chuckled to himself.

"Then dude, why stay with her?"

"What can I say, I enjoy sex." At that, the two of them burst out laughing.

Yamato walked along a lamp-lit road running through Obadia, with a very drunk Taichi stumbling along side him. Yamato had lit another cigarette after finishing his last one in the apartment. "Dude, we are nearly at your place." Yamato stated, looking ahead at a high rise building named "Haven".

"Ah heck, but I was having fun." Taichi stumbled over to Yamato, leaning on his shoulder to steady himself. "There is so much more left to this night!"

"No, you were going to throw up all over me, so I'm taking you home." Yamato shoved Tai off his shoulder with his elbow.

"Ack!" Taichi threw his head back and sniffed the night air. "So where you heading after this?"

"Dunno, probs just head back home. Can't be arsed with staying up anymore." Yamato stopped walking at the entrance of the Haven. "Want me to take you up, or will you be alright from here?" Yamato shoved his cigarette in between his teeth and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Um…" Taichi slurred & steadied himself against the wall. "Can you help me get up the stairs. I think I'm gonna fall otherwise." He gave Yamato a sheepish grin, peering up between the hairs of his fringe.

"Yeah, whatever, sure." Yamato chuckled and grabbed Taichi by the arm and hoinked it over his shoulders. "Dude, don't ever get this drunk again."

"Well, Yamato, while I am and while we are here. I've got something to tell you. I tell you what, I'd never have the guts to tell you while sober!" Taichi burst out laughing.

"Yeah go for it" Yamato stated while dragging Taichi up the stairs. "We are on your floor now anyway." They had reached floor number 3. They stopped outside a red door with the number "35" attached in gold letters. Yamato took the cigarette out of his teeth, and took one final puff of it before stubbing it out on the floor with his toe.

"Well, it's quite serious, so listen up." After Yamato had set Taichi down against the wall, Taichi lurched forward again on to Yamato, gripping him by the shoulders. He stared deeply in to Yamato's blue eyes and said: "I'm gay."

Yamato just blinked. "You what?"

"Well, I'm gay, well bi possibly, I don't know, I definitely like guys though…" Taichi began rambling.

"You fucking what?" Yamato violently shoved Taichi off of him. "Don't touch me. What the fuck, how the fuck can you be gay?"

"Well, I've known for a while, about 4 years, just never had the guts to tell you. You know, 'cause I know what you think about… well, guys shagging, but I thought you might make an exception with me, 'cause, you know, I'm your best mate." Taichi gave Yamato another sheepish green.

"Fuck off will I, being gay is just wrong. Get away. Don't fucking talk to me again, alright?" Yamato began backing away, anger and hatred across his face. "I can't believe you've lied to me all this time. Don't you dare ever talk to me again, ok? You sicko."

"Yama, why are you being this way?"

"Don't fucking call me Yama!" Yamato turned & vaulted down the stairs as fast as possible and sprinted down the road away from Taichi.

Taichi stood perfectly skill, but when Yamato was out of sight, he broke down on to the floor, sobbing. "Why? I'm supposed to be his best mate? Why would he say that to me?" He said quietly to himself. He pulled himself up using the wall and unlocked the door, using a key from his pocket. He kicked off his shoes, bypassed the living room and went straight in to his room. He collapsed on to his bed, sobbing still, and pulled out his mobile phone. He dialled Daisuke's number. After 20 rings, the phone went to voicemail: "Heeeey, Daisuke's phone here, leave a message after the tone!" Taichi clicked it off.

"Hm, I wonder what he's doing?" Taichi said to himself.

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A/N: Hm, I'm quite pleased with that ending!

Again: This was written before I had posted chapter 1, so sorry if it sucks and you made a review!

Rate and review pretty please.

Zafarda.