NOTE: Whew! Another chapter update! *pumps fist in victory* What has it been? Almost two weeks? Anyways, I hope you enjoy this new chapter!

Chapter 6. The Untold Story

We now jump back to the present, where we find Matt standing in line to buy a ticket for the last train heading to the airport. From the airport, he would buy the quickest ticket to England and hopefully leave Japan by the end of the night. He was taking drastic measures, and he was sure that once he bought his ticket, he could call his father to drop off some things for him so that he could live in a motel or something in the meantime…

Matt sighed and scolded himself, once again, on how stupid he was acting. He shouldn't have told Tai he was leaving tonight. Had he said later in the week, or even tomorrow, maybe Matt would have had time to organize his living essentials and such. For the moment however, he was near the end of the line, waiting for a train ticket. The blonde dropped his gaze and shoved his hand in his pocket…only to find that the small object he wanted to toy with was no longer with him. That small item had always helped him to cope with stress or if he felt upset, and now it was gone. It was given to his friend whom he loved more than anything…and also hated at the same time. Another sigh and Matt simply folded his arms. Could things get any more complicated?

"Um…excuse me…sir?" The blonde looked down to see a young child, staring up at him. It was a young boy with jet black hair and green eyes, which seemed to be slightly red and puffy. The young boy stared up at Matt. "I…I lost my mom…" The boy's bottom lip started to quiver. "C-Can you…h-help…m-m-me?"

"S-Sorry kid," Matt said, inwardly cringing at the sight of the sad young boy; a sight that reminded him of some bad memories. "I don't know where your mom is." The boy started to sniffle slightly. Matt smiled sadly at the boy. "But, if you want, I can come with you to look for her. Do you want me to?" The little boy nodded his head. Matt took a look at the ticket line, motioned the young boy to follow him and led him to the information desk.

There, the boy told the workers what his mother's name was and they called her over the speakers. They told them to wait for a moment while she came down here. Matt took the little boy over to a nearby bench and sat down. The young boy was still sniffling and it started making Matt feel rather sad to see him that way. Then he got an idea.

"Do you want to hear a story?" Matt asked. The little boy looked up at him with his green eyes.

"What…kind of story?" he sniffled.

"It was a story that my mom used to tell me when I was little like you," Matt replied. "…How old are you anyways?"

"I'm six and a half," the boy smiled. Matt smiled as the young boy wiped his eyes. "Ok. I would like to hear a story."

"Alright then…Let's see…Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived two handsome young men. One of them was a handsome prince, who was kind and just. Everybody loved the young prince and he was a friend to all. The other was a knight. He was brave and strong and admired by the rest of the villagers. These two men were best friends and nothing could keep them apart.

"One day, the queen ordered the knight and prince to her throne. She told them of a wicked witch that had started to bring trouble to the kingdom. The queen knew that by the power and strength of themselves and their friendship, they could easily destroy the witch, and so she asked them to go find the witch and stop her immediately. The two friends agreed and set off on their journey.

"The witch knew of their plans to defeat her and set to work on trying to destroy them. She decided that the best way to make sure they fail was if she could separate them somehow. Finally, she decided to send out her evil dragon to stop the two friends.

"The dragon quickly found them and started to attack them. The knight fought bravely against the dragon but he was no match for him. In desperation to help his friend, the prince promised to go with the dragon, if he would spare his friend's life. The dragon agreed and took the prince to the witch's secret lair.

"When the dragon brought the prince to the witch's lair, she thought that this would be enough to stop them from ever defeating her. She was about to reign havoc onto the kingdom, but soon the knight came into the lair. When the dragon had taken the prince away, the brave knight followed the prince right to the secret lair.

"The brave knight fought against the dragon and this time, he was able to kill him off. Once the dragon was slain, the witch became very angry and was about to curse the brave knight. The prince saw this and quickly stopped the witch from casting an evil spell on his friend. The prince jumped in front of the knight and held up a large mirror, which caused the spell to go back and hit the witch instead. The witch let out a scream of defeat and then melted away into nothing.

"The two friends returned to the castle and reported their defeat of the wicked witch. The queen was over joyed and threw a large feast in celebration to their victory. The brave knight and the prince were given metals and were great heroes to the kingdom.

"From that day on ward, the prince and the knight fought evil together, their friendship never ending… And they lived happily ever after. The end."

"That was a great story!" the young boy chirped happily. "Did your mom really tell you that story?"

"Yep," the older blonde nodded. "Only, it actually came from a story book and she'd read it to me. I was just sort of paraphrasing it because I heard it so much when I was little that I pretty much memorized it." The small boy giggled at the idea. Matt was glad that the young boy didn't catch the delay in him saying the final words of the story. He hated that little phrase…so much…

"Do you think this story is possible?" the little boy interrupted Matt's thought. Matt chewed on his finger nail for a moment, trying to be careful from letting his own emotions conquer over the dreams of a young child's.

"Well, I think things can change," Matt started. "I mean, it's possible that this could happen, but things might happen…" The boy nodded, trying to understand. Matt looked down at the floor and smiled. "You know…I used to have a knight of my very own."

"Really?" the boy gasped. "Does that mean…you're the prince?"

"No not really," Matt laughed. "But when I was little I did consider myself to be like the prince, and I had a best friend who was exactly like the knight. He was brave and strong and he was always there for me. We'd play with each other all the time and we had great adventures together." Matt smiled at the memories which he had held on to for so long, and then soon found himself frowning at them. The young boy noticed.

"What happened then?" he asked. "You don't look very happy."

"Well, it's like I said…things change," Matt murmured. "After a while, we grew up and…he just…sort of forgot me…"

"That's terrible!" the young boy gasped again. He jumped up with determination, took Matt by the hand and started leading him off. "Come on! We're going to find your friend and knock some sense into that fat head of his."

"Whoa! Slow down tiger!" Matt chuckled. He motioned for the boy to sit down again, which he did. "It's ok, really. It's not that big of deal that he doesn't remember me."

"But, you guys were the prince and knight…your friendship was never ending."

"It is never ending…but sometimes, it's ok to just let the other person go and see if they really care…" They sat quietly for a moment. The little child looked up at the older teenager with his deep green eyes.

"Do you miss him?" the black haired boy asked. Matt looked down at the little boy, and then down to the ground. He swallowed the lump in his throat that had suddenly formed.

"…Yeah…" Matt quietly choked out. "…a lot…"

"JASON!" The two boys turned to see a woman running right at them, with another man following closely behind. The young boy stood and raced over to, what Matt concluded as, his mother. They both embraced. "Oh my son!" The woman started sobbing uncontrollably as the man following her soon caught up.

"Thank you so much for finding our son," the man panted. "My wife and I had been looking for him for a very long time. We were afraid we would have to board our train without him. But once we heard the announcement overhead, we hurried over as soon as we could. We're so grateful to you." The woman soon let go of her son and wrapped her arms around the older boy.

"Thank you for taking care of our son!" she sniffled.

"It's not a problem," Matt smiled and patted Jason's mother on the back. "I'm glad that I was able to help him out." The young boy, known as Jason, looked up at Matt and smiled widely.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we don't even know your name," Jason's mother giggled in embarrassment as she pulled out of the embrace and dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief that she pulled out of her purse.

"It's alright," Matt smiled. "My name is Matt."

"We are in your debt, Matt," Jason's father chuckled. "If there is any way we can help, anyway at all, please just say so."

"Unless you can magically come up with a train ticket to the airport," Matt muttered. "Then I don't think so." Jason's father looked at his wife, who nodded.

"The three of us are actually going to board the last train to the airport," the man explained. Matt thought he might have been rubbing it in his face…until he pulled out a spare train ticket from his wallet.

"Huh?" Matt blinked in surprise. "Oh no, I was just joking. I can't accept this!"

"Well, I don't see why not," Jason's father shrugged and placed the ticket in Matt's hand. "It's the least we can do since you helped our son."

"Yeah but…I should pay for this," Matt said holding the ticket out so that the man would take it back.

"You helped us find our son," Jason's mother smiled. "That ticket was for my husband's co-worker, but he was unable to make it to the last train."

"I was going to take it with me and get a refund," Jason's father nodded. "But I can see that you need it more than I do." The man saw the slight panic and displeasure in Matt's face. "Isn't that what you said you wanted?"

"Y-yes, it is. But…It's just that…" Matt looked down at the ticket. "I'm…kind of waiting for a friend…"

"He wants to wait for his knight," Jason piped up. The parents looked at their son curiously and Matt's face turned bright red. "Matt is the prince and he's waiting for his best friend to come and be his knight again."

"What a silly story," Jason's mother chuckled. Matt's heart slightly sank at his fairy tale being called "silly."

"It's not silly," Jason protested. "He told me the story of the prince and the knight and how he used to have a friend like the knight. Now he's waiting for the knight to come and sweep him off his feet!"

"Jason."

"That's what the story books always say the knight does to the princess."

"Yes, princess. Not princes."

"What's the difference?"

"That's a conversation for another time young man," Jason's father cut the argument. He then looked back at the teenage blonde. "Well Matt, I suppose it's all up to you. You're more than welcome to share a seat in our section. Or you can wait for your friend—"

"His knight!" Jason corrected.

"—it's your choice." Matt smiled at the family thankfully and then looked down at the ticket once again.

This was what he was waiting for. This small piece of paper that he held in his hands was giving him a second chance. A chance to start over and leave all this pain and heart ache behind. For good. It was obvious that Tai wasn't going to be remembering anything any time soon…so it would have been best to just take the ticket and leave.

But there was still that small part of him, that young child inside him, that was screaming at him to hold on and wait. Maybe Tai can remember everything that happened to them. Maybe it wasn't his life that he needed to give a second chance…but Tai himself. Maybe there was still hope for Matt to reach his own "happily ever after."

The blonde teenager turned to look behind him, to see if Tai was charging through the crowd of people and coming to take Matt away…But he wasn't. Once again, he had allowed his hopes to rise in vain. Matt looked back down at the ticket.

'Tai isn't coming for me,' Matt thought to himself. 'Maybe I should just give up. Maybe... this is the only way.'

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"And so after the 'bunny moon,' Sir Tai and Prince Matt continued to play together in their unnamed kingdom with Queen Mimi and their young siblings." Tai smiled as Sora continued on with the story. A soft breeze gently blew at his wild hair as he was staring down at the small object Matt had given him earlier. Then, the brunette frowned. "Is something wrong Tai?"

"I just…don't understand why I don't remember any of this," Tai muttered sadly. "I mean…now that you're telling me all of this, it feels like I do remember and that I have gone through this…but I don't…"

"It's ok Tai," Sora gently patted him on the arm. "It'll come to you."

"Why can't I remember Sora?"

"Maybe it's just because there was a long period of time since you saw each other as children and teenagers? Or maybe something happened to you that made you forget."

"Like a concussion or something?"

"Maybe."

'I want him back!' a little boy's voice whined in his head before an image of blue eyes faded into Tai's memory. 'I miss him!'

'Look kid!' Teenage Tai growled at the child. 'I don't know who he is!'

'You forgot him! And I promised you wouldn't! You're a liar!'

'I don't even remember a promise!'

'Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!'

"Shut up!" Tai growled.

"What?"

"Oh! Um…nothing!" Tai blushed, having realized that he wasn't alone with the child in his head. He slowly started to rock himself back and forth on the swing. "So…tell me Sora…if I can't remember Matt in my childhood…why do I remember you so well?"

"Like when you threw up in my hat?" Sora playfully glared at him.

"Um…I wasn't going to go there…"

"Well, I was about to get to that part anyways." Sora started pumping her legs gently and she picked up momentum on the swing. Tai waited as the red head thought for a moment. Then a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "Chapter seven—"

"Weren't you on chapter six?" Tai asked.

"Was I?"

"I don't know…I'm not even sure why you're still going with this fairy tale themed—"

"You wanna know why Matt ran away?"
"Yes!"

"Then let me tell you the story." Tai slightly pouted at his friend's stubbornness to keep the fairy tale story theme alive. Sora skidded to a halt on the swing and smiled at Tai. "Chapter seven…Enter the wicked witch."

Hmm...I wonder who on earth she could be referring to? ;) Explanation in the next chapter! Hee hee, I couldn't resists but to bring in inner-child-Tai again. :D

So I just want to give a shout out to a couple of authors out there very quickly:

harathor, thanks for always chatting it up with me and keeping me up with this story.

, thank you for your freaking long chapter in "TMTFTF" because it really inspired me to finish up this chapter and story! :D

Kerukeru and Takato Lover16, thanks for the little requests that keep me inspired to write more! ;)

And finally, thank you all to have reviewed this story so far! With out you guys, I probably would have quit writing a long time ago. Thank you so much for all your feed back and taking the time to read!

...on that note, please feel free to leave me a comment on what you think about this chapter. Do you love it? Do you hate it? Are you dying to know what the heck is the small item Matt gave Tai? ;) Constructive criticism is VERY much appreciated! Flames=weenie roast. Nuff said.

Ok...I'll get off my soap box now. ^_^;