A.N. I do not own Digimon or any companies the show is associated with… I wish I did though. I'm only using characters from the first season… no Daisuke, Miyako, etc. Michael however is an exception but only in chapter one. I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, I've hit a wall and I basically forced this one out. WARNING: lemon to occur! It's rated M for a reason! and I apologize for any insults when I use god's name in vain, I don't mean to offend anyone. and please review! good or bad!

Chapter 6: Broken Barriers

Once Yamato put Sora to bed in their over-the-top suite he went and sat out on the balcony trying to decipher his conversation with Koushiro moments before. Clearly he had hit a nerve but what was so hard for Koushiro to tell him? Sure Koushiro was always shy but he would never hide anything from the group. Damn, he was so close. If only Mimi hadn't shown up for a few more minutes. Yamato closed his eyes as the cool breeze softly caressed his face. Could it have actually had something to do with Mimi or was he just trying to change the subject? He had so little time. Everyone would be flying back home on Sunday and to try and get Koushiro alone during the reception would be damned near impossible. Then it hit him. Bloody hell, he thought, Jyou could talk to him. They'd always had a bond as kids because they considered themselves outcasts. Yamato chuckled to himself as he remembered Jyou had used the word "nerd" to describe Koushiro and himself a number of times. Yes, Jyou was the answer. Yamato got up and swiftly left the suite as he headed towards Jyou's room. If this didn't work, he thought, I'll invite everyone to my honeymoon to buy more time with Koushiro.

Mimi sat on the edge of the bathtub trying to calm herself down. Her accidental mentioning of dancing clearly made Koushiro uncomfortable. She was also idiotic enough to not pack a decent pair of pajamas. She cursed silently while tearing through her trunk for anything. Nothing. Eventually she decided her nighty was out of the question. It looked like it came from a lingerie store. Basically see through, the little black lace number was made only for the purpose of seduction. She was left with an oversized t-shirt and underwear. Naturally she only packed two kinds and she sure as hell wasn't going to parade around the hotel room in front of Koushiro in a thong. Her only other kind was a boy short cut. Okay who was she kidding; Mimi wanted another taste of the gorgeous male sharing her bed this weekend. She ached to satisfy her hunger but she knew it could never happen. It's Koushiro! Things just couldn't be like that between the two of them. It just wouldn't make sense. They were the least likely couple to emerge from the group. Hell, the others probably thought Jyou had a better chance of dating her than Koushiro did. However Mimi wanted nothing but to feel Koushiro's touch once more. Her skin burned where he last touched her. She slipped into the t-shirt, no, she thought, I will not submit to these feelings. I can't deal with the hurt of rejection again from someone so close to me. Mimi took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom.

Koushiro changed into his boxers and muscle shirt as quickly as he could. He then grabbed the spare blanket and pillow from the closet and began to make a bed on the floor. There's no way she'll share a bed with me now, Koushiro thought. Not after what happened at the strip club. He could only imagine the look on his face as he stared at Mimi while she danced. If she wasn't disgusted with him before, she must be now. Now that he thought about it, their embrace probably wasn't real. Mimi's just too nice to stop me at that point. He cringed; she gave me a pity kiss. She most likely still thinks of me as nerdy Koushiro from the days of Odaiba. He heard the bathroom door open behind him and continued to prepare his make-shift bed. "Koush, what are you doing?" Mimi asked softly.

"I'm making a bed on the floor." he answered back.

"But why?"

"It seems appropriate."

"Koush, don't be ridiculous! I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor." Koushiro stood in silence, "You're going to sleep on the floor?" he grinned, still keeping his back to her.

"You know very well what I meant. Now stop with that pathetic excuse for a bed and tell me, which side do you prefer to sleep on?" Koushiro stopped suddenly. He finally turned to face her and almost immediately wished he had waited until she crawled into bed. As he looked down her slim body, raking his eyes over her uncovered thighs up to her hidden breasts in that large t-shirt, he grew hard. He could not escape the thought of stripping her and taking her then and there. "I'm fine with either side." Koushiro managed to spit out. Mimi smiled and settled in on the right side of the double bed. Koushiro turned off the lights and slid in beside her. "Goodnight Koushiro." Mimi mumbled as she started drifting into her alcohol induced sleep. She unconsciously snuck an arm across his chest and nuzzled her face into his chest, tangling her legs within his. "Good night Mimi." Koushiro whispered.

Jyou woke up to something loudly banging on his door. "I'm coming!" he yelled. Jyou opened the door to find Yamato standing there. "What are you doing here at this hour? You're about to get married tomorrow!" Jyou asked.

"I need a favour."

"What is it? Couldn't it have waited until morning?"

"Listen there's going to be a lot going on tomorrow and there's something I want to do before everyone leaves Sunday afternoon," Yamato started, "Now you must believe everything I tell you but not ask how I've arrived at these accusations."

"Wow this sounds serious. Yamato what are you hiding? And why aren't you asking Taichi or Takeru to do this?"

"Because Jyou it is you that are best fit for this job. Now I believe that Koushiro is hiding many secrets from us," Jyou started to interrupt, "Not yet, Jyou. Questions later. One of them I'm sure I've guessed. I think there's something going on between him and Mimi. Don't ask what or when because that I'm not sure of either. But there is something bigger. Something that terrifies him when he thinks about telling one of us about it. What I want you to do is at the reception I would like you to try and get it from him." Jyou sat in silence for a few moments, "I'll do it."