I get writers block for these stories, and then suddenly I get two million ideas for just one of them, and I don't know what path to take! Ahh! This is crazy! Hope you guys are enjoying, I'm trying my best, I swear it! Also, for anyone else who didn't get it. Before Matt moved back home, Tai and him were 12. AFTER he came back, and most of this story, takes place when Matt and Tai are sixteen! Sorry if I didn't make that clear enough. Tai's point of view. And, I'm trying to make these chapters longer. Do you guys think they're too short? Can you handle longer chapters?
ALSO, my mouth is in bad condition, so I've been spending a lot of time at the dentist, and next on my list, is my wisdom teeth, so I may not update for awhile, because I won't feel like doing much. Sorry in advance ;]

My body aches all over. Last night was easily one of the worst I'd ever had it from my dad. There's no broken skin or visable brusies to hide, though. All I want is for someone to comfort me. My mom doesn't even know, and I don't think Kari even knows it's as bad as it is. I will never tell her, either. I sneak out of my bedroom, and head for the phone. I know it's early, and I know I shouldn't do it, but I have to call him. Justin has good days, and bad days. And on the good days, when we're alone, he actually cares. Or pretends he does, anyway. I don't know. I dial his number, and it rings. I count four before I go to hang up.

"Hello?" Justin's voice is groggy.

"J-Justin?"

"Tai? What's the matter?" Today is a good day, apperently. I am lucky.

"I..uh..I.." I don't know what to say. I need you? Not excatly. I just need someone. Anyone. I think of Yamato, but I push that away immediately. I could never call him this early. I shouldn't even be calling Justin. Plus, even when we were little, Yamato hated being woken up.

"Did your dad hurt you again?" Like I said, on his good days, he really does care.

"Yeh.."

"Give me fifteen minutes, okay?"

"Okay.." My entire side of the conversation was whispered. I would seriously regret waking my father, and I have enough respect for both women in my house not to wake them at this time. Kari will have to wake up soon anyway, for school. I go back to mine and Kari's shared room, and get dressed for school. I kiss my sisters cheek, and then I slip out the door. I lock it behind me, and then head to the front of the building. Justin is pulling up as I hit the bottom step of my apartment stairway. I keep my head down as I climb into the backseat of his car. This is habit, even on his good days. I sit in the back, so I can lean down far enough that no one knows who I am. I put my seatbelt on.

"Babe," I look up at Justin, and he scans me for visable marks, but seems satisfied. He starts the car, and I go back to my eyes down. Actually, they close. I must have drifted off, because Justin closing the back door on the other side of me makes me open my eyes. Justin is a year and a half older then I am, which is probably why he managed to captivated me so easily. He undoes my seatbelt, and allows me to crawl into his arms and lean against him. Something about the way he moves tells me earlier was all fake. He wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes until it hurts. A very strangled gasp escapes from me. This just causes him to squeeze tighter. I hold the scream in.

"Don't ever wake me up at five in the morning again." He hisses. I nod my head, just wanting him to let me go. It feels like I'm dying. I can hardly breathe. And then he pushes me to the side.

"Out." I do as I'm told without complaints, and he throws my bag at me. He gets into the front seat and leaves me standing in the dark. I have no idea where I am, either. I just start walking. I'll have to find something I recognise enventually. I mean, Justin couldn't have possibly taken me that far, could he? As I walk, it starts to rain, which you know, is just awesome, since I have no jacket or anything. But what bothers me more then the rain, is the fact that I can't push a certain blue eyed beauty out of my head. Which would probably explain why I have stopped infront of his apartment. I look up at the window I know is his, and to my surprise the light is on. What could he be doing up this early? Then, I sprint up the stairs. I knock. Then realise what I've done and debate on just leaving. But that would be mean. And what if his dad knows it's me? What if he knows it's me? How could they even know that? I take too long deciding, because the door opens, and a very tired looking blonde anwsers the door.

"Tai?" He asks, confused. I bite my lip. He takes in my soaking wet, shivering form and pulls me inside. He shoves me into the bathroom.

"Be quiet, but have a shower. You look cold!" Yamato comes back with a towel, and some clothes for me to borrow. I shower, although I feel weird having a shower in the someone else's house. When I get out, I am much warmer. The blonde takes my wet clothes and puts them in the dryer. I follow the blonde to the kitchen. He looks at me, and frowns. I look down, and I don't see what he's frowning at. Except maybe his clothes were always too tight when we were younger, and now they're almost too big. Being around the blonde however, does relax me a little bit. It does nothing to take the pain from my torso away, but it takes the pain from my head and heart away.

"Do you want something to eat, Taichi?" The blonde asks. I am hungry...maybe..he won't find out. I hope not.

"Okay.." I mumble. It's nothing fancy. Just a bowl of ceral. It takes a lot of strength to not eat it fast. Not only will I make myself sick, that will inform Yamato something is wrong. It's the best ceral I've ever had. The other boy eats about half of his before pushing his bowl towards me, which I finish off. My stomach is still growling as Yamato puts the bowls in the sink. When Yamato's dad wakes up, and comes to the kitchen he stops when he sees me sitting at the table. Then, as he walks past Yamato, he smacks the back of his head.

"Don't fucking hit me," Yamato snaps. I'd never swear at either of my parents. I don't think Yamato meant to either, it was more reflex.

"Don't swear at me." His dad responds. Yamato opens his mouth to say something else, but a noise comes out of me, without my approval, and he just closes his mouth with a glance at me. The knock on the door makes me jump.

"That's Kari," Yamato says. I jump up and go to anwser the blonde's door. Kari throws her arms around me and hides her face in my chest.

"Tai! You're safe!"

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Around Kari things are different. I can't be scared. I have to be strong. She looks up at me, and her eyes are pink and swollen from crying. Kari pushes past me, and closes the door.

"Good morning Matt, !" She calls, to which both males reply with a hello. She gives me one of her looks that tells me I'm in trouble.

"Don't ever leave without telling me again," She whispers. I nod my head, and she hugs me again. I can already tell this is going to be a trend. Kari and I will be here at Yamato's everyday during the school week. The blonde joins us, with my now dry clothes.

"Go change." He says, handing them back to me. I do so without complaint. I don't know what excatly to do with his clothes, so I bring them back with me. Yamato takes them out of my hands, and throws them onto the floor. I look at them for a second, but don't say anything.

"Shall we, then?" He asks, pushing my bag into my arms. It's not rough. He's just telling me he's not carrying my stuff. I take my bag, and follow him out the door. The blonde says nothing to his father, but after Kari walks through the door frame, he slams it fairly hard. Kari jumps. I cringe on the inside.

"Are you and your dad already fighting, Yamato?" Kari asks.

"He hit me."

"What?" Kari asks, eyes going wide. They jump to me and then back to Yamato.

"Not hard or anything. He just smacked the back of my head. Because Tai was at my house. At six in the morning." Kari gives me another one of those looks. The I'm in trouble one.

"Six in the morning, Tai?" She asks.

"His light was on though," I protest.

"I had a bad dream," the blonde mutters. That upsets me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Don't be! You showing up means I didn't have to fight sleep." He says cheerfully. Kari laughs. I can't help but smile, especially if I'm bringing the blonde some happiness. Yamato and Kari talk about nothings again. Takeru, music, Kari tells Yamato about her dance, and even gives him a very short performance. Yamato and I had both applauded her, causing her cheeks to turn crimson. As Kari's school approaches, she gives me a kiss on the cheek, says goodbye to Yamato, and is gone. I stop immediately after she's out of sight.

"What's the matter?" Yamato asks me. I debate on just telling him the entire thing, just because I've wanted to tell someone for..forever. But I know I won't. I never do, regardless of the chances I've had to tell someone. The only person who knows everything is Justin. And look at how he treats me. I know it's wrong. I know he's abusive. I'm addicted to that comfort he does give me, however rare it actually is. Or maybe it's because I so desperately want my fairy tale. For someone to love me, and save me from the shitty life I live.

"Taichi?" The blonde's voice invades me thoughts. I look up, and our eyes actually meet. He holds my gaze until I look down, the heat of a blush on my cheeks.

"Nothing. I just don't feel like school." I whisper. I lie. I don't want to lie to the blonde. Ever. I want to hug him, and tell him how sorry I am.

"How come?" Yamato asks. I think he's just trying to keep me with him. He tugs gently on my sleeve, and I move. Slowly, but I do move.

"Taichi." My heart and body freezes at that voice. I look at Justin. Yamato's eyes are narrowed. He looks like he could spring.

"I forgot to mention what you did yesterday. It's not going to be forgotten." Yamato's laugh brings all eyes to him. Mine, Justin's, and Justin's three friends, whose names I have never learned, although, they've all had their way with me, at least once. It's a cold, crazy laugh, and it chills me even more then Justin's voice did.

"Come on, Tai." Yamato grabs my arm and pulls me towards the school. I follow without complaint. Justin doesn't follow, thankfully, but I now fear for Yamato's safety.

"Yamato.." I whisper.

"What? I'm not scared of Justin. And you shouldn't be either. If he bugs you come get me. Or you know, just stay with me so you don't have to come find me." Something in his voice makes me believe him. I nod my head with a smile.

"Okay,"

"And, I have a request." He adds. Oh no. Here it comes.

"...What?" I ask, kind of scared to know what he wants.

"Stop calling me Yamato. I hate that name." I blink in surprise.

"Uhm..what am I supposed to call you?"

"Matt. Matthew. Yama. Blondie, even! I don't care. Just not Yamato." I can't help but laugh. More then one person turns to look at me.

"Okay, Yama."

"So, now that that's settled, what class do we have first?" We hit the blonde's locker first, then mine, the blonde makes a show out of avoiding my locker.

"What are you doing? I ask him, a little bit amused.

"I'm no longer talking to, or friends with your locker. He hurt me yesterday."

"Huh?" I ask confused. Then I remember smashing into the blonde, and him hitting my locker. My eyes widen as he shows me the back bruise along his arm and up to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." I mumble. I can't believe I'm hurting him already.

"Not your fault." He says with a shrug and a smile. Which is a lie, but it still makes me feel better. There's no alarms going off in my head, either. Which I desperately hope means he's not going to be like Justin. I hope not. I want so badly to be able to make up with the blonde, and his parents. Yama and I end up in our first class, math, long before the bells even rung.

"Why are we here so early?" I whine. Yama smiles.

"Did you do your homework last night." I draw a blank. We had homework?

"Uh.." The blonde pulls his out, and gives to me.

"Hurry, or you'll get us both in trouble." I copy out the blonde's work, although his is much neater then mine. After I'm done, he explains the anwsers, incase the teacher asks me to tell her how I did them. I try and remember everything he says, but I can't. When the bell rings I've only gotten the first question down. The other students file in, and the teacher shortly after. He collects homework, and just gives a new assignment. No lesson. I sigh, because I will never understand any of this. Thankfully, the blonde moves his book a little bit closer to me. Yamato is left handed, and sitting on my left. I am right handed, so I can see his notebook without problem, and he can see mine. The blonde writes out the questions, and does the math so I can see it. I kind of get it..but not really. The blonde has to explain more then one of the questions to me in a hushed voice. This brings back memories of when we were in elementary school, and he did the same things. I completely ride on the blonde for the next class, too. He gives me all the anwser, does all the work. I just try to get him to avoid Justin, which is easy, because the blonde seems to be steering clear of him, too. At lunch, we sit together. Yamato doesn't eat, but he does buy me food, and insists I eat it. Which I do. Without too much complaint. As I'm eating, we are approached by a red head. Koushiro. The boy had kind of been part of mine and Yama's group of friends, kind of. Mostly it was just Yama and I. Sometimes, though, like on birthday's and things, it was Yama, Jou, Koushiro, Sora, and Mimi. Of course mine and Yama's siblings were always tagging along, too, but they never made it to the bigger kids things. After Yama went into a coma, the others had left me alone. Koushiro had tried though, once Justin turned his eyes on me, but I had pushed him away, too.

"Hi, Taichi." He says softly.

"Hello," I anwser, pushing more food into my mouth. Yama waves absently at the empty seat beside him, and Koushiro sits. He watches me for a few seconds before greeting Yamato.

"I heard you were back!" He says with a smile.

"Yea, my mom got sick of me. Sent me away." The blonde replies with a wink. Koushiro laughs. Yamato's mother, Natsuko, had always been more impatient with the older of her two sons. It was easy enough to see. She was never mean, or rough with him, just impatient.

"How do you like it, so far?" It's just simple chatter, but I am captivated, as I always have been, by every word the blonde speaks.

"It's alright, I guess." He says with a half shrug. Then his eyes drift to Sora, Mimi, and Jou. There eyes are on us from across the room. Sora looks angry. Sora always looks angry. Yamato waves at her, and automatically the anger dissappears and she smiles. She had a thing for Yamato, too.

"Well, Tai, I want to come and apologise, again." Koushiro says to me. This shocks me. Koushiro had apologised for along time about leaving me to Justin. But they had thought everything was okay, then. The red-head is forgiven, and he knows it.

"I should be sorry," I whisper. I can feel Yamato's eyes on me, but I don't want to see them.

"Well, I forgive you. We should try and work things out." Koushiro says. I nod my head. I know it will never happen. I know I shouldn't even be sitting here with Yamato. I should be looking for Justin. However, Yamato and Koushiro feel right. This is where I should be. Laughing and smiling, and not worrying about whose going to hit me first. My father, or my 'boyfriend'. I wonder if Yamato would hit me if he was my boyfriend..This is when I glance up. I find Koushiro returned to Sora, Mimi and Jou, and sapphire eyes on me. He just watches. No words. No emotions. I eat.