Well, thank guys for the follows and favorites, there's been a fair bit of them recently. However, very little reviews. Those are the best inspiration..Even if it's as simple as "I did/didn't like this." Anyways, I hope you enjoy. I still need a beta.
This chapter is nearly 1000 words shorter then normal. Sorry. I'm trying my best here, but I'm going to be without use of my laptop for awhile, and just wanted this posted.
Taichi
I lay on my side, watching Yamato sleep with half closed eyes. He shifts slightly, and a low groan escapes him. His eyes flutter open briefly, and I can see bits of blue before they shut again. I chew on my lip, the urge to touch him is over-whelming. Yamato mutters something in his sleep, which I mostly ignore, since I can't hear him anyway. Yamato rolls over, and our skin touches. His eyes snap open.
"Why are you staring at me?" He asks, without even the smallest hint of sleep in his voice. I wonder what it does to your head to be so deep in sleep you were talking, to suddenly wide awake.
"I'm not." I say, trying to push the panic down. He mirrors my position, eyebrow raised.
"If you say so, Taichi." He says like he doesn't believe me. It makes me blush. I'm glad for my darker skin, and the darkness of the room. Yamato shifts, probably in an attempt to get comfortable again, and the moon light from the still open curtain spills across him. It makes his skin paler, and his eyes bluer. I take in a sharp breath. Yamato ignores it, if he heard it at all. I decide that maybe I should touch him. He did kiss me, after all. I never thought Yamato would be the one instigating touch. Although, I wouldn't be able to myself, probably. I reach out, and brush my finger tips against his cheek. When he doesn't stop me, or really do anything, my fingers trail absently to trace his lower lip. My hand drops after that, though. Yamato gives me this strange, kind of lust filled look, before biting his lip hard, and rolling onto his back. He stares at the ceiling.
"Yamato?" I ask, I just want to hear his voice.
"What?" He asks. He doesn't sound annoyed, or angry.
"Err.." I say, not sure what I should say. Yamato waits silently.
"Tell me about Takeru. It's been forever since I've seen him."
"You'll see him soon." He says, without giving me the information I wanted. I frown. Is he doing it on purpose? Yamato always was good at hiding his feelings. I wait for him to say something, anything. But he doesn't. When I look back over at him, he's asleep.
The next day, I wake up well after Yamato, Kari and Hiroaki. Yamato, I'm assuming, put me in his bed. It's a nice change from the floor. I crawl out of the bed, that smells like Yamato, and my stomach grumbles. The house is empty besides one beautiful blonde should be angel. He's sitting on the floor next to the coffee table, guitar in his lap. He's currently leaning over it, scribbling on a piece of paper. He doesn't even look at me when I enter the room. I sit behind him on the couch, which he ignores. My stomach gurgles again.
"Yama.." I whine softly.
"Food's in the kitchen." He says simply.
"But.."
"I already made it, just go eat it." He says, annoyance creeping into his voice. I do as he says, not wanting him to be mad at me. I don't know if I could handle that. I eat quickly, then come back to the blonde. I sit behind him again, which is when he turns to face me. He eyes my stomach.
"Better?"
"Yes. Thank you." I say quietly. He gives me an award-winning smile.
"Good. Wanna tell me about last night?"
"What?" I ask, not sure what he means. He raises an eyebrow at me, waiting. I think about last night, what did I do? Then I remember the half asleep touch of his face. Uh-oh.
"I..uh...you..you kissed me! I..thought it...don't be mad." I end up stuttering. Yamato shifts, and I flinch. This causes his eyes to widen in shock.
"Why would I be mad at you, Taichi? I was only curious." He says it softly, like he doesn't want to scare me. Then he lifts his hand, and runs his fingers across the top of my hand.
"I..I just..wanted..to.." I mutter.
"Okay." He says. Wait, what? Just like that? His hand drops from mine, and he turns back to what I can see now is a song. It's the same couple lines from his phone, scribbled out, re-written, and with a few music notes.
"What about school?" I ask, suddenly.
"Well, you're welcome to go. I have to stay here. My mom and Takeru should be here within the hour. I figured you'd want to stay here with me."
"I do." I say quickly. Yamato laughs. Yamato strums a few notes on his guitar, and groans. I can't see his face, but I imagine he's frowning. I sit quietly, not sure how much noise Yamato can handle. I don't want him mad at me. That would be bad. So, so, so bad. I think about what Justin would have done to me, had it been him I touched while he was half asleep. I shiver runs through me without my permission, and my knee bumps Yamato. I pull my leg up and hide it underneath me, holding my breath.
"Are you cold?" Yamato asks, without even looking at me.
"N-no." He tilts his head back, to look at me. His head rests against the couch, and his eyes are on me.
"Are you sick? You look pale.." I shake my head. I'm actually too scared to speak right now.
"Hmm..well, just so you know, I'm not going to be mad at you for an accident, Tai."
"What were you dreaming about last night?" I ask, to change the subject. Yamato jerks, eyes going wide.
"Before you woke me up?" I nod, not sure I want to know anymore.
"I had a nightmare." He says with a half shrug.
"About?" My prompt. Talking helps with nightmares. At least it does with Kari. Yamato pulls himself out of his sitting position, dropping his guitar onto the ground where he was sitting. He plops down on my left side. He reaches across me, and takes my right hand. He trails his finger along a scar I have from..hitting the ground next to his head, and splitting it.
"You had a dream about...that?" I ask. He shrugs.
"I have lots of nightmares around that time, Taichi. My parents got a divorce, my best friend abandoned me, and my grandpa had just died. It was a bad time in my life." The phone rings, causing both of us to jump. Yamato shoots the offending object a dirty look, before turning his attention back to me.
"Granted, it's not like what you went through with you dad, or anything.." He mumbles. I shrug this time.
"You probably would have been able to stop it long before I did." I say.
"I never stopped you." He says, eyes down. The answering machine picks up the now done ringing phone. They have one of those ones that says the message out loud as the person leaves it.
"Yamato, pick up the phone." A boy whines. Yamato drops my hand and makes a dive for the phone.
"Takeru!" He says. I listen to Yamato's side of the conversation, which is a lot of "yeas" and "okays". He glance around the apartment, eyes landing on me. He smiles, before turning back to the phone. Then he hangs up without a good bye.
"Keru's gonna be here in fifteen minutes." He says cheerfully.
"Are they staying here, too?" I ask. It'll be kinda cramped. And tense.
"No. Well, Takeru might spend a night or two, but they're staying in a hotel. There's no room here. Plus, I think my father would go crazy with my mother in the house." Yamato takes up his spot on my left again. I look around the apartment, too. Considering it's been home to three teenagers, and is a permanent home to two males, it's pretty clean. Clean enough that my mother never said anything, but she has a husband. And two teens. However, I remember Yamato's house always being spotless when his parents still lived together.
"Shouldn't you..clean?" I ask. Yamato shrugs.
"If my mom has that big of an issue with it, she'll clean it. It's not that bad, is it?" He asks, looking at me, but moving his eyes only.
"I guess not, no." Yamato entertains himself by playing with my fingers. When the doorbell rings, Yamato jumps over his guitar, without a glance back. I hear his mother gush over him, and Takeru's excited hello. Yamato leads them back to the living room. I look up. Takeru is a mini version of Yamato. Natsuko looks the same as she always did. Beautiful.
"Why is your guitar on the floor?" His mother snaps.
"Hi, Taichi!" Takeru says at the same time.
"Hi, Takeru." I say softly. Natsuko sees me then.
"Taichi! You're so big!" She says, like a relative I haven't seen in years. She rushes over to me, kicking Yamato's guitar out of the way, and squishes me against her. In my shock, I forget to pretend to hug her back. She pulls away, leaving me very confused, and a pale pink streak across Yamato's cheeks.