Hello, my darlings. Back with another chapter. I don't know how I want this to go any more. I just want to finish this up, I guess. So I don't know. Maybe fifteen chapters? Yeeah, that sounds about right..
I need to get these all finished up so I can start the sequel for Perfect! :D
Taichi
I stare up at my ceiling with a frown. Yamato's breathing is soothing, but for whatever reason, I can't sleep. For some reason, the guilt of everything I did to Yamato back when we were twelve crashed into me, and almost brought me to tears. I don't understand how he managed to forgive me, although I'm glad he did. It's been a month since our movie 'date'. We've become..something. I wouldn't say official, yet, but it's not like we hide it, either. Yamato is surprisingly vocal when it comes to things he likes. Whether it be a person or an item. It also helps he's pretty physical with his fists, when he has to be. I roll on my side to face the blonde, and nearly fall of the bed when I notice his eyes are open. He laughs at me.
"I find nothing funny about this." I tell him, trying to glare, but being too tired to pull it off properly.
"I do. What're you thinking about?" He asks. There's no point in lying, either.
"You. When we were younger." Yamato's face changes as he remembers when we were younger. He knew what I was talking about, I didn't need to give him detail, but then it smooths back out.
"Why? That's depressing. No wonder you can't sleep." Yamato says this in his you're-being-stupid voice. Yeah, well, bite me, Yama. I huff at him, though. Yamato rolls onto his back, to look at the ceiling, too. He doesn't say anything for awhile, and I think maybe he's fallen asleep again.
"If I can forgive you, why can't you forgive yourself?" His voice startles me. There's no emotion in it, but I know it's because he's hiding it.
"Most of the time I have." I tell him. He doesn't answer me. I drift off, and when I wake up, my bed is empty. I glance around for signs of Yamato, there's none. I panic, and race out of my room in only my boxers, and crash into-
"Yamato!" I wrap my arms around him. He hugs me back.
"Hi," He says, confused.
"You were gone.." I mutter.
"Yeah, I made breakfast for your mom and sister."
"You did?"
"Yeah, there's some for you, too, if you want." Even though the thought of food makes me drool, I have one more question for my boyfriend.
"Why?"
"Why what?" he asks, really confused.
"Why did you forgive me?" Understanding passes Yamato's features and he smiles.
"Because I love you. Now go eat. I want to go out. I hate being in the house." I don't realise until I'm stuffing my face that Yamato had actually said he loved me. Whoa, what? I glance at Yamato, whose sitting across from me, staring out the window to our left. Feeling my eyes on him, he turns his blue eyes to me. He smiles.
"Yes?" He asks. I blush and shake my head, going back to my food. He goes back to window gazing. I eat in silence for a few more minutes.
"So," I say eventually. "Are we tapping into The Bank of Yamato on our outing?" I inquire. Yamato nods.
"Probably. No fun without money." He says. I could tell him a bunch of things that don't involve money, like say, kissing, not that we have since that time he'd kissed me in his room. But I'd like to try it. Although I'm not entirely sure my body would be okay with it yet. Even though I'm doing alright with the whole Justin thing, therapy is helping me a lot, I'm not entirely sure I'd be ready for physical connection. Sometimes even Yamato touch my hand makes me jerk back in fear, although I know it's Yamato. It's subconsciously been beaten into me that those touches could lead to something bad. Not that he's ever done anything to hurt me, yet.
"What are we gonna do, though?"
"I don't know, Taichi." Yamato says. He almost sounded mad, but really, I think he's in music land.
"Are you in music world?" I ask, quietly. Yamato's eyes come back to me.
"Where?" he asks, confused.
"Music world." I repeat. Yamato smiles as he gets it.
"No, just thinking."
"About?" I ask.
"You. When we were younger." He says, repeating my words from last night. I can't help it. I smile.
"Why? That's depressing." I inform him. This causes us both to burst into laughter.
"It is depressing, isn't? So much dysfunction, and pain, for no reason."
"Well.." I say, because it really was for no reason. And Yamato knows this now. Justin had made me do it, not that that makes me feel any better about the whole thing. And I guess he..convinced me to do it, not made me. Jealous ass hole. I can't help but wonder, again, what things would be like if that stuff hadn't happened between Yamato and I. Would we have gotten together before now? Would I be able to let him touch me without cringing inside? The answer is yes, I probably would. Because even back then, I knew I liked Yamato as more then just a friend, although I was terrified to admit it. Yamato, has pushed those thoughts away, though.
"Hurry up!" He whines, staring at my still half full plate.
"Go get ready, then." I tell him. Yamato's eyes go all big and wide, and he glances down at himself, he's still in the clothes he'd slept in. He jumps up, and vanishes. I can't help but laugh.
Yamato
Alright, it's stupid to think about the past. It upsets me, and makes me wonder just how much of Taichi is actually here, not that it matters. For the moment, I'm happy. Well, almost. Taichi had reminded me that I look like shit. And I couldn't leave the house, anyone's house, in my pajamas. Not that you can tell their pajamas. That doesn't matter though. I know being gay and teh whole fashion thing seems like they go hand in hand, but eve if I wasn't gay, I'd still have to look good. My mom's rich. Appearances are like, 70 percent of peoples opinions of you. I take over Taichi's bathroom. Mom and sister went shopping, to have a girls day, apparently, so there's no one to worry about. I change fairly quickly, since I don't have to dig through my clothes to find something to wear, and then deal with my hair. I look way too tired though. I frown. There's nothing really to be done about that, unless I suddenly decide I want to wear make-up, which, I don't.
"Are you almost done Yamato?" Taichi calls to me through the door.
"Yes." I tell him, eyeing myself one last time before stuffing my other clothes back into my backpack. I leave the bathroom, and come face to face with Taichi. His eyes search me.
"What's the difference between this, and the clothes you were just wearing? Besides the fact you're wearing jeans now."
"These, are designer." I inform him.
"Oh," He says. I can tell he doesn't really get it though. I don't care, either. He doesn't have to. As long as I look good, which, clearly, I do.
"Are you done eating, now?"
"Mhm. I just have to change, too." I move around Taichi, and he goes into the bathroom. I drop my bag on his floor, and go back to the living room to wait for him. A few minutes later, he's ready to go. We don't even do much. We end up wandering around a mall, or two, and we don't even buy anything we're just, together. As we're walking back to Taichi's house from the bus stop, Taichi suddenly freezes, and his hand comes into mine.
"What?" I ask, alarmed.
"Justin." He says, eyes going wide. I look where he is, and find the person whose the cause of so much in our lives. I bite my lip. He's standing in a position that we'd have to walk by him, either way, to get to Taichi's house.
"What do you want to do? We can go back to my house instead," I offer, although I need my bag. Taichi shrugs.
"He can't do anything to me. Technically, he shouldn't even be there. It's too close."
"We can call the police. I have my cell phone." If it was my choice, we'd just turn around and go to my house. But this is Taichi decision. He looks at me, then back at Justin, who still hasn't notice us.
"Let's just walk past him...and if he tries anything, you can beat him up." Taichi says the last part cheerfully.
"Okay." I agree. Taichi does not let go of my hand, as he leads me past Justin. The look on Justin's face almost makes me laugh. Almost. But I don't. I wait until we're safely inside Taichi's house before I burst into giggles. Taichi looks at me like I'm crazy, but doesn't ask about it.