Author: Fugu

Archive: ask before

Warning: I've seen the Digimon shows until Izzi's adventures as leader with TK's team, once. So it's pretty much AU and major OOC because I have very little memory of it. Major sap, possible Mpreg (if it does happen, it won't be the usual nine months with baby at the end) angst and oh yes, pretty plot less

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: purely for entertainment purposes, own no copyright.

Title: The Fool On the Hill (from the Beatles song)

Pairing: obviously most incredibly sappy Yamato Ishida/ Jyou Kiddo.

Taichi Kamiya/ Sora Takenouchi, Mimi Tachikawa/ OMC, etc.

Notes: If you have read my other fics, you know that I just write for the sake of Sap and hurt/comfort; you know that I don't start arcs chronologically either. More so, I'm not a prolific writer, but I need to finish what I start. I don't know when I'll finish this story. It's been going on for more than 10 years! This is a work in progress, meaning that at anytime I might go back to rewrite and polish this fic as I add chapters. If any of these things are peeves, then you shouldn't be reading this story. Cheers ^_^

The Fool on The Hill

How about a Sunday with your Trio?

(June 21st 2006)

They were having a pretty inspiring session. The words were flowing and the members seamed to be in sync, which happened less than the fans would think.

The TWolves were Tetsu' penthouse with it's private studio and collection of grand pianos.

Pachi dropped the bomb that there was talk of another tour, this time focusing on the European were getting quite popular there, thanks to the Cino-Russian frontier.

Although talk was only at preliminaries, Matt was almost sure that it would come to pass. The managers, and let's face it the members of the band, where itching to cross the Asian borders. It was an opportunity they couldn't miss. But they had only been home for six months and previously he had been gone for four. It had been a torture to be so far away from Joe for so long and his fiancé wasn't doing to well lately, blasted heat wave. There was no way thought, that he could bring Joe with him. First of all he had school and he was starting his own career quite successfully he might add, and his condition was too fragile for overseas travel. At times, Joe had been so tired that he couldn't walk straight for a couple of days and his mind went away with him. At a certain point last year, Matt had freaked when Joe had reluctantly confessed the he suffered palpitations. They'd gone to a number of specialist and were able to rule out Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or any heart disease. They really had dodged a bullet. Still, it meant that Joe had to pace himself, a lot.

Matt sigh, he would have to face the disappointment when the time came, but he would wait for it to be official. Joe didn't need the stress right now. He hoped that it wouldn't be too soon.

Matt looked up to see Tetsu watching him with a small worried frown from the other side of the coffee table they were lounging around in the living room. He gave the man a small smile and plopped his notebook on the table to start the composition and discussions on the two new songs he had written during the last few weeks. His third composition was inspired by Joe's research. Since he was in his first year Joe's teachers were exploring roman and Greek art, to help the students grasp the history and the basics of their medium. Joe was a thorough student and had decided not to deviate too much from this year's subject matter when creating pieces for his exhibit. He got inspired by the Lesser Greek Gods and their mythology.

While Joe was discussing his choice and research, Matt got curios about the sound and poetry of the those times when he saw pictures of musical sheets in one of Joe's books. Their kind of Rock was tribal and mythic. The Wolves were wild and could get pretty Metal. He wondered if they couldn't translate a bit of fantastic Greek myths into modern rock.

As he got warmed up to the subject he could see that his colleagues were quite taken with the idea. They'd been looking for a new sound for some time now and what better way to test it with one song in there next album. They worked this way though out the day none stop, composing, jamming, talking, joking writing and singing, eating while they worked. When Matt's watch beeped at 7, he was quite surprised to see that time had passed so fast. He looked up from his composing sheet and saw that they were really on a roll. They had already half of the Master melodies of the album done and decided. They were working on two last songs, the tribal one included, plus an instrumental piece. He stood and went to Tetsu's office to photocopy his work and leave the copies to his friends. They would be working well into the night, but he had to pick up Joe and he didn't regret that one minute.

He was photocopying the last few pages when Tetsu walked in.

"Going already?"

"Yeah, Joe's staying late at school so I volunteered to bring supper."

"How's your boyfriend doing by the way?"

Matt smirked, "It's fiancé…" he laughed at Tetsu's deer in the headlight face, but it died quickly when he continued, "He's not too well at the moment, he had a fever last night and I left him at the campus kind of shaky"

"Yeah, okay", Tetsu said worried. Among the band he was the one who'd been friends with them longer. With Matt, he was the only other original member of TWolves and he knew how bad it had been in Japan. He was the only one who had been able to follow Matt to the States and he couldn't say he regretted. He had always been serious about the band and although he knew that the first reason why Matt had moved to the U.S. was for Joe, like their managers, he had also acknowledged that it would be a positive strategic move for the band. American pop had, after all, shaped the world of music for the better part of the century and they wanted to be part of it.

He let a smile grace his face, "Well congrats on getting married anyways, we'll have to throw you a bachelors'"

Matt grinned' " Thanks."

He moved to the living room, Tetsu in tow, and dropped the copies on the table before retrieving his messenger bag, to leave.

"Well guys, I'll see you in a few days." Tetsu looked up sharply at that, but Matt gave him wan smile.

"Matty, you leaving already?" asked Pachi.

Matt cringed at the nick name while Tetsu answered for him.

"Man you are so whipped," Sam the other member exclaimed with a chuckle.

Matt grinned happily and walked at the door at the catcalls from his friends.

Once the door was closed thought Tetsu was accosted by twin glares.

"Okay give," demanded Sam.

So they had all felt the somewhat worried vibes pouring out of their lead singer and second guitarist.

Tetsu shrugged going for nonchalance. The rest of the band knew about Joe but not the full extent of his medical problems, "Joe was sick yesterday, fever. The heatwave would drain him pretty bad, but it might be worst than I think if Matt's gonna take a couple days off." The others nodded sadly, satisfied with this explanation and Tetsu resolved to call his friend tomorrow to see how they were doing. Or if they needed to make the leave official with the managers.

~oo0oo~

The day had been equally productive for Joe. He had only two courses that day and he took the afternoon to finalize his paper. He took a snack before sitting down in one of the art classes to sketch a few ideas that had been trotting in his head all day and if he was a bit dizzy, he didn't mind much attention. It was a regular occurrence for him this time of year, but when he started to see stars burst in the corner of his vision and feel his teeth tingle, he knew he couldn't power through. He made to get up and almost keeled sideways when his vision darkened for a few seconds. He sat back on the stool very slowly and cursed the muggy air wafting from the giant windows, of the studio, that wasn't helping his case none.

/Okay/ he thought /that was NOT a good idea. /

He looked down at his shaking hands and realized that he probably had a fever again. He was sweating way to much for just sitting down. He scowled.

He tried getting up again, and everything stayed up right and center, but God, it was like gravity had tripled while he wasn't paying attention. He felt exhaustion like a whole digging inside his chest. He took a deep breath and reluctantly, gathered his art paraphernalia. Walking to the elevator he passed a few students in sculpture sculpture class. It wasn't too late then and he checked the time once he could lean on the elevator walls. 8:30 pm, Matt said he'd be around at 9. He hoped that there wouldn't be any stops during the ride down.

A low buzzing had started in his ear.

When he reached his destination, he slowly walked towards the door and wasn't pleased when a gush of heavy humid air greeted him once he stepped outside. He scowled some more and decided to wait inside for Matt, at least it didn't feel like if he was being steamed alive.

Matt walked in fifteen minutes later with a bag of take out that would have smelt delicious where he any hungry. Matt spotted him in the lobby right away and with one raised eyebrow made his way towards him. Joe stood up, his bag slung on his shoulder, ready to pop this stand.

"What are you doing here?" His blond fiancé asked, concern starting to show as he got a good look at Joe.

"I go to school here," Joe replied smartly with a smirk.

Matt frowned. Joe sigh, "I won't be staying after all, I think," he blushed embarrassed, "I think I'm running a fever again and right now if the two last beings on Earth were you or the bed...I'm not sure I's chose you." he confessed with a goofy grin.

Matt took the shoulder bag from him and looped his other arm around his waist guiding him out of the building towards the parking lot. When Joe started giving life to inanimate objects, things were dire. They made their way slower than Matt would have liked. The only sound being Joe's heavy breathing getting harsher as they got closer to the car. Suddenly, Joe stopped them and moan, "M..Matt? Oh shit, "he gasped "m gonna...gon.." and he just slumped. Matt let everything fall to catch him.

He rushed to the car and cranked up the AC once he got Joe situated on the back seat. From the dash, he grabbed a towel and soaked it with the water from a bottle (he always had one or two in the car). He pulled Joe's head up and pressed it to his nape. Joe came to in minutes.

"Wha... hwat..?"

"Joe, you with me."

"Hm.."

"Joe come on, wake up. Talk to me!"

"M...Matt...hhh"

Matt cursed. He could see his boyfriend trying to wake, but he couldn't seem to succeed. It looked like a hypoglycemic attack and those only happened when Joe was close to catatonic with exhaustion. Matt worried his lips trying to decide what to do. The decision was made really fast for him when Joe gasped like a fish out of water to lose the battle with consciousness again. Dammit, Matt got him situated more securly on the backseat and swiftly threw their stuff he had left lying in the parking lot, in the trunk. They were going to the hospital.

The ride to the hospital was silent except for Joe's ragged breathing, each time he was struggling to wake up. Matt kept a monologue to encourage him back.

Matt burst into the ER, with Joe in his arms shouting for help. It wasn't long before they took Joe from him on gurney and rolled him behind a curtained off space.

He needed to distract himself from the activity behind the curtains as they were working to bring back his lover. He sighed wearily, passing a hand through his hair and walked to the nurses desk to fill in the proper papers.

He would have to call the guys to tell them that he wouldn't be available for a few days.

'Fuck, Joe you better be okay, You hear me? You better be okay.'

To be continued