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(A/N: Whoo! This chapter was fun to write! is looking forward to writing more and more of this fic Of course, this Digimon fic is what happens when a bunch of my ideas and thoughts are combined into one story. Scary and weird, huh? XD
I have wanted to write a Taichi x Yamato fic (so this is a SHOUNEN-AI/YAOI fic. If you do not like boy x boy relationships then please leave now. I don't want to receive any flames so I'm warning everyone now. If you read it anyway despite my warnings then it's your own fault, okay?) for a while now but I could never think of what to base in on since I wanted it to be an AU fic. This story is something I made up, so it came from my thoughts and my mind. I'm not sure if there is already an existing fic that somehow resembles my fic but I assure you I'm not trying to steal or copy anyone else's story. Okay? Okay! ()
This will be my first time writing a shounen-ai fic so please be gentle, okay? Taito is one of my favorite couples of all time and I hope that the people who read each chapter will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing them)
Chapter 1: Meeting.
It was a cold day in mid-October when Yamato had decided to walk to school with his younger brother Takeru but of course it had never really been up to him if he were to go to school or not, his father was incredibly strict when it came to his education. A while ago he had thought that if it had been up to him he would have quit school a long time ago and concentrated more on his guitar playing and singing career but of course in time Yamato realized how stupid a move that would have been. What if he had failed at becoming a famous rock star? What then? Who would ever hire a high-school drop out? He wouldn't have a chance at life without the proper schooling.
Yamato had met up with Takeru at the stop sign in front of his apartment building and they jogged off to school as they usually did every morning. And every day seemed like the last, never changing. He got up, went to school, came home and afterwards he would either go to practice with his band or if he had nothing better to do he would just go to bed. His life was nothing special; it was extremely dull but he really had no right to complain.
Yamato lived in an apartment with his father. His parents had divorced when he had been only six years old. After many, many court meetings and arguments his mother had finally had enough. He could remember the day she left; it was nighttime sometime around 7:00 PM. His father had gone once again to court with his mother that day and it seemed that this was the day that all the disputes would finally be settled.
Yamato had been watching television when the front door burst open and his mother stumbled through the doorway. He immediately got to his feet both excited and a little frightened. He hadn't seen his mother in months because his father had forbid him from seeing her but now she was here he was happy to see her after all this time. She looked disgruntled, her makeup was smudged all over her face and her eyes had large black circles underneath them. He had never seen his mother look so tired or so unhappy. Yamato couldn't help but think it was his father who had done this to his mother, he was the reason why she was so unhappy and he was the reason why she was going to leave them.
His mother awkwardly made her way through hallway and grabbed a large suitcase out of the hallway closet then she headed towards what had once been her bedroom and carelessly began to throw her belongings into the suitcase. He came into the bedroom and stared up at her. He could remember debating whether or not to speak to her. Would she get angry with him if he spoke? Would she hit him? Hug him? Tell him that mommy and daddy were going to get back together after all and that this would all end soon?
Yamato finally worked up enough courage and approached his mother, asking her what she was doing.
She didn't look at him at first but after a moments silence before he knew it his mother had wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly to her chest. Yamato could smell the foul stench of alcohol and cigarettes on his mother's breath as she spoke to him in a barely audible voice, "You…t-take care of yourself, you hear?" She had trouble keeping herself upright and clutched her little boy's shoulders to keep her from falling. She was holding onto him so tightly that Yamato winced slightly in pain.
She was drunk and miserable. She had had enough. His mother had said the same things over and over again.
Yamato's babysitter, Rei, had heard the commotion from the other room and rushed over to see if Yamato was all right. He could remember the shock on the girl's face when she laid eyes on his mother. "M-Mrs. Ishida…" she said awkwardly, utterly dumbfounded. Rei reached over and pulled Yamato over to her and pushed him behind her, as if his mother was some kind of wild beast that he needed to be protected from, he was about to protest when his mother shot the girl a glare. "Don't call me that!" she exploded as she shakily got to her feet and grabbed her suitcase off her bed. It was still half open and many of her clothes and other things came spilling out as she made her away past them. He didn't even see her leave through the door. Just as suddenly as she had come she had gone, again.
--
His mother vanished after that and he never heard from her again. He couldn't even really remember anything about her anymore. It had been at least 11 years since that night and all he could remember little bits and pieces of what she looked like, her scent, the way she used to smile. He would sometimes have nightmares about that night she had left, but his mother had always been a faceless figure.
Yamato didn't miss his mother nor did he wonder why his parents split up, they had their reasons and he refused torture himself trying to figure out. Yamato had always supposed that being a mother and having to deal with a failed marriage at the same time had finally taken its toll on the woman. She had needed to be free of her burdens, one of them being her only child. Yeah, it was selfish, but it was her life. That was what he had convinced himself.
His father had gotten remarried a few years after Yamato's mother had disappeared and Takeru became his half brother. Half brother or no he and Takeru got along instantly. They had always enjoyed each other's company and hardly ever got into a fight with one another. Yamato loved having Takeru and his mother as a part of the family, with them around he felt as if his life actually had meaning and that maybe things were finally beginning to look up. He had hoped that someday he would be able to forget completely about his birth mother so he imagined he could truly find happiness. Of course the happiness and security that Yamato felt was about to yet again be disrupted by feuding parents. Things had seemed to be going so well for them but it seemed that his father preferred women other than his wife. Takeru's mother discovered her husband had numerous affairs while they were together and wanted a divorce. Things were settled rather quickly and their family was to be separated.
She had told Yamato and Takeru privately that she had tried to make things work but no matter how much she wished for it her husband refused to change. So, she refused to allow him to take advantage of her.
"I can't do it anymore. I just can't…" Yamato had heard her once say to her friends in the garden. Some had tried to counsel her, but most agreed with her decision.
The day that Takeru and his mother moved out of the apartment was one of the saddest moments Yamato could remember. He didn't want them to leave, he wanted them to be a family again but he knew that that was impossible.
"You'll be able to come over to our new place and see Takeru and I anytime you want. It won't be exactly like before but we'll still see each other."
Yamato knew that Takeru's mother was trying to make him feel better and he tried to at least smile for her but he just couldn't, instead he began to cry and she comforted him just like his mother, his real mother, should have done. When they left the apartment everything seemed so empty and cold. The rooms didn't have their usual warmth and cheerfulness that he was used to feeling when he entered them. Things wouldn't ever be as they had been before but he was happy that he could still see them at least.
Yamato had been angry with his father for a long time. He felt that he was to blame everyone's unhappiness. Why couldn't he have at least tried to change? Why did he constantly cheat? Why did he always hurt everyone?
It had now been 5 years since his father had gotten divorced for the second time. Yamato's daily routine was to meet his brother at the stop sign in front of his apartment building every morning so they could walk to school together. It wasn't really as bad as what he thought life would be like without his brother living with him, at least he got to see him every day and they sometimes hung out together.
Yamato's hatred for his father soon died out. There was only so long that he could live with his father and hold that kind of grudge inside of him. His father was a complicated man and like his mother he had his own reasons for doing what he did, not that they were at all right, but he was the kind of man that liked to take risks and chances. He was a stupid man, yes, but Yamato knew that he couldn't blame his father forever. He would just have to work out his own problems and somehow manage to move on. Yamato had made this vow a long time ago but he was still having trouble living through each day. Every morning he opened his eyes and got out of bed, it felt like another large amount of guilt had been added to his shoulders.
"…Yamato?" Takeru stood in front of his elder brother, surprising Yamato who had been lost in his train of thought. He made a face then turned his gaze away from his pouting brother. "What is it?"
Takeru narrowed his eyes at Yamato. "You've been acting strangely these past weeks. Is something wrong?" he asked, obviously concerned about his brother's welfare. Takeru was a caring person and he was also very protective of his loved ones. If he even got the slightest hint that there was something wrong with one of his friends or family members he would automatically try to get them to talk to him and see if he could help.
Yamato sighed and laid his hand on his brother's head, ruffling his hair a bit. "I'm fine. Really. I'm just nervous about the bands upcoming gig. I just don't want to blow it, you know?" Of course this was a big fat lie and Takeru knew it, the expression on his face clearly stated that he didn't believe one word that his brother had said. He knew better than anyone that Yamato wasn't self-conscious about being on stage or for that matter being in front of a big crowd. He loved to sing and play his guitar. That was the way that he expressed himself. Maybe there was another reason that Yamato refused to talk to him, but that was odd. His brother had never kept anything a secret from him before. They could always talk about things no matter what.
"Let's just drop it, okay?"
Takeru looked up at his brother, who was still refusing to make eye contact with him, and frowned. "Fine, fine, but don't think that I've given up just yet." He stated proudly then raced ahead of Yamato towards the school building. Yamato watched his brother quickly disappear into the crowds of students making their way inside Odohba High and sighed. He didn't like to keep things from his brother but how could he tell him or anyone else for that matter how he felt? How empty he felt as everyone around him went about their daily routine and how nothing ever seemed to change no matter how many days seemed to pass? How could he possibly tell Takeru that he sometimes couldn't sleep at all at night because his mind raced with a million thoughts at once?
The fact of the matter was that he couldn't tell anyone about what he was feeling inside. He had convinced himself that no one would understand.
"Yamato-kun!"
Yamato turned his head to see who had called his name just before someone came crashing into him and sending both of them to the ground with a loud thud.
"Ouch…" He'd know that voice anywhere. He slowly sat up, holding his head."Geez, I thought you were going to move…" A girl with bright pink hair moaned as she righted herself. It was Mimi Tachikawa, one of Yamato's closet and best friends. Mimi became fond of Yamato and at one point tried to ask him to go on a date with her, but Yamato turned her down as politely as he could just as he had every other girl who had wanted to date him.
"You're not normal…" Mimi had said to him and he agreed with her. He was weird. Any other teenage boy like him would be fantasizing about girls every waking moment and going on as many dates as humanly possible. Yamato was especially popular with the female students in Odohba High but much to the other guys surprise he had never once seemed interested in a single girl that came onto him or admitted that she liked him. He was odd, very odd.
Most of the girls he had turned down didn't bother to speak to him again but somehow he and Mimi had managed to stay friends and as each year had passed they became even closer. Yamato and Mimi had actually known each other for a long time; since kindergarten actually. Most boys in their classes growing up had a crush on her while all the girls despised her, calling her the "pigtailed devil." A nickname, which Mimi certainly lived up to, back then she was stuck up, spoiled and defiant. Well, she still was all of those things but she had matured a little over the years and wasn't quite as bad as she was when she was younger.
"Of course I didn't move out of the way, I didn't even know you were there." Yamato grumbled in an irritated tone as he helped the girl gather up the books she had dropped. Mimi shot him a glare but her anger quickly melted away, it was her fault after all but she wasn't going to admit it. She thanked Yamato when he handed her books back to her and they both stood to their feet. "Ugh, how pathetic. Still trying to get Yamato to go out with you, Mimi? We all know he's gay, why bother, sweetheart?" A boy from one of their class hooted as he passed by with a group of his friends trailing behind him. This group of boys were the most immature in the whole school and some of the dumbest. They cracked tasteless jokes and made fun of everyone who dared to cross their path. They had once had a name for their group but that name was soon forgotten when the students of Odohba High deemed them: "The Jackasses."
Much to everyone's surprise they actually took a liking to the name that was meant to make fun of them. Yamato seemed to be one of their favorite targets of abuse but he wasn't the kind of person that was easily rattled, he ignored them as best he could but when things started to get out of hand Yamato's friends stepped in at his defense. "The Jackasses" thought of themselves as high school gods and strangely enough they were popular but only to a certain extent. Most students tried their best to ignore the group or didn't bother with them at all. Both Yamato and Mimi glared at him and he quickly strutted away with his friends not far behind him.
"Lord, those boys are so immature." Mimi growled and crossed her arms over her chest. She turned to Yamato and had a look of concern in her eyes; apparently she thought that what the boys had said about him had gotten to him. "I'm fine," he told her quickly. "I ignore them, what they say doesn't bother me at all."
Mimi arched an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Really."
Mimi smiled and took Yamato's arm in hers. "Good! Now let's go, we don't want to be late!" she cheered, marching forward towards the school and dragging an unwillingly Yamato with her.
. . .
"Good morning class." Mr. Tokayama said as he entered the classroom. The students, who had originally been chatting away and messing around, immediately went quiet and sat in their desks. No one dared to mess around in Mr. Tokayama's class. He was both mean spirited and strict, the last student who had gotten on his bad side had been suspended for two weeks from school, not to mention that he had a long, long discussion with the student's parents which would, in the end, make things worse for the student in question.
"Before I begin class today I would like to announce that we have a new student." Mr. Tokayama said, adjusting the extremely round glasses on his face and taking his place behind his desk. He motioned to the door to the classroom and all of the students leaned over their desks or turned their heads to see exactly who this student was.
Of course, all of the female students were hoping that it was another male student, a nice considerate, handsome male student specifically. And the guys were hoping for some hot girl to enter the classroom in a mini-skirt and wearing nothing but a sports bra on top. Yeah, like that would ever happen.
"Gee, I wonder what the new student will be like. I hope it's a good looking guy, someone like you but only he'd jump at the chance to date an exquisite beauty like me." Mimi whispered to Yamato, who had been scribbling down notes at the time. He looked up at her and rolled his eyes. Mimi will never change, he had thought to himself.
Everyone in the classroom waited but no one entered through the doorway. Mr. Tokayama cleared his throat and made his way over to the door, he poked his head out into the hall then appeared to be yelling at someone outside. The teacher straightened himself then turned and headed back towards his desk, a young man came trailing behind him. Yamato looked up at the boy who had for some reason immediately caught his attention.
The new boy was standing with his hands in his pockets, slightly slouched over with headphones around his neck, which probably explained why he hadn't entered the class on cue and had been yelled at. The boy had unruly brown hair and intense brown eyes. His skin was a little darker than most kids Yamato had seen before.
"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Mr. Tokayama looked over at the boy and glared at him, as if daring him to even try and embarrass him in front of his class.
The boy shrugged. "I'm Taichi Yagami. 17 years old. I love to sleep and I hate school and teachers like this jackass here--" He paused and jerked his thumb in Mr. Tokayama's direction and the room abruptly went quiet, except for some of the guys in the class who couldn't help but chuckle. It was the bravest and the stupidest thing they'd seen anyone do and Mr. Tokayama seemed like he was about to explode.
Yamato's gaze wandered from Mr. Tokayama to the new student and to his surprise he seemed to be looking right at him as well. Their eyes locked and Yamato suddenly got a strange feeling inside of him, something he had never felt before. It was odd, exciting and frightening at the same time.
"T-that will be all, Yagami. Take your seat and I will see you after class is over." Mr. Tokayama said and he seemed to be struggling to his temper under wraps. Taichi made his way forward and picked the seat in front of Mimi. "He's so cool," she mouthed gleefully to Yamato who only sighed in response. He was right. Mimi would never change. Taichi sat down without saying a word to anyone and turned, facing towards the window. Yamato looked over at him for a moment then he looked ahead as Mr. Tokayama began his lesson for the day.
. . .
"I don't like him." One of Yamato's male friends, Daichi, had commented while he proceeded to stuff his face. Daichi was the drummer in Yamato's band and another of his closest friends. He had a problem of speaking before thinking and he also had a bad temper, but he had a fierce loyalty to his friends. It was lunchtime and most of the students were all crowded into the lunch, talking loudly amongst themselves and forcing down the school's mediocre food.
"Well, I like him." Mimi stated, glancing at Daichi.
Ken, another one of Yamato's band mates, he played the keyboard, and he was also one of his friends, narrowed his eyes at the pink haired girl. "Oh please, don't tell me you've fallen for the guy already. I thought you were still going for Yamato." Mimi promptly turned and socked him hard on the arm. Ken winced and rubbed his arm while slowly inching away from her, everyone else around them just broke down laughing.
"What do you think of him, Yamato?" Yuu was the last of Yamato's band mates. 'Yuudai' was his real name, but he told everyone that he disliked it and insisted on being called 'Yuu' instead so that's what everyone did. Why was he so picky about his name? He wouldn't say.
Yamato frowned and laid his chin in his hand. "I'm not sure. He seems interesting--"
"Don't you mean stupid?" Daichi interrupted. "After that stunt he pulled today in class I highly doubt that we're going to be seeing very much of Taichi Yagami." Mimi just made a face. "Will you be quiet? Mr. Tokayama couldn't possibly expel him because of one little incident." Mimi pointed out and she did have a point. The guy had just arrived today; it would make the school look bad if they expelled him without even giving him a fair chance.
"Well, I heard that he already got kicked out of five other different schools. He got kicked out of his last school because he set fire to one of the classrooms."
Yamato blinked in surprise, "You're serious?"
"I'm dead serious. It's all true."
"Ooooh, I like bad boys." Mimi giggled.
. . .
Strangely enough Taichi Yagami had seemed to disappear after that day, a week had passed and no one had seen him since then. Yamato couldn't figure out the reason why he had just stopped coming to school but everyone else on the campus had come up with their own assumptions. Taichi had a reputation for cutting school and causing trouble either on campus or on the streets, he was a born rebel.
Yamato and his friends were hanging outside, using what little time they had before the bell rang to talk and to visit with one another.
The bell rang and almost everyone groaned. "I guess it's time to go in." Daichi said pathetically and everyone nodded, heading inside. In the hallway everyone began to split up and Mimi was the only one still walking to Yamato since they did go to the same classes but Yamato stopped at his locker for a minute. "I have to get something real fast. You can go ahead." Before Mimi disappeared around the corner she turned to Yamato. "Don't be late." She told him in a motherly tone. The tone that screamed: I am serious.
"I won't." It didn't take long for the hallway to empty out. The sounds of classroom doors sliding open and then slamming shut echoed along the walls. The silence that followed soon after and stillness seemed oddly comforting to Yamato. He had been used to this kind of feeling for years, empty and hollow. He stood there a moment then realized that he couldn't remember what he had stopped to get any longer. Mimi had fondly called him a "scatterbrain" since kindergarten because he never could think straight for longer than a few minutes instead he always allowed his mind to wander.
He sighed and closed his locker door then started down the hall towards his classroom.
Yamato was about to round the corner when suddenly he was roughly slammed against the lockers with a loud thud, knocking his head up against one of the knobs on the lockers. His head was head was spinning and he couldn't quite tell what was going on but he could feel someone push up against him, crushing his chest and making it hard for him to breath. Yamato struggled to push whoever it was away from him. He started to say something but a hand quickly shot out and covered his mouth.
"Be quiet." Someone hissed and Yamato could feel the person's breath on his neck, which made him shudder.
Yamato's vision began to finally focus again and now he could finally see who had grabbed him. It was Taichi Yagami. But…what the hell?
"It's you--" Yamato said or at least he tried to because Taichi still had a tight grip over his mouth.
"Quiet!" Taichi whispered again harshly. Yamato didn't quite understand what he was going to do to him but one thing was for sure he wasn't about to just stand here and do nothing. Why the hell was he attacking him anyway? They had never even spoken to one another and after one day in school he vanished for a week! Was this guy crazy? Yamato was about to move again but before he could Taichi removed his hand from Yamato's mouth. Yamato opened his mouth to speak but froze abruptly when Taichi's fingers gently brushed against his lower lip. Slowly his fingers traced his right cheek then found their way to the back of Yamato's neck. Taichi pulled Yamato closer and he couldn't help but blush. This had never happened to him before, this sensation that he felt inside was so alien to him. He was so confused and he wanted him to stop so he could at least get his head straight and figure out what was going on but it didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening to him. Yamato tried to pull away but Taichi was a lot stronger then he appeared to be and kept an iron grip on him.
"Stop…!"
Taichi paid no mind to Yamato's plea and began to plant small kisses along the nape his neck while running his hands through his blonde hair.
"Stop!"
Taichi did stop after that and turned his head towards the corner of the hallway then he looked at Yamato for a minute. He released his hold on the other boy and turned, slowly heading down the hallway. Yamato watched him go until he disappeared around the opposite corner. Yamato was completely dazed, flustered and a little disgusted. What the hell?
"Ah, finally. I've found you!"
The voice startled Yamato and he whipped his head around only to find Mimi standing right beside him. Had Taichi known that she was coming? Was that the only reason why he stopped?
"M-Mimi…" Yamato's cheeks were still burning and his clothes were somewhat ruffled from his less the pleasant first encounter with Taichi. Mimi stared at her friend for a moment then her eyes suddenly went wide; mouth agape as if she had seen a ghost. "You…have a h-hiccy on your neck…" Yamato slapped his hand over his neck and blushed even more, if that was even possible. "Now, Mimi, I can explain…" he began but didn't have the chance to finish because Mimi instantly began to bombard him with questions. "Who is she? Is she prettier then I am? Why are you keeping her a secret from us? Especially me!" Yamato couldn't help but sigh. Did she really need to ask? "And why do you have it, shouldn't she be the one that has it? Well, then she must be very dominant, huh? I can be dominant you know!"
"Mimi, it's not what you think, I'll explain it all to you later…can you please just keep this quiet and don't tell the guys?" Yamato asked.
Mimi crossed her arms and seemed to be considering it. "Fine, I promise I won't say anything, but you have to promise you'll tell me who she is later, okay?" Apparently she still didn't get what he had said but the fact that she promised to keep quiet about what she had seen was good enough for him, at least for now.
"…Okay."
Yamato knew that this would only end in disaster; he could only imagine how Mimi would react when she found out that the person who had given him the hiccy was in fact a he not a she. He didn't even know if he could tell her yet because he was still very confused.
. . .
School had ended and Yamato was just collecting his things before he headed out the door and back home. Somehow he had managed to hide the red mark on his neck throughout the day. No one else had noticed it, which Yamato was thankful for.
His brother had already left; he had told his brother that his mother needed him home early so they couldn't walk home together. It was getting late anyway, his mother was very protective of her son and she always worried when he got home at night.
Yamato hadn't seen Taichi again that day after the hallway incident. Apparently he hadn't attended his assigned classes. No one could recall seeing him actually leave the campus and the faculty had searched the school for him but found nothing.
"Going home?" Yuu asked walking up behind Yamato, grinning. He turned to his friend and smiled slightly. "Yes, I just needed to get my stuff."
"Do you want me to walk you home?"
"No, no…that's all right."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Thanks anyway."
Yuu turned to leave but then stopped. "Are you sure you're all right? You look a little pale."
Yamato didn't say anything for a while. He wanted to say, no, scream that everything wasn't fine. He wanted to tell his friend everything just as he wanted to tell his brother everything but he just didn't have the courage to. "I'm fine, really. I'll see you at practice, okay?"
Yuu nodded then he left.
Yamato was now alone in the classroom. He looked out the large windows inside the room and stared out at the sun slowly beginning to set over the horizon. The sky was painted all sorts of different bright colors, orange, yellow, and red. The room was filled in the sun's light and warmth but he felt no warmth within him. He felt cold and numb which was a feeling that he was used to getting. He wrapped his arms around himself and kept staring outside, lost once again in his own thoughts.
He suddenly was brought back into reality when he heard someone out in the hall call his or her goodbyes to a friend, their voices and footsteps echoed along the walls.
Yamato grabbed his backpack and headed out of the classroom. As he made his way down the hallway he heard more footsteps. He turned his head to where he had heard them but saw nothing.
Am I imagining things? He wondered.
No, he couldn't be imagining the sounds because he heard footsteps again.
"Hello?" he called but he didn't expect to get an answer. Yamato turned and followed the noises until he reached the staircase leading up to the rooftop. He slowly made his way up the stairs and opened the door. Yamato saw nothing at first but he turned and walked to the right of the rooftop and was startled when someone suddenly said: "Oh, it's only you."
Yamato quickly turned and saw Taichi sitting with his back against one of the walls, a cigarette between his lips.
They both stared at one another, not speaking for the longest time then Yamato decided that now that he had found Taichi he would ask about what happened in the hallway. It was weird, if he had any sense at all he would have been too creeped out to even be near this guy after what he had done earlier today, but Yamato was weird to begin with, wasn't he? "Why did you…I mean--"
"Because I felt like it."
It was a simple reply to Yamato's question and it seemed painfully obvious that Taichi didn't want to discuss the matter any further but Yamato wanted a clear answer. Not some half-assed "Well, I don't know" crap. He glared at Taichi. "That's not an answer." Taichi snorted and took the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it in between two of his fingers. "Well, tough shit. That's the only answer you'll get from me, pretty boy" Then he went back to puffing and breathing out clouds of white smoke. The truth was that really he had been interested in Yamato. He had watched him for a whole week, some people would automatically assume that Taichi was stalking him but he wasn't, he was just watching him. He cut classes and avoided other students while he followed the other boy around the school. Everything about Yamato seemed especially attractive to him. The way he walked, talked, moved, everything. It was strange.
"What are you doing up here?" Yamato asked, finally. He wondered if he would get insulted again, but he didn't care. Maybe if he kept talking he'd get Taichi to eventually spill his guts.
"I like watching the sunset, do you mind?"
It seemed that Taichi wasn't the kind of person that liked to strike up a friendly conversation, which made things seem even more uncomfortable. Taichi was really a mystery to Yamato. After a long silence, Yamato was considering just leaving because this wasn't going anywhere but then Taichi began to speak again though his eyes never left the sunset. "I heard that you have a band." Yamato was surprised that he had known about that but tried not to show it, "Yes. We aren't very good but we're getting better. It's always been my dream to make it big in the music world."
"Having meaningless dreams and wasting your life trying to achieve them is childish. I hate people who go on about dreams. What is there to dream about? This world is full of broken promises, lies, betrayal and death. Why bother trying to achieve something more or why bother even living when everything you do will be in vain? We'll all die someday and unlike most I don't fear death. I welcome it." Taichi dropped his cigarette to the ground then walked right past Yamato without saying another word. Yamato just watched him leave, thinking about what he had said. What had happened to him that made him feel so bitter and angry? Yamato didn't know but he wanted to find out more about Taichi Yagami.
To be continued…or not…(A/N: Okay everyone, that's the end of Chapter one. What do you think? Is it horribly bad? Good? Really, really good? I need opinions! So it would really, really help if you guys reviewed. But please, keep in mind that I like constructive criticism not flames.)