Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Star: That Same Beautiful Song ❯ Belief ( Chapter 4 )

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Lost Star:
That Same Beautiful Song Part 4
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Notes: After what seems like months (okay, it has been) this "chapter" is finally done...

I'm mixing up NA and Japanese names, just whichever I feel like should fit ^^;;

Less of the P.O.V. changing, but scene changes replace them =^.^=

Some quick translations:
Baka-Idiot
Tadaima-I'm home
Okaeri-Welcome back
Hai-yes
Wakata yo..-I know..
Owari-End (yes, it's probably what you're thinking)

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" Yes. I'm jealous of Sora."

He.. he was... he.. did he just say the wrong thing? I mean, he looked nervous. Nervousness scrambles up your brain, and you can't think right when you're nervous. Hell, I'M nervous right now...

Ow. Damn sidewalk crack. I don't usually trip on them...

" You shouldn't be going out with Sora."

And what is he to question my love life, anyhow? He's my friend... though he HAS been rather different lately. And he and Sora HAVE been out together in the past...

There's Sora's house up ahead. I'll show him how to be jealous...

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" Taichi, you've got to pull yourself together. Kari and TK will show up any minute now."

For some reason, that only made him cry harder, wailing like the child he thought he had grown out of. Only one person could make him go this far...

" Ken, I think Taichi's a little more sensitive than usual right now. Let him do what he wants." Daisuke said somewhat sternly, continuing to comfort the older one.

Ken crossed his arms and turned away slightly. " Unless he wants to jump off one of the roller coasters in Odaiba..."

Daisuke lifted an eyebrow. " What did you say?"

" The Taichi I know wouldn't be sobbing like this," he explained in a monotone, " Sure, he would pout for a while, but someone or something would bring him out of his depression and he would be able to move on and solve the problem eventually. This..." he turned back around to face the other two, " ...is getting nowhere."

Daisuke was reminded of the time when the Kaiser had captured Agumon and Taichi's reaction to it. It was Yamato who brought him out of depression that time. He and Ken had done the same for Taichi several times, but they were only temporary. Temporary because... HE wasn't there.

" Taichi's going to need a lot more of our help than I thought."

Ken looked at the goggle-headed boy for a moment. " I have a pretty good idea of where he went."

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" Then again, I think we should have a plan first. I mean, we're jumping into enemy territory blindfolded!"

Ken sighed at the boy taking protection with his back. " Don't back out on me now, Daisuke. I'm sure Yamato-san will be more passive toward us."

" It's not Matt I'm worried about, baka! This is Sora's place! Who knows what nightmares await us..." grabbing onto Ken's side, he looked at the door in mock terror.

" Great. Just great." Ken proceeded to ring the doorbell.

At first, there was absolutely no response. Ken rang it again, but it wasn't until the fourth ring when the door flung open.

" Ken, Daisuke. Do you guys need something?" said the blonde, arm still holding the door open and a somewhat irritated expression on his face.

" Yes, we need to talk to you."

Yamato practically glared daggers at the ex-genius, when Daisuke stepped out from his hiding spot-- just in time for Sora to appear in the narrow hallway, her hair completely disheveled. In the silence that followed, Daisuke looked between Yamato's tall, firm stance and Sora's flustered appearance. Extra thoughts flooded his mind, and out of nowhere, he winced and grabbed his hair with both hands in pain.

Ken turned in surprise as Daisuke gave a loud scream and sunk to knees, still holding his head.

" No... stop..."

Worried and confused, Ken knelt down to figure out what was wrong. Yamato watched them in slight awe but was unable to do anything. Daisuke kept whimpering, and his goggles drooped past his eyes onto his shoulder bones.

Ken glanced into the hallway, and caught something glowing, something PINK-- and it was gone. Daisuke collapsed at that moment, sweaty and unconscious.

" Daisuke!" he cried out, bringing his lagging body closer to his.

" Oh my, I better call for help!" Sora said, honest consideration in her voice.

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" Is his condition bad? How is he?" Taichi blinked as Ken brushed some hair off of Daisuke's eyes.

Ken glanced at the large haired brunette for a second, the hospital curtains behind him blurred. " He's completely fine. What worries me is what caused this."

Taichi sighed in partial relief and sat down on the chair next to Ken's. " Did you get to talk to him?"

Ken shook his head solemnly. " As soon as they brought us here they took off..."

The brunette kept a straight face. " They..."

He was well aware that Taichi knew whom he was referring to. But something seemed different this time. He had expected Tai to be more emotional...

He smiled. Now they were getting somewhere.

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School... band... music... it all seemed somewhat different for some reason now...

The girls, bunched in groups and scattered throughout the hallway continued to stare at me. And I knew why they were staring. It wasn't because I had something stuck between my two front teeth, either. That woman Jun was in those crowds somewhere, feeling hatred towards what I had.

And out of the blue, I was slammed against the lockers, my bag falling completely off my shoulder onto the ground. Gasps from the females silenced much of the other gossiping that was occurring.

Strong green sleeved arms blocked my sides, and combined with the locker behind me and him, I was trapped.

" Why do you love her?" Taichi demanded.

" WHAT?"

" Why do you love her? Is there an actual reason or is it just for the sake of being with another woman, or WHAT?"

It took me a while for the questions to sink in. Why DID I... wait a moment... " I don't have to answer that to you! Mind your own business."

I tried to scramble out of his grip but he held me firmly to the wall. " Don't answer it for ME! Answer it for yourself! Now why do you love her?!?"

Ouch. He had me there... A reason for myself... I honestly couldn't think of anything. She was nice, but so were so many other people. In fact, I wasn't even attracted to her. But then there was Tai, right there, his close presence radiating heat... But still... What was I saying? Ugh...

I looked straight into his eyes, his look concentrated on me. It intimidated me, it really did. In a way I never thought was possible.

" I know exactly why I love her, now move out of the way! I have places to go. We're in school, you know."

And with that, I shoved him away (I had to muster up a lot of force...), the crowds of females continuing their stares, now with good reason.

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Friday... ah yes, school was finished. For the week, at least...

" Yama-"

" Not now, Sora, not now," God, what a killer headache... some girly sympathy was the LAST thing I needed.

" Is there something wrong?"

How in the hell could she ask that question when...

" YES, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG!"

" Wh.. what is it, Yama?" she asked, innocent as ever. Damn, she had an annoying voice. Why hadn't I realized that sooner? But then, a LOT of girls had annoying voices, unlike guys, who-

What the hell am I saying? The things Tai said to me were really driving my head insane. Agh...

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When Daisuke woke up, he had no memory of what had happened at Sora's. Ken seemed reluctant to let the incident go, but Daisuke insisted that they concentrated on Taichi's dilemma rather than some sporadic event. So it was on that Friday when he came back home when he called up his idol...

" TAICHI!!! GUESS WHAT I FOUND?!?!?"

" Ah, not so loud! My ears.."

" It's a video tape of you and Yamato-san! I found it somewhere under my bed when Veemon dropped his rice ball under it."

" My God, are you serious? What's on it?"

" I dunno, the beginning just has you two and your Digimon having a long chat in some stuffy dressing room and then you leave, but Yamato-san gives you a kiss right before you go-- a wild one, might I add. Oh yeahhh... The only problem is, there's no sound and it's in black and white. And I don't ever remember making a recording of-"

" COME OVER TO MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW!!!!!"

" AH! Now YOU'RE the one who's too loud!"

" Sorry.... but... but... THAT'S THE ONE! That was the last thing I remember before this whole friggin' screw up began!"

" The dressing room thing?"

" Yeah! At the Christmas concert! Get over here! We have to show this to Yamato as soon as possible!"

" Um... all right, but I'm gonna bring along Ken."

" That's great. Just... get over here."

He hung up just when it dawned on him. " Shit. How the hell do I get Yamato to watch the tape?"

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" Cruel, yes. But it WILL work." The raven-haired boy reassured.

Three boys stood outside of the Ishida residence, waiting for an answer. As expected, Mr. Ishida opened the door, warmly greeting them and inviting them inside.

" So if what I'm hearing is right, Sora literally IS the evil person in this situation."

" From what we know, unless this is all happening from an outside source," Ken specified. " Yamato-san will be home soon, right?"

Mr. Ishida grinned. " Yep. Tai and I can settle things from here, so you two can run off now."

Daisuke's eyes dropped. " You make it sound like we're kids."

" You always will be in my world," Mr. Ishida smirked, waving to them as they wandered away.

" All right, Tai. I don't mean to play favorites here, but to put it blandly that Sora girl peeved me off ever since the Myotismon incident. Now go to your place."

Taichi looked a bit shocked at the revelation, but nonetheless was enthusiastic to continue the plan.

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" Tadaima."

" Okaeri, Yamato," Mr. Ishida casually replied, reading a newspaper at the dinner table. " Guess what? If you watch that video that's in your room with the TV that's now there, you can keep the TV."

Yamato smiled tiredly. " What is this, a scam to get me to watch a video about following your footsteps for my career?"

" Not exactly. Just take a look, will ya? Watch the whole thing, or it doesn't count. Just press the play button when you get in."

" Hai, hai... wakata yo..."

Free TV offers weren't common for him, but he was too confused to dig deeper on the subject. So he just ambled into his room and pressed the play button like he was told to.

At first, it was only silent static, but eventually it developed into a black and white picture at quite a strong angle. It was almost like one of those illusion mirrors that deformed one's body, in this case everything was almost bird's-eye view. However, the large coat stack hanger seemed completely in distance compared to the bright make-up accessories in the front. He and Gabumon were in the room, when he went to open the door right next to the "camera."

Even in the fuzzy black and white, he could still tell it was Tai who latched onto him a split second later.

Watching the television with full attention now, his eyes watered for a moment before he retained control.

Agumon appeared not long after, and Gabumon immediately led him into the far corner to have a conversation. He and Taichi spoke for a moment, though the real-time Matt had trouble reading lips, as there was no sound.

' Just what... IS... this... It seems so...'

The two interacted with the Digimon for about a minute, and then Taichi went to fetch the coat he had taken off when he arrived.

And then... he couldn't even try to describe to himself what happened next. It was like watching a movie he had never seen before, and he didn't even feel connected to his own self on the screen. Still... how did that... WHEN did that happen?

There were some moments of silence around the room as Yamato watched himself standing in the room, confused. But not even half as confused as he was at that moment, probably.

The screen melded into static again, and he let it run for several minutes to see if there was any more. Convinced that it was finished, he stopped the tape and turned off the television. He held his forehead to try to clear his mind a bit, and then headed over to his bed-- and jumped.

The main subject of his rampant thoughts was sitting right there.

" T... Tai..."

The brunette had his arms crossed, an almost defiant look on his face. How come he didn't notice him when he walked in the room? Was he there the whole time?

As if reading his mind, Taichi voiced, " It doesn't matter, Yamato. Come over here. We need to talk."

Reluctantly, Yamato took his place next to Tai, making sure he got enough space. There was uncomfortable silence, as Yamato fidgeted in his seat and Taichi kept a strict face.

Finally...

" Okay, your dad's out on an errand and won't be back for a while. It's just us two in this house right now."

Suddenly, Matt jerked his head to glance at him nervously and his breathing started getting faster.

' Hmph. What a surprise.' Taichi thought to himself sardonically.

Just as he thought the big-haired guy would, Taichi began to advance on Yamato. He grabbed his shoulders and approached him closely, but made no more direct contact.

" Taichi, stop it!" he shouted in trepidation. He began to struggle as he was pushed down onto the bed. ' Damn soccer playing...'

" Matt, please, calm down!" Taichi pinned down his wrists and hovered over him.

" How can I? You're fucking molesting me, you ass!"

Taichi gave Yamato an intense stare. " Hmph. A few weeks ago you would've smiled at me for doing this." He gave the blonde a moment to think and triumphed silently at the blush that showed up.

" Come on, admit it Yamato. Something inside you seems empty, despite the fact that your life is normal. Hell, that's EXACTLY why you feel empty."

Yamato's eyes darted around frantically. " What?!? You're talking bull, man."

" No, I'm not, Matt. I'm not. And you know it," Taichi stated," Listen to yourself for once, not what the world says to you... that includes me."

He kept his hold on the blonde down, shoulders languid and waiting patiently. Yamato continued to look somewhat uneasy, and it was apparent he wasn't quite comfortable.

" Don't worry, no one is going to yell your brain out for thinking too much. Try it," Taichi assured, " please."

Yamato's breathing slowly paced itself to deep breathes, and he stared at the distant wall for a moment. ' If it'll get him off, might as well do so...'

He tried to think absolutely neutral thoughts for several extremely long minutes, but as Taichi's presense became gradually closer he found it more difficult to block out certain thoughts. Not long later, Yamato was forced to turn his face, and he and Taichi were nose to nose. ' It would really help if he didn't look at me with that insanely calm face. Could it be that he's... FAMILIAR with this...? Hell, this feels familiar to ME...'

His breathing paced faster as Taichi continued to get closer, his face moving past his cheek. ' Familiar... this feeling... was the video truly something from the past? I've never felt this way with Sora... Aah.'

Barely realizing his chest was now heaving against Tai's, flickers of fragmented images zoomed through his mind. ' What...?' Happy times, beautiful times... the views came and went like a slide show on crack.

" Come on, this Bob can't be THAT bad..." " But..."

" The one and only Yagami Taichi, who can put sixteen candy canes inside a breast pocket."

" Hey, that's YOUR breast pocket, baka. And it looks really delicious right now."

" How many times have I told you not to creep behind like that when I'm practicing?"

" There's just something... wanting me to..."

' These are...'

Taichi smelled Yamato's silky hair, missing that mind-spinning scent.

' These are memories of me... with Taichi...'

The brunette blew gently on Yamato's ear, sending shivers that tingled all through his nervous system. Taichi meld his face with Yamato's, loving having him close once more.

Lost in reliving old feelings, Yamato's eyes fluttered involuntarily. Taichi shifted his hands from the blonde's wrists to his palms, grasping them possessively. He rubbed his face against the other and opened an eye as Yamato let out a completely untamed groan.

Tai lifted himself up just enough so he was face to face with Yamato again. " Yama..."

Yamato breathed roughly against him. " Shut up."

Taichi was slightly taken back by Yamato's fierce expression. A large clutter of golden blonde hair stuck to Yamato's face, lightly covered in sweat.

His crystalline eyes still narrowed dangerously, he growled in a husky voice, " I'm only listening to myself right now." And with that, Yamato moved forward and forcefully covered Taichi's gaping mouth with his own.

Hesitating for only a moment, Taichi feverishly attacked back, his hands creeping up to meet with Yamato's interlacing them high above their heads...

"I'll turn my courage into wings
And fly away soon
Now matter when
I will always believe in you..."

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~*O*W*A*R*I*~

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Notes: Oh, wait, there's an epilogue short I wrote carelessly for the hell of it, for those who wanted revenge... =^.^=

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Sora fell down on the spot, clutching her heart as if she was having a stroke. "Biyomon..."

" Find someone, quickly! You don't want me to die, do you? FIND SOMEONE!"

" What... Biyomon, what're you talking about..."

" You've lost your love! It's gone! I'm... I'm..."

All of a sudden, all the pain left her, and Sora was able to stand up once again. A dark red light formed in front of her, and a patch of pink feathers appeared from it. " Biyomon!"

" Sora, I'm fine... I'm fine. I managed to freeze myself in this digivolution. But now... it's permanent."

" Biyomon-"

" Check your answer machine, Sora."

" Huh? All right..."

Carrying a weakened Biyomon to her room, she saw the large number of new messages on her machine, and pressed the "play all" button.

*Beep*

" Hey, this is Jun. STAY AWAY FROM MATT!"

Sora looked back at the machine, disgusted. " Okay..."

*Beep* " This is Daisuke. Lay off him!"

Now her attention was caught, and she listened in silence...

*Beep* " This is Ken. Lay off him."

*Beep* " This is Akira and Yutaka from the band. Lay off him!"

*Beep* " This is the soccer coach. Lay off him."

*Beep* " This is Bob. Lay off him, will ya?"

*Beep* " This is the fangirl club. Stop stealing our Yama-chan!"

*Beep* " This is Mr. Ishida. You won't be getting my permission to marry Yamato Ishida. Forgive me."

*Beep* " Um... this is Takashi from the band. As much as I might appreciate it more, you better lay the hell off Matt. I know how all those music group affairs go. You should get yourself out of it before you get hurt."

*Beep* " This is Tai. Lay off him."

*Beep* " This is Matt... Lay off me."

She stared, shocked and unable to say anything. There was a long silence, and then the sound of a hang up. She automatically thought that was the last of the messages, and she got up from her seat, when...

*Beep* " Hey, this is Tai again! I've got a news for you, Sora!"

She groaned. Why the hell was Tai in this?

"Yama is mine."

Sora blinked. That's all she could really do.

*Beep*

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End notes: Ahhhh, I feel relieved. *turns into pile of goo with a completely relaxed face...* But maybe I'll do more Lost Star someday. But there it is, hope you like it... ^_^ R+R constructively, and I will love you. =^.^=

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