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The Cave	By : Himitsu_no_Tokumei Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13: Daisuke’s Mistake
            Winter break had ended and school started back up again. There were many complaints from students, some from the amount of homework teachers decided to dish out, and some from lack of sleep because they stayed up too long playing the new video games they had received for Christmas. Tai was one of the latter. He let out a yawn for the umpteenth time that class period, eyelids drooping, chin resting in the palm of his hand. Matt had already decided that if they teen fell asleep again he wasn’t waking him; that was what the idiot got for staying up until five in the morning with Assassin’s Creed. Sure, the newest one had just come out, but that didn’t mean he had to finish it in one night.
            His head was slowly sinking to the desk when the bell rang, jolting him awake instantly. “Food!” Tai hollered, jumping up so fast he almost ran out the door without his stuff. When he did gather up his papers and books, he nearly tripped and sent the contents of his arms scattering across the floor. Quietly cursing, the brunette scrambled to pick everything back up.
            Pale fingers brushed against his as both went for the same assignment. Looking up from the partially cleaned mess, he stared right into Matt’s oceanic blue eyes. The older male was sitting on the balls of his feet, one arm holding his belongings while his other hand went to work gathering up Tai’s spilt ones. “Thanks, Matt,” the athlete said, smiling broadly as he stood.
            “Try slowing down a bit,” Matt replied, standing as well. “The lunchroom isn’t going to run out of food if you aren’t there within five minutes.”
            Rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, Tai looked down. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “Well, I’ll see you at lunch!” And with that, he sprinted off down the hall again, this time being careful to not dump his stuff.
            Shaking his head at his boyfriend’s antics, Matt calmly walked over to his locker, spinning the dial until the metal door opened. Placing his completed homework and books on the shelf, he gingerly retrieved his bag. Closing his locker, he took two steps towards it, and Tai, before he stopped, looking down at his bag again. With one guilty look down that hall, he turned around and made his way to the stairs.
            “Where’s Matt?” Tai asked as he arrived at the table the Digidestined had taken as their own. He hadn’t even sat his tray down, and instead was scanning the filling room for the other male.
            “He’s not with you?” Sora asked, also stopping to look around.
            “No, he’s not,” he replied, voice low. “Watch this for me, please. I think I know where he is,” the teenager said, placing his tray on the table before making his way through the crowd towards the exit. If Matt wasn’t at the table, there is only one other place he would be; the roof. And if he really was on the roof, he was in for some major trouble.
            He was in the middle of an inhale when the door slammed open, causing him to choke on the smoke headed for his lungs. He didn’t need to turn around to know who had caught him. “You’re still doing that, Yamato?” came Tai’s voice, an icy hint as cold as Matt’s own laced into the words. The blonde didn’t reply, instead moving the cigarette to take another deep breath of the harmful fumes. That was the last one he got before Tai snatched it away, closing his hand harshly around the lit end.
            In a panic, Matt swatted the closed hand, startling Tai enough to drop the burning cigarette. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, fiercely grabbing the injured hand to examine the burn. It wasn’t as bad as some hand been, but it still shouldn’t have happened. The musician knew he shouldn’t have even considered coming up there, but he also knew he had to. He wasn’t stupid, he could see it just as clear as Tai could; he was addicted. It wasn’t too bad, yet, but if he didn’t stop soon it could turn a lot worse. He’d heard of people who went through one or more packs a day, and Matt knew that might be him in a couple years (A/N: Maybe sooner, I honestly don’t know much about addiction, so I could be getting some stuff wrong about it. If I do/am, sorry) if he didn’t get it under control soon. “Tai, I’m sorry,” he apologized, hanging his head. “It’s just… hard.”
            The brunette’s features softened considerably, and, sighing, he pulled Matt into a tight hug. There was the faint smell of smoke on the blonde’s hair, an odor that made Tai want to turn away. But he knew better. He understood that he needed to just be there, to stand with Matt through this or he would never get out. Turning away from the problem would do nothing to solve it.

            “I see you found him,” Sora said as they entered the cafeteria. From the way Matt wouldn’t look at her, she knew he was caught again. The girl was starting to doubt her former words, that Matt’s repetitive use of cigarettes was indeed caused by the start of addiction. He had Tai now, after all, and he still couldn’t bring himself to quit.
            “Yeah, he stopped at his locker is all,” Tai lied, taking his seat and tray back from Sora, scrutinizing the contents to make sure nothing was stolen while he was away. Almost everyone bought the story, but Sora was not convinced. She knew Matt, she had dated him and saw his bad habits in the time she had, and his actions betrayed the truth.
            As he guiltily took his seat, she stood to throw away her trash. Acting as if she dropped something when she passed him, Sora stopped long enough to whisper in his ear, “You were caught, huh?” Matt didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to; his lack of appetite (not that he ate much normally) was answer enough.
            Lunch didn’t last much longer, and Matt still hadn’t touched his food by the time the bell rang. Quickly gathering up his things, the blonde tried to vacate the area before he could be cornered. It didn’t work. He had barely set foot in the hall when a tan hand gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him down one of the halls. “Tai, let me go,” he protested, struggling against the strong hand. “This isn’t funny, Tai. This isn’t even towards our class, Tai. Art is that way.”
            He was pulled into an empty classroom. Before any more objections could be spoken, Tai pulled his boyfriend flush with his chest and smashed their lips together, slipping his tongue in in the shock. A small, short moan rose in the musician’s throat, his natural reaction to the pressure on his mouth. The stimulation didn’t blanket his mind, though, and he pushed the athlete away. “What the hell are you doing?” Matt hissed, voice quiet.
            “Payment,” Tai stated, eyes intense with a harsh emotion, maybe disappointment. There was no need to specify; Matt understood perfectly well, and he held back his berating words. He owed Tai that luxury, at least, for covering up his smoking. He had to work harder at getting better, at getting passed his addiction.
            Reentering the hall, Matt took a stick of gum from his pocket. They didn’t seem to be helping much, but he had to try.
            It wasn’t but ten minutes into sixth period before the disagreement between the two teenagers lifted. Classes flew by after that, and soon they were standing at the front gate. Taking time to look at his watch, Matt suddenly stopped. “Sorry, Tai, but I have somewhere I need to go,” he said, expression apologetic.
            “Again?” the brunette complained, familiar with this situation. At least once a week (except for when they were on break) Matt would vanish somewhere. He didn’t ask, but the blonde didn’t divulge the location either.
            “Yeah. It’s a promise I made a while ago, so I have to go,” he replied. “I’ll see you this weekend.”
            “I have a game this weekend,” Tai reminded him, looking skeptical. “And it’s still a couple days away.”
            “And I’ll be there at the game, and we can go home together, okay?” Matt asked, already turning to leave. “I have to go now, bye.”
            Sora managed to sneak up on him, Tai’s attention too focused on the older male’s back. “He’s still doing that?” she asked, causing him to jump.
            “What do you mean ‘still’?” the athlete inquired, eyeing the tennis player suspiciously.
            “He started that while we were still dating,” she replied, flinching slightly at the reminder. She might tell them she’s fine, but both boys knew she was still recovering. “I’m not sure where he goes, but he doesn’t see it as important enough to tell me. I’m guessing he hasn’t told you either.”
            “No, he hasn’t…”

            “Well, you’re doing a good deal better than you had in the beginning,” the blonde stated, lying back down on the desks. “I must admit, you’ve improved more than I thought you would have in this short amount of time.”
            “Hey!” the young voice snapped, a tanned hand quickly snatching back the paper in Matt’s outstretched hand. “I can do it if I try!”
            “So basically you’re saying you don’t try,” he teased, sitting up and ruffling Davis’ cinnamon spikes. The twelve-year-old pouted, looking away sharply and sticking out his lower lip. “Come on, kid, I was complimenting you. I’m saying your progress has been outstanding. I’m sure he’ll be proud of you. Just wait until you see the results of this on your test tomorrow. Now, here’s some more,” he said, setting another piece of paper in front of the younger Digidestined.
            Like those funny cartoons seen on TV, the smaller soccer player stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth in concentration. “You do realize your gay, right?” he asked out of the blue, and probably would have startled the musician had he not done it every time they met up like this, several time each session.
            “That is not the answer to five,” he replied, tapping the scratch paper at the part where Davis’ calculations went astray.
            “Oh, um… Right,” he nervously stuttered, chuckling sheepishly.
            “You’ll show me the results tomorrow, right?” Matt asked, resting his elbows on the table.
            “Of course, Yamato!” Davis cheered, grinning up at the blonde in a manner so like Tai’s that the older brunette appeared in the sixteen-year-old’s head, causing him to blush.

            He waved to his boyfriend as he again walked off towards the middle school, eager to see the results of his and Davis’ hard work. When he first started tutoring the kid, Davis was getting D’s and F’s, with the occasional C. His last math test, which was his worst subject before, was a low B. The athlete’s goal was to get an A, even if it was simply an 89.51.
            “So how’d you do?” the blonde asked once he was right behind the obviously excited pre-teen.
            Spinning fast enough to snap his neck, the smaller brunette shoved the paper in Matt’s face, almost impaling it on the musician’s nose. “Look, look! I got a 94!” he hollered, jumping up and down enthusiastically. “I actually understood it, all of it!”
            “I’m sure Ken will be very proud of you,” Matt replied, smiling slightly and playfully ruffling the brunette’s hair. He was happy for Davis, but he was also happy for himself. They would cancel their tutoring session for the next few weeks, to see if Davis could maintain his grades. Of course, if there was anything the kid had problems with he could always call Matt for help.
            “Thank you, Yamato,” the brunette cooed, throwing his arms around the blonde’s neck and kissing him before Matt could react. He released the older teenager a second later, still all grins and smiles.
            “What the hell was that…” Matt started, trailing off when he spotted the older brunette. Tai was standing in the hallway several feet away, eyes half closed and hurt. He could tell he was on the verge of crying, and quickly turned on his heels to run. “Wait, Tai! This isn’t what it looks like, I swear it! Taichi!” the blonde yelled, taking off after his fleeing boyfriend.
            Davis was left behind, stunned and confused for a few seconds. When he finally sorted through the facts, the pit of his stomach fell. Looking back, he realized that not once had Matt denied being gay, but instead just found a way to change the subject. This entire time he knew, and while he had dated Sora at first, it was painfully obvious now that Matt and Tai were going out. And Tai had come in on the worst situation. He hadn’t meant that kiss; it was just a way to tease Matt. Leaning against the wall, he whined, “Keeeen… I may have just ruined a relationship.”
            “Taichi, wait, please!” Matt begged, running through the empty hall after the distraught brunette. Doors flew open as the two ran through them, Tai nearly slipping on the icy sidewalk outside. They turned towards home, Tai showing little sign of wear but Matt breathing extremely heavily. His legs grew heavy and he slowed down, finally stopping and leaning against the chain linked fence around the soccer field for support. Knees collapsing, he could do nothing but sit there and breath as Tai disappeared from view. Still struggling to get enough oxygen, snow flakes started fluttering down from the sky. Head hung and snow gathering around his body, Matt gave in and let himself cry.
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