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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 14: Kiss and Making Up
            “Tai, please open the door,” Matt pleaded, banging on the wooden barrier a couple more times before resting his head dejectedly against it. How many minutes had he stood out in the snow now, tears freezing to his skin. He knew Tai was inside and heard him, for several times he heard the other male shout at him to go away. “Tai, please, just hear me out,” he begged, waiting hopefully for a response. Only the howl of the winter wind greeted his ears, the tips almost glowing red from the cold.
            He opened his mouth several more times to speak, but found the saliva metaphorically frozen and unable to speak. All the strength draining from his knees, Matt slumped to the ground in defeat, trying to step the burning flow from his eyes. What good did crying do him? It wasn’t going to make Tai listen, not when he was holed up in his room out of sight. What good would sitting on his knees in the snow do? It might get him pneumonia, which in turn would make him miss school or have to suffer through it, prolonging his time away from the stupid brunette who wouldn’t stop long enough to listen.
            Not wanting to stay and get sick, but also not wanting to leave, the musician turned around and sat down, leaning against the door. Drawing his knees up to his chest, the blonde pulled the ends of his scarf over his hands, exhaling warm air over the freezing digits. Maybe he could get in the house out of pity.
            He nearly jumped when the door opened, momentarily excited until he saw Kari. “Tai wanted me to tell you to go away,” she said gravely, looking thoroughly miserable.
            “Oh,” he replied, unable to look her in the face. “I-I see.” She watched as he slowly stood, brushing the collected snowflakes from his pants. He visibly shook, though it was unclear as to whether it was because of the cold or… something else. It wasn’t until he was heading back down the driveway when she spoke up.
            “What happened between you two?” she called, stepping out barefoot into the snow.
            Matt turned around and gave her a fake smile, trying to quell her fears but only feeding them. “Your brother and I just got into a little altercation,” he assured, walking back enough to gently ruffle her hair. “There is school tomorrow; go to bed and don’t lose any sleep on it”
            “Okay…” she replied quietly, trying to hide her disbelief; the last thing Matt needed was another worry. Stepping back into the house, the younger brunette watched with despair as he vanished into the darkening streets. It wasn’t difficult for the conservative preteen to figure out what had happened. It was no ‘little’ altercation, otherwise Tai would not be so adamant about avoiding his boyfriend. The only thing she could think of that was damning enough to warrant such a reaction was cheating, but Matt wouldn’t cheat, would he? She couldn’t help but chew on her lower lip nervously as she closed the door, hoping the matter could sort itself out because she knew neither teenager would confide in their sibling.

He hoped that a good night’s rest would be all Tai needed to think the situation over logically. The blonde even rushed to the crossroad where he normally met up with his boyfriend. Several minutes passed with no sign of the regularly late teen, so Matt didn’t worry at first. But five minutes turned into ten, ten into twenty, and the musician couldn’t stand there any longer without being late to class. Swallowing harshly, he turned away and quickly started off towards the school, hoping that he had just missed the athlete.
Passing by his locker since he already had his books, Matt entered the classroom just as the bell rang. He almost cheered when he saw that messy mop of brunette hair, and he made his way over to the boy, taking his usual seat. “Hey, I missed you this morning,” he whispered as the teacher started talking.
“I left early,” Tai replied harshly, staring out the window. Not even the slight taps on his shoulder could get him to look towards the worrying musician.
“Look, Taichi, is this about what you saw yesterday?” Matt asked, head low like a kicked puppy.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” the athlete growled in response, teeth grinding together and eyes squeezed shut.
“That wasn’t what it looked like, I swear,” he started, a hint of desperation in his tone.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tai repeated, clenching his fist as well.
“Please believe me, there is nothing going on between-” the blonde began, flinching as Tai cut him off.
“I said I don’t want to talk about it!” he yelled, standing forcefully enough to knock his chair over. The entire room went silent, many staring at the standing teen. Matt was practically curled into a ball, eyes closed and facing the ground. “I’m not feeling too well, I think I’ll go to the infirmary,” Tai stated, mutely gathering his things and leaving, slamming the door behind himself and causing his boyfriend to flinch again.
A sense of dread and helplessness washed over the blonde, that pessimistic side of him saying he screwed things up again, once again he ruined things. It was not easy to anger Tai, and yet he managed to do so repeatedly. First he started smoking, then he couldn’t quit (what made him think he even could quit? the voice asked), then he made Tai think he was cheating on him.
Momentarily, he thought of claiming sick as well, skipping class and spending the day on the roof or heading home, but figured it would look too convenient and only get him in trouble. He just wouldn’t show up to his next class, go home because of a stomach ache that only partially didn’t exist.
Taking his time, Matt slowly gathered up his things. Absently shoving loose paper and books into his normally desolate bag, the blonde stood dejected and walked from the room, keeping his eyes on the floor. He didn’t hear Sora calling for him, didn’t see the strange stares several people were sending his way, didn’t even notice he passed right by Tai, who was completely ignoring him. Sickness started rising in his throat, the taste of bile touching the back of his tongue. He stopped partway home to retrieve a cigarette from the back pocket on his bag, lighting it up and taking a deep breath of smoke to conceal the sourness of sickness before he continued on his way. Leaning against a chain link fence for support, he took several more deep breaths of nicotine before he steadied himself, still feeling his stomach churning.
He barely made it to the toilet in time. A few splatters of vomit hit the floor, but most of his stomach contents made it into the porcelain throne. After heaving several more times he stood and wiped this face with a rag, rinsing it and his mouth out with water before tossing the soil washcloth into the hamper. The mere thought of losing Tai did not sit well, physically making him sick.
The cigarette, which he has placed on the counter before he started throwing up, was pretty much done by then, so he snuffed it out and threw it over the railing on the balcony, taking the pack out of his pocket and lighting up a second cigarette. Ignoring the burn in his throat and eyes as the smoke irritated his body, the blonde continued to pulled cancerous gases into his lungs, all but reeling in the pain. Exhaling the thick smoke, he couldn’t help but wonder how long Tai would be angry at him; a day, a week, a month, longer? It was hard to tell. The few people the athlete did get angry at he had kept grudges with a long time. To have the person he loved hate him was devastating to the self-conscious teen.
Not entirely sure how much time had passed but realizing that his current cigarette had burned down to the butt, he tossed it to the balcony floor and stepped on it, taking a third on from his pack. He was on his fourth or fifth when his dad got home, one of the few days he got off work early. “Yamato, what are you doing home?” the older man asked, coming up behind his son. Receiving no answer, he stepped out onto the narrow balcony, shaking his head at the lit cigarette between the boy’s pointer and middle fingers. “I thought you wanted to quit those,” Hiroaki stated, eyes falling to the several cigarette butts at the teenager’s feet.
“I changed my mind,” Matt replied, taking another deep breath of carcinogens.
“Did something happen?” the man asked, leaning against the railing as well. Part of him wanted to yank the cigarette from his son’s hand and throw the pack in the trash. But, he knew that would not solve the problem. Matt’s addiction would only drive him to buy more, and Hiroaki had no way of keeping him from smoking them.
“You could say that,” the musician answered, voice hollow.
“Nothing I can do to stop you?” he asked.
“Nope,” Matt said in response, staring out towards Tai’s place. Even when all seemed hopeless to him he still stared towards his best friend’s—boyfriend’s—place, searching for some sort of answer to his problem. Putting the cigarette to his lips again, Matt realized all he could do was wait and hope that Tai forgave him.

Things were not looking good. At every opportunity he would sneak away from school and see if the incident he accidentally caused was resolved yet. And things were not looking good. He didn’t even know Matt smoked, but he had seen the musician with a cigarette a few times, mostly at lunch on the roof. The brunette was obviously not talking to the blonde still, which was also obviously driving Matt towards some degree of depression.
Chewing on his lower lips, the younger brunette slowly slinked down the street, his virtual tail between his legs. He hadn’t wanted to involve Ken in this, but it seemed like he had no choice. Davis just didn’t quite know how to fix the mess he created; well, he had an idea, but he needed Ken’s permission. Knocking on the door quietly, he waited patiently for someone to answer.
He almost took a step back when Ken’s father answered it, but the man calmly moved aside and motioned him in, seeming to finally be used to the new developments between his son and the other soccer star. “He’s in his room, messing with his computer,” the man said, then left the room.
Unable to say much in return, Davis toed off his shoes and moved silently through the apartment. In fact, he moved so quietly that he actually made Ken jump when he said his name, the bluenette too engrossed in whatever program he was working on to notice the other Digidestined’s presence. “Geez, make some noise next time Daisuke,” Ken berated, not used to being started by the normally boisterous preteen. “Wait, you can actually move without causing a disturbance?”
Yeah, without causing a disturbance, he sarcastically repeated, shamefully taking the paper from his bag dated a week earlier and handing it to the bluenette. It was the same one that caused the whole disturbance that brought him to Ken’s room.
“Wow, this is good, Daisuke,” the younger boy praised, giving Davis a good pat on the shoulder.
“I’ve caused some trouble,” the brunette mumbled, though not inaudibly. “And before you ask, no I didn’t cheat.” Shaking his head slightly, Ken set the paper down on his desk and waited for the boy to explain.
Taking a deep breath, Davis quickly went through the events that led up to the misunderstanding (Ken glaring slightly when Davis admitted that he jokingly kissed Matt, though he wouldn’t admit it was because of jealously when the brunette asked), Ken shaking his head again and gathering up his coat once Davis had finished. “I guess we don’t really have a choice, do we?” Ken said to the brunette’s inquisitive look. “If telling Tai that we are together will mend the wound you created then I don’t have the option of refusing.”
“I’m sorry, Ken,” Davis apologized, unable to make eye contact with his boyfriend until the bluenette forced his chin up and meshed their lips together.
“Just hurry up. We do have school tomorrow, and I don’t want to be out too late,” he said, chuckling as Davis tripped over his feet in his rush. Helping the older boy to his feet, they luckily had no more delays between Ken’s place and Tai’s, though the former’s mother did give her son permission to stay over at Davis’ place, not wanting either of them to have to return home alone in the dark.
“Davis, Ken, what are you two doing here?” Kari asked, quite surprised by the unexpected visit.
“I need to talk to Tai,” Davis replied, barely even noticing she was in a nightgown and her hair was wet. Where a year ago he might have been thrilled by the visit, he was now completely uninterested; until he realized she had wet hair and was probably freezing with the door open. “Um… we can come back tomorrow,” he said hurriedly.
“No, no, come in,” Kari said, equally as quick, stepping aside so they could come in. “Brrr, kind of cold out there, isn’t it? Do you want some hot cocoa?”
“No, we’re fine,” Ken interrupted, grabbing his boyfriend by the arm and tugging him towards the stairs. “We’ll get something warm to drink once we get back to Daisuke’s place.” The fact he used the brunette’s full name instead of his nickname was not lost on the girl, but she didn’t look into it too far. Davis was the person closest to Ken, so it was probably nothing.
The door was open when they got upstairs, and Davis chuckled as they peered inside. “Strange to see you actually studying,” Davis said, laughing slightly. Chocolate eyes turned on him, the scorned brunette quickly standing and moving to close the door. The younger athlete’s foot was the only thing keeping it from shutting. “Wait, I need to talk to you,” he tried.
“Go home, Davis, I do not want to talk to you,” Tai growled, still stinging from the scene he witnessed a week before.
“It’s important, Tai,” the smaller boy started. “Really, really important.”
“Go away, Daisuke,” the older boy hissed, spitting the name out with contempt.
“Tai, open the door,” Ken cut in before Davis could speak. For a moment nothing happened, then the weight on the door abruptly left and Davis fell forward.
“Ken, what are you doing here?” the teenager asked, not looking quite as resentful towards the bluenette.
“I believe Daisuke has some explaining to do,” the more docile preteen stated. “I am here to back up his story, so please just hear him out.”
Grumbling slightly, the soccer player slowly gave in, motioning for them to close the door behind them. “So what do you want?” he asked, plopping down on his bed.
“What you saw in that hallway between Matt and I-” Davis began.
“It's Matt and me in this instance,” Ken corrected, thumping the boy on the back of the head when he glared at him. “You can get an A in math, but forget proper grammar.”
“Anyway, it wasn’t what it looked like, I promise,” the younger brunette continued.
“Then what was it, because it sure looked like you two were kissing to me?” Tai asked.
“That was a joke,” Davis replied. “Where to start…” he mumbled, taking several moments to figure out how far back he needed to go. Guess there would be best…
“Matt! Hey, wait up a sec!” the brunette behind him yelled.
Turning around, the musician sighed and shook his head. “Yeah, what do you want?”
“Can I ask you for a little favor?” Davis asked, coming to a halt behind the blonde. At the slight nod, he continued, “Well, you see, I haven’t been doing too well in a few of my classes. I was wondering if you would be willing to tutor me.”
“Why don’t you just ask Ken?” Matt asked in return, not entirely seeing why the boy was coming to him instead of his best friend.
“Well, um, you see, I kind of wanted to get my grades up without Ken knowing. I wanted to impress him, you know, without him helping me,” Davis said quickly, almost stumbling over his words.
“Alright, I’ll help you. On the condition that you tell me why you want to impress him so much,” Matt teased, already deciding to help the boy whether he spilled the beans or not.
“It’s, w-well, because… um… I’vebeendatinghimforthelastfewweeks,” the boy hurriedly spewed, garbling his words together. It was only experience with Tai’s fast talking that allowed Matt to disentangle the words.
“Wow, wait, seriously?” the blonde asked, quite shocked by the revelation.
“Um… yeah,” Davis replied, blushing deeply. Matt’s laugh made him look down in shame a bit, figuring the musician was finding the prospect of two boys together funny.
“Geez, Davis, I figured you’d lie your way around the question or something,” Matt said, slowly quieting his chuckles. “Come on, we have a studying schedule to figure out.”
“And that’s pretty much what happened,” Davis finished, looking quite flustered. Ken’s reaction was the same as it was the first time he relayed the information to him, a slight roll of his eyes that practically yelled “you stupid idiot.” “After that, since he knew I was gay, I constantly teased him about being gay too. It didn’t occur to me until after I saw your reaction to my latest joke that he never actually refuted me, only changed the subject.”
Davis finally mustered up the courage to look towards his mentor, who was now looking down shamefully. “That’s honestly all it was?” the teenager asked, internally berating himself for what he must have put Matt through, knowing the blonde had a bad habit of blowing things out of proportion.
“Yes, it was just jokes and study sessions. I kind of caught him off guard, but I wanted to give him one last joke to tell him I was serious,” Davis said. “I could tell, after all, that he had attractions to guys.”
“I see,” Tai whispered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before he stood. “I think you two should be getting home now,” he added a little louder, looking around the room until he spotted a jacket.
“What are you going to do?” Ken asked, casually standing and stretching.
“To see if I can fix this,” Tai stated, pulling one arm into a sleeve as he quickly left the room. Barely waving bye to his sister as he stumbled out the door, the athlete ran along a very familiar path. How many times over the last few years had he sprinted down that road, eager to see his best friend—boyfriend the last month or so? He was eager now, alright; eager to see if Matt would forgive him. Part of him—a very large part—berated himself for even holding the grudge in the first place and not being willing to listen to Matt’s explanation. He was just so scared that the explanation would be the opposite, that there actually was something between the two and he was going to lose the most important thing to him again. It just felt better to cut things off himself than to be let go.
Rushing up the outside steps, since the elevator was extremely slow, he didn’t even wait to catch his breath before rapidly knocking on the door. A sluggish blonde answered the door, involuntarily holding his breath when he saw who it was. Tai was also too winded to talk, so they stood there in silence for a moment until he was able to catch his breath. “Yamato, I’m so sorry,” he finally managed to breath out. “I just… I guess I was afraid. That there actually-”
The worry quickly left the blonde’s features, replaced by a small, warm smile. “Just shut up and kiss me,” he interrupted, reaching forward and grabbing the hair on the back on the brunette’s head. Tai was slightly caught off guard, but quickly responded. Tongues met in the blonde’s mouth, the musician surprisingly not trying to pull his partner in and away from whatever eyes might be prying in on them. Smirking into the kiss, Tai didn’t question his luck, instead just pulling Matt out of the apartment and into his embrace, glad that his worrying was for naught. The mere thought of Matt holding a grudge seemed like a ridiculous notion now.
“Ahem! Do you two mind taking that inside? Or at least moving out of the way so I can get inside?” Hiroaki asked, precariously balancing a briefcase and lunchbox.
“Sorry, Dad,” Matt blushed, grabbing Tai’s wrist and pulling him inside. “Stay for dinner?”
“Need you even ask?” Tai retorted.

I'm not going to post it on because it is rated T, but on Fanfiction.net the story Foolishly Honest is a short story about how Davis and Ken got together.
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