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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 15: Episode
A persistent ringing woke him up. At first he didn’t really hear it, his subconscious mind changing it into the whistle of a train. It seemed kind of weird to him since he was on a spaceship in the delta quadrant, but as he started to wake from the dream he realized what it really was; the phone. Jolting to a sitting position, the brunette sleepily rubbed his eyes. Anger swelled in the pit of his stomach when he looked at his alarm clock, the red numbers flaring up a two-twenty-one a.m. He almost just laid back down, but the desire to cuss out the person who dared disturb his valuable rest was more appealing, so he sluggishly got up and ambled into the hallway.
“Hello?” he asked irately, stifling a yawn behind his hand.
“T-Tai?” a very weak sounding Matt said. “Is that you, Tai?”
Suddenly worried, all thought of yelling at him left his mind. “Yeah, Matt, what’s wrong?” he asked in return, voice soft and comforting. “You don’t sound too good, are you okay?”
“You love me, don’t you? You’d never leave me, right?” the blonde breathed quietly.
“Of course I love, and why would I leave you? Is that all you wanted? Why’s you call so late?” he questioned, growing more worried with every word his musician said. It didn’t sound like the Matt he had fallen for at all. If anything, he sounded like a scared, confused child.
“Time? What time is it? Is it late? Oh, Tai, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have woke you,” he stated solemnly, hanging up before Tai could reply.
Staring dumbfounded at the receiver, the athlete quickly tossed the phone back onto the docking station and ran to his room. The noise, mostly from his running, was enough to disturb his parents, his father groggily stumbling down the hall to check in on what was wrong. “What are you doing?” the older man asked, causing his son to jump out of his skin and trip over the pants just partially on his legs, falling harshly to the floor.
“Ah, Dad,” the teenager chuckled nervously once he recovered, carefully standing and pulling the jeans up. “I got a call from Matt a moment ago and he seemed… kind of out of it. I’m worried about him,” he explained, rushing around for a jacket now. With the mess on the floor of his room it’s a miracle he was able to even find a clean pair of jeans.
“That was what the phone was?” his dad asked (I’m afraid the only parents whose names I remember are Matt’s dad and Takuya’s dad (Season four’s equivalent of Taichi for those who haven’t seen it), because both are Hiroaki), opening a dresser drawer and retrieving a fresh sweatshirt. “It was so urgent it couldn’t wait until morning?”
“He kind of just hung up on me after apologizing, didn’t even say goodbye,” the brunette said in reply, gratefully taking the sweatshirt. “Matt never does that. And his voice was so quiet and… for lack of a better word, scared, that I don’t want to wait until morning.”
Grabbing the fifteen-year-old’s wrist as he went to weasel between him and the door, Tai’s dad said, “Just be careful on your way over, okay?”
“Of course, Dad,” Tai replied, sprinting off once he was released. Still putting on his left shoe as he stumbled out the door and slammed it shut behind himself, he ran off down the street.
A woman, maybe in her mid-forties, was standing outside Matt’s apartment door when he arrived. Her gaze turned from the closed door to him as he approached, hurriedly grabbing his arm once it became clear he was heading towards it. “Kid, what are you doing?” she asked nervously, tightening her grip when he tried to remove her hand.
“I’m Matt’s friend,” the brunette stated, glaring daggers up at her. One hand still worked on removing her hand from his arm.
“Look, Matt isn’t… in the best mood right now. I’ve already called his dad, so you should just go home,” the woman replied.
“But he called me,” Tai growled, still struggling against her; for an older-looking lady she was quite strong. The momentary shock from the fact that the teenager had actually called someone gave Tai enough leeway to get free, rushing to the door before she could capture him again. Yanking the door open, only his quick reflexes kept him from becoming quite close with a TV remote.
“Get out!” an outraged blonde yelled, gathering up his next missile and launching it at his boyfriend. This one was a pillow, and luckily not as damaging because it did actually connect with Tai’s face.
“Matt, it’s me!” the soccer star shouted, trying to be heard over the roar of “get out!” “Matt, calm down!” he tried again, ducking under a second couch pillow.
“I said get out!” Matt yelled in response, picking up something a lot more dangerous, a glass vase.
“Yamato! Stop it!” Tai yelled, staring through the darkened living room of the apartment into where he thought were the musician’s cerulean eyes.
The arm prepared to throw the vase suddenly halted, almost as if the blonde suddenly realized just who he was throwing objects at. “Tai?” came the weak inquiry. The dark form that had to be Matt slowly relaxed. The loud crash was the vase being released and breaking into many pieces. “Taichi, what are you doing here?” he asked feebly, weakly walking around the couch and towards the door. Shaky hands grabbed at the clothing covering his chest as the blonde stumbled into the faint light created by the streetlights. A flow of tears was visible from the corners of his eyes for a second until he buried his face in Tai’s chest, knee’s collapsing underneath him. Both boys would have fallen to the floor had Tai not braced himself and caught Matt as he fell. Finding quite a few difficulties in keeping the crying musician up, he let them fall to their knees, moving his arms to comfortingly embrace his boyfriend.
The woman moved slowly and silently until she stood right next to him, looking down at the brunette in awe. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone other than Takeru that can calm him,” she said softly, making Tai jump; he had forgotten that she was there, and now was worried that she would figure out that his behavior was a little more than just friendly. His fearful expression queued her into their true relationship, and she chuckled lightly. “So that is why he trusts you, huh? You should take him inside; his dad should be home in half an hour at most. I’ll just call him and tell him he doesn’t need to pick up Takeru.”
Nodding to the strange woman, Tai shifted his boyfriend a bit so one arm was under the blonde’s knees, allowing him to pick up the musician and hold him close to his chest. Cooing sweet sounds into the sobbing teen’s ear and rubbing soothing circles on his back. Sitting down and gently moving Matt off his lap, the brunette protectively hugged his boyfriend as close to his body as he could, never stopping the soothing sounds that seemed to quiet the sobs a bit.
Noise outside the door told Tai that Hiroaki was finally getting home. He immediately made the “shh” sound as the older man came in. “He just got to sleep,” Tai whispered, softly stroking Matt’s blonde locks. Sighing as he quietly slipped off his coat and set his briefcase on the floor, Hiroaki ambled into the room and sat in a chair opposite the couch. “Hiroaki, what was wrong with Yamato?”
Sighing again, the man rubbed his temples tiredly. “Its part of his Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,” he started, opening his mouth to continue talking before Tai cut him off.
“Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? What happened?” the brunette asked worriedly, barely able to remain quiet.
“I was getting to that,” Hiroaki stated, rubbing his temples tiredly again. “Yamato was eight when Nancy (A/N: That is Takeru’s mother’s name, right? If not, please tell me so I can correct it.) and I got divorced. He was such a smart child, even then, and understood exactly what that meant. And he blames both us, and himself.
“About a month before I asked her for a divorce we went to her grandmother’s place out in the country. Takeru had never met his grandmother, Yamato’s grandmother-in-law, and she was getting ill again. Nancy wanted them to meet her at least once, and her mother’s doctor had told her that she had less than a fifty percent chance of recovery.
“She wanted to talk to my ex-wife about inheritance issues and she wanted me to join in as well, so Nancy left Takeru in Yamato’s care. Yamato wanted to go look at the creek, and since he had to watch Takeru he took him with him.” Noticing Tai’s slight flinch at the implications of his words, Hiroaki nodded and continued, “As you’re guessing, Takeru fell in the creek. Yamato said he saw a snake slithering through the water and took his eye off his little brother for just a minute or two.
“Nancy yelled at him a lot when he returned, tail between his legs and dragging his soaking brother along behind him. She wouldn’t listen to me when I tried to tell her he was only eight and she shouldn’t have put Takeru in his care. We got into a huge spat over it, Nancy even going so far as to insult Yamato for being irresponsible and putting his brother’s life in danger. When I yelled back at her to respect our son, she made it painfully clear that Yamato was my son, not hers. He happened to overhear everything. Our marriage was already going down hill and we had fought many times before, but that was the first time he saw it. A month later we started the divorce process.
“Yamato knew that people get a divorce because they don’t get along anymore, like people who stop being friends. He blamed himself because the first time he saw us argue was because of him. He never forgave himself for it, and he never truly forgave us. After that point, he became withdrawn and refused to talk to me. He would have episodes where he would get angry and not let anyone near him, except for Takeru. Concerned, I took him to a councilor, and she told me that he had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The episodes he would go into only happened at night and were like waking nightmares, and when he was in them he basically went back to that angry, frightened, eight-year-old child that was watching his family break apart. He was seeing us betray him, unable to get passed the little mistake he made. The only one he felt didn’t betray him was Takeru, so whenever he went into an episode I had to bring Takeru over to calm him down.
“Takeru was the only person Yamato would trust, fearing that if he started to trust people again then he would be betrayed. At the same time, because of how cruelly my ex-wife made it clear that she had no relation to him, he felt that people didn't want to be around him.
“Then he met you. You were the first person he would let get close him in over four years. That is why I told you to make your reasoning very clear if you were to ever leave him.”
A fresh sense of dread washed over the brunette. “I must have hurt him really bad when I suddenly stopped talking to him a couple weeks ago,” he stated quietly, afraid to look at Hiroaki just incase the man was angry at him. “He acted like it was no big deal, but what if that is what led to this.”
“Even if it is, Matt has already forgiven you for it, though he might have blamed himself for withholding information from you,” Hiroaki said, getting up and placing a hand on Tai’s shoulder. “And you should, too. Instead of dreading it, learn from it.”
Turning to stare down at the sleeping figure on his shoulder, Tai couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said lovingly.
Matt shifted slightly, stirring from his slumber. “Taichi? Dad?” the blonde asked, rubbing sleepy eyes and sitting up.
“I’ll never let you go into another episode again,” Tai said, placing one hand on either side of Matt’s face and pulling him up for a kiss. “I promise I’ll never let it happen again.”
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