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Stay Tuned As Life Continues	By : DanielGar Category: Digimon > General Views: 4361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The alarm clock next to the bed started to buzz, Yamato’s eyes opened slowly to the distantly familiar sound as he stretched his arms into the air above them. When he brought his arm back down he had the chilling realization that his left arm had landed on empty bed, instead of the common occurrence of it landing on his brother. Yamato rolled over and didn’t see his brother anywhere. Yamato’s groggy mind tried to comprehend the situation before him. After all, Takeru had been there every morning the past month. But it only took a moment before Yamato’s mind realized where Takeru was and why the alarm had going off. His fist clashed viciously against the alarm clock, knocking it off its table and cutting it off in mid-buzz. But the alarm clock had the last laugh, after all its day was done, while Yamato’s had just begun.

Yamato staggered out of his bedroom and into the dark hallway, where loud snores could be heard emitting from the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Yamato entered the bathroom and turned on the shower waiting for the chilling waters to warm up. It was only once steam began to flood out of the shower and into the rest of the bathroom did Yamato jump into the shower. The hot water upon his skin began to wake his mind up. His mind registered that it was the first day of classes for the new term. He cursed aloud at the thought of spending a few hours trapped in a stuffy room listening to a boring old professor rattle on about god only knew what all while using words that were probably made up.

Once the shower was finished Yamato found himself refreshed and ready to start the day. As he left the bathroom with a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist, he could still hear Taichi snoring away. Yamato couldn’t help but envy his best friend with his late schedule. Yamato entered his own bedroom and went to the closet and grabbed the clothes he had selected the night before. And within a frantic thirty minutes Yamato was headed out the door, a smile on his face and his eyes set on the task in front of him.

Late that afternoon Yamato returned home, his backpack strung over one of his slumped shoulders. He entered the apartment and headed straight for his room. His eyes caught the sight of Taichi already crashed out on the couch, a pile of sports magazines sprawled around him. Yamato stared briefly at his friend, wondering if he had even made it to classes before falling back asleep. The tall musician quietly laid his backpack on the floor and walked over to his friend. Yamato removed one of the magazines from its folded resting place on the brunette’s chest. Yamato then grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over his roommate.

Yamato grabbed his pack and continued his trip to his bedroom. Upon entering the bedroom Yamato dropped his backpack to the floor with a thud and walked over to the bed and collapsed into its open arms. Yamato closed his eyes and let his body relax, he could feel the sleep he so desperately sought within his grasp when his cell phone started to vibrate. Yamato groaned at his misfortune and pulled his phone from his pocket. He looked at the screen and saw that it was his brother. Yamato started the conversation, “Just kill me now.”

There was a brief silence from the other side of the phone before Takeru responded, “Well that’s just what every brother wants to hear.” Takeru gave a slight chuckle, “That good of a day huh?”

“You don’t even know.” Yamato groaned.

“Oh I could imagine. I’ve been with Mrs. Sato for the past two and half hours.” Takeru muttered.

Yamato winced, “I’m sorry.” Mrs. Sato was one of their father’s neighbors; she used to be a teacher in her earlier years before she became a fulltime housewife. But since then her husband had left her and their only son had graduated and moved out, Mrs. Sato had begun to tutor children living in the apartment building to bring in money. She was a very smart woman however she also a very lonely person and tended to cling to her students. Half of her tutoring sessions often dealt with stories of her youth, and gossip of the apartment building. So it was common that many of her students felt cheated or slightly senile by the end of just one of their sessions.

“Oh it gets worse, I’m to see her three times a week.” Takeru whined.

“Ouch, what did you do to deserve such torture?” Yamato asked.

Takeru sighed, “Dad wants to make sure I get into a good college. And since you and a dozen other of Mrs. Sato students have gotten into good colleges, he sees her as the best choice.”

“Mrs. Sato can make you learn anything, from math and science to what the little girl in 217B had for breakfast that morning and what celebrity lost the most weight that week.” Yamato said with a chuckle.

Takeru let out another sigh, “Tell me about it. We were working on algebra for five minutes and out of nowhere she stops, and begins talking about how she had a crush on a boy in one of her old algebra classes.”

Yamato began imitating Mrs. Sato, His voice became dried and cracked, “And I stared at the back of his head for three weeks before mustering up the courage to have my friend tell him that I thought he was cute.”

“Okay, that’s creep you quoted her word for word.” Takeru said.

Yamato chuckled again, “Oh, you’ll hear that story another five or six times, if you are lucky.”

Takeru cried out upon hearing the bad news from his brother. And so they continued talking, both of them sprawled out on their beds, separated only physically by a few miles. They talked about their teachers, their homework, how they couldn’t wait for the weekend and how much they missed each other. Each night they laid there on their beds, discussing the same things, making plans for their next get together, and giving each other words of encouragement to make it through the rest of the week.

At last the long busy week came to an end, and Friday night had arrived. Yamato had just finished pulling dinner from the oven when a knock came from the door. Yamato quickly tossed off the oven mitts and ran to the door. He flung the door open and before he even had a chance to register anything he felt his brother’s hot lips upon his own. Their lips stayed together, as their tongues met and mingled for the first time in what felt like forever. Their hands roamed over each other’s body, glad to be able to feel each other. Their long kiss eventually broke, which left the two brothers smiling and looking into each other’s blue eyes.

Yamato’s eyebrow hunched, “What would you have done if Taichi had opened the door?”

Takeru blushed at the embarrassing possibility. He then cleared his throat and sniffed the air, “Oh, something smells delicious, I’m starved I didn’t have dinner with Mrs. Sato tonight.”

As Takeru slipped passed him, Yamato closed the door and then followed his brother into the kitchen. The two brothers ate their dinner while talking about the day’s events, such as one of Yamato’s classmate’s chair collapsing, and Takeru’s school disturbing anti-drug assembly.

It was once dinner had finished and they were in the middle of cleaning the dishes that it dawned on Takeru to ask, “So where is Tiachi?”

“Oh, he went out with some of his soccer club pals. He’ll be home LATE late tonight.” Yamato answered.

While the two brothers had finished cleaning, drying and putting away the dishes they talked about the weekend and what all was in store for it. Once they were finished in the kitchen they made their way to the living room just in time to have caught their two favorite tv shows.

They were lying on the couch with Takeru wrapped in Yamato’s arms. Their laughter made the two hours speed by. It was when a third less entertaining show began and that the two brothers’ attention began to drift elsewhere. Yamato’s hand had slowly inched its way up to the side of his brother’s face. Once there it began to play with his brother’s earlobe.

Takeru at first ignored his brother, however after it continued for a bit he said while laughing, “Enough.”

“What? I’m not doing anything.” Yamato said with a grin on his face.

“Yes you are. Now stop I’m trying to watch this show.” Takeru said, trying hard to ignore his brother.

Yamato continued to play with his brother’s ear, “Come on, this show sucks, you’re not even paying attention to it.”

“Well of course not, you’re playing with my ear.” Takeru retorted.

And with that Yamato stopped. But that was only to give Takeru a fake sense of security. Yamato slowly moved his face towards his brother. Once Yamato’s tongue hit Takeru’s ear, Takeru gave a slight jump and yelp with surprise. Takeru was about to curse his brother but he was betrayed when a moan escaped his lips. His brother popped the lobe into his mouth and began to suck on it slightly. Once the lobe slipped from Yamato’s mouth Takeru said, “Alright that’s it.” He then quickly rolled around and started to tickle his brother. Yamato started to laugh out, while starting to tickle the other blonde in response. Their tickling continued for a couple minutes until Takeru’s lips were pressed against Yamato’s. As their kiss grew hotter, their tongues began to wrestle, all while their hands didn’t leave each other’s bodies. Instead they began to grope each other’s bodies. Their hands ran up each other’s shirts, and soon after Takeru rolled upon and straddled his brother.

Takeru’s hands hurriedly unbuttoned Yamato’s shirt, exposing his bare chest. Takeru then proceeded to grab his own shirt and remove it. Their hands found themselves moving over each other’s newly exposed skin. Kisses smashed upon each other’s lips. Each one filled with more lust than the last.

It was after several minutes of kissing and fondling, that Takeru began to grind himself against his brother’s massive hard on. They could both feel how hard each other were, and they didn’t even need to look in each other’s eyes to realize how much they wanted each other. Takeru continued to grind himself against his brother’s stiff cock, each moan just urged him on. Takeru started to unbutton his brother’s pants, his hormones and his own throbbing member egged him on.

The door to the apartment opened and Taichi walked in, “Ah home sweet home.”

However, in the living room Taichi’s words were drowned out by the sound of Takeru moaning into his brother’s mouth, as Yamato sucked wildly on his tongue.

Taichi stepped aside to let his friend into the apartment. “So I guess I can give you a quick tour before your ride gets here.”

“There’s no need to rush, she has to drop a couple people off before she gets here.” Said a young woman, wearing a jersey similar to the one Taichi was wearing. The two soccer fans started to walk down the hallway, “Well up here on the right is the living room.” Taichi had just turned and started to walk into the living room when he saw a couple of blondes making out and dry humping on the couch. Taichi stopped. His feet carried himself backwards into the hallway, “But first, I’m thirsty. Are you thirsty? I’m thirsty. Let’s go to the Kitchen!” He then placed a hand on the back of his head and rubbed it and gave off a nervous laugh.

Yamato and Takeru’s eyes shot open. In their blue eyes, the lust that had recently filled them was now replaced by looks of panic. Takeru quickly moved off his brother and began desperately looking to find where he tossed his shirt. While Yamato started hurriedly buttoning up his own pants and shirt.

Taichi had just handed his friend a beer when she asked, “Can I use your restroom?”

“Uhhh…Yeah. I’ll show you where the BATHROOM is.” Taichi poked his head into the hall and seeing it empty led his friend to the bathroom. As soon as the bathroom door closed he bolted to the living room. “Are you two crazy?” He cried out in a loud whisper. “There’s a place for that stuff, and in the living room on the couch is not one of them. Alright?”

Takeru was still busy looking for his shirt, so Yamato apologized for him. “Sorry Taichi, we didn’t know when you were going to be back let alone that you were bringing anyone back. And…well you know how it goes. You don’t really plan for…”

Taichi interrupted his roommate, “That’s no excuse. What were you two doing that you didn’t hear us come in….wait don’t answer that. Takeru, will you put your shirt on already.”

Takeru had just found his shirt when they heard the bathroom door open and close, and footsteps in the hall way. “Taichi?” called out Taichi’s friend. She then poked her head in the door right as Takeru finished pulling on his shirt. “There you are.” She said as she saw Taichi, she then turned to the other two people in the room. She looked at them, she looked at their wrinkled clothes, Yamato’s misaligned shirt, Takeru’s inside out shirt, their flushed faces and their sweaty foreheads. “Hey guys.” She then let out rather loud burp, “sorry too much beer makes me burp.”

Yamato and Takeru stood there, blinking their eyes in disbelief.

The girl’s jaw suddenly dropped, “Your Ishida Yamato!”

Yamato did nothing more than nod.

She then turned to the younger blond, “so that must make you his brother, Takeru!”

Takeru too, found himself only able to nod in response.

“I’m Amaya! I’m totally a big fan of yours!” the girl then turned to Taichi, “When you told me your roommate was Ishida Yamato, you didn’t tell me he was THE Ishida Yamato!”

Taichi began stammering out a reply, when Amaya cut him off. “I really liked your last concert for Christmas it was one of the best ones yet! Especially after you guys hadn’t done anything for a long time! Why is that? I heard from a friend that they read that it was because you tried to kill yourself, but I said that it was because you had found that secret somebody and had snuck off and eloped with them. Because really, who would really try and kill themselves? Especially someone great like you. I mean suicide is so stupid and selfish and…” Amaya put a hand up to her mouth to stop herself from rambling, “I’m sorry, when I have lots of beer I tend to….”

The room became quiet. Not a word was spoken. Yamato noticed why. Amaya had just become aware of something. He knew it wasn’t his brother’s inside-out shirt, his own misbuttoned shirt, or their flustered faces. She had instead noticed Yamato’s rolled up sleeves. He had rolled them up while cooking and washing the dishes, and hadn’t unrolled them. His forehead started to sweat, his arms started to tingle. Yamato watched as her mouth dropped open a bit and she mouthed few words. Her stare was like fresh knives slicing into his arms, reopening old wounds.

But it wasn’t only Yamato who had noticed what Amaya was staring at. Takeru grabbed his brother’s hand. He knew he needed to get his brother away from there.

Taichi also saw what was going on and grabbed his friend’s hand and began dragging her out of the living room, “Hey Amaya, I think we better head down to the parking lot. Don’t want to make your ride wait.”

Takeru watched as Amaya’s gaze stayed upon Yamato’s arms, even as Taichi pulled her out of the room.

Yamato began tearing at his shirt, trying to pull his sleeves down, but he was stopped by his younger brother. Takeru took his brother’s hands into his own. “Yamato.”

The blonde musician ignored his younger brother, he began to struggle against him. His arms tingled and inched. He felt as if the whole world had turned their eyes upon his arms, and now they burned with self awareness.

“Yamato.” Takeru repeated, but he was still ignored. He gave a slight tug on his brothers hands and he repeated himself a third time. “Yamato.”

Yamato looked up from his arms. “Yamato, stop.”

“Takeru…they burn.” Yamato said weakly. His head then dropped back down to look at his own arms.

“Yamato, look at me. Not at your arms. Look at me.”

Yamato lifted his eyes only slightly, stopping between the two points, his eyes rested on his brother’s chest.

“Yamato. She’s not here anymore. It’s just you and me. She’s gone.”

“I just wish they were gone.” Yamato’s voice cracked, “why are they still here?”

Takeru let go of his brother’s hands so he could wrap his arms around his body. Takeru pulled his older brother into a hug. “Don’t worry about them Yamato. They don’t define you. I know that and your friends know that. So who cares what some drunken stranger thinks? Your other actions speak so much louder, even though they might be as visual as these scars. You can’t let them rule your life like this. We both have scars over stupid things, but we can’t let them decide who we are. Only we can decide who we are.”

Yamato took a few deep breaths and squeezed his brother tight. “Thank you Teeks.”

“You’re welcome Onii-chan. Now let’s go take a shower, it’s time for bed.”
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