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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 3: The Confession
            Brown eyes lazily fluttered open. Since when had his ceiling been so white? It seemed strangely out of place, but he didn’t feel like recalling why and instead let the shades close again over his pupils. That should have worked, yet the athlete still felt the sleepiness oozing out of him. With the grogginess leaving his mind, Tai noticed something else strange; what was he lying against? Yes, his room was a mess, but his bed at least was normally clean. Besides, he didn’t have anything as big as he was to lie against. And, his wall wasn’t that comfortable.
            Opening one eye, the teen once again stared at the only semi-familiar ceiling. Hadn’t his ceiling been smaller than that? And where was the wall behind his bed? Grumbling as he continued to slip farther from his comfortable slumber, he turned his head to see what he was lying against. His answer only brought another question. Why was he on the couch?
            The orange creature to his left stirred, drawing the brunette’s attention. Huge, green orbs blinked at Tai a couple times, and had the male not been used to such occurrences it would have startled him. “You’re awake,” the dinosaur-like creature spoke. “How’re you feeling?” At some point during the night, Agumon had fallen asleep in his watch, and now looked ridiculously hilarious. His feet were stretched as far behind him as possible with his arms drooping to the floor, his chin the only thing keeping him on the couch.
            Tai couldn’t help but laugh at his digimon’s dopey expression. Reaching an arm around Agumon’s head in a semi-hug, he chuckled, “Good morning to you, too.”
            The orange digimon seemed to blush. “Good morning, Tai,” he sheepishly replied, pulling his feet under him and standing up. “So… How are you feeling?”
            It didn’t occur to him until he sat up and realized the wooziness had vanished (by now he remembers what happened the previous night) that laughing didn’t make him cough insistently anymore. In fact, he hadn’t coughed at all. “I’m feeling fine,” Tai smiled. “No, better than fine. I’m feeling excellent!” His enthusiasm unknowingly woke his little sister. “I think Matt makes magic soup…” His eyes dreamed over unconsciously, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.
            Agumon snickered, seeing the dazed expression on his partner’s face. He and the other Digidestined’s digimon had spent enough time around humans (and had asked Gennai if they didn’t understand something) to understand what that look meant and where it could lead. And the implications. (None of them could figure out what the problem with two males (or females) loving each other was though.) “I think someone’s in loooooove,” the digimon sang teasingly, knowing full well the human was in love and had been for some time. He saw the younger brunette out of the corner of his overly large eye, nodding approvingly. If only the two best friends knew what their digimon, siblings, and siblings’ digimon were trying to do.
            (A/N Have you ever written backwards in a spiral, starting from the back instead of the front? Well, that’s what I’m doing with this, and this spot is the one of the one I had to erase and rewrite because I put it on the wrong page. *sweatdrops* Has nothing to do with the story, just thought I’d add that in.)
            The digimon did not expect Tai’s answer. “Love…?” he absently mumbled, the word pulling him from his (apparently very good, judging from the metaphorical drool running down his chin) daydream. “Love, huh?” he pondered intently. That was also unexpected. Agumon had not figured Tai would take him seriously. Laughing the comment off, Tai should have affectionately hit his head and called him crazy. So why was he delving so deeply into it now?
            After several strained minutes, Agumon wondering if Tai actually had figured it out, they (meaning Agumon, Kari, and Gatomon) got there answer. “Agumon, I think I’m in love with Matt,” the soccer player(1) stated. Voice even, the only sign the revelation affected him was the not-so-subtle flush in his tan cheeks. The digimon couldn’t find words to reply with, bringing the strain back into the air as Tai began to fidget. Okay, I didn’t think of the fact that he might not like that, Tai’s mind admitted.
            “Finally!” came the exasperated voice. Jumping out of his skin, Tai looked back over his shoulder, recognizing Gatomon’s voice. He stiffened when he saw Kari standing next to her digimon. She was smiling at him.
            Skipping over to (and around, for she was behind it) the couch, she threw her arms around her big brother. “Glad you finally noticed,” she said, not asked. The boy blushed even deeper at that. “What is it?” Kari inquired, noticing the male’s discomfort. “Embarrassed you’re in love with another guy?” She tweaked his nose.
            “No,” he said, not hurried. Looking from Kari, to their digimon, and back to his baby sister, he hung his head. “I’m embarrassed I didn’t notice it. My 12-year-old sister knew before I did. Hey! You shouldn’t even be thinking of thing like that.”
            The girl in his arms giggled. “I’m not too young to know what love is,” she said. “Nor too young to know it can be between two guys,” she explained, Tai ruffling her hair. “Speaking of your love, I wonder how he is now. How’d it go last night?”
            “We patched thing up,” Tai smiled, his eyes again getting that lightly dreamy haze. “He came over to apologize, and we ended up kissing and…” His voice trailed off, eyes growing big. “And he’s probably sick!” the teenager gasped, standing and nearly knocking Kari to the floor. Giving her a hasty “sorry,” the boy bolted upstairs to change into clean clothes. Tai was still trying to put an arm into his sleeve when he rushed back downstairs, skipping the last three steps. Still struggling with the annoying cloth, he attempted to place shoes on his feet.
            “Tai, those are my sneakers,” Kari sighed, casually walking to the male. Bunching the fabric in her hands, she guided it to his arm, kicking her shoes away and nudging his to his feet. Freed from the offending material, the older brunette was able to use his hands to get the brown (they had at one point been white…) shoes on his feet.
            Blushing, Tai said, “Thanks, Kari,” then yanked the door open and sprinted out. The girl shook her head as the male vanished from sight.
            “I’m gonna get dressed and go over, too,” she said, then closed the door.

(A/N This is several minutes before Tai left.)
            Shivering, the blonde pulled his blankets tighter around his body. TK stared at the cocoon that contained his brother in obvious worry, removing the thermometer from its case. It was just a cold, so he shouldn’t worry, but that didn’t stop him from feeling anxious.
            Sighing, the younger Digidestined sat on the bed next to the heap of blankets and flesh. For a few seconds, he just sat there. “Matt?” he asked in a small voice, receiving no reply from the ailing teen. “Matt, I need to take your temperature.” A measly groan issued from the bundle of heavy cloth, but the teenager made no move to stop the boy from unraveling some of it to reveal his head. Placing the thermometer under the musician’s tongue, TK placed a hand on his pale forehead. “Feeling any better this morning?” The question was used to fill the time. Normally, the silence would not have affected the boy; wasn’t it strange how things changed when someone was sick? Matt shook his head as the device in his mouth beeped. Removing it, TK frowned. “38.5 (101.3),” he mumbled, placing the thermometer on Matt’s bedside table.
            “You need to rest. No more going out so late at night,” TK ‘scolded’ his older brother, putting a half-false smile on and trying to lighten the mood.
            “Tai wasn’t feeling well and we both know he’d only make himself sicker if he tried to do anything to remedy it,” Matt defended. The smaller blonde didn’t know if he should laugh or point out to Matt that that was exactly what he had done. He was spared a response when the other male suddenly sat upright.
            “Matt?” TK questioned, gently placing a hand on the addressed’s shoulder.
            Dizziness threatening to force him back to the mattress, he gritted his teeth and held his balance until it passed. Then, there was only a few breaths between the bed and the floor. “Matt, you should be resting! What are you doing?” the 12-year-old asked, frantic.
            Matt, using his bedside table to struggle to his feet, just shook his head. He had only landed on the floor because he tried to stand without a stabilizer. TK tried to navigate his brother back to the bed, but once he pushed through the haze in his mind he was stronger than the other boy. Picking up his pants from the previous (TK had helped him change into pajamas), the pale singer rummaged through the pockets mercilessly, expression growing grim.
            Snarling in frustration, he threw the article of clothing back to the floor. “Shit… I lost my harmonica!” he choked, anguish in his words.

            There would have been trouble, if the door had been locked. As it was, it wasn’t, so Tai was able to burst in just fine. Had the door not opened, though, he would not have been able to reverse his momentum and would have run into it.
            “Matt! If I find you anywhere except your bed I’m kicking your ass!” the bushy-haired teen yelled as a small blonde rushed in at the commotion. For a second Tai felt really silly, thinking, I’m not even sure if Matt is sick…, then he saw the boy’s face. “TK, what’s wrong?”
            The pre-teen threw himself at Tai so forcefully he almost knocked the soccer player over. “Matt’s sick,” he bawled, tears running in rivulets down his face. “He has a fever and he left.”
            “What?” Tai gasped, all air leaving his lungs.
            “I tried to stop him, and it seemed like it worked. He laid back down,” TK explained. “But once I left the room he got back up. By the time I realized this he was already out the door. Gabumon went after him, but…”
            Tai reassuringly patted TK’s head. “Do you know where he went?”
            The blonde head nodded. “He kept saying something about the park.”
            Tai hadn’t taken more than two steps into the Ishida residence and he was already back out the door. There were several parks Matt could have been referring to, but Tai instinctively knew which one his best friend would be at.
            Running up to one of the broken down structures (Had that been a see-saw?), he paused for a second to catch his breath. “Matt! Matt, where are you?!” he called, eyes scanning the area. He saw the other male leaning against the slide, eyes mapping the ground. Apparently he hadn’t heard him, so Tai made his way over.
            Stopping a meter from Matt, he finally realized what he was doing; he was looking for something. His vision is blurred, Tai observed. He keeps staring at one spot, as if he can’t see well. A cough racked the blonde teenager’s body, causing his breath to become more ragged than before. The brunette felt a sting at his heart, seeing the one he loved in such a condition.
            Taking the last few steps, Tai placed a tanned hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Matt, what are you doing here?” he asked lovingly, despair choking his words when he added, “You’re sicker than a dog.” (A/N Speaking of which, where did that saying come from?)
            The musician finally became aware of the other male’s presence and glanced over his shoulder into chocolate pools. “I can’t find it…” he wheezed through labored breaths. “I… Sometime last night I dropped it… But I can’t find it…”
            “What are you looking for?” he asked, having not asked TK before he left. He tells me to rest then he does this! He’s still in his pajamas even! If I knew he wouldn’t get pissed at me I’d call him a hypocrite again!
            “I have to find… my harmonica…” he said, looking back to the ground. Once upon a time the instrument had merely been a way to pass the time when he was incredible bored or lonely. Tai had changed that. The small piece of metal and wood had become a passion, a treasure. As had the boy who made it such. Strange how everything Tai touched seemed to change. For the better.
            Following his crush’s gaze to the ground, he finally found Matt’s digimon. Gabumon’s attachment to the blonde’s leg acted as a stabilizer. Still, he didn’t see the harmonica. “Where do you last remember having it?” Tai asked, knowing that suggesting simply going home would result in a struggle Matt didn’t need.
            Sapphire orbs again met brown ones, for a few seconds looking bewildered, as if he truly didn’t know. Then, slowly, he pointed over to the swing set, and more specifically (though he didn’t realize it) to Tai’s swing, some ten meters away. The brunette followed Matt’s finger before looking back at the blonde, confused. “I might… have dropped it as I walked back… though…” he said before Tai could ask why he was so far away. Truth was, he was feeling dizzy and having trouble standing, even with support.
            Nodding, knowing Matt needed to get out of this weather, Tai walked over, watching carefully where he stepped. A quick scan turned up nothing, causing him to have to look more vigilantly. There, half buried in the brown dust, was a glint of something metallic. Sure enough, it was the item in question. “Found it!” Tai yelled, holding it above his head as he ran back. A small, sweet, loving smile, almost one you’d give to your lover, touched Matt’s features. Tai could not stop himself from smiling back with equal intensity, his heart skipping a beat before fluttering faster to make up for it.
            Then his knees gave out and Matt’s pale body headed for Earth. In that split second, Tai’s eyes went wide and he dove, barely managing to save the other male from the harsh crash into the ground. “Matt!? You okay!?” he asked anxiously. Matt, exhausted from the cold and events from that day, fainted, his head falling onto Tai’s chest. The brunette forced himself into a sitting position, one hand always holding the other boy.
            “I think you will have to carry him,” Gabumon stated, offering with his gestures to hold his partner so Tai could reposition himself.
            “Yeah,” he agreed, reluctantly handing his crush over so he could turn around and have the digimon place the teen on his back. “There we go…”
            Sighing, Gabumon walked silently at Tai’s side.

A/N Okay, I know they got sick and (Tai, at least so far) well again really fast, but I’d like to think of it as when you get hit by a baseball. When it hits it is fast and hard, but gone just an instant later, unless you get a concussion… But that is a completely different subject and they don’t get a concussion, so yeah.

            Tai was on the last step before Matt’s apartment when the younger blonde opened the door. The boy wasn’t sure if he should feel better or worse when he saw his brother unconscious. Swallowing hard, he ran back inside to the musician’s room, pulling the covers on his bed back (he straightened the sheets while Tai was searching for Matt) before running into the bathroom for a wash bin and cloth.
            “He’ll be fine,” the athlete said from the hallway. “I got over the same thing in a day, so he’ll be fine in a couple.” TK nodded, worry still in his swirling blue eyes. For not the first time, he was glad the Digidestined leader was his brother’s best friend. The way he tucked the covers around the pale teenager showed his obvious affection for the other male. Tan fingers ran through light hair, accentuating the point.
            TK cleared his throat noisily, Tai’s hand jumping back to his side with a sheepish grin directed to the younger boy. “What happened?” he asked, bringing the bin over and placing a rung out rag on Matt’s forehead.
            Sheepishness was replaced by silent sadness. “He lost his harmonica in the old park,” the caring voice answered. “He couldn’t find it and made the cold worse. He’s more fragile he admits, or shows.”
            “He never really cared about that harmonica until he went to the digital world,” TK stated. “He has treasured it ever since then. It rarely leaves his side now.” Looking from Tai, to his brother, and back to Tai, he said, “I’m gonna go make Matt some soup. He showed me how a while ago in case he ever got sick.” With one last look at the sleeping form on the bed, he exited the room and closed the door, leaning on it.
            “Matt, if only you knew my feelings…” could be heard muffled through the door. No, Tai. If only you knew Matt’s, TK thought before heading to the kitchen.
            The brunette resumed petting the slumbering figure’s hair. “Why must you be so damned stubborn?” he pouted, hand moving down to caress Matt’s cheek.
            Tai yanked his hand away at the knocks on the door. The 12-year-old blonde came in baring a tray with two bowls of soup. “You two can eat in here. I’m going back to the dining room to eat with Kari,” TK informed, turning to leave.
            “Wait, Kari’s here?” he soccer player asked.
            “Yeah. She followed you,” TK said as his brother groaned, starting to wake up. “Make sure he doesn’t strain himself,” the boy added, smiling as he left.
            Groggily, Matt opened his eyes to the glare of his bedroom light. Blue orbs no longer clouded by exhaustion, he could easily identify the person sitting on the bed next to him (well, even with blurred vision the hair would be a dead give away). “Tai?” he asked sleepily.
            “Yeah, I’m right here,” he said, reaching over and placing a hand on the blonde’s forehead as he re-soaked the rag. His fever was still strong, and Tai found it difficult to pull his hand away. “How are you feeling?”
            “Like something that’s been eaten, shat out by a llama, and then baked,” Matt replied, wincing at his words. He had meant to say something like, “I’m fine.” Another effect of the cold; jet lag.
            The tanned male nodded, barely containing a chuckle. “I know the feeling. Can you sit up?” A frown touched Tai’s features as he watched the older boy struggle. With his strength greatly depleted, Matt was having difficulty just sitting up. Like he would trust him with scalding soup! As Matt closed his eyes and leaned against his wall, Tai took one of the spoons. Bringing it to his mouth, he gently blew on it until it quit steaming. “Open your mouth,” the slightly-younger male commanded sweetly, grinning.
            “What!?” Matt half-yelled (he can’t full-yell currently), eyes snapping open and blushing at Tai’s idiotic expression.
            “I saw how much trouble you had just sitting up, so I’m feeding you,” he replied, grin never leaving his face as he inched the spoon closer to Matt’s tightly closed lips. “Then you can save your energy and get better faster.”
            “I don’t need to be fed…” Matt insisted, without any conviction.
            “Too bad,” Tai argued.
            “I’m not hungry…” he tried, but, of course, his stomach chose that moment to growl.
            “Well too damn bad! Stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you!”
            Oceanic eyes diverted to the floor as a silence fell over the pair. Reluctantly, Matt sighed, “…fine.” He accepted the warm liquid from Tai, swirling it around in his mouth as the brunette retrieved another spoonful. The atmosphere bordered on romantic, as the small figures in the hallway noted, with Tai doting over Matt like a husband over his sick wife.
            The magic was broken a minute later as a third figure burst in. “Matt, I heard you were sick! Oh, hi Tai,” said the female intruder. “Hey Tai, give me that spoon. This requires a woman’s touch,” Sora insisted, holding her hand out.
            Tai defensively withdrew the utensil from her reach. “I got it, Sora,” he grinned, trying to cover his possessive behavior. “I’m just returning a favor.”
            “A favor?” Sora asked, almost lunging at the fellow Digidestined but managing to take the spoon.
            “Yeah,” Tai pouted as the girl blew on the next bite of soup. “He helped me when I was sick so I wanted to do the same.”
            “I’ve got things in here. Why don’t you go eat with TK and Kari?” she suggested hopefully, giving Matt another spoonful of cooled liquid.
            Tai can eat in here if he wants! Matt’s mind screamed. He didn’t say anything, but he noticed how neither was asking what he wanted, and were instead treating him like some object.
            “Nah. Little kids need a ‘woman’s touch’ more than Matt does,” Tai said. “Why don’t you go eat with them?”
            Sora sighed and put the spoon back in the bowl. “Tai, I’d like to talk to Matt about something,” she said. “Please go eat with TK and Kari.”
            Tai successfully hid his frown. “Okay, okay,” he said, standing. He stopped in the doorway and looked back over his shoulder at the blonde. “Get better, Matt.” The two kids exchanged worried glances as Tai sat down at the table. “I got kicked out…” he solemnly whispered. The younger siblings exchanged another look before Kari stood to get Tai a bowl of soup. This could seriously disrupt their plan.

            Sora came out of Matt’s room half an hour later, two empty bowls on the tray in her hands. The smile she wore rivaled Tai’s normal one. Said boy was currently moping on the couch. He was slow, not stupid; he knew exactly what Sora asked. And, judging by her reaction, Matt said yes. He had lost his chance. Stupid Tai! his mind berated him. Of course Matt would say yes. He’s not gay, so of course he’d say yes if a girl(2) asked him out. You were stupid to believe he might actually like you too.
            “Thank you, Tai,” Sora said, breaking the male’s chain of thought. In her cheer she didn’t see her friend’s depression.
            “No problem…” Tai mumbled, receiving a peck on the cheek from the Digidestined of Love.
            “See you tomorrow at school!” she cheered, leaving.
            “Yeah, see you…” he mumbled, holding back tears. So long as he’s happy…
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