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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 6: The Next Two Weeks
            The blonde teen gently exhaled. He was on the roof, leaning against the railing and watching the other students scurrying around like ants. His oceanic eyes scanned through the crowds. There was Sora, looking for him. When she didn’t find him he knew she would proceed to the roof. He just pushed her out of his thoughts; she wasn’t who he was looking for her. The jumpy bluenette with the redhead was Jyou, Izzy talking to him about something. Somewhere in his mind, Matt was awed by the fact he could recognize people from his (almost) aerial perch. He really spent too much time on the roof watching people.
            A flash of pink drew his eyes, a feral growl barely escaping his throat. Mimi was sitting with Tai for lunch again. Ever since Art period three days before, the two had spent all their free time together. They spoke as easily as he and Tai used to. Yeah, used to, his mind repeated, the teen bringing one hand up to lace into his yellow hair. You messed that up. Besides, they are dating, remember? Like what you and Sora are doing. A sigh escaped his lips as he brought his other hand back up to his mouth. Inhaling deep and holding the breath, Matt realized it was the second time in the last three days he had gone to the roof. Why was he on the roof, you ask? Well, you’re about to find out.
            The door burst open and a very pissed brunette exploded through the open portal. Even her skirt seemed to be waving angrily at him. “Matt, you’re up here again?” Sora seethed, voice dangerously low. The musician flinched, the only sign he acknowledged her entrance. Tai looked so happy (though he couldn’t make out facial expressions well). A calloused had reached for his and he snapped it away.
            “It doesn’t matter, does it, Sora?” he asked, keeping his hand from the tennis player’s as she made a second grab for it.
            “Matt, I told you to quit that,” she growled as he again brought his hand to his mouth. “Why do you smoke, anyway? It’s disgusting. And it will ruin your voice. You know that, right?”
            The blonde sighed out the harsh fumes and turned back to the crowd below. “I don’t smoke that much, Sora,” he said quietly. “And I don’t really care at the moment if I ruin my voice. I’m not going to follow singing as a career. It’s just a hobby, a distraction from school, anyway.”
            The girl followed her boyfriend’s gaze. Spotting the seated pair, she sighed. “I don’t like it when you smoke,” she stated, voice calm even though the blonde was breathing in the offending gases again. He rested his arms on the railing, slowly breathing out the smoke that hurt his lungs, a wisp of the same gray substance snaking up from the recently lit end of his cigarette. “I worry about you. And you taste bad when I kiss you after you’ve had one.”
            “I know,” Matt agreed. “I worry about myself, too. But these-“ he slightly inclined his cigarette to indicate it “- help me temporarily forget what hurts the most.”
            Sighing, Sora turned so she was also resting on the railing. She knew the harshness of high school life, and knew Matt did not love her back, at least not the extent that she loved him. To him, she was an escape from the person he did not believe he could have. Whether that was because he saw himself as below that person or for some other reason, she had yet to deduce. But she did know avoiding his best friend was not helping. She wanted to believe it was because Matt felt guilty for going out with her when he did not love her but previously mentioned brunette did, but a part of her knew the true reason. She just wasn’t ready to accept it. Yet.
            A cough to her side turned her head to face Matt. He had inhaled wrong, or something, but had stopped coughing by the time she looked. “I personally can’t stand these either,” the blonde confided. “I don’t know, maybe I’m getting addicted, but I can’t stop. Every now and then I just feel like I need one.”
            Sora gently touched the musician’s shoulder. “That might be part of it, but I don’t think it is fully a nicotine addiction or need that keeps bringing you back to them,” she stated. “I think it’s a need for comfort. Once you have that, I don’t think you’ll have much of a problem quitting. You just need to right motivation.”
            “Maybe you’re right,” he said, taking one last puff of his cigarette before snuffing it out on the cold railing and tossing it in the gutter. “How something that burns my throat and kills my lungs comforts me, I don’t know.” The smoke stopped trailing from the boy’s mouth by the time he turned, a couple tick tacks being thrown into his open mouth by Sora as she sighed. “Thanks,” he said, thankful for a reprieve from the smoky taste invading his senses.
            “Like hell am I letting you get in trouble for smoking,” the brunette girl arrogantly stated. “Now come on. Get to class.” Pecking him on the cheek, she ran ahead, one glance over her shoulder showing she didn’t trust him to not light another cigarette.
            “I never use more than one a day, with two a week as my maximum,” he assured her, closing the door to the roof behind him. Sora nodded and rushed down the stairs, leaving Matt to follow at a slower pace.
            Matt was sitting next to Izzy when Tai and Mimi entered the room. By silent, mutual agreement, Matt and Mimi had switched desks, making it easier for the two once-best friends to ignore each other. The two teens caught in the middle exchanged worried glances, neither sure how to get their friends back on track again.
            As the teacher droned on, the redhead drifted back to his conversation with Jyou during lunch.
            The two boys sat under a tree, enjoying the rare, November sun. It was too cold to not wear layers, which was part of the reason the two were outside; not many people. Tai and Mimi were a little ways away, and from what the chipper girl had told him they weren’t ‘dating’ dating, it was a ‘giving Tai dating tips’ dating. Izzy could also tell Matt was on the roof again, because Sora just ran towards the school building after asking if they had seen him. He really should quit smoking.
            Speaking of which, the faint smell of smoke would leave the blonde by the end of the day.
            “So, was really worried about that test today in Pre-Calculus,” the overly nervous bluenette rambled, “but it was actually extremely easy, you know?”
            No, that was too far back. After the talk of classes.
            “Things are breaking apart, aren’t they,” Jyou asked, drawing the redhead’s attention.
            “Excuse me?” he asked.
            “Tai and Matt,” the medical aspirant reiterated. “Mimi and I have been good friends since the digital world, but I didn’t need her to tell me to figure it out. Do you know what happened?”
            Closing his laptop, Izzy sighed and leaned back against their shade. “No not, really,” the computer geek answered. “I confronted Matt on Tuesday, but he told me it was his problem and he had to deal with it. He got really quiet, well, quieter, though, and wouldn’t look at me.” Turning to face his anxious friend, he continued, “Things Tai said that he normally would have shrugged off seemed to hit him harder than a hammer, like how he doesn’t show his emotions and is always cold.”
            “What are you trying to say?” Jyou asked, eyes betraying his deduction.
            “I’m saying I think Matt thinks of Tai as more than a friend,” the redhead confirmed.
            “And he’s going out with Sora because?” the older male prompted.
            “A cover-up, maybe,” Izzy suggested. “Possibly a form of denial. No, not denial. He knows it. His actions show as much.” The teen placed his hand under his chin, trying to think.
            “You know Matt has these feelings?” Jyou asked.
            “Pretty much sure,” the boy replied.
            “What about Tai? How does he feel?” the bluenette supplied more questions.
            “I don’t know,” Izzy admitted. “He can hide his emotions a lot easier than Matt can, mostly because he has more experience with it.”
            “Can we do anything?” the oldest Digidestined asked, concern for the leader (and co-leader) of their group on his face.
            “I don’t know,” Izzy replied. “But I don’t think so.”
            Matt was poking his shoulder, asking him about a technique when drawing, pulling the redhead out of his thoughts. There was no point in worrying about something he couldn’t affect, and instead focused on the work. The bell rang a few minutes later (his thoughts lasting longer than he thought for he analyzed them too much…) and the four left to their next classes. Mimi ran up to Matt, who greeted her only to act like he wasn’t sour.
            “Matt, you don’t have to avoid Tai, you know,” she said as they entered cooking class. “I know you’re trying to give us space, but it’s not necessary. I know I am going out with Tai, but at the same time I’m not.” That got the blonde’s attention, and glare. She had better not hurt him… “No, no, nothing like you’re thinking. He asked for dating tips, so we’re going out for a couple weeks. I don’t want to come between you two.”
            Matt sighed and smiled slightly. “That’s not the problem, Mimi. Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll make up. Eventually.”
            A shade of sadness showed up on the girl’s face, before she shook it away. “Okay!” she cheered.
            Matt was exhausted by the time class ended, but still had to go for band practice. At least it was Friday. Still, it was little reprieve. They had two concerts the weekend after next (A/N: in other words, in fifteen days), and they were frantically practicing just in case.
            “Matt! Hey, wait up a sec!” a voice behind him yelled.
            Turning around, the musician sighed and shook his head. “Yeah, what do you want?”

            Blue eyes stared into blue eyes. Cold water dripped off pale skin into the bowl of the sink. Hands were white-knuckled on the counter as they tried to grip the flat surface.
            Matt watched as his reflection in the mirror mimicked his movements, slowly turning the water on and cupping its hands, pooling the liquid in the bowl-shape they created. He closed his eyes as his reflection brought its hands up, but the musician was sure his copy on the other side of the reflective glass was feeling the same chill sensation in its face and fingers. Opening his sapphire orbs again, he watched the last of the water drip from his reflection’s blonde hair. His hair.
            Things had gotten worse. He hadn’t even spoken to Tai in a week. Last Friday, seven days ago, he managed to get a good-bye after second period, but that was all. No words since. He had picked up the phone more than once, but would dial six numbers before hanging up. The distance was having the opposite affect than he hoped for, and now it found him in the bathroom at three in the morning, desperately trying to forget the dream that was the manifestation of his emotions, the one that woke him up prematurely.
            They were talking again, friends, just like before. No hostility or weirdness, which was strange since Matt would still feel the burning in his chest. They laughed, explaining how it was so stupid for them to have avoided each other so adamantly. They were best friends, nothing could tear them apart. “Okay, maybe a chainsaw could, but let’s not count that,” Tai joked.
            The two friends moved inside as the sun went down and the cold began to sift in. They went to Matt’s room in an apartment that was not Matt’s apartment, sitting on a bed that was not Matt’s bed(1). Tai asked the blonde why he had kept avoiding him, and for the first time Matt could not find words.
            Several minutes passed, and Matt could tell the brunette would not wait much longer, blurting out his feelings and trepidations in one breath before backing down. To his surprise, the soccer player laughed. Not a mocking or joking laugh, but a sincere, kind one, like when you realize how stupid you’d been acting.
            “Don’t worry,” his soothing voice echoed, “We’ve been worrying about the exact same thing…” A glazed look lurked in the brunette’s eyes as he slowly crawled across the bed to Matt. A small wave of fear clawed at the blonde’s throat, and he backed up a Tai advanced until he found his back to the wall. “I’ve been feeling the same thing you have,” Tai cooed once he realized he had his prey cornered. Placing his hands on either side of Matt’s hips, the athlete leaned forward and captured Matt’s lips. A new heat flared into life at the contact, and the musician eagerly returned the kiss. He tried to bring his hands up, but found them pinned by Tai’s.
            A small whimper escaped his mouth as Tai pulled away, bringing one hand up to caress Matt’s cheek. “We have all the time in the world now,” the younger male said, his other hand snaking under the blonde’s shirt to knead his pale skin. “But let’s enjoy our time now.” The hand stopped massaging his stomach and moved a little lower and—
            A new cascade of water washed away the dream. He couldn’t have continued it anyway, he woke up at that point. A sense of sadness filled him at not being able to complete his fantasy (no matter how cheesy he made it), but he was also glad. Glad he wouldn’t have to remember the experience was only a dream, and glad to not defile the one person he cared most about.
            Drying his face on a towel, Matt left the bathroom and made his way into the kitchen. Four-twenty-two, he didn’t want to go to bed. So instead, he sat at the table and rested his head on it. And that’s where his dad found him over an hour later.
            “Something wrong, Matt?” the older man asked. When no reply came, he gently tapped the table next to the sleeping teen, causing him to stir. “Get up, Matt. You need to get ready for school.”
            Cobalt eyes coming into focus, he blinked at his dad a second before standing. “Guess I dozed off,” he yawned, making his way to his bedroom to change.

            The brunette to his right continued to ramble on about something. “Sora, I’m tired this morning,” Matt complained. “Can you keep it down?”
            “Up all night thinking about me?” the girl chimed, turning to smile at her boyfriend. He was too distracted (and tired) to see the false edge to her smile and the search in her eyes.
            “No,” he said flatly, sighing loudly. “Trying not to think,” he corrected.
            “Of Tai?” Sora asked, the blonde teen stopping in his tracks to look at her. “You two still fighting, huh?”   The sigh he gave her was all the reply she needed. “You think of him more than you think of me,” she sadly said, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek.
            The way dream Tai did the same thing came to Matt’s mind and he shied away from the touch. “It’s nothing like that, Sora,” he tried to sound confident. To accentuate his point, he caught her hand affectionately in his and slowly leaned towards her.
            They were a few centimeters apart when the other brunette appeared in his mind. He jerked away, breath hitching in his throat. “Matt?” the tennis player worriedly questioned.
            “Nothing, sorry,” he quickly replied, turning and starting down the sidewalk again. Several moments of silence followed, with Sora nervously chewing on her lower lip. “I… I think we should tell the others,” the blonde stated solemnly. “About us. I know they probably already know, but we might as well say it for those who might not have figured it out.”
            “Alright,” came the simple reply.

            Lunch found the Digidestined all together again. Tai sat off to the side, him and Mimi having ‘broke up’ the previous class period. Their fake dating had ended and Mimi was now going to pursue the one she wanted, but she wished Tai luck.
            Swallowing the lump in his throat, Matt stood, drawing the group’s attention. “I/m pretty sure you all have already figured it out,” he started, “but me and Sora have been going out for two weeks now. Just thought I should actually come out and say it.”
            A chorus of ‘congratulations’ and ‘cool’ rang through the air (Daisuke actually hadn’t realized it…), but one person stood out from the rest. And stood up. And walked away. Matt watched his once-best friend walk off, and only Sora seemed to notice his grief.
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