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Jealous Boys	By : hair Category: Digimon > General Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Hello?" the angel had answered the phone. Takeru smiled and wiped the fearful sweat from his forehead, glad that Taichi, who wouldn�t help him, hadn�t picked up.

"Hikari? It�s Takeru. Listen, I need your help right away."

"Sure, I�m not doing anything right now. What do you need?"

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"Dammit, Yamato, where the Hell are you?" Takeru cursed out loud as he gazed out the passenger window and windshield at the damp sidewalks. There had been rain earlier, so people were few and far between on the walkways lining the commercial streets outside nightlife attractions. Lampposts shone brightly, but that still wasn�t enough light in the night to help Takeru try to pick out the tall blond form of his older brother.

"Calm down, Takeru," Hikari reassured her old friend as she carefully drove her father�s car through the puddles in the street. "We�ll find him sooner or later," she remained cheerful.

"Yeah, well it�s the later I�m worried about," Takeru mumbled. "I don�t think Sora can survive this night without knowing that Yamato still loves her."

"I said we�ll find him," Hikari scowled at Takeru. "Where should we look next?"

Phoning Hikari about this matter earlier had Takeru telling her all about the sad heartache Sora and Yamato had experienced before Yamato fled, but not telling her about the cause of the heartache: Taichi. Takeru did not want to push Hikari away by damning her own brother, though he suspected that she suspected that her own flesh and blood, from evidence seen at the beach the previous day, did have something to do with the romantic turmoil.

Takeru smiled as he turned to look at Hikari: the angel even looked gorgeous in a bulky yellow raincoat. He was glad he had such a kind and caring friend as her. He figured he would be even more glad if he discovered that she had the feelings for him that he had for her. But that topic was not why they were out roaming the streets right now. He resumed his search of his mind�s memory bank, trying to remember what places Yamato loved to visit in this city.

"Did we already check the park?" Takeru asked Hikari.

Hikari sighed, "The park, the harbour, and the university he wants to go to. Isn�t there any other places Yamato likes to go to when he needs to think?"

Takeru started. He�d been going about this all wrong! He�d been directing them to look for Yamato where his sensitive side would need to go to clear its head. Takeru forgot all about Yamato�s hardened side, the part of the elder Ishida that inclined him to hide his emotions. And if Takeru knew anything about his older brother, it was the fact that Yamato didn�t like anyone but his friends and family seeing him be romantic. And as Yamato had not left the apartment in the first place to be with friends or family, Takeru figured that he�d gone somewhere where he would be inconspicuous.

"The bar!" Takeru gasped.

"What?" Hikari looked at him strangely.

"Turn the car around! Yamato�s at the pub!" Takeru realized that his brother, in trying to be a sensitive guy for Sora, had abandoned all of his seedy hangouts but one.

"I hope you�re right!" Hikari suspiciously answered as she turned down a side street in order to legally turn the car in the direction opposite the one they had been heading /P> /P>
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"...I-I did...n�t th......ink. Yeah...what...wh-wh...wh-whatever!" the handsome blond young man mumbled as he spoke to himself and the dark pool of alcohol at the bottom of his glass. It was swimming around itself right beneath Yamato�s slurred but watchful eye, and inwardly his mind suddenly, soberly, cursed itself for not being there to stop his beloved�s exboyfriend.

"I had to go out and work!" Yamato leaned back and his head fell back as he loudly proclaimed, in a spiteful voice, his excuse for not being there. For her. When she needed him.

"I�m such a bastard," Yamato finally mumbled after a stretch of silence.

He was completely ignored, there on his rickety stool at the bar, left by the other patrons dispersed about the joint to enjoy his own sadness. Only the bartender paid him any heed, uncapping another bottle of the dark alcohol Yamato was emptying his pockets for. The guy grabbed the Ishida elder�s glass and poured it full once again.

"...thanks," Yamato smarmed before hanging his head over it again.

"Tough day, pal?" the barkeep made smalltalk.

"Worst day," Yamato answered, plopping his lips on the rim of the glass and sipping on the foam.

"It�ll all be better in the morning," the bartender smiled before turning to wash some glasses.

"...that�s not soon enough," Yamato whispered to himself, then heartily grabbed the glass he�d been leaning over and drank as much as he could swallow in one swig. Half the glass was empty when he set it back down. Half his heart was empty: part was his and part he�d given to Sora, and now he�d left her.

Yamato was too absorbed in wallowing in his pity for Sora that he didn�t hear the scuffle that was happening at the entrance to the bar.

"...aww, come on! I don�t want to drink anything! I just need to talk to someone who�s here!" Takeru was arguing with the bouncer.

"Kid, you�re underage. Think we�re gonna risk giving you the opportunity to get a little soused?" the big man held the Ishida teen back with a huge palm raised up in a gesture that said �No Entry�.

Takeru got on his toes to glance around the bouncer and the bar, trying to find his brother. "Ah! There�s the guy I need to talk to!" Takeru spied Yamato. "Look, he�s right in your sight! I just need to sit and talk to that guy at the bar for a few minutes, then I�m gone!"

Uncertain, the bouncer turned to look to the bartender, who�d heard the argument and decided that the drunk at his bar neededp. p. So he waved his hand, nodding to the bouncer to let the kid in, "I�ll keep an eye on him."

Takeru gave a triumphant look to the bouncer, who merely shrugged and stepped aside. Takeru quickly crossed the room and took a seat right next to his brother.

"Hey, Yamato," Takeru immediately began, leaning against his elbow on the bar and trying to peer through Yamato�s thick hair to see his face. Takeru couldn�t see his brother�s expression, what with his face hanging down into his drink, but he did smell the strength of the alcohol on Yamato�s breath.

"...go away," Yamato muttered, then raised his head to take a great gulp of what was left in the glass.

"...she did the right thing," Takeru closed his eyes as he spoke softly.

But Yamato reeled on him, "What, by nearly sleeping with my former best friend!? I don�t think THAT�S right!"

"No, you asshole! I mean she did the right thing by telling you!"

Yamato settled back down. "If she hadn�t told me, I wouldn�t be the wiser..."

"But she had to tell you, because she loves you."

Yamato made a noise with his lips that expressed his disbelief, "Oh, yeah? Then how the Hell could she let herself get so far with him?"

"Because she thought he was you!"

"...she knows my body..." Yamato recalled fondly Sora�s tender touch. "How could she mistake him for me?"

"She had her eyes closed, Yamato. She was," Takeru gulped, "doing something she thought you�d like."

Yamato looked away. "...I didn�t like it."

Takeru sighed. "Whatever you think, Sora loves you. She made a mistake: it was all an accident, and she admits that. And if it was MY girlfriend, I wouldn�t want to be in the dark of such a serious thing. Sora feels incredibly guilty about this whole thing, and hates how Taichi took advantage of her..."

"I�ll murder the son of a bitch," Yamato spat.

"...I think you should hold out on that, because right now Sora needs you. She needs to be reassured that you still love her, and that you forgive her for her error. She�s a wreck right now, not knowing you�re feelings about all this...for Christ�s sake! You just walked right out on her after she�d poured her heart out to you! That�s no way to leave a fragile girl!"

Yamato shivered at Takeru�s cold words. "...I didn�t know what else to do..."

"...except come here and get plastered!" Takeru scolded.

"How the Hell did you get here, anyway?" Yamato pondered, turning seriously to his brother for a moment. "You didn�t have a car..."

"...Hikari drove me," Takeru confessed, blushing slightly when he spoke the angel�s name aloud.

"...that bastard�s sister..." Yamato cursed, but then he was caught as he noticed his little brother�s face turning pink. A broad grin grew to hang from ear to ear on his face: a drunk smirk. "...Hikari, eh?"

Takeru was startled by the leer on Yamato�s face, and got all defensive. "Yeah, I told her I needed to find you, and she said she could drive us around to look, and that�s all. She�s waiting with the car just outside, so she doesn�t get towed."

"...I�ll bet," Yamato chuckled quietly to himself, but then forcibly nudged Takeru with his elbow. "She�s �just waiting with the car�. Sure, I�ll buy that. For now."

Takeru was getting embarrassed. "Look, I�m here to get you to come back home. Sora�s worried sick that you don�t love her anymore. I don�t think she�ll last the night without you actually telling her face to face how you feel about this."

Yamato groaned. "I can�t speak to her face to face..."

"Why the Hell not!?"

"Because her lips are swollen from Taichi�s sucking on her face! I saw those hickeys on her neck! Those things will last for days! He marked his territory on her!"

"Eeew..." Takeru shuddered. "If you were blind, brother, all you�d sense is her. Just close your eyes--that is what she had done to make making love to you all the more pleasing," he nearly bit his tongue: he didn�t want to have to say those words that were necessary.

"...and it probably would have been, too...if it had been me," Yamato remorsed.

"It can still be you! Just go back to her right now and tell her that you still love her! Because she still loves you!"

Yamato snorted, but then tears welled up in his eyes. "I�ve only been away for a few hours, but I still miss her. I gave her my heart, now I need to make sure that she still cares for it, that she still loves it...loves me..."

Takeru was getting annoyed. He knew he should be sympathetic of the uncertainties his older brother was faced with, but he knew that Sora was waiting painfully for a response to when she�d poured her heart out, and Takeru just wanted to get Yamato to agree to come home. "So you ready to go talk to her?"

Yamato stared at his empty drink glass a moment longer. It was entirely empty: like he was feeling at the moment. Though he�d come to the bar to melt into the depression and be inconspicuous, he was beginning to feel that he needed something that would not be very appealing to the bar attitude: something that would appeal to his sensitive side. Something he often appreciated when sober, but now needed even more as he was feeling helpless and guilty and drunk. He needed a hug.

Yamato vigorously shook his head, denying in his drunk state to hug someone, anyone, who was in the bar. He didn�t want to make the wrong kind of impression. The best thing he could do would be to go home and hug Sora, so they could cry together and he could apologize for being such a jerk. She did, after all, tell him about the horrible incident, and she had looked so guilty and afraid when she�d spoken. She�d been so afraid of how he�d take it, and he�d taken the news in the manner that she�d feared. He�d made Sora so sad, and that wasn�t right.

"Yeah, let�s go," Yamato finally turned and mumbled to his brother before stumbling off the barstool.

"Give me your keys, I�ve got myenseense on me," Takeru held out his hand expectantly.

"Yeah, yeah...but what," Yamato passed Takeru his car keys and then grinned smugly at the teen, "about Hikari?"

Takeru�s face turned bright pink again. "What about her? I�ll just go thank her for bringing me and waiting, any goy goodnight before I drive us home."

"Heh, heh, say �goodnight�," Yamato chuckled lewdly.

"...shut up, you drunk," Takeru pushed his brother towards the exit, inwardly hoping that in his drunken state now, Yamato wouldn�t remember anything he�d said by tomorrow morning.
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