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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 7: Walking by Your Window
            Tai held a hand over his mouth to contain his sobs, but could do nothing about the tears streaming down his cheeks. Why did Matt have to look like that? Why did he have to happily turn to face him, like he was expecting Tai to congratulate him, too? Could he not see how much it hurt the brunette?
            Wrestling with the doorknob, it took Tai about a minute to remember the door was locked, and he shoved his hand into his pocket to find it. For once, he actually remembered it (more like Kari brought it to him), but the blurring of his sight made the athlete miss the keyhole the first time. Opening the door and stumbling inside, he finally let himself cry. Sobs echoed through the house, alerting the digimon to his presence.
            “Tai?” Agumon questioned from a little ways down the hall. “Tai, what’s wrong? What are you doing home? Shouldn’t you be in school?” The orange dinosaur reached towards his human partner, only to have his clawed hand weakly batted away.
            “I’m okay, buddy,” the teen replied, slowly standing up. “I’m just not feeling well,” he lied, making his way upstairs and to his room, closing the door behind him.
            “Umph.” Agumon ran into the door as Tai closed it. “Tai, what’d you do that for?” the digimon said indignantly from the floor.
            A click was heard as the door was locked, followed by the soccer player’s hollowed voice. “I don’t want you to catch it, too,” came the lame response. Behind the door a stereo could be heard coming to life. Lyrics drifted through the wooden barrier, an angel’s voice that could only belong to a specific blonde Tai could not get out of his mind.
            A tanned hand slowly turned a picture frame over, hiding the smiling faces in the wood of his desk. His finger hovered over the stop—then the eject—button on his stereo, but didn’t press either. Matt’s words flowed through his skull, wrecking havoc on his senses, hurting his eyes until they teared up again. Wiping them away on one sleeve, he quickly retrieved his phone from the trappings of his pocket. Tai flipped through the folders, opening pictures to scan through the images he’d received of his best friend. It wasn’t difficult to select all the files, but as his thumb hovered over the okay button to delete them, he hesitated until he finally pressed back and closed the device. Fresh tears falling down his face, the brunette collapsed onto his bed, letting the blaring music overpower his hectic thoughts.
            “Tai?” the soft voice could not break through the instrumental cords and sweet lyrics. Agumon stared sadly at his partner’s door, shoulders slumping as he curled up into a small ball. “I’ll be here waiting for you once you’re ready to talk…” the dinosaur-like creature mumbled, large green eyes never leaving the closed portal.
            That was where Kari found him when Gatomon drug her upstairs. “Agumon, what’s wrong?” she asked, slowly walking over to the ball of living data. Stopping next to him, she looked curiously at the door that seemed to have gained an incredible musical talent.
            “I’m sure Tai will come out soon,” her brother’s digimon answered, his upper jaw moving as he spoke (since his lower jaw was on the floor), but the rest of his body remaining still.
            “He’s been like that since Tai locked himself in there,” Gatomon stated. “I tried to get him up, but he refused to. Something about Tai being hurt and having to help him.”
            Kari looked sympathetically at her brother’s faithful companion, understanding in her chocolate eyes. “Agumon, you should at least come down and get something to eat,” she said, placing a hand under his arm to help him up.
                        Shaking his head (the most movement he’s had in a couple hours), he replied, “No, that’s alright. Tai will come out soon, then We’ll both go down and eat.” The brunette girl looked forlornly between the digimon and Tai’s door, doubting Agumon’s words. Tai was seriously upset, and she knew he had enough junk food stashed away to last him a couple weeks. He also had a connecting bathroom to his room. He could be in there a long time.

            Matt didn’t think much of Tai’s absence the first day. Even the bumbling idiot got sick, so why should he worry when the athlete probably only had a mild cold? So as Monday dragged on, the musician kept chanting that over and over in his head while periodically sending glances to his (ex?)friend’s empty seat.
            Tuesday found that same seat mysteriously vacated, Matt altering his thoughts to a little-more-than-mild cold keeping Tai bedridden for two days. He kept informing himself the brunette would be back the next day.
            Wednesday brought worry on its winds. What if Tai is really sick? The blonde’s mind raced. He could be down with pneumonia in this weather! A chill wind blew into him, racking his body with shivers. Or maybe he’s avoiding me. The thought was not a pleasant one. Not even when they hadn’t gotten along in the Digiworld had Tai avoided him. For him to suddenly start now, when they were (ex?)best friends, could only mean… The girl he likes in Sora?
            “Matt, you need to eat,” came the nagging voice. Looking completely bored and lifeless, the blonde singer nudges his spinach around his plate. Not a bite of the not-so-delectable-looking meal had been touched, unless you count the mobile spinach glob.
            “I’m not hungry,” he replied, his tone lacking energy.
            “You need to eat, though,” the female voice pleaded. “You have a gig tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, too. You aren’t in any condition to sing like that, Matt.”
            “I told you I’m not hungry, Sora!” Matt snapped, standing suddenly and stalking over to the trash can. Angrily, as if the contents of his plate had ticked him of and not his girlfriend, he scrapped the perfectly good(?) food into the garbage. “I’ll see you in class Izzy,” he muttered, stalking to the other side of the cafeteria, to the door.
            “Oh no you don’t,” the enraged tennis player steamed, mimicking the blonde’s actions and following him, leaving a very confused table of friends behind. As far as they knew, the two were a happy couple.
            “What do you think happened?” Izzy asked.
            “I don’t know,” Mimi replied. “Sora hasn’t told me of any problems with their relationship.”
            Slamming the door to the roof open, Sora stomped over to her boyfriend. “Nu-uh, Matt,” she growled, yanking the barely lit cigarette from his fingers. Glaring at him, she snuffed it out on the railing and waved it in his face before throwing it in the gutter.
            “Hey!” the singer complained as his escape was stolen from his fingers. He watched the ruined cigarette fall and growled, matching Sora’s glare with his icy blue one. “That was mine! What did you do that for?” he asked, a low growl coat tailing his words. He was anxious, tired, and felt a hole burning in his chest. And Sora just snuffed out his salvation.
            “Those things will kill you,” she protested, standing up to the teenager who seemed to have completely changed over the last week. “You don’t need smoke in your lungs, you need food in your stomach,” she said, quelling her anger and his. Wrapping her arms around Matt’s waist, she added, “You’re skinnier than normal, and it worries me.” It did not escape her notice that he did not hug her back, and that his eyes were affixed in the direction of Tai’s house. Sighing, Sora closed her eyes against the truth for a second longer before she eased the thought into her mind. Matt’s love was for someone else.

           The brunette slowly, quietly opened his door. His eyes fell on the unconscious Koromon in the hallway, having waited so love without food or sleep that it de-digivolved and passed out. “I’m sorry, Koromon,” he whispered, sneaking down to the kitchen. His hands found boxes of cereal and packages of batteries(1), the teen holding them close to his chest as he silently made his way back upstairs. The slight click of his door awoke Gatomon in Kari’s room, the feline digimon sleepily walking into the hall to where the music no longer emanated from the male’s room.
            “Tai, are you going to come out now?” she asked, waiting for an answer but not receiving one. “I know you can hear me, Tai, so stop acting like you can’t.”
            The soccer player looked to his locked door and the voice issuing through it. Softly shaking his head he returned to his task of stuffing his bag full of food and clothes. Several items were thrown aside for more conventional ones until he finally lay down for one last nap. He didn’t know where he would go or how long he’d be gone. He did know he would come back, he just needed to get out of there. To get some fresh air. To clear his head.

            “Ah, hot,” the musician gasped, dropping the slice of pizza back into the box and blowing on his fingers. Glaring at the three-meat pizza, he picked up the slice again and dropped it onto a paper plate, smiling triumphantly. He didn’t mind acting like an idiot when no one was home to see him do so. Still, looking at the box of medium sized pizza, he sighed. “How am I supposed to eat all of this?” he asked. “I normally invite Tai over to eat most of it for me… Tai…” Closing his eyes to stop the fresh flood of tears threatening to leak out, the distraught singer sat down in one of the hard chairs in the dining room. It only took a minute for him to push his nostalgia and depression away. “Hot!” he yelped again, dropping the still-too-warm-to-eat pizza for a third time.
            The television clicked on, flipping through the channels until it stopped on the news. A very bored looking Matt sat the remote next to the cardboard box containing food of a similar substance (only edible) before taking his plate again. Cautiously, he picked up the slice, finding it cool enough this time, and tentatively taking a small bite. It was warm, but not scorching.
            “Tomorrow will be overcast most of the day with periodic sun breaks,” the weather man stated, pointing to the day on the background labeled Saturday. “Sunday will see heavy showers with periodic sun breaks starting around noon, with a chance of showers before then.”
            “Great,” the blonde muttered, taking another bite of pizza. “My concert is outside on Sunday,” he complained. Leaning back agitatedly, Matt grabbed the remote and shut the television off. His fans would have to suffer through a bit of rain. Nothing he could do about it, after all.
            Finishing his slice of pizza, he turned back to the almost full box and sighed at the memories of his best friend. “Something wrong, Matt?” the wolf cub-like digimon asked as he entered the room.
            “Not really. Pizza?” Matt asked.
            “Oh boy! Would I love some!” Gabumon enthusiastically said.
            Despite the single slice of pizza being the only thing he had eaten the entire day, Matt could not make himself have anymore. After Gabumon ate his three pieces, the singer closed the box and put the rest, a little over half, into the fridge. “Matt, you aren’t going to have anymore?” came his companion’s quiet voice.
            “I’m not hungry anymore,” Matt replied. “I think I’m going to try and get some sleep,” he stated, walking down the hall to his room. Rubbing tired eyes, he attempted to drift off, but sleep would not overcome him and he tossed and turned for about an hour before finally getting up and walking over to his guitar. Strumming a couple cords, the musician took a seat on the windowsill. Gazing out the window, he tried to find inspiration.
            A single figure caught his attention. It wore a long blue coat with yellow prints towards the bottom. The fluffy mob of brunette hair could not be mistaken. Chocolate eyes locked with crystalline ones for a minute before the contact was broken by the figure that was unmistakably Tai breaking into a sudden sprint.
            “Hey!” Matt tried to call through the window. Slamming the door open, the blonde ran into the living room, startling Gabumon as he yanked open the apartment door and rushed out without even putting his shoes on. Skipping right passed the elevator, Matt practically leapt down the stairs. Making it to the lobby, he swung the doors open and frantically glanced around the street. “Tai! Tai!” he yelled, ignoring the water soaking through his socks.
            “Matt, get back inside before you catch a cold,” Gabumon said, grabbing his human partner’s arm. A drop of water fell onto his nose, and the digimon looked up to see sapphires fall from his friend’s oceanic eyes. “Don’t cry, Matt,” he tried to comfort the teenager. “Whatever is wrong, I’m sure it will get better.”

           Tai leaned against a wall, his mind desperately trying to block out the images. Tears could blur the physical vision, but such things could not distract the mind’s eye. For the last several days he had tried to not think of a certain, angelic (in his eyes, at least) male, yet his actions achieved the exact opposite. He could not delete his photos and kept Matt’s CD playing the entire time, and now he had specifically detoured to go by his best friend’s apartment. His heart frantically beat to escape his chest and run back to the blonde, but the words were barrier enough to contain it. “I’m pretty sure you all have already figured it out, but me and Sora have been going out for two weeks now. Just thought I should actually come out and say it.” Why did he have to sound so happy?
            Regaining control of his emotions, the athlete looked back towards his home, and Matt, one last time before continuing on his way. “Won’t do to cry over it,” he told himself. “Not like you can do anything about it.”

            Matt barely had time to breath on Saturday, let along think about why Tai was outside his window the previous night. Sora woke him early and forced a breakfast down his throat. “You will need the energy today or you really will collapse,” she said as he tried to push away his half-cleaned plate. Grudgingly, he finished the rest of the meal before Sora drug him away for one of several interview sessions. Between the interviews, concert, eating, and autograph sessions, by the time Matt got home the only thing he could think about was sleep.
            “Matt, you need to have some dinner,” Sora called, entering the musician’s room. (A/N: Sora would make a very good manager, XD) She quieted immediately, spotting the sleeping boy curled up into a blue-furred digimon. Smiling, she backed out of the room silently. “Good night, Matt,” she whispered before closing the door, making her way back to the kitchen to put away the leftovers.
            Sunday came all too quickly to the exhausted singer. Had he not been dealing with starvation and emotional stress, he might have been okay. Now, though, he really needed to sleep for another couple years. “Tai, stop it,” he groggily complained as Sora hit him with a pillow. “Go away. I’m still tired.”
            “Matt, I’m not Tai,” the girl said. “Now get up!”
            “Nnn… Sora? Wasn’t Tai here?” he asked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.
            “No, he wasn’t, Matt,” the tennis player replied. “You haven’t spoken to Tai in three weeks.”
            “No, he was here…” Matt insisted, his half-asleep state not thinking properly. “He was just here a second ago. We were playing games like we always do, but then he said I’m just a friend…” Tears formed in the teenager’s eyes. “Why can we only be friends? Can he not see how much I love him?”
            Sora held in a breath for a second, realizing Matt wasn’t even half-awake to be telling her this. “Matt, hurry and wake up,” she said sadly, walking out of the room. You know this was true, she told herself. But I guess it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
            Matt didn’t seem to remember talking to her when he came out of his room. Eating a small breakfast, he went back to his room to get ready, because everybody knows it takes Matt at least two hours to get ready. “Hey, I think I forgot something back at your apartment,” Sora said, rummaging through her purse. “I’ll just run back and get it. Don’t wait up. I’ll be at the concert!” She left so fast she didn’t see the blonde’s confused expression.
            Taking a deep breath, she timidly knocked on the door. Shifting nervously as the seconds ticked by, she began to wonder if anyone was home. Knocking a second time, she finally heard a soft voice. “Coming, coming,” it said. Swinging open, Sora was greeted by the younger brunette. “Sora, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at Matt’s concert?” Kari asked.
            “I need to talk to Tai,” Sora stated.
            “Tai hasn’t wanted to talk to anyone. He’s even locked Koromon out,” the girl said.
            “I think I can get him out,” Sora confidently said. Taking her shoes off, Sora quickly climbed the stairs, skipping every other one. Koromon turned slightly to regard her. Almost angrily, she stalked over to the door and loudly rapped on it. “Tai, open this door!” she yelled, startling the pink ball next to her.
            “He won’t answer,” Koromon sighed, and sure enough, no noise issued from the other side.
            “Matt needs you Tai!” she shouted, banging on the door again. “He’s deteriorating. And there’s nothing I can do about it! Don’t you get it, Tai?! You mean more to him than I do!” Silence again. “Answer me, Taichi Kamiya!” Again, silence. “Are you going to leave your best friend like that?!” Fear began to well up in her as the silence ensued. Taking a step back, sweat forming on her brow, she warned, “I’m breaking the door down.” A swift kick, one she learned in a martial arts class she took for self defense (for incase she didn’t have a tennis racket handy), broke the lock, the door swinging in to an empty room.
            “Tai!” Kari yelled.
            “Oh, no…” Sora breathed.

            “Matt!” Sora yelled as Kari, who was just behind her, did. “Wou neud ta belig promle!” The two shouted different sentences, the words jumbling together.
            Head suddenly spinning, Matt held up a hand to silence them and said, “Okay, slow down. One at a time.”
            “We have a big problem!” Sora started.
            “You need to help me!” Kari cut in.
            “Tai’s missing!” they both finished.
            The musician felt his heart stop. “G-gone?” he asked. “What do you mean missing? For how long?”
            “I don’t know,” Kari said, barely stopping herself from crying. “He could have a week on us. That’s how long it has been since anyone’s seen him.” Matt kneeled down and pulled the smaller brunette into his arms.
            A thought suddenly came back to him. “I saw Tai,” he said.
            “Matt, that was a dream,” Sora sighed.
            “What are you talking about?” the blonde asked. “I saw Tai on Friday.”
            “Oh… Forget I said anything,” Sora replied, laughing nervously.
            Had things not been so serious, he would not have let it drop, but he had more important matters to deal with at the moment. “Anyway, I saw him walk by my window,” Matt continued. “But he ran off. I guess I just didn’t think much of it before because I barely had time to sleep, let alone think.” Squeezing his eyes shut, Matt barely held back his emotions. If only I had paid more attention! “When was the last time you saw him?”
            “Friday before last, at lunch,” Kari said, the musician barely registering that was when he told everyone about him and Sora. “He locked himself in his room once he got home.” She looked up pleadingly, hopefully at the boy who could once claim to be her brother’s best friend. “He came to see you. Do you know where he might have gone?”
            The singer nervously bit his lower lip. Yes, he had an idea, but he had to be on stage in five minutes. And… it wasn’t a place he wanted to bring other people. A firm grip pulled him away from Kari, who instead buried her face in TK’s shirt. Since when had the others gotten there? “You know, don’t you?” Sora asked whisperingly as she pulled Matt out of the huge group. He did not look at him, only nodded his head. He heard her sigh. “I don’t think we’re working,” she began. “No, I know we aren’t. Matt, you don’t love me, so I’m breaking it off. Go find him. Only you can. Go to the one you truly care about.”
            Surprisingly, Matt wasn’t too surprised Sora had figured it out. She was the holder of the Crest of Love, for one, and for two, besides Izzy, she was the smartest out of the group. Izzy’s intelligence went to machines, though, and hers to people.
            A pale hand wiped away her tears gently. “Sora, I’m sorry. And thank you,” he whispered, leaning forward and giving her the first real kiss of their relationship, and it was a good-bye kiss on the forehead. Looking over his shoulder to make sure the others were sufficiently distracted, he took off.
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