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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Kali
Notes:� Here�s another installment!� Thank you all so much for such encouraging
comments and reviews.� I really am honoured that so many of you are enjoying this.

Warnings:� Yaoi, adult
language, adult situations, and cavity-inducing WAFF.

Disclaimer:� Kali & muses do not own Digimon or its
characters.� We�re just borrowing them
for the sake of this fic.

Pairings:� Taito!�
With DaiKen, Takari,
and mentioning of Joe/Mimi & Izzy/Miyako.

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Chapter 09

�� Taichi and I found our siblings and
his father at the door when we finally left my room.� Takeru blinked at us, then gave me a
questioning tilt of his head and slight hand gesture directed at Taichi.� I just shook my hand and mouthed �later� at
him.

�� Are you leaving so soon?� �Taichi asked his father, not noticing our
silent exchange behind him.

�� Yes.� I�m afraid I have some business to get done
before I go home.�� The poor man looked
rather exhausted.� �I�ll try to talk to
your mother tonight, kids, but I can�t guarantee anything.�

�� It�s alright, Dad.�� Taichi gave him a small smile.� �I don�t expect her to change overnight.� Joe is�
coming over soon, and we�ll talk about finding a counselor or someone.�

�� That�s fine.� Let me know what you find out.�� Mr. Yagami pulled out two business cards from
his pocket, handing one to each of his children.� �If you need anything, call me at work �
anytime, okay?�

�� Yeah, sure.�� Taichi nodded, though I knew well enough he
probably wouldn�t.� �Thanks, Dad.�

�� Well, you kids take care of each
other, and stay out of trouble.�� Mr.
Yagami said gruffly, letting Hikari give him a giant hug.� He and Taichi eyed each other for a second,
then did that manly, split-second, barely-there hug, complete with back
slapping and handshakes.

�� I somehow refrained from rolling my
eyes at the two Yagami males � neither of whom would ever admit to being a lot
more like each other than they thought.

�� Mr. Yagami left without much further
ado, and we kids � age notwithstanding � returned to the living room to clean
up the cookies and tea.

�� When that was done, I started making
more tea while Taichi restocked the cookie plate for Joe�s arrival.

�� Guys, Hikari and I are going to go
out for a while, and we�ll stop to get some snacks and drinks for the party
tomorrow.� Did you want anything?�� Takeru asked as he and Hikari went by the
kitchen.

�� Taichi shook his head, but I poked
my head into the fridge to inspect its potential for supper that night.� �Um�pick out something for supper, Keru.� Something I
can make stew with.�

�� Okay.�� Takeru waved and followed Hikari out the
door.� �We�ll be back in a while.�

�� I glanced around and saw everything
was ready for whenever Joe showed up, so I tugged my best friend into the
living room.� We ended up flopping down
on the sofa � me sprawled half-sitting over most of it with Taichi leaning his
back against my chest and taking up the rest of it, with his legs draped
haphazardly over the edge.

�� How are you doing?�� I asked quietly, my fingers running through
his hair and massaging his scalp lethargically.�
I was also selfishly enjoying the contact, because I figured there would
be few opportunities like this.

�� He wiggled back farther, snuggling
into me even more and heaved a great big sigh � of contentment.� It made me smile.

�� I�m good.� Better�y�know�not
perfect, but better.�� Taichi
murmured.� He let his hand rest on my
leg, just above my knew, and squeezed.�
�Hey, Yama.�

�� Hmm?�

�� Thanks for letting me�emote all
over you like I did earlier.� I honestly wasn�t
expecting to suddenly breakdown like that.�

�� I closed my eyes and let my chin
rest on top of his head.� �You�ve been
bottling up all these emotions for so long now it�s a wonder you haven�t
exploded.�� I rapped my knuckles on his
bicep.� �No more of that, Taichi!� I�m always here, and you can just emote away
whenever you need to.�

�� What would I do without you?�� He wondered.�
As I didn�t really know how to respond � and because I somehow don�t
think he meant to ask that aloud � I kept quiet, my arms simply folding around
him and just holding him.� We lounged
there in a nice, companionable silence until the doorbell rang.� I reluctantly untangled myself from Taichi
and got up to go let Joe inside.

�� Hey, Joe.� Come on in.��
I shut the door behind him and waited until he�d taken off his shoes and
jacket before motioning him to the living room.

�� Matt.�� Joe greeted me in return and led the
way.� �Something smells good.�

�� Cookies.� I�ll grab the tea and be right there.�

�� Even from the living room their voices
carried enough that I could follow the conversation in the kitchen.

�� Taichi,� I heard Joe say, his tone
pleasantly surprised for some reason.�
�How are you?� You
look�better.� Uh, not that you were bad
looking before, but�� Taichi laughed (which made me grin and note that I really
loved that sound) and made a reassuring reply.

�� Relax, Joe.� I know what you meant.� And I�m good.�
Like you said�better.�

�� I carried the tray of tea and cups
out to join them, setting it down on the coffee table.� �I�m taking good care of him, Dr. Kido.� I hope it meets your approval.�� I grinned, teasing, and winked at Joe.� Adjusting his glasses, Joe nodded sagely and
accepted the teacup I passed him.

�� Very much.� Thanks, by the way, for getting me out of the
house.� I hate to admit it, but I think
if I�d spent one more minute studying I may have blown a fuse.� He sipped
carefully then heaved a sigh of relief, leaning back in his seat on the sofa
chair.

�� Wow.� Coming from you, that�s almost scary.�� Taichi�s eyes were wide, but there was
laughter there.

�� That bad, Joe?�� I asked, much more sympathetic than
Taichi-the-jock ever would be.� �Maybe
you should consider taking fewer classes at a time, just so you can manage your
time a little more easily.�

�� I wish I could. �But if I want to qualify for med-school next
year, I have to do things this way.�� He
sighed and flashed a rueful smile.�
�Don�t worry, Matt.� I�m used to
hard work when it comes to my brain.� I
just need to get through these exams, then I�ll be able to relax again.�

�� I nodded, and we sat in silence for
a bit while we munched on cookies and Joe drank his tea.

�� So,� Joe finally spoke up first,
brushing crumbs off his pants.� �What was
the advice you were looking for, Taichi?�

�� I watched our leader out of the
corner of my eye while I tied the coffee table (on the pretense of looking busy
and not overtly hovering).� Taichi nodded
to himself as if he had been sharing himself up for the conversation and was
now ready for it.

�� It�s�a long story, Joe.� The short answer is that�my Mom needs a good
counselor or psychiatrist or something.��
Taichi drummed his fingers on his knee, the only outward sign of his
agitation.� Even his eyes were calm � a
tad sad, maybe, but not full of barely restrained emotion like they had been
only this morning.

�� Joe blinked a few times,
surprised.� �Uh�okay.� I know a couple personally, and I know of a
few others, but�maybe you should explain why because I can�t recommend just
anyone, as one may specialize in a way to help her or be more qualified.�� He paused and studied both Taichi and I
thoughtfully.� �Is this something to do
with why you and Hikari moved out?�

�� Yeah.� The truth is, Joe, things were getting just
that bad, and I didn�t feel good about leaving Hikari there to cope alone.�

�� Of course.�� The Child of Faith agreed.� �Tell me about it, Taichi, and I�ll do my
best.�

�� So Taichi took a deep, cleansing
breath, and explained the entire situation to the bluenette � who didn�t say
anything or interrupt with questions until Taichi finished, simply listening
and allowing him to get it all out.

�� I�m so sorry that you�ve had to
deal with all that, Taichi.�� Joe leaned
forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he spoke.� �And I agree that she needs professional
help.�

�� Thanks, pal.� Do you think any of these shrinks you know
will be able to help?�

�� Quite possibly.� I can talk to the ones I�m thinking of, see
what they think, and if they�re willing to try then I�ll refer you.�� Joe offered.�
�That way at least you won�t have to repeat the story over and over, and
your family will remain anonymous until I find someone.�

�� Oh, yeah!� I hadn�t thought of that.�� Taichi smiled.� �We�d really appreciate it, Joe.� I�m supposed to let my Dad know when I find
someone, but I know he wasn�t looking forward to the possibility of trying one
person only for it not to work out and have to find another.�

�� It�s no problem, Taichi!� I�ll just make a few phone calls
tomorrow�oh.� Make that the day
after.�� Joe smiled sheepishly.� �I forgot about the painting party.�

�� Yeah, sure.� Whenever you get the time, Joe.�� Taichi was quick to assure him.� �I will owe you so big for this.�

�� Joe shook a finger at Taichi and
scowled at him proceeding to thoroughly scold him and remind him that any one of
us would do much, much more for him without batting an eye.� I left Joe to it, cleaning up and taking the
empty cookie plate and cups to the kitchen.�
He maybe one of the most mild-mannered people I�ve ever met, but he will
absolutely chew you out if you do something he thinks you�re an idiot for
doing.� And as often as I do it to
Taichi, I think he�s getting less and less likely to listen.� Coming from Joe, maybe he�ll finally learn.

�� As I collapsed back down on the
sofa, Taichi got up and sauntered away, tossing a �Be back!� Bathroom break!� over his shoulder.� When he�d disappeared down the hall, I looked
back toward Joe and caught the almost speculative expression on his face as he
studied me.

�� What?�� I demanded, a hand going to my face.

�� It�s nothing, Matt.� I was just�considering something.�� Curiosity, a rare thing for Joe, lit his eyes
behind his glasses.� I frowned at him.

�� I ask again: what?�

�� Um�don�t take this wrong, but�are
you and Taichi�� he hesitated, �I mean, do you two��

�� I raised both eyebrows and managed
a, �Joe!� in a rather croaky, squeaky, what-the-hell?! kind of voice.� My face felt hot, and I just knew I was
blushing, damn it!

�� It�s no big deal if you are or
not!�� Joe hastily waved his hands at me,
obviously trying to backtrack.� �I
shouldn�t have asked!� Sorry!�

�� I�� Trying to fight off my blush
and pretend I wasn�t flustered was a lot more difficult than it used to be for
some reason.� �NO, Joe.� We aren�t anything of the sort.�� I couldn�t seem to look him in the eye, either.� �He doesn�t like me that way.�

�� Uh oh�� There must have been something in my voice or
on my face because Joe was suddenly watching me very closely, and in a shrewd
voice, he observed, �But you like him that way.�

�� I wanted to glare at him and deny it
strenuously, but all I could do was slouch, blush furiously, and mournfully
whine, �Pathetically, hopelessly, yes.�

�� One eyebrow went up.� �And you haven�t told him�because why?�

�� Now I glared.� �Because I needed time to come to terms with
it first, and because he isn�t really in an emotional state to be dealing with me right now.� Not that it�s any of your business�� I added
in a low grumble.

�� Did you consider that maybe what he
needs is you?�� Joe asked, eyeing me.� �That perhaps knowing that he has you and
what you feel for him could heal things that wouldn�t otherwise heal?�

�� I opened my mouth to reject that
idea, then snapped it shut again when I heard the bathroom door open and feet
padding back down the hall toward us.�
Instead I shot Joe a warning look of, �Keep it to yourself or die
horribly.�

�� In return, he flashed me a
reassuring smile and said quietly just before Taichi appeared, �Just think
about it, Matt.�

�� Taichi dropped down next to me and
sighed loudly.� �So!� What shall we do?�

�� Actually, I should probably go home
and get back to studying.�� Joe grimaced
and reluctantly got to his feet.� �At
least I�ll feel like I accomplished enough that I won�t feel too guilty for
coming to the party tomorrow.�

�� Oh, Joe.� Never change, pal.

~~~~~~~~

�� The next day was as cheerfully
hectic as per our usual Digidestined get-togethers.� Bathrooms were painted in under an hour (hey,
there were eleven of us, after all) and the rest of the time we spent watching
old animes and commenting on how many of the various characters looked
amazingly like many of our Digimon acquaintances.

�� At one point, I grabbed up the empty
popcorn and chip bowls to go refill them in the kitchen.� As I was dumping kernels into the air popper,
Sora came into the kitchen carrying a bunch of empty soda cans.

�� Hey.�� I greeted her, motioning to the counter.� �Just set them there for now and I�ll put
them in the recycle bin later.�

�� Alright.�� She obediently placed the cans these and
leaned against the counter, watching me open more chip bags and refill
bowls.� �I wanted to ask, Matt, how
things are really going.� I know Hikari
said they�d talked to their Dad, and that was going to do something, but��

�� Shoving about under the air popper
to catch the fresh kernels, I turned to face her and folded my arms.� �You want to know about Taichi, is that
it?�� She nodded, and I sighed.� It was ridiculous and unfounded, but I had
these twinges of�resentment and jealousy.�
I didn�t like her asking and it annoyed me because there was no reason
for my reaction.� None at all.� She had every right to ask, to be
concerned.� He was her oldest, closest
friend, after all.� And I knew for a
complete and utter fact that she
didn�t want a relationship with Taichi the way that my emotions were raging at
her for.� Once, a long time ago,
yes.� But no longer.� So what the hell was my problem?

�� Shunting my thoughts off to some
deep, dark corner to deal with later.� I
answered her in a calm, steady voice.�
�He�s better, Sora.� And I think
that no matter what may end up happening with his mother from this point on,
he�ll be fine.� He�s made decisions and
ultimately they�re the best ones he could make.�

�� Sora nodded and smiled at me in
relief.� �Yes.� I did notice there was something much lighter
about him today.� I just wanted to make
sure I wasn�t imagining it.� And if you say he�ll be fine then I knew it�s
true.�

�� I blinked at her, momentarily
surprised.� �You do?� I mean, why?�

�� Now she giggled and lightly patted
me on the arm.� �Because, clueless wonder,
you know Taichi best, and you won�t let
him not be okay.� No one, not even Hikari, has the influence
that you do with him.� Besides which,�
she grinned and winked at me, �I know exactly where your heart lies, Ishida
Yamato.� You can�t pull one over on the
Child of Love.�

�� I felt the blood drain out of my
head very quickly, leaving me light-headed and pale as I stared at her with
mild � going on full out-panic. �Shh!�� I hissed at her, glancing past her to make
sure none of the others were paying attention.�
�Look, whatever you think��

�� Aht!� Don�t, Matt.��
Her face sobered and her warm eyes hardened.� �Don�t you dare deny it.� Not to me
� and never to Taichi.� I�m not trying to
play matchmaker, here.� In fact I would never interfere in the natural progression
of real love between two people.�� Sora
moved to stand closer, her voice dropping in volume, conscious of our friends
only a few feet away.� �But when I see
it, and I see someone try to deny what they fell � especially someone I care
about � then I will make a point of��

�� Sticking your nose in?�� I interrupted, my voice dripping sarcasm and
why amusement.� �Look, this isn�t the
time or place to be talking about this.��
I turned away, suddenly so embarrassed I couldn�t look her in the
eye.� I busied myself with the popcorn
machine.� �I�m not��denying� anything,
alright?� I�m just not ready to be
announcing it to the world � let alone him.� Right now, I�m just his best friend.�

�� There was silence for a moment, then
she asked, �You do know you can talk to me about it, right?� We did work out our own�past issues, didn�t
we?�

�� I spun around and grabbed her hands
in mine, horrified at the uncertainty and fear colouring
her voice.� �Yes, of course we did,
Sora!� Gods, that isn�t it at all!�

�� She squeezed my hands.� �Okay, then please talk to me, Matt?� Not right this minute, but later?� You know I love you and I just want to see
you happy � and I know he can do
that, just as you do for him.�

�� I sighed deeply, closing my eyes for
a moment before I opened them again and gave her a small, reassuring smile and
final squeeze of her hands, letting go to pick up bowls of snacks.� �Thanks, Sora.� And yes, we�ll talk about it.� Later.�

�� Satisfied with that, she helped me
take everything back out to the others in the living room.

~~~~~~~~

�� Over the next couple of weeks,
things settled back down into their normal routines.� We went back to school for the last leg of
our high school careers, beginning the dire, stressful task of studying our
brain cells dead for final exams and entrance exams � university was right
around the corner for most of us Chosen, after all.� While neither Taichi nor I knew exactly where
we wanted to apply or for what program just yet, we still planned to take the
exams with everyone also.� Taichi
continued his soccer practices and games (since he was counting on a scholarship) but I decided not to take any new
gigs or concerts until after exams were done.�
It would have been just too much, and would have jeopardized my ability
to perform with my exams.� The band
didn�t have problems with it, either � they had their own exams to study for.

�� When Dad dropped in again, back from
his conference or whatever, he came bearing furniture, now stuff for Taichi�s
room.� There was a big bed (a double,
which Dad�s reasoning said was for the future as a guest bed once Taichi left),
a desk and chair, a bookcase, and a couple of closet organizer things.

�� I was on a lunch break, just
walking to stretch my legs and get some air, when I found this place that was
closing out.� Got some great deals!�� Dad beamed at us as a couple of burly
delivery guys hauled it all inside and down the hall to Taichi�s room.� �There�s probably still a few odds and ends
to pick up yet, boys, but after Taichi�s settled in we can figure it out.�

�� I just smiled and kept out of the
way.� Taichi had that confused,
disbelieving expression on his face as he watched.� It was the one that meant he still didn�t
quite get that he was family and worth the effort.� But�he didn�t complain or protest, which was
a step in the right direction.

�� Once the delivery guys were gone,
Dad took care of supper while Taichi and I started unpacking his stuff and
setting things up.� When the bed was made
with brand new sheets and blankets, I dropped down onto it with a heavy bounce.

�� Ooohhh,
I�m so jealous.�� I moaned in a petulant
voice.� �You�re going to be sleeping in
comfort, in this big, comfortable bed, and I�m stuck with my little twin bed
that my feet hang off the end of.�

�� Laughing, Taichi stretched out beside
me making relaxed �ahhh!� noises.� �Luxury, Yama.� But hey, you can always drag the futon out if
your bed gets that uncomfortable.�

�� I rolled my eyes and swatted him
with a new pillow.� �Gee, thanks.�

�� A few days later, Joe dropped by
with a list of psychologists, counselors, and psychiatrists for Taichi.

�� I marked the three I most
recommend.�� He�d said, pointing them
out.� �I talked to them and I think
they�re probably your best choices, Taichi.�

�� So Taichi thanked him profusely and
turned the list over to his father.� By
this time, Mr. Yagami had managed to talk his wife into at least attempting to
talk to someone.� She was not, however,
willing to talk to or see Taichi yet, as well as refused to allow him to come
home.� Hikari, yes.� Taichi, no.

�� I knew he was still hurt by his
mother�s treatment.� She was acting as if
he�d either died or never existed, after all.�
But he seems to have resigned himself to it, and rather than trying to
force the issue with her, he�s just doing what he could to make sure she got
help and so that Hikari, at least, would no longer be estranged from her home
and family.

�� I�ll never go back,� he said one
night, �but at least Hikari can.�

~~~~~~~~

�� It was nearly a month after the
painting party when Sora finally managed to corner me�ahem.� I mean, managed to reconcile her busy
schedule with mine in order for us to get together for that �chat� I�d gone and
promised her � my own bit � mouthed fault, I admit.

�� Taichi was gone to a game with
another school one day after school, so he wouldn�t be around , and for one
blissful evening I didn�t have any pressing homework or studying to do.� Apparently neither did Sora, because she
simply latched onto me in the hallway after school and dragged my protesting
self unceremoniously away.

�� We ended up at a nice little caf� just
a few shops down from Sora�s mother�s flower shop. �Ordering ourselves big, tall glasses of ice
cold sodas, I settled into my seat in preparation for the inquisition I knew
was coming.

�� Sighing, I folded my arms over my
chest, leaned back in my seat, and said, �Go ahead.� Shoot.�

�� Sora frowned at me.� �Matt, you don�t have to act like I�m your
dentist about to do a root canal on you.�

�� You know I�m not big on talking about
my feelings, Sora.� And contrary to what
you seem to be thinking, I�m not this repressed, love-sick moron pining away in
denial.�� I replied evenly.

�� She eyed me.� �Maybe not � and I wasn�t thinking anything
of the sort, anyway.� But I know you pretty
well, Yamato, and even I didn�t quite see this coming.� I should have, looking back on everything,
but I didn�t.�

�� What do you mean?� I�m not that obvious am I?�� Dear gods!�
If I was, then what must Taichi think?�
Then again, he hadn�t acted any differently with me�� Sora shook her head and rolled her eyes at
me.

�� No, silly.� Not that any of us would care if we did.� In fact I think you�d discover how overjoyed
we�d all be.�� The brunette grinned at my
flabbergasted expression.� �I should have
figured it out because I know you both so well, and because I�am who I am.�� Her grin went soft as her hand came up to
brush across her chest, over the spot where her Crest and Tag once hung from
around her neck.

�� Ah.�� I got it.�
Feeling a little foolish, I shrugged.�
�Still, Sora, I don�t see what it is you want to talk about.� So you know I�ve figured out some new
feelings concerning my best friend.�� I
paused as the waitress delivered our drinks before going off to serve someone
else.� �So what?� I�m not going to do anything about it, so
there�s nothing to talk about.�

�� And that�s it right there.�� She waggled a finger at me.� �You�ve bought a clue, but you aren�t going
to tell him?� Why?� Nerves?�
Or is it something more?�

�� I grunted and swirled ice cubes
around in my cola with the straw.� �Of
course I have nerves.� But I have enough
o Taichi in me to not let that stop me.��
I was only lying a little bit on that score.� My nerves topping me were not the same ones
for the reasons Sora was probably thinking of, after all.

�� Then what?� Does he know you�re bi?�� She asked, voice very low.

�� Yes.�� I answered, my voice not changing.� I didn�t care if someone overhead.

�� Maybe I should be your dentist.�� Sora grumbled, scowling at me.� �It�s like pulling teeth.�

�� I just smiled an amused, innocent
smile at her.� I could practically hear
her teeth grinding.� So I�m a stubborn
son of a bitch.� Sora knew this a long time ago.

�� Come on, Matt!� Help me understand.�� She tried pleading nicely.� �I really believe that you telling him and
being with him now, in the situation he�s dealing with these days, is the best
thing that could happen to him and really make him happy again. �The same for you.�

�� I downed half my soda in an attempt
to avoid answering, but the Child of Love would not be denied and was glaring
at me with her own stubborn-as-a-mule expression.

�� Look,� I began, knowing when to
give in graciously � and hoping she�d drop it after.� �I only recently came to grips with it.� And I haven�t felt like recently has been a
good time to drop this particular bomb on him, especially with what he�s going through.� He�s got enough stress and things to think
about without having to deal with a best friend proclaiming love and lust for
him.�

�� And I still say that nothing but good would come of you telling him.�� She shot back.� Her wise, warm eyes studied me carefully,
seeing right through me.� I squirmed uncomfortably
under that gaze, because I knew she was listening to whatever little inner
voices came with her attribute, the ones that could loosely be termed �instinct.�� There�s something else.� You have reason to believe he might not be
receptive, otherwise you wouldn�t be quite so�secretive.�

�� Damn.� I gave her a weak version of my Ishida glare,
as I couldn�t come up with the strong one in the face of her abilities.� �Fine.�
You want to know?� He�s got
feelings for someone.� He told me about
it.� Not who, but I�m sure it isn�t me.�� My glare slowly morphed from weak to actual
anger.� It was all aimed at me, though,
and not at Sora, whose own expression became sympathetic and full of contrite
apology.� �Tell me, oh Chosen of Love,
how do I tell him I�m in love with him when I know he won�t return it?�

�� I�m sorry, Matt.�� Sora started to apologize but I shook my head
and kept talking.

�� But you know, as long as I keep his
friendship, it�ll be enough.� Nothing
will come between us, not even this because I won�t let it.� And I want him to be happy, too, Sora.�� My eyes bored into hers, willing her to
understand.� �Probably more than anyone else
� save Hikari.� Since I do, I sincerely
hope whoever the lucky bastard is, he�s smart enough to take Taichi on, and
worthy enough of Taichi�s affections.��
My hands fisted on the tabletop in voluntarily, so hard my knuckles
turned white and cracked threateningly.� �And
if he hurts my best friend, I�ll kill him.�

�� Sora blinked at me, somewhat
shocked.� �Only if you got to him
first.� I think all of us would want a
piece.� But forget that�� she raised a
questioning eyebrow at me.� �Him?� Taichi�s got a thing for a guy?�

�� Now I blinked.� Oops.� Taichi was gonna bust my balls but good if he
found out I spilled to Sora.� Flushing, I
hastily informed Sora of that.� �Yes, but
for the love of�me, please keep it to
yourself!� He finds out I leaked that info
and I won�t live long enough to tell him anything!�

�� Sora gave me an insulted look.� �Of course not.� You know better, Yamato.�

�� My answering smile was sheepish and
very embarrassed.

�� How do you know it isn�t you, then?�� She went on with her interrogation.� �I mean, he told you it�s a guy, but he didn�t
tell you who, exactly��

�� I frowned�because she had a
point.� That was all I really knew for sure.�
Then again, my instincts when
it came to Taichi never spoke of anything other than deep friendship.� I had enough of Sora in me to know when friendship bled into something more.� Which is precisely what I told her.

�� I�d know the difference.�� I insisted.�
�Besides, if it was me, then he had the perfect opportunity to tell me
when we were talking about it in the first place.�

�� Sora considered that for a moment,
thoughtfully sipping at her soda. �Then
she sighed.� �I can�t really say for sure
one way or another.� But Matt, sometimes
it�s easier to see things in others than it is to see things when it pertains
to ourselves.�� She reached across the
table and squeezed my arm.� �I get why
you don�t want to tell him, and I�m sorry I pushed.�

�� I shrugged.� �You were worried.� It�s okay.�
Now you know, so please, Sora, just let it lie?� Time will tell all.�

�� She nodded in agreement, giving me a
final pat.� �True.� Just�don�t give up hope, okay?� Besides,� a wicked gleam entered her
eyes.� �If he lets you get away he�s an
idiot.�

�� Laughing in wry amusement, I ordered
another soda.

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Kali Notes: Okay, so I
took pity on everyone after teasing you all so long.� You get a kiss!� Maybe not quite exactly the one we�re all
thinking of, but don�t worry!� That kind
is on the way soon�� Please R/R!!!!
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