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Stay Tuned As Life Continues For Others	By : DanielGar Category: Digimon > General Views: 1519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of the characters in the show. Nor do I money off of this story.

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Yutaka slammed the apartment door and tossed his jacket onto the floor and kicked his shoes off. The shoes bounced off the wall with a loud thud before becoming scattered on the floor. As he began to march to the kitchen a voice called from the living room, “Yutaka?” Yutaka ignored his friend’s call and snatched a case of beer out of the fridge. The glass violently rattled in the fridge as it was slammed shut.

“That was a rather quick date.” Akira said, “Everything go ok?”

“Fan-Fucking-Tastic!” Yutaka shouted. As soon as his bedroom door closed behind him, Yutaka began to chug a beer. The intoxicating liquid flowed through his mouth before he even had a chance to taste it. He made his way to the stereo and with the push of a few buttons music started, a loud scream accompanied with the twang of a guitar before the drums and bass drowned them out. Yutaka emptied the bottle before turning the music up louder.

After a few unanswered knocks, Akira opened Yutaka’s door. He saw the drummer sitting in a chair with his arms flailing around, playing the invisible drum set in front of him. What he also saw was two empty beer bottles on the floor and a third bottle tucked between his legs. Yutaka still wasn’t alerted to his presence yet, so he walked over to the stereo and turned the music down.

“I was listening to that!” Screamed Yutaka. As he jumped out of his chair the beer bottle between his legs hit the floor with an empty “clunk”.

“And so were the neighbors across the street.” Akira responded. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Yutaka grumbled.

Akira rolled his eyes, “So instead you would prefer to get shitfaced and get our asses evicted! Great plan.”

Yutaka simply shrugged, “Those would be problems for another day. Turn the music back up.”

Akira didn’t move.

“Now Akira!”

Akira shook his head.

Yutaka crouched down and grabbed the half drank case of beer. “Fine, enjoy the stick up your ass. I’ll just go to The Shed and play there.”

“Fine, but I’m coming too.” Akira responded.

“If you have to” was all Yutaka said before leaving.

Akira was glad that Yutaka had picked the The Shed to go to. It was the storage shed for their band equipment now and with no one else around it allowed them to practice there as well. Akira watched and listened as his friends pounded on the drums. Each beat was filled with anger, each symbol clang filled with frustration. Something happened on the date, but he didn’t know what. The only chance of making things better, and quieter was to find out what it was. Akira shouted, “What happened on your date Yutaka?”

At first Akira thought that Yutaka simply didn’t hear him. However once Yutaka started to play faster and harder he knew he was heard. Giving up on the previous tactic, now for one to calm Yutaka down, Akira joined in on the emotion. He turned on a few of his keyboards and began to play along with Yutaka. Minutes past and no words were spoken, not a break taken. Whenever the drums would slow down, Yutaka would drive himself to continue playing. It wasn’t until an hour after they had begun that Yutaka suddenly stopped.

Between a couple breaths Yutaka said, “He talked to him.”

Akira eyes shot around confused, “Who talked with who?”

Yutaka bashed a drumstick against a symbol sending out a loud “CLASH”! “Koushiro talked with my grandfather.”

Akira was taken aback. “Why?”

“I don’t know why, all I know is what they talked about.”

Akira leaned forward, “Which was?”

“His old, ‘Woe is me’ routine, I’m sure. “ Yutaka said starting to twirl his drumsticks around.

“He didn’t do the same thing to Koushiro as he did with Toni, and Sai, did he?” Akira asked.

Yutaka shook his head, “No, I’m sure that bastard did his homework and knew that Koushiro wasn’t that shallow.”

“Then what happened?”

Akira didn’t get an answer as Yutaka began playing again. It was to Akira’s great pleasure that they didn’t play for an hour straight. It was only ten minutes later that Yutaka stopped playing again. “He told Koushiro about my family.”

Akira gave Yutaka another confused look, “What does that have to do with anything?”

Yutaka let out a deep breath, and set his drumsticks down and stared at the drums for a while.

“It was because I hadn’t told him about them.” Yutaka mumbled.

Akira’s eyes widened. “What did you say?”

“I said I never told Koushiro about my family!” Yutaka growled back.

“I’m curious, the hell did that never come up?” asked Akira.

“Gee Akira let’s see. It’s because it’s the easiest fucking conversation to have with someone. Makes great dinner talk, party talk, and let’s not forget pillow talk.” Yutaka answered.

“I hate to say it man but you that’s kind of your bad.” Akira pointed out.

“DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT!” Yutaka shouted. “Don’t you think I know I’ve fucked up another relationship?” Yutaka then began to laugh. “Oh wait, but that’s not all. Did I tell you what else happened? Tonight while on our date, Takumi told Koushiro about my previous relationships and one-nighters.”

Akira’s jaw dropped, “Shit man that…”

“Is my fault too! I know!” Yutaka barked out. “I screwed up another great relationship with another outstanding person. Seems like the story of my fucking life. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go back home and drink until I forget all about it.” Yutaka reached for a bottle of beer and just as it touched his mouth, the bottle was jerked out of his hands. Instead of the bottle touching his lips, the bottle touched Akira’s.

Akira began to chug the beer down. He chugged down one gulp after another until he finished it. With a great sigh of pleasure, “Not without me you’re not.”

The next morning Yutaka woke up in a cloudy haze, and as he looked around his room through blurry eyes he smiled, fore he was content with his state of mind, or lack thereof. However in a dorm room only a quick bus ride away a young red haired college student awoke out of a light sleep. He noticed right away that his pillow was wet, but he knew why. It wasn’t because he had been drooling, instead he had been crying throughout the night. Both while he was awake and then while he was asleep. The tears had seemingly poured out of his eyes nonstop since he had entered his dorm room. He wiped his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, wondering if it would even be worth it to get out of bed that morning.

A knock came from the door but Koushiro ignored it. Instead of answering it he stared at the ceiling, wondering if the spots had always been there or if they were recently added by a leaky roof and a mold infestation.

Another knock came from the door. This time Koushiro responded by turning away from the door. As if giving the door the cold shoulder would suddenly encourage the door to make the person stop knocking to get back in his good graces.

A third knock came from the door. Kouhsiro turned back around and shot a glare at the door. It had failed him once again. “Koushiro, open up. It’s me Hina!” Koushiro sighed unexpectedly. Why did he feel disappointed that it was her knocking? “Is everything alright in there, Koushiro? Are you okay?”

Koushiro continued to lay in bed. He didn’t feel any desire to walk to the door and expend the energy necessary to unlock the door. In fact he didn’t feel like he had any energy or drive at all.

“Koushiro! I know you’re in there. I’ve heard you crying all night. Please let me in.” Hina called again.

Hina statement hit Koushiro like a slap in the face. While he knew he had been crying all night it simply hadn’t registered why and the impact the previous night had made. Oh, if only his younger self could see him now, how he had forsaken the intellectual path for one of heartbreak and emotion. Koushiro glanced at his laptop and it may have just been a trick of the light but he thought he saw dust covering it, even though it had been used the day before. Koushiro’s body shook, he had changed a lot since his youth, and look at what he had to show for it, a dusty laptop and a tear stained pillow.

Koushiro slid out of bed and into a pair of slippers. He looked down at his clothes and realized he was still dressed in his nice clothes from the night before. He scampered over to the door and unlocked the several locks on the door. Koushiro cracked the door open, “Greetings.”

Hina blinked a few times, “oh…umm…hi”. She then tried to look through the crack in the door, but the room was too dark to see much. “How are you doing?”

“Running on reserve power. Can I go now?” Koushiro began to shut the door.

Hina reached out and stopped the door from closing. “Wait! Are you okay? I’ve been hearing you cry. Is everyone alright? Is everyone in your family fine, like no one died, did they?”

Koushiro sighed, “To my knowledge everyone in my family is 100%.”

“Then what’s the matter?” Hina asked.

There was a brief pause.

Hina snapped her fingers, “You and Yutaka had a fight, didn’t you?”

Koushiro did respond.

Hina’s mouth then dropped and a gasp came out, “Yutaka didn’t break up with you did he!?!?”

Koushiro’s gaze drifted to the ground, “I don’t know. I haven’t had enough time to process all the information yet.”

“Oh….” Was all Hina said before the door was closed in her face. “Koushiro wait! Why are you talking so funny? Koushiro!”

But Koushiro didn’t go back to talk to his neighbor. Instead he went back to lie on his bed and stare up at the ceiling. Trying to figure out the ceilings issues, as well as his own.

Yutaka stared at the blank white screen of his laptop. He didn’t know where to start his paper, all he knew was that he needed a break. After all, one can only stare into emptiness for so long before going mad. He glanced at his cell phone charging by his bed. He stared at the phone. Watching. Thinking. Procrastinating. Yutaka sighed and turned to the lesser of two evils and starting typing.

Koushiro walked into his dorm room and gently set his backpack on his desk. He eagerly unzipped the bag and gently removed its contents. He had just returned from his parent’s apartment where he stayed just long enough to grab his old laptop. Koushiro gazed down at the yellow pineapple symbol before opening it. Once the laptop booted up Koushiro was drawn to the old photos he had stored on it. The picture that was taken in the digital world after defeating the Dark Masters and Apocalymon. Pictures that Hikari had sent to him from the younger generations adventures. But the ones that made him pause the longest were the ones taken for insurance purposes after a wild digimon destroyed one of the Teenage Wolves concerts. But one stood out from the rest, the picture of Yutaka mourning over his favorite drum set.

Yutaka laid in bed unable to sleep. He knew it wasn’t from something that he ate, or too much caffeine. Instead he knew it dealt with the phone that laid only a couple feet from him. He had completed his paper two days prior, and yet he still hadn’t called. To get any sleep that Yutaka knew what he had to do. He grabbed the phone and dialed Koushiro’s number. It rang once before Yutaka saw the time out of the corner of his eye. He hung up the phone.

Koushiro had just soldered the last pieces together for his school project when he let out a loud cheer. He looked around the room making sure he didn’t disturb anyone. But he hadn’t. Everyone had left the small workshop several hours earlier when it was supposed to have closed. Koushiro rubbed his eyes, he hadn’t been sleeping well the past week. And when he did sleep it was at his desk going through old pictures and notes. He had just started to clean his workspace when his cellphone rang. He saw the name ‘Yutaka’ only briefly as his phone had only rang once.

“Why don’t you go talk with him?” Takashi asked.

Yutaka muttered while flipping through an instrument catalogue, “Oh…well…you know.”

Takashi looked over his cash register at his friend, “No I don’t know.”

Yutaka kept staring at the catalogue, “Well he…”

“He what? Found out that you hadn’t been completely honest with him? Called you on your bullshit? Made you look like a dipshit in front of people?” Takashi quipped.

Yutaka jerked his out of the magazine. “Alright I get it I was a complete asshole! I’ve been told this already.”

“And yet it hasn’t sunk in.” Takashi said shaking his head.

“And to think I came to you for advice because you were supposed to be the nice one.” Yutaka said.

Takashi’s brother from down the counter chimed in, “He is the nice one. I would have told you all of that adding that you’re a complete dumbass. As well as kicked your ass out of the store until you get your sorry ass to his place and apologize before you lose the one nice thing that you have going for you.

“I mean I can’t believe I yelled at him on the street like that. We haven’t ever really fought like that. Sure a few minor squabbles, but that is common in all relationships isn’t it? I just don’t know if I can get over him lying to me like that. It wasn’t something minor like he lied about wanting to go somewhere. He lied to me about his family and all together didn’t mention his dozens of previous relationships. Can’t you see why I’m having such a hard time? Sure he lied but we also had some really great times. Didn’t we? He’s really funny and is actually very sweet. It’s like he really understands me in all sorts of ways. He makes me feel like no one else has before. The night that my dorm room was broken into he let me stay at his place. He held me against him as we laid in his bed, and when he realized that I couldn’t sleep he took my mind off of it. That man’s tongue is prodigious! Which looking back is quite likely the experience he has gained from his previous lovers, that I’ve been complaining about but…”

“Umm Koushiro…” Jyou said tapping his red haired friend on the shoulder. “If you could fix my computer I would appreciate it. I have homework that needs to be submitted my midnight.”

“Oh, right. My apologies Jyou.” Koushiro said blushing. He then turned the desk chair back to the computer and started to work.
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