Yamato could still remember those sweet nights, when he and Taichi would sneak off from the rest of the group and talk or...do more. His thoughts danced a little, back to when his lips first touched Taichi's in an innocent kiss...
The rain came down vehemently, hissing and spitting at the word below. Both the blonde and brunette boys were soake dthrough their clothes, their hair sticking to their faces, the water dripping down over their eyes. It was a transcendant night, the kind you remember for awhile, and base all beauty on.
Yamato's eyes sparkled in an other-worldly manner; he sighed. he wanted more than anything for Taichi to realize that he loved him.
The two boys stared at each other for a long while, at a loss for adequate words. Each one knew that whatever was said could be easily argued, and so there was only one logical thing either of them could've said..."I love you". But stubborness runs rampant in situtaions like that; who really wants to be the first to admit their feelings? Yamato knew what he felt. Taichi knew what he felt. But still not a word was spoken.
The heavy rain beat down as they tried to look deep into one anothers minds, to figure out some weak point as so which to verbally attack. Yamato's mind soon tired of these games, though, and he began to want more than ever to just grab up Taichi and kiss him wildly, as he could only imagine. The younger boy sensed this within Yamato, that his mind wasn't running the same way his own was.
Breaking the permeating silence, Yamato declared, "You know this stubborness isn't going to get us anywhere. I've got things to say to you, and I know you have things to say to me. I'm tired of all this secrecy...God, can't one of us just admit what we both know?"
Taichi was taken aback, "Wh-what do we both know?"
Yamato sighed, the blood rushing to his cheeks in a barely-blush, "Love. I think we know it in each other".
Taichi stood still for a moment, pondering this, "Are you trying to tell me you love me, Yamato?"
The blonde boy nodded hesitantly, "There. I'm tired of hiding things. That's an absolute truth".
Taichi lifted his small fragile head up to meet his lips with Yamato's. His skin was warm, and it pleasured Taichi to be able to touch him. The world seemed to darken around the two of them, as if the rain had disappeared, the sky disappeared, and all that was left were two souls, lonely no more.
Yamato's head snapped up, he had been caught in some surreal dream state again. He tried to clear his mind of those wonderful thoughts of Taichi and him together, to rid his brain of his sweet rememberance of just how Taichi's lips tasted. He didn't want to think about that now, he didn't want to give himself that pleasure.
His hand haphazardly wandered to his back, and he felt the spear tied onto him. Something quivered inside of him, and he felt like he would be needing it sometime soon. He let go of it quickly, having pricked his finger with it's sharp edge. As the pain slowly set in, he watched the crimson blood secrete from his finger, glistening with an edge of silvery white under the sun. He lifted his finger to his mouth, the single drop of blood hitting his tongue. It tasted bitter, like he imagined death would; still he kept sucking on his finger.
He stood up, and walking out onto the open plain, thought to himself how that when he and Taichi were together, it wasn't all happiness and peace. He could also remember the struggles of figuring out their emotions, the lying, the beating around the truth, and worse of all, their fight.
He closed his deep blue eyes, blocked out the sight of the world entirely, and in a breathe, spoke, "I am settled, and bend up, Each corporal agent to this terrible feat, away and mock the time with fairest show...", and then, reaching far inside of him all of his anger and resentment, screamed at the top of his lungs, "False face must hide what the false heart doth know!"
Takeru had heard that, far back at the treehouse. It wasn't unusual for Yamato to get poetic in his times of anger. He looked down at his his hands and sighed, he knew what was wrong.
Yamato was weary, although it was only midday. He decided to sleep for awhile, out on the savannah, and take care of other problems when he awoke...
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Mimi was likely to explode from all of the hormones she was caging inside of herself. She couldn't help but stare at Sora's body, her thin figure, her coy smiles directed at Koushiro, and she had come to deeply love her self-assertiveness, and yet also her certain sweet naievete that would show through when she thought nobody was critiquing her. She had a carefree whim to her, which Mimi both worshipped, and envied.
Her thoughts of Sora were soon broken by the older girl's comment, "I really do hope we meet up with Taichi and the rest of the group again. I guess you just don't realize you miss someone until you don't know when you'll meet them again".
Mimi was on fire, how could Sora still be so in love with Taichi when he barely noticed her anymore. 'I'm right here Sora! Right in front of you! And...you still can't see me', Mimi thought to herself, and hope she held slowly feathered off. 'Well, I'm here if you want me...', she added sadly, looking off in the other direction of Koushiro and Sora, so as no one would see the physical state of pain welling up below her eyelids.
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Taichi opened his eyes back up, he hadn't realized they were closed as he walked. It was an exhausting morning, full of walking, walking, and still more walking. His eyes stung a little under the bright sun, but he couldn't miss what was before him. A tall figure, shirtless, a pointed diagonal extension behind him, his hair a terrible mess. It was the silhouette of Yamato. Taichi's mouth lay open, he couldn't believe his eyes were finally set on Yamato again. It had been so long.
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