Dislcaimer: I do not own Digimon. I merely use the characters of Digimon for entertainment purposes.

Warning: This story, "Pictures" contains yaoi. Yaoi is a japanese term meaning malexmale sexual relationships. If you don't like yaoi, don't read the story.

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plain text in flashback = thoughts

        Twenty two year old Taichi Kamiya walked into his old room, holding a suitcase. He was home. He hadn’t been home in nearly two years. Since he moved to America three years ago, he hardly had the time to go back home, not that he was in a hurry to do so. He looked around the room, it was just like how he remembered it to be. He put the suitcase down and went over to lay down on the bed. He looked to the wall against his bed and saw that the pictures he taped on five years ago were still there. He sat up to get a closer look. He laughed at some of them. One picture had Koushiro in a bed, sleeping and covered in whipped cream. He remembered that moment very well. He and Jyou quietly put whipped cream in Koushiro’s hand then tickled his face with a feather, causing him to put whipped cream all over his face. There was another picture of him that he’d like to forget, but remembered all too well. He lost a bet to Daisuke and Iori and had to walk around shirtless for ten minutes with the words “I touch myself” written across his chest. And the worst of the bet was that he had to sing the song “I Touch Myself” at the top of his lungs until his ten minutes were up. That was the most humiliating time in his life. He laughed and began to look at the other pictures. He stopped laughing, his expression melancholy, when he saw one picture. It was of he and Yamato. They both had goofy expressions. Yamato made a funny face and had his arm around his shoulders . Taichi also made a funny face and made a peace sign with his left hand and bunny ears above Yamato’s head with his right hand. He traced Yamato’s face on the picture with his index finger. Even though he looked ridiculous with his eyes crossed and his tongue sticking out, he was still beautiful. He was always so beautiful.
        Taichi growled and scolded himself for thinking about him again. Why couldn’t he stop thinking like that? “Because you love him, idiot.” a voice said inside his head. Yes he did love him, he *still* loves him. He had been in love with him for more than ten years. And what did he do about it when he realized it? Nothing. Not a single thing. When he was twelve, the age he became friends with Yamato, he was unsure of what these feelings he had for Yamato were. He wasn’t sure if what he felt was mere friendship, attraction or something much more. So he tried his best to act as normal as possible around Yamato, and hide those strange feelings inside him. As he grew older though, he recognized those feelings. He knew now that he always loved Yamato, even if he didn’t recognize those feelings at first. He remembered that day when he finally tried to confess his feelings. He could still remember every detail of that moment vividly.

        “Tai?” asked Agumon, walking into his room, interrupting Taichi’s thoughts. “What are you doing?”
        Taichi looked away from the picture and looked at his digimon, “Nothing.”
        Agumon sat next to him on the bed and looked at the picture Taichi was looking at. “You can be a crappy liar, sometimes,”
        Taichi sighed and laid on the bed, his back facing Agumon.
        “Have you told him you were coming?”
        Silence.
        Agumon took that as a no and jumped over Taichi to look him straight in the eyes. He could see a lot of sadness and pain in those brown eyes. A sadness that had been buried and hidden for nearly half of his friend’s life. He sometimes hated Yamato for causing his friend so much pain. And he also felt angry at Taichi for letting this go on for so long. He could see Taichi’s true feelings ever since Taichi was twelve years old. He knew Taichi too well. He was almost certain Yamato felt the same way, the chemistry between them was too apparent. But then Sora came into the picture. Her and Yamato being a couple was a big surprise for him. There had been no indication that Yamato and Sora even wanted to become a couple. He remembered that day of Yamato’s concert like it happened yesterday. What he remembered most was the look on Taichi’s face when he saw Sora standing before the door. He looked like he just lost his best friend. Which was true, in a way. He watched in sadness as he pretended to be happy and pushed Sora towards the door.
        He wanted to put Nair in Sora’s shampoo and super glue in Yamato’s hair gel for making Taichi miserable. He had never seen Taichi in that much pain before. Sure, he was acting normal all night, but he knew. He always had a sixth sense when it came to Taichi. He could read him like a book. But he knew it wasn’t Sora’s fault. They both knew that. He remembered what happened after the concert was over, when they went home.

        Agumon sat down and continued to look at Taichi. He wiped a tear that escaped from Taichi’s eyes gently with his claw. Agumon saw him smile, silently thanking him. He nodded, wishing he could do more. Over the past three years, he had lived with Taichi in Hawaii, occasionally staying at the Digiworld from time to time. He knew one reason why Taichi had moved was to stay away from Yamato and Sora. Those two were beginning to take their relationship more seriously, and he knew how much it hurt Taichi to see that. When Taichi got a scholarship at the Hawaii Academy of Arts, one of the best art schools in America, he jumped at the chance. Agumon knew he couldn’t stop him from leaving. Agumon knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Taichi to sharpen his art skills and he couldn't pass it up.
        Even though Taichi was miserable inside, he did not spend all day moping around, hating his life. Living in Hawaii was great for the both of them. The weather was wonderful all year and the people were so friendly. It made them feel so relaxed and he knew that this was good for Taichi. Maybe Taichi needed to go away and do something for himself for once. They had a lot of fun. They had had fun in paradise, but they both knew it couldn't last forever.
        When Taichi completed his third year of school a month ago, Agumon saw this as the perfect opportunity. He loved seeing Taichi smile, but he knew he wasn’t truly happy. Hawaii had made Taichi temporarily forget about his best friend in Japan, but Agumon knew Taichi had to face him sometime. After weeks of trying to convince Taichi to go back home, he had finally relented. So now here they were, back in Taichi’s old room, staring at each other, wondering what to do now.

To be continued...