Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ French Postcards. ❯ Part 2. ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimers: Don't own Digimon and I probably never will. *Sobs*

Warnings: Shounen ai, Yamachi and Kensuke. Tai in drag.

When Yamato and Tai came back from swimming they found the cabin was pretty much quiet with the exception of the TV on. Miyako was watching some talk show and they could hear her give her occasional opinion of the guests as the two older teenagers left their flip-flops by the door. Daisuke and Ken were out of sight and Tai mused they were getting into some kind of trouble. The brunette was enjoying his weekend without all the others more then he thought he would. It gave him a chance to be around his best friend without other people around like they used to before Yamato had started to date Sora. The brunette gave a scowl to the absent girl.

" Honey, I'm home! " Tai called out into the cabin, pushing Sora from his mind and tossed his towel over the back of a chair in the kitchen.

" Welcome back, guys. I was beginning to think you and Yamato were growing gills, " Miyako said, popping her head into the kitchen, " I see you've gotten some more color, Tai. "

" Yeah. Sun bathing here is great. Where's Daisuke and Ken? It's so quiet, it's eerie, " Tai said, " They even up? "

" Yes, they are, but they're a little busy at the moment, " Miyako said. She looked at her watch and a smirk spread over her face, " They've been busy since one this afternoon. "

Tahiti's mouth dropped open, " You mean they… "

" Yep, they've finally told each other how they fell, " she grinned and opened the fridge,

" Soda?"

Yamato took one and sat on a stool. Tai shook his head and chuckled, " Dude, about time. So whadda do to make them hook up? Lock them in the closet or something? "

The purple haired girl shook her head, " Nope, but I have the feeling I think I know where that missing photo went. "

" What photo? " Yamato asked.

" Err-nothing! " Miyako said quickly and pretended to find something in the fridge fascinating. The two older boys looked at each other and shrugged.

Tai grinned and held up his can of soda, " Well, here's to their new found relationship! May it last long and stay PG around us! "

" And for the single members of the team to find boyfriends! " Miyako added, clinking her can with his.

" And for us with relationships to last forever, " Yamato said. Tai snorted and glanced away when the blonde cast him a look.

" Nani, Tai? "

" Nothing! "

" Something's been bothering you ever since we left to come up here. What is it? " Yamato asked.

Tai twirled his can around in his hands, chewing on his lip. Should he tell Yamato? Would he dare? That he knew Sora was cheating on his best friend with Mimi? It was something the brunette had discovered by accident and hadn't let anymore know what he knew. Koushiro and Jyou would just tell him to tell Yamato, but Tai was torn about that. He loved the blonde more then anything and only wanted his happiness. And dating Sora made him happy. But happiness built upon lies, was that right? Yamato had been very moody ever since they had started high school and Tai didn't want to start a fight with his best friend.

" It's-it's nothing, Yama, " Tai replied and downed the rest of his soda.

" Tai, " the blonde pushed. It was so clear something was bothering his best friend and Yamato hated to see Tai bothered. Turmoil didn't suit his usual cheerful and loud friend.

" It said it's nothing, Yamato! Don't push me! " Tai snapped.

" Okay! Fine! Don't bit my head off! " Yamato retorted. The two stood there glaring at each other. Miyako just rolled her eyes at the 'couple's squabble.' This repressing on both sides wasn't doing them any good. Tai dropped his eyes and pressed his forehead onto the tile counter.

" Gomen, Yamato. I guess I'm just tired, " he said, telling a half truth, " Sunbathing makes me sleepy. "

" It's okay, man, but if something's bothering you, Tai, don't be afraid to tell me and get it off your shoulders. I'm here for you, man, " Yamato smiled. The brunette smiled lazily up at him, resting his chin on the counter. Miyako smiled, reached out, and started to play with the boy's wild hair. Tai gave a happy little sigh and inclined up into her hand like a happy cat. Yamato watched out of the corner of his eye as Miyako played with his best friend's hair and at the purring cat like look on the boy's face. Tai's rich brown hair was still slightly damp; one wouldn't think it was soft to the touch with how wild it looks. The blonde traced his eyes down the boy's cute, perfect nose, to the long eyes lashes resting upon rich tanned cheeks, and down to Tai's kissable lips.

' I can't think like that! ' Yamato thought, snapping out of his train of thoughts, ' I'm going out with Sora after all. I should be happy, right? ' Yes, he was going out with a wonderful girl, Tai was his best friend, and his right hand should not be wanting to run its fingers through Tai's hair like Miyako was free to do.

" Tai, you look tired, " Miyako spoke up.

" Mmm, a little. Maybe I'll go take a nap, but I'm too comfortable at the moment to move, " Tai said, " Keep doing that, Miya. "

" How 'bout you turn around so you're not pressing your chest into the counter and I'll give you a nice head massage that'll make you sleep better, " Miyako said. She sat up on the counter behind Tai with her legs on either side of the boy and had Tai rest against her, sitting on his stool,

" 'Sides, you've got such nice hair. It's so soft and silky. "

" My pride and joy. Yamie thinks I'm so vain about my hair 'cause I won't let hair spray or gel get within a foot near it, " Tai chuckled.

" Tai, don't call me Yamie. I hate that nickname, " Yamato grumbled.

" Aw, he's just jealous that he doesn't have hair as great as mine, " the brunette chuckled.

" Right, I am so jealous, " Yamato grinned.

" That's what he said, " Miyako smiled as she continued to massage her fingertips about the boy's scalp and through his hair.

" Mmm…" Tai sighed deeper and just about melted under Miyako's treatment. It felt so nice. He wondered what it would be like if Yamato to massage his head. ' Yeah right, Tai. Never in a million years. '

Yamato watched as Tai melted under the girl's touch. There was a look of absolute joy and pleasure on his face. Yamato felt himself getting a little jealous at the sight of Miyako's closeness to his best friend. All the times he had to get Tai's head into a headlock and noggied the boy just to feel his hair, something he liked best about the boy, where Miyako could openly do so without Tai being disgusted. Life wasn't fair.

' I'm doing it again! Acting all jealous like Tai was my boyfriend instead of my friend! ' Yamato thought, ' Do I like him more then my friend? '

Tai was in heaven. His head was slumped back, resting against Miyako's belly and a strange sound began to vibrate deep from his throat. Miyako and Yamato looked at each other and back at the brunette.

" Tai? Are you purring? " She asked.

" M-hm, " Tai replied in a relaxed voice, " Something I picked up from Gatomon. Only really do it when I feel really good. "

Miyako smiled, " And, baby, don't you feel good? "

" Mmm… Better then band boy groping, " Tai replied with a chuckle and closed his eyes.

" Tai! " Yamato cried, his face a lovely shade of red. The brunette wasn't listening, though. His head tipped to the side slightly and his breathing evened out. Tai was fast asleep.

" Works every time, " Miyako grinned and cast a glance towards the blonde, " Oh, Mat, you know he's only teasing you. It's a hobby of his. Trying to get a rise out of you and you rise to the bait every time. "

" Hmph! " Was Yamato's reply. It was true, though. No one got to him like Tai could. Not even Sora who was suppose to be his girlfriend, but she never graced the blonde with the same kind of special attention like his best friend would. Usually it was Tai who would first greet him when they were all together or Yamato would be the first person Tai asked for his opinion. And then there was that flirty teasing. The brunette's actions made Yamato wonder. Was it possible that Tai might care about him more then as a friend? Was all the teasing and flirting a way for Tai to tell him how he felt not directly?

Yamato looked back at the sleeping boy. Miyako was still running her fingers through his hair. Okay, enough was enough. " I'll take him to his room. "

Miyako looked up and smiled ever so, " Aren't you the good friend. "

He looked at her. Was she teasing him? Or did she mean something else by that? Did she know his real reason as to why he offered to take Tai to his room? 'Cause he was jealous and wanted Miyako away from him?

As Yamato lifted his best friend onto his back, Miyako remarked casually, " Ya know? As the holder of digimetal of Love, I can sense when someone is in love with another. That's how I was able to know I'd never have a chance with Ken because I could sense his love for Daisuke. I also sense similar feelings, stronger then friendship, from you to Tai. A lot stronger then the one's for Sora. "

Yamato said nothing and turned away. Tai wasn't any heavier then Sora.

" I think you should stop lying to yourself and tell him, " Miyako called.

" I think you should mind your own business, " Yamato said, turning to look at her, " I'm going out with Sora. "

" Whatever. All I'm saying is you should take a look at your feelings because I can tell Tai cares very deeply for you. A hell of a lot more then Sora ever could, " Miyako said, " In fact; you should ask her why she didn't come. You might be surprised. "

The older blonde turned and continued down the hall, but Miyako's words stuck with him. He carried Tai into his room. The brunette was sleeping peacefully, his cheek pressed against Yamato's shoulder. Yamato crossed over to the boy's bed and laid him down, removing his sneakers and soaks before changing Tai into dry clothes. A faint blush rose to the blonde's cheeks as he kept from peeking. Sure he had had seen the boy in the buff before, but this time felt different. Tai's skin was warm from the sun and surprisingly soft. He rolled onto his side and tucked an arm under his head. Yamato openly admired the sight for a moment longer before he turned to leave and make a phone call.

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