Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Unspeakable ❯ Tangle in the Night ( Chapter 2 )

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Unspeakable
Chapter 2: Tangle in the Night


Observing the crowd before me, I moved forward slightly so that my mouth hovered before the microphone.

"This next song is to a very special person," I said, quickly looking down at my fingers as they stroked my bass guitar.

My eyes lifted to meet with Taichi's as I sung, noticing him sitting with our friends, Sora and Koushiro. They were glancing left and right, whilst Taichi and I held eye contact for a few moments.

The small Café was filled to its maximum, hardly leaving any seats for onlooking passerbyers. Many of the people were recognized as fans from my school and others were probably from the local college a few blocks east of here. There was a man sitting in the corner, looking much more formal than the other customers. He was staring intently at the five of us on stage, rubbing the side of his coffee cup with his left hand whilst writing something on a note pad with his right.

The sudden awareness jolted me, resulting in an off-key sound passing through the speakers. Mentally cursing, I didn't allow the distraction bring me down. I couldn't be responsible for my band not succeeding with this record deal.

Meeting my eyes with Taichi once more, I began to sing into the microphone, using his presence as a fuel of inspiration. The rest of the song went along smoothly, ending with appreciative clapping as it ended. I smiled and bowed respectively, turning to help pack up our instrument with everyone else.

"Sorry for the screw up," I said, sighing as I gently set my guitar in its case.

"Screw up? What screw up?" Ren asked, his hands up in the air. It had always been his way of dealing with the unfavorable; act as if it didn't happen.

Kairu rolled his eyes and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about it."

I noticed the usual poetry readers beginning to set up their own stools and other such things. Glancing back, most of the crowd was purchasing more coffee and lattés to sip on during the poetry session. Taichi smiled and waved, and I returned the notion.

"So when do we find out about the deal?" Shou asked.

"I'm not sure," Ren said, frowning. He glanced past me, as if hoping the man would come on cue like it always happened in the movies. "Hopefully he'll find us and give us word."

"Well if he doesn't end up talking to us, obviously that means a defeat," Kenta said. He began taking our loaded stuff towards his dark blue van that had painted graffiti on the back. My mother always frowned upon it because it was a swear word, but it couldn't be helped because none of us had the money to help Kenta paint over it.

I glanced up to see the man walking towards the door. "He's leaving."

"He's probably meeting us out back," Ren said. After a moment, he frowned. "I think I'll run after him."

I nodded and watched him descend. Picking up my guitar case, I walked off the small stage and stole a seat next to Taichi.

"You were wonderful out there!" he said, placing a hand on top of my arm. It was warm, comforting, nonetheless. It gave that excitement in my heart that I loved, but must conceal.

"I screwed up on my solo bit." Frowning slightly, I took a hold of Taichi's coffee cup and sipped it. My face screwed tightly and I set it down. "It's so tasteless."

"Well excuse me if I don't like black coffee," he said, shaking his head. His hand rubbed softly on my arm, and he seemed unaware of how it was making me feel.

"Where's Kou and Sora?"

"They had to leave. Think I can catch a ride with you guys?"

I nodded and motioned for him to stand. "We should find them, then."

As we walked through the back entrance, grim faces wore on my band mates. They shuffled their feet as I asked the impending question of: "We didn't get the record deal, did we?"

Kairu shook his head, sighing loudly. "Ren gave us this note."

I peered down to see Kairu grasping a white piece of paper. Probably the one I had witnessed the man writing on. "What does it say?"

"You better not look," Ren said, earning himself a stab in the gut from Kairu.

"Why not?" I asked. "Is it my entire fault we didn't get it?"

"Of course not!" Kenta said. He turned to Kairu. "If he's ever going to become a better bass player, then let him read it."

Unwillingly, Kairu handed the note to me. I took it, stepping back under the dim light the street lamp provided.

Teenage Wolves
Lack incentive
Drummer out of beat
Guitarist good
1st bass good
Lead singer has nice voice
Lead singer needs to learn to play his bass
Keyboardist satisfactory

Blinking, I crumbled the note and threw it on the ground. "I'm sorry."

"Yamato, we're just young. None of us expected to be good enough," Ren said softly.

"I did and I was the worst out of the lot of you."

"No, you weren't! He said you have a nice voice. We all need to work on our performance. 'Good' isn't enough and neither is 'satisfactory'. So far, you got the best comment," Shou said.

"You know they're right, Yama," Taichi said. "Now let's go home. It's freezing!"

Forcing a smile, I climbed into the van next to Kairu. I sat on his lap momentarily until Taichi came in. I proceeded to sit on his lap because Kairu was much to skinny to hold me, even though I was known to be light as a feather.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

I nodded and leaned back against him, closing my eyes until the tires screeched in a motion of movement. Thoughts of vexation drifted through my mind until the tires screeched again in a moment of pause. At first, I thought Kenta almost drove through a red light, but realized we were already home. Perhaps I almost fell asleep. Taichi shifted underneath me, and as I tried to stand myself, the attemption was failure. Suddenly, I was being picked up. Taichi was carrying me! He must have assumed I was asleep.

I peaked my eyes open, staring as Taichi pressed the button for the elevator. When we were inside, he sighed and chuckled softly. Confused, I looked up at him.

"You're up," he said, smiling as he set me to my feet.

I nodded and yawned, leaning against his shoulder. Usually, I would keep rigid when Taichi made any signs of affections--always had the fear that I might become aroused or do something that isn't normal--but was too tired to care. Thinking about it, everything I feel for Taichi is abnormal.

The elevator made the annoying bell sound, signaling that we reached our desired floor. Taichi took out the keys and put a finger to his mouth before unlocking the door. Walking inside, it was completely dark. Taichi waited until I was in before he shut the door, engulfing us both into utter darkness. The light from the window was hardly an assistance, for it was much too late outside for it to even have any light possessed.

"Coffee table!" he whispered, taking a hold of my wrist.

I stuck my foot out, feeling one of the legs to the wooden table. "Thanks."

I continued to walk through the room, towards the hallway. Taichi's grasp was still on my own, reminding me of where things were. Perhaps my drowsiness was too overwhelming. At one point, I almost ran into the wall, which caused Taichi to sigh.

"That's it!" he whispered loudly. I suddenly felt my small frame being scooped into his stronger one, lifting me tucked into his chest for the second time that night. "You are a klutz!"

"I am not," I said, allowing my head to fall against his chest.

"Yes you are," he said. "Lucky for you it isn't me who's tired because I don't think you could pick me up."

I smiled and opened my eyes, noticing the pink pin on one of the doors. Hikari's room was next to ours. Before I realized it, I was being set in the bottom bunk.

"Sleep well," Taichi said, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

Perhaps it was the drowsiness, or maybe the atmosphere, but I did something most unexpected for the both of us. Reaching forward, I cupped my hands around his cheeks. Slowly, I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him very gently on the lips. As I pulled away, a mere gasp escaped my throat. Taichi said nothing. He proceeded to stand and take off his shirt before climbing the short ladder to his own bed. I simply watched as a pair of pants sailed past my bunk, landing on the floor with hardly a noise to spare.

Trying to fall asleep was difficult, for I couldn't stop imagining Taichi's half nude under the covers. Nor could I escape the images that I wanted to occur.

***

The next morning, my mother told me to awaken Taichi. I expected him to say something about the recent night, but he never spoke about it. Instead, he greeted me with his usual grogginess and went into the washroom to shower.

By this point, I knew something was wrong with me. Never before did I think I would actually begin wanting my brother in such a forbidden way. It was also beginning to become unbearable for me to conceal those feelings, for he was so beautiful.

End of Chapter 2

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