Sora and Taichi = BEST Friends, nothing more.

~~Please read first chapter. It was revised to fit future plans for this fanfic.~~

(Sabi rocks!!) Thank you to all my reviewers of my original chapter one of The Godfather! I’m sorry I went and changed it a bit on you all, but I think I like it better this way. Some drama, and a lil bit of my stupid humor XP

Welsh Chick- I appreciate your review, and your teaching me welsh XD Diolch!

Neo-chan- I’m continuing! ^___^

Sillie- Yes, I love yamachi, and don’t worry. Not too much Yama-angst. Just enough to make Tai seme-ish for a chapter or two ^^;

Kiriska- Thank you for reminding me! Small disclaimer: EVERYONE! I DON’T OWN THE SONG SUPER DRIVE! Anyway, thanks for the advice... I didn’t realize my mistake. ^^;;; I’m looking over the second chapter right now... Your not going to like it, once you read the first sentence. GOMEN-NASAI!! It’s my first time trying to write a story with any kind of depth at all! I know I’m skipping (big) periods of time, but these are the parts that are important... XD I hope its not that bad... I’ll try harder. Thanks again for reviewing, and I hope I can give you something worth reviewing again in following chapters! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Godfather The different shades of Love By InnocentWolf

The time between finding out about Sora’s pregnancy and halfway through the ninth month had flown by. School had kept all of us busy. Thank any higher being out there that summer break was on its way! I don’t know if my brain can take any more of this torture. Final exams are making me a little bit nervous, but I think I’ll do okay.... I have Yamato, Sora, and Koushirou to study with, and they’re all whizzes at school. Sora had been home-schooling for the past few months, so everything she had difficulties with was explained and drilled into her head until she was an expert at it. Yamato had a bunch of notes that he took throughout the year that could help us. I don’t know how he did it. Him and Koushirou never fell asleep during class... How is that physically possible? Anyway, as for Kou-kun, he’s just smart, so studying will go by fast between the four of us. If I don’t slow them down. I’m not the brightest bulb in the... uhm... lightbulb... holder...

“...and that’s how you find the width of the rectangle in simplest radical form,” came Koushirou’s voice through mixed, clouded thoughts. I must have given him a clueless look because he heaved an exasperated sigh and shut the book. Yamato just continued to thumb through his notes with Sora copying random things over his shoulder. “Tai, have you been studying at all?” With a smug gaze in Kou’s direction, I nodded an affirmative, and continued to doodle in my notebook.

He rolled his eyes and threw his pencil at me. I stuck my tongue out.

“‘Kay. It’s official. My brain is exhausted. I think it’s time to pack it up. I have band practice in an hour anyway.” Yamato packed his books away into his backpack, and kissed my cheek. He waved to Sora and Kou-kun before walking out the door.

My eyes followed his exit, and I knew I was pouting.

Sora struggled to stand, and I immediately jumped to her aid. “I guess you have to leave too?” I questioned, still pouting. She nodded briefly, and I gathered her things as well as Koushirou’s, and handed the load to him. “You walkin’ her home?” A nod.

“Alright... Leave me if you must!” I threw an arm over my eyes dramatically and gave a sad sigh. “I’ll just have to study all by my lonesome.”

“Tai, stop being stupid. We’ll be back tomorrow to study again anyway.” Sora said severely.

“Be careful on your way home...” I replied wearily.

“Relax. It’s 3pm on a Saturday. Even rapists and pickpocketers are taking a break today. It’s to hot to do otherwise.”

And with that, the two red-heads left me to myself, my thoughts, and my fridge.

* * *

I made myself a late lunch, and I contemplated Koushirou’s words as he was leaving, and I couldn’t help but disagree. Rapists don’t take holidays. Ever. They never take breaks from screwing with other people’s minds, or their bodies. Yamato taught me that, the night he cried himself to sleep, head resting in my lap, just a few months ago. Such a serious lesson he taught me, yet we haven’t spoken about it since...

And that hurts a lot.

Yamato never liked it when others glimpsed his weaknesses, but I always seemed to be the one he willingly allowed himself to drop facades in front of. He came to me. He talked to me. He never just avoided the subject, he spoke his mind whenever the situation called for it.

Just like the first time, on the island with Frigimon... We’ve changed a lot since then. Yamato and I beat the crap out of each other over something stupid, as usual. We rolled down a hill, still with hands fisted and painful intentions. His punches were slower than mine, and he almost seemed... distracted. We had only stopped when I noticed something strange about him. Something that I had never seen or expected from him before...

His eyes glistening with tears.

That moment was the moment I figured out that he was trying to hurt me, to let out the frustration of worrying about Takeru. He worried for his little brother. Just like I would have been if Hikari-chan had gone with us. He protected Takeru because his little sibling was the world to him.

And I felt the same way about Hikari.

His love... was intriguing... and I felt something towards him...

Lost in my moment of realization, I gazed at my reflection in his eyes. At the same time, I saw two pairs of eyes, one pair brown, the other, hued with the deepest blue that seemed to go on forever. Both pairs were sad. Scared. Maybe even... affectionate for the other they fixedly stared at. I knew then, he saw the same thing in my eyes...

That was the moment I discovered I wasn’t the only one in the world who protected, loved, and cared for my younger sibling’s life more than my own. That was the moment I realized the bond we shared. That was the moment I realized there was room in my heart for more...

And then I fell in love with him.

Ever since that day in the digital world, my problems were Yamato’s, and his were mine. Thats why I was miserable when he just avoided telling me anything. Now, his problems are his own... and mine are just mine.

He’s killing me slowly...

And I still love him.

I hope he still loves me, but I can never be sure what’s going on in his head let alone his heart.

Although, he looks apologetic every time he evades “talking”. Every time he doesn’t voice his stresses. Every time he flinches when I touch his arm. Every time he cancels plans with me claiming he’s busy, he is sorry.

I have news for him. I don’t want him to be sorry. I just want things the way that they used to be. We were closer then.

I sigh inwardly, and let my emotions and thoughts just stop and float out of me. Enough wallowing. Enough memories. I’m left with an empty mind, and all I hear is the echoing of my inner-sigh reverberating off the insides of my head.

I felt numb for a short time, until my brain couldn’t stand to be quiet anymore.

I almost yelled at myself. I’m acting like such a sissy.

‘You’re just overreacting, you jerk. Get some balls.’ I think to myself.

I stood quickly, and stretch my limbs. ‘I need to go on a jog,’ I decide, quickly, I grab my running shoes and set off.

* * * 6:03:23 p.m.
My heart pounds against my ribcage. I feel as if its about to break through, and jump out of my chest. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I feel it surge in my legs along with the feeling of white hot blades stabbing deep into my calves. But the will to keep going numbs it all. The power of my mind makes me forget the pain, the wind whips at me relentlessly and I feel as if I’m flying.

‘Just another block. I got this far, I could keep it up for just one more block...’

One block later,

‘I feel great, powerful even. I can stand another block... I can stop whenever I want anyway...’

Another block passes,

‘Last block, I swear...’

I push myself hard, I know. But I also feel its necessary. I carry the weight of my team, my coach, and my family’s expectations on my shoulders. Not to mention my own. I have to stay in shape for soccer after all.

Every once in a while, I run for a more significant reason though.

Running takes my mind off of things. It lets me escape.

So I keep running.

And maybe one day... I’ll find out what I’m running away from...

Or... who I’m running from.

My legs carry me home, my mind no longer in control, my will dissipating with every step closer I get to my house. The pain returns. To my legs. To my mind. To my heart.

Love bites.

* * * 4:37:28 a.m.
Ringing in the distance... How obnoxious. “Somebody shut that damned thing off!” I shout. Then I sat up with a start, my comforter wrapped around my body like a burrito. I glance over at my clock. “Grmnnnn. It’s too early in the morning to get phone calls.” Seeing as how my parents installed a phone line in my room, I know the phone call is for me. ‘Screw that. I’m trying to sleep.’ The answering machine clicked on.

“Tai? I know you’re there. Pick up the phone!!” hissed the voice.

“Idon’twanna,” I mutter dumbly to the phone.

“Pick-up-the-PHONE!!!”

My sleep-deprived mind managed to get me as far as to pick up the phone. I managed a grunt, but articulation isn’t something to expect from me at FOUR THIRTY IN THE FREAKIN’ MORNING!!!

“Tai?”

“Nnnn.”

“It’s Yamato.”

“Nnn-hmm.”

“We...we have to... talk...”

‘Uh-oh.’ My eyes widened. Those are the four worst words ever spoken... Nothing good ever follows, ‘we need to talk.’ Is he going to break up with me? Looks like the shit has hit the fan (1).

End of Chapter 2

**************************************************************************** ************************ (1) It was already a shit-situation, and it just got worse.

Sorry this was short... Review if you want, and for you ppl who like to flame, I already know this is a shitty story. I’ll just use your flames to roast me some hot dogs, and smores.

Thanks again to the reviewers! YOU ALL ROCK!!