Disclaimer - I don't own Digimon. I don't own anything, not even the clothes I'm wearing. My wallet is empty, so suing isn't going to get you anywhere. Yeah, 'nuff said.

A/N: Yet another story I've started. You have my muse to thank. Well, from my twisted mind is where this story comes from. This story deals with MPD or Multiple Personality Disorder and schizophrenia. I watched something on television about it before, and it kinda just hit me. So here I am, writing it. Um, the title probably has nothing to do with the story itself though. Right, so please review! And, enjoy! ^^

Behind The Curtain - Chapter One

Taichi walked into the hospital, not really knowing what he was doing there. He was supposed to see some doctor about some disorder that he might have. He could never remember what it was. Obsessive Compulsive or something like that. His friends and family convinced him to get checked out, because he was acting 'weird', as they had put it.

He walked up to the window, and an older lady was sitting behind the counter. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled in return, and said, "Hi, my name's Taichi Yagami and I'm here to see the doctor."

The older lady nodded, and replied, "Okay, Mr. Yagami. I'll let him know you're here. Please take a seat until he can see you."

Taichi nodded back and took a seat. The room was dead. Empty. He noticed a blonde sitting a couple seats away from him. It seemed like he was talking to himself. Taichi laughed slightly to himself. The blonde glanced over at him, and Taichi smiled. The blonde smiled back, but his lip twitched slightly in the process. Taichi stared at him for a few moments, debating on whether or not this blonde seemed okay enough to talk to. Finally he made his decision, he got up and made his way towards the blonde.

He took a seat next to the blonde, and said, "Hey," He watched as the blonde eyes darted from the old lady at the counter then back to him. Taichi started to think that he'd made a mistake talking to this person. All the people in this hospital had to be psychotic or something. He finally decided that he should try to strike up a conversation. "I don't really know what I'm doing here." He started, staring at the blonde. "I don't have anything wrong with me."

"Then why are you here?" The blonde's voice caught Taichi off guard. He didn't sound psychotic, Taichi didn't know what he was expecting though.

Taichi just shrugged. "Friends and family." He stated simply. The blonde nodded.

"I really shouldn't be hear either. My brother insisted that I come though." He paused for a short moment before he said, "I'm Yamato."

Taichi smiled when he heard the blonde's name. "Well then, Yamato, we're in the same boat, aren't we? Oh, by the way, I'm Taichi."

Yamato nodded. "I'm just waiting for him to come get me." He said, his head nodded slightly as if agreeing with himself.

"So, why did you have to come?" Taichi asked, trying to get more conversation started. This Yamato didn't seem so bad, and it wasn't like Taichi would ever see him again anyway. At least he had someone to talk to until he could go in to see the doctor.

The blonde shrugged. "I don't know really. Takeru, my brother, said I was acting weird."

Taichi laughed, almost bitterly, when he heard the statement. "Yeah, that's exactly what my friends and family told me. I don't see how I'm acting any different, but they seem to think so. They think I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or something like that... I don't really remember."

When Taichi heard his name being called he almost jumped out of his chair and ran for the person calling him. Okay, so maybe his blonde 'friend' was a little odd. He followed the lady into a room, where he waited for the doctor.

The door flew open after a few minutes, making Taichi jump. He looked at the doctor, and noted that he even looked a little psychotic. Okay, so his family sent him to a nut. Lovely. "Hello, Taichi." The doctor greeted.

"Hi." He replied. He just wanted to get it over with. Sitting in this crazy hospital made him feel crazy. Which was probably the idea. For all he knew they kept all the patients in the basement in cages. The thought made him shudder. He'd never done anything like this before. He didn't even know if he'd come to the right place. "I'm here to be checked out for--"

"Obsessive Compulsive. Yes, I know." The doctor finished his sentence. His voice making Taichi shudder again. He had to take a series of tests and whatnot. When the doctor came in with his test results, he said that he was fine. That he didn't have OCD. This made Taichi sigh with relief.

Taichi walked back into the waiting room after his meeting with the doctor to find Yamato still sitting in the same chair. "Your brother still hasn't come back yet?" Yamato shook his head. "Well, I can give you a ride if you want."

"Okay." He said in reply, nodding. "So, what did the doctor say?" He asked as they walked out to Taichi's car.

Taichi shrugged. "He said that there's nothing wrong with me. That I have nothing to worry about, like I was even worried in the first place." He paused for a moment, then said, "Being in that place you start to think you're crazy." Yamato just nodded, and Taichi started the car when he got in.

They didn't say anything to each other the whole way to wherever Taichi was taking them. When Yamato finally told Taichi to pull into a parking lot, Taichi was about to go insane with all the silence. He pulled into a parking spot, and put the car in park. "Well, there you go." Yamato nodded again without saying anything. "Tell your brother to get his ass in gear next time." Taichi joked lightly.

"Shut up." Yamato growled, making Taichi swallow thickly. He opened the car door roughly; then slammed it, making Taichi jump. Not even bothering to say good-bye to the person who brought him home. Taichi watched him stalk into the apartment building. A concerned look on his face, he couldn't help but think that maybe he should go after him to make sure he's okay.

The outburst had been so sudden. What had he said to make him snap like that? Taichi couldn't figure it out. He pulled out of the parking lot, still slightly worried. But, he didn't even know the person. All he knew was his name was Yamato and that he wasn't too bad on the eyes. He has a brother that thinks he may be sick. And, now he knew where he lived. That was it though. So why was he worrying himself?

TBC...

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Aero: Right, so that was the first chapter. Please review! Should I continue? -Ciao