Prologue: The Meeting
KeruKeru: Hey everyone. Here's unfinished fic number 4. XD This is actually a joint fic with a good friend of mine: Takato the Dreamer who some of you reading may know. We'll be switching off chapters. This fic is a request from Caliboy who wanted me to write him a Taikeru fic. I wasn't sure how to write it or what I wanted to happen, so I turned to Takato and together we decided to write this as a collaboration. It starts in Matt's POV. Also, "Burning Records" is the name of the record company in Ace of Skulls fic "Unspoken", hopefully he doesn't mind me just barrowing it once, maybe once later on as well. Ace, if you do mind, tell me and I'll change it. Hopefully you'll all enjoy this. :3
Warning: Character death; yaoi and slash later
Disclaimer: Takato the Dreamer and I in no way own or claim to own Digimon. No matter how much we wish we did…
Being chased down a sidewalk of the city my band was playing in by the paparazzi, just another day in the life of me, Yamato Ishida. Sometimes I question my choice to become a world famous rockstar; but then I remember the millions of groupies who throw themselves at me on a daily basis. I'll admit, I like guys more, but girls are good for getting off when I need it. I'm getting off topic though.
So, I'm being chased by the paparazzi down a street I haven't visited since I lived in Odaiba a few years back. Idiots with cameras and tabloid interviewers are always after me, but I guess that's the life I chose when I first picked up a guitar and learned to play. I think I was near the Odaiba University campus because there were a lot of people walking around that seemed to be the same age as me: 21. Some a bit older, some younger but all moved out of the way as my pursuers insisted on our current situation.
I had replied "no comment" to every question they asked, some stemming as far as to ask if a rumor that I was secretly a woman was true. My fans knew none of the rumors were true… aside from a few, but I decided it was just best to seem indifferent on all subjects and escape. Unfortunately, it doesn't always work.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a quaint little coffee shop and turned immediately out of sight, slipping into the establishment and ducking behind the door as the paparazzi nearly followed, checking around the place before leaving having not deduced my hiding place.
Once the door had closed, everyone had their eyes on me. Everyone, being relative, as there were only three people in the place aside from me. Two of them were the people, two girls, working behind the counter, adorned in red aprons. The third person was a guy, looked my age, with tanned skin, a gray T-shirt, the wildest brown hair I'd ever seen and the cutest brown eyes that could have ever existed on a person. He sat at one of the few tables scattered about the coffee joint with a lidded cup in one hand and a jacket draped over the back of his chair.
I paid no mind to the astonished stares—not after a while anyway—and headed straight for the counter. Looking at the menu, nothing really sounded good, so I just settled for regular, black coffee, the way I liked it in the mornings. Though, it was about one in the afternoon and I had a show in eight hours.
"One coffee, black," One of the women said, handing we a warm cup like the other guy had as I paid the other and thanked them both. Turning around, I found the guy to be just turning back so he wasn't looking at me, but at his cup. People still haven't learned that when you're looking at someone, they look at you before you have time to stop staring at them.
I shrugged, heading his way and the girls behind the counter disappeared into a back room. I pulled out the seat across from the guy and sat down, chuckling in my mind at the quizzical look he gave me. "What's a big; strong guy like you staring and little ole me for?" Teasing was my favorite part, it either started a conversation or "started a conversation~".
His eyes widened and his face turned beet red at my forward approach. "W-Well… I… uh… I-" My finger cut him off as I laughed.
"Dude, I was just kidding. The name's Yamato Ishida, but everyone calls me Matt." I introduced myself, removing the finger from his lips.
It looked like he let out a relieved sigh and his face stayed pink, but not as red as it had been. "My name's Taichi Kamiya, but my friends call me Tai." Tai informed me.
"Hmm… Kamiya…" I thought aloud. "That name sounds familiar…"
Tai shrugged. "Maybe you've heard of my dad?"
"What does your dad do?"
"He works for the Burning Records recording agency." He explained. "Apparently, there's some show tonight that they're sponsoring because one of their bands is playing… the Blue Wolves or something." The brunette shrugged again.
"That must be it, since I'm their lead singer." The stare he gave me was unbelievably hilarious. His eyes were wide and he looked me up and down, mouth opening and closing as if he was going to say something, but suddenly deemed it unworthy of being spoken. "You don't have to get so awestruck, it's not that exciting."
Tai rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment of his reaction. "S-sorry, it's just… my friends Mimi and Yolei are just in love with you, they think you're 'dreamy', and they'd kill me if they knew I was here talking to you." He used air quotes around dreamy.
"What's the matter? You don't think I'm dreamy?" Yes, teasing was my best friend; that and sarcasm.
"N-No it's not th-… I mean, you're pretty c-…" He quit while he was behind, which was probably best since I couldn't take his reaction and busted up laughing again.
I held my sides in pain as he blushed. "Y-You… haha… think I-I'm c-cute… haha… d-don't you?" Begrudgingly, he nodded; face redder then before and glaring at me. "Haha… it's okay… Hehe… you're not so bad yourself, Taichi~" I ran a foot, slowly up his pant leg, seeing the stoic expression he gave as it happened.
Tai stood, pushing the chair out from the table and getting my foot off him, picking his jacket up and putting it on. It turned out to be a green letterman's jacket from his college. "C-Could we continue this… somewhere else?" He asked, gesturing to the counter where the two girls stood gawking at them.
I shrugged and stood as well, throwing my untouched coffee away as I followed him out. "Sure."
One boring conversation and about an hour later, we found ourselves at a park just outside the college campus; which I learned Tai has a soccer scholarship to attend. He and I sat on swings next to each other, slightly swinging back and forth as we talked with a mild autumn breeze blowing.
"So, what made you decide soccer was the path for you?" I asked honestly, never having wanted to know more about a person in my life.
He placed a hand on his chin, considering the question carefully. "I don't know exactly." He said after a bit. "I learned how to play as a little kid and I've just loved the game ever since. I met my friend Davis because of soccer and we're like brothers now." A warm smile graced his lips at, what I'm guessing were the great memories between them. "What got you into music?"
That was a question I'd never even asked myself before. I usually didn't have an answer for anyone, but something just started spilling out. "My grandma; she bought me my first guitar and paid for lessons. I started a band in high school, she passed away right after we got our record deal, but we've been together since. We used to be the Teenage Wolves, but we had to change it wince we're not teens anymore."
He chuckled at my joke and then seemed like something hit him. "Oh! So you're THAT Yamato Ishida I heard about from that private school… Odaiba Prep… I think it was."
"Yeah, I used to live by the public school before we got our record deal and we never really came back. I've wanted to sometimes, but then, how many people get to travel around the world like we do? I wouldn't give it up for just anything." I explained, he actually listened to me for once instead of it being like an interview where they only cared for the dirt.
"Do you talk to your parents or your siblings while you're traveling?" I felt like we were focusing on me too much, but whatever he wanted to know, I was willing to tell.
"Not on a regular basis, but we talk every week or so. We were never really close to begin with, though." I admitted, staring at the dirt beneath my feet. "You ever been out of the city?"
He nodded. "I went to America once with some friends. Mimi's parents paid for all of us to vacation in Maui. It was pretty cool, aside from all the unattractive fat men who just have to take their shirts off." We shared a chuckle at that.
"You've obviously never been to Palm Springs, Florida: nothing but wrinkly, hairy old men with no shirts; disgusting." I shivered at the image.
"Gross!" Tai laughed. "You've effectively scared me out of ever going there." I joined in his laugh as we both started to swing. His legs, obviously, were more powerful then mine so he got going faster and jumped off before I was even half way to my full swing. I just decided it wasn't worth it and tried jumping. My shirt snagged on the hook of the swing and I hit the soft ground. "Matt!" I heard, getting up and scratching dirt off my face.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." I assured. He was kneeling in front of me despite my assertion. I pushed myself up and attempted to get my shirt unsnagged, but it just tore and left a piece of black cotton attached to the kids' play thing. "Ugh… damn, that was one of my favorite shirts too…"
Tai helped me up to my feet and we had this moment where our eyes met and everything around us seemed to slow down. "I think it gives it character." He said smiling, still staring into my eyes.
"W-What?" I stuttered, breaking the trance.
"Your shirt, the tear gives it character and says "I am Matt Ishida, rockstar!"." I couldn't tell if he was kidding or being completely serious.
"Hehe, I guess you're right." I looked at the tattered area once more and started walking. Tai was following me in a heart beat.
With the sun nearly down and night quickly approaching, Tai and I exited a quaint Italian restaurant about a mile from where the concert was being held. We'd come out holding hands and I could tell he already was feeling something for me. He'd been the only one to see the real Yamato Ishida since, before the band and I got our record deal. I'd never bothered to let anybody in because I knew I'd just be leaving them behind, but I give it up for Tai… despite only knowing one another for a day.
"Would you like an escort to the concert?" He asked with total chivalry and debonair. "Streets aren't safe at night." Could he have been more into me?
"I think I can handle myself." I assured, a sudden shiver ran through me. "It's not that far away."
Taking notice of my shiver, Tai slipped his jacket off and put it over my shoulders. "Well, if you're sure… It was really great spending time with you… Yama…" He smiled a bit shyly.
"Yama?" I wondered.
He just nodded and stopped, grabbing my arm and turning me around. "I really wanna do this again… sometime…" I could tell he wanted to kiss me, I didn't know what it was, but something was just tipping me off.
I chuckled, blushing in the on-coming moonlight. "If you wanna kiss me… just do it…" No sooner had I said those then he'd lifted my chin and softly placed his lips on mine. I couldn't say for sure what I was feeling right then, but I'd never felt it before. It was like something inside of me had just become complete and I didn't want to let it go. Unfortunately, I had to go please my fans. So, I broke the kiss unwillingly. "I'm sorry… I really do have to go." I had only half an hour to get to my band for sound check. Suddenly, a thought struck me and I pulled out the pen that I carried in my back pocket for autographs. "Call me, I'll probably answer. If not, I'm probably at a concert." And I signed his hand with my private cell number that only certain people knew even existed.
"O-Okay!" He said excitedly. "Are you sure you can get there okay by yourself though?" I nodded, chuckling.
"I'll be fine Tai, I promise." Boy how I'd regret those words. "Just call me tomorrow and we can hang out again, I'll be in town for a few more days. Besides, I'm sure you've got some homework due first thing in the morning?" His expression said it all.
"If you're sure, I'll see you tomorrow." He quickly kissed me once more. "Bye Yama."
To be honest, I loved the nickname; it was one I'd never heard before. "Bye Tai." And we left our separate ways, him heading back for the campus and me going for the stadium the concert was being held. I know, strange how Tai wasn't coming to the concert, but it had been sold out for days and when I called to ask if I could bring someone, my manager blew up at me for not being at the stadium yet. So I decided it probably wasn't best to ask again. Tai wasn't too broken up about it, he knew we'd see each other again, so it wasn't a biggie for either of us.
I decided to finally turn my phone back on in case someone from the concert called to bitch me out some more and I had thirteen missed calls from our manager, Sean. Rolling my eyes, I hit redial and only had to wait for the first ring before Sean's exasperated breathing was on the phone. "Matt! Where the hell are you?" His gruff voice yelled.
"Calm down, Seany, I'm almost there." I assured, taking a turn onto another road. Few people were out driving at this hour, maybe due to the concert. "I'm just down the road, I'll be there in an hour."
"AN HOUR? Matt, you were supposed to be here three hours ago!"
"Actually, if you recall, you told all of us to be back an hour early for sound check. I still have an hour and a half. Where'd you get three hours ago?"
"If you turned your phone on, you'd know we needed you here to sign autographs, the other guys were here on time."
I started cross a street, knowing exactly where I was going. "Well excuse me for missing another oh-so-important autograph session." I was too enthralled in the conversation to notice the truck barreling towards me.
"What? You don't care about this anymore?" Sean was one to have an ill temper, I loved messing with it.
The driver had mistakenly forgotten his head lights, so I had no way of knowing he was there. "Would you calm down? Jesus, you act like the world revolves around the fans." The roar of the engine finally alerted me, but it was too late and the vehicle hit me. The force made me hit the ground hard, my forehead hitting it before anything else.
I could still hear Sean yelling at me. "It does, Yamato! Without them you'd be-" I was gone; not just out cold either. I was dead. My head was forced to the pavement so hard, small fragments of my skull were shoved into my brain as it fractured while blood drained from my nose.
When they finally found me, police had deduced a drunk driver hit and run. The doctors figured out my cause of death based on X-rays of my body after it had been taken to the medical center and I was to be buried the following week.
The news told everyone and anyone who cared that "Matt Ishida, lead singer of the Blue Wolves was killed last night on his way to his band's concert. Police believe his death to be due to someone who'd been drinking and driving. Authorities are asking for any and all leads to the perpetrator." If that wasn't bad enough, the way Tai had received the message was the worst. He woke up and went out to his living room to watch TV and the first thing showing is the scene of my death with the caption "Blue Wolves lead singer found dead". Kind of ironic really, waking up to find the one you've fallen for to be put to sleep forever.
I'm getting a bit self center-y though, this story's not even about me, it's about my brother...
KeruKeru: I hoped you liked the prologue, it only gets better from here… hopefully… I have no idea when Takato will finish chapter 1, but it will soon, cuz I'll hound him until it's finished. ;D Please review. Flames will be taken and used in the roasting of marshmallows and weenies with Psycho Weasel.