In Another Life

KeruKeru: Alright, for those of you that know, this was originally going to be the second song fic to come after another, but I feel this one fits better going first, because crucial details are explained in this one that come into play in the other one. And just for those that don't know, both song-fics have their own song, but both songs go together so it works. This one is the song 'The One That Got Away" by Katy Perry. Yes, I realize the title of this and the song don't match. "In another life" actually comes from the song and it fits this song fic better. :3 Oh, and for those that know the song, I'm changing "I would be your girl" to "I would be your boy" just because it makes sense. :P Anyway, enough babbling, on with the show! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon OR "The One That Got Away" as it is the soul property of Katy Perry and her epic-ness. :P

An olive hand rapped on the heavy oak door. "Yamato?" No reply was issued to the man, yet the door of the apartment was ajar, seeming that the owner had left in a hurry. It was nearly a sign from God that Taichi was destined to enter, resident being in or not. "Yamato?" His slightly gruff voice rang out once more. Just as before, no reply was uttered so he took his chance and stepped inside, closing the door behind him so there would be no further intruders.

For a third time, the trespasser called out "Yamato?" and still no answer. Either the musician he remembered had gone out or he'd passed away at some point. He truly hoped for the former to be true. The apartment in which Yamato lived was really rather plain, especially for the Yamato Taichi remembered. The walls were either a slight beige, or they were white at one time and they'd just become that dirty. Unlike his memory served, nothing was really in its place. There was an empty pizza box, about five Monster energy drink cans and an ashtray with three or four cigarette butts just on the coffee table of the apartment.

"This isn't the Yamato I know… Did he really change that much?" The twenty-five year old mused, rummaging through his overflowing file cabinet of a memory bank of the previous pristine room the blonde had once had when living with his parents. "Maybe if we hadn't… no, it's not my fault he changed… it couldn't be." Even as an adult, the Kamiya had been drowned in the thoughts of a high school student.

Passing through the living room with its grungy couch, clothes all over the floor and the TV left on, Taichi came to the kitchen of the one-bedroom apartment. Ironically, the kitchen seemed larger then the living room, but it made sense with Yamato as he had been the cooking whizz of their group. The kitchen was almost like a second bedroom, so pristine and well-organized. Taichi couldn't help but chuckle as something stuck out to him about each cabinet and drawer: they each had their own labels. "He's both OCD and wildly unorganized at the same time. How the hell does that work?" One of life's great unanswerable questions.

"Am I really gonna invade Yama's bedroom…? Of course I am." Not even Taichi himself could deny his child-like tendencies. Leaving the kitchen down the tiny hallway, he came upon two doors; one to the right and one to the left. As he was on the right side of the apartment building, he presumed the bedroom to be on the right side as it would have the window, so he chose the door to his right.

Once inside, Taichi discovered the disaster area that had been his Yamato's bedroom. Somehow, the room matched both the living room and the kitchen. The living room as there were numerous pieces of clothes scattered about the floor and the plain, beige walls. While it resembled the kitchen in that, even with the chaos, all objects in Yamato's room seemed to be in their one perfect spot: the alarm clock sat perfectly on its small, bedside table next to a white lamp to match the walls, the miniscule desk which, of course, had labels on each drawer and even Yamato's guitars—one acoustic, one bass—settled themselves into the organized chaos and really only played upon the fact that Yamato was… had been a rock star, even if his band had broken up years prior. "I kinda miss his band, they were pretty cool. And they really know how to party." A soft smirk graced his visage with thoughts reminding him of a time where Yamato had once been given too much to drink.

Not wanting to think himself a thief, Taichi left all as it was and moved across the hall to the final room of the apartment. "I really thought he would have kept them..." The brunette's troubled mind spoke, but it didn't cure his aching heart. Just like the other rooms, the bathroom was nothing but beige wall and labeled drawers. The only objects that vaguely reminded him of Yamato were the numerous hair care products lining the sink as well as the drawer labeled "hair". "Now there's the Yamato I remember." He chuckled softly, finding the old, worn out brand of hair gel that the blonde had used since they were children. "He had such funny hair back then..."

"Why do you do that to your hair, Yama?" A much younger version of Taichi asked innocently, not that his own hair wasn't hilariously styled. His wildfire of a head was contained by the pair of blue goggles he wore around his forehead.

"Tai, you're really not one to talk about hair." The cockier blonde smirked, having his own hair rather flat and a bit lengthy, but rise up to a single point at one area of his head. Both could practically smell the product in his hair, but neither cared that much.

Tai attempted a look to his hair, eyes rolling up, but to no avail as it only accomplished making the blonde giggle. "I don't do this on purpose! It just happens! I know you do that to your hair cuz I've seen you do it. Now tell me why!" It was just his pure childhood curiosity getting the best of him again.

The blonde shook his head, amused by his friend's nosiness. "Alright, fine. I do this to my hair because I think it looks cool." A short pause followed where the blonde was just about to speak again, but shut his mouth.

"What were you gonna say?"

"Well..." The teensiest shade of red dashed over the blonde's pale face, unsure if he'd like the answer to the question he was about to ask. "Do you think it looks cool?" It was probably one of the hardest things a nine year old had to ask his friend.

"Of course I do, anything you do is cool Yama!" Tai's overly toothy grin nearly blinded the blonde with happiness. "I just wanted to know why you did it."

The summer after high school, when we first met

We'd make out in your Mustang, to Radiohead

On my eighteenth birthday, we got matching tattoos

The twenty-five year old chuckled at the fond memory that could only be enacted by that damn hair gel. Taichi continued looking, rummaging through Yamato's lack-of-medicine cabinet, finding only a few minor body care pieces such as deodorant and tweezers, the latter of which Taichi wanted no answer to what Yamato would use them for. The brunette mused that, should anyone else come in, especially Yamato, they'd see him as a threat to the blonde's safety, but he was on a mission.

Suddenly, a strange feeling in the man's bladder halted his search for nothing. "I'm sure Yama wouldn't mind if I used his toilet, we are friends after all." Shortly after the thought, he realized how strained the word 'friend' was in this case. Lifting the toilet seat, Taichi discovered that the toilet had been drained as in, there was no water in the bowl. So, being Taichi, he decided to find the problem by lifting the lid of the toilet tank only to discover there was no water there either. "How does Yama go to the bathroom?" It was a question wondered by anybody who'd ever used the blonde's bathroom, which was very few. What took a bit more to notice, however, was why the toilet had been drained. Wedged behind the water control assembly was a rather wide, bound book of which, the brunette could only remember having seen once before. Could it be the object he'd came to find?

"Happy birthday, Yama!" The now sixteen year old Taichi grinned at his soon-to-be boyfriend. "It's a photo album!" Which translated to: 'I completely forgot to get you a gift, but I know how much you like taking pictures!', but it was the thought that counted.

"Tai... I love it!" Even if the blond guitarist could tell it was a last minute gift, he didn't give off any hint of anger. The olive colored book had, on the cover, gold letter stickers that spelled out "Yamato + Taichi". "You actually want this to be of both of us?" Yamato couldn't believe it.

"Of course I do, Yama."

"But you hate having your picture taken." He had the brunette there.

"Only because I don't usually take pictures with you." Neither boy could fight a slight blush from Taichi's comment, but neither desired to do so.

We used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof

Talk about our future, like we had a clue

Never planned on one day, I'd be losing you

Despite appearing to be stuck, a soft tug to the book brought it from its poor storage. The age of the book was evident with the frayed edges and clearly overused binding. Even the cover showed the nine years of age, having gone through a dramatic color change from its original olive shade to a much lighter sort of off white with a hint of the former color. The letters also had taken a beating now only spelling out: "Y ma o + ai i". "Did Yamato do this… or was it just aging?" He truly hoped for the latter, but he couldn't shake the notion of the former being true. "Oh Yama… what happened with us?" Of course, he knew the answer to that question just as well as the blonde did.

"Why do you have to leave?" Cried a shocked nineteen year old Taichi, afraid of losing his boyfriend.

The blonde couldn't look him in the eye, too wrought with guilt to bring himself to stare into those warm, chocolate brown eyes. "Because Tai, it's our first world tour. I can't let the band go without me; I'm the lead singer after all."

"I know… but can't you do it AFTER I'm out of college?" He realized how selfish he was being, but it wasn't his fault how much he loved his boyfriend.

"If I could do that, we wouldn't be able to tour for ten more years." He thought a good joke might lighten the mood.

"Shut up!" Taichi chuckled, punching his boyfriend in the arm lightheartedly. "I'm not THAT dumb."

"You're not dumb at all; you're just a bit… slower then everyone else." Yamato finally managed himself to meet the brunette's eyes. "Besides, it'll only be a year… year and a half tops!" Like that made it sound any easier.

"Over a year without my Yama… I don't know if I can do that…" The soccer star stared at the ground, kicking a small pebble away.

"It'll go by… like that!" He snapped when he said "that". "Trust me, you won't even realize I've been gone with all the stud-… partying you'll be doing while I'm gone."

"I'll study too, ya know." Taichi assured, wrapping his arms around Yamato. "I'm not as much of a party boy without you."

"I know you're not, but at least do SOMEthing to keep yourself entertained." The musician chuckled.

"I'll try." And with that, the brunette leaned in and planted a soft, sweet kiss to his lover's lips, followed quickly by a *CLICK* of the blonde's camera.

In another life, I would be your boy

We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world

In another life, I would make you stay

So I don't have to say you were, the one that got away

That picture now sat in front of Taichi in the opened album. It also came with a label beneath it that seemed to have been scribbled rather then carefully hand written as the blonde was accustomed to doing so. It read: 'I only wish this were the truth.' Words normally hurt more when spoken, but this simple scribbling fired an excruciating pain straight to the brunette's heart, breaking it nearly to dust. "I broke our promise…" He knew there was nobody to blame for this but himself and he accepted it, but he had a wife and a son to worry about; he no longer had time for his teenaged angst. So why did it still feel like a million needles being rammed into his heart?

"I'm sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is unavailable at the moment. Please hang up and call again." A certain brunette's cell phone flew across the room, making contact with the opposite wall to him, but miraculously didn't break, no matter how much he wished it would. "Why won't Yamato answer?" It had been his tenth… no, twentieth… fiftieth…? It had been close to his millionth time trying to get a hold of his soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend.

Within minutes, the phone was buzzing with an incoming call. Tai practically jumped across the small dorm to retrieve the device, pressing "accept" and talking hastily into the receiver. "Yamato? Oh thank God! I've been trying to get a hold of you for ages!"

"Yeah, I kinda figured that based on the twenty million calls and text messages you've left on my phone. Sorry about that by the way, I've kinda had it off for a bit because I don't wanna get distracted." Taichi could hear some sort of ruckus in the background, recognizing the voices of Yamato's band members.

"I take it you guys are at the hotel?" Such a great power of deduction the boy had.

"Good job Sherlock." The musician chuckled on the other end. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too." Taichi spoke truthfully.

"There hasn't been anybody here eating out of the mini-bar and running up our fee." His boyfriend teased him, causing a slight blush on the brunette's face.

"Hey, that was o-… two times!" He'd clearly forgotten their most recent weekend together at a romantic bed and breakfast by the sea. "I didn't think bed and breakfasts had mini-bar fees…"

Yamato couldn't help but chuckle again. "You're so weird, Tai."

"I know, but that's why you love me." Taichi shot back a tad smugly. "So, any definite time on when you'll be coming back?" It had been six months since the blonde had left.

"Oh… well… about that…" Clearly, Yamato didn't want to discuss that subject. "Well… uhh… the good news is that the tour's going great!"

"That's great Yama, but why are you avoiding the subject?" Even Taichi could tell with how obvious Yamato was being about not wanting to give an answer.

It was nearly audible how the blonde on the other end bit his lip nervously, knowing his boyfriend wouldn't like what he was about to say. "Look Tai… we've been doing so great and we're so popular… they're gonna be extending our tour."

"By how much?"

"An extra year from the original end date… I know it sounds stupid, but I can't leave my band just to come home! I wish I could! But what sort of message would that send to m-… our fans?"

"It would send them the message that you're a caring, loving boyfriend who cares more about his BOYFRIEND then his BAND!" Taichi had a temper, especially when it came to his Yamato. "You do care more about me more then your band, right?"

"…" The musician was between a rock and a hard place. The rock being Taichi and the hard place being his band.

"Yamato! Which one do you care about more? Me or your band?"

"…" His silence spoke the truth of his choice and it was all Taichi needed to know how much time he'd wasted.

No matter how much it hurt, it was what he had to do. "We're done here." And he ended the call. It was clear how much more the blonde wanted to be a part of his band rather then be with Taichi and both boys knew it. However, it probably would have pained both much less had the blonde actually said the words instead of saying nothing at all.

Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the Blues
It's time to face the music
I'm no longer your muse

A soft tear dropped to linoleum floor with a *plop*. The brunette had never summoned the strength to cry about his past before, but this had been the biggest heart break of his life, even his wife knew it. Teary eyes scanned over the next page of the album, finding, not a picture, but a shiny CD that had "For Tai" written on it. "Did Yamato expect me to be here…?" It was a mystery, but he had to know what was on the disc. Knowing Yamato, it was a music disc of some sort. Taichi scrambled for the nearest CD player, which happened to be in the blonde's living room, he'd remembered seeing a stereo set up out there. Disc in hand, he bolted for the living room, kicking the various filth out of his way to reach the stereo system. He placed the disc in the slot and it was taken in by the stereo's mechanism. Pressing play, the brunette sat back to listen to his former love's words.

"Taichi… where do I begin?" It was definitely the blonde's voice, nothing else could be so musical, serene and soothing. "Well, first off, I'm an idiot for even going to see you. I know you're married and you have a son. I don't know what I was thinking, I just really wanted to see you. I hated how we left things and I just wanted to apologize for everything. I should never have chosen the band over you. If it's any consolation, we've broken up. Kinda ironic huh? In a sick, twisted kinda way." The blonde chuckled on the disc and Taichi could hear the fond smile on his face while he was recording this. "I don't deserve you Tai and I know that. All I want for you is to be happy, if not with me, then with Sora. Yeah, Mimi keeps me informed. She even showed me a picture of her and Ryu a few months ago. I don't know if you're comfortable with it, I just wanted to know what you'd been up to since we haven't talked since… the day we… you broke up with me. For what it's worth, I'm sorry." The recording cut off there.

But in another life
I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world

"He went to my house…?" Suddenly, something dawned on the brunette. The open door, the CD left in the photo album… Yamato had just left before he'd gotten there. Now that he realized it, he vaguely remembered noticing someone that resembled Yamato on the drive there in a car going the opposite direction. Now it all made sense…

Taichi was out the door without even bothering to remove the disc from the stereo system. He was heading back for the home he'd departed only an hour prior. "I'm coming Yamato…"

KeruKeru: So, the longest song-fic EVER! Well, the longest one I've ever written… for now at least. Lol The next one will most likely be longer, if not twice as long because A LOT happens in the one. I may just end up making it a three parter instead of just two because the second one's going to be so long. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Anyway, please review. :)