Saturday / July 14 / 3:10am - Prison Cell

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Yamato didn’t see Takeru’s smile toward him. He was letting his hair, which was loose for a change, fall into a curtain that hid his face. If he had seen the smile, he probably would have felt a little better. Instead he simply sat there, trying to figure out why Takeru didn’t see the situation the way he did. But he was too exhausted to try and explain or fight it. So he just resigned and let Takeru win. He’d do it his brother’s way simply because he didn’t have the strength at that moment to protest.

“And?” he said quietly. Yeah, he sort of figured staying was something his brother wanted him to do once they got out.

Yamato’s questioning voice stopped him from saying anything else right away. All of a sudden Takeru realized how much he hated this. He could tell that his brother had just given in to what Takeru wanted for now. But it felt cheap somehow. It was supposed to be harder than this. He groaned a little and shook his head. He couldn’t do this any more right now. Not when Yamato was so…weak, in response.

“Just forget about it right now. We can talk about it later,” he murmured. “We should try to get some sleep or something,” he added, turning away from Yamato and trying to find a comfortable place on the floor. Not that he thought that he would sleep but he was sure Yamato needed it. He seemed exhausted.

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It was sort of remarkable that Takeru was able to read him that well when, at least in his opinion, he hadn’t actually revealed enough of the truth for anyone to understand. He sat in stunned silence for a while. It wasn’t that he wanted Takeru to need protecting. It’s just that… it was Yamato’s job to protect him anyway. He was the shield. A shield with holes in it, that went missing most of the time, and had thorns wrapped around the handle. Yeah, awesome shield.

Yamato let his head hang. He still disagreed, that being the older brother he’d always be the protector, but he didn’t have the energy to fight. “What do you want me to do, then?” he muttered.

Takeru sighed a little, “I don’t know. Don’t up and leave me for a start. I missed you, you know?” He smiled weakly over at his brother. “I had only just gotten you back, I don’t want to lose you again,” he murmured. More than anything Takeru just wanted his brother around again. He looked away and ran a hand over his face, he felt like a weakling for saying things like that, especially since he was not sure what his brother would think of it.

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“That makes it worse, don’t you see? Your first time that you didn’t hate was with your brother. And it’s the principle, Takeru…”

Yamato knew he wasn’t going to get through to Takeru. Unfortunately, Takeru made sense. It probably didn’t matter anymore. And if he was fine with what happened, Yamato should be so upset. But he just couldn’t not be. He wasn’t sure why, but he was still devastated that somehow, he always ended up being less than the brother Takeru needed. And this situation they were now in took the cake. So to speak. If there was actually any cake, they’d probably be eating it.

“Principle?” Takeru questioned. What the hell did this have to do with principle. Then a thought occurred to him and he started laughing weakly. He shook his head, “I don’t believe it. It’s just like when we were kids isn’t it? Just like back in the digital world when you got so damn mad and depressed because you thought that Taichi was being a better older brother to me than you. I was just growing up, learning that I could do things on my own and everyone else supported me but you wanted me to be the little brother you had to protect. And now, it’s just like back then.” He ran a hand through his hair and looked at his brother, “I don’t need you to protect me any more Nii-san. I need you to be my older brother. Someone who is there for me when I need it, not to protect me from it but to just be there for me. I need a friend more than a protector Nii-san, back then and even more so now.”

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If Yamato had been drinking something, he would have spit it out. His eyes were wider than he thought he could get them. Ice was running through his veins. Any way to describe that he was shocked worked. There were…. so many things wrong with what Takeru said. And he just… said them! Yamato was completely blown away by howblunthis little brother was. He had to reply, but where did he start?!

“End of the world or not, that’s not something brothers should do to one another… I care that it happened, and you should too. I’m concerned that you liked it,” he said in an even tone. He was speaking carefully so he didn’t start laughing, crying, or both. Laughing because… seriously that was so blunt. Crying because the situation was terrible. What Yamato didn’t want to admit was that he didn’t hate what they’d done either. He didn’t mind the actual actions of it. He just hated the fact that he was, once again, not being a proper older brother to Takeru.

Takeru snorted a little, “Nii-san, it’s only logical that I liked it. You were the first person I had ever done those things with that gave two shits about me. I don’t see what is wrong with the fact that I liked having sex with someone who actually cares about me. It’s not like either of us is a girl, so it’s not like we’ll be popping out mutated babies because of it and it’s not like we are kids any more Yama, it’s been ten years. We’re barely even the same people we were back then.”

He wondered if his argument was falling on deaf ears, he wasn’t sure. Like he had said earlier, Yamato was stubborn. A large part of Takeru doubted that he would change Yamato’s mind no matter what he said. He had to try though, didn’t he?

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Yamato shrugged. If he didn’t want someone to fuss over him, he’d lie. But that was him, not Takeru.

“What are you talking about?” Yamato asked in a tired voice. Yeah, he was stubborn. But he figured Takeru was referring to something. Why else would he say it like that out of the blue?

Takeru bit back a sigh and debated if he really wanted to get into this. But he realized that if he didn’t than it may never happen. Yamato would be more than likely to run off again once they got out of this and well, he should have mentioned all this back when things happened between them but you couldn’t blame him really for being slightly emotionally messed up back then. Too much to start an argument.

Now seemed like the perfect time though, or rather, as perfect as it was ever going to get. “Why can’t you just realize that what happened with us…it’s not all that bad actually? It’s pretty much the end of the world Yamato, or pretty damn close to it in my books, and guess what? No one fucking cares any more! Who cares if you fucked me Yamato? I likedit. And maybe that’s weird. Maybe it makes me weird. I don’t really care anymore. We’re just gonna die eventually anyways. Why not enjoy ourselves in the meantime?” he stated, speaking his thoughts aloud for the first time.

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“Checking if you’re lying to me,” Yamato said smoothly as he pulled away. Takeru didn’t have a fever, that was good. He sat next to Takeru, though he left a bit of space between them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be near his brother, but rather that he thought it would be better for Takeru if he wasn’t around Yamato. But, Yamato really didn’t want to bother moving back across the cell. That would take too much energy, energy he really didn’t have. He didn’t know if he could even fight against the guards if he could have gotten out tonight anyway. He was wiped out.

He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. The pain from his injuries became a dull ache once he stopped moving. That was good. He could sleep with a dull ache, but a sharp pain was a little more difficult to deal with.

Takeru frowned at his brother’s answer. “Why would I lie to you?” he murmured, shaking his head a little. He sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. He was tempted to yell at Yamato right now, even knowing how little good it would do.He glanced over at Yamato after that he settled down, “You know, you’re really stubborn.”

It was a simple statement but one that was true. Takeru knew it was a tribute he shared more often than not but right now he hated that Yamato possessed it. He just wanted his brother back but Yamato seemed determined to never let that happen.

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Takeru took too long to answer for Yamato’s taste. That made him think Takeru was lying. He stared in the direction he was certain his brother was in for a while, waiting to see if Takeru would say more than “I’m fine.” When he didn’t say anything else, Yamato decided he’d have to go look at Takeru himself. Once again, with a grunt of pain, he pushed himself up off of the floor and walked over to Takeru. He could really feel the bandages getting wet now. That was fine. He’d just not move anymore after he got to Takeru.

Yamato knelt before Takeru once he found him and rested his hand against Takeru’s forehead to judge his temperature. He frowned. Maybe it was because it was so hot and muggy down there, but he couldn’t really get a feel of whether or not his little brother had a fever. Yamato pulled his hand away and gently touched his lips to Takeru’s forehead instead.

Takeru had head Yamato moving closer to him but he had kept his eyes closed, not really sure what to expect. The hand on his forehead was a bit of a surprise and yet not at all considering his brother was concerned he was sick. He didn’t think he had a fever though, he didn’t feel warm at least or cold. Still, he didn’t know. Maybe it was a good thing Yamato was checking. He could remember Yamato doing this when he was sick as a child. The memory brought a faint smile to his face.

When the hand pulled away he was expecting that to be it but then he felt lips against his forehead. His eyes shot open and looked at his brother. He could feel his heart racing at just the little touch. “W-What are you doing?” he asked quietly. He knew of course, in a part of his mind that Yamato was just checking his temperature. Part of him wished it was more. He was pretty sure he hated that part of himself, knowing it would drive his brother away from him.

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Yamato’s everything hurt. He could feel his bandages getting wet with blood already at that small movement of him getting up. It wasn’t too much, though. It wasn’t like they were already soaked through. At least, not as far as he could tell.

Once again, he didn’t answer Takeru. Instead, he walked toward the bars of their cell and looked out as much as he could. It was dark in the prison, so he could barely see what was in front of him. Honestly, he could barely see Takeru. Yamato wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find as he looked out of their cell, but he hoped he would get some sort of idea to get them out.

He sighed. There was nothing that he could see. Maybe it was night time? That was probably it. In the morning, if he wasn’t dragged out again, he would probably be able to get a better look at what was in the hall way, and then perhaps they’d be able to break out once it got dark again.

Yamato stepped away from the bars and sat down again against the wall. He was quiet for a while before he said suddenly, “How are you feeling?”

Takeru frowned when Yamato never answered his question. His eyes followed the older man around the room for a little while but finally he looked away. He let out a bit of a sigh and shook his head. It was seeming like it was pointless to even try to talk to Yamato, at least not until he wanted to talk. He decided he would just have to wait.

He didn’t react right away when Yamato finally asked him a question. He shrugged eventually, “I’m fine.” He was still sick sure but it was much better than it had been before he’d been captured. He was hungry and thirsty but he couldn’t really do anything about that so he chose to ignore it.

He had been busy trying to think of ways out of here. He didn’t know if the resistance group would come to his rescue this time. They might not know he was missing. The only thing he had thought of so far was that the next time they came to take one of them away for torture or whatever he had to make sure that it was him. If he could just be noticed than there was a higher chance of them getting rescued, the resistance group had ears in tons of organizations. So far Takeru had been isolated and he intended to change that if he could.

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Yamato heard what Takeru said, but he didn’t want to dignify that bitter statement with a response. The truth was, yes. Takeru was a distraction. The reminder of what they had done with each other was a distraction. Trying to protect Takeru from himself was a distraction. He wasn’t necessarily a bad distraction, but he was one nonetheless.

Of course, the truth wasn’t something Yamato figured his brother wanted to hear.

He pulled himself up off of the ground with a painful grunt. Moving hurt everywhere, and he could feel his healing skin pulling and cracking under his shoddy bandages. It hurt so bad. But laying on the ground wasn’t helping anyone, and he needed to find a way out of this cell. If not for him, then for Takeru. His brother was sick and needed to get out sooner rather than later to get treated. And Yamato didn’t like the idea of his little brother being in a prison cell anyway.

Takeru had stayed silent after his mumbled statement, staring at a blank spot at the wall with a frown. He knew he had been right in his statement, his brother’s silence just reaffirmed that. Though Takeru supposed that he was grateful that Yamato did not vocalize what they both knew was the truth.

He was painfully aware of the cruel irony to this whole situation. For weeks he had thought of nothing but finding his brother again as he searched fruitlessly for him, and now here they were, finally together but wanting nothing more than to be apart again. Well, that was not entirely true in Takeru’s case. He did not want to be apart from Yamato but he could not stand being around him when he acted this way. Like Yamato was trying to protect Takeru from him for some reason and Takeru’s presence was clearly unwanted.

Hearing movement jolted Takeru from his thoughts. He glanced over to his brother, watching Yamato get up off the floor, clearly in pain. He raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure you should be moving around?” He had noted earlier that Yamato was hurt but he had refrained from commenting, knowing that Yamato would just try to brush his attention off in some way. Still, he couldn’t help but to worry about him and wonder what had happened but he kept his worries to himself.

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Takeru had to know why Yamato actually left. It had to be painfully obvious why. That had to be the reason Takeru’s tone was so bitter. The question was more or less rhetorical, Yamato thought. Takeru couldn’t possibly want him to actually answer. At least, not with the truth. So, Yamato didn’t answer with the truth. Instead he said, “I needed to be able to focus on it completely.”

That was probably the worst lie he’d ever told. Yeah, not going to work definitely helped with the search. But he didn’t need to leave Takeru out of it for that. After all, Takeru was really the only person he talked to. His brother was the only one he’d been able to see since their defeat so many years ago, so it would have made sense to stay with Takeru.

But, of course, Yamato had to leave in order to help his brother forget what happened. That’s what he was telling himself anyway.

Takeru did snort at his brother’s answer this time. “Guess I’m just a distraction then, huh?” he muttered quietly, not sure if his brother would hear him but not really caring if he did. He knew his brother was not really telling the truth with that statement but then again he was pretty sure he had known the truth before he had asked the question in the first place.

He hated this. This was not the way that he had wanted things to go when he had seen his brother again. Then again he had not expected them to be captured when it happened either. Though you could say that it worked in his favor in a way. At least this way his brother had nowhere to go, he couldn’t run from this. Takeru had a feeling that if they had ran into each other some other way than Yamato would have found a way to leave again. He was scared that if they made it out of here that was exactly what would happen. He just wanted his brother back, he wasn’t sure Yamato wanted the same thing.

Then again maybe it was for the best, even if it didn’t feel that way. Takeru was still plagued by thoughts of his brother in ways that he really shouldn’t be thinking of. Especially since he knew his brother had hated what they had done so much. Still, he could not just stay away from his brother because of that. He cared about him too much, he would not just abandon that.