Okies, this fic is for CCPheonix's Taito contest, so you can already tell what sort of fic this is. Don't like yaoi and taito, then leave.

Righty, this idea's actually been bugging me for a while and I wasn't going to post it just yet, but I saw the contest and couldn't resist.

Anyways, hope you enjoy, luv, Vialana, Mistress of Night.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of its characters featured in this fan fiction.

The Limits of Friendship

Dumpsville

"Hey guys, guess what!" Sora came bounding ecstatically over to the table where Yamato and Koushiro were sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for the other two digi-destined in high school to arrive. Her bouncing was interrupted when a glowering Taichi arrived on the scene and sat where Sora was about to sit.

She gave him a glare. "How considerate of you Taichi," she muttered sarcastically.

"Don't mention it," he grumbled and dug into his food, ignoring the concerned and slightly disgusted looks at the way he was eating sent his way by the other two at the table. Sora shrugged at this seemingly typical Taichi behaviour and sat down in the last available seat.

"Anyway, what I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, was that I got a letter from Mimi last night. She's moving back over here to stay, isn't that great!" Sora was grinning in absolute delight and two of the tables occupants were smiling along with her.

"Great, the pretty pink princess is gracing us with her presence again." Tai poked at his food, no longer interested in shoveling it down his throat. Yamato looked at him worriedly again, it wasn't like Taichi to be so dreary and it was especially strange for him not to eat. Koushiro looked a bit concerned, but also confused at Taichi's behaviour. Sora sent the child of courage another withering glare.

"All right Tai, what's your problem?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah right. 'Fess up."

Tai growled at her. "It's none of your business Sora."

Sora stared at him intently, then nodded in understanding. "So, she dumped you then?" Taichi threw down his chopsticks in anger. "Well, I did try to warn you, but would you listen to the advice of your female best friend? No, of course not, after all, what would I know about the inner workings of a girl's mind, or anything about Love even for that matter?"

"All right Sora, you don't have to rub it in." Taichi turned his angry countenance away from his friends to stare out the window moodily.

Koushiro cleared his throat and turned to Sora again. "So when did Mimi say she'd be here?"

Sora smiled at him, her irritation with Taichi forgotten for a short while. "This week some time, she said she'd be …" The conversation between the two went on, but it was mostly unimportant details that neither Courage nor Friendship were particularly interested in. One was wrestling with inner turmoil and the other was watching the first anxiously.

"Tai? Are you okay?" Yamato asked quietly.

The brunette turned to his best friend (okay, male best friend, Sora was also his best friend) and looked for any mockery hidden in those blue irises. He found nothing but worry and friendship.

"Yeah … no, I suppose I'm not, but I don't want to talk about it right now."

"After school?"

"I'll be there. Wait … no soccer practice. After that?"

"Sure, I'll call band practice off a bit early."

"Thanks man."

"No probs."

That's all there was to it, simple words, simple comfort, but words weren't really needed to show their companionship, or the depths of their emotions for each other. And the comfort they drew from each other may have been simple, but it was deep and it was more than other friends could boast. All the digi-destined had a strong bond, but the one between Yamato and Taichi was so strong that most didn't even realise how strong it was unless they were close to them.

Sora knew the depth of their friendship, and probably knew more about their relationship than the two were able to discern themselves at this point in time. She caught their soft conversation and understood the emotional undercurrents beneath the few words spoken. She smiled, a slight knowing glint in her eye.

* * *

Sora ran through the halls, ignoring the possibility that she might get in trouble, distress etched on her features. I hop I'm not too late. Please, don't le me be too late. She sped up, her thoughts spurring her on further.

" … Look, I know this may be hard to accept, but I truly believe it's the best thing." The voice reached her ears as she turned the next corner into the long main corridor. There, just ahead, was a small crowd gathered around two figures. One, dressed in black with golden blond hair styled so meticulously that it could not be mistaken for anyone other than Yamato.

No, I'm too late! Sora slowed down, anguish at her inability to run faster showing in the slump to her shoulders. The same prissy self-centred voice reached her ears again.

"It's not you, it's me, really and once I get everything straightened out, I hope we can still be friends, but until then, I'll need some time and a bit of space." The small crowd parted slightly and the trendy high-heeled snotty bitch who had spoken walked through, passing Sora with a sneer.

Whispers broke out among the few kids left who remained after the show as they started to disperse and Sora pushed passed them in an effort to reach her friend. "Matt?" she asked quietly when she reached him leaning heavily against the lockers.

"Sora, not now. Can you just, leave me be for now?" He looked at her pleadingly, the unshed tears in his eyes begging for her acceptance. Sora nodded and he smiled slightly then walked away, wounded and shot down.

"Oh, Yamato," Sora whispered sadly to his retreating back.

* * *

"You too huh?"

"Yeah."

"Stupid bitches."

"Couldn't have put it better myself." Plonk. The stone Yamato lobbed into the air fell with a small splash into the small lake in Odaiba park. He and Taichi were walking slowly along the shoreline, Yamato with his guitar slung over one shoulder, Taichi with his training bag on his back and soccer ball in hand. They finally reached their destination: a large rock outcrop overhanging the lake and shaded by a large copse of trees. They sat down in this peaceful spot and merely listened to the soothing sound of the wind blowing gently through the lush green leaves of the summer-blooming trees.

"So, what did you get this time?" Taichi grinned and looked at his friend who grinned back.

"'It's not you it's me', " Yamato imitated his ex's high pitched nasal voice farcically. Taichi laughed.

"Oh, and did you also get: 'We can still be friends'?" Taichi's impersonation of his old girlfriend's voice was also quite unflattering.

"Yeah, I did. Why do they do that? They say those things and then don't give any sort of explanation. I mean, if it were me, I'd at least have the courtesy of being honest."

Taichi snorted. "Yeah right. Tell me the last time you ever dumped a girl?"

Yamato thought and opened his mouth a few times. Then he closed it and glared at Taichi, who laughed. "You're pathetic man. Every girl you've gone out with has dumped you."

"You're not much better," Yamato grumbled darkly, crossing his arms.

"Hey!" Taichi was about to say something, then stopped and blushed. "I suppose I'm not."

"See?" Yamato stuck his tongue out in a juvenile manner that was becoming rarer to see from him. Taichi laughed again.

"So we're both pathetic. But at least we can laugh about it."

"True. I suppose when you get down to it, friendship matters more than dating."

"Most of the time."

Yamato grinned. "You would say that."

"I'm not the bearer of Friendship. You probably hold it in higher esteem than I do."

"Are you saying that our friendship isn't as important as some stupid self-centred slut?" There was a glint of something in Yamato's eyes that warned this question wasn't as idle as it sounded. But Taichi already knew that.

"Nothing matters more than our friendship, Matt." Taichi slung his arm around the blond boy's shoulder and Yamato leaned into the embrace. "Nothing will ever come between us."