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Chapter One：Just a shower
Yamato pushed the apartment door open and dragged himself inside. He slid his coat off and tossed it onto the floor, where it joihe mass of dirty laundry, garbage and stray music sheets. He dropped his keys o ter, and made his way to the couch. He collapsed onto it, and groaned into the cushion. Band practice had not gone very well that night. Matt sighed as he thought back to the heated argument with the lead guitarist of the band. Well, at least he tried to. Driving home, he had a few beers, which probably wasn' t the smartest thing; but he made it home in one piece, and that' s all he cared about. The drinks did little to improve his mood though. He lay there on the couch, zoning out, and thinking of what would make him happy.
"Taichi…" he mumbled. He wondered where his boyfriend was. Then he remembered that he Izzy and Joe were out seeing a movie…
"Hey Matt! Me and a few of the guys were gonna catch a movie tonight. You wanna e?"
"Sorry, no do Taichi. I' ve got band practice tonight. Aime, okay?"
"Too bad. Sure thing, we do something aime."
Yamato sighed again. He lay on the cou the dark, wallowing in self-pity in a half-druupor.
Yamato, said a voi his head, you need a shower. It was right; Matt could definitely use a shower. His clothes reeked of liquor, and he knew he had beeing earlier, having been so worked up. Yamato relutly drew himself from the coud slogged over to the bathroom. He squinted as he flicked the bathroom light on. He slipped his shirt off a fall to the tiled floor. He fumbled with his belt buckle, and, undoing it, his pants slinked down his thin legs. Lastly, he pulled his boxers off and turhe tap on. Cold water rained down from the showerhead, and Matt waited for it to warm up before stepping ihe hot water felt good on his tired body. The shower massaged his ag muscles and tantalized his skin. He ran his hands through his hair and sho