#wilato

ooc: Sasa… you…. gah  feelsss. 

who cooks normally?: Yamato does since Willis isnt the best cook in the world. 

how often do they fight?: Not often since they are so good together. Sometimes they do but make up soon afterwards. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:  Yamato often hangs with his band while willis hangs with his digimon or his friends. 

nicknames for each other?: Yamato calls willis wil-chan, Wilis or just Wil. Willis calls yamato Yama-kun, Yama etc. ( painintheass sexy rockstar guywhomakesmeblush)

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Yamato. Willis may try and pay sometimes but Yamato will treat him. 

who steals the covers at night?: Willis does as most of the time Yamato sleeps on the couch. 

what would they get each other for gifts?: Willis would give yamato something meaningful and music related/ Yamato would get something unexpected and romantic for wilis

who remembers things?: Yamato does. Although Willis would remember important things

who cusses more?: They would both curse a bit but Yamato may be worse.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Both would take care of the other. Yamato would want to ” talk” to who ever hurt willis and defend him. Willis would defend yama or get pissed if anyone hurt yama. 

who kissed who first?: Willis may kiss yama first as yamato isnt very forward in his feelings

who made the first move?: Willis did as yamato isnt an initiator

The first snow of winter was falling outside his window. He let out a deep sigh. Christmas. He was dreading it. His heart was filled with sorrow and loss. He knew no matter how long he wished, how long he hard he preyed.. he would never get what he  wanted. No amount of money, alcohol or music could make him truly happy.  It was oblivious to anyone that knew him. He wanted him home. He wanted him in his arms once again. To hug him. To kiss him. To hold him close. He wanted him there. Sadly, since his mother feel ill and passed away, Yamato doubted he would ever return. He got the odd email. He cherished each one. They lay under his bed. Always safe. He never let anyone touch that box. It was too precious to him. That box contained photos.. mere memories of what he had. He never wanted to open that box unless he had to. Everytime he saw the pictures, he would cry.He could never stop the tears from falling. He blamed himself. He always had, He could never rid himself of the guilt he felt. 

He sighed. He had to move on. He wondered if he had. He probably had. Did he still remember him? Did he look up at the Colorado sky and see him there? Did he think of him? In the night? When the light had ebbed away... did he appear in his dreams? 

Did he hold a place in his heart still?  Yamato know that HE still loved him. He always thought of him. The good times and bad. He loved him. A tear run down his cheek. 

Picking up a blanket and pillow, Yamato made his way to the couch. He sighed deeply. He was resigned to the sleeping on the couch again. This time it was his choice. He had been used to sleeping here. At least once a month, he would end up sleeping on the couch. Willis would make him sleep there as a punishment for doing or saying something. 

It could have been anything from cuddling him a little too hard, trying to be funny, or just being himself. At some point or another he would end up sleeping there. He remembered making a reference to " Different Strokes" by saying " What chu talkin bout Wilis??" to him. Only to get an unamused look and instructions to sleep on the couch. He chuckled at the memory. 

He placed his pillow on the arm, and lay down. He stared up at the ceiling as he remembered everything that had made him end up here. Not letting Wilis get up when he needed the bathroom? Couch. Changing his ringtone to " I want your bite?" Couch. Sending him a sexy snap of himself whilst Willis was in class? Couch. It was fair to say, That Yamato loved to embarrass his partner at any chance he got. It was way to fun. When Willis blushed, it was so cute. Sleeping on the couch was worth it to see his love turn strawberry red. 

As he lay there now, he felt his heart weigh him down. Good memories. That was all he had left.. that and his team of pokemon. He sighed. Thats why he liked to sleep on the couch. It made him feel less alone. He pretended that he had played a joke on Willis and this was his punishment. 

If only. 

He closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. However, he felt something jump on him. He opened one eye to see Willow the Glaceon leap on him. He then felt a pawing. Coco the bunnery had now joined the party. He chuckled and picked up coco before he gave the two pokemon a cuddle, They always made him feel better. Willow would sleep with blaze - his flareon. 

The email had brought back all the pain that he remembered. Since that terrible morning when Yamato had gone to bed happy and woken up alone. Willis had gone. The love of his life had left without a trace. All he had was coco the Bunnery and Glaceon... as well as Willis old shirt. Heartbroken, Yamato had a feeling one day Willis would go home and never come back. It was his biggest fear. Normally, he would push it aside and hide his fears... Now it was true. It seamed like a blur. A bad dream. He knew it was all to painful to be a dream. 

Since that day, he had hid all his emotions under a thick wall. His smile was fake. Inside his heart was broken beyond repair. Only in the darkest night, did his tears flow, Sometimes, his pokemon friends would hear him cry and snuggle him to keep him company. He even gave Coco WIllis shirt so when he hugged her, he could feel the warmth and imagine it was his love he was hugging. 

Things were so quiet now. He held his bass close to him. He didn't have the energy to play anymore. He would try and fill his life with good things... but he still felt isolated. Things really weren't the same. He could no longer enjoy his life. He was strong. He had got through heart break before. That didn't make the pain any less raw. 

When he saw the email, he felt a mix of emotions. He had to re read it several times as he couldn't before. His eyes were tearing up. He nodded at the explanation. He smiled a bit at the warning of not getting into trouble. It was way to late for that... He was wearing a bandana to cover up bald spots and missing a lock of hair. Looks  like he already had got into trouble. Wiping away his tears, he pressed " print" on his laptop, Several copies of the email came out. Each with a different purpose. He took a deep breath to gather himself, before rereading it again. 

" Princess Yama" boy all the times he had tolerated that. Now he longed to be called that. He'd give anything for that. He reread the last line " I will come home" He felt more tears form on his eyes- already sore and puffy from crying. " I hope so..." He sniffed. " I will always love you..." Then as of to comfort him, Coco, Pitch, togepi, Blaze and Glaceon gathered round him. He muttered a soft thank you. - He was grateful for the company.