A/n: Not a story that I had intended, however, I feel… in the mood. A.K.A, not in the best of moods right now, as my story will soon show. I haven't written a story like this in a while, and don't know how it will turn out. Be prepared for anything. Thank you to Akira Nishikawa, and Angelwahalla and Spazwahalla for reviewing the epilogue of Confused? I'm glad you guys liked it. Main pairing: Kaiser X Yamato maybe in the end just Ken X Yamato, I haven't decided yet, but for now, Kaiser X Yamato. Minor parings are Taiora, Taito, and Daikeru.

Anyhow, on with the story, this chapter will be the prologue it'll start in the present, then go back three weeks, and end back in the present. Time change will be marked by '???'. If the scene changes within a time area it'll just be marked by '?'.

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon.

Warning: Depression, mention of cutting, bastard Taichi (even though this one kind of hurts, I love Tai…), bitch Sora.

Rated T for swearing, cutting, and slight sexual scenes (nothing too bad,) rating may or may not go up, we'll see.

On with the prologue;

A phone rings in a silent room. A groan rises from a lump on a bed. A hand appears from beneath the covers, and falls onto the phone. "Hello?" a groggy, female voice asks into the receiver.

"Natsuko, I'm afraid it's happened again." A man's voice floated over Natsuko. She sat upright in bed, there was a brief pause on the other end as the man coughed violently. "I found him in his room. I can't keep him from doing this again. I think it's all piling up, I think he should move in with you. I couldn't bare to send him to another hospital, last time-

"I know what happened last time. I'll come by first thing in the morning to pick him up. Are you sure you will be fine on your own?" Natsuko asked, her voice- despite the early hour- alert and worried.

"I'll be fine, I'm sorry to change our agreements, but I just-

"No, I understand, don't worry, as soon as Takeru leaves I'll come by to pick him up. I'm assuming he doesn't have to go to school tomorrow?" She asked, falling back against her pillow.

"No, I've told him I was calling you. I think he's mad at me, he won't talk, but then again he never will. Hopefully you can do something that I wasn't able to do. I'll see you in the morning. Goodbye." There was a click on the other end, and Natsuko sighed.

"What could have caused this, he was doing so well."

???

A lone blonde walked quickly against the harsh wind towards his apartment. He smiled and pulled out his phone checking the time. For once he was actually early for a date, after a band rehearsal. He opened the door and ran up the stairs quickly, stopping only when he reached the door. He made his way in and set down his guitar, then took off his shoes. Walking to the kitchen counter, he saw a note pinned to the fridge.

Yamato, had to leave for a doctors appointment, then work. See you later when I get home. Tai's waiting in your room. He can spend the night if he wishes.

Dad.

Yamato smiled at the Taichi part, making his way to his room. He frowned when he heard noises from withing it, he leaned against the wall outside and sighed. He was pretty sure what would be on the other side of the door. However, he hoped that Takeru and Daisuke were wrong. He pushed the door open casually and leaned against the door jam. Taichi sat sprawled back over his bed, pants and boxers on the floor. Sora knelt before him, a bit to close to his crotch. As soon as the door banged against the wall, Sora shot away from Taichi, and Taichi just shot up.

"Ya-"

"Hi honey I'm home." Yamato said, his voice calm but laced with malice. Sora whimpered and backed into a corner, wiping her mouth. Yamato paid her no attention, and went father into his room, Taichi pulled his underwear and pants back up, before moving to hug Yamato.

"It's not what it loo-

"Don't touch me." Yamato said, moving away fast. "Do you really think you can touch me after you let that touch you?" he said, gesturing at Sora, who let out another whimper. Yamato rolled his eyes. "Shoo" he said to her, as fast as a fox, she was up and out of his room. He turned back to a sheepishly grinning Taichi, "I didn't mean just her."

"Wha- Yama- You-

"Save me the stammering and get out would you?" Yamato said nonchalantly, moving past Taichi to go back into the kitchen, and bring his guitar into his room. Taichi moved in front of him, placing his arm across the door opening. "Move your arm Taichi, or lose it."

"You are going to give up everything we have because of one stupid mistake?" Tai asked, anger in his voice. "That's dumb."

"You seemed pretty willing, does that make you dumb?" Yamato asked, his eyes batting in mock innocence, he ducked under Taichi's arm and made his way back to the kitchen, grabbing his guitar, and unfortunately, was followed by none other then Taichi.

"That was a low blow," Tai seethed, wiping Yamato around to face him.

"Really? I thought that's what you had Sora for." He ducked before Taichi could hit him and made his way to the front door. He opened it and turned back to Taichi. "Run along." Tai smirked and moved closer to Yamato, wrapping his arms around the blonde's mid section.

"Do you really want me to leave?" He mumbled, placing his mouth right next to Yamato's ear. "Because, you could finish what Sora started, and probably better." Yamato smiled at him, and ran his had down his arm, stopping just between his wrist and forearm.

"Why Taichi," He said, his voice stickily sweet, "You really are that dumb aren't you?" He said, grabbing Taichi's arm and twisting it, using the momentum, he swung Taichi around so his arm was pressed firmly against his back. "Get out now, last change," He let go of Taichi's arm and pushed him out the door. Taichi moved to come back through the door, but Yamato slammed it in his face. He then turned on his heels, and slammed his own door.

Sliding down the door slowly, Yamato sat with an emotionally empty face. Only when he hit the ground did what happen actually hit him. He folded his arms across his knees and let his head fall limp against his arms. No tears fell however, he just stared at the ground through his arms.

He felt nothing. He felt numb. He hated feeling nothing, and he hated feeling numb. After what seemed like hours, he looked up from his position on the floor. He wiped his tears, and rested his chin back on his arms. From here he could see his hiding place. He hadn't looked at it, or been in it a long time. His hiding place went back to when his parents were getting a divorce and he had thought it was his fault. In the past few years- before he and Taichi- it had become sort of a sanctuary.

Once Taichi had come into his life, though, he hadn't needed the hiding place. However now it seemed to be calling him. The whole room shuttered and beat, much like the floor boards in the tell tale heart. Yamato tore his gaze away. He wouldn't resort back to that. He closed his eyes trying to feel anything. Opening them a little he smiled. He had found an emotion to hang on to. He had found. He felt numb again. A knock resounded from outside his bedroom. "Yamato I'm home are you in there? Is Tai here?" His father's voice floated through the mahogany door. Yamato cleared his throat before speaking.

"Yeah I'm in here. No Taichi is not here, nor will he be here again. Ever. I'm not really hungry dad, I'm actually kind of tierd. I think I'm going to go to bed." He answered. "There should be some left over soup and rice in the fridge for you." He heard his father shuffle outside.

"Yamato, what happened between you and Taichi?" He asked, leaning against his son's door.

"Nothing." Came the staccato answer.

"Yamato, you have to talk about it."

"No I don't." Yamato said, banging his head lightly against the door. At the moment he didn't care what the therapist said. He didn't have to talk about anything. Especially Taichi. His dad sighed, but shuffled away nonetheless. Yamato closed his eyes again. Trying to feel anything. Nothing popped into mind, and he found himself moving towards his hiding place.

He sat in his closet and pulled out a small little box from under a pile of cloths. He opened the box, and pulled out a pearl handled pocket knife, it gleamed in the soft lighting of his closet. He smiled and opened it.

?

Over the next three weeks, giggles had followed Yamato down the hall. Apparently, someone knew he'd broken up with Taichi- correction- everyone knew he'd broken up with Taichi. Except Taichi himself. Fourteen texts and seventeen messages currently lived in the space of his phone. Every single one of them, either unopened, or not listened to. Taichi had spent every waking hour trying to hunt down Yamato in class, and out of class. However, Yamato's band mates- once they found out what Taichi had done- made a pretty good wall so Taichi couldn't see Yamato.

One thing Yamato was happy to report was Sora had steered clear of him. Even today, as they were all called to help the younger children in the digital world, she was staying as far away as possible. Takeru floated back to his brother, and walked in pace with him. "You've been awfully quiet. Gabumon's had to take refuge in talking to Patamon." He said, keeping his eyes forward. The best way to get something out of his brother – Takeru had learned- was to pretend to not be asking for it.

"Thinking." Was the only reply that came back. Takeru sighed inwardly and became quiet, trying to think of another way to get his brother to talk to him. However, his thoughts were interrupted by a fluttering cloak and a flash in the sky.

"Yo, Daisuke, It's the Kaiser." Takeru shouted, momentarily forgetting his brother, to run ahead to their leader and stop him. Daisuke turned around and groaned at the sight of the purple and blue clad boy.

"Can't we have one trip without you interrupting?" He drawled, pulling out his digivice. The Kaiser smirked, flourishing his whip. A Monochromon appeared from behind a rock.

"Funny I was just going to ask you the same thing." He sneered, cracking his whip. The Monochromon advanced, attacking the younger chosen children. Yamato retreated farther back. Seeing as how he and Gabumon could do nothing in this situation. He winced at the thought, something to make him feel better. Now not only was he apparently not good enough for Taichi, but he was useless here too. The Kaiser smirked when he saw Yamato. "Aww, blondie, feeling a bit useless? Your Gabumon could be useful on my team." Yamato saw red- if only for a moment- and lashed out at the Kaiser, successfully knocking him off his feet. He pinned the violet haired boy's hands above his head.

"Yamato!" Takeru and Gabumon yelled simultaneously. However they were blindsided by the Monochromon, and had to leave the blonde. The Kaiser growled and pushed back against Yamato, making him lose his balance. Standing back up the Kaiser lunged after Yamato, and successfully pinned him back against the tree. His hands above his head. Yamato's green blazer road up slightly, revealing angry red scars. Seeing these scars, the Digimon emperor let go, and backed away. A look of shock flashing across his face- albeit hidden by the goggles. "Monochromon lets go!" He yelled snapping his whip and jumping on the beasts back.

The rest of the chosen looked on with confusion at Yamato. He simply shrugged, and headed back towards a T.V. the look the Kaiser had given him, had freaked him out. All he wanted to do now was go home and take a shower. The other chosen followed him silently. None of them had seen the scars, but they all saw and heard the tone the Kaiser had used. Something was seriously wrong.

???

Yamato banged his head against the wall to his hiding spot. The Kaiser had seen his arms. What would the boy in the real world do about this? It could be used to so many advantages. He pulled out his knife. He just wanted to feel again. He slashed quickly, smiling when the pain took over his emotions. It flooded him, made him feel alive again. He smiled and fell back, the wall supporting him, he cut again, this time slower, and deeper. He savored the feeling it left.

Hiroaki sighed and walked through the door. He sat down and closed his eyes. Really he knew he should be getting Yamato and making dinner, but a five minute nap couldn't hurt right? His illness, and his work were making him sick. He heard a thump and instantly jumped up. "Yamato?" he questioned. Upon not receiving an answer, and out of old habit, he forced himself into Yamato's room, to see his son sprawled on the ground – still conscious- but with a bloodied arm. "Oh Yamato." He said, picking his son up, and bringing him to the bathroom. He bandaged the wounds quickly and looked into hazy blue eyes. "Why?"

"Am I still alive?" Yamato asked, his eyes filling with tears. "I can't feel it." He shut his eyes, and fell asleep almost instantly. Hiroaki sighed, but carried his son back to bed, then he grabbed the phone. He couldn't handle this again.

A/n: So, what do you guys think? More will be reviled next chapter, I promise. Sorry for the sucky grammar and all that. Something funky is going on with Word on my computer now, and it won't spell check properly, so I'm going to be using Google Docs, and to try and fix it. Please Read and Review. See you next time.