Hello! This is me writing my very first Digimon fanfiction story. It mostly revolves around Sora, her cousin, and Tai (maybe). I am a major Taiora fan. I don't really like the idea of Sorato… it's just not right. It might sound a little weird at the beginning, but trust me; it'll make sense later on. This will cross over into other seasons of Digimon in either this one or the next.

Summary: We all know about everybody going to the digital world, but Sora knows more than the others… not that she says anything about it. She seems to have shut that part of her life away, not seeming to remember after her cousin's coma started. She doesn't want her past to affect her friends so she keeps to herself and keeps up a façade around them. What will happen when her carefully built walls start crumbling down?

Sora: StoryMakingDragon210 doesn't own Digimon or its characters, all she owns are this story and all her OCs. No matter how much she wants to own Digimon, it just isn't possible.

TK: Is she sad about not owning Digimon?

*sobs are heard*

Tai: I don't know.

Sora: Tai…

Tai: What?

Sora: You… are so inconsiderate.

*Sora starts lecturing Tai with something that he won't remember*

TK: Ummm… On with the story, I guess.

Forget The Guilt

Chapter 1

A Nightmarish Memory

Ten children were running. Their destination unknown, but it was obvious that they were scared because of the fear etched on their faces. As they ran, their surroundings didn't look like they were moving past them, keeping the distance at a standstill. The walls seemed to melt away, first fading to black and white, then slowly dripping down whatever surface it was, leaving nothing, but an empty black as the kids kept running for their lives.

Cruel laughter rang throughout the nothingness. The oldest of the ten stopped and yelled at them to keep going and that he would be alright. A creature appeared next to him, getting into a fighting stance. Soon after, they both disappeared and a clown like thing became visible in the distance. Three guys stopped running and did as the older did. Creatures of their own materialized and prepared to fight, but just like their fallen comrade, they disappeared.

The six children that were left stopped, but kept fearful eyes open to what was around them. The clown once again appeared in the distance and one of them looked at the others and told them to keep going and reach their destination; her last words being 'Keep them safe Sora.' The child nodded and three of them were in tears as the other two ushered them forward. The child turned around with a confident stature, but her eyes still held their fear. Her own creature appeared at her side and looked ready to fight the enemy ahead. Her fate, like the others, was to disappear, never to see what would happen to her companions.

The remaining five kids ran until they saw a giant gate up ahead of them. As of then, the freaky clown thing was closer than ever before. The group made it to the gate and began to argue about who would stay and fight.

"We'll stay and fight," cried the youngest of the group.

"No. I promised to keep you safe and that's what I'm going to do," stated the oldest.

"But you two have the highest chances of coming back to get us!" yelled the only boy in the group.

The older two glared as the youngest girls nodded in agreement. The clown was now closer than ever before and the gates were halfway open. They all called their creatures to their sides, ready to fight.

The three youngest group members looked at each other and nodded while their creatures were hard at work. They turned to the oldest two and pushed them both into the wide open doors of the gate; all but one of their creatures were too busy to notice when a bright light engulfed the two as they passed the threshold; fully unaware as two eggs and one of their creatures entered the gate as well, the eggs causing the 'terrorist bombing of Highten View Terrace.'

Moments of the next years went by as the two girls claimed that their friends had gone missing, watched their fathers die, left for a while to gather their bearings, and went back to Odaiba, only to have one of them fall into a coma.

The last of the group had created walls to protect herself from the memories of the other world. She later found herself happy as she went to soccer camp with her best friend, only to have it snow and drag her back to the world she wanted to forget.

Sora bolted upright after the nightmare. Panting heavily, she scanned her surroundings. She saw the fire burning low and the sky was pitch black, showing no sign of a rising sun for another couple of hours. Sora saw the digimon sleeping next to the youngest of the group, TK. Mimi, Matt, Joe, and Izzy were in a sleeping huddled bunch, trying to keep warm because of the dwindling fire.

Still shaking, sweating, and panting, her eyes finally fell on the leader of the group called the DigiDestined, Taichi Kamiya; his friends called him Tai for short. She'd known him for as long as she could remember. He was the one on watch duty that night.

'It's that dream again… why is this happening? Is it because I still feel guilty?' Sora wondered. 'I just want to forget and move on… I already lied to everyone else… so why can't I lie to myself?'

She put her shaking hands on her face, breathing heavy, shaky breaths. She stayed in that position until she heard a familiar voice.

"Sora, are you okay?" she looked up and saw her close friend and digimon walking to her groggily.

"Yeah… just a bad dream Biyomon…" Sora answered.

"Okay." The digimon answered.

Unknown to them and a sleeping Tai and Agumon, a light-ish blue glow lit up the cave as the digimon Sovereign named Azulongmon left the mouth of the cave.

'Young child… stop denying your first visit here and calling it a dream; your family was lost… it was very much real… and you know that…' he thought as he flew off, leaving the DigiDestined to their sleeping.