Set in a time where there was no digiworld at least not yet. A taiora. I

don't own digimon or any of the character's you'll recognize.

Complicated

Love. What exactly is love? The oxford dictionary defines it as a fondness warm affection sexual passion; sweetheart. But what is love is it merely a definition...or is it more? I thought I knew what love was but I guess I was wrong.

It was raining. Perfect. She always liked the rain. And it seemed that the heavens were giving her just what would have wanted on her last day. Sora was gone now. There was no going around it or pretending. She was dead. No she wasn't dead...because angels don't die angels sleep. And that's just what she was doing. Sleeping.

"So-you're leaving me?" her eyes were filled with tears, her voice was shaky.

"It's not that Sora...I just need some time...that's all"

Time passed slowly at the funeral. Yamato sat in the front. Of course. His blue eyes stared directly in front of him at the casket where her body lay. His face was stern and I knew why. Yamato didn't want me here. He blamed me for his wife's death. Everyone did. And that included me.

The eulogy was read by her mother. Despite her obvious grief she still was amazingly strong through the funeral. I hadn't seen her cry not even once. The poor woman.

"Mrs.Takenouchi" I approached the sobbing woman

"Taichi" her voice was no more than a whisper and for a moment I thought I saw a smile cross her tear stained face but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared "You" her eyes were angry they were accusing they were staring right into me "You...killed her"

Hours after a hysteric woman had lunged onto me. Hours after men twice her size had had to pull her off me. Hours after I had been asked by crying family members to leave the gathering. I was back. It was dark, but lately I found that it had begun to suit my mood. I sat there next to the coffin just thinking, thinking about me thinking about Sora and thinking about us mostly.

What us?

That's right there was no us. Maybe once but not now. Not ever. I was such a fool I had let her go and then I had tried to get her back and now she was gone. I smirked at the irony. Now neither of us had her not me not Yama. She was free, free at last.

I don't know how long I stayed there that night an hour? Maybe less. All I knew was that I was with her. And that was all that mattered.

A few rays of moonlight filtered through the stained glass windows of the church. I stood up. I brushed off the dust on my pants with my hands. I sighed deeply. And I opened the casket. She was beautiful. She really wasn't dead just sleeping. I smiled. "Sora" I whispered. "Sora I'm so sorry I-I never meant for any of this to happen".

It was as if a dam had broken inside of me, all the emotion, all the pain that I had been holding in all these years I finally released it. I cried. I cried for her. I cried for me. And I cried for us. Her face shone in the moonlight. Her clothes now drenched with my tears. I touched her face with my hand it was so soft. I craved her, I needed her and I knew she needed me.

I brought my face towards hers and I kissed her. Her lips were cold but yet so sweet. She had not been my first and I had not been hers. But I would her last and she would be mine.

The steel shone in the moonlight the blade was sharp.

"Sora please forgive me"

I kissed her again this time with more meaning. Finally we would be together.

I didn't feel the blade I didn't feel myself fall pulling hers with mine. Yes, finally I'd be with my angel.

"Don't worry Sora I won't let anything happen to you"

"Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise"

FIN

A/N I was thinking of making a prolouge to this showing exactly how Sora died but only if you reveiw.