Disclaimer: Don't own them, just make them neurotic. Notes: warning, either because it containes Taito or Taira, depending on how you look at it. (I tend to be more worried about the later) Time tends to make jumps in this ... big jumps. Oh well. The first two thirds are just set up. Also, something after death is described. I've never actually died, so I don't know what, if anything, that's like. Sorry about all the same gender pronouns. I _really_ have to stop writing like that. Oh, and it's from Taichi's pov.
So that was it. He was gone, dead, forever. It was permanent. Wasn't it? It was. It was so ... final, _too_ final. It was his best friend who had ... who had died. He'd died. He'd gone and died and taken a part of him with him. He'd taken part of him and he couldn't get it back. Why'd he have to go and do that to him? He'd gone and left him, left him all alone. Why, Yamato? Huh? Why, Yama-chan?
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So, he was getting married today. Aw, he was so excited. And he had the perfect bride. He was really lucky. He turned his head from the isle she would be walking down in just a moment to his best man, Koushiro. The heart beating inside his chest stopped for a moment. That should have been someone else standing there ... but that person couldn't now. Even as Sora walked down the isle, he couldn't stop thinking of who would have been standing there, who _should_ have been standing there.
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Now she was gone too. But it was okay. They'd had a nice life together. There was nothing he could complain about. Of course he was sad, but he was at peace with it. Everything was okay. He didn't need to miss her. Besides, didn't you see the people you loved when you died? He'd see her then.
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So, now he was gone too, like so many of his friends. One by one they'd left, until it was just him and the younger ones. Now it was just them, and here he was, drifting toward a whitish light. It was like going to the Digital World. The light was closer now. No, he was closer to the light. He could see shadows in the light - the outlines of three people. He couldn't see their faces, but he knew who they were. The two people standing in each others arms were his parents, and the lone figure was Sora. Who else would they be? He was closer now. He could tell that Sora was wearing pants and there were other people in the outer fringes of the light. He hadn't seen Sora wearing pants in years. It didn't suprise him, though. Sora never did like skirts anyway. Maybe now he could ask Yamato why...
He had reached the light now and his mother was holding him gently. He slowly released her and turned to Sora. He was met with piercing blue eyes and a calm, gentle voice saying the words, "Why am I here, Tai-chan?"