Digimon: Those Times Gone By

Chapter Two

Seven Years Later

Sora sat at her desk writing a few checks. Biyomon was drawing on the floor, designing a new line of dresses. A knock on the door brought Sora's attention from the bills she was paying.

Kari stood in the doorway, smiling slightly.

"'Thought you'd be here," she said smiling. She walked over to the desk and passed Sora a small wrapped parcel. "Happy birthday Sor'."

Sora smiled and stood up.

"Kari," she said smiling, putting her arms around the other girl's neck. "You didn't have to get me anything."

She felt Kari smile into her neck.

"T.K. told me the news and well… I'd feel terrible if I didn't get you anything."

Sora pulled back and smiled. Kari tried smiling, but failed.

"Seven years of marriage and he decides to break it off a week before your birthday? I just couldn't not get you anything."

Sora smiled.

"The divorce won't be finalised 'til next month and you know that as well as I do."

"Still you're like a sister to me, so I got you this."

Sora sighed and took the package. It was small, thin and square shaped. She could already guess what it was, as she unwrapped the paper.

"Kari," she said smiling. It was a CD, the latest album of her favourite band, beside Matt's; The Blazing Wolves.

"I knew you'd like it," she said smiling. "Everyone I asked said that what Sora likes most for her birthday is the latest music from Those Times Gone By. It's got a special bonus track too! I had to pay ten dollars more for it, but you've got their original masterpiece as well!"

Sora smiled. Kari was so affectionate. So caring. And reminded Sora so much of Tai. Sora smiled again, tears filming her eyes, and then she broke down. Kari was instantly at her side, Biyomon standing by her partner's knee.

"Sora what's wrong?" Kari asked. "Is it about the divorce?"

Sora raised a hand to her face turning her head into Kari's neck, sobs wracking her chest. Biyomon looked at Kari.

"It's not the divorce," Biyomon said. "She just wants a friend at the moment."

Kari frowned.

"But she's got us?"

Biyomon shook her head, as Sora recomposed herself.

"I guess I'm just missing Tai," she said sniffling.

The words hit Kari like a physical blow. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but she remained composed.

"I know," she whispered. "I do too…"

*Elsewhere*

Matt changed the pitch of his guitar glumly. He sat in his new apartment, surrounded by cardboard boxes. It had been bad enough that the marriage had ended, but even though he had suggested a divorce, he was the one forced to move home.

It hadn't been difficult being as famous as he was to get a new place, but his pride had taken a severe wounding. He played a few notes, not really paying attention, but soon found he was subconsciously playing his favourite song. He shrugged and decided to go with it.

"I'm gonna change my life for fortune and fame, I'd even cut my hair and change my name," he sang softly. "'Cuz we all just wanna be big rock stars, and live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars. The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap, and we'll stay skinny 'cuz we just won't eat. And we'll, hang out in the coolest bars, in the VIP with the movie stars. Every good gold digger's gonna wind up their, every playboy bunny with the bleached blonde hair. Hey, hey I wanna be a rock star."

It wasn't what he'd done to get this famous, but other people did just that sort of thing. Or they would if they could. Some had the talent, others didn't. He had the natural talent and had made his claim to fame using natural skill. No cutting of the hair, no changing of the name.

Still he wasn't entirely happy. He looked at a CD he had brought from the apartment he had shared with Sora. It was an old album of Those Days Gone By. The lead singer of the band, Daxson Smith, was at the top of his game. He was happy, he was rich and he was an international seller.

Matt snorted at the comparison to himself. He may still be rich and an international seller, but he was miserable. He was on his own, he was leaving his wife and most of all, was missing his best friend.

Gabumon poked his head up from in the middle of a square of empty boxes. Matt looked at him and smiled disapprovingly.

"Gabumon did you build a den?" asked Matt chuckling.

The digimon looked around him and smiled.

"Maybe."

*Elsewhere*

Mist curled around his feet. He opened his eyes for the first time. The world was bright. He hissed and shielded his eyes. This place was strange to him. He curled his hand into a fist.

This world he did not understand, so he would shape it until he did.

To be continued…

Ok, when Gabumon builds that den, yeah it's a Friends quote so don't grill me on that!