Um..... The bottom is Yamato's dream. Thought I would clarify for you. I will upload the next chapter soon... I hope. You see, my computer got a virus and my internet was down...so now I can upload chapters and stuff! Thanks for reading.

Wow. Sora really meant I could stay. She let me have this huge room in her house. She wouldn't tell me what she did for a living, but it was a pretty decent job for how big her house is.

She only let me put my things in the room before we had to go for a walk.

"If we want to get you help, we need to start here," Sora smiled, holding a book.

"What is it?"

"A physic book. It has names of all the physics in town. Maybe someone can help us."

"Oh, that makes sense I guess."

"Well, considering that you can hear this man in your head, I would say a physic is best."

I nodded and she randomly flipped through the book. She looked at me and grabbed my hand and put a finger randomly on the page. I looked at where my finger was; Keri Milaca….

Sora took me to Keri-san's house and she politely knocked on the door. A middle aged woman answered the door.

"Yes, may I help you?"

Sora stepped up, "I'm Sora, and this is Yamato. We have a problem I believe you can solve."

"Come in strangers."

We walked in the house and we were seated on a couch. Keri-san sat across from us on a chair. She looked at Sora and shook her head; then she looked at me.

"What is the problem Yamato?"

I looked at Sora who nodded, "I can hear a voice. It's not just a voice, he's been following me and I can't get him out of my head."

Keri nodded. She looked at Sora, "You can't hear him. It is just Yamato."

"Yes."

I looked at Keri, "Keri-san is there anything you can do?"

"This is only heard of in legends. My experience does not go so far and vast."

"There's nothing you can do?"

"Do not fret child, I will tell you the legends."

Sora and I nodded.

"Long ago, people believed that certain people were gifted with the power of the Gods. These people heard the voices of the Gods and punished or flourished people who were spoken of. Later, people believed that a 'speaker' could only tell a 'hearer' that he or she could punish in the name of God. No one believes these legends."

I was worried, "Does that mean…that this isn't real?"

"I'm not the judge of that."

"Yes you are!" my voice was raising octaves, "Please help me!"

I had gotten off the couch in a desperate attempt at getting Keri to help me. She looked at me. There was not a hint of caring in her eyes.

Haha Yamato. She can't help you anyways.

My eyes widened, "Go away."

"Yamato?" Keri.

"Matt?" Sora.

Yamato, people are speaking to you. But, I don't like that Keri…maybe you should deliver 'divine' punishment on her.

"Shut up! Get out of my head!"

I closed my eyes. I gripped my head and squatted to the floor. Putting my knees to my chest and pushing on my head, I felt it pulsing.

Yamato. Stop that at once. What would Takahiro think?

"SHUT UP!"

My face stung. I looked up and saw Keri standing over me. She had just slapped me.

"Get a hold of yourself! He can only get to you if you let him! Fight!"

You can't fight me. You know that.

I continued to stare at Keri. My eyes watered, "How?" I whispered.

"Believe in yourself young Yamato. You have people you love. Lean on them for support. Love is stronger than any evil."

No it's not. Yamato, you know that for a fact. Did love save your mother from that car crash? Did love save Jiro in that nasty alley? What about you Yamato? Did love ever bring you anything but pain?

"It's brought me Tai, Sora, Mimi, Jou, it's brought all my friends together."

Lies. The Digi-Destined brought all your friends together. Love has given you nothing. Listen to me Yamato. I'm here and you will listen!

"Keri, I can't fight him."

"Then leave, and don't come back until you have the conviction to stand up to him."

Sora picked my arm up and escorted me out the door. She didn't utter a word even when we got home. She just walked to her room. I did the same and decided on putting my things into the drawers. I picked up my metallic blue guitar.

I strummed a tune, "Bring the welcome sign and pick up my pieces. Let's go home and wait for my arrival. Hey, don't break me; I need a girl like you. Things can't always go our way, but life will be corrected. Love can see us through."

I put the guitar down, knowing I couldn't continue singing my favorite song Takahiro had written for me. I cried and put my palms over my eyes, like maybe it would stop me. Tai I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry. Please be my friend again.

Love is useless in any form I think of it in.

I need to talk to Takahiro…

I picked my cell phone out of my pocket and pressed '2'.

"Hello?"

"Hey Yummy cakes, what's shaking?"

"Hey Yama. Nothing's happening out here. Hey, Jiro and Ken want to know if we can do a dance number."

"Yeah. That sounds like fun..."

"Everything okay Yama?"

"I'm fine…maybe I should come back. Do you miss me?"

"We all miss you. Yamato, you can come back and be with us… We all love you."

"I'll get a flight for Tokyo in a few days. I miss you Taka."

"I miss you too Yamato."

"Love you…bye…"

"Love you too…bye Yama."

He hung up. I knew that going to be with my band wasn't a great idea…but I needed to get away now.

"Yamato…dinner's ready," Sora said after knocking on my door.

"Okay," I opened it and walked with her to the kitchen.

We sat for awhile in silence until I broke the ice, "I have to go back to Tokyo in three days."

"Oh, I bet your band mates miss you."

"Yeah. They want me home."

"Home?! This is your home!" her voice raised three octaves.

I was quiet and I looked down at my food, "Not anymore."

She cried, "I'm sorry, it's the pregnancy. I can't handle my emotions well."

"It's okay Sora. I would invite you to come along, but my lifestyle isn't good for a pregnant woman or a baby."

"I know. I have a life here and you have one in Tokyo…its okay."

After dinner, I walked upstairs and went immediately to sleep.

"Tai…promise me one thing…"

"A-anything Yama," he sobbed.

"Just take care of Sora and the baby for me…"

"Oh Yamato…"

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