Isolated Sincerity

Loneliness wasn't anything new to him. He had been lonely most of his life. His parents were separated, and his brother...

He was never able to really accept that it happened. A part of him rejected the situation entirely, and by proxy, he started to reject the world around him as well. Soon, he even started to reject his own emotions.

He tried his best to not to let them show, and after 17 years of life, he had gotten pretty good at it. He hung his head at the thought of what he normally did, to mask his pain. At first it was extremely difficult, but he had quickly perfected not letting his emotions slip, after the ordeal.

His brother crossed his mind once more, along with the time they spent together. One memory was stronger than the others. It was when he had competently fell off the slippery slope that was his life. Only then did his facade brake completely, and his emotions were on full display. Everything poured out, along with his tears.

From then on out, he tried his hardest to try and shut everyone out. That only made matters worse. How many times had he put the others in danger because he no longer listened to them; because he no longer cared about his own safety?

The final straw was when they lost someone else. That was the perfect excuse for the group split apart. In his despair he was slightly thankful to finally be alone. He fought many meaningless battles until he was found by that lost child.

Just facing the once lost boy was the catalysis for another meaningless fight. He had been enraged that the boy had shown up acting like nothing had happened. That it wasn't his brother who had appeared before him. That he couldn't run away anymore.

It was in that fight when he once again lost his strangled grip on his emotions. The fight ended without a victor and a clumsy evolution of strained friendship and courage. It was only after the fighting had finished that he figured out that the boy had came back for him and their friends.

He couldn't stop crying at his on worthlessness, his own awkwardness. Why couldn't he just be sincere with the others? Why couldn't he be honest with himself? Why did he have to keep pushing everyone away? Why did his brother have to die?

Even now, at age 17, he still tries to hide within himself if things get to stressful. However, just like before, his friends won't let him do that. He's extremely thankful. It's their friendship that allows him to be sincere with himself and others.

A smile crept to his face as his eyes brightened to the room around. The darkness and bricks didn't sit well with him. He was obviously in a cell of some kind, but he didn't know where. He looked around until his eyes pick up on something moving. He would have recognizes that blue and white pelt anywhere.

"Gabumon!" he yelled to his partner. He got up and raced to his partner who was lying pron on the ground.

"Yamato...?" the digimon whimpered. He looked up and found his blond haired blue eyed partner staring down at him. "It really is you, Yamato."

He hugged his digimon as tightly as he could, "I almost thought I'd never see you again."

Gabumon returned the hug, "but we are now, right? I'm not dreaming?"

"No this is real."

"Then where are we," Gabumon looked around. "I've never seen a place like this before.

"It looks like a dungeon," he assessed the situation, "I'm sure the others must be locked up as well." He made his way towards the door. He barely brushed the handle before the door carefully swung open. The swing of the door surprised him into taking a light step backwards. That one step widened his vision enough to catch a glimpse of a shadow. He gathered himself and walked out into the hallway looking for what had just caught his eye. He couldn't find a trace of anyone or anything other than a few lit candles on the walls.

"What's wrong Yamato?" Gabumon asked.

"I… I thought I saw something," the blond's eyes watched the flicker of the candles' fire. "It must be my imagination. Come on we, have to find the others." The boy and his digimon made their way down the dim halls.

"How are we going to find the others?"

The young man scratched as his head, "you can sniff them out can't you?"

Gabumon's striped fur rustled a bit, "I don't know about that."

"Come on, Agumon would sniff us out," Yamato smirked. "Heck, even Taichi would try. That's what friends are for." The pair made their way down the halls snickering at the thought of their friends doing every goofy thing, trying to find them.

AN: Yeah, Yamato's chapter is finished. I once again, to a different approach with writing and went with a story teller style. It's abridged and short but it tells you everything you need to know about the character and the setting.

Yamato's kind of hard to deal with, even with his problems laid out. It feels like there's a bunch of little things that I can't quite put my finger on. That being said a Yamato that isn't wallowing in self pity is just a slight tsundere.

I don't have much to say this time around but I hope you've enjoyed the story nonetheless. Please leave a review or comment of any kind. Along with getting excited about the next chapter, mull over the bomb I dropped this chapter as well.