NOTE: Final chapter and then the epilogue. After the confused reviews I was getting, I decided to re-write this chapter...

WARNINGS: Language and slash. Slash? Yes. Don't like it? Why the heck are you this far in the story then? Angsty ending too...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Digimon...boo-hoo.

CHAPTER 11. Dear Yamato...

"Hello, you've reached the Ishida residence. We're sorry we missed your call, but if you leave a message we'll try to get back to you…bye." BEEP! Click.

What's the point of leaving them another message? I've already probably left a little over twenty…or thirty…but can you blame me? I mean, it's one thing if he doesn't talk to me for a few days, but it's almost been a month already! You'd think he'd have the nerve to at least answer me at least once. I growled and chucked the cell phone, a little harder than I should have, back at Jyou. Koushiro didn't look up from his laptop as Jyou yelped.

"Didn't answer?" He asked casually.

"No," I snorted. I started pacing, trying really hard not to blow up on them. They knew that Yamato and I "had a fight" but that was about as far as I went into detail. Although, I'm sure Jyou knew what we were arguing about… "Three and a half weeks and he hasn't bothered to answer or call back or anything! Not even his father!"

"You know that Yamato's dad works for the television network," Koushiro replied, eyes still glued on to his stupid little laptop. "He's out a lot and gets home late, maybe it's not that they don't want to answer…just that you have terrible timing."

"I think we all know that from my party," Jyou tried to mutter to himself. I knew that he was referring to the fact that his parents walked in right when Wolfgang and I started fighting, so it's a shame that I heard him mutter that. I jumped on Jyou and pinned him to the ground. "Taichi!"

"Look! I said I was sorry about your stupid party!" I shouted at him. "I'm sorry that Mimi won't ever look at you again and that I put on that stupid video! You should just get over it, ok!" I felt someone tug on my shoulders, it was Koushiro.

"Taichi, get a hold of yourself!" the younger boy shouted at me. "Violence isn't going to resolve anything and so don't take it out on Jyou!" I glared at Jyou a moment longer before standing up again.

"I'm sorry Jyou…"I muttered. Silence.

"It's ok," Jyou sighed. "But Taichi…you're right." Koushiro must have had a confused face like mine, because Jyou chuckled. "It's been a long time since you and Yamato talked. I don't think what you did was right, but I also don't think that its right that he hasn't done anything to fix this situation either…I think you need to pay him a visit."

"Jyou is right," Koushiro agreed, before I could object. "You've been moody ever since you two had that fight and it's driving everyone insane. You guys need to fix this… The two of you. Together." My heart ached at his words. Together…that word had always been a dream of mine that had recently turned into nothing.

"What do you think Taichi?" Jyou asked cautiously. "I mean…after all…it is your choice in the end…" I stood there staring at the ground. I wanted Yamato to talk to me again, but the fact that he had been purposely avoiding me not only hurt, but really made me angry. I could easily play along with his stupid game, but…for how long?

"I do miss…him…" I said slowly. "Hanging out with the rest of the group and all I mean." After a bit of hesitation, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and started to run. "I'll see you guys later!"

oXoXoXo

This is so stupid! Why am I here? I growled to myself while I knocked on the door to the Ishida's apartment.

Because you're desperate and you still love him with all your heart.

He doesn't want me! He told me to talk to him when I've "grown up" and I don't feel like much has changed.

You've realized that you were being an ass and that you should let life take its course. I say that's enough for right now.

What if it's not enough for him? What if he wants more? Like…for me to get over him, or to leave him alone for ever, or…

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I shouted at myself. At that point, Mr. Ishida opened the door. He looked confused and I could feel my face flush. "Uh…hello, Mr. Ishida."

"Hello Taichi," He said with a mixture of confusion and happiness. "What brings you here today?"

"Well sir…" Here goes nothing. "I was wondering if I could talk to Yamato." I quickly looked at the ground.

"He's…not here…" Mr. Ishida replied.

"Well, do you know what time he will be back? Please sir, it's really important that I talk to him." I can't stand being away from him any longer…it's killing me. Silence followed afterward.

"I'm afraid…Yamato won't be coming back any time soon." My head snapped up to look at him. He was smiling weakly. "He…he is in a boarding school."

"…Oh…" I said quietly as my heart sank. "Well…do you have an address that would allow me to go visit him? Like I said, it—" Mr. Ishida shook his head. "No?" The way Yamato's father looked worried me…he had so much pain in his eyes.

"It's a boarding school," he continued. "In America." I was frozen to the spot. "Don't worry though; it's just for a year. He'll be back sooner than you think. It's just a year…" Then, he said more quietly to himself, "Just a year."

"W-why?" My voice was a little louder than it should have been. "Aren't boarding schools for kids who are just terribly rotten and hate school? Yamato loves school and he's doing a great job in his studies!"

"I know…"

"Then why boarding school? And in America!"

"It'll be a new experience for him, Taichi. After all, his mother was born there and so he should go and experience part of his heritage. Also, his grandmother could use the company…she's all alone you know…You're right, Yamato loves school. That is why boarding school is good for him. It will present him with a bit of a challenge."

"H-how…how long has he been gone?"

"Three and a half weeks." A lump formed in my throat and my heart shattered. "Yamato said that this would probably good for him to go through with this." He paused. "If it makes you feel any better, he wrote you a letter just recently." I stood there in a daze as he left to retrieve the letter. He handed me an envelope that had written on it: Taichi Yagami. Mr. Ishida sighed. "Unfortunately, the only way you'd be able to write back would be if you gave me the letter. The students can only receive and send mail from their family's address." I took the letter numbly from him and clutched it tightly. "I'm sorry Taichi…I should have told you sooner. But—" I shook my head.

"It's alright," I bowed. "Thank you Mr. Ishida, I'm glad you told me…I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"Actually, it's nice to see you again Taichi," he chuckled. I half smiled. "Good bye."

"Bye." I turned and started walking off. Once I heard the door shut, I broke off into a sprint.

oXoXoXo

I found myself at the stadium where we went on Yamato's birthday. I still had the letter clutched tightly in my hand and was debating whether to read it or not. Of course I still had feelings for Yamato…but he left! To a foreign country! And he didn't even tell me! It's like I'm not even his friend anymore, let alone a best friend! I sat down in the bleachers and held up the letter.

"I should just throw you away!" I spat angrily at the letter. "If Yamato wants to be an ass, then let him be one in America! Seriously Yamato! What was so damn hard to tell me how you felt about me! If you don't want to work at this friendship, then I won't either!" I was about to crumple the letter up and throw it away…but I didn't. Instead, I continued to glare at the letter until I calmed down. Taichi Yagami is what it read. "…still…" I groaned as curiosity got the better of me and opened the letter. I unfolded the piece of lined paper and smoothed out the creases.

Dear Taichi,

So…pretty much, I'm an idiotic jerk and I just wanted to say I'm sorry. For leaving all the sudden and for not giving you a straight out answer. It was really stupid of me and you are right. I should have at least given you an answer or something…but the truth is, I'm scared Taichi. Because…I really do like you. Really…

Mimi found out about it and that is why we had been hanging out a lot. She was trying to convince me in telling you, but I didn't think it was a big deal. I thought everything would be ok and you wouldn't notice anything…but you proved me wrong. You're not as dumb as you look Yagami. You knew that something was up and was too stubborn to let me be. It's one of the funny things that made me fall for you I guess…

I miss you a ton. America is cool and all, but it's really different…and scary when you're basically alone. So far, the only people I have talked to here are my grandmother and this boy named Peter Klein. He's sort of the head boy in my class and he's really friendly. I wish you were here…

Well, if you're too mad at me to reply to this letter, then I understand. I'd probably be really pissed off too if you acted the same way I did. Again, I'm sorry for being such an idiot. I should have told you first, then did what ever…I'm sorry Taichi. You really are my best friend and I hope you never forget that.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Your friend,

Yamato

"..."

Sometimes, I really hated that boy…Part of me was thrilled that he said that he liked me back. Another part was angry for him to have to tell me after he left to another country. The last part of me was on the verge of tears…because he loves me and now he's gone. Who knows what could have happened if we just hadn't let fear and pride get in the way of admitting our feelings to each other. Would he have left? Would we have tried to make it work? What would have happened to us?

The questions and emotions kept racing through my mind as I re-read the letter a couple of times. I sighed and rested my chin on my left hand, the right one clutched on to the letter. I can't…I can't do this…Yamato, I can't live without you. I love you. Not being able to see you for a year…I might as well die.

"I might as well die…" I whispered to myself. I had caused enough trouble anyways. I broke Mimi up with her boyfriend. I had lied to the whole group. I had used both Koushiro and Jyou. I pushed Yamato away from me... "I might as well die…"

But I can't die. What about Hikari and my family? And what about the day when Yamato comes back? I buried my face in my hand and tried to fight the urge to cry.

Part of me was willing to wait for him, but the other part was just too stressed out from this sudden situation. I shook as tears started to fall down my face. I hate feeling like I've lost control.

"Taichi?" a voice said. Shit…I knew who the voice was. "What is wrong?" I tried to stop the tears that were falling down, rapidly now, so that Koushiro wouldn't know that anything happened. "What are you crying?" I finally gave up in trying to hide and avoid it. I mean, that's what ruined everything in the first place.

"He's…gone!" I choked out. I looked up at him and I could tell from his face that I must have looked really pathetic. I didn't really care at this point anymore though.

"Who is gone?" he asked a little taken back from my tears. "I-I thought you were going to talk to Yamato."

"He's gone!" I wailed. I couldn't hold it back any longer. Koushiro stood quietly as I buried my face in my hands, sobbing. The letter fluttered to the ground next to my feet. "He's g-gone! T-to Am-merica! It's all my fault! All my fault!"

"…how is it your fault Taichi?"

"B-because! I was being s-such a stubborn a-ass" I sniffled miserably. I felt a little stupid having Koushiro watch me cry. Me. The head-strong leader of the digidestineds. I pointed out the letter. "H-he's been g-gone since J-Jyou's party!" I stood up and screamed into the air. "DAMMIT! Why did I have to love you so much Yamato?" I lowered myself to sit again and covered my face in frustration. "Damn you, Yamato…"

"…Taichi…"

The moon feels farther away than ever now…

Stay tuned for the epilogue that will most likely be posted up in a couple of days. Please let me know what you think! I hope this solved the confused feelings that were created in the last chapter...hopefully...Flames and bashes will contribute to mine BBQ.