~*Fateful Destinies*~

Yup Yup! Mesa back with the next part! Yama…*sobs*

Dedication: To my really great friend, Keia…I told you this one would be for you…and I tried to make it really good…but I really hope you like it!

~*Fateful Destinies*~

Matt's father looked up and shook his head. If only I had been there for him…I was just so wrapped up in TK's death that I didn't even think that something could happen to Matt…I should have known…after Mimi died…

His son's death was his fault. At least, that's what he thought. But was the author of the book…Ken…right? Was it really not his fault?

He wouldn't know unless he read on.

~*Chapter 6*~

~*Betraying Friendship*~

Name: Matt Ishida

Crest: Friendship

Digimon: Gabumon

Birth date: December 17

Death date: June 5, 2015

Age when killed: 29

Death cause: Drug overdose.

Although the bearer of Friendship, Matt sometimes had trouble showing it. Often cold and distant, it sometimes seemed that he just didn't care.

A totally untrue statement. He did care. About many things. His friends. His family. His fans, when they weren't trying to propose marriage. Mimi.

He once told me that there was only one thing in which he felt he could truly show his feelings. His music.

But, unfortunately, his music wasn't enough to keep him from dying. Nothing was. Except for Fate. And Mimi. Because if Mimi hadn't have died, he would never have done it.

But Mimi was already dead. Dead three months before him.

That's all it took. Three months. Three months before Matt finally overdosed on his drugs.

I remember trying to talk to him. It had worked. For a while.

~*A conversation with Matt Ishida on June 1st, 2015*~

"Matt, stop it! You can't kill yourself over her!" I could tell that my voice was pleading. I couldn't let the rest of my friends die…I just couldn't!

"Yes, I can…" Matt's voice was weak…he just seemed to have lost the will to live. "I don't have anything to live for anymore, Ken. Nothing…" he slumped farther into his chair, hiding his face in his hands.

"Yes, Matt! You do! You have your friends…your family…you have life to live for, if that makes any sense!"

He looked at me. "No. It doesn't."

"Matt…just please listen to me…"

"No, Ken! You listen to me!" the harshness in his voice seemed to surprise me. A spark of life seemed to have jumped back into him, and I couldn't help but hope…

"I don't have anything to live for! Yeah, there's my family! But they're all still grieving for TK! They don't even realize that things aren't all perfect for me, either! TK was my family…and he's gone. And yeah, there are my friends! But you know what, Ken? Kari was my friend. And she's dead! Tai and Cody were my friends…and they're both dead, too! And Mimi was my fiancée…like that made any difference to whoever killed her! And she's gone, too! Get my point?"

I stared, shocked. Did he really feel that way? But it seemed that he wasn't finished, yet.

"You've never had to deal with it! You've never lost your brother! You've never lost your best friend, plus two others! You've never lost your girlfriend!"

Now I didn't just feel sorry for him. I was mad.

"Now you listen to me! That's where you're wrong, Matt! I have lost my brother! He died when I was younger, remember? And, yes! I have lost my best friend! TK and Kari were my best friends, other than Davis! And I lost Tai and Cody, too!"

We were both breathing hard, staring at each other angrily.

"So you see, Matt? You're not the only one who has to deal with it! So stop feeling sorry for yourself! Just pull yourself out of your stupid self pity and think about other's for a change!"

I didn't want to say it. It hurt me to say it. Matt was one of my friends, too. But I couldn't help it…I had too…and I couldn't help but hope that it would pull him out.

Matt's eyes looked shocked. But then realization dawned in them. Maybe he had realized that I was right…

~*End of Conversation*~

And he did try to pull out of it. He really did. But it was like he was a deck of cards…you take one card away…no matter which one it is…and the whole thing comes tumbling down.

That's what he was like. Like if anything…no matter what it was…went wrong for him, he would loose it. If something happened to anyone of his friends, or family, or anything, he would crack.

The fifth of June drew near. I was hoping and praying that it would pass without incident.

The fifth came. All day, I stayed with Matt. I knew that if any of the Digidestined were to be killed that day, it would be him. Fate seemed to have put its mark on him.

Yet I went to bed feeling victorious.

The phone call came at noon the next day…the 6th. Matt had died at 11:59 the last night.

One minute longer and he would have been safe…and I felt that it was my fault.

I looked around his house, the next day, for any clues. And found his diary.

I read it. I knew that I shouldn't have…but I did. Luck was with me. Or not with me, depending on the way you look at it. He had written in it just before his death.

It seems that someone had called him that night. Someone had called him and asked how Mimi was.

Fate really must have wanted him dead, to deliver a blow like that.

He overdosed on drugs…cocaine, to be exact. And died one minute before he would have been safe.

And friendship was betrayed, leaving us with hatred in our hearts.

*sigh* I know. These aren't really long. I tried, Keia, I really did! I swear! v^_^v

Anyway, I hope that you guys liked this one!

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