~*TK's point of View*~
Alright…this is just a little part that I decided to add it, showing each of the DD's (except for Ken, seeing as how he's not dead, yet) points of view just as they died. Yes, it's sad. Sadder than all the parts put together, I believe.
Dedication: For Faith-chan for reviewing my last part! ^_~

~*TK's point of View*~

~*January 5, 2015*~

The light seemed to be fading…and I knew that it would soon be gone…

NO! No…Kari was the light…if I could just find her…make sure that she's alright…then, maybe I could die in peace…

Because I knew that I was going to die…the plane had crashed and now, most likely lay in ruins…

"TK!" her voice was so soothing…

I tried to turn towards the sound of her voice…it hurt.

I tried to take a deep breath. That hurt, too. I tried to think. Even that hurt.

"TK!" she called my name again.

I managed to turn my head every so slightly…managed to point my eyes in her direction…and saw her lying in a heap, just inches away from me.

Kari…was she hurt? Oh, please, God…don't let Kari be hurt…let me die, if you must…but please, let Kari be alright!

With a sob, I watched with dimming sight as she pulled herself towards me. With almost the last of my strength, I managed to get my arms around her, to pull her close, one last time.

"TK, please…don't leave…" she wept. "Please…"

With a moan of pain, I buried my face in her hair. "It'll be alright," I choked out. "I swear it will…you'll be alright, Kari. And…and if I…die…" I could hear my voice becoming weaker, and paused for a moment to catch my breath. "If…if I die, you have to live…"

I couldn't manage to speak any longer. All energy was drained from me. I concentrated on the feel of her in my arms.

Maybe that would keep me in the land of the living…

But still, I could feel my life fading away…my hearing was getting more blurred…and my eyes slowly drooped shut.

The last thing I was aware of was Kari sobbing my name…

~*Kari's point of View*~

~*February 5, 2015*~

It felt like déjà vu. It was happening all over again. Those were the only thoughts that raced through my mind as the plane spiraled downwards, only to come in contact with the hard, stone ground.

Pain jarred through my entire body, shooting through me in waves of agony. I could feel my body almost seem to bounce up off the ground, only to land a second time.

And yet, I was still alive. Barely…but still alive. Still breathing.

But I knew that it wouldn't be for long.

Oh, soon I would be with TK…please, God…let it be soon…or should I be saying…please Fate?

It didn't really matter who…just as long as someone ended my life soon…oh, please…soon…

I didn't want to have to live for the rest of my life without TK! I either wanted him to miraculously come back to life, or for me to die so that I could join him.

And since I knew that he wouldn't magically be walking up to me, picking my broken body up off the ground, healing me with his soothing words…

The only way for me to be with him was for my life to end.

In a way, I almost welcomed it, that black light descending upon me. But, in another way, I didn't. It reminded me too much of the black light, from all that time ago, back in the Digital World…

But as long as it wasn't painful, it didn't matter…

Pain. It literally physically impossible for me to be in more pain. Both physically and emotionally.

So it would be a releif to die…to be rid of the pain…to see TK's face, smiling down at me…

In fact…I could almost see it…TK's face, I mean…I could almost see him looking down upon me, willing me to join him, yet, at the same time, willing me to keep living…

Oh, God, the pain…it still swept through me in waves of shattering agony…yet it was becoming dimmer all the same…

And all the while, I could see TK's face drawing nearer.

~*Mimi's point of View*~

~*March 5, 2001*~

I could hear my voice pleading with him to let me live. Him. Boris Walton.

I could feel the tears streaking my face. Could sense the overwhelming sense of dread that was dawning upon me.

He stood over me, a length of rope in one hand, a gun in the other.

He was going to kill me. Of that, I was sure.

I could feel more tears running down my face, and mentally willed myself to stop crying. I had to stop…I couldn't appear to be weak in front of him…

No. I wouldn't be weak! I wouldn't! In my last moments on Earth, I would be strong. If not inwardly, then at least outwardly.

And so I straightened my posture, and raised my head, glaring at him defiantly.

But inside, I was still quivering like a leaf. I didn't want to die…oh, God, how I wanted to live…

I wanted to live to progress in my singing career. I wanted to live to spend the rest of my life with Matt…

Matt! I would never see him again! What would he think? Would he know how I had died? Would he be sorry? Would he cry? I knew he would.

And my parents! My poor, poor Mother! What agonies she would go through…her and Daddy…knowing that I, their only child, their little princess, was dead!

I was almost crying again, thinking of my parents and Matt. And then it hit me. I was going to die. As I stared down the barrel of that gun…as I watched him advance towards me, the length of rope dangling from his other hand, I knew that I would never again see the sunrise…or sunset…again. Never hear my family and friends laughing and talking…

My friends! Sora…my best friend forever! Never again would I be able to just sit down, pick up the phone, and dial her number. Never again would I get to hear Tai making sometimes-not-so-funny jokes. Never listen to Izzy's intellectual talk. Never again hear Joe's complaining, or watch Davis trying to copy Tai. Never laugh with Yolie as she continued on in her carefree manner; never again joke with Cody about his grandfather's prune-juice addiction, never watch as Ken won, time and again, against the darkness.

Never again do or see anything that I loved.

My life would be over. He was beside me now, stretching the rope around my neck, and pulling.

He was going to strangle me! Why couldn't he just shoot me, and get it over with? Why put me through the agony of being strangled? Of having him draw it out?

And as the world began to swim before my eyes, all I could think of were the things that I would never get to do.

~*Tai's point of View*~

~*April 5, 2001*~

I seemed to be floating high above the world. High above the heavens, in some un-definable place.

Floating around, staring down at my unconscious body. It seemed to be a million miles away, and yet, at the same time, it was so close that I could almost reach out and touch it, if I wanted to.

I knew that I was unconscious. I even knew how it had happened. Davis had knocked into me, and I had tripped over the ball, sending me flying through the air, only to literally land on my head in the middle of the bleachers.

I didn't blame Davis one bit. It wasn't his fault that this had happened. No. Knowing how TK, Kari, and Mimi had died…no. That I was to die was not fault of any human. It was the fault of Fate.

It was so ironic. Hell, I tripped over the soccer ball! How stupid can you get?

But even as I told myself this, I was in an emotional state of wreck. I knew that my life would be over. Even as I floated up here, I could see…and feel…my human body beginning to shut down.

Beginning to slip into it's eternal sleep.

I could see Sora sitting beside me, holding my hand, stroking my face, even though I could not feel her touch.

Please…Fate…don't let me die…let me live…for Sora! She needs me…I know that she does…just let me stay with her…for her sake!

No answer. But then, I hadn't really expected one.

And then, I could the last parts of my body shutting down. And I was cast into eternal darkness.

~*Cody's point of View*~

~*May 5, 2001*~

The fire was getting nearer! I could feel its heat upon my scorching skin…

If I didn't get out soon, then I would be burned alive! ALIVE!

And where was my grandfather when I needed him? Trying to find some prune juice! And what would I do with prune juice? Try to put out the fire with it?

Leaning forward, I coughed, choking on the think, hazy smoke.

I was going to die! In the basement! Damn my shortness! If I weren't so short…then I would be able to reach the window!

And as luck would have it, we had been renovating the basement. There was nothing that I could use to boost me up to the window.

What would my parents think? They were in North America…what would they think? They'd be returning home to find me dead!

And my grandfather…I wonder what he would do? Probably drown himself in his prune juice.

The smoke was getting thicker…I could barely breathe!

No! I didn't want to be burned alive! Ever since TK, Kari, Mimi, and Tai had died, I had known that, at some point, I would have to die, too!

But not like this! Burned alive! Any other way…

I couldn't stand up any longer. The smoke was just too thick! My God, I didn't want to die like this…in fact, I didn't want to die at all!

And yet, even through my thoughts, I could feel the smoke filling my lungs, blocking off the air passage…

~*Matt's point of View*~

~*June 5, 2001*~

"So, Matt. How's Mimi doing?"

Upon hearing those words, I had slammed the phone down. And reached for my still-not-gone supply of cocaine.

Ken had thought that it was gone. After he had helped me, he…and everyone else…had most likely thought that I had disposed of it. But I hadn't. I had known…had known, deep down in my heart of hearts, in my soul of souls, that I would need it to help me through something.

This.

It was just too cruel! I couldn't take it! I needed Mimi! I needed her to live!

There was no point…no point…in living without her in my life!

I knew that I should stay alive…for the sake of my family…but then, TK had been my family, and he, too, was dead.

I knew that I should stay alive for my friends…but then, Tai, Kari, and Cody were my friends. And they were gone.

And I knew that I should stay alive for those who loved me…but yet, Mimi had loved me, and she had still died!

And my fans…I knew that they would be sorry that I was dead…but at this point, I didn't really care!

All that mattered was escaping this hell! This misery that I called my life!

It was all that mattered…

~*Sora's point of View*~

~*July 5, 2001*~

The water was filling my lungs…blocking off all the air…

I was going to drown! And yet…nothing…nothing…was holding me down.

Except for Fate.

My hair was all around my face, blocking off my vision. So that I could not see if any help was coming.

Stupid! Of course no help was coming! There was nothing holding me down. Everyone probably thought that I was trying to scare the crowd. Or that I had found something…

No. That wasn't true. My fellow Digidestined…the ones who were still alive, at least…would know the truth. But would they be able to save me in time?

And besides. Fate wanted me dead. And I knew that if Fate wanted me dead, then it would have me dead. At all costs.

But I didn't want to die! I knew that Tai, my husband, was dead. And Mimi, my best friend always…

But I know that they wouldn't want me to die! And that was what had kept me living for so long! The knowledge that they would want me to keep going.

And yet I was going to die, anyway. I felt as if I had let them…Tai and Mimi, not to mention the others…down.

I was starting to pass out…I could tell. I knew that if I could see myself, then I would note that my skin was turning blue.

I would die. Under the water. In an Olympic pool, of all places, with nothing holding me under.

Nothing, except for Fate.

~*Davis's point of View*~

~*August 5, 2001*~

I had been hit by a bus. Of all things. I could feel the rough ground underneath my nearly unconscious body. And yet, some part of me could still hear, feel…understand…what was going on.

I had been hit by a bus. Trying to save a cat that reminded me of Kari.

But I was almost certain that it had died. All that I had left of my one true love…most likely dead.

Not that it really seemed to matter, anymore. Kari was dead, anyway. Nothing could bring her back. Nothing could take her place…not even a cat that reminded me of her.

I wanted to die. Please, Fate, let me die. Without Kari, my life had no meaning. Almost all of my close friends were dead. Tai, my role model. Kari, my love. TK, even though I didn't realize why it should matter, as he had been the one that Kari loved. Mimi, Cody, Matt.

All of them.

So it didn't really matter if I died. It wasn't like anyone would miss me.

Or would they? Maybe. Maybe the remaining Digidestined…Ken, Yolie, Izzy, and Joe…would be more scared. More scared, knowing that it was closer to their time of death.

And my family might miss, me too. They might. Actually…they would. I knew they would. I may be the annoying-younger-child/sibling…but I was still a part of the Motimiya family.

I just hope that they don't miss me too much…I wouldn't want them to get all depressed and such over me.

If only Kari were still alive…then, maybe I could find the will to live…

~*Izzy's point of View*~

~*Septermber 5, 2015*~

The car had crashed. Not two miles away from my real parents resting place.

It was a tradition of mine. Ever 5th of September…the date of their death…I would go to their graves. Plant flowers. Try to remember something…anything…about them.

I should have known! The 5th! I should have known that it would be ideal for me to die today…both the anniversary of my parents death…and me in the car. The same way that they died.

I could feel a sticky liquid oozing around me. I didn't even have to guess at the color. I knew it would be red.

Blood. It was in my eyes, my mouth…everywhere.

I could hear Ken desperatly calling my name, willing me to live. If I didn't, then there would only be three Digidestined left.

I knew that I was going to die. So I had to leave some final words…let everyone know that I cared…that I would miss them…that I didn't want to die!

"K…Ken?" I managed to choke out. "Tell…tell the others…to be…to be careful. Tell…tell Joe and Yolei to be so careful…and you be careful, too, Ken. Don't die like I'm going to…and…and like the others…the others before me did."

It was getting harder to speak. Harder to breathe. Harder to grasp at reality.

"And Ken? Tell my parents…that…that…"

I had to stop for a few seconds, to regain my strength before speaking again. "Tell my parents…tell them…tell them that…that…that I love them…"

The world was going black so fast! The pain was unbearable! I didn't want to die…not like this…

It was then that the rain began to fall. I couldn't see it…or even hear it. Instead, I could feel it.

And I knew that the rain was really tears. That my real parents were watching from Heaven. That they were crying at the fact that I had to die so young.

But maybe that was something I could look forward too…even in death.

Maybe, for the first time that I could remember, I would be able to meet my real parents.

~*Joe's point of View*~

~*October 5, 2001*~

I felt like a weakling. Like I was letting my friends down!

I was dying. I was leaving Ken and Yolie alone. I was leaving my parents…my brother.

I was leaving everyone.

I had had the crest of reliability. I didn't deserve it. Hell, I just didn't deserve it!

I wasn't reliable! I was dying, just when Ken and Yolie needed me the most! Dying!

I had never felt such pain before, as the cancer ate away at me.

Tore at me.

But all I could think of was that I was letting them down. I felt so…so…useless! Worthless! Obsolete! Unworthy! Good for nothing!

I didn't deserve the crest of reliability! I didn't deserve anything at all!

I was letting them down.

The pain was becoming more unbearable…and I could feel my life starting to slip through my fingers.

But still, all I could think of was that I was letting them down.

~*Yolie's point of View*~

~*November 5, 2001*~

My, God, if I had ever known…if I had ever known that Miya had slowly pieced together the truth…

I should have shielded her more so from it! My God…my little girl…my baby…tried to give her life for mine.

She was so brave…so unselfish…

I could feel tears pouring down my face at the thought that she had tried to save me. I was supposed to try and save her!

And so I did. I had pushed her out of the way. Made Fate kill me instead.

It was what it had wanted. I knew, for certain, that Fate had wanted me. That it had just been using Miya, so that I would be almost willing to die…willing to die for my daughter.

I didn't regret what I had done. Miya had her whole life to live out…me? I had already lived. Had already seen all that I cared to see.

But I was leaving my little girl alone…

I could tell that Ken was in the room, trying to console Miya…trying to keep me alive.

But it would be to no avail.

Poor, poor Ken! He was to be the last Digidestined. Deep in my heart, I had always known it. Known that he would be the last to go.

Almost as if he had to pay for all the pain that he had inflicted all those years ago in the Digital world…

The Digital world. Yes…if I thought of that…then maybe I could die in peace…maybe I could die while reliving past memories…past glories…

Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much…

Maybe…

Alright. So that was …sad. Omg…I'm crying right now! I started crying half way through, and almost couldn't finish it! *sob* PLEASE review! And look for the last part soon!

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