*Hits self on head* I'm sorry I left it at a cliff hanger again. Please don't flame me for it. I was going to have this chapter being the last chapter but decided to break it up so I wouldn't have to type as much I'm lazy I know. I have also decided to post up an alternative ending to this fic where Daisuke doesn't die due to all the people that didn't want me to kill him. So hopefully that will make everyone happy. This was the hardest chapter to write especially Daisuke's letter so I'm sorry if it isn't very good. Once again a big thankyou to everyone who reviewed the last chapter if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have been encouraged enough to keep writing this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon so don't sue me.

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Chapter 9

"It's about Daisuke."

"What about him? What happened?" Fully awake now my stomach had twisted itself into a knot of panic. Rumi was hesitating giving me a pitying look and I knew something terrible had happened.

"Please Rumi tell me." I urged him to continue.

"...Daisuke he...he was found lying on the floor of his room this morning." Rumi took a deep breath.

"No one is sure how he got them but Daisuke had overdosed on some medications. The nurses tried but they were unable to revive him. I'm really sorry Takeru."

"Wha...What?...No..No, no, no, no." I shook my head refusing to believe what Rumi had just told me.

*It can't be true it can't be! Rumi had to be joking right? That's all its just a really sick, unfunny joke. *

"You're joking? Please, please tell me your joking." I begged Rumi praying that any second now he would break into a big grin, slap me on the back and say 'Gotcha!' but the look in his eyes told me that he wasn't joking. My chest tightened I couldn't seem to breath properly. My stomach lurched and I was beginning to feel really, really sick. Rumi put a hand on my shoulder.

"I am sorry Takeru."

I suddenly felt mad. Really mad. I shrugged his hand off of my shoulder glaring at him.

"Sorry? Your sorry?! This is all your fault! Aren't you people supposed to keep things like this from happening!" I was crying now and I felt close to getting hysterical because I had the sudden urge to scream, cry and laugh like crazy all in one. I was filled with an intense hate for everyone especially Daisuke.

"I hate you." I hissed at Rumi "and I hate him too."

"No you don't Takeru."

"Yes I do. I hate him so much."

"Stop saying that." Rumi said reaching out to me again. I knocked his hand out of the way and then, though I don't know why, I had a go at him. I guess it was because I needed something to take my grief and anger out on and Rumi was there. Rumi caught me around the wrists easily as I swung at him. I struggled but soon gave up, too exhausted to put up much of a fight, and started to cry again. This time I didn't resist when Rumi put his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. I clung to him sobbing and getting his shirt wet for a few minutes before finally beginning to calm down. I pulled away wiping my eyes feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Don't be." Rumi reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope with my name written on it.

"This was found in Daisuke's room, I think he wanted you to have this."

I took the envelope from Rumi with shaking hands.

"Do you think...I mean would you mind if I read this alone?"

"Of course not." Rumi said getting up and going over to the door. He opened it and looked back at me.

"You going to be alright by yourself?"

"Yeah...Yeah I think so."

Rumi gave me a reassuring smile before leaving me alone. I stared at it for what felt like hours before getting the courage to open it. I pulled out the folded piece of paper and opened it and something silver fell out of it as I did so. Forgetting temporarily about the letter I picked up the object that had fallen into my lap and examined it. It was a silver chain and I realised with a start that it was the necklace I had seen Daisuke wearing sometimes. Remembering the letter I put the necklace down and picked up the letter and read:

Dear Takeru,

I imagine that if you are reading this then it means that I finally did it. You were the only thing that kept me from dying while I was here but even you can only save me for so long. I know that this is going to hurt you and I am truly sorry but for me I can only see one choice and I had to take it. Even though it's hard, and I'm sure that you must be hating me right now, I hope one day that you can understand.

Love Daisuke.

It was a good thing that the letter ended when it did because I couldn't have stood reading any more. Slowly I got off of my bed and tore the letter up until it was nothing more than little scraps of paper in my hand. I opened the window and shoved my hands through the bars. The first thing to go was the necklace it fell straight down and landed with a soft thump in the snow. Then I opened the hand with the letter in it and let the wind blow them away. As soon as I had done it I wanted to run outside and get them all back, but I knew that it was impossible. So instead I stood there and watched them fly away piece by piece.

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I got special permission to go with Rumi, and some other good friends of Daisuke's, to Daisuke's funeral. I stood with them, my mother, father and brother the whole time. I saw the other Digidestined there but I didn't feel like talking to them and answering the questions that they were bound to have. I was mad to discover that Daisuke's parents had told everyone that Daisuke had been killed when a car hit him. They were obviously too embarrassed to admit what had really happened I was sure that Daisuke's parents must have had some idea that they were, in part, responsible for this. Ken and Miyako both got up and gave nice short speeches I was going to as well but pulled out at the last minute. I couldn't trust myself up there I knew that I would probably tell the truth of how Daisuke had died and put his parents in a bad spot. And as much as I wanted to do that this really wasn't the time or place to accuse people. I left as soon as the funeral was over to avoid the other Digidestined I knew that they had seen me and I still didn't want to talk to them. Yamato or mum would make up something to tell them so I wouldn't have to which I was grateful for.

The ward was very quiet when we got back everyone had the same looks on there faces. Pity. And all these looks were directly aimed at me. I hated all the attention people were giving me so I quickly made for the quiet safety of my room. I must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I remember was hearing someone knocking at my door. I went to answer it but there was no one in sight it was then that I noticed a piece of paper that had been slipped under the door. Curious I picked it up.

Takeru,

I really need to talk to you. Tonight at 11:00 make your way to the art room it will be unlocked and I will be waiting.

Danny

*Strange. Why would Danny set up a secret meeting just to talk to me? *

Despite my doubts I decided the only way to find out why was to do as the note said. I waited until the nurse doing night checks went past before hurrying down to the art room as quickly as I could. To my relief it was unlocked I slipped in and looked around. No one was there. Thinking that Danny must have unlocked the door and then left maybe to get something I waited. After ten or so minutes I was sick of waiting and was prepared to leave but before I got the chance someone stepped through the door with a flashlight in hand. I saw at once that it definitely wasn't Danny.

"Hello Takeru." He whispered quietly.

It was Randy.