A/N: After a couple reviews, I decided to make some more chapters. The beginning starts right after Sora broke up with him; the middle and end take place after the very end in the first chapter (since that ending was months after she broke up with him). Woah, I hope that made sense to you guys *sweatdrops*. Oh and Akira from Yama's band makes an appearance!! *watches as readers cheer* I hope you guys all enjoy!
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine, and unfortunately, it never will be.
You're Gone: Part Two
By BlackSpark
The bed creaked, as a young, blond haired man sat down on it. He sighed, running his fingers through his blond hair, blue eyes dead to the world.
"Hey, Yamato…" A messy, brown haired boy stepped into the room, cutting his sentence off. He gave his friend a curious look. "What the hell happened to you?"
Yamato glared. "None of your business, Akira."
Akira inched closer, standing at the edge of the bed. "It is TOO my business." He replied, defending himself. "As your band mate and friend, I have every right to know."
"And I have every right not to tell you right now!"
Akira sighed, sitting down beside the blond. "How about this…if you don't tell me, I'll tell everyone about the time where…" He leaned in closer, whispering something into Yamato's ear. The blue eyed boy's face flushed over.
"You wouldn't dare." He hissed through clenched teeth, glaring at his brown haired companion. Akira only grinned mischievously in response. "OK, so maybe you would…" He groaned, sounding more tired than angry now.
"So, what'll it be? I know deep down you're dying to tell me."
"Oh yeah, so enthused." Yamato replied, using a tone of sarcasm. Akira rolled his eyes. "Can't I just have some space?"
Akira's eyes gleamed with amusement. "What is it with you and that word? You're always saying that. 'I need my space; I just need some time alone'. It's called interacting, Yamato."
"I think I would know what it is to interact, Akira, considering I'm a musician."
"A rather moody one, if you ask me."
Yamato sent another glare his way. "Fine, if you want to know so badly, I'll tell you. Sora broke up with me. Happy?"
"That sucks." Akira replied, in a somewhat sympathetic tone. "Why?"
"Because I'm an asshole. That's why."
Akira raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you full of self-esteem?" He asked, dryly, picking up his own tone of sarcasm.
"Shut up."
Akira winced slightly at yet another bad look from his friend. "Dude, enough with that. Seriously. I mean, there are tons of other girls out there, think of how many would be willing to go out with you."
Yamato groaned. "Oh yeah, a screaming, obsessive fangirl that will leave me the moment some other hot band becomes big. Just what I've always wanted."
Akira pointed his finger right in Yamato's face. "We will always be the hottest and biggest band. Do you understand me?"
"Sure, whatever you say Akira." Yamato couldn't help but smile a little, just out of sheer amusement.
"And besides," Akira pointed out. "Those fangirls buy most of the records. Where would we be without them?" Yamato rolled his eyes, as Akira grinned. "And who ever said that an obsessive girlfriend was a bad thing?"
"You will never learn."
"No, and thank God for that." His grin grew wider. "Hey, I made you smile in one of your 'I'm being an emotional, moody bastard' moods! Crap, I should win some type of award!"
"Ha ha. Very funny." The blond replied, sarcastically.
Akira got up, still smiling, patting him on the shoulder. "Hey, it'll be all right."
Yamato smiled. "Thanks."
"No problem…" Akira walked to the door, opening it, momentarily pausing. "Oh and by the way…if you get depressed again, can you make sure to write a great song while you're at it?" He laughed as he walked off, a pillow narrowly missing his head, as he shut the door behind him.
* * *
Ring…
A tanned, brown haired young man woke up from his sleep, as he heard his cell phone ring beside him on the table. Blinking his eyes a few times, trying to wake up, he reached over to where it lay. "Hello?" He asked into it, still very groggy.
"Hey...Taichi?"
"Who else would be answering this phone?" The boy, Taichi, didn't recognize the voice right away, still somewhat asleep.
"It's Yamato."
Taichi froze, suddenly becoming very alert. "Yamato…I haven't heard from you in a while."
"Yeah, I know." The blond replied from the other end. Awkward silence passed the conversation for a while. "So, how are you?"
"I think the real question is how are you?" Taichi replied, sounding a bit concerned. "I heard about what happened."
Yamato didn't reply for a while, but finally answered. "I deserved it." He sounded downfallen, voice carrying a dull tone. "I always forgot about anything important to her. I don't deserve her."
"Yamato!" Taichi sighed. "OK, so maybe you screwed up. We all do. Learn from it and try again."
"If she gives me a second chance. Which is highly doubtful."
Taichi bit his lip. "I don't know about that." He said, trying to sound optimistic for Yamato's sake. "There's no harm in trying."
"I guess so." Yamato paused for a moment. "I can't really do anything right now…but when I get back to Japan, I will try to fix everything."
The brunette smiled at his friend's determination. "When will you be back?"
"…A few months." Taichi winced. "Shoot, I gotta go."
"All right. See ya."
"Thank, Taichi. Bye."
The brown eyed boy sighed as he hung up. Yamato better act quick, whenever he gets back.
*A Few Months Later (A/N: After the ending of the 1st Chapter)*
A redhead lay on a couch, the television in front of her blaring noise. Her eyes were out of focus, her thoughts wandering elsewhere than what was on the TV at that moment.
Ding dong.
She jumped slightly, hearing the doorbell ring. Snap out of it, Sora. Shaking her head, she made her way to the door, opening it up.
"Hey Sora."
Her mouth almost dropped open at the blond haired boy in front of her. "Y, Yamato." She stuttered out. "What are you doing here?"
He shifted his weight, looking nervous. "I was wondering if it was all right if…we could talk."
She bit her lip, thinking for a moment. "Well…all right, if you really want you."
The two made their way to a park, walking there mostly in silence. They sat down on a bench, side by side.
"So…" Sora trailed off, unsure of what to say.
"Sora…" Yamato bit his lip, having trouble getting the words out. "Please listen to what I have to say. I know I acted like a complete jerk when we were still together, and I'm sorry for everything." Sora looked down, still very uncomfortable. "I'm a lot more used to the schedule I have now, and I was wondering if you…if you could give me another chance."
Sora felt her eyes fill up, as Yamato waited, looking at her anxiously. Why, why did he wait this long to say that? "I'm sorry Yamato…I can't." He looked down, icy blue eyes full of disappointment and hurt. "It's just that…I have another boyfriend."
Those blue eyes flared up as quickly as they had dulled. The redhead winced at his reaction. "I understand." He said, quietly. Getting up, he gave her one last look. "I hope you're happy." He said it in a sincere tone, making Sora feel a little bit better. He waked off, leaving Sora to watch his retreating back.
Someone tapped her shoulder, causing her to jump the second time that day. "Hideaki," She sighed, as a grinning black haired boy stepped in front of her. "You scared me!"
Hideaki sighed. "I'm sorry, babe." He leant down, kissing her for a few seconds. "Who was it that you were talking to?"
Sora cringed. "Yamato."
She watched as Hideaki's eyes clouded over, his smile turning into a glare. "Oh really? I thought you broke up with him."
"I did."
He gripped her wrist tightly. "Then why were you talking to him?"
"He just wanted to talk with me!" Sora replied loudly, trying to get free of his grip. "It was nothing!"
"Sure it was." Hideaki sneered. He grabbed a bunch of her hair, pulling it harshly, despite her protests. "I don't want to see you talk to him ever again. All right?"
Sora nodded, eyes full of fear. He stopped pulling on her hair, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention. Satisfied with what he saw, he slapped his hand across her face in a quick motion.
Sora said nothing, not meeting his gaze. She didn't feel the tears fall from her eyes, only the stinging pain on her face, and the hole that was growing inside of her. She looked around and sighed, grateful that no one had seen.
Or so she thought.
Yamato glared, yards away, fuming with anger. Akira (who Yamato had called to come to the park, hoping to get his mind off of what happened) was by his side. He for once had a serious expression on his face. "You may have made mistakes," He said, softly. "But none as big as that."
TBC…
A/N: What do you think? Should I continue? It's funny, I don't really like Sorato, but I think this may end up being one. What do you guys think? Thanks for reading, please review!