A/N: Here is the third installment! Thank you to all who have read and reviewed so far. It's very much appreciated!

I think this will turn out to be a Sorato, though I am a Taito and/or Taiora fan. I guess it's good to try new things ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, hence the reason I am broke.

You're Gone: Part Three

By BlackSpark

Yamato paced around the room, his friend Akira watching him closely. He ran his fingers through his golden hair, as one sound echoed through his mind.

Slap.

He clenched his teeth, as the sound raced through his mind.

Slap.

The one person he loved most was being abused by some worthless bastard.

Slap.

And still she chose that asshole over him.

Slap.

He punched the wall in frustration, as Akira jumped from his spot on the bed. "Dude, are you OK?"

Yamato looked down, trying not to reveal the emotion held in his icy eyes. "Oh yeah. Perfectly fine. The girl I love is being beat up by some fucking loser and I'm perfectly OK with it!" Akira winced at his sarcasm, wishing he hadn't said a word. "No, I'm not frigging OK Akira! What the hell do you expect?"

"All right, all right. I'm sorry." Akira sighed, leaning back on the bed. "What are you going to do about it? You can't just stand here and mope."

Yamato bit his lip, thinking for a moment. "I guess I'll talk to her about it. Convince her that she deserves better than a jerk like him." Yamato's eyes flared up in anger. "Why is she still with him? Why didn't she stick up for herself? Doesn't she know she's worth so much more?"

Akira caught the crack in his voice, but didn't say anything about it. "Maybe it was the first time he's done it. Maybe she was in shock or something." He shrugged. "I wouldn't know, luckily I've never been in that position."

Yamato sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm going to head over to her house." He said, turning around to face his brown-haired friend. "I'll see you later." Walking out of the room, a guilty thought crossed his mind.

If you actually did things right, none of this would've happened. She'd still be with you, not that jerk.

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Sora lay in her room, gaze up towards the ceiling. She appeared to be lost in thought, eyes duller than usual.

Why do you let him do this to you? She flipped over to her back, squeezing her eyes shut. He loves me. He just…loses control sometimes.

Sometimes? He does it to you half the time you're together!

But he apologizes…and he seems so guilty and sad…

It's not worth it! If he loved you, he wouldn't be doing this!

She opened her eyes, tears now forming as a result of the inner battle taking place. She buried her head in her pillow, sniffing slightly.

Ding Dong.

Sora groaned as she heard the doorbell ring, wiping at her eyes. Don't let anyone see you like this. She made her way to the front of her house, opening the door slowly.

For the second time that week, her jaw almost dropped, as she saw Yamato standing in front of her.

"Yamato? What are you doing back here…again?"

Yamato looked down at first, then looked up, icy blue eyes meeting hers. Sora turned away, slightly intimidated by the intense stare. "Sora…can I talk to you for a moment?" Sora remained silent. "It's important."

Sora sighed, opening her door wider. "All right. Come in."

Yamato stepped inside, as awkward silence took over the conversation. Finally, Sora spoke up. "Well? What did you want to say?"

"I saw you and your boyfriend in the park the other day." Yamato said, getting right to the point. Sora's eyes widened. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Sora looked away. "He doesn't do it all the time or anything." She said, softly. "And he apologizes every time…"

"So you think that makes it right?" Yamato's voice was full of anger and grief, and Sora cringed slightly. "You think because he says 'Oh, I'm sorry' makes it OK for him to do that? For him to treat like you dirt?"

"Yamato-"

"No!" Yamato's cut her off, voice raising a volume. "Why do you let him do it? Why can't you just walk away and leave him behind? He's not worth it, Sora!" He paused for a minute, voice dropping to a softer volume. "You deserve better than him!"

Sora didn't look at him, as a tear fell from her eyes. Yamato's eyes softened when he saw, taking a step closer. "Yamato, please…"

"Sora, he doesn't love you-"

"How would you know?" Sora snapped back, catching Yamato off guard. "You can't judge how he feels about me!"

"Hitting you like that is proof he doesn't love you!" Yamato replied in disbelief. "You don't harm someone you love!" He walked right next to her, cupping her face with his hands. Yamato had to use every muscle in his body to not do go any further; the desire to sweep her up in his arms and kiss her was almost unbearable. "Sora, listen to me. You're only going to keep getting hurt. Please, please just let him go. It's the best thing to do."

Sora's eyes were full of tears, but anyone could see the rage flaming inside. "I love him!" She cried out. "He's just…confused, that's all…he'll stop doing it, I know it-"

"No he won't!" Yamato's shout echoed through the house. "He'll keep doing it! Can't you see that if this goes on, you'll only be living a lie?"

"Yamato, please-"

"Why can't you see the truth that's right in front of your face?"

"You're wrong!" The redhead's response was full of fury, as it brought an angry silence over the two teens. Her breaths were ragged, as Yamato looked down on the floor. "Get out." Sora said, finally, voice almost a whisper.

"Sora-"

"Now."

The blond didn't move for a moment, then turned, walking away. He paused at the door, casting a long glance upon Sora. "Save yourself…before it's too late."

He closed the door quietly. With his last words echoing through her head, Sora fell to the floor, collapsing into a fit of tears.

*        *        *

"WHAT?"

Yamato winced, as Taichi glared at him across the table. "Please," The brown haired boy said, in an angry tone. "Tell me what you just said was just a cruel and horrible joke."

Yamato shook his head. "I wish I could." He said, softly. Taichi stared at him in disbelief.

"And she's going to stay with that bastard?"

Yamato nodded. "Yeah. I figured that you might be able to get through to her."

Taichi looked down, as he clenched and unclenched his fist. "I'll try." He replied, eyes full of determination. "And she's been with him for frigging three months…"

Yamato nearly spit out his drink. "Three months?" His tone gave away that he was shocked, eyes full of disbelief. "This has been going on for three months?"

Taichi nodded grimly. "Apparently. I guess so." He looked down at his watch. "I'm supposed to be meeting her at her house today."

"When?"

"Right about now."

The blue eyed boy nodded, as Taichi got up from his seat. "Try as hard as you can." He said, looking away.

The brown haired boy looked closer, swearing he saw something glisten in Yamato's eyes. "You still love her, don't you?"

"Yeah…yeah, I do."

Taichi nodded. "I'll do the best that I can. Which, of course, will lead to success." He added on, hoping humor would lighten up the conversation a little more.

Yamato smiled a little, as Taichi wandered off. "You better be right." He replied softly, knowing that his friend was too far gone to hear him.

*        *        *

Yamato waited. And waited. And waited. Yet, there was still no one from Taichi. Man, this waiting game is the worst.

He would soon be proven wrong.

His phone rang, finally, and he answered nervously.

"Taichi? How'd it go?"

"Yamato," His voice was urgent, and…afraid? "Get down here. Now."

Yamato felt his heart pound harder. "What is it? What happened? Is she all right?"

"I'll explain everything later, just hurry it up!"

"Tai-"

Click.

Yamato stared at his cell phone, not entirely sure of what had just happened. Then, one thought finally registered:

Something's wrong with Sora.

TBC…

A/N: What did you guys think? Loved it, hated it? Should I continue? Thanks for reading, don't forget to review!