A/N: I'm back, with Part Four! Thanks to all my reviewers!

I'll admit Sora may be a little bit OOC, but actually, and I could picture her either being either strong about it, or how I wrote her out. I went with the latter simply because it was a better plot device ^_^ So, Akuro, I understand where you're coming from.

All right, here it is: enjoy guys!

You're Gone: Part Four

By BlackSpark

Yamato remained frozen in his spot for a moment, not moving a single inch; maybe out of fear, worry, or shock. However, soon everything that had been said began to register.

What are you doing? Don't just stand here! Sora needs you!

The blond haired young man ran out of his house, quickly making his way to Sora's. He ran up to the door, about to knock, when Taichi appeared, opening it up for him. Yamato's usually energetic friend had a serious expression upon his face, brown eyes reflecting worry and anger.

"Come in." He said, quietly, stepping out of Yamato's way. Yamato could feel his heart thumping inside his chest, as he took a few quiet steps inside. His blue eyes scanned his surroundings, taking in what he saw, until they finally landed on Sora.

The redhead was on the couch, hands covering her face. Even from where he stood, Yamato could see she was crying. His icy orbs immediately became more alert, revealing the concern he felt. "Sora?" He asked, quietly, taking a step closer towards her.

Taichi grabbed his arm, steering him into another room. Yamato looked over at him, a confused expression crossing his face. "What happened? Why is she so upset?"

His brown haired friend looked down for a moment, before his eyes made contact with Yamato's. "Hideaki was over." He said, using a quiet tone. "Her boyfriend."

"Fuck. What did he do to her?"

"He…he…" Taichi tried to reply, having trouble getting the words out. "I…the door was open, so I walked in, to talk to Sora and stuff…and, I saw him…with her…and…"

"And what?" Yamato shook Taichi, eyes full of urgency. "Well? What did he do?"

The boy took a deep, shaky breath, looking more freaked out than Yamato had ever seen him. The brown eyed boy finally met Yamato's gaze, eyes revealing every piece of anger and sadness he felt. "He…he was trying to rape her."

The two boys stood in stunned silence for a moment, as if Yamato did not comprehend the statement given to him. He opened his mouth, trying to reply. "He…WHAT?"

"I mean, when he realized I was there, he immediately stopped and just sort of ran out. He didn't get the chance to actually go through with it…but…" Taichi's eyes dropped to the floor.  "He almost did."

Yamato exhaled, feeling both relieved and sickened. "That bastard." He whispered, fiercely, clenching his fist.

"It was a good thing he left quickly, or I might've killed him first." Taichi replied, bitterly, eyes flaring up. In a way, it was almost a comfort for Yamato to see Taichi's anger fuel up; seeing him afraid was a scary thing, anger was more expected from his friend.

"If I ever see," Yamato said, through clenched teeth.  "That fucking asshole ever again, he's going to pay."

Taichi opened his mouth to reply, but closed it, hearing Sora's cries echo through the house. "We shouldn't leave her alone." He walked out, gesturing for Yamato to follow him. "Come on. Let's go."

The two friends walked back to the room, the tears still spilling from Sora's eyes. They stood there uncomfortably, until Yamato sat down beside Sora. She glanced over at him, shaking slightly, as he put a hand on her shoulder. Taichi glanced back and forth between the two, and walked quietly out of the room.

"Sora…" Yamato's eyes softened, as his thumb stroked her cheek slightly. Sora looked away from his gaze, staring straight down at the floor. Neither said a word, sitting in silence for a minute or two.

"I'm sorry." She spoke up, suddenly, as Yamato threw her a confused look. "You were right. He…he really was a jerk after all." Her voice was shaky, as she wiped at her eyes. "Deep down, I knew he didn't love me. Really, I did, but…but I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to be alone again…" She stopped for a moment, sniffling, then added on softly. "I didn't want to think of you again."

Yamato felt his heart lurch at her words. "Sora…" He trailed off, not knowing what he should say. God, this is all my fault. "I'm sorry…"

Now it was her turn to look surprised. "What for? You didn't do anything."

"If I was there for you, you never would've dumped me, and never would've ended up with him." Yamato said, flatly. "None of this would've happened."

Sora looked horrified. "Yamato, don't say that! This has nothing to do with you!" Yamato just looked down, away from her eyes. "This is not any of your fault. It's mine and Hideaki's…but not yours."

Yamato didn't reply vocally, but leaned in closer, giving her a big hug. He held her as she cried, murmuring "It's OK", and "It's all right now" over and over. "God, you don't deserve any of this." The musician said, softly, kissing her on the top of her head. Sora looked back up, her eyes revealing how vulnerable she felt. Yamato felt his heart melt at her gaze. She's beautiful, even when she's upset…

He snapped back to reality, as he realized Sora's face was coming closer to his own. He felt his heart speed up, until something happened that neither of them expected.

They kissed.

Yamato ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer to him. He savored every moment of the kiss, even though the memory of all their previous ones had never left his mind. Kissing her has never felt this good…As much as he didn't want to, the need for oxygen made the two pull away, as they gazed at each other in silence.

"I...I…" Sora stuttered out, taking a deep breath. "I think I need sometime to myself...to sort everything out." Her voice was beginning to choke up again, and Yamato felt his heart drop with guilt.

He nodded, getting up. "I understand." He said softly, looking back down at the floor. He made his way to the door, waving to Taichi, still in the other room. Right before he exited, he paused. I love you was what he wanted to say. But he held it back, not wanting to make things worse than they already were.

*        *        *

Yamato walked along the street, lost in thought. How could this have happened? What if Taichi hadn't made it there in time? What if Hideaki hadn't left, and Taichi hadn't been able to stop him from doing that to her? He let out his anger on the nearest rock, kicking it hard along the road. That bastard has her so frigging screwed up, he thought, angrily, kicking the rock again. This time, it spiked up a little, hitting someone in front of him in the back. Yamato smirked at first. Taichi would be so proud, he thought to himself, sarcastically. But then the person turned around, and Yamato gasped at what he saw.

Maybe irony felt like rearing its head. Or maybe it's just one of those days where something always goes wrong. Or maybe someone "up there" just doesn't like him.

Whatever the case, the person standing angrily in front of him was none other than one of the people on his mind.

Hideaki.

TBC…

A/N: Can a rock go up that high when kicked? Oh well, let's pretend it can for the sake of the story ^_^ Thanks for reading, please review!