A/N: I'm back! Sorry if it seemed to take a while, I've been lazy, and then we had *says in cheesy voice* THE GREAT BLACKOUT OF 2003! *clears throat* But thanks goes out to my reviewers! If you guys didn't review, I wouldn't have as much motivation to finish this as I do now. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon. Unfortunately, we can't always get what we want. Sad, but true.

You're Gone: Part Five

By BlackSpark

Yamato froze in his spot, as Hideaki's angry expression turned into one of mischief. "Well well, who do we have here?" The black haired boy asked, snickering, eyes gleaming with amusement.

Yamato glared back in response. "Leave Sora the fucking hell alone." He whispered ferociously, clenching his fist.

Hideaki raised an eyebrow. "You think you can stop me? I'd like to see you try."

"I'll easily kick your sorry ass back to wherever the hell you came from, you bastard." Yamato hissed back, taking a step closer to the boy in front of him. "She deserves better than an asshole like you."

Hideaki grabbed Yamato's shirt with his fist, his eyes freezing over. "What did you call me?" He whispered, every word dripping with both anger and ice.

"You heard me. You heard every word. And I meant all of it."

Hideaki stared at him for a moment, in silence. Then, in the blink of an eye, his fist collided with Yamato's face. The blonde stumbled back at first, eyes gleaming with fury. Then, he mimicked the other boy's action, hitting him back. Hideaki glared at him, ready to pummel him to the ground, when something interrupted the event.

"Hey, Yamato, what the hell are you doing?"

Both boys whirled around, facing a very bewildered Akira. "Akira?" Yamato sounded surprised at seeing his friend there, as he gave the boy a look. "What are you doing here?"

"You weren't there for band practice," Akira started off, Yamato groaning in response. "So they sent me to find you. I called that friend of yours, the one with the big hair, and he told me where he saw you head off to." He glanced back and forth between Hideaki and Yamato, burrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "Mind telling me what's going on?"

Yamato walked over to him, looking down. "I'll tell you later," He mumbled, quietly. I can't believe I forgot about practice. I must've forgotten while I was with Sora.

"Aw, what's the matter, too scared, you little pretty boy?" Hideaki snickered, as Yamato turned around sharply. He stomped over, ready to hit him for the second time that day, until Akira held him back, trying to get him to leave.

"Come on, let's just go, it's not worth it." Akira tried to pull the blue eyed boy away, sending a glare in Hideaki's direction. Yamato remained glaring at the black haired boy for a moment, until he turned around, walking off.

Hideaki howled with laughter, as Akira and Yamato walked off into the distance. Yamato held up his middle finger in a silent response, muttering under his breath. "Fuck you. Just fuck you."

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The two boys walked in silence, as the sky darkened up above. Akira might not have been the extreme empathetic type, but even he could sense all the emotions going through his friend at that moment; anger, confusion, helplessness...even If some of them only took common sense to figure out.

"What happened?" Akira asked, breaking the silence. He gazed over at Yamato, curiously.

Yamato shook his head. "I don't think I should really tell you, Akira."

"Aw, come on, you can tell me anything. No need to be so private all the time."

"It's not for my privacy; it's for someone else's." Yamato snapped back, tone full of annoyance. "I don't think she'd be very happy with me telling you what happened."

"Okay okay, sorry." Akira sighed, glancing up at the sky. "What are you going to do about it? Whatever it is."

The blond bit his lip. "I don't know. I really don't."

His companion shifted his weight, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't used to being in such a serious situation, or talking about it, for that matter. Yamato had always been the deep one; Akira was clearly out of his element here, and couldn't help but feel awkward. "Well, whatever it is, I hope you figure out what you're gonna do about it soon."

Yamato smiled a little, sensing his friend's uneasiness. "Thanks."

"No problem. But, you know, the least you could do is write a song about it or something. It's the perfect opportunity to write something really-"

The boy was unable to finish his sentence, forced to start running, as Yamato chased after him. It wasn't out of anger, though; their laughter gave it away.

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Taichi looked back over at his red haired friend, eyes full of concern. Sora remained sitting on the couch, a confused look washing over her face. Something happened between those two…but what? He walked, sitting down beside her. "Sora…did something happen when Yamato was here?" She sniffled, looking away. Taichi sighed at her silence, biting his lip. "Sora, you can tell me anything. You know that."

Sora's sniffles turned into sobs, as she collapsed against Taichi. He pulled her into a tight embrace, letting her cry into his shirt. "I, I…" Sora stuttered out, trying to get the words out. "I'm just so confused…and scared. What if I see Hideaki again? What if he tries to…to…" She started sobbing again, as Taichi's eyes hardened.

"Don't worry, we'll land him right where he belongs; in prison."

Sora's head shot up. "No! I can't….deal with that now." The brown haired boy shot her a confused look. "Maybe later, when I'm over it…but not now." Taichi nodded, his heart dropping at his friend's confusion. "And then there's Yamato…"

He gave her a suspicious glance. "What about Yamato?"

"I'm just…so confused about him. Part of me still loves him, maybe all of me, but another part is still scared of being close to him again." Sora's voice was shaky, reflecting how vulnerable she felt. "What if the same thing happens as last time? What if it still doesn't work out?" She sniffled again. "But it hurts not to be with him…I just don't know what to do."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out." Taichi said, reassuringly. "You aren't the holder of the Crest of Love for nothing."

Sora smiled, but her eyes were still clouded over. "I hope you're right."

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Yamato fiddled with his guitar, as the other band members looked on, worried. "Now, what is this song you're planning to do?"

Yamato looked down, blue eyes dulled. "I'm hoping I'll be able to get through to Sora with the song; to show her I've changed, that I really do care about her. I'm hoping she'll give me another chance…"

"But don't you think it's a bit sudden to spring on her?" One band member pointed out. "Didn't you say she just broke up with her boyfriend? Shouldn't you give her a little time?"

Yamato winced. He has a point...and he doesn't even know WHY she broke up with him. "Maybe…but I'm afraid if I wait too long, she'll be out of my reach. And besides, it's not like I'm doing it tomorrow or anything…"

Akira but his lip. "But what if it has the opposite effect? Like, she's too scared right now or needs some time alone or something? What if it turns her into a bigger mess and just confuses her more?" He watched the blond, carefully. "Is that a chance you're willing to take?"

Yamato didn't speak for a while, the conversation frozen in silence. He looked up, eyes full of worry and hurt and many other emotions, as he spoke softly. "I guess so." He got up, putting his guitar back into its case, as the others watched him silently.

"I'll do anything for her."

TBC…

A/N: I think there might be only one more chapter left. Think. Well, I hope you guys all liked it…oh, and by the way…*holds up a big sign, reading PLEASE REVIEW* I think you guys have got the point ^_^