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*****Chapter 3- Coming Clean*****
**Lets go Back-
Back to the Beginning...
Back to when the earth,
the sun,
the stars all aligned
Cause Perfect didn't feel so perfect...
Trying' to fit a square into a circle was no life
I defined...**
The rain poured down and cleared the streets of all human life. It was around 7:30pm as I wandered down the empty streets to find SOMEWHERE to go until things at home cooled off. 'I could always go to Ellie's. I'm sure she's home from cheerleading by now' I thought as a man in a Mercedes drove by and splashed a large puddle of water/mud all over me.
"Watch where you're fucking going!" I yelled giving him the finger. He then stopped and began backing up. 'Oh shit!' I thought as I started to run.
"WAIT!" The person from the car yelled when he rolled down the window. His voice sounded oddly familiar so I stopped.
"Excuse me young lady," he said talking to my back side; I hadn't turned around yet.
'That voice is so familiar...' I thought trying to put his voice with a face.
"I'm looking for my son. He left the house after he got home from school today and now I can't find where he's gone to," he said, "He hasn't called or stopped by or..."
'Wait a minute' I thought, "Mr. Ishida?" I asked turning around and seeing the familiar middle aged man.
"I'm sorry. I don't believe we've... met... or have we?" he asked unsure of himself.
**Let the rain fall down
and wake my dreams
let it wash away
my sanity
Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean...ohh**
I said no more words to him. I stood there in the rain staring at him deeply, trying to make him see me and remember who I was. 'Is three years really that draining to a person's memory?' I asked myself. I had to admit, I probably looked a lot different from when he'd seen me last. Three years does do a lot to some people, believe me, I know.
Minutes passed slowly as we continued to stare at each other. My clothes were soaked and it was cold outside, at least 40 something degrees. I cold see my breathe as I breathed heavily into the dark air. My auburn hair was now a darker color as droplets of water rolled off my face. It then became clear to him who I was.
"Sora!?" He said finally as I nodded in response. His brown eyes blinked a few times as though he were in disbelief about seeing me again. "Wow..." He said to himself. He was now just as soaking wet as I was. "W-what are you doing out here? Out in the rain?"
I shrugged.
"Well, do you need a ride somewhere? I can give you a ride," he spoke motioning for me to get into the car with him.
"D-did you say you were looking for Ma- uh, Yamato?" I said quickly not accepting his generous offer.
"Oh, right, Matt! Yeah, he took off after school this afternoon. I think I recall him saying he was coming of to this part of town but I don't exactly remember. I'm worried about him and I was wondering if you'd seen him? I mean, I know you two's relationship has been rocky but-"
"No, I haven't seen him."
"Oh, well I-"
"I can help you look for him. I'm not really doing anything or in a hurry to get to any particular place. I just don't want to be home, you know?"
"I understand. Here," he said getting out of the car and opening the back door to this car, "Put your stuff in here."
I put my bag in his car but took out my cell phone, just in case I needed it.
"Let me get your cell number so I can call to see if you found him," Mr. Ishida (Malcolm) said.
"513-6140," I said as he punched the number into his phone.
"Alright. I'll call you in ten minutes," he handed me a large umbrella, "I hope we find him." He drove away and I walked off to find the one person I disliked the most, Yamato.
**I'm shedding-shedding every color
trying to find a pigment of truth beneath my skin-ohh oh
Cause different doesn't feel so different...
going out is better then always staying in
Feel the wind...**
Time seemed to go by slow as I tried to think of where the hell Yamato might be. I searched and called his named every once in a while. 'This is stupid' I told myself 'Why the hell would he be out in this weather? And what the hell was I thinking telling Mr. Ishida I would help find him!?' I then sneezed quite loudly. I heard a noise coming from the alley closest to me.
"Yamato?" I said as I cautiously walked toward the alley.
**Meanwhile**
Another "party" raged across town at the Kamiya home that night. It was obvious that Mr. and Mrs. Kamiya were out for the night and therefore Tai and Kari were left alone.
Kari sat in her bedroom talking on the phone with Tk. They were discussing events that had happened at school earlier that day and Matt's sudden "disappearance". Tai was in the living room with four of his pot head friends. The five of them were getting themselves high, as always. Kari then exited her room suddenly and instantly began coughing because of the heavy smoke in the air.
"You okay baby?" Tk asked.
"Tai!" Kari yelled ignoring Tk, "Tai, are you smoking pot again!?"
"Can you believe I got away with the whole guilt trip thing with Chaney today?" Tai asked his friends as he snorted something through a straw.
"That fucker doesn't know what he's doing," his friend (Chad) said accidentally burning himself with a cigarette.
"Someone else doesn't know what the fuck he's doing," Tai said causing them all to laugh. (Isn't it amazing how when you're high, everything is funny?)
"Tai! Mom is going to kill you if she catches you doing this crap!" Kari said still choking and taking the drugs from Tai.
"What the fuck, Kari!? Give it back, bitch!" Tai yelled jumping up from the couch and chasing after her.
"You don't need it! You're obviously stoned enough!" Kari yelled back trying to get away quickly. Tai then grabbed onto her arm tightly.
"Give it back, now!" He demanded yelling straight in her face.
His grip on her arm became tighter and was hurting her so she finally gave into him, "Fine. You want it?" she threw it across the room, "Go get it."
Tai smirked, "Good girl," he said letting go of her and walking away.
Kari walked back into her room and slammed the door shut. She opened a window to get fresh air but continued to cough every now and then. Little did she know this coughing was going to lead to something bigger, much bigger.
**Let the rain fall down
and wake my dreams
let it wash away
my sanity
Cause I want to feel the thunder
I want to scream
let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean
I'm coming clean.
hey ya...**
"Did you find him!?" Mr. Ishida yelled into the phone. He could barely hear me over the rain hitting the umbrella.
"Yeah! I found him! Come quick, he's in bad shape," I yelled back into the receiver.
I hung up the phone and stuck it in my back pocket. I'd taken my coat off and put it on Yamato to try and keep him somewhat warm. I held the umbrella over his limp body trying to keep the rain from hitting him. 'Jesus, Matt. Why do you keep doing this shit to yourself? You just got out of rehab and you're going to end up back in there' I thought as I stared at him. A warm tear fell down my cheek. 'Why am I crying? I don't have feelings for him any more so why is seeing him like this making me feel so... guilty?" I sat down on the ground and buried my face in my hands.
"S-Sora?" I heard Matt groan slightly.
My head shot up, "Yamato?"
"I-I..." he fell back into an unconscious state as Malcolm rolled up in his car.
"Quick! Go get in the car. You can come back to my house for the night," Malcolm said picking up Matt.
I did as I was told and jumped into the passenger seat of Malcolm's Mercedes. He carefully laid Matt in the back seat and then returned to the driver's seat of the car. The wheels beneath us sped off. We had an interesting conversation along the way to his house.
"You know Sora, this may sound kind of awkward, but it's been really... lonely without you coming by the house all the time," Malcolm said out of no where.
"Mr. Ishida, no offense, but it's been about two years since Matt, uh..., Yamato and I broke up. I'm sure there've been other girls in his life besides me," I replied. (By the way, if you're wondering why she calls him Yamato and not Matt's it's because he only lets his "friends" call him Matt (If you remember from the 2nd chapter)).
"You're right. There were a couple of other but it just wasn't the same. Something about you changed Matt. When he was with you he was always happy. It was as though nothing could bring him down because he knew that he had you. But then that day came... and you ended it."
"I had my reasons," I interrupted.
"I know, I know and it's not my place to interfere. I just always thought you two would be together, well, forever!"
"Sometimes you can't control the outcome of certain situations. Sometimes things happen that are beyond your control and no matter how much you regret it, you can't change the past... even if you wish you could..."
Silence fell between us.
"He still talks about you," Malcolm said breaking the silence.
"What?" I replied dumbfounded.
"I hear him talking to himself at late hours of the night. I can't tell you what he says exactly because he would probably kill me."
"Yeah, he probably would."
"Just know that he misses you, Sora. He continuously beats himself up for losing you. If you were to give him a second chance, he wouldn't make the same mistake of losing you twice."
**Let the rain fall down
and wake my dreams
let it wash away
my sanity
Cause I want to feel the thunder
I want to scream
let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, oh I'm coming clean
oh I'm coming clean
let the rain fall
let the rain fall
let the rain fall
I'm coming clean**
I didn't say a word, just sat there and let what Malcolm said sink in. Did I miss him too? Was that the reason I got in the car and came back to his house? Did this explain why I pushed myself away from him and everyone else? The car then stopped and I watched Malcolm take Matt out of the back seat. He motioned for me to get out of the car and I did. I followed him into the house.
"Just make yourself at home. You can stay in the guest bedroom next to Matt's. It was nice seeing you again. I don't exactly know when Matt will be back up and running but don't leave without saying goodbye. I'm going to bed, goodnight," Malcolm said after he'd gotten Matt cleaned up and into bed.
"Thank you, goodnight," I said.
After Malcolm had gone upstairs I began to wander around the house. It was the same as I remembered: big and lonely. The ceramic floor was cold on my naked feet as I walked into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I took a mug out of the cupboard and poured my hot coffee into it. Isn't it funny how you can remember EXACTLY where everything is in someone's house, even after not stepping a foot in it for over two years? It's weird, but true.
I found myself sitting in the over-sized chair next to Matt's bed. I was wrapped in a blanket. I sipped my coffee and sat there not taking my eyes off of him. For some unexplained reason, I was drawn to him. Old memories began to flash through my head as I watched the blonde boy sleep peacefully on his stomach. Is it a true fact that once you fall in love for the first time it's difficult to stop loving them, even if the two of you don't care for each other any more? To tell the truth, I don't think I ever stopped loving Yamato. And from what his father told me, he never stopped loving me either. There was just something there that I couldn't seem to get over. Something I would never admit to.
His body shifted positions.
Was that something still lingering in my lonely heart? Yes.
**Lets go Back-
Back to the Beginning...**
*****TBC*****
Well that chapter took forever and it was kind of pointless. Please review!
