I will not put any more disclaimers or anything of the circumstances; it is a pain to create. Other than the notice that I cannot place all the characters into this story because of the great diversity of characters in Digimon Season Two.

I know I have not written for a while on this fan fiction, but please forgive details that seem to be jagged to details given in the first three chapters. Finally, through the help of peers, I realize that major grammatical and revision errors have been made throughout the three chapters, I will fix this whenever possible. Thank you for your cooperation.

Dead on the Surface by Anzai Kasamatsu
Chapter 4: Yamato at the Hospital

ODAIBA HOSPITAL OF LIFE :: Day Two, 7:06 PM

Part One

Like his friend Taichi, Yamato is the kind of man who is a born leader. He can work a solution from an ongoing problem, such as why tigers seem to attack viciously even when tamed since birth. All right fine, not at all like that; but if the leader, Taichi, cannot do it, then Yamato can. Seeing all these qualities in a man would make someone think he can withstand anything, but being said for a second time, he basically dropped down to the floor after seeing the two bodies of his loved ones, lying motionless in a pile of blood.

The doctors of the hospital declared Takeru's stepbrother, Yamato, as stable after the second day of mourning. His heart condition grew toward equilibrium, and he was able to walk out of the hospital bed quick and clean. Sometimes his legs gave in a bit, excusing himself as seeing the same grotesque photograph in his head, making him weak and feeble for a while even for his teenage years.

A band of teenagers were walking into Yamato's room. They were: Taichi, Ken, Miyako, Daisuke, Sora, and Iori, a twelve year old who is also part of the group, and he acts more mature than he looks. "Hey Yama-sama, how are you doing?" was the response of Miyako and Sora simultaneously. Sora added, "You seem to be much better now, we came to see if you can come home with us now."

Yamato blushed when Sora spoke to him. Her voice was the sound of heaven to him. She had on her favorite spaghetti strapped top that Yamato gave to her on her birthday. He hesitantly replied, "But I can't, the doctor said... that I can't leave this room." He looked down on his bed sheet covers."

The room went quiet until Daisuke appeared to Yamato out of nowhere. "Nonsense!" Daisuke added, "I'm gonna drag you out of this room with my bare hands, and you'll feel my wrath when we get out of this piece of-"

"Don't listen to Dai-kun. He doesn't know what he's talking about," Miyako cut him off fortunately.

"I'm aware of Dai-kun's antics y'know. It's nothing uncommon," Yamato exclaimed. Of course they all know about Daisuke's craziness and that somehow he took it from Taichi, who is more so obnoxious than Daisuke. "What's more surprising, is that that shit-head Taichi-sama is in here at the same time. Two times the trouble I tell you, two times!"

"Blow it up your ass, Yama-sama, you'll never change," Taichi responded. Taichi and Yamato were best friends, however, they would fight as if hell broke loose in a nightclub. No one really took it seriously, because they usually get along after a while.

Iori came in, "Guys, no fighting, I've seen these in my textbooks and you are both just harming your own selves in the process." As said, Iori is the most mature person a group of people can ever had. Even though only twelve years old, he acts like he is a thirty-something.

"Don't worry," Sora looked slightly downward at Iori, because he happened to be smaller than her, "That's Taichi and Yamato for ya. Always doing that when both of them meet at one place. It's normal." Sora went back to Yamato's bedside. There was a hoard of indistinct conversations inside that hospital, but the most that can be heard was Daisuke's rants about why the hospital food tastes bad. The only thing that could not have been heard was Ken's voice.

Ken stood by the corner because he did not have anything to contribute to the conversation. He was always very quiet. People always tried to ask him what was wrong, but he never would respond back, hoping they would just find out for themselves. Ken never had such friends around a few years back. His brother, Osamu died about five years ago from a car crash, and because of this, he stays away from everyone, knowing they may just die too... Rumored by everyone, Hikari's and Takeru's deaths must have decreased Ken's kindness and cooperation with his friends. He kept to himself and stayed away from the relationships of others.

Miyako noticed Ken and bowed her head down in worry. Ken and she have been dating for a while. Ever since the time they set eyes on each other, each one committed to keep the other away from danger and distress. These days, however, Miyako hardly says anything to Ken; because she knows what he must be going through, already losing a brother. She did not want to add to everyone's problems, especially Ken's.

Miyako announced to everyone, "Come on! Let's go already." She walked awkwardly towards the door pulling Ken's plaid button-down shirt sleeve, "I think we took too much of your time here Yama-sama. Let's go everyone!" She looked a bit nervous, and Ken just walked right out the door. Iori, and Daisuke spoke their goodbyes and ran through the door, trying to catch up to Miyako.

Sora rejected to go home already, and Taichi was trying to get her to come with him. "Sora, let's go already, this dumb ass can handle himself, don't worry about it." He stayed by the hallway wishing Sora would soon leave right after him. She didn't. Taichi was alone in the hallway walking towards the lobby of the hospital.

What is that girl doing now? I had that damn chance with her, but she instead goes for Yamato, Taichi thought as he waited in the lobby area. He still wanted to be steady with Sora, but now Sora's started heading towards that one other person, Yamato. He sat down on one of the only recliners and grabbed a Soccer Japan from under the pile of other magazines lying there.

As Sora was talking to Yamato about school life and snuggling by his side, a man in a black overcoat walked into the room with a notepad. "Hello, my name is Detective Misaru, I was informed of the man who called in the murder at the crime scene, and I'm looking for Yamato Ishida who I hear is at the Odaiba Hospital; are you the man I need to speak with?" The detective was very stern and right at the point.

Listening to the detective, Yamato responded while he was on his bed, "Yes, I am Yamato Ishida, is this about what happened yesterday? I'll answer any questions." Quick and staccato was Yamato's voice, he wanted to do anything that would help out the case.

"Yes, well, I just need to justify what you did on the day you found the bodies in your step-brother's apartment," Misaru explained. He took a ball pen out of his pocket and held it gripped under his fingers. He sat in an available chair by the window and looked like he was well prepared for answers.

Looking down and squinting his eyes, Yamato stuttered, "Wh...Well... I... uh... was walking down the street; I was walking Sora home. It was quite of a night detective and I just wanted to check Takeru and Hikari to see if they were okay. Y'know, It's respectful to see if your brother's all right, so I did."

"Just tell me exactly what happened," said Misaru.

"Okay, so, I was by the elevator going up to the apartments... when, I hit this guy... he looked younger than I was, 'cause I saw a tiny glimpse of his face, not enough to recognize him. But, he was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with a splash of red, most probably the murderer I think, and the only thing I saw was that he had short brown hair, but since the light was upon it, it looked more red... and it was spiky too," Yamato emphasized.

Detective Misaru looked up from his notepad, he remembered his interview with Daisuke, who also had the same preference of hair. He had short brown hair with tints of red, and it seemed to spike up naturally. He was probably the one they were looking for. "Do you know anyone with preferences like this?"

"Well, actually, I know this one guy, named Daisuke Motomiya, he has the same hairstyle, but I'm not sure if he is really the one... but I can tell you one thing. He is the most obnoxious guy you can ever know. He's always jealous of Takeru, because Daisuke wanted Hikari for himself, but I d'know if that's enough for him to kill—"

"What do you mean, Yamato?" Sora bellowed out. She was only nodding to Yamato because she did not want to get into anything. "You didn't say anything in the first place. I could have sworn it was Daisuke; he's the only one that has the personality enough to kill. Why didn't you say anything about what you saw?"

"I was not sure! Okay, Sora?" Yamato countered, "I don't want to have a friend put into this when we aren't even sure that this is correct."

"Listen guys," Detective Misaru stopped them, "Thank you for your information, if you have anything else, don't hesitate to call." Misaru left two calling cards for them and bowed to show respect. "Thank you very much, and have a nice day." Misaru left the room.

"I knew all along, that Daisuke was the one who did it, now I can rest in peace," Misaru let a relieving sigh, and then he walked out of the automatically opened doors of the Odaiba Hostpital.

STREETS OF ODAIBA :: Day Two, 9:00 PM
Part Two

It was autumn now, and Taichi was walking through Odaiba, searching for somewhere, where he can think and relax. He wore his heavy jacket imprinted with the name "Yagami" from his soccer games and a pair of navy blue jeans that went all the way down to the ground. "Damn it, Sora, why must you love Yamato? And not love me? Why?" Taichi was walking on the sidewalk by the Fuji TV building. He was heartbroken by Sora, and metally damaged by Hikari's death. He just kept walking and did not stop when the walk sign by the traffic light said, "Stop," but fortunately no one hit him. Taichi was just in his own little world. One where there was no pain and suffering, no one died, and someone was always there by his side.

"Piece of shit, I wish the one who murdered my sister would just die, die for my sake, die for everyone else, die for Hikari. If I could just hold a gun or something and have a last meeting with her murderer, I would shoot him down right in the heart. The same place where my heart's been aching and slowly dissipating because I can't take this anymore!" yelled Taichi. Everyone on the whole block stopped and stared at Taichi. After a while they all went back to what they were doing.

Taichi, dropped down on his knees, and placed his hands on his face, crying away the pain that he had. "God, help me here, I need someone now. Please God!" Taichi was lying on the hard cement waiting for an answer.

"Let me help you up sempai," a voice was calling.

"Thank you, Dai-kun, I really appreciate your presence," whispered Taichi. Daisuke helped Taichi after he coincidentally found him lying on the sidewalk. They talked and laughed happily for the rest of that night.
END OF CHAPTER FOUR

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