AN: updating! Updating! REMEMBER TO READ THE NOTE ON THE BOTTOM!! Lol, unless you're like me and tend to skip the Author's Notes. I used to do that… until I started writing and realized that sometimes you really do miss out on stuff if you don't read them.

So again, this chapter is dedicated to all the beautiful beautiful reviewers. so that's everyone. Especially Kat, lol, always leaving the most interesting reviews telling me to update. Thanks!

lmao, since QuickEdit won't put in extra space between the paragraphs for me, i'm stuck with just adding in a "¥" symbol everytime a space is supposed to be put in. lol, please don't get confused... i'll fix this... SOMEDAY...

Disclaimer: Digimon = not mine.

Chapter XXIX – Missing You

Almost three weeks had passed since the break up, and everyday was worse and yet better than the previous. Sora sat on her couch at home, resting her eyes and listening to the morning program on the radio. With each passing day, she got more accustomed to the separation, but at the same time, she missed him more.

Opening her eyes, she smiled upon gazing out the full-length window. The skies were clear and a gorgeous blue, but Sora knew it was going to rain soon. She always knew when it would rain. She sighed, it was Saturday and she was home, doing nothing but thinking about him again.

No, she had to get away.

Motivated by a new found strength and dedication, Sora sprung off the couch and hastily turned off the radio before grabbing her keys, putting on her sneakers, and running out the door, making sure to lock it behind her. She didn't bother grabbing an umbrella; Sora loved walking in the rain.

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Yamato gazed lazily out of his window. His television was turned on, but nothing the man on the screen reported made sense to the teen. The news was a mumble of endless droning in Yamato's ears as he continued to stare out the window in a daze and uncontrollably thought about her.

Her. The blonde laughed. He had trouble even saying her name now, since it hurt him every time it was spoken. Heck, even the work 'sky' brought back painful memories from what happened three weeks ago. Had it been three weeks? Yamato wondered. Strange, he used to think that without her, he wouldn't be able to go on, but look how quickly time passed- and painfully as well.

What he couldn't stand was how practically the entire male population in the school, that was still single, would go up to her and ask her out to the prom endlessly. It was as if just because they weren't dating anymore, she was 'back on the market' or so to speak. Yamato hated it.

Technically, she is available now… the thought made Yamato clench his fist subconsciously in anger and jealousy. Even if they had broken up technically, didn't she love him anymore? Alright Ishida, now you're just being conceited. It was true, just because he still loved her didn't mean she was in debt to do the same. But it wasn't fair, why couldn't he be with her?

Because you won't apologize.

Yamato slammed his head against the window. Hard. Wherever this know-it-all voice came from, he wanted it gone. He had to get away from it. Standing from his bed, he turned off his television and walked out of his room to the front door. Putting on his sneakers and grabbing a nearby umbrella (that much of the news he did hear), Yamato Ishida locked up and proceeded to head down to the lobby.

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Sora wasn't sure of where she was headed. After a good hour of looking down at her sneakers and following whichever direction she felt at any intersection she came to, the auburn haired girl found herself standing in front of a flower shop. It was a small and modest shop, and outside a sign was displayed, reading, "Roses On Sale."

The girl stood there, unsure of what she wanted to do until a man came out of the store holding a bouquet of white roses. He stopped momentarily in front of the store and smiled down at his purchase before straightening his tie and walking eagerly down the block no doubt to his first date. Sora watched as the man stopped in front of a familiar pizza shop on a corner two blocks down and walked in.

The pizza shop… it couldn't be. Suddenly, Sora was jolted back to reality and her mind cleared. A large park could be seen just a couple of blocks down, and the store was no doubt, Luigi's Corner. She smiled at the irony. Upon leaving the house, her only goal was to forget about Yamato, but instead, her subconscious only brought her closer to him. A sigh escaped her strawberry tinted lips and she shook her head, prompting a flow of soft auburn to sway this way and that. Sora came to terms with the fact that it was absolutely no use fighting it, so instead of walking away, she headed straight for the park.

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Yamato walked down the street, mentally scolding himself for not taking the car. What exactly compelled him to just leave the penthouse and go take a nice excruciatingly long walk anyway? He had been thinking about someone again and was walking aimlessly along the streets, barely noticing his surroundings until he came face to face with a nice big tree.

A tree? Yamato thought quizzically before glancing around. He laughed when he realized he was standing at the site of where he had his first date with Sora. The large tree was the same one with the low branch that could be used as a makeshift bench. How strange, had he really been that absorbed in his sulking that he really hadn't noticed that he wanted right into the park? Maybe it was because of his sulking, perhaps, he wanted to be here. Giving in to whatever his need was at the moment, Yamato leaned back and casually took a seat on the low branch.

It was a nice view really. A hill overlooking much of the park and a part of the lake a good distance away. Some children were playing on the grass beneath him, kicking the soccer ball towards each other and gaily chasing after it. Almost instantly, the thought of Sora entered his mind at the sight of the soccer ball. It reminded him of gym, when Tai and him would be playing soccer while Sora aced in tennis on the opposite side of the waxed gym floor. He loved seeing her in that outfit, the way a glimpse of her flat stomach could be seen when she served, and her legs…

Yamato could have slapped himself for letting his mind wander so far again, but sighed nonetheless and continued to think about the auburn haired girl he let slip away.

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Letting her subconscious take her wherever it pleased, Sora soon found herself at the large tree. The same one that Yamato and her had star gazed under; the same one the blonde was currently sitting on. Upon seeing his back, the girl recognized him immediately and froze where she stood. She wasn't far from him, and if he turned, Yamato would be sure to see the auburn haired girl.

Sora didn't know how to react. Should she say hi? Or simply walk away? What was he doing here anyways? It wasn't like he actually missed her- at least not with all those fan girls giving him their undivided attention all the time. But then again, he told her a long time ago that he used to come here a lot by himself. So that was it, he was just relaxing.

After a while, Sora noticed the way his shoulders slumped, the way he sighed, the way his gaze was downcast, if she didn't know any better, she would've mistaken it for sadness. But he had no reason to be sad. He wanted to break up. Not her.

Filled with newfound anger at the boy, Sora turned around and walked away from where Yamato sat.

Sora walked aimlessly down the streets once more until an ice cream shop came into view. She smiled widely, glad for the sight and quickened her pace to reach the store. Ice cream. Every girl's best friend at depressing times, there was nothing that could be better at the moment. Nothing.

So Sora ordered a medium cup of coffee ice cream.

Five minutes later, she was walking down the street, but this time in a much better mood with the cup in her hand and a spoon in the other. All she needed was a place to sit and enjoy it. Glancing around, Sora settled upon the football field across the street. Amazing what a cup of coffee ice cream could do to a girl.

She almost entered the field before finally realizing where she was. The football field? Ironic, she ended up at yet another place Yamato and her had spent time at. Okay, someone up there really hates me, she thought bitterly to herself as she walked up the bleachers and settled on a satisfactory row. Sora sighed lightly before taking in a heavenly spoonful of ice cream.

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A blonde figure stood nearby, watching as Sora ate her ice cream. Yamato had left the park soon after, when he just kind of knew someone had been standing behind him. Some unknown force had led him to the school's football field and he instantly recognized the auburn haired girl.

It was good to see her again, though she wouldn't know. Content with just watching the girl, Yamato stayed where he stood until the first few rain drops landed. He silently cursed when it started raining and immediately opened up his umbrella. In a mere minute's time, the light rain had evolved into a heavy shower, dowsing everything- including Sora's ice cream. Yamato held back the urge to run forward and hand her the umbrella before running off, but decided against it. So he did the opposite- he turned around and walked away. There was no doubt in his mind that Sora had been the one standing behind him in the park, and now he had found her at the football field, was it possible that they were just meant for each other? No. Things like that only happened in fairy tales. This was no fairy tale.

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The redhead frowned down at her destroyed cup and wrinkled her nose in distaste. True, she loved the rain, but in no way did that mean she was willing to drink it. Tossing the melted treat into a garbage can (with excellent aim that surprised even Sora herself), she sighed and stayed seated where she was, allowing the rain to soak her through completely, (grateful that she was smart enough to put on dark colored clothing before leaving the house). It was so calming, the rain, and for a second, Sora felt that it could wash away all her problems. Somewhere in the middle of it all, she began to think about Yamato and the guys again.

They had a manager now, they used to be just a bunch of carefree guys who did what they loved, but now, they were a bunch of guys who were going to be rich doing what they loved. The Teenage Wolves were now known simply as The Wolves, their manager had insisted that they needed to mature, and along with their personal images, their name as well. But the guys didn't mind, they like the new change, and Sora knew that they weren't the type of guys to get so caught in on the flow of things that they'd change their entire personality.

The thought comforted Sora. Even though she and Yamato weren't together anymore, she still believed he was a great person, and he wasn't going to change that. He'd always be Yamato Ishida, the first boy she fell in love with. It was time to move on. Filled with a sudden contentment with how things turned out, Sora lifted her chin up and faced the rain. Wash it all away.

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While walking back to the penthouse, the rain seemed to clear up Yamato's mind. He deserved to be reprimanded harshly for what he did, but in a way, he had received worse punishment. Sora had been great, Sora still was great, Sora was who he wanted to be with. Sora, Sora, Sora.

AN: I actually started the next chapter when I was on vacation, but I don't want to post everything up at the same time. I'd really love to get some opinions and suggestions from you guys first!

But anyway, since you guys have been so great, here's a tiny (it's just because I don't know if I'll be changing anything, so I have to keep the preview small…) preview of the next chapter:

…The halls were filled with different editions of the fliers promoting the play. Upon opening her locker, Sora was flooded with a wave of notes and letters, all stuffed hastily through the small openings on the metal door. Surprised by the sudden attack, the auburn haired girl bent down to pick up a handful of the papers- all of them reading along the lines of "Good luck, I'll be watching you…" wink to "If you do well, I'll take you to the prom with me."

Sora rolled her eyes before tossing them all into a nearby garbage can. She had been asked to the prom endlessly, but to her own dismay, Sora admitted she really wasn't interested on going with anyone but Yamato- like that was going to happen…

Still working on it, so that wasn't much of a preview… heheh…

Important: The story is ending in a couple of chapters, and before I end it, I'd like to answer EVERYONE'S QUESTIONS!! Lol, I know I'm a dork, but if anyone had any questions about the story that I never answered (probably because I have a terrible memory) then I'd really like to clear things up. So… ask away!