A/N: Lalalala, not much to say here, cept this is gonna be a really short chapter. A little bit of poor Yama beating himself up, realizing he's such a jerk but having no idea what to do about it. It just would seem awkward to me to change scenes mid-chapter.
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Chapter Two:
The Old Matt / Tyler's Gone

He didn't care where he was going . . . he didn't even know where he was going. Anywhere but there. Some place far away, some place in another city, another country, another planet. But of course that bench looks awful inviting. Matt didn't know how long exactly he'd been running, it seemed like eternity to him but for all he knew it could've been mere minutes. As the rain streamed down his face with abandon, he looked around his surroundings. Was it the park? Looked like it, too much grass, and oh look! A tree!

The cold, wet bench felt good to his aching muscles as he sat. Damn but he really needed to get back into shape. That didn't matter right now though. He knew these random thoughts were only delaying those that were sure to hit him like a ton of bricks. He'd almost really hurt Sora, his wife. Matt paused in his pondering. His now ex-wife? The young man simply couldn't believe he'd come this far. His was the crest of friendship, some friend he'd been eh? And his children . . . Matt's face screwed up in a grimace as he recalled the looks on their faces as they'd walked in on that pathetic display. Sora and he had been able to hide their growing malcontent from the children for a long time now . . . the past three years to be exact . . . he supposed it was only a matter of time before they found out.

This of course led him on to another chain of thought. What would he really have done to her if the children hadn't walked in on them? Would he really have done something more than hurt their mother's wrist? A shudder coursed through his body, and it wasn't just because of the chill night air and the dreary wet drops of rain.

He'd become some kind of monster, and he knew he could only blame part of it upon his illegal habits. What had brought about such a dramatic change? The old Matt wouldn't have been so weak as to resort to alcohol and heroine. He wouldn't have disregarded his loving children, hurt his devoted wife. The old Matt wouldn't be sitting out here in the rain wondering how he'd become such a bastard.

Matt sniffled slightly; his nose had begun to run because of the damp. There's another straw on the horse's back, but then he supposed he deserved it after being so irrational to run out without grabbing so much as a jacket. His jeans and button down black shirt did little to protect him from a New England fall.

It was then that he noticed a slight vibration on his hip, and jumped nearly out of his skin at the sudden movement. His hand reached down to feel his cell phone and he swore under his breath as he saw his home number come up.

"Hello?" Matt answered in a surly voice.

"Matt?" She asked hesitantly.

"Of course it's Matt, who else would be answering Matt's phone? What do you want?"

"It's Tyler . . ." Matt's eyes lit up in alarm. "Shortly after you left . . . she ran too. I've called all her friends and neighbors and I can't find her anywhere! I don't know what to do!" Sora sobbed.

"I'll look." Was all he said before flipping the phone shut and bolting to his feet.

Sure, he'd felt like he could do something about this . . . but he didn't even know where to start! Curse that girl, she took after her father too much for her own good.
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A/N: Hum . . . yeah, Matt's ickle baby girl runned away. Course you already knew that, but he didn't! Expect to find out what happens to Tyler in the next chapter, as well as Yama-chan. sigh What must you suffer so? Tehe, cuz it's fun.