Ok as everyone has most likely noticed this is my first Taito fic. I love writing Sorato fic's but something made me want to write a Taito. So here I am im sitting down at the computer almost ready to write. Ok, ok. You must be thinking if you're a Sorato writer why are you writing a Taito? Well your answer is: I came up with this really mad idea! I usually get crap ideas, never mad ideas! And my idea can't work with Matt and Sora as well as it would with Taichi and Matt (in this case Yamato) No Sora and Matt are not together in this fic, just very good childhood friends. Disclaimer: I do NOT own Digimon or any of the characters associated with Digimon.

Characters (I love annoying people with these age things. And so you know for future fic's last names may be slightly changed.)

Yamato Ishida: 24

Taichi Kamiya: 23

Sora Takenouchi: 23

(More people and ages come in with new chapters.)

Miserable

Chapter one: A second longer…

"Are you out to make me yell at you? Is that what you want? I'll yell at you if that's what you feel like!" His cobalt blue eyes carefully studied the figure hiding his face away in his hands.

The young man sitting down was better described as Taichi Kamiya. His jet-black hair untidily gelled three centimetres in almost every direction mainly hanging in small cone shapes towards the ground. His clothing at that time had been merely a white work shirt and denim jeans.

The blonde yelled into his ear acting as though he was deaf. "Can you hear me? Don't ignore me like a jerk!"

"Don't yell at me!" Taichi retorted. The other man he knew quite well as Yamato Ishida, he too was wearing a white work shirt but instead of denim jeans, black pants covered his legs.

The two had been working together for a total count of six years, and this whole partner thing didn't seem to be going the way it should be, after Yamato uncovered Taichi's secret that is. "You still think it's my fault don't you?" The younger black haired man held a hand on his chest. Taichi still had his eyes closed now rubbing his own left arm soothingly. "You could at leat lower yourself to my level to make eye contact with me when you talk." He expected a typical response, which he received.

"I would never lower myself to your level. If anything you should be lower!" Yamato gritted his teeth.

Everything was changing, even if Taichi didn't want it to. A week before, Yamato had observed astonishingly Taichi wasn't precisely the everyday Taichi he knew from high school. The problem was due to Taichi's addiction to drugs. Those six years, Yamato always thought Taichi was one who seemed happy and loved his job. But he didn't, it was the one thing he least looked forward to everyday and Yamato didn't even know if happy was a word in Taichi's vocabulary. The Taichi he assumed to be friends with, was never a real person, just a maniac obsessed with un-prescribed medication and a drug addiction to make him seem like your everyday common person.

The blonde stood with his hands on his hips glorified to look down over Taichi "Everything is your fault. You are the reason your personality is a blank. You are the reason everyone has gone. You are the reason I am leaving…"

Taichi held back a stream of tears shaking his head calling out to Yamato who was now standing by the front door. "Will you come back? You wont just leave me will you? All those time you said you'd stand by me no matter what, and now you're just walking out on me?"

A complete silence replied to his question. Yamato gazed in the room once more shaking his head "Im not walking out on you. Im walking out on the person that took away Taichi Kamiya."

He couldn't help it anymore, the tears welling up in his eyes streamed down his face in numerous directions. His heart beat slightly faster stumbling forward onto his feet running to catch the door mere second away from slamming. The blonde figure stopped on the second stair of the apartment staircase gazing back up at the black haired man falling apart right before him. "Don't leave me like this… You can't!" he instructed trying to pull through a point as a fresh set of tears escaped.

Yamato took another step forward with silent words ringing in his head like a telephone. Something abnormally powerful was telling him to keep walking, but something small was holding him back from taking another step.

"So you'll just let me curl up in my bed and lay there for days without food or water? I'll eventually die wont I?"

Yamato wished he didn't have to reply the way he did just now. "Maybe that's how it's meant to be Taichi." The young man at his door sank to the floor opening his mouth the slightest bit in the attempt to breathe after the cold shock coursing through his veins.

Yamato regretted his words and gave in to that stronger half continuing down the stairs. No… he's giving up… he's leaving… I can't live without him here… im nothing without him… and I try my hardest to make him understand that. I know I've done something wrong, and I've admitted it… why did he say… the voice in his head faded as thoughts from every corner of his mind grouped together.

I just left… just left him… Yamato deeply sighed forcing his key into the ignition gently pressing his foot against the accelerator.

It had been one thing to hang up on Taichi but another to just leave him the way he did with the words 'Maybe that's how it's meant to be.' But in some token he disserved it. Yamato's years at high school weren't exactly how everyone would think. Come to think of it, that place wasn't even a high school it was classified closer to a prison.

Finally after you escape a prison, the first thing you look forward to is being together with your friends and family again. Yamato started a well-established carrier as an agent for the FBI.

Taichi also started his own profession, but could never exceed Yamato's success, the two came together creating an astonishing duo which… didn't exactly go as planned.

Yamato pulled into a driveway exiting his car slipping on a black jacket to match his pants and a pair of shades to protect his eyes. He approached the door knocking firmly. The young woman who answered was none he knew better the Sora Takenouchi.

"Yamato? What are you doing here? Its…" she looked down at her watch yawning "Ten. What happened? You look like you were just threatened with a gun." She bit her tongue. Crap! Shouldn't have said that, damn my big trap. Maybe he won't take it into consideration.

He removed his cool pair of shades tucking them into his pocket and in return lifting his mobile to a cold ring. He flipped open the cover, closing it over without sparing a second thought. "Can I ask you if it would be ok if I stayed the night." It's all over. He ruined everything. Besides, he can't keep calling me forever…

"Yamato?" He looked up into her crimson red eyes. "You don't look too well, are you feeling alright?" There was no response. "Yamato, come inside. I'll make you a coffee and you can sleep in the spare room." Sora's house consisted of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, two lounge rooms and two bathrooms. All on ground level but fairly spaced apart.

Yamato entered, lightly brushing past her shoulder. "I appreciate it, honestly. I will leave first thing tomorrow morning."

Two hours later…

It was a dead quiet, the type when you gaze into oblivion. Yamato sat in a black leather couch opposite the fireplace, a hot cup of coffee in his hands and his eyes burning with sorrow. Are my mistakes erasable? Was I meant to live a life of happiness? Was Taichi the one I was destined for? I guess not, if im here and im thinking this. I guess I screwed up on everything too…

"Yamato?" Sora stepped in tapping his shoulder. "It's twelve, and im really tired. You know where the spare room is when you're ready to go to bed. Try and sleep and don't sit there all night." She gently hugged him kissing his forehead.

"Goodnight Sora." His phone rang again vibrating in his hand. Answer? He sunk deep into thought leaning over the edge of the couch with his mobile in one hand placing his cup of coffee on the ground. If I don't answer… what if he does something really stupid. What if I'm making a mistake by not answering the call? Why is it so hard to think? Why am I asking myself all these questions!

One hand clamped the phone; he looked away as he threw it to his right avoiding notice that he just sent his phone to the other side of the room.

Clear pools of tears streamed from his eyes. His head began spinning insanely as he forced himself to swallow another mouthful of scotch.

It's said the first sign of madness is talking to yourself. If this was scientifically proven correct then it was true Taichi was loosing his mind and he wasn't speaking through drunken slurs "Why did they leave? They're all stupid idiots, that's why. Yeah." He smiled, laughing slightly. "Drugs aren't good for you they all said to me." He flicked around rapidly "But it was making me happy wasn't it? It was! So I should remain happy. Just a slight dose will make the pain go away." He took a small container of medication marked 'sleeping pills' throwing numerous into his hand he did so for up to and including eight packets of various medications and drugs. He took another of the small containers marked 'happy pills' he read the prescription. "It says here, take one of these when you feel a hurting pain… Pain doesn't describe how I feel."

He leaned backwards throwing the sixteen remaining pills into his mouth swallowing with a mouthful of scotch.

Second's after he swallowed, Taichi clutched his stomach groaning in agony. "It must be helping… yeah… its helping me get better… im going to get better." The pain began to intensify enough to make one commit suicide.

He wondered through the apartment and hurled on the carpet. "Pain is good… remember Tai? Pain is the reason you are here." He puked again shaking; his lips paled a light blue. His eyes searched the room for the air conditioner. "It's cold in here… really cold… like ice… im turning pale." He noticed surprisingly on both sides of his hand. Even after his major drug overdose he could tell he was whitening, and this wasn't good.

His breathing became shaky. And his stomach felt like it was deteriorating at that moment. "Im not healing… im getting sick." He puked again this time twice. His brain still amazingly interacted in response to the pain. "Ok Tai, remember PDHPE… water might help." He rummaged through the cupboards snatching a glass running to the tap turning the water on full pressure. His glass filled. Taichi literally threw the glass at his mouth catching a great deal of water.

It is proven water is able to break down some substances, but most unlikely this. Taichi held a firm grip on his head with one hand and clutched his stomach with the other. "I need help… someone help…" he vomited once more grabbing his phone and on the screen Yamato's number. No answer, and the call immediately transferred to voice message. "Please pick up… please…" his head was so congested with the alcohol fumes he was unable to remember any number at that stage, he was just lucky Yamato's number was already set to be dialled.

Taichi begged into the phone, "Please… please, I beg you pick up." No answer. His last hope was now sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, ignoring the loud echoing ring on the floor.

Tai's head pounded heavily and his heart beat somewhat faster. "I don't know what to do… I don't know what to do…" he repeated. "Help…" he dropped to his knees clenching his stomach now with both hands. He puked, this time a mouthful of blood rushed out and splattered before him. The one thought he was able to comprehend was the fact the drugs were defiantly killing him… slowly.

"If im going to die, I may as well do it faster!" He rose rapidly to his feet grabbing viciously at some glass and plaster plates. One after another he broke them over his head, the whole killing idea was harder then he thought the only difference was it only seemed to be much more painful. He sunk to the floor angrily smashing his head against the tiles. "It's working… it's finally working…" he smiled as tears streamed down both cheeks mixing with the blood spread across the floor drenching his hair.

His pulse stopped and it became harder to breathe through the blood storing up in his throat. He spat out another mouthful of blood in attempt to breathe. Breathing in the second time became the step closer to his death, as trying to inhale his blood rushed back through his throat into his lungs.

From there Taichi could feel his whole body pale and his clothes absorb his tears and blood like brother and sister reunited. Being unable to breathe, and his lungs filling with blood he could only think of the pain coursing through his body. Im finished here…

Yes I realize that chapter was really, really, really short. But I have to stop there… please review! I love reviews! I have a really, really good idea for the next chap. Aw I h8 sad stories :'( Well everyone I can assure you the next chapter should be somewhat longer and if it isn't then… um… HUNT DOWN MOPPY! Lol Im joking. Don't hunt down moppy. Ok then I don't think I have anything left to say but thankyou for reading ) so long and goodbye.

Love always Miss. D. AKA White Angels Abhorrence (I would change my pen name to Miss. D but someone took it so I have to settle with the one I've got.)