Sorry it took so long to update! Here is the next chapter.

I heave myself off my bed. I have mourned long enough. I will prove to everyone he is Yamato. I go into my closet and reach for an old guitar case. But first, some reflecting. I blow the dust off the old case and head towards the park.

"Going out Hikari! Tell Mom and Dad I'll be home by 7!" I heard a muffled ok and I opened the apartment door. I run down the street, nearly hitting several people with the case. I can see the lush green grass ahead. Tall trees. Blue Benches. The park.

I look and look all over the park, until I find it. I sit down under an ancient oak tree, that must be at least 5 stories high. Its huge. I gently open the case and gaze at what lay inside. A blue guitar, with a moon carved into it. I lift it out cauciously and start strumming a few cords.

Yes, Yamato left his guitar to me. I cherish it. Worship it even. I don't let anyone else see it let alone touch it. Its mine. Its him. Its our last remaining conection. Or, at least it used to be until I found out he was alive. Its better this way anyways. I strum a few more chords, hum a few more notes. Sing a ditty or two. And I start crying. I just break down and cry. It happens everytime I play his guitar. I can't help it. Ever since that first day...

/flashback/

"What do you mean he left his guitar to me? Why did he leave his guitar at all!" I yell, "He promised he'd be buried with it!" I didn't add the next to me part. My mom just shrugs.
"I know this is hard for you Taichi, but it was his last will," I break her off by grabbing the guitar and heading upstairs. I throw the guitar at the wall. Not looking at it.

"You know what Yamato?" I say to the guitar, "I hate you! I will always hate you! Why the hell did you leave me with your guitar? ITS A FUCKING GUITAR! I DONT WANT IT! YOU TAKE IT! COME BACK HERE AND TAKE IT!" the words echoe throught my room, and I am reminded of a time when we were very young.

/double flashback/

"Yammy, don't you want that ice cream?" I ask, my mouth watering at the sight of the delivouse chocolate cone in Yamato's hand. He shakes his head.

"Naw, you can have it, but, you have to eat the cone too." I shake my head. I hate the cones. They're terrible, I gag just sniffing them. I was planning on just scooping the icecream off.

"No way, you take it!" he wrinkles his nose,

"But then I'll need the icecream too! Mommy says not to share food with people. unless they take all of it." I ahle my head.

"But I don't want the cone! I want the icecream!"

"NO! TAKE ALL OF IT!" he said and he shoved the cone in my hand and ran away. I started crying. Why was he leaving me with this now dripping icecream cone?

"I DON'T WANT IT! YOU TAKE IT! COME BACK HERE AND TAKE IT!" I say almost throwing it down. Before I know it Yamato is next to me.

"Don't cry Taichi. Its ok. Mommy doesn't have to know. We can split it." I nod, the tears just starting to stop.

"Just don't leave me again ok Yammy? I was scared!" He smiled as I started to lick the icecream.

"I won't. Mommy also says its bad to scare people on acounta I made TK scareded and made him wet his pants."

"Oh." and we just sat there like that. Content.

/end double flashback/

"You promised you wouldn't leave..." I whisper now hugging his guitar still crying, "I don't hate you Matt. Just please come back!"

/end flashback/

I hear footsteps behind me and I quickly whipe my eyes.

"Nice songs," says a voice. That voice... not again!

"Yamato?" I say turning around. There he is. Golden hair and all. He laughed. A musical laugh. Exactly like Yamato's. Music.

"I thought I told you its Yamaru." I blush. Yamaru my ass.

"Right, sorry."

"Nice guitar, he said nodding towards his guitar. I nod.

"Do you play?"

"Huh me?" he asks pointing to himself. Yup, Yamato always had a bad habit of stating the obviouse. This kid is a dead ringer. Excuse the pun.

"Well yeah."

"No, not really..." I shove the guitar at him.

"C'mon try!" he laughs again. God damnit I missed that laugh.

"Ok then..." he tries plucking a few strings, then a few more.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

(Song Good Riddance by Greenda)

Oh my God. He did not just play that song... our song...

/flashback/

"Yamato this dance sucks!" I whine while pulling at my too-tight-tie "Lets leave!" He nods and we walk out onto the balcony of the shcool. A radio from a car (Probably with a boy and a girl doing things they shouldn't be diong) is playing a song. He holds out his hand to me.

"Would you like to dance?" I place my hand over my chest and nod. Acting girlish as a joke... please let him think its a joke. We dance, a slow dance, looking at eachother the entire time. Until finally the music stops. Our dancing stops, but we don't stop staring at each other. He whispers,

"Now, does the dance suck that badly anymore?"

/end flashback/

I blink.

"I thought you said you didn't play." he shrugs.

"I don't. Heheh. don't know how that song came out!" he checks his watch, "Shoot!" Yamato never was one to swear, "I got to go, see you later..."

"Taichi, Yagami Taichi,"

"Right Taichi, see you!" and he walks away. I carefully palce Yamato's guitar back in his case and stand up. As I get up from the tree, and small inscription can be seen.

Taichi Loves Yamato.

Well? Was it good? Tell me if it was... or it wasn't... just not flames please. Cuz if you bash me I will bash you right back.