Author's Note: Sorry to take so long in updating. I got busy with college and music. This chapter is on the shorter side. The next will be longer, if only by a few sentences. Please review and tell me what you think. It helps me think faster and thus you get the next chapter sooner. A win win situation. And thank you to the two people who commented. You guys are of the awesomeness.

To Prince Raiden ruler of thunder: I still don't know if I'll make Krad come back. It's on the fence right now. If I think of a good enough storyline for it I'll definatly bring him back. He added a boat lod of drama to the first one. And yes, the news of Heath Ledger's death was extremly tragic. I never even had thought of it happening to him. He was a great actor. I loved all his roles.

To Pokemonlover13: First off, I love pokemon. Only the first few seasons though. Anyway on with the business. I actually don't really know what the heck is going on right now. There are a million ideas floating around in my head as to what the guy did. And I won't tell you a single one! HAHAHA I'm so evil. No really, if I told you...would you keep reading? I think not, so you're just going to have to wait and find out like everybody else. Though you did guess one of the ideas in my mind that I was seriously considering. Of course I'll have to pick another one now.

Now on with the story!

Chapter Two

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The next morning I sat idly outside waiting for noon to come. Eventually, I saw Dark walking towards me. My jaw tightened and I turned my attention to my lap as I held the tickets. He looked too much like Daisuke and I knew he'd pick up what I was feeling if he looked in my eyes.

"Hiwatari," Dark greeted me gently as he sat next to me.

I nodded and handed him the tickets and passes.

"What happened between you two," he asked, accepting the tickets.

I remained silent and pulled the directions out of my pocket. "Here," I mumbled.

"Tell me what happened," Dark urged.

"Why don't you ask him." I stood and went back into the house, hiding from him.

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I spent the entire day in my room. It was silent since my family was either at work or school. It didn't matter if I went to school or not. I'd already graduated seven years ago. The only reason I was even attending was to spend time with Daisuke, but now that it's ended.

I brought my knees to me as I pictured Daisuke. My eyes felt heavy. I had only slept for two hours last night, but I knew I'd just be plagued with his image if I fell asleep again. Sighing I pulled out a cd Daisuke had given me. I shoved it into my stereo and let it invade my room.

The truth hurts worse

Than anything I could bring myself to do to you

The truth hurts worse

Than anything I could bring myself to do to you

Do you remember the way I held your hand?

Under the lamp post and ran home

This way so many times

I could close my eyes.

I could hear Daisuke singing along, this was his favorite song. My heart felt like it was being twisted. The tears still demanding to fall from yesterday urged me to let it out, but I'm to stubborn to sit here and cry like a girl.

I listened to a few other songs and then kicked the stereo off. The more I listened, the angrier I got. Now was the only time I wished my father was here. So, maybe he could beat this depression out of me. I'd rather be bleeding than have to keep experiencing this. Sighing I picked a point on the wall and let it capture my attention.

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"Satoshi," Takeshi asked.

I blinked a few times, bring myself back to reality. "What're you doing home? It's only noon," I said in monotone.

"It's seven at night," Takeshi said slowly. "Dad's going to be home any minute." He examined me and asked, "did you even go to school?"

I nodded and smiled, "of course." I didn't want them to worry. I had to hide it while I'm around them. "You worry too much. I was just thinking."

Takeshi grinned, accepting my response, and said, "dinner's almost done."

I nodded and stood to wash up. As I started walking my cramped muscles burned in protest. Ignoring it I continued on my path.

Once I was done, I joined Takeshi in the kitchen. He was still stirring the food, sporting yet another apron.

"Smells good," I said, absently taking a seat.

"It should, I've been cooking since I got home," he grinned.

"Wow, an entire hour, I'm impressed."

"Are you being sarcastic?" He glanced back at me to see if I was smirking.

I smiled, "of course not."

He sighed and continued cooking.

Dad got home in ten minutes. We ate…or rather, they ate. I just pushed my food back and forth.

"Satoshi, is something wrong," Dad worriedly asked.

"No," I smiled.

"Why haven't you eaten anything?"

"I had a big lunch before Takeshi got here," I lied, I hadn't eaten anything all day.

My dad nodded slowly, I could tell he didn't believe me. Sighing I continued staring at my food.

They both had second servings, while I still had my full plate.

"I'm going to sleep," I said, getting up from the table.

"Wait, weren't you supposed to be with Daisuke," Takeshi asked. Dad glared at him and my brother yelped in pain. "What was that for, he yelled, rubbing his knee.

"He," I began slowly, "he broke up with me." With that I turned on my heel and walked up to my room.

I collapsed on my bed with my face in the pillow. I wanted to scream, but tears got their wish instead. I let them flow freely this time. I proved how weak I was. How weak I was without him. I missed him and I was having a sinking feeling that he didn't miss me. Why would he care about me right now? He was probably backstage with the band right now, maybe even flirting with them. Why not…he's single now. I buried my face further in the pillow and felt it slowly get moist. I never made a noise when I cried. My father taught me better.

Visions of Daisuke danced in my mind, torturing me. Everywhere I turned, he was there. I felt weaker every time. I didn't care if he wanted to end it. It wasn't what I wanted. I don't care if it's selfish. I wanted to be with him.

I jumped at the knock on my door.

"What," came my muffled response from the pillow.

"Satoshi, it's me. Open up," Dad called from the other side.

I sighed and sat up, quickly wiping away the last stray tears. I looked back at my pillow and turned it to the other side, the dry side. I stood up and opened the door.

"Thank you," he sad entering.

"What is it," I asked softly.

"Sit down, Satoshi." He sat on my bed and motioned for me to sit next to him. I complied and waited for him to continue.

"I know it hurts right now, but trust me. It will get better. You just have to give it time. After all they say time heals all wounds," he added with a smile.

"Right," I said.

"You could do better than him."

"You obviously never met Daisuke. He's amazing. He's smart, resourceful, and romantic. He is perfect."

"Satoshi…you can't hold the boy on such a high pedestal," he said softly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Of course," I said indifferently.

"Tomorrow I want you to go to school."

"I went-"

"I came home at eleven o'clock and saw you staring off into space."

I hung my head in defeat.

"Tomorrow you'll go to school, right?"

"Yes, if that's what you want."

"Including the classes that Daisuke has with you."

I winced and nodded.

"Then you'll come straight home. Takeshi will be waiting for you at the train station."

"Is he my chaperone now?"

"Yes, until I think you've gotten at least a tiny bit better."

"Fine."

He sighed, "you can't let him have such a hold on you Satoshi. I'm afraid it's not healthy…and you might do something without thinking."

"I would never hurt myself on purpose."

"Which is why I said without thinking. Just humor me and try to get a hold of yourself again. This isn't the end of the world."

"I know." 'Just the end of mine,' I thought.

"On Saturday we'll all go to the bookstore and you can pick out as many as you want, alright?"

"Okay."

"Do you want some food?"

"No thanks."

"You haven't eaten, you're getting paler than usual."

"I'm not hungry."

"At least have a little something. I'm afraid you'll get to weak and collapse," he pleaded.

"I'm already weak."

"Please Satoshi, for me," he begged. I could see the worry in his eyes.

Sighing I nodded.

"I'll bring you a yogurt, alright?"

I nodded and watched him disappear.

Not even a minute later he popped back up with a yogurt and spoon. I took it and ate slowly. He watched my every move.

"Don't rush yourself," he said softly.

I put the spoon down and waited before taking the last spoonful. I handed the empty container back to him and smiled weakly.

He took it but stayed watching me.

"Don't let him have this much power over you. You're stronger than this."

"Obviously I'm not, and if you don't like that then just leave me alone," I said having enough of his talk.

He knew I had reached my limit and nodded. "I'll check up on you tomorrow to make sure you went. Takeshi will also be walking you to the station. I want you to eat a full breakfast, if you do that you don't have to eat anything else until this time tomorrow. I'll give you another yogurt." He stood up and turned to the door. "Get some rest, your body needs it." He gave me a worried glance and then left.

I knew he was only trying to help me, which is why I didn't just kick him out. I lay myself on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. It would definitely be a coffee day. I was sure not to get any sleep.

I tossed in bed and put my face back in my pillow. I kept picturing the first time Daisuke and I went to his art place. The one no one knew about. The one where my father tried to kill him. He seemed so happy to show me it. He said he'd never taken anyone there.

When exactly did he fall out of love with me. I didn't think it was possible for someone to fall out of love. Apparently it is. Daisuke never ceased to amaze me. Even in times like these. I'll probably always be stunned by him. I'll probably always be in love with him. Unless someone found the cure.

I sighed and closed my eyes. Begging sleep to take me away to a place where I was happy. Where I'd realize this was just a horrible dream. And we were still together.

I felt nothing begin to take me away. It was like the dream world had me on hold. I must not be on their to do list. I turned again, still trying to get comfortable. It seemed my mattress had gotten harder. I guess I need a new one.

Soon I felt sleep finally draw me in, like a moth to a flame.