Well, here's Chapter 3. I hope you like this. It's been siting here for a while, and I was gunna try and add a second part but it never flew. So here it is, enjoy. I COMMAND YOU!!!! Please.

Disclaimer: I don't own digimon or any of the characters.

Ch 3: The Friend

Daisuke yawned wide as his eye lids drooped. Checking his watch for the fiftieth time that night, he grunted. Three o'clock. He knew why he couldn't sleep, but it was still very strange. His friend was dead and yet he didn't feel sad. He didn't really feel much of anything actually. It bothered him. He was the original bearer of his crest for Christ-sakes, but still he felt nothing.

He reclined the chair back a little further, shifting in the process, as he set out to watch yet another rerun encore presentation of Mission Impossible. He'd change the channel but he couldn't find the remote. So he just left it. He didn't really understand the show but some of it was cool so he didn't mind watching. He wasn't really in the mood to understand it anyway. His father watched it all the time though.

Daisuke's parents had already left for the night, claiming they had a prior engagement that couldn't be missed. Though they told him to call if he needed anything. Daisuke just shrugged and said "K, have fun." He'd tried to convince Jun to go with them but with no luck. She'd passed out on the couch, watching TV with him. She'd insisted on it, despite his protests.

They'd approached him earlier to see how he was doing. See how he felt about the whole situation. He shrugged at this too. He really didn't know how he felt. It hadn't quite hit yet. So he just kept watching TV, and here he is still.

Deciding that Mission Impossible was way to boring the third time through he started digging around in the chair for the remote. They needed a beeper or lo-jack on that stupid thing… Maybe a string attached to end with a brightly colored flag… or a high powered magnet so they could just flip a switch, and it would come zooming out from where it was hiding… or a tinny camera so you could…

"HA!" He exclaimed, probably a little too loud. He turned around to see if Jun had woken. Luckily she just shifted positions, and grumbled a little. Davis breathed a sigh of relief. Last thing he wanted to deal with was a screaming big sister. He honestly didn't know how Yamato put up with girls like Jun.

It seemed any time the three of them went out anywhere, there was an entire flock of girls following them. Daisuke wouldn't have minded the sight so much if it weren't for the fact that they were all loud and obnoxious. Always oooing and awwwing over his friend, and furthermore, they know Yamato is gay. He holds Taichi's hand while they walk down the street. Yet they still follow him around, worshiping the ground he walked on.

Daisuke rub his temple around in circles. The mere thought of those girls gave him a headache anymore. He flipped threw the channels, watching each one just long enough to know what was going on before he flipped to the next. A few soap opera's, some infomercials and a made for TV movie latter, he made it to the TV guide Channel.

Watching the blue screen role slowly upward, he yawned again. Why was there never anything on? Why can't they put any good shows on late at night? All there seemed to be on is infomercials and chick-flicks. He flipped to the pay-per-view section, scrolling through the movies. More chick-flicks, chick-flicks, porn, porn, porn, scary, scary…

"HA…" he exclaimed again. This time not quite so loud, but still he needed to stop that. He pushed the ok button, scrolling threw the agreements and contracts, finally reaching his desired movie 300.

He'd wanted to see this movie for the longest time but for some odd reason, he never did. Waiting too long for circumstances to be right. It was almost impossible nowadays for all of them to get together. Even if they'd planned some huge event months in advance, somebody would undoubtedly be unable to make it due to so unforeseen catastrophe. It never failed.

Taichi and Yamato had gone out to see this movie the second day of its release. They stood in line for eight hours just to get tickets for a show the next day. Daisuke would have gone with but he had class. At least now he could actually understand their badgering over the movie. Taichi was, of course, interested in the historical value of the movie as well as the bloody battle scenes, where as Yamato just went to ogle all the shirtless boys. Then Taichi would get jealous and they'd go off on other topics, continuing their endless bickering. It was really kind of cute to watch even though it gave him a headache sometimes.

"THIS IS SPARTA!!!" Leonidas screamed as he kicked the messenger down into the bottomless pit.

"Definitely a Taichi movie." He chuckled to himself, wondering if Taichi acted the same way at that movie as he did the last time they'd all gone to a movie. Yamato and Daisuke, being the ones on either side of Taichi, tried their best to explain to Taichi that he couldn't cheer on the aliens every time they killed somebody, while the rest of their friends tried as best the could to keep everyone around him form jumping up and beating him senseless. Ahhhh, the good ol'days.

It hit him. It hit him hard and suddenly he hurt all over. His shoulders slumped, his lip began to shake, and his eyes began to water. He pulled his knees up and buried his face in them, muffling his crying, and trying to sate the pain. The good 'ol days were gone. They'd never get to be together again like they had before, and even if they did, it wouldn't be the same without him. He was gone. His friend was dead and he would never get to see him again.

Daisuke's mind skipped across all the things he'd never get to do with his friend again. He'd never get to listen to him bicker at the lunch table with his boyfriend, he'd never get to go to the movies with him, they'd never fight off rabid fan girls together, they'd never save the digiworld. His heart hurt, and his guts turned. He felt sick and weak and every other bad thing all at once, and he cried harder for his friend.

Daisuke felt a hand slide across his back. He looked up to see Jun smiling sadly down at him tears in her eyes too. She sank down next to him in the chair, and doing her sisterly best to comfort him. He practically jumped into her arms clutching onto her for dear life as he howled his anguish. She soothingly rubbed his back, and held him close, and for once, he was glad Jun was his sister.

There you go, a little sibling moment between Daisuke and Jun, because I know no matter how offten my big sister and I may fight, she'll always be there when I need her. (Sniffle) But anyway, What'cha think? A review would be a nice thing hint hint, nudge nudge, know-what-I-mean?