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A/N: Hello my lovelies!

HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE DIGIMON TRI TRAILER YET, OH MY GOD. GO WATCH IT NOW.

Now that that is out of the way. Here's is the next chapter?

The guilt of leaving Natsuhi alone with nothing but breakfast and a note gnawed at Yamato. The situation happened often enough, usually when the digidestined of friendship had an early class or had to go home to check on his dad. However, none of those times involved an unspoken kiss. 'It was just a kiss,' he tried to rationalize, running one hand through his hair in frustration. So why was he feeling like an asshole who upped and left it after a one-night stand?

Frustration hitting breaking point, Yamato dropped the box he was holding and whipped out his phone to send Natsuhi a text.

'Have you eaten?'

And waited…

The blonde bit back a sigh when no reply came. Of course she wouldn't reply, it wasn't even noon yet and Natsuhi was decidedly not a morning person. Picking up the box of things again, Yamato decided he would get this over with as fast as possible so he could return to Natsuhi.

"Return to Natsuhi…" He tested the words out loud.

Following that, Yamato's footsteps were considerably lighter.

He liked the sound of those 3 words.

To say that Sora and Taichi's dorms were near each other would be an understatement. Technically speaking, Sora and Taichi lived in the same dorm, except on different floors. If this seemed entirely too coincidental, it would be because the situation was not coincidental at all.

Yamato had of course noticed this when he helped his best friend and ex-girlfriend move in on separate occasions. He had wisely not asked any questions and the other two digidestined had also wisely not commented.

To be frank, there were no questions to be asked. Taichi had applied to move into Waseda University's International Student House owing to his interest in foreign relations, shortly after, Sora had submitted her application, citing better facilities (which was technically true) as her reason. Anyone with half a brain who had seen the two disgidestined in question interact could put two and two together. Yamato certainly had more than half a brain, he was simply wilfully blind.

Unfortunately that blindness did not come bundled with deafness, so when he arrived on the 6th floor corridor, where Sora's room was located, he overheard a conversation that really should have taken place anywhere but in a public hallway.

"Dammit Sora, you can't tell me you don't see this."

"There is no 'this'. There is nothing between us!"

"That's because you refuse to let there be anything between us!"

"I was with Yamato!"

"And I respected that. I hated it but I respected that! But you're not anymore. So tell me why you won't even give us a chance!"

"For the last time Taichi, there is no US!"

"Really? Because everyone else seems to think so."

"Well they are mistaken!"

"What exactly are they mistaking? The way you grab my arm when you're scared or the way you jumped into the river after me?"

"That's different!"

"What's different!?"

"It's different, you're different."

"What's so different between me and Yamato!"

"YOU'RE TOO GOOD FOR ME, YOU'LL LEAVE ME."

There was a loud thud, followed by the sounds of things clattering. Amplified by the echoing properties of the empty hallway, the sound was deafening.

The two brunettes walked over to the source of the noise, and Sora gasped. One the floor was a box full of her things. Things she left in Yamato's house.

"Oh god, what have I done."

The burn of cigarettes may have complimented the pain he was feeling, but right now all he wanted was to numb himself. To be precise, he wanted to stop existing, but the little voice in the back of his head reminded him that his father couldn't live without him, so suicide was not an option. That left alcohol. Because everyone knows, being wasted is as close as you can get to shutting the world out. And right now, that sounded pretty fucking tempting.

So Yamato went to the nearest convenient store, bought the cheapest bottle of hard liquor he could find, and finished it in 6 gulps, relishing the burn it gave him as he did. The alcohol took longer than he thought it would to kick in. He actually managed to make it back to Natsuhi's apartment before his memory blacked out. Unfortunately, his person did not. Which technically meant that he could not be held responsible for anything he did during that period of time.

Natsuhi knew that, but she couldn't bring herself to forgive him.

Because everyone knows, drunk men tell no lies.

"It's no use, he won't come out…"

"He's already been in there for 3 days…"

"Nii-san…"

The rain was pouring, her clothes were drenched, she didn't know why she ended up here. All she knew was that she didn't want to be in her apartment…the memories that lingered there were too fresh right now.

The doorbell rang, echoing in the empty neighbourhood, footsteps and a few curses later, the door opened.

Yumiko took one look at the drenched figure on her doorstep and sighed, partially worried, partially resigned. The shadows in her eyes were haunting.

"Come in," she said, already moving to the kitchen to put on tea.

It was going to be a long night.

A/N: Okay before anybody kills me, I am perfectly aware that this is like the shortest chapter ever. I want to say I'm sorry...but I'd be lying. I purpose wrote this chapter this way because...well I like all the suspense that is building. Aren't you just curious what happened? Also, don't say I didn't warn ya, I did say that things will be going to hell very quickly.

Don't worry, everything will work out the next chapter (which by default means it's gonna be a long chapter). Now pardon me, I gotta go find songs for the next chapter. Songfics...*sigh*

As usual thank you guys for all your reviews, more are always welcomed (with WIDE open arms). All the love!