Chapter 04 : Concert
Koushirou
Sora had run out into the rain. I couldn't see her, or Yamato.
The group was silent. No one wanted to go after her. After a
while, the bell rang. Sora still hadn't returned. We were
worried. What was happening out there? How was Yamato reacting to
whatever Sora was saying? I convinced myself that there was
nothing I could do and went to class. The rest of the
digidestined did the same. I felt guilty. I could have gone out
there as well. But I didn't.
Sora was in my next class, the tardy bell rang. And she still
hadn't returned. We were having a History test. Just as the
teacher was passing out the papers, Sora burst into the room,
completely soaked with rainwater. Her hair clung to her face, and
her clothes dripped all over the floor. "Takenouchi Sora!
What is this! Why are you all wet!?" the teacher demanded.
Some made-up explaniations later...Sora sat down in the chair
next to me, the teacher had not let her get a change of clothes,
saying; 'It's your own fault.' and so she was still dripping wet.
The test began. I finished quickly, natrually, and my mind
instantly drifted to wondering what Yamato was feeling at the
moment. I wondered what happened with Sora outside in the yard as
well.
When Sora had finished her test, I slipped her a note. \\What
happened?// She looked distracted, but wrote a reply and passed
it back. \\Yamato's not himself. He won't talk to me// I sighed,
Yamato had always had problems with his emotions. And it did not
help that Takeru was very close to him. The period ended. The
rest of the day was slow. We all had much on our minds.
Taichi had suggested we stop by the practice room where Yamato's
band practiced after school and see if he'd show up. The group
stood across the hall from the entrance of the room. Most of the
students had already left for home. I saw all 4 of the other
members of the band enter the room. No Matt. Mimi said she had to
go somewhere and left.
The rest of us waited. It was still raining outside, but the spot
where Yamato had been was out of view from where we were. Still
we waited, a silent group just standing there. I felt vaguely
stupid. I was about to give up and leave when one of the doors to
the ourside opened. Yamato, dripping wet, stepped inside.
We said nothing. Did nothing, but exchange glances. Matt stared
at us, then looked away, he entered the practice room and closed
the door behind him. I opened my mouth to say something, but Tai
hold a finger to his mouth. He crept forward, closer to the
practice room. We followed, we could hear voices.
"--are you all wet!? Do you have a new song? We have a
concert tonight!! And we have to have a new song!"
"Yeah, I got one..."
"Lemme see."
There was a small silence.
"Whoa man..."
"There's a first..."
"Full of anger dude..."
"Got music in mind?"
"Yes..let's get started, the concert's at 7..."
"Ok,...we'll make it..."
I looked at Tai. We left the hall. We were standing out front,
under the over-hanging roof, now. "Where's Matt's
concert?" I asked. Sora spoke; "It's in the center of
town, that new stage they got. He promised a new song along with
a few of his older ones." Taichi nodded; "I remember,
he gave me 2 tickets." "I can't make it, I promised my
brother I would go go somewhere with him." Jyou said.
"I have my own ticket." Sora said, digging through her
purse.
"I'm not sure if Hikari would want to go with me." Tai
said, "She's pretty upset, she cried all night yesterday.
You wanna go Izz'?" I nodded; "Sure,...we might get a
chance to talk to him afterwards.." The brown-haired boy
nodded, as did Sora. "Well, I'd better get going." Joe
said as he opened up an umbrella and jumped out into the storm.
We went our seperate ways.
That night, I picked up both Sora and Tai, and drove to the new
stage in the center of town. As we neared, the traffic worsened.
"Yama's one hell of a popular guy..." Taichi muttered.
"And you're not." Sora said sarcasticly. Tai didn't
reply. When we finally manged to get parked, and entered the
concert area, the first song had already started.
Yamato gripped his mircophone tightly, he didn't seem to be doing
his best. The crowd didn't care, or didn't notice, they all loved
him. The 3 songs flew by, and all that was left was the new one.
One of the band members took the mike and spoke to the crowd;
"This is our new song...written by Ishida Yamato...we just
got it today...hope you enjoy....HATE!" he tossed the
microphone back to Yamato and went back to his position.
Matt's eyes flashed as the music began. You could tell
immediately it would not be like his others. The drums beat, the
cymbols clashed, the snares snarled. The keyboard rang out, the
guitar screamed....Yamato sang....
"Anger and hate is all that I feel
Angry enough to give Satan a deal
I sense my sanity beginning to peel
But I am still hidden under a veil..."
Taichi stared, Yamato sang fast and furious, his voice full of
sarcasium, hate,...anger...just like he was saying. This song was
obviously...going to be the truth.
"Alone, alone, alone with the hate
You want to tie me up in a strait
Jacket and lock me up, up with my hate
And be rid of me forever, no more fustrate-
Tion for you, or you, or you!"
Sora was pale. The person up on stage, was not the person we
knew. Sure, Matt could be crazy at times...but never like this.
What was he thinking? Was this really how he felt? Or was it just
a song? It couldn't be just a song, Yamato was pouring too much
emotion into it...
"I no longer care
I feel your stares
You say that you care
But you left meee!!
Left meeee!!
Left me, left me, alone in that room
With the presence of death that loomed
Left me, left me, alone in that tomb
With nothing to do, to do, but fume!!!"
"We do care...Yamato..." Taichi muttered, his eyes
fixed on his friend. Sora was hypnotized. I shuddered, we had
left Yamato alone in the room...with his dead brother. We had.
"Alone, alone, alone with the hate
You want to tie me up in a strait
Jacket and lock me up, up with my hate
And be rid of me forever, no more fustrate-
Tion for you, or you, or you!"
The music was deafening, the speakers blared. The crowd was wild,
they didn't know anything...Yamato...this is not the person we
know. I think: Is this really you?
"GO AWAY!! GO AWAY!!
Leave me alone and go away!
Leave me in my world of grey!
Leave me to wait for the end of the day!
Leave me to become insanity's prey!!!!"
Sora had jumped back at the sudden screams. Yamato stood on
stage, gripping the mike tightly, and was screaming into it,
fast, heated words spilled out of his mouth. The three of us
stood there. Stunned.
"Alone, alone, alone with the hate
You want to tie me up in a strait
Jacket and lock me up, up with my hate
And be rid of me forever, no more fustrate-
Tion for you, or you, or you!
FORGET YOU! GO AWAY!!"
At Yamato's last word, the lights on stage dimmed, the music came
to a sudden halt, and the crowd exploded into a wild cheer. I
felt sick. Taichi and Sora probably felt the same. This was not
how Yamato made his music...not...what has happened? Would
Takeru's death really have changed our friend this much? I don't
know. The crowd begun to seperate. Tai pushed his way through,
trying to reach the stage. Sora and I followed him.
Yamato was on the steps of the stage, his fellow band members
were chasing the fangirls away. "Yamato..." Tai
started, but broke off, when the blonde didn't even blink. He
just kept on walking. One of the band members turned to us;
"Sorry dudes, Yama really hasn't been himself..." I
nodded. Yamato walked off into the night, without turning back. A
chill went up my spine.
© Kiriska 2001-2002