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Authors Note: Okay it will be kinda weird but go with it. This is a little AU. Btw I'm not sorry at all. Always be proud people. Yes it has become a song fic.
Dedication: This fic and all it's chapters are dedicated to Melissa.
Fate Isn't A River Daisuke
by: Yamato Magna
Chapter One: Fire And Ice
I'm running round in circles,
Meeting people I see everyday.
There's no-one left to talk to,
'cause I allready know each word they'll say...
And just like that everything had changed. The small white piece of fate still sat in it's given place in the room, untouched by the hands that yearned to open it. Quickly grabbing the letter in one smooth tan hand and, hustling some toast in his mouth with the other, the frostfire boy strided through the hallway, allowing the letter to fall with seemingly unnatural grace into the open mouth of his schoolbag.
He ran his chilled hand through his flaming hair and sighed, pulling on a white tee-shirt across his bare khaki chest. Taking a quick peek in the mirror he set the finishing touches upon himself. He made a mental checklist of all these things. poofy hair, cheesy grin, practiced smirk, insouciant attitude. He continued to look himself over in the mirror. He stood up tall with a forced smile on his face and, literally through sheer force of will, made his eyes change from the color of the frozen mud, to the warm chocolate colour that everyone else saw and though was and would, always be there. Fire and ice. He even looked the part before putting on his uncanny change each day.
The wild flaming hair that went every which way, the suntanned skin, the jaunty smile, in-fact most of the external features displayed his fire. His eyes only displayed malice, contempt and cynicism, towards a world which he had give only his best and had smacked him hard in return. His frame, when not putting on an act for others, displayed a smooth eleven grace, which, clearly showed if anyone even bothered to look. It was the kind of elegance that came more from numbing out the world and having plenty of time to ones self than the sort of grace that came from long hours on the piano or tireless weeks of sports practice. He chose clothes that were neither dull, nor vibrant.
He hadn't always been this way. It had caused all of this. They had caused all of this. Who would have thought that a few small words , mere drops of ink written on processed pieces of trees could cause so much inner turmoil.
It's appearance was ordinary, small, white, average size. When he looked at it he was stunned. It had seemed as though his entire world had stopped moving. In a split second his inner merry-go-round had gone from whoo-hooo to crazyrunawaytiltowhirl. It was from…him.
I really should of taken it better, I mean I had been expecting this. Nothing good has ever stayed for long in his life no matter how hard I tried. Like a purring cat that begged it's owner for milk again and again but was only kicked away each time. That was Daisuke Motomiya's life. In a nut shell.
Sliding his math homework in his bag, he fingered through the rest of his books with the other hand, making sure that they were all there. With a quick tug he had his schoolbag , he slowly and quietly reached for the doorknob, but no matter how light-footed any living being could possibly dream to be, it could never be enough to escape the clutches of … "DAISUKE!!!" A shrill cry that could of turned any regular person to stone, split through the air, just as he was about to turn the door knob to leave the house.
Daisuke pivoted on the spot to face his sister. Like him she also had "Mrs. Motomiya's" hair color and brown eyes, although all her eyes displayed were seething anger. Her slightly pointed chin reinforced what Daisuke already thought of her as. A minion of hell. Her arms were thin and paler than Daisuke's, and she was dressed in a flashy white tee-shirt, and the "latest style" of jeans that was as Sora once uncharacteristically put it once was "just to DIE for". He silently wished that his sister would do just that.
Her hair, still uncombed , seemed to show even more anger than her eyes. Tangled and going every which way like the supposed Medusa of Greek myth. With her hands on her hips Daisuke could barely help but turn his gaze to the ground. She's all flash and no substance. What a shallow … " Daisuke!!" The one in question bearly had time to finish his train of thought before the most insulted one screamed for attention again. Jun may have been a dumb red head in Daisuke's eyes but even she had a good idea or two.
She smiled sweetly. " Where are you going today Daisuke?" She asked in a tone that made her overall appearance seem less hideous. Daisuke shivered inwardly. She was definitely up to something.
"Um… to school." Daisuke said with just as much false kindness dripping from his voice.
"You wouldn't of happened to see my panties would you?" Jun asked seemingly innocent. Daisuke did a double take.
Her what! How could she ask him a thing like that! I mean they were brother and sister but still, they weren't exactly the closest two grapes on the vine.
Daisuke was just about to reply when. "Hey give that back!" Without any warning whatsoever, Jun had grabbed the school bag off of her younger and, unfortunately smaller, brothers shoulders, only to dump it's contents on their living room floor for further examination. She quickly sorted through the contents to find what she was looking for.
"Aha!" She stated after finding her coveted prize.
The small flowery book with golden key and chain, came down and crashed upon the floor. To Daisuke's dismay Jun had grabbed it before he had even blinked, let alone tried to grab back his bag. With diary in hand Jun leaned in to deliver a raspberry to her brothers face. In another rapid motion the Gorgonne turned and walked away, as if washing her hands of the incident. Daisuke turned his eyes to the floor, wiping of his cheek with his sleeve, until he heard the tell-a-tale creak of his sisters room door shutting, and than the click of her lock turning. With that Daisuke abruptly stood up and straightened his shirt, picked up his bag and assumed once again his frozen deity. She really should take some lessons on how to do that properly. Daisuke gave himself a silent chortle.
Once again he placed all of his text's back in his bag and swung it around and upon his shoulder. He turned and walked out the door. Leaving the disdained letter in it's place on the carpet, with the wind blowing through the wisps of the frozen fire, the letter began to crumple in the chill of the coming storm.
One thought passed through his mind at that instant. Fire and ice. The two together made water. When water collects in one place long enough eventually you get a lake or an ocean or a…
"...It's just that I feel as though I'm being swept away in a current of fate. And it's as though I'm trying to swim against the current but it's to strong and it's overpowering me."
"Daisuke… fate isn't a river, it's more like this…"
His thoughts on the other day stopped abruptly. He had reached his destination. The dreaded prison of fools. School. The blue ball of fluff sure knows what he's talking about though.
It wasn't that he didn't like school, it was just that it was much to easy. No one seemed to notice that he was almost as smart as the boy genius Ichijouji. Sure he couldn't do quadratic equations but, compared to most of the teachers in here he was Einstein.
In fact there was only one thing about school he didn't like. And he had to do it at exactly 3:30. But he wasn't going to do it. No, they couldn't make him. Nothing could make him change his mind. He was going to open the letter. Nothing was going to stop him this time. Not like before. Though really the only thing stopping him. "The only thing that ever seems to get in my way is…"
"Chibimon?" Daisuke asked, noticing that his partner had been strangely quiet. That was when he remembered. He had forgotten Chibimon. He wasn't going to be to happy about that. Daisuke sighed as heran home to pick up his forgotten dragonmon. "Myself." He left once again not noticing the small piece of discord left behind once more, to be flooded in the river.
I'm running round in circles,
Going places I go everyday.
Don't wanna be here anymore,
I've got no reasons left to stay.
If only I could find the things I miss,
There must be someplace where there's more to life than this...