A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo Challenge on the Digimon Fanfiction Challenges Forum (link in profile). This time the prompt was #306 – dragon.
the dragon that sleeps within
Takato always had his head up in the clouds. He always thought of being able to fly on a dragon with a cape billowing out behind him and a sword and shield in his hand. He always thought about being wrapped in dragon-fire, cutting through the cold air and lightning from the wrath of gods and bringing justice to the world.
Except he could barely concentrate in class and wasn't much of a fighter. He always got detention for not concentrating, and he never really got into fights. People left him alone for the most part, because he had friends like Hirokazu who'd do the physical fighting for him, and like Kenta who'd strike with verbal jibes. Takato was more the peacekeeper, the one who tried to pull them out of trouble but wound up in it anyway. Not that he couldn't fight if he had to; he'd proven it on a few occasions – and gotten black eyes and bruises for his troubles as well as mild respect.
But he was a dreamer and that was the best bit about him. Sure, his friends laughed at his dreams and his parents and teachers frowned at them, but those dreams were what made him him: the dream to be able to ride a dragon-friend and fly in the skies with blazing armour and hands filled with a power that was truly his own –
And this was when he had no idea of the power, or the dragon, that slept within.