Fate's Tears
A Digimon Adventure/02 Fan Fiction
By Sacred Sakura

First Conceptualized: 12/10/2007
Conceptualized/Written: 12/10-11/2007
Published: 12/12/2007

Rating: T – Although typically I don't put anything inappropriate in my fics, this is a precaution due to possible language and violence. No hentai or citrus, of course; that's not my style.
Genre: Angst/Action-Adventure (Angst galore! Would you expect anything less?)
Disclaimer: If I'd owned the Digimon series as a child, you'd still be watching it on non-cable programming.

Dedication: To the creators of Digimon. Enough said.

A/N: AU FIC ALERT!!! Summary: Something happened, and everything in contact with the Digital World was deleted. The Chosen Children have been revived, but changed… Will they be able to set aside their new differences and old ghosts--and save the world? AU ficlet, pairings in the works.

I know I shouldn't be starting a new fic all over again...but the temptation was too great... (sigh) Just a note of warning before we continue…. I WILL NOT be guaranteed to update this anytime soon; you have been warned, so please don't rush me. Otherwise, I shall force you to commit harakiri…if I don't sic my kanashibari demons of otaku wrath on you first.

Arc One: "New"
Before Restart: Wasurenaide – Don't Forget

A lone brunet stood in the middle of a grassy field, a dew-streaked soccer ball at his feet. His white t-shirt and gray shorts were disheveled and soaking in sweat, his grass-stained socks steaming inside his cross-trainers. He breathed heavily in the cool pre-dawn air, but the enormous grin on his tanned face belied his exhaustion.

A younger boy, also a brunet, kneeled with his hands over his knees. He too struggled for breath. "That…was one…awesome…practice, Taichi!"

"Anytime, Daisuke." The elder male reveled in the cool air, exhilarated by the match that had ended just minutes before. "Anytime."

"Yamato…" The young woman smiled up at the blond man whose arms lovingly encircled her. She gazed serenely into his midnight-blue eyes, the light scent of his musky cologne enveloping her with love. "Do you think…that this peace—this unity of Digimon and humans—will last?"

He returned her smile. "Of course."

"And…us?"

He looked, and what he could see in her lovely ruby eyes mirrored what he felt in his heart. "Sora…our love…" He leaned forward, his lips meeting hers. "…will transcend time."

A young woman decked in the latest fashion reclined luxuriantly in her passenger seat. She tossed her blonde-bleached hair and batted flirtatiously at the passing steward before returning her attention to the in-flight movie—a passionate love drama.

'City of Odaiba, Mimi has returned! Ohhh, I just can't wait until I see everyone again!!!'

"Yeah, yeah, I got it, Dad!" yelled the amethyst-haired girl as she rushed out of her family's convenience store with several bags in each hand. "Just put it on my tab! Now I gotta go! Everyone's waiting for me!"

"Miyako, just when do you expect to pay it all off?!" The middle-aged man stuck his head out the door, but his bespectacled daughter was already beyond earshot.

"There, that's better." The blue-haired man smiled reassuringly at the little girl as he patted the bandage gently. "You're almost good as new. Just make sure to be more careful next time you trip up the stairs."

The girl giggled before strangling the bespectacled student with unbridled appreciation. "Thank you, Jyou-kun!"

"N-no…problem…" he managed to gasp out, struggling for air.

A blond boy opened the door and grinned at the two visitors who had come knocking. "Hey Iori, Ken. We're glad that you were able to come. We'll get started when Miyako and Davis get here."

"Great, I can't wait for her family's infamous three-bean salad," chirped the small boy happily. "I hope she brought prune juice too."

"Hello, Kari," greeted the taller boy, nodding in the direction of the sofa where a brunette girl sat.

The girl smiled kindly. "Good to see you all after such a long summer." She turned to the blond. "Takeru, while we wait for the other two, what game should we play in the meantime?"

The sapphire-eyed boy grinned again. "How about 'Do You Remember?'"

A young man, slumped in a padded chair, stared at the computer screen before him, perplexed. He ran a hand through his stiff, crimson-hued hair before returning it to the keyboard, typing more commands.

Nothing.

He took a distracted sip of lukewarm water from the glass beside him before typing again, this time more rapidly.

Still nothing.

'Strange…'

And then a binary code appeared on the monitor screen, streaming so rapidly that he almost missed its contents.

He sat up, his back ramrod straight. 'Wait a minute. What…?'

And then a word: ERROR.

He typed in more commands, but these too elicited no results. He could only stare, helpless, as the same word repeated itself on the black screen.

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. ERROR…

He stood up suddenly, knocking his chair over with a cacophonous crash. "What's going on?!"

"Koushiro?" called his mother from the other side of the door. "Is everything all right?"

The screen went blank.

"Koushiro?"

Then the lights, the digital clock next to his bed, the lava lamp collection on his bookshelf—everything went dark.

"What's going on?! Koushiro?!!"

"Oh, no…" the young man realized, every last bit of color draining from his face. "This…"

And then everything was enveloped in black nothingness.

I love reviewers. People who read and don't review sadden me to no end. Notes follow.

Possible OOCness?: I apologize. This chapter is simply being used to set the story, and I haven't watched much Digimon in a while…

Cliffhanger: Oh. Crap. Man, this was really exhausting to write… (falls asleep)

Next update: Again, I haven't a clue. At this point my priority is updating my One Piece fanfics. Sorry, but that's life.