a/n: Hello lovely people of fanfiction. After the many failed attempts at TBH, I'm back with another story based on the sequel that was meant for TBH. Before I mention anything else, let me start off by saying that this story has no official... well, none are actually decided yet. I'm planning on just going with the flow and seeing what happens. This fanfic is mainly Davis-centric and TK friendly. So please refrain from asking me about pairings and if certain characters are going to appear.
Anyway, I have only written the first chapter for this story, and am in the process of writing the second. So please, leave a review telling me what you think.
And last thing, TK will not be joining me the author notes this time. He might possibly in the next chapter if I get at least one review asking for him.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Digimon, it's characters, etc. in anyway, shape, or form. Also, I do NOT own anything that is under copyright law that is mentioned in this fanfic. This fanfic is done purely for the FREE enjoyment of others, and I am in no way making any profit from this.
They all had gathered at the airport to wish him a final farewell. Made promises of keeping in touch and for him to do the same, all the while passing him around to receive a final round of hugs. In the back of his mind, he knew this wasn't right, he didn't deserve this. Truth was, he didn't intend to keep in touch or even bother to remember them. His pocket full of phone numbers were just empty promises waiting to be broken. He was lying straight to their faces and none of them suspected a thing, they had no idea of his true intentions.
Davis flashed another fake smile as he pulled out of Kari's embrace.
"You promise that you'll call when you get there, right?" she asked, bright eyes gazing into his.
"Yeah," he lied, "soon as I get off the plane."
"And you promise to call us everyday after that?" He heard Yolei surprisingly chime in.
"Uh huh," he replied, nodding.
Davis didn't know how much more of this he could take. The facade he had put up was beginning to wear away, and he feared that his friends would see what was really happening with him. He didn't want that, he didn't want them to see how badly he was falling apart. He didn't want to leave with them knowing that deep down inside, he was about to break. He didn't want to show how much he needed them, when knowing how little he was needed in return. Even after all they had been through together, if he was taken out of the picture, the outcome wouldn't have made a difference in even the slightest.
Pulling away from the group, Davis began walking to the gate, barely looking back to give a final wave goodbye. From the corner of his eye, he had seen a shocked expression flash across TK's face before he began to sprint over to him. He handed Davis the medium sized brown paper wrapped package that he had been holding in his hand.
"Almost forgot to give you this," he said spoke, catching his breath, "I'm gonna miss you, man."
"Yeah," Davis replied, "I'ma miss you too... TK."
At the moment he finally said his name correctly, TK could see right through Davis. The empty look in his eyes told him everything. He knew from the beginning that something was off with, but it wasn't until now he understood what was really going on.
The two boys stood their for a moment, their eyes locked on each other. After what felt like an eternity, TK nodded in understanding but mostly in disappointment. He wished that he had more time to change Davis's mind, but knew it was too late.
"So that's how it's gonna be?" he asked in a hushed tone.
"I'm sorry..." Davis whispered back.
Turning around, he continued to walk in the direction of the gate, not bothering to look back this time.
Homecoming
Waves of memories and mixed emotions washed over Davis as he got off the plane. After years of absence, he had finally returned to where it had all began, Odaiba. It felt so different being back here, he felt as if he was a stranger to this place. Everything seemed so foreign, Davis couldn't believe that he was so out of touch after only a few years of leaving Japan. Taking in a bit of the cold summer air, he let out a ragged breath, shuddering as he did so. None of this was right, he didn't belong here anymore and he knew it.
After retrieving his luggage from the baggage claim and exiting the airport, he waved over a cab, seeing an elderly looking man pull up almost as soon as he raised his hand. It was almost 1a.m., and Davis knew that his parents would most likely be asleep by now, he didn't want to bother them for a ride. Propping his head up against the window with his arm, he watched as the driver passed by many familiar places, their lights illuminating his face. He felt as if they were mocking him, making him feel more lowly and resentful than he already did.
For the first time in years, Davis began to think about them. He wondered how much they had changed over the past four years, and how they would react to how much he had changed. He wasn't the same from before, he had left that person behind when he boarded that one-way flight. He was more reserved now, no longer displaying the hyperactive nature that they had grown accustomed to. The years he had been gone had given him quite a bit of time to calm down his restless personality. No, he most definitely wasn't the same anymore.
The old man seemed to have caught a glimpse of Davis's solemn expression, proceeding to ask if something was wrong.
"You alright?" he asked, glancing in the fore-view mirror again to see if he was okay.
Davis remained silent, he didn't know what to say. A part of him wanted to tell the old man to mind his own business, but another part wanted him to tell this man what was exactly on his mind. He felt so lost, being back was beginning to take it toll on him. In all honesty, he didn't even want to come back to Japan. After a long heated argument with his father, he was guilt tripped into coming home... no, Odaiba wasn't even his home anymore. His home was back in America with his aunt and all his friends. His old life here was just a memory of the past.
"I don't know..." Davis replied hesitantly, "I guess I'm just kinda nervous about being back home."
It felt so awkward to speak Japanese again after going on without it for so long. Barely understanding his own words, he wondered if the driver did too.
"Ah, I see," he spoke again, "You come a long way?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
Passing the old park hangout, Davis grew silent again. Flashbacks began to run across his mind, making him shift uncomfortably. He was tempted to ask the driver to turn around to the airport, despite knowing he didn't have enough for ticket home.
For a moment, Davis began to wonder why exactly was he feeling this way. Was it the possible chance of running into one of them again? He wasn't obligated to give them answers of they began to question him, so what was he so afraid of? They were part of the reason why he had left Japan in the first place, it wasn't like he was intending to ever come back. So why was he feeling like this? This overwhelming feeling of being trapped and suffocated.
Davis held his head for a moment, it was as if the world was spinning at a way too fast pace. His face grew hot, the sounds of familiar voices echoing in his ears. An upturning feeling in his stomach began to arise, he felt as if he was about to throw up. Begging the driver to pull over, he quickly dashed outside, finding a conveniently nearby trashcan in the process.
After emptying out the contents of his stomach, Davis just stood there, feeling lightheaded but with some slight relief. The old man that was cab driver came out and handed him a napkin, asking again if he was okay and wanted to go to the hospital.
"Nah," Davis replied, feeling the bile threatening to come up again, "I'm... fine." he choked out.
"Are you sure? Th-"
"I SAID I'M FINE!" Davis exclaimed, cutting the man off, "Just take me to where I need to go, please."
The driver did what he was told and went back to the cab, Davis climbing back in moments later so they could leave. The next ten minutes were spent in silence until they had finally reached the desired destination. Looking at the meter, the fare was 1,247￥, he reached into his wallet to see that he had only had a few U.S. bills.
"Oh... do you accept America currency?" he asked nervously.
The man stared at him for a moment, giving the eighteen year-old a look of a pity. Despite knowing very little about Davis's situation, he could tell that the young man needed a lot of help, or at least some guidance. Sighing, he accepted the foreign money as payment.
Davis hurriedly got out of the cab, gathering his things from the trunk and began climbing up the steps to the apartment. After the somewhat interesting situation that he just went through, all he wanted now was a decent sleep. Reaching into his pocket, he fished out his old apartment key, unlocking the door and quietly entering.
As he expected, his parents were asleep and DemiVeemon was curled up on the sofa. Tiptoeing past the living room, he successfully and soundlessly made it into his room. Setting down his bags with a silent thump, he went over to his window, the view catching his attention. The lights of the city brought back even more disappointing memories. He never hated Odaiba as much as he did at that moment, wishing he could take off again just like he did all those years ago. There was nothing left for him here, so why did he even return?
"Damn city lights," Davis muttered, glaring at the scene before him.
a/n: So, read and review... oh, and please disregard and errors in this. After going over it millions of times, I kinda got sick of reading it myself. Unfortunately, I'm too impatient to use a beta reader. By the way, I know a lot of things are left unanswered in this chapter. Don't trip, everything will be made clear in the chapters to come. :D
Oh, and the title for this story may change, so at least bookmark it or something if you intend on reading it at some point later on.