He stood there watching the war as it brew. "All is fair in Love and War…" It was a sad war…All wars are sad. Death and gore. Ground redden by blood…killing humans. Humans killing humans. He had been in a war before…Not like this. He had been in a different type of war…One not exactly like this. Not human versus human…Not brother versus brother…Not sister versus sister…Not like this. Never like this. He had been in a war before, where it wasn't like this. He had been in a war…Evil versus Good…Never human versus human. He remembered watching movies that contained wars and battles and he enjoyed them.
Never did he thought he would become a part of one. It scared him…He didn't know whether his friends were alive…or his friends from the opposing side were still alive, or had they been killed? What if he had killed one of his friends? What if…So many of those. Bullets past right past him…many hitting and either killing or injuring people. Every time he took a breath it could have been his last.
Thinking back to when he was little…before this war ever started. Days when you could see the sun, not skies covered by dark clouds. Before hatred was everywhere…When smiles were not smiled. When it wasn't like this. He wish he was back then. He wished he was never drafted into this war. Wishing never did a thing, though. So what's the use now?
He took up his gun and fired…Hoping he missed…Hope? He gave a choke laugh at that thought. Hope and he hadn't got along that well at first. So who would have guessed that they would become a couple? No one really. He fired again, and this time…He knew he had shot someone. Tears came into his eyes. He never wanted to be in this war…And he was forced into it…Forced to kill to survive.
His eyes grew wide has a pain suddenly appeared. The tears in his eyes fell down has he removed his had from his stomach revealing red blood. His blood. He fell to his knees has his breath grew sharper and the pain grew almost unbearable. He felt his eyes closed and he saw the darkness surrounded him. His heart slowed…and he wasn't breathing sharply.
"I love you…TK…" Then there was no more pain. He knew…He was dead.
In years to come, the war would end. There was a great lost. More than 2 million lives were taken.
Davis's body was found two years after the war ended, 3 years after he was killed. His body though, was ever recognized…He remained was one of the 1.5 nameless soldiers that fought and was buried in a memorial. TK did come and visit and placed flowers on one of the graves, praying and hoping…wishing that it was his lover's. Davis grave was actually five rows down from the grave TK visited every month.
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Authors Notes: This is what happens when the song of the day is very sad…Sorry about that. *Sighs* I really have a big problem…I really need to work on another fic…But every time I try to write the next part…I end up writing a totally different fic! O.O
Disclaimer: No…I don't own Digimon…You would know if I did