Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, the concept, or its characters. They belong to Bandai, Toei Animation, Saban... maybe others as well. I'm merely using them for my own personal enjoyment. Please don't sue

Notes: This is a little drabble I wrote back in April, and I've been toying with the idea of posting it here for the longest time. A friend of mine wanted to write angsty stuff, so she plotted to kill off one of the Chosen (read to find out who), and wrote POVs for Mimi, Yamato, and Hikari. Right after reading them, I got the inspiration to write one for Daisuke

Takes place ten years after BelialVamdemon is defeated, so Daisuke is twenty-one here. Enjoy.

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Burden
By: Daystar-chan

Daisuke feels his hand tighten painfully around the goggles. Feels his heart ache roughly against his chest. Feels the tears stinging his eyes. The burden of leadership feels too permanent now. (Daisuke-centric)
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To say he had never experienced death before would be, in a way, a lie. He had watched Wormmon being deleted, and he had witnessed Oikawa sacrificing the last of his body to protect the Digital World.

But neither of the experiences had been people that were close to him, and the grief had been short-lived, because Daisuke didn't really have a reason to mourn them other than that he felt sorry they were dead, because other people were going to be upset.

But this time was different.

This time Daisuke knew exactly whose death he was being told of. Knew, personally, the name written on the tombstone. Knew perfectly well whose face he'd never see again.

And it hurt.

He would be a fool to say that it didn't.

Taichi had been his soccer coach. His mentor. His friend.

And now the only thing he had left - the only thing any of them had left - were memories.

Daisuke feels his hand tighten painfully around the goggles. Feels his heart ache roughly against his chest. Feels the tears stinging his eyes.

The burden of leadership feels too permanent now.