Discaimer: I don't own Digimon and its multi-million dollar industry that sucks up hard earned cash from fans. This ain't for profit so don't sue. However, some of the ideas that make this fic unique from the Digimon show are mine. The song is called "Toi et Moi" sung by Namie Amuro and written by Marc & TK (If you didn't know, it's the ending theme to Pokemon's second movie, "Revelation Lugia", Japanese version). My Japanese ain't that good so sorry for any awkward translations.
Author's Note: It's my first fic so be gentle. Reviews will be greatly appreciated. ^_^
Note: [] Lyrics
Thoughts
"Last Waltz-Harmonic Rhapsody"
(Part A)
By Cloud Ishida
[Children on a perpetual journey,
And the seemingly strange gazing kittens:
Anyone, smile and TELL ME! CAN YOU FEEL IT OR YOU CAN'T?]
The Chosen Kids were on the move again since the rise of a new threat endangering the Digital World. They continued on a journey where at many times felt they were traveling in circles. Their digimon followed faithfully, with eyes always filled with a sense of wonder and commitment. But today, there was silence as they walked. The Dark Masters along with all the other dangers of the Digital World were still out there, hunting for them. Yamato followed from the back of the group and Takeru was figiting from the bordem. Even Hikari has become depressed and quiet. He wanted anyone to smile and speak of the happy times. His brother seemed troubled lately, more that usual, "Matt, is anything wrong?"
Yamato turned to his brother with a smile formed with too much effort to be sincere, "I'm fine T.K." Takeru knew he was lying, Why don't you tell me anything anymore?...
[DON'T GIVE UP! TURN AROUND!
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND TELL ME HOW YU FEEL!
GIVE ME SOMETHING REAL!]
The children were depressed. The Dark Masters were near impossible to defeat in their present state. MetalSeaDramon lurked the oceans, Puppetmon nearly killed Takeru, MachineDramon took out a whole city to find them, and Piedmon... Piedmon hasn't done anything yet byt being the most powerful of all the Dark Masters, they didn't want to kow what he could do. Yamato was in a more despondent mood. His last fight with Taichi about his apparent coldness in to this war was still etched in the group's minds, Gabumon couldn't digivolve and he questioned his whole existence. His brother openly told him he didn't need him.
"C'mon you guys!" Everyone except Yamato turned to face Takeru. The young boy's face wasn't aged from worry lilke the others, "Don't lose hope before you even try. Just looking at you all tells me you've all given up. Well I won't! I can't! I'm the Keeper of Hope, and I have too many reasons to keep going..." Takeru resisted to cry, evidence of his growing maturity. The young blonde reached for Hikari's hand, holding onto one of his reasons to go on. All the while Takeru was giving the big "don't give up" speech, Yamato layed back of the circle formed around his little brother. Hands in his pockets, he stared out to the empty sky.
Hikari squeezed Takeru's hand in response, "You're right T.K. We've been walking around sulking long enough." Sora held onto Taichi's hand for comfort, Koushiro used vocabulary that sounded like encouragement, Jyou adjusted his glasses and added his confidence, Mimi turned to Jyou to vent her hyper active complaining (a good sign for her) and Taichi appreciated Taker's words and got his energetic nature back.
It's good to have you back to your bright self Kari!" Tailmon landed in Hikari's arms as the other digimon joined the happy rejuvenation of life. The children hd turned their losses around by turning to the ones they cared for the most. They each found a purpose.
Execpt one. The radient Light of the lone blue eyes were no more. Only Darkness resided.
[YES YOU CAN DO IT!
LOVE WARRIOR or FIGHT FOR YOUR LOVE!]
Everyone had someone to fight for. Taichi had his family and Sora. Sora had Taichi and her mother. Koushiro has his love for his parents to protect. Jyou had his brother and Mimi. Mimi had Jyou and her parents. Takeru had Hikari and his family. Hikari had her family and Takeru.
What did he have to fight for? For who? Everyone had someone to push them to their limits. They were defenders for their love, their friendships. They had someone they care enough to fight for.
[Even playing a little...
Even a sinless lie...
In those kinds of thoughts
My heart is in a spiral]
He was a loner, with no one with the group he can truly connect with. Gabumon was the only true friend but, once all the children return, who will the blonde confide in? Sure there was Taichi, occasionally, but those rare moments lasted for a fraction of a second. And Yamato hasn't really been in a friendly mood towards him recently. Keeper of Friendship indeed...Ha! On the trip that lasted for two minutes in the Real World, he made promises and commitments he should never have made...his world slowly crumbled from the vortex of anger and frustration.
A thundering crash. Looking up, a vortex of his pain appeared and disappeared in an instant. The Dark Masters were on the attack.
[Where is it from? Framed by courage and hope
It seems I'm drowning to rescue you.
However hard I try, no one gives me trust;
Even advancing further, I lose the way on the long road.]
"Once upon a time the DigiDestined were found by the Dark Masters and killed off. The End." Piedmon sneered at his little, so-called story. A River of Power piercing through the air ambushed the children forcing them to scatter all about, each losing their partner. All the digimon digivolved to their highest forms except for one. WarGreymon and Garudamon battled with MachineDramon while Zudomon held of MetalSeaDramon. MegaKabuterimon and Lilymon were engaged with Puppetmon. HolyAngemon and Angewomon were in a sparring match with Piedmon. Gabumon continually attemped to digivolve, with no results. Matt, what's wrong with you? He left to search for his lost partner.
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"T.K.!" Through the smoke he called out for his precious brother. Running everywhere he could, no answer followed. The whole area was covered in dust clouds from the fight. Fear took over him at the thought of losing Takeru. The kids were in danger and Gabumon probably couldn't digivolve still. His eyes watered at the thought of letting down his only friend. He wanted to find them as an undescribable emptyness envoleped him. Yamato grew uyp with loneliness, embraced it sometimes, but never got used to it. He didn't know why all these emotions were coming now, in a heated battle, in the Digital World, after the one he wanted to protect had forsaken him..."Tai~!" He clasped his mouth with his dusty, gloved hands as soon as the word left. Where did that come from? He didnt understand why he called out for "him" of all people, and relieved that no one heard his cry. His thoughts were racing with the images of Takeru and Taichi. Yamato was confused more than ever by his feelings. His crest glowed back and forth, Darkness to Light. He had considered to leave the DigiDestined, but couldn't abandon Takeru. Everytime Yamato looked at his brother, the words that stabbed his heart repeated over and over: *I don't need you...* Yamato was killing himself to protect his brother. The more he safeguared him, the more they seemed to grow apart. At least, in his eyes. And Taichi... well, that was another story with an unhappy ending. However hard he tried to be nice to him, it ended up with his fist in the goggle sporting face with a smear of blood.
He tried to change, God knows he tried. Change from babying Takeru, change the jerk that was himself to what people wanted, change his destiny. But all attempts failed. Trust was the most important thing in his life next to Takeru, and he was denied. Friendship was denied. Life was denied.
His crest blackened with his heart.
Yamato continued to descend through the clouded path before him. The battle raged on but he took no notice. He was lost on his path where he grew up too fast, too alone and too forgotten.
[I have no one to be there for,
Fighting myself until whenever.
I can't return afterwards from now on,
And to lose is a reason that just won't work!
A destiny that can't be changed, I embrace it.]
For what weemed like hours, Yamato was on his knees, sobbing to no end. The internal struggle within him continued on and on, a lose-lose situation for his soul. This battle was a chance for him to start over; to escape while the other kids thought he was killed in battle. That way, they would never search for him. He could just leave on his new path to search and find himself, his true self, and never return to the life of loneliness and heartache that followed his every waking breath. The thought enticed him, but his legs wouldn't move. He opened his eyes to take in the battle brewing around him:
The children's digimon were losing fast. Lilymon and MegaKabuterimon were knocked down to their Rookie forms. Koushiro and Mimi held their defeated friends, their own clothes staining with blood from their digimon. "I've gotta go find Joe..." Mimi left Koushiro to his computer to find any weakness of the Dark Masters. He was glad his parents weren't there to see him in his bloodied state. He had a rippled gash on his forehead and his right leg was bent at an awkward position, obviously broken. But that was the least of his worries. Puppetmon was headed right for him. Tentomon, with the small amount of energy he had left in him, managed to digivolve into Kabuterimon. But that wasn't enough.
With a simple wave of his mallet, the orbs of desturction scattered everywhere. With his arms dismembered and exoskeleton on the verge of braking off, the giant insect digimon was Puppted Pummeled to In-training and stayed that way. "Motimon!!" Koushirou screamed as the pink, bloodied digimon remained still and silent. Puppetmon approached with his hammer, ready to take another swing.
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Mimi's heart was pounding at the thought of Jyou being hurt. Ever since he stayed with her through her dilemma to fight or run, she saw his true nature. Not a coward but a caring soul that would do anything for his friends. Palmon was too tired to move so Mimi carried her until she reached the battle between the turtle and the dragon. Zudomon barely held his own against MetalSeaDramon. His shell was cracked and wouldn't hold out against another River of Power. An injured Jyou was with him, trying to cheer him on in the grim situation. Mimi ran to him, her oversized, pink hat taking off in the wind. Her heart skipped a few beats from his condition: Jyou's whole arm was covered with blood, bone exposed, and his glasses broken. All she had were a few minor scratches since Koushiro shielded her from most of the attacks. Immediately, she rummaged through Jyou's medical bag.
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Taichi supported Sora as their digimon clashed with the metal dragon. WarGreymon was the only one inflicting any real damage against MachineDramon. His claws dug into the metal skin cleanly, while Garudamon was ordered to protect Sora and Taichi. She couldn't fly anymore. Her right wing was torn off, with blood emptying out of her veins. Taichi was in fighting condition, but Sora had limited mobilety with her broken leg.
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Angewomon used her Heaven's Charm to charge up HolyAngemon to use his Heaven's Gate a second time. Piedmon easily evaded it. Although powerful, the holy attack was too slow. "Trump Sword!" All four swords stabbed through HolyAngemon's wings to pin him to the ground. His blood quickly absorbed into his delicate feathers. Angewomon aimed her Celestial Arrow but Piedmon's Clown Trick knocked her out flat to Tailmon. The leader of the Dark Masters flew down to the crucified angel and began his pummling. Takeru held a shocked Hikari. She was crying with wide eyes and Takeru remained still, holding onto her. Both were covered with cuts and bruises, but no tears from Takeru.
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Yamato stared at his brother. There he was, an eight year old child protecting another from an impossible battle to win and Yamato was sitting there sniveling like a baby. No wonder his brother didn't want him around. He buried his head into his knees as the reality of his worthless life sunk in.
Emerging from a hill, Gabumon found his shaken partner, and decided to end this nonesense.
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"Matt! What are you doing here?! We need your help!" Gabumon shook his human counterpart, but no response. He was frozen in his sorrow with his arms wrapped around his legs and head buried in them. A mysterious mist of Darkness emerged from his black crest and surrounded him like an aura. The whole area around the two turned black with Yamato's heart forming a cave, and an orb of pitch black floated in the middle of it. Its mist joined with the black crest to surround Yamato, eyes turning dead. Gabumon didn't pay any attention to what was going on around them. His fearful eyes were only fixated on the trembling boy that was once proud and witty, "Matt! Listen to me! You can't wallow in your sorrows forever! Everything is not your fault!..."
"Yes it is..." Yamato mumbled bitterly, "I'm the one that's holding the group back. I've realized that now. There is no use for me with them, with anyone... Life isn't worth living this way." Tears gathered to be released but his heart held them back. Another mist emerging from the Crest of Loneliness gathered in front of Yamato, forming into a black knife. It twinkled in his navy-blue eyes, yearning to be held by its creator and master. He picked it up, outlining its figure with his forefinger and gently holding it against his heart. "Not worth living..." he whispered.
Gabumon knew what he was thinking, and desperation struck the reptiliatn wolf, "No...Matt, life is worth living for. This is not the answer to your problems..."
The words had no affect on Yamato. He only heard all the voices of disappointment and anger of his past relations with people: the thundering voices of his parents arguing over Yamato's troubling behaviour, Taichi yelling at his constant contradictions, Takeru refusing him as a brother... Listening to the disappointment that was himself, he took the knife in both hands, the tip of the cursed blade of his soul pointing to his heart. Gabumon was in a state of shock at what Yamato was about to commit. He did the only thing he could do. If words didn't get through to him, then action will. Gabumon took Yamato's arm, and with mouth wide open he...
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Sorry, but I couldn't fit all of it on my prehistoric computer _!! Please read Part B! I've stayed up so long to type this fic out. Pretty please??!! Now I'm just being a whining baby. I'll stop that now. Quite melodramatic huh? But that's what I like. Please R/R :)
Author's Note: It's my first fic so be gentle. Reviews will be greatly appreciated. ^_^
Note: [] Lyrics
Thoughts
"Last Waltz-Harmonic Rhapsody"
(Part A)
By Cloud Ishida
[Children on a perpetual journey,
And the seemingly strange gazing kittens:
Anyone, smile and TELL ME! CAN YOU FEEL IT OR YOU CAN'T?]
The Chosen Kids were on the move again since the rise of a new threat endangering the Digital World. They continued on a journey where at many times felt they were traveling in circles. Their digimon followed faithfully, with eyes always filled with a sense of wonder and commitment. But today, there was silence as they walked. The Dark Masters along with all the other dangers of the Digital World were still out there, hunting for them. Yamato followed from the back of the group and Takeru was figiting from the bordem. Even Hikari has become depressed and quiet. He wanted anyone to smile and speak of the happy times. His brother seemed troubled lately, more that usual, "Matt, is anything wrong?"
Yamato turned to his brother with a smile formed with too much effort to be sincere, "I'm fine T.K." Takeru knew he was lying, Why don't you tell me anything anymore?...
[DON'T GIVE UP! TURN AROUND!
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND TELL ME HOW YU FEEL!
GIVE ME SOMETHING REAL!]
The children were depressed. The Dark Masters were near impossible to defeat in their present state. MetalSeaDramon lurked the oceans, Puppetmon nearly killed Takeru, MachineDramon took out a whole city to find them, and Piedmon... Piedmon hasn't done anything yet byt being the most powerful of all the Dark Masters, they didn't want to kow what he could do. Yamato was in a more despondent mood. His last fight with Taichi about his apparent coldness in to this war was still etched in the group's minds, Gabumon couldn't digivolve and he questioned his whole existence. His brother openly told him he didn't need him.
"C'mon you guys!" Everyone except Yamato turned to face Takeru. The young boy's face wasn't aged from worry lilke the others, "Don't lose hope before you even try. Just looking at you all tells me you've all given up. Well I won't! I can't! I'm the Keeper of Hope, and I have too many reasons to keep going..." Takeru resisted to cry, evidence of his growing maturity. The young blonde reached for Hikari's hand, holding onto one of his reasons to go on. All the while Takeru was giving the big "don't give up" speech, Yamato layed back of the circle formed around his little brother. Hands in his pockets, he stared out to the empty sky.
Hikari squeezed Takeru's hand in response, "You're right T.K. We've been walking around sulking long enough." Sora held onto Taichi's hand for comfort, Koushiro used vocabulary that sounded like encouragement, Jyou adjusted his glasses and added his confidence, Mimi turned to Jyou to vent her hyper active complaining (a good sign for her) and Taichi appreciated Taker's words and got his energetic nature back.
It's good to have you back to your bright self Kari!" Tailmon landed in Hikari's arms as the other digimon joined the happy rejuvenation of life. The children hd turned their losses around by turning to the ones they cared for the most. They each found a purpose.
Execpt one. The radient Light of the lone blue eyes were no more. Only Darkness resided.
[YES YOU CAN DO IT!
LOVE WARRIOR or FIGHT FOR YOUR LOVE!]
Everyone had someone to fight for. Taichi had his family and Sora. Sora had Taichi and her mother. Koushiro has his love for his parents to protect. Jyou had his brother and Mimi. Mimi had Jyou and her parents. Takeru had Hikari and his family. Hikari had her family and Takeru.
What did he have to fight for? For who? Everyone had someone to push them to their limits. They were defenders for their love, their friendships. They had someone they care enough to fight for.
[Even playing a little...
Even a sinless lie...
In those kinds of thoughts
My heart is in a spiral]
He was a loner, with no one with the group he can truly connect with. Gabumon was the only true friend but, once all the children return, who will the blonde confide in? Sure there was Taichi, occasionally, but those rare moments lasted for a fraction of a second. And Yamato hasn't really been in a friendly mood towards him recently. Keeper of Friendship indeed...Ha! On the trip that lasted for two minutes in the Real World, he made promises and commitments he should never have made...his world slowly crumbled from the vortex of anger and frustration.
A thundering crash. Looking up, a vortex of his pain appeared and disappeared in an instant. The Dark Masters were on the attack.
[Where is it from? Framed by courage and hope
It seems I'm drowning to rescue you.
However hard I try, no one gives me trust;
Even advancing further, I lose the way on the long road.]
"Once upon a time the DigiDestined were found by the Dark Masters and killed off. The End." Piedmon sneered at his little, so-called story. A River of Power piercing through the air ambushed the children forcing them to scatter all about, each losing their partner. All the digimon digivolved to their highest forms except for one. WarGreymon and Garudamon battled with MachineDramon while Zudomon held of MetalSeaDramon. MegaKabuterimon and Lilymon were engaged with Puppetmon. HolyAngemon and Angewomon were in a sparring match with Piedmon. Gabumon continually attemped to digivolve, with no results. Matt, what's wrong with you? He left to search for his lost partner.
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"T.K.!" Through the smoke he called out for his precious brother. Running everywhere he could, no answer followed. The whole area was covered in dust clouds from the fight. Fear took over him at the thought of losing Takeru. The kids were in danger and Gabumon probably couldn't digivolve still. His eyes watered at the thought of letting down his only friend. He wanted to find them as an undescribable emptyness envoleped him. Yamato grew uyp with loneliness, embraced it sometimes, but never got used to it. He didn't know why all these emotions were coming now, in a heated battle, in the Digital World, after the one he wanted to protect had forsaken him..."Tai~!" He clasped his mouth with his dusty, gloved hands as soon as the word left. Where did that come from? He didnt understand why he called out for "him" of all people, and relieved that no one heard his cry. His thoughts were racing with the images of Takeru and Taichi. Yamato was confused more than ever by his feelings. His crest glowed back and forth, Darkness to Light. He had considered to leave the DigiDestined, but couldn't abandon Takeru. Everytime Yamato looked at his brother, the words that stabbed his heart repeated over and over: *I don't need you...* Yamato was killing himself to protect his brother. The more he safeguared him, the more they seemed to grow apart. At least, in his eyes. And Taichi... well, that was another story with an unhappy ending. However hard he tried to be nice to him, it ended up with his fist in the goggle sporting face with a smear of blood.
He tried to change, God knows he tried. Change from babying Takeru, change the jerk that was himself to what people wanted, change his destiny. But all attempts failed. Trust was the most important thing in his life next to Takeru, and he was denied. Friendship was denied. Life was denied.
His crest blackened with his heart.
Yamato continued to descend through the clouded path before him. The battle raged on but he took no notice. He was lost on his path where he grew up too fast, too alone and too forgotten.
[I have no one to be there for,
Fighting myself until whenever.
I can't return afterwards from now on,
And to lose is a reason that just won't work!
A destiny that can't be changed, I embrace it.]
For what weemed like hours, Yamato was on his knees, sobbing to no end. The internal struggle within him continued on and on, a lose-lose situation for his soul. This battle was a chance for him to start over; to escape while the other kids thought he was killed in battle. That way, they would never search for him. He could just leave on his new path to search and find himself, his true self, and never return to the life of loneliness and heartache that followed his every waking breath. The thought enticed him, but his legs wouldn't move. He opened his eyes to take in the battle brewing around him:
The children's digimon were losing fast. Lilymon and MegaKabuterimon were knocked down to their Rookie forms. Koushiro and Mimi held their defeated friends, their own clothes staining with blood from their digimon. "I've gotta go find Joe..." Mimi left Koushiro to his computer to find any weakness of the Dark Masters. He was glad his parents weren't there to see him in his bloodied state. He had a rippled gash on his forehead and his right leg was bent at an awkward position, obviously broken. But that was the least of his worries. Puppetmon was headed right for him. Tentomon, with the small amount of energy he had left in him, managed to digivolve into Kabuterimon. But that wasn't enough.
With a simple wave of his mallet, the orbs of desturction scattered everywhere. With his arms dismembered and exoskeleton on the verge of braking off, the giant insect digimon was Puppted Pummeled to In-training and stayed that way. "Motimon!!" Koushirou screamed as the pink, bloodied digimon remained still and silent. Puppetmon approached with his hammer, ready to take another swing.
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Mimi's heart was pounding at the thought of Jyou being hurt. Ever since he stayed with her through her dilemma to fight or run, she saw his true nature. Not a coward but a caring soul that would do anything for his friends. Palmon was too tired to move so Mimi carried her until she reached the battle between the turtle and the dragon. Zudomon barely held his own against MetalSeaDramon. His shell was cracked and wouldn't hold out against another River of Power. An injured Jyou was with him, trying to cheer him on in the grim situation. Mimi ran to him, her oversized, pink hat taking off in the wind. Her heart skipped a few beats from his condition: Jyou's whole arm was covered with blood, bone exposed, and his glasses broken. All she had were a few minor scratches since Koushiro shielded her from most of the attacks. Immediately, she rummaged through Jyou's medical bag.
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Taichi supported Sora as their digimon clashed with the metal dragon. WarGreymon was the only one inflicting any real damage against MachineDramon. His claws dug into the metal skin cleanly, while Garudamon was ordered to protect Sora and Taichi. She couldn't fly anymore. Her right wing was torn off, with blood emptying out of her veins. Taichi was in fighting condition, but Sora had limited mobilety with her broken leg.
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Angewomon used her Heaven's Charm to charge up HolyAngemon to use his Heaven's Gate a second time. Piedmon easily evaded it. Although powerful, the holy attack was too slow. "Trump Sword!" All four swords stabbed through HolyAngemon's wings to pin him to the ground. His blood quickly absorbed into his delicate feathers. Angewomon aimed her Celestial Arrow but Piedmon's Clown Trick knocked her out flat to Tailmon. The leader of the Dark Masters flew down to the crucified angel and began his pummling. Takeru held a shocked Hikari. She was crying with wide eyes and Takeru remained still, holding onto her. Both were covered with cuts and bruises, but no tears from Takeru.
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Yamato stared at his brother. There he was, an eight year old child protecting another from an impossible battle to win and Yamato was sitting there sniveling like a baby. No wonder his brother didn't want him around. He buried his head into his knees as the reality of his worthless life sunk in.
Emerging from a hill, Gabumon found his shaken partner, and decided to end this nonesense.
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"Matt! What are you doing here?! We need your help!" Gabumon shook his human counterpart, but no response. He was frozen in his sorrow with his arms wrapped around his legs and head buried in them. A mysterious mist of Darkness emerged from his black crest and surrounded him like an aura. The whole area around the two turned black with Yamato's heart forming a cave, and an orb of pitch black floated in the middle of it. Its mist joined with the black crest to surround Yamato, eyes turning dead. Gabumon didn't pay any attention to what was going on around them. His fearful eyes were only fixated on the trembling boy that was once proud and witty, "Matt! Listen to me! You can't wallow in your sorrows forever! Everything is not your fault!..."
"Yes it is..." Yamato mumbled bitterly, "I'm the one that's holding the group back. I've realized that now. There is no use for me with them, with anyone... Life isn't worth living this way." Tears gathered to be released but his heart held them back. Another mist emerging from the Crest of Loneliness gathered in front of Yamato, forming into a black knife. It twinkled in his navy-blue eyes, yearning to be held by its creator and master. He picked it up, outlining its figure with his forefinger and gently holding it against his heart. "Not worth living..." he whispered.
Gabumon knew what he was thinking, and desperation struck the reptiliatn wolf, "No...Matt, life is worth living for. This is not the answer to your problems..."
The words had no affect on Yamato. He only heard all the voices of disappointment and anger of his past relations with people: the thundering voices of his parents arguing over Yamato's troubling behaviour, Taichi yelling at his constant contradictions, Takeru refusing him as a brother... Listening to the disappointment that was himself, he took the knife in both hands, the tip of the cursed blade of his soul pointing to his heart. Gabumon was in a state of shock at what Yamato was about to commit. He did the only thing he could do. If words didn't get through to him, then action will. Gabumon took Yamato's arm, and with mouth wide open he...
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Sorry, but I couldn't fit all of it on my prehistoric computer _!! Please read Part B! I've stayed up so long to type this fic out. Pretty please??!! Now I'm just being a whining baby. I'll stop that now. Quite melodramatic huh? But that's what I like. Please R/R :)
