Disclaimer: Digimon is a franchise owned jointly by Toei Animation and Bandai, and conceptualized by Akiyoshi Hongo. Doctor Who is a property owned by the British Broadcasting Company created by Sydney Newman. The concept of The Tamer: A Digimon Adventure is a fan fiction idea created by me. The Life Of Kari Kamiya is a fanfiction property that extends off that story and belongs to me also. Please support the official properties.

Author's Notes: Hey folks! Welcome to The Life of Kari Kamiya. This story is meant to be a spin off to The Tamer - A Digimon Adventure. Unlike my other story, Burnt Leaf Declassified, this story will not be self contained and will have many references to the The Tamer. That said, The Life of Kari Kamiya assumes you've already read The Tamer A Digimon Adventure and are familiar with its story. If not, that's fine. It will still be mostly self contained, but you will miss part of the story by not reading The Tamer. Also, unlike the other two - The Life of Kari Kamiya will be made up of short stories, drabbles, and will be more experimental in its format. In fact, the stories may not even be told in order of each other so one chapter may have her as an adult and the next chapter has her a teenager. The ideas are a lot of fun and I hope you guys are looking forward to it. That's all I have for now so let's start the story!

Edit: Because I'm a dingus, I forgot to mention that the cover art is by none other than Ace-Spiritwell. Ain't it awesomely/adorable. Why not give their deviantart account a look and leave a comment?

The Life of Kari Kamiya

Don't Make Me Say Good-Bye

She wanted them to believe her. She wished they would believe her. But she was just a kid. How could they believe her? Why should they believe her?

When she told them of monsters, they said it was just her imagination. Her imagination trying to protect her from what happened.

When she told them he was alive, they said she was in denial. Her mind trying to suppress the truth to protect her.

When she told them it happened, they told her to stop. That she couldn't run from reality and she would have to come to terms with what happened.

She had never known her parents to be so angry, and could only cry when she saw the faces they gave her - the anger in their eyes and the hurt they were feeling. When they realized what they'd done, the held her in their arms and smothered in kisses to apologize - promising to never do it again and admitting that they missed her brother too. That they felt the same grief and sorrow she was feeling.

When that dark day came, they dressed her in a little black dress and held a ceremony to say good bye. She didn't want to say farewell because she didn't want to believe he was gone. When the time came to bow in front of his picture, she ran away to hide from the dreary event.

It was his best friend who found her crying, and comforted her - assured her that her tears meant that she really cared for her brother. She could see it in his best friend's eyes - she didn't believe what she was saying and she missed him too. For his friend and what they meant to each other, she dried her tears and calmed down. She didn't want to say goodbye, but she would to help his friend.

They walked back together hand in hand and when the time came she said the words she dreaded - as if admitting it was true. His friend assured her it would take time, but one day she would be able to move. The poor little sister kept her thoughts private, knowing that saying them out loud would come back to bite her. Although she'd said the words with her mouth, she didn't mean them with her heart. They would never make her say goodbye.

Author's Notes: I hope you guys liked it! Why not leave a review telling me your thoughts? I love feed back and am always happy to reply. And hey, be sure to follow the story so you can get all the latest updates. Updates will be sporadic and will happen at random so be sure to follow to get the latest updates. See you guys in the next part!