Takeru POV. It's my first digimon story. Rated T for slash...and...other stuff. Don't want to give too much away. R R please!
"Where are you?" I ask, wishing for a reply with all my heart. "Why did you go? When are you coming back?" No one replied. "Are you…are you ever coming back?" My voice faltered sadly.
I know the answers to the stupid questions I ask. Taichi and Hikari and Yamato are waiting for me. Tonight we are having dinner together at the Yagami house. It's a sibling thing. It's not as though you would have been able to join us anyway.
"Hikari's waiting for me," I say to the sky and the earth, not knowing where to look for you. "She misses you, too, but not the same. Taichi tells me she likes me, but I know it's not supposed to be like that. I'm supposed to be with you."
I shouted at the sky. My hands balled up fists, I shout until all the birds fly away and the land is clear, except for you, me, and all the people watching. But they can't hear what I say, and neither can you, but even so I don't want to go.
"Why'd you leave me here?" I shout through the tears running down my face. "I never, never got the chance to tell you the truth. Couldn't you say just until I told you how I felt?"
I know I'm being selfish. I had my chances to tell you the truth. It's too late now, but I can't help but wish that you could hear, that you could come back for one hour just to say you felt the same way. There are other people, but I don't want them. I don't want anyone but you, the one person I'll never be able to have as long as I live.
"I'm sorry," I say finally and quietly. "You didn't choose this, none of us did."
I sigh in finality. It's getting late and I have to go, or the others will worry.
Your cold stone grave is all I see through my tears.
"I love you, Daisuke. I always have."