Hope
Disclaimer: I don't own Saban, Fox Kids, Toei
Animation, or anything else that deals with Digimon...I'm just a fanfic writer.
Sue me and you'll get...um... *counts* Nothing.
Well, I'm not into Digimon anymore, but I still know about it, and I
decided to write a fic about it. I'm not really a Takeru lover, but I just
thought it would be interesting to write a fic about this thoughts after the
divorce. BTW, for those who don't know, Takeru is TK and Yamato is Matt. And this story WOULD be HTML-ized but NOOOOO fanfiction.net is restricting HTML or something. _ Well,
here I go. ^_^;
The darkness enveloped Takeru, his tears flowing down his delicate face.
[Daddy, daddy, don't leave me...]
It was only a few hours ago the divorce was official, and he was torn away
from his brother, Yamato, the person who looked up to, and his father, the man
he always loved, even if he never came home from work.
[Daddy, daddy, maybe you weren't the best, I still love you...]
Takeru's tears still continued to flow as he curled up in the corner, staring
into the darkness as thoughts travelled through his mind. He couldn't sleep. He
just couldn't without thinking of his dad or brother...
[Brother, brother, can't you stay with me?]
His brother--the athletic, energetic boy who he looked up to constantly. His
brother was famous...but Takeru wasn't. He was just the annoying boy.
[Brother, brother, do you hate me, is that why you left?]
He continued to whimper and weep. His brother did hate him--that's why he
left. He was a nothing. Nobody liked him.
[Daddy, daddy, will you ever come back?]
Takeru had the sinking feeling that his parents would never be together
again. He heard the argument between his mother and father, and couldn't
sleep. He wasn't coming back. Ever.
[Daddy, daddy, do you hate me?]
Or maybe, Takeru thought, was it because dad hated him? Was it because his
mother was the only one who loved him? Or maybe, his mother had to take Takeru
in. Maybe his mother didn't like him at all.
[Mommy, mommy, do you hate me, too?]
Takeru felt so lonely. He felt as if his mother hated him too. The way she
would yell at him so much, it just made him sad. It wore away at him, until he
finally came to the conclusion that no one liked him.
[Mommy, mommy, why don't you like me?]
That was simple, Takeru thought, because I'm the annoying, dumb kid. Tears
still flowed endlessy do his face and onto the carpet below. He didn't feel like
getting into his bed. He felt like sleeping in this lonely corner. The corner
where he belonged.
[Mommy, mommy...daddy, daddy...brother, brother...]
More memories hit him by storm, and he couldn't take it. He sobbed harder and
curled up even more towards the corner, afraid of being seen. He wanted to be
alone. He didn't want anybody to be with him. He just wanted to be...alone.
[But I can still hope...that we can be family again...and that you really
love me...and not hate me...]
Hope. It was such a beautiful thing, but now it was only a small ray. But it
could be a wonderful thing sometimes. Hope. Takeru always hoped...it never came
true, but this time, he really meant it.
[I'll hope that we'll be together...]
Takeru let out a faint smile, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Author's Notes: Good, bad, okay? I didn't think it was real good.
Plus, half of my knowledge of Digimon is gone. Poof. Tell me what you think
anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Saban, Fox Kids, Toei
Animation, or anything else that deals with Digimon...I'm just a fanfic writer.
Sue me and you'll get...um... *counts* Nothing.
Well, I'm not into Digimon anymore, but I still know about it, and I
decided to write a fic about it. I'm not really a Takeru lover, but I just
thought it would be interesting to write a fic about this thoughts after the
divorce. BTW, for those who don't know, Takeru is TK and Yamato is Matt. And this story WOULD be HTML-ized but NOOOOO fanfiction.net is restricting HTML or something. _ Well,
here I go. ^_^;
The darkness enveloped Takeru, his tears flowing down his delicate face.
[Daddy, daddy, don't leave me...]
It was only a few hours ago the divorce was official, and he was torn away
from his brother, Yamato, the person who looked up to, and his father, the man
he always loved, even if he never came home from work.
[Daddy, daddy, maybe you weren't the best, I still love you...]
Takeru's tears still continued to flow as he curled up in the corner, staring
into the darkness as thoughts travelled through his mind. He couldn't sleep. He
just couldn't without thinking of his dad or brother...
[Brother, brother, can't you stay with me?]
His brother--the athletic, energetic boy who he looked up to constantly. His
brother was famous...but Takeru wasn't. He was just the annoying boy.
[Brother, brother, do you hate me, is that why you left?]
He continued to whimper and weep. His brother did hate him--that's why he
left. He was a nothing. Nobody liked him.
[Daddy, daddy, will you ever come back?]
Takeru had the sinking feeling that his parents would never be together
again. He heard the argument between his mother and father, and couldn't
sleep. He wasn't coming back. Ever.
[Daddy, daddy, do you hate me?]
Or maybe, Takeru thought, was it because dad hated him? Was it because his
mother was the only one who loved him? Or maybe, his mother had to take Takeru
in. Maybe his mother didn't like him at all.
[Mommy, mommy, do you hate me, too?]
Takeru felt so lonely. He felt as if his mother hated him too. The way she
would yell at him so much, it just made him sad. It wore away at him, until he
finally came to the conclusion that no one liked him.
[Mommy, mommy, why don't you like me?]
That was simple, Takeru thought, because I'm the annoying, dumb kid. Tears
still flowed endlessy do his face and onto the carpet below. He didn't feel like
getting into his bed. He felt like sleeping in this lonely corner. The corner
where he belonged.
[Mommy, mommy...daddy, daddy...brother, brother...]
More memories hit him by storm, and he couldn't take it. He sobbed harder and
curled up even more towards the corner, afraid of being seen. He wanted to be
alone. He didn't want anybody to be with him. He just wanted to be...alone.
[But I can still hope...that we can be family again...and that you really
love me...and not hate me...]
Hope. It was such a beautiful thing, but now it was only a small ray. But it
could be a wonderful thing sometimes. Hope. Takeru always hoped...it never came
true, but this time, he really meant it.
[I'll hope that we'll be together...]
Takeru let out a faint smile, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Author's Notes: Good, bad, okay? I didn't think it was real good.
Plus, half of my knowledge of Digimon is gone. Poof. Tell me what you think
anyway.