Disclaimer: I still don't own digimon….
Me: well this is going to be my first *censored couple* fic…breath, breath, breath…
Davis: it's not a big deal.
Me:……….shut up…..I have to make this extra special……..man my fics suck……oh well.
A young boy slowly emerges from the dark alleys of the night, he's wearing a tan vest, shorts, a striped T-shirt, and sneakers. His facial expression is that of a lonely one, the dark chocolate eyes concentrating on a small photograph in the slightly sweaty palm of his. The brown-auburn hair spikes out ward slightly, part of the front being held back by a pair of goggles. The streets are empty except for the usual car passing by, leaving the eyes smarting smog behind. He gradually sat down on the hard wooden bench, and stared out into the darkness, then gazed back at the picture. The light flickering occasionally, making him squint at the picture. Sighing, he lingered for something that was coming.
A bus slowly pulls in from the street, the lights inside and sound informs him that a few people are in the bus. They dawdled out of the bus until no one is left in the bus, he advanced into the bus, inserting the money into the partly clear box after reading the amount he had to pay. The bus driver was a middle aged chubby man, his green eyes lighted up with a bit of greed at the sum of green paper, silver, and copper coins in the plastic box . The boy silently shook his head in disgust. But soon after taking his seat in the vacant bus, he proceeded to avert his eyes back to the picture.
'I hate this picture' he thought wordlessly. Although his disobeying hands would not let go of his treasured possession. 'Why can't I get over this?" he cried noiselessly, scorching hot tears cascaded down his cheek, and onto his lap. "She would never understand how much I cared for her, yet she went with the child of hope after all I offered her…love." he mulled over in his mind. He lingered for awhile pondering why she choose Hope, and not Courage and Friendship. But his eyelids started to get heavy and they drooped down and closed. The rocking bus acting as a lullaby for him, as he nestled into the corner of the seat and dozed off into space.
Next morning at an apartment complex
A young girl rubbed her eyes as she soundless exited her room, and then started to enter her younger brothers room. "Davis?" she wondered out loud as she glanced at the empty neat bed, her brother was supposed to be in. She focused around they room. A flimsy piece of paper stuck out from the corner of the bottom of the pillow.
Dear Jun,
By the time you'll be reading this I'll be gone. I have to think about what I have to do in life…and who I want to be with for the rest of my life. I'm not sure but I promise I'll come back once I set every thing straight and figured out what purpose I'll serve in life. Maybe I'll come back as a new teen, a mature one, not that bratty little kid who always bothered his sister. Please it has nothing to do with you or anybody that I'm leaving, understand. I need to search for who I really am.
Love your dear brother,
Davis.
She let the overwhelming letter drift down onto the hard wooden ground, and slid onto her brothers bed. Her thoughts whirling around her head like a bullet. But one stood out the most. "good luck, bro" was the last thought she had, before she flowed into a blissful slumber.
The boy silently awoke just as the bus veered to a stop. "He last stop kid, get out" as sounds emitted from this driver's seemingly unmoving mouth. He got of the bus and gaped at the city he was at, hundreds of people headed up and down the streets, cars and bikes of all types were propelled down the roads at such speeds his head snapped back to see where they were going. As he walked down the streets of this city the area of people became less populated he kept walking until only a minority of people passed him. He went on as his eyes caught a sign on a gigantic building "TOKYO UNIVERSITY" the words boomed out at him in his mentality.
"Tokyo U" he whispered to no one really, "my new chance in life" he kept going on, "maybe I'll forget…" he brooded over.
A familiar feminine voice echoed into the area "New Chance" as it faded into the infinite abbeys of his mind.
Me: and no this is not going to be a takari…I hate takari!!!!
Me: well please review my fics.
Me: Ja Ne!
Me: well this is going to be my first *censored couple* fic…breath, breath, breath…
Davis: it's not a big deal.
Me:……….shut up…..I have to make this extra special……..man my fics suck……oh well.
A young boy slowly emerges from the dark alleys of the night, he's wearing a tan vest, shorts, a striped T-shirt, and sneakers. His facial expression is that of a lonely one, the dark chocolate eyes concentrating on a small photograph in the slightly sweaty palm of his. The brown-auburn hair spikes out ward slightly, part of the front being held back by a pair of goggles. The streets are empty except for the usual car passing by, leaving the eyes smarting smog behind. He gradually sat down on the hard wooden bench, and stared out into the darkness, then gazed back at the picture. The light flickering occasionally, making him squint at the picture. Sighing, he lingered for something that was coming.
A bus slowly pulls in from the street, the lights inside and sound informs him that a few people are in the bus. They dawdled out of the bus until no one is left in the bus, he advanced into the bus, inserting the money into the partly clear box after reading the amount he had to pay. The bus driver was a middle aged chubby man, his green eyes lighted up with a bit of greed at the sum of green paper, silver, and copper coins in the plastic box . The boy silently shook his head in disgust. But soon after taking his seat in the vacant bus, he proceeded to avert his eyes back to the picture.
'I hate this picture' he thought wordlessly. Although his disobeying hands would not let go of his treasured possession. 'Why can't I get over this?" he cried noiselessly, scorching hot tears cascaded down his cheek, and onto his lap. "She would never understand how much I cared for her, yet she went with the child of hope after all I offered her…love." he mulled over in his mind. He lingered for awhile pondering why she choose Hope, and not Courage and Friendship. But his eyelids started to get heavy and they drooped down and closed. The rocking bus acting as a lullaby for him, as he nestled into the corner of the seat and dozed off into space.
Next morning at an apartment complex
A young girl rubbed her eyes as she soundless exited her room, and then started to enter her younger brothers room. "Davis?" she wondered out loud as she glanced at the empty neat bed, her brother was supposed to be in. She focused around they room. A flimsy piece of paper stuck out from the corner of the bottom of the pillow.
Dear Jun,
By the time you'll be reading this I'll be gone. I have to think about what I have to do in life…and who I want to be with for the rest of my life. I'm not sure but I promise I'll come back once I set every thing straight and figured out what purpose I'll serve in life. Maybe I'll come back as a new teen, a mature one, not that bratty little kid who always bothered his sister. Please it has nothing to do with you or anybody that I'm leaving, understand. I need to search for who I really am.
Love your dear brother,
Davis.
She let the overwhelming letter drift down onto the hard wooden ground, and slid onto her brothers bed. Her thoughts whirling around her head like a bullet. But one stood out the most. "good luck, bro" was the last thought she had, before she flowed into a blissful slumber.
The boy silently awoke just as the bus veered to a stop. "He last stop kid, get out" as sounds emitted from this driver's seemingly unmoving mouth. He got of the bus and gaped at the city he was at, hundreds of people headed up and down the streets, cars and bikes of all types were propelled down the roads at such speeds his head snapped back to see where they were going. As he walked down the streets of this city the area of people became less populated he kept walking until only a minority of people passed him. He went on as his eyes caught a sign on a gigantic building "TOKYO UNIVERSITY" the words boomed out at him in his mentality.
"Tokyo U" he whispered to no one really, "my new chance in life" he kept going on, "maybe I'll forget…" he brooded over.
A familiar feminine voice echoed into the area "New Chance" as it faded into the infinite abbeys of his mind.
Me: and no this is not going to be a takari…I hate takari!!!!
Me: well please review my fics.
Me: Ja Ne!
