Disclaimer: I really don't own Digimon. That would be amazing, but it's not amazing.
NOTE: IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTANDING THE STORY:
Hi , this first section is in first person and told by a terribly arrogant and childish person who's been deprived of many things throughout this child's life. Up until the "-" indicating the 'POV change,' never change this bugger's arrogant tone.
The second section is in first person told by someone like a very proud and irritated old man. But he's not as cold as he may let it out to be. Enjoy!
Find Me An Angel
Ch. 1 I'm Not Sick
He was having one of those experiences. You know, one of those days when you can't concentrate on anything, even if you poured your heart out from trying so hard? Just one of those off days, just like off-white; almost but just not there. What didn't help is that he agreed to volunteer after school that day, what a mistake. They needed an extra hand, and he was willing to do it… at the time.
I innocently passed by him the day he came to the hospital to "help out". I don't even know why he gave me that uncalled for expression. I didn't do anything… but he did come that day, no denying that. I definitely don't know what his problem was, but he was staring at me all day with this disgusted face, like I was a sinner of no limitations. Whatever it was, I didn't care and still don't care.
After our first encounter in the hallway, I watched him walk nonchalantly into the room across the hall from the one I was in. And without a doubt, he came marching in half and hour later with other knights of boredom, smiling like retarding idiots. We were the sick kids, the ones that need a friendly face to smile and glare at them 24/7 for a day; yeah, talk about creepy. We're sick, so apparently that means that we have no friends, not even family, outside of the hospital anyway… I mean, it's just sooo obvious. He was staring at me from across the room, smiling at the other kids and sending me this look of rejection. Now, how is that supposed to make a sick child, such as myself, feel? I lied; I'm not sick. They, the high-chaired doctors, think I am, but I'm obviously not. Seriously, look at me, I'm as lively as it gets. We all know adults over rule, so whatever. Before I realized it, Akira, the head honcho for this piece of crap of a happy program, and the new one that gave me the evil glare of no refunds, were approaching me.
"How are you doing sweetie?"
Obviously better than you are. "I'm good." Why can't I ever speak my mind when I'm talking to him? I swear he's Satan or something worse. He scares the shit out of you when you see his eyes. Something went wrong with him at birth.
"That's good to hear. Meet Yamato,"
"Matt, please," the blonde said coldly yet with a humble smile, how he pulled that off is a wonder beyond me. What made him seem even more dreamlike was the perfect curve on his lips that made his oh so honest smile.
"Matt has been doing this for a long time now, so if you ever need anything, feel free to ask him, okay?" He left to attend the younger kids playing with plastic cars and animals across the room without confirmation that I understood what he was saying. I mean, really, I'm sick and impaired right? Damn straight.
"What's your name?"
"Does it matter? All you're going to do is shoot me down with another death glare."
"I would never!" I'm still having a hard time deciding if there was sarcasm behind that. Was he seriously dumb as a rock or was he mocking me? That instant, I decided I hated him. But I was stuck with him. The older and more experienced volunteers usually are paired with the more needy children or more difficult, difficult being me. But there was no doubt in his mind that he knew he was a senior in that field, he knew what he was doing. Well… that was up until the point he met me.
"I want an elephant right now." It wasn't even a request.
"Haha, sorry bud, I can't get you an elephant right now. Do you want hot chocolate with marshmallows or something instead?" Sure I would, please… if I were four.
"I said elephant." I began to pout. What else am I supposed to do around here for fun? I watched him think for a moment. Hah, a blonde thinking, it's amusing.
"Sit tight, kay bud? I'll go arrange your elephant meeting." Was this kid serious? He walked in his tall pose across the room and knelt down. Whoa, he did not… just…
"Oh my god." I fumed like a nuclear explosion. No… I'm not three either. As I angrily stalked out of the room, I caught a glance at him searching the room for me with his unbelievable smirk tightly wound on his face. What a jerk.
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Against my will, I drove myself to the hospital to volunteer after school, just as I promised. The trip there was a thrill; first day of December and holy wow, there's a blizzard like I've never seen before. Okay, that was exaggerating, but there was snow. I usually consider December as the month of giving, not November with Thanksgiving and all, but December. I feel like it's my duty to volunteer and give. I don't know why, and I'm not a sissy, thank you. Anyway, with the outcome of that day, I pretty much would have ended up in the hospital anyway. I hate to admit it, but there's no way around it. I was beat by a girl like 3 years younger than I am. It's a harsh reality, honestly. I get to the hospital and head down the hall like I always do. I'm minding my own business and this girl just decides she wants to run into me. RUN INTO ME. She doesn't accidentally brush my shoulder; she freaking rams into me like a damn bull! What was my response supposed to be? Laugh and give the girl money for her talent? Hell yeah I was going to do that. So, controlling myself, I just looked at her funny, you know, like stare at her like 'what the hell is your problem?' It wasn't like she was in a wheel chair or mentally challenged; I would totally understand if that were the case. But this teenager, no more than 15 years old, wants to break her body or something. I force myself to ignore her, though my thoughts told me to run her over with my car. I reached the room where I sat and listened to the same orientation I've been through a few dozen times before. We have to go through the lecture every time prior to meeting with the patients. They're practically saying, these kids are sometimes about to die, don't scare them, don't tease them, be extremely careful what you say and do, just don't make them die. It's sad, I know, that's why I volunteer when I can. But I hated that day so badly. Akira droned on, repeating the same words I've heard for years. Akira's my long time buddy; he and I were befriended in elementary after our dads met at work. He's about 2 years older than I, and is also the leader of the volunteering group at the hospital. Since I've been doing this frequently during the past couple of years, Akira decided I should continue assisting the more complicated patients. And he led me toher, the one I wanted to squish into oblivion at that moment.
"How are you sweetie?"
"I'm good." What a stinking liar.
"That's good to hear. Meet Yamato," Akira is what I call a moron.
"Matt, please," Yamato is what my dad calls me, and when he calls me, he wants another beer. Akira knew that, but insisted on irritating me. I smiled slyly at him, moron.
"Matt has been doing this for a long time now, so if you ever need anything, feel free to ask him, okay?" He left to the kids on the other side of the room.
"What's your name?" I asked, still trying to control myself from grabbing the girl by the neck and strangling her. That day was just not my day. She didn't even look sick.
"Does it matter? All you're going to do is shoot me down with another death glare."
"I would never!" I laughed mutely to myself. I would so rather shoot her down with a gun! I'm really not that violent, I promise.
"I want an elephant right now." I almost choked. She was serious.
"Haha, sorry bud, I can't get you an elephant right now. Do you want hot chocolate with marshmallows or something instead?" Freak, this girl wanted an elephant? What the hell? Whatever happens, I still have to be responsible and control my temper.
"I said elephant." Okay, if I can't kill her, I have to think of something else. I started thinking and noticed a cynical smirk appear on her face. She was laughing at me, how rude. I couldn't just stand there and take that.
"Sit tight, kay bud? I'll go arrange your elephant meeting." I turned around, smiling like I had just won the lottery; I went towards the kids playing across the room and picked up my treasure. This had to do it. I stood there feeling satisfied with a plastic elephant in my grip. I turned around and she was gone.
"Gary! That guy took my elephant!" Giving a sincere apology to the kid, I returned his lost fortune. Right after that episode, I had to find that girl. If she went and did something stupid, it would be my fault. First, I looked down the hall and searched for a red headed maniac running around, hitting people or something. Nothing. Starting to freak out, I looked for in the room again. I was standing by the window, devising a plan on an explanation for her disappearance when something really bright caught my eye. I looked outside and saw a red ball of hair running through the white snow. Freak, her head was brighter than the snow; head does not mean brain, she definitely does not have a bright brain. Stupid girl, I had to go get her. I ran outside as quickly as possible, and got a glimpse of her head not too far away. Finally reaching her, I just stood by… watching her every move.
"Aren't you a little slow?" Again with that tone, she never even looked in my direction; I could have taken her right there. I kept walking beside her without saying a word. "You know what?" I honestly didn't want to know. "You're the worst happy buddy I've ever met."
"Happy buddy?"
"Well, like you creepy people that try to make us sick kids smile every once in a while." Unappreciative brat, we really have to stick out our necks for these kids most of the time. And she says I'm the worst of all of them? Ch, I'm one of the best out there… just not on one of my crappy days, like that one.
"We work really hard for you guys. You should be glad to have this program." I said calmly, with my fist tightening by the second. I could feel my nails digging into my palm before I released it; I had to keep cool.
"Well good for those kids that actually belong here. I'm not even sick!" The girl threw her hands in the air like a frustrated child.
"What do you mean?" This girl had a long string of lies going on there.
"I broke my arm a lot of years back, and suddenly I rarely left the hospital. I was never actually told what I have, as far as a sickness, but they decided I was sick. Whatever, I pretty much live at this place now, but nothing's wrong with me. How sad is that?" This girl really sucked at lying.
"It's devastating." I tried to sound as if I meant it. She was lying, and I couldn't feel pity for that. She began to pick up her speed, so I did the same. "Where are you going?"
"Dad used to take me to a coffee shop down the street. I want crepes." That was innocent enough, so I escorted her there. "Sit." She commanded, and feeling disappointed in myself, I did as she said. I really wanted to resist…
"Where are you going now?"
"I'm gonna order." She stuck out her hand.
"What?"
"It's not like I have a money stash in the hospital." I looked at her with skeptical eyes. She being who she is, I wouldn't be surprised if she was running a mafia down there. Putting a small damper on my wallet, I pulled out five bucks for her and sadly placed it in her hand. "Five?"
"What? Are you going to eat the whole restraunt?"
"Do you know what the hospital feeds me every day?" She made a good argument. I've had their food. This hospital's food was one of the worst of those I've been to, despite the good facility and staff. Feeling more giving, I gave her ten more dollars. Fifteen ought to do it. "I haven't had breakfast." There went another five. She then left towards the counter, without a thank you, damn brat. Trying not to hate her, I watched her stand in front of the counter on her toes, even though she was plenty tall. Freak, she was up there for a while. "Oh really? Sorry, my money bag is at the table." She purposely said that louder so that I could hear. I had to keep my cool, right? She turned around smiling and approached me. "I need another 5 bucks." She put out her hand again.
"What?" I nearly shouted. "25 dollars in crepes, are you kidding me?"
"Don't worry, I ordered for you too." Brat.
"That doesn't mean anything! Take off one item or something." I fidgeted in my chair, resisting my urge to pound her in the ground again.
"Tis the season to give money…" she sang arrogantly as she went back to the counter. I slammed my head against the table.
"Stupid spoiled brat." I whispered into my sleeve. I kept my head on the table, telling myself she wasn't worth the criminal record. She was taking a while… again. I looked up to find not a girl in sight with the mass of red hair that she did. I was going to call her name, but… I didn't even know it.
"Hi, here's your orders. I'm Ara if you need anything else." Ara… she was hot, like super model hot. And she was totally checking me out. I could see this working out between us.
"Ara!" I called out just as she was leaving. "Um, would you like to go out some time?"
"I sure would." She smiled seductively at me as she sat extremely close to me on the edge of my table. "Can I get your number, and I'll call you tonight?" Score!
"Of course-" I saw something I really didn't like. That pipsqueak of a girl was outside. "I'm sorry, I really have to go right now. I'll be back later! Sorry Ara!" I shouted back to her as I left the building and 25 dollars worth… in crepes. "Hey!" Damn it. By the time I was outside, she was in the middle of the street, J-walking! "Hey!" I called again, advancing into the street myself. She turned around and looked at me, smiling. Of all things, she smiled! "Get back here! Weren't you ever taught not to cross the street like this!?" I was screaming at her now. She was across the street as I made it to the middle, and then she started walking away casually! I started to run after her as a car's horn blared at me, barely missing my life, but the impact of slush and snow was still in full effect. "HEY!!" I ran after her once more. I caught up to her and grabbed her arm forcefully. "What the hell is your problem!?"
"HELP! THIS MUGGER IS TRYING TO STEAL MY ONLY TEN DOLLARS THAT I PERSONALLY WORKED SO HARD FOR!!"
"What the hell!!!? You still have ten dollars!?"
"You told me to take off one order, so I did. And I decided I wanted a hot drink from my favorite place across the street! HELP! I'M BEING MUGGED!"
"SHUT UP! I'M NOT MUGGING YOU!"
"Excuse me is there something going on here?" A man came up to us, obviously seeing something wrong with our situation.
"Nothing sir, sorry to disturb you." I said a little nervously than I should have.
"You sure about that? Are you alright child?" He directed toward her. I understood the concern. The way we were acting, I'm not surprised, but this was getting annoying. And being with her, she probably would go on and tell him I was robbing her or something terrible.
"Everything's fine mister." What the hell. She smiled at him, reassuringly.
"Alright then. Be careful." He looked back at us once before returning to his position at a nearby newspaper stand.
"What is with you?" I said, calming over. I was actually thankful she didn't cause any more trouble.
"What is with me? You're the one running around screaming at people!" She said loud enough to alarm me. She wasn't playing any more; she sounded tired. "Besides, the way this was happening, I could have told him you were raping me and you'd be in jail for a while." Brat. She laughed, but it wasn't one of her evil laughs; she was just laughing. Suddenly, catching me off guard, she shoved me into the snow.
"Hey!"
"See you tomorrow, bright and early, Yamato!" Devil child.
What did you guys think of that?? I enjoyed writing that... haha.
This is sort of a season based story, so I WILL (hopefully) finish this before the end of December.