A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo, #041 – lone.
One of His Kind
For a moment, he wondered if he'd really be stuck there, forever.
For a moment he feared he would. He really would.
For a moment he thought he feared he'd said his last farewells to his precious friends, to his world.
And, when he'd gone to bed that fateful night, he'd never even dreamed it could end like this…
But it was too soon to despair. Too soon to think it was an impossible thing, to return. Although his body was like that. Because the portal let him through. The portal didn't seem to care he was no longer flesh and blood. It realised his home was through there.
Or maybe the portal had no way of distinguishing things like that at all. It had let MetalPhantomon through, as well. That fateful change had begun because of that.
He'd become something other than a human because of that. The only one of his kind – and he feared he'd be stuck like that, alone, while the others went back home.
Though there were still friends in the digital world, if it came to that.
It didn't. Those were the friends he said goodbye to, and not forever in the end. Because the portal was still there. He could cross between the two. He could sleep on his bed at home, and see his friends without being forever parted from them.
He was one of a kind, but his friends were still his friends after all.
And it would become significant another day, but not so soon.
