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Soul Search- Part One
A Bit of the Past
I heard people say not to dwell in the past, but then why are they doing just that?- Ruki First Glance
Past
As sun rays bathed my light skin, the quietness seemed so comfortable and relaxing. 'I wish life could be as easy as this,' I thought sadly. My hand brushed on the glazed grass as I stood up preparing to leave. I turned one last look at the sunset which was a breath-taking orange. The sun it's self was glowing more radiant than usual. I just wished that everything was like this, peaceful and beautiful. I turned away walking silently.
I was going to move away, far away just because of a absurd rumor. I was furious that I had to be shunned away from others because I was one of "them". Just because I WAS one of "them" didn't give the government to push me around, but unfortunately, it did.
I am, Matsuda Takato, a boy who society thought was a menace, nothing but a traitor in another man's eyes. After the "incident" I was thought as dangerous even though I was only ten years old. I thought that was ridiculous because I never hurt anyone or did anything harmful. Others thought I was mislead and pitied me. I never needed their pity.
It had been less than a week before wild rumors spread on the "Digimon Rampage" as they would call it, killing several humans. I knew that my parents were doing the best they can to help defend me but they couldn't do much.
Once I arrived home, the saying "home sweet home" was amiss. It seemed gloomy and dull instead of the usual bright and cheerful. I was amazed how someone's emotions can change their perceptive so quickly.
When I entered the door gave a low clink as it hit the bell at the top. I saw it to be empty and now I realized how large the room was itself. Since it was frequently full of customers it seemed a bit overcrowded but now I thought fifty people could all fit in there at once!
I saw my mother and father were doing some last minute packing. They looked somber as I had felt recently but they were worse off. I wanted to be strong like Taichi in the TV show but the only way I could be is if I was strong for my parents, and more importantly my self. I was always taunted on being the "crybaby" or "little kid". I was infuriated by those comments but what hurt the most was that they were true.
I walked up to my room and opened the door. There were no more slovenly beds to be made, drawings scattered across the floor, toys on the self, pictures of digimon on the wall.... I drifted off on memories when my mind came back to reality.
I seated down on the floor giving out a long sigh as I stared at the colorless carpet. I thought of times when I was little; I had a wild imagination and was always lively. My world came crashing down onto me a year ago when I mustered up the courage to go play in a public park (I used to be very shy) when a couple teenagers bullied me around. How weak I used to be... 'No,' I thought determinedly. If I was going to be stronger I mustn't dwell on such thoughts as those.
Most kids would not want to move because that would mean leaving his or her friends but that wasn't the case for me. I didn't want to leave because I was afraid that kids would hate me all over and this time more children would be around.
'But you have to be strong,' urged a voice hidden in the back of my head. 'If you're going to be strong how can you be afraid all the time?'
This was one of the reasons I was going other than being forced. I was torn from staying and from leaving. I couldn't make up my mind. I was despondent when I was forced to leave but I was happy too. I thought I could escape and won't have to go through so much. On the other hand it might be vice versa. My feelings were so jumbled up I didn't know if I should be delighted that I was moving or enraged that the government was forcing him or mournful that I was to leave the place I lived for practically all my thirteen year old life.
I remembered when everything first started. 'What a mess I gotton into.'
I was just WATCHING a real live Digimon battle when one of them was severely injured. I didn't know why but I walked up and tried to aid it. I was shocked none the less but then the other opponent viciously attacked me when I was pushed away by the Digimon when a blue card appeared from my pant pocket. I had slashed it through my card mainly curious when a bright flash illuminated me and the Digimons creating a Digivice. Then a man came by, one I never seen before, and noticed my new device, threw odious words at him.
'I think he hated me because he thought I was a "Tamer". I didn't even get my Digimon yet.' After a vast case of studies he was proven guilty astonishingly after the man convinced the judge that I was dangerous. Back then, at the court, Takato had to admit the man was a very good speaker.
I thought that would be the end of it but it wasn't over. It turned out the man made a group that went against Digimon and showed everyone in Japan a video tape of the battle I witnessed. Enraged mobs gave warnings of bomb letters just because I was associating with "the vile creatures" as they called it. I would be given death glares by students who weren't really fans of Digimon from the start and by many more outside school. Meanwhile others would throw me questions asking who, what, when, where, how, and why about the whole ordeal.
One day it was too much when I got beaten by the pulp and Mom received another bomb letter. My parents said they should move and the government agreed. No, that was wrong, the government FORCED them too. One of the governors of Tokyo hated the Digimon and told them that they had three days to pack up and leave. My parents managed to find a place but when I found out there were more children there I begged them not to go.
'But I have to. That's the only way I'll ever be strong........' those eight words of that sentence echoed through my head as I made my last preperations to leave tomorrow. 'That's the only way......'
Present
Noises filled the air of Shinjuku as people muttered into their cell phones or were talking to one another in petty conversations. Crazed kids ran chasing after one another screaming in delight. Cars honked horns signaling the children to move out of the street and distinct discussions could be heard from an open door near a store or two.
I walked with hands in my pockets ignoring the chaos among me. Luckily I wasn't as well known here in Shinjuku as the "enemy" of my fellow human beings since the battle was off in Tokyo three years ago. Unfortunately some of them knew me and usually either glared at me or backed away thinking I was going to attack them. I rolled my eyes. 'How plainly stupid and pointless they are. It was though the people though I was a Digimon myself.'
Sometimes I wished dearly my parents wouldn't send me to school at all; I hated all the stares I received during it's hours. Some looked at me with disbelief while others tried to convince their friends he was making it up. The Digimon TV show was very popular so many knew about the Digimon but few hated it. Those who hated it hate me were still stunned that Digimon were actually very real.
I didn't notice someone sneak up behind me since I was lost in my own world.
'I don't even have a partner yet so that doesn't really make me a Tamer right? Then why are people turning against me because of some stupid device!?!' My face darkened as I kicked a small pebble rock off to a distance.
Suddenly I felt incredible pain in my head, my thoughts were swirling and I felt myself become extremely dizzy. I felt myself being pushed down onto the ground and a dangerous voice whispered in my ear, "You better watch it Digimon Lover because you might just be dead."
After that I hated to admit it but I blacked out. When I came to I saw I was lying in a bed. I saw bright light as I narrowed my eyes to bear it. Once my eyes were adjusted to the light I sat up and looked around. I wasn't at my house, no...I appeared to be in a infirmary of some sort.
I saw a letter was next to a small table right beside my bedstead. I opened it only to find another threat in it. Nothing new to me. I saw a nice young nurse come in and I guessed she was probably there to give me some medicine. What she said took me off guard.
"You have a visitor," said the lady simply.
I now was deeply confused because I didn't have any friends I knew of that were anywhere around Shinjuku. Come to think of it I didn't have ANY friends after they fled when they found out about me being a Tamer. They fled because the school bully was surely going to beat them too if they associated with me. 'Some friends,' I thought bitterly.
It turned out to be my parents. I mentally kicked myself in the head because it was obvious my parents were the visitors. 'It's not like I have any friends anyway...' he thought downheartedly.
I didn't hear the words of kindness from my mother, or the cursing of my father, I only heard the words from a different voice. Mine. It was that voice that always nagged in someone's head. Always saying how things could go wrong, questioning your skills, and if you listened to it (and took it very seriously) leave you in depression believing what those things were said to be true. Normally this voice comes after a period of failure testing one's self esteem. The "inner critic" as some call it.
After my parents finished talking they left saying that they'll be looking forward to seeing me home. I wasn't. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to escape. It seemed like the more Digimon appeared and terrorized Japan, more people began to hate Digimon. That's when more people started to hate me completely for actually being a Tamer. A Tamer, in their definition was a person who socialized with beasts.
'Everyone's an idiot. Now the TV show looks like fairy tale compared to this,' I thought bitterly. 'Everyone accepted Digimon and then everyone had their own Digimon partners living in harmony what a bunch of bull (A/N: I'm relating towards the ending of Zero Two, though I have nothing against it).'
I balled my fists my eyes shined a flash of crimson. Only for a moment before it died away. 'Taichi......Daisuke, they weren't real people. They were made up and probably there is nobody like them. They're just doodles on a piece of paper. I can't believe it was only a year ago I wanted to be just like them when I'm actually vise versa. Why do I have this load of shit with me anyway?' I took out my digivice and was on the verge of breaking it when I didn't.
I didn't know why but I didn't. It was like there was something I should've done a long time ago but didn't. I shook my head. 'I'm going crazy.'
After coming home the next morning, I was welcomed with hugs. I tried to pull away from my mother's grasp but no avail. I saw my father seemed to be hiding something. I managed to struggle my way out of my mother's grasp and pushed my father aside only to find a mess.
"Now Takato-" began my father.
The bread was ruined and squished while the pans were deformed or had various holes and cuts around it. I sighed since I knew the obvious, they were out to get me again.
I heard other Tamers were put under custody and were on full surveillance just in case they were to break out. Their Digimon were being tested in tubes and experiments such as those.
But some Tamers managed to get away or as the rumors say. One of them, a girl and her Digimon fought her way out before disappearing to who knows where. I grew even more furious through out the years since they thought Tamers were the their foe too. The Digimon known as "Devas" were destroying everything in it's path and the military could do no good. They aborted and decided to guard their only town that has not been deserted, or rampaged by Digimon, Shinjuku. Most of Shinjuku's population was lowered since a lot of them moved out to China or Korea. Some even went to America hoping America would have a stronger force team if the Digimon attacked there.
I stared long and hard at my Digivice. 'All it has done for me is trouble.' I threw it away in my trash canister hoping to never see it again. I got dressed for school and went back downstairs (I arrived at in the morning).
I sat down wanting to take as much time as I could to eat breakfast since then I wouldn't have to face a bigger crowd when I got to school. 'If they don't see me with the Digivice they might stay away....or not.' Why was everyone always picking on me? Even when I wasn't a Tamer I was bullied into the trash canister or forced to give others my lunch money. I wanted power...power to show how I wasn't a little boy that people could just come around and pick on. Unfortunately I didn't have that kind of power but I vowed to myself I will...one day.
"Takato, honey, time to go to school," reminded my mother.
"I know, I know," I grumbled. I lifted my jet black backpack that hung over my shoulder and left silently.
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(Mrs. Matsuda's POV)
I had a upset facial expression and talked to my husband who was cleaning up the mess.
"All this Digimon business is hurting our son," I said. I dried one of the plates as my expression was growing deeper.
"Well, he did love that Digimon TV show. It must have been quite a big shock if you found out that your favorite cartoons wrecked most of your country," he said.
"I know but it's like something's missing. He's not like our boy anymore. He's usually trying to find the bright side of things even if something like this happened. It's like he gave up. He gave up on everyone," I elucidated.
"I think your being paranoid. Takato wouldn't give up on everyone. That's just not like him," said my husband. He picked up a piece of stomped on bread and threw it in the trash.
"Maybe your right," I trailed off. I finished my dishes and came to help my husband.
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(Back to Takato's POV)
My walk to school was longer than I presumed and I liked it that way. 'Even if I'm late at least no one could pick on me,' I thought. Once I got to class I apologized for being late. 'Even though I'm not.'
While I kept my eyes on my paper I could've sworn someone was staring at me. When the teacher wrote the equations neatly on the board, I looked up and in the corner of my eye saw a boy was staring at me. 'He doesn't look like the kind to beat someone up.'
After class was finished I felt a not so light tap on my shoulder. I made sure I didn't turn around so I wouldn't get my face smashed in and asked, "What do you want?"
"Um....., I just wanted to ask if, er, where's your digivice?" stuttered a boy.
My eyes grew slightly big for a moment and turned around. Nobody asked me anything about the Digivice unless he or she wanted information on Tamers. Most people assumed since I had a Digivice that I was a Tamer and that was that.
"Why?" I turned around my expression was icy and cold. My eyes were narrowed. 'What does this boy want?'
"Well, you're a Tamer right?" asked the poor boy. He seemed to be just curious.
"No," I answered clearly. 'He doesn't seem like he wants to beat me to the pulp.'
"Oh..." was all I got from the boy. The boy walked away and from his tone sounded dispirited.
'What's got into him?' I went off to the next class wondering why that strange boy asked me those questions and didn't lash me in the process. Then I remembered seeing a green replica of his Digivice. 'So he's a Tamer... Why did he want me?'
Of course the boy must have seen the news two years ago and seen him but unless he had a very good amanuensis he couldn't remember such a event could he? 'Maybe he's a spy....' My eyes flashed blood red at the possibility but he shook it off. 'I'm being paranoid again. I think I got mom's paranoia gene.'
The next few classes I felt three more stares in my direction. 'What is it with people today? I've been getting more stares than I did when I had my Digivice.'
I listened apathetically to the teachers remarks on the radius of the distance between the ends of the celestial bodies and the sun. 'Why am I supposed to learn this? It's not like I'm going to be an astronaut anytime soon.' I waited impatiently for the bell to ring, signaling to leave the school.
A few minutes later the bell screeched and I gladly took my books, leaving the school grounds. 'I wish I never knew about Digimon.'
A/N: To answer some unasked questions if you're observant you might notice that's Takato's eyes flashed red a couple times. When his eyes flashes in that way they look rabid (exactly like when Takato turned Guilmon into Megidramon). You might wonder what's going on so basically this chapter tells that Takato never recieved the chance to slash the drawing of Guilmon so Guilmon was never created. I also hope that none of you who reviewed my past stories are holding grudges against me. I only did it because I didn't like it. It's no one's fault. This chapter seems a little boring and confusing but it's a start. Please read and review. Arigato (Translation: Thank you).
Notice: If you wish to have a couple in (Ryuki, Rukato, Jenuki, Jurato...ect.) this fanfic you'll have to give out some reasons. There will be NO yaoi or yuri couples. Otherwise, this fanfic will be couple-free. Soul Search has three main parts. Each focusing on a different POV. Takato's, Ruki's, and Jenrya's. After I finished with all three parts it will make more sense.
Soul Search- Part One
A Bit of the Past
I heard people say not to dwell in the past, but then why are they doing just that?- Ruki First Glance
Past
As sun rays bathed my light skin, the quietness seemed so comfortable and relaxing. 'I wish life could be as easy as this,' I thought sadly. My hand brushed on the glazed grass as I stood up preparing to leave. I turned one last look at the sunset which was a breath-taking orange. The sun it's self was glowing more radiant than usual. I just wished that everything was like this, peaceful and beautiful. I turned away walking silently.
I was going to move away, far away just because of a absurd rumor. I was furious that I had to be shunned away from others because I was one of "them". Just because I WAS one of "them" didn't give the government to push me around, but unfortunately, it did.
I am, Matsuda Takato, a boy who society thought was a menace, nothing but a traitor in another man's eyes. After the "incident" I was thought as dangerous even though I was only ten years old. I thought that was ridiculous because I never hurt anyone or did anything harmful. Others thought I was mislead and pitied me. I never needed their pity.
It had been less than a week before wild rumors spread on the "Digimon Rampage" as they would call it, killing several humans. I knew that my parents were doing the best they can to help defend me but they couldn't do much.
Once I arrived home, the saying "home sweet home" was amiss. It seemed gloomy and dull instead of the usual bright and cheerful. I was amazed how someone's emotions can change their perceptive so quickly.
When I entered the door gave a low clink as it hit the bell at the top. I saw it to be empty and now I realized how large the room was itself. Since it was frequently full of customers it seemed a bit overcrowded but now I thought fifty people could all fit in there at once!
I saw my mother and father were doing some last minute packing. They looked somber as I had felt recently but they were worse off. I wanted to be strong like Taichi in the TV show but the only way I could be is if I was strong for my parents, and more importantly my self. I was always taunted on being the "crybaby" or "little kid". I was infuriated by those comments but what hurt the most was that they were true.
I walked up to my room and opened the door. There were no more slovenly beds to be made, drawings scattered across the floor, toys on the self, pictures of digimon on the wall.... I drifted off on memories when my mind came back to reality.
I seated down on the floor giving out a long sigh as I stared at the colorless carpet. I thought of times when I was little; I had a wild imagination and was always lively. My world came crashing down onto me a year ago when I mustered up the courage to go play in a public park (I used to be very shy) when a couple teenagers bullied me around. How weak I used to be... 'No,' I thought determinedly. If I was going to be stronger I mustn't dwell on such thoughts as those.
Most kids would not want to move because that would mean leaving his or her friends but that wasn't the case for me. I didn't want to leave because I was afraid that kids would hate me all over and this time more children would be around.
'But you have to be strong,' urged a voice hidden in the back of my head. 'If you're going to be strong how can you be afraid all the time?'
This was one of the reasons I was going other than being forced. I was torn from staying and from leaving. I couldn't make up my mind. I was despondent when I was forced to leave but I was happy too. I thought I could escape and won't have to go through so much. On the other hand it might be vice versa. My feelings were so jumbled up I didn't know if I should be delighted that I was moving or enraged that the government was forcing him or mournful that I was to leave the place I lived for practically all my thirteen year old life.
I remembered when everything first started. 'What a mess I gotton into.'
I was just WATCHING a real live Digimon battle when one of them was severely injured. I didn't know why but I walked up and tried to aid it. I was shocked none the less but then the other opponent viciously attacked me when I was pushed away by the Digimon when a blue card appeared from my pant pocket. I had slashed it through my card mainly curious when a bright flash illuminated me and the Digimons creating a Digivice. Then a man came by, one I never seen before, and noticed my new device, threw odious words at him.
'I think he hated me because he thought I was a "Tamer". I didn't even get my Digimon yet.' After a vast case of studies he was proven guilty astonishingly after the man convinced the judge that I was dangerous. Back then, at the court, Takato had to admit the man was a very good speaker.
I thought that would be the end of it but it wasn't over. It turned out the man made a group that went against Digimon and showed everyone in Japan a video tape of the battle I witnessed. Enraged mobs gave warnings of bomb letters just because I was associating with "the vile creatures" as they called it. I would be given death glares by students who weren't really fans of Digimon from the start and by many more outside school. Meanwhile others would throw me questions asking who, what, when, where, how, and why about the whole ordeal.
One day it was too much when I got beaten by the pulp and Mom received another bomb letter. My parents said they should move and the government agreed. No, that was wrong, the government FORCED them too. One of the governors of Tokyo hated the Digimon and told them that they had three days to pack up and leave. My parents managed to find a place but when I found out there were more children there I begged them not to go.
'But I have to. That's the only way I'll ever be strong........' those eight words of that sentence echoed through my head as I made my last preperations to leave tomorrow. 'That's the only way......'
Present
Noises filled the air of Shinjuku as people muttered into their cell phones or were talking to one another in petty conversations. Crazed kids ran chasing after one another screaming in delight. Cars honked horns signaling the children to move out of the street and distinct discussions could be heard from an open door near a store or two.
I walked with hands in my pockets ignoring the chaos among me. Luckily I wasn't as well known here in Shinjuku as the "enemy" of my fellow human beings since the battle was off in Tokyo three years ago. Unfortunately some of them knew me and usually either glared at me or backed away thinking I was going to attack them. I rolled my eyes. 'How plainly stupid and pointless they are. It was though the people though I was a Digimon myself.'
Sometimes I wished dearly my parents wouldn't send me to school at all; I hated all the stares I received during it's hours. Some looked at me with disbelief while others tried to convince their friends he was making it up. The Digimon TV show was very popular so many knew about the Digimon but few hated it. Those who hated it hate me were still stunned that Digimon were actually very real.
I didn't notice someone sneak up behind me since I was lost in my own world.
'I don't even have a partner yet so that doesn't really make me a Tamer right? Then why are people turning against me because of some stupid device!?!' My face darkened as I kicked a small pebble rock off to a distance.
Suddenly I felt incredible pain in my head, my thoughts were swirling and I felt myself become extremely dizzy. I felt myself being pushed down onto the ground and a dangerous voice whispered in my ear, "You better watch it Digimon Lover because you might just be dead."
After that I hated to admit it but I blacked out. When I came to I saw I was lying in a bed. I saw bright light as I narrowed my eyes to bear it. Once my eyes were adjusted to the light I sat up and looked around. I wasn't at my house, no...I appeared to be in a infirmary of some sort.
I saw a letter was next to a small table right beside my bedstead. I opened it only to find another threat in it. Nothing new to me. I saw a nice young nurse come in and I guessed she was probably there to give me some medicine. What she said took me off guard.
"You have a visitor," said the lady simply.
I now was deeply confused because I didn't have any friends I knew of that were anywhere around Shinjuku. Come to think of it I didn't have ANY friends after they fled when they found out about me being a Tamer. They fled because the school bully was surely going to beat them too if they associated with me. 'Some friends,' I thought bitterly.
It turned out to be my parents. I mentally kicked myself in the head because it was obvious my parents were the visitors. 'It's not like I have any friends anyway...' he thought downheartedly.
I didn't hear the words of kindness from my mother, or the cursing of my father, I only heard the words from a different voice. Mine. It was that voice that always nagged in someone's head. Always saying how things could go wrong, questioning your skills, and if you listened to it (and took it very seriously) leave you in depression believing what those things were said to be true. Normally this voice comes after a period of failure testing one's self esteem. The "inner critic" as some call it.
After my parents finished talking they left saying that they'll be looking forward to seeing me home. I wasn't. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to escape. It seemed like the more Digimon appeared and terrorized Japan, more people began to hate Digimon. That's when more people started to hate me completely for actually being a Tamer. A Tamer, in their definition was a person who socialized with beasts.
'Everyone's an idiot. Now the TV show looks like fairy tale compared to this,' I thought bitterly. 'Everyone accepted Digimon and then everyone had their own Digimon partners living in harmony what a bunch of bull (A/N: I'm relating towards the ending of Zero Two, though I have nothing against it).'
I balled my fists my eyes shined a flash of crimson. Only for a moment before it died away. 'Taichi......Daisuke, they weren't real people. They were made up and probably there is nobody like them. They're just doodles on a piece of paper. I can't believe it was only a year ago I wanted to be just like them when I'm actually vise versa. Why do I have this load of shit with me anyway?' I took out my digivice and was on the verge of breaking it when I didn't.
I didn't know why but I didn't. It was like there was something I should've done a long time ago but didn't. I shook my head. 'I'm going crazy.'
After coming home the next morning, I was welcomed with hugs. I tried to pull away from my mother's grasp but no avail. I saw my father seemed to be hiding something. I managed to struggle my way out of my mother's grasp and pushed my father aside only to find a mess.
"Now Takato-" began my father.
The bread was ruined and squished while the pans were deformed or had various holes and cuts around it. I sighed since I knew the obvious, they were out to get me again.
I heard other Tamers were put under custody and were on full surveillance just in case they were to break out. Their Digimon were being tested in tubes and experiments such as those.
But some Tamers managed to get away or as the rumors say. One of them, a girl and her Digimon fought her way out before disappearing to who knows where. I grew even more furious through out the years since they thought Tamers were the their foe too. The Digimon known as "Devas" were destroying everything in it's path and the military could do no good. They aborted and decided to guard their only town that has not been deserted, or rampaged by Digimon, Shinjuku. Most of Shinjuku's population was lowered since a lot of them moved out to China or Korea. Some even went to America hoping America would have a stronger force team if the Digimon attacked there.
I stared long and hard at my Digivice. 'All it has done for me is trouble.' I threw it away in my trash canister hoping to never see it again. I got dressed for school and went back downstairs (I arrived at in the morning).
I sat down wanting to take as much time as I could to eat breakfast since then I wouldn't have to face a bigger crowd when I got to school. 'If they don't see me with the Digivice they might stay away....or not.' Why was everyone always picking on me? Even when I wasn't a Tamer I was bullied into the trash canister or forced to give others my lunch money. I wanted power...power to show how I wasn't a little boy that people could just come around and pick on. Unfortunately I didn't have that kind of power but I vowed to myself I will...one day.
"Takato, honey, time to go to school," reminded my mother.
"I know, I know," I grumbled. I lifted my jet black backpack that hung over my shoulder and left silently.
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(Mrs. Matsuda's POV)
I had a upset facial expression and talked to my husband who was cleaning up the mess.
"All this Digimon business is hurting our son," I said. I dried one of the plates as my expression was growing deeper.
"Well, he did love that Digimon TV show. It must have been quite a big shock if you found out that your favorite cartoons wrecked most of your country," he said.
"I know but it's like something's missing. He's not like our boy anymore. He's usually trying to find the bright side of things even if something like this happened. It's like he gave up. He gave up on everyone," I elucidated.
"I think your being paranoid. Takato wouldn't give up on everyone. That's just not like him," said my husband. He picked up a piece of stomped on bread and threw it in the trash.
"Maybe your right," I trailed off. I finished my dishes and came to help my husband.
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(Back to Takato's POV)
My walk to school was longer than I presumed and I liked it that way. 'Even if I'm late at least no one could pick on me,' I thought. Once I got to class I apologized for being late. 'Even though I'm not.'
While I kept my eyes on my paper I could've sworn someone was staring at me. When the teacher wrote the equations neatly on the board, I looked up and in the corner of my eye saw a boy was staring at me. 'He doesn't look like the kind to beat someone up.'
After class was finished I felt a not so light tap on my shoulder. I made sure I didn't turn around so I wouldn't get my face smashed in and asked, "What do you want?"
"Um....., I just wanted to ask if, er, where's your digivice?" stuttered a boy.
My eyes grew slightly big for a moment and turned around. Nobody asked me anything about the Digivice unless he or she wanted information on Tamers. Most people assumed since I had a Digivice that I was a Tamer and that was that.
"Why?" I turned around my expression was icy and cold. My eyes were narrowed. 'What does this boy want?'
"Well, you're a Tamer right?" asked the poor boy. He seemed to be just curious.
"No," I answered clearly. 'He doesn't seem like he wants to beat me to the pulp.'
"Oh..." was all I got from the boy. The boy walked away and from his tone sounded dispirited.
'What's got into him?' I went off to the next class wondering why that strange boy asked me those questions and didn't lash me in the process. Then I remembered seeing a green replica of his Digivice. 'So he's a Tamer... Why did he want me?'
Of course the boy must have seen the news two years ago and seen him but unless he had a very good amanuensis he couldn't remember such a event could he? 'Maybe he's a spy....' My eyes flashed blood red at the possibility but he shook it off. 'I'm being paranoid again. I think I got mom's paranoia gene.'
The next few classes I felt three more stares in my direction. 'What is it with people today? I've been getting more stares than I did when I had my Digivice.'
I listened apathetically to the teachers remarks on the radius of the distance between the ends of the celestial bodies and the sun. 'Why am I supposed to learn this? It's not like I'm going to be an astronaut anytime soon.' I waited impatiently for the bell to ring, signaling to leave the school.
A few minutes later the bell screeched and I gladly took my books, leaving the school grounds. 'I wish I never knew about Digimon.'
A/N: To answer some unasked questions if you're observant you might notice that's Takato's eyes flashed red a couple times. When his eyes flashes in that way they look rabid (exactly like when Takato turned Guilmon into Megidramon). You might wonder what's going on so basically this chapter tells that Takato never recieved the chance to slash the drawing of Guilmon so Guilmon was never created. I also hope that none of you who reviewed my past stories are holding grudges against me. I only did it because I didn't like it. It's no one's fault. This chapter seems a little boring and confusing but it's a start. Please read and review. Arigato (Translation: Thank you).
Notice: If you wish to have a couple in (Ryuki, Rukato, Jenuki, Jurato...ect.) this fanfic you'll have to give out some reasons. There will be NO yaoi or yuri couples. Otherwise, this fanfic will be couple-free. Soul Search has three main parts. Each focusing on a different POV. Takato's, Ruki's, and Jenrya's. After I finished with all three parts it will make more sense.