You would
probably know about something called past... Something
that happened at the time beyond our reach, where we couldn't
reach again... You would call that as history. You couldn't do
anything about that, except forgot about it... or memorize it
inside your heart, or make that as a topic you shared with your
friends when you're older... or even... when you were old...
You may thought
yourselves as children, who were fools, believing in such faery
tales, or were scared when you went to the bathroom alone. Or you
may memerized your foolishness, and you would laugh about it.
Sometimes, you even wished you could go back in time, repeated
those precious moments.
But, you
couldn't go back... It's the past... It's the history...
However, there
was a way you could reclaim that time... when you gathered with
your childhood friends, and go back in time, repeated the past...
by stories. You could laugh back, or even cried, with the same
friends you shared your childhood with... Reunion... That
where we were now...
A place where we
could recalled the past, the place where there was no time...
But, this time,
we were beyond adults, we were beyond growing ups, we were old...
bewildered by the appearences of each others, and realized the
conditions of ourselves... we were speechless... we were old...
"Long
time," At last, Taichi Yagami, as the past leader of us,
crakced the silence between us. His blue pupils was smaller now,
watery, but the flash of his past courage didn't die.
The eleven
others nodded their head heart-hartedly, didn't try to protest,
or cut his 2 meaningful words.
"I thought
we would never see ourselves again." He continued. "I
missed you all."
"Getting
old and sentimental, eh, Taichi?" Yamato Ishida tried to
smirk, but he couldn't, his smile suddenly turned into a frown.
Because what Taichi had said were right, he had missed them. By
the time Yamato finished his supposed to be joking sentence, Mimi
Tachikawa and Miyako Inoue, started to cry.
"Hush,
Miyako." Ken Ichijouji patted his wife's back, trying to
calm the woman he had shared most his life with, but it made her
cry more, and more. Same thing happened with Jou Kido to his
wife.
"Takeru..."
Sora Takenouchi tried to hold her tears also, but couldn't... Few
drops of tears started to flow from her eyes, to her wrinkled
cheeks, to her chin. "If he gathered with us, we're complete
now... But," She didn't have to continue anymore, they all
knew that the Takeru Takaishi had passed away, gone from the
world, 3 days before they gathered to the reunion, because of
brain cancer.
"Come
on." Daisuke Motomiya attempted to make a cheerful
atmosphere with his never dying voice. His hair could turn its
color to white, but his attidute couldn't. "It's a reunion.
We should be happy to see ourselves!"
But that didn't
make things change, Hikari Yagami suddenly sobbed and cried.
"I'm... happy... but we missed one person... it... isn't
right... We're all..." She couldn't continue more, everyone
was drowned to their own thinkings and emotions.
Everyone
changes... Everything is different...
But some
things don't...
"Takeru...
is at a better place right now..." Iori Hida started, his
eyes were still green and intense, looking upward, as if he was
staring to the sky. He was old... but he was still the
youngest... "He's... in the heaven, turned young again, with
the happy angels. He doesn't want to see us cry, like this. He's
sorrounded by happiness," Iori closed both his eyes.
"With us all, with the courage, friendship, love, purity,
reliability, knowledge, kindness, light... and hope."
Koushiro Izumi
smiled to his half self. "Yes, why... I want to go there
too."
"What are
you saying, Koushiro-senpai!?" Miyako suddenly shouted, made
everyone in the room to look at her. "Don't think of death!
There're still much of time we have in this world!!"
"I don't
say I want to kill myself, Miyako." Koushiro sighed,
"even though that thought had crossed my mind few
times."
"What!?"
Miyako jumped from her seat, making everyone surprised.
"He's just
joking, Miyako." Ken pulled his wife's fragile wrist,
forcing her to sit at her previous place. "You're
negaholic."
"Actually,
she's not!" Mimi defended her younger friend.
"Koushiro's too sarcastic!" The silent laugh from the
old reliable Jou Kido broke the air. "What's so funny,
Jou?" Mimi asked her husband with high tone.
"No."
Jou grinned. "I just realized that Miyako called Koushiro
with 'senpai' again. Made me remember of the past... And you, my
wife, just turn yourself to the once beautiful ditzy Mimi
Tachikawa, running and shouting with pink dress and cowboy hat...
saying that you're tired, and always complaining, even cried when
you couldn't find Palmon at that last summer in the
Digiworld."
The atmosphere
turned silence again, everyone was lost in their past. The times
when they were 65 old younger, the times when they were 62 years
younger... the time they were in their fittest conditions...
having adventure in an another world... trying to save both
worlds...
"You know,
you were right." Tachi said again. "I still can't brush
away that moment when we recieved Digivices and met our
Digimons."
"Everything
wouldn't be the same if that day we didn't go to that summer
camp." Sora continued, playing back the past memories.
"I was
annoyed when my mother told me to go there, but now... there's no
regret." This one was Mimi. "I even thank The God, so
we could meet that time, could do our adventure... that changed
our lives..."
"That time
there're still 7 of you." Hikari mentioned. "I didn't
go there. Maybe things would be different if I go that time
too... I might meet Tailmon in another way."
"Still
remember Etemon?" Yamato brought the topic.
"You told
me, Yamato. I hate that monster, don't bring his name here."
Mimi hugged herself with her crinkled arms in fear. "That
thing was a nightmare."
"I wonder
what is his form now, after 65 years..." Koushiro put his
now folded hand to his chin. "I want to see---"
"No!"
Mimi cut Koushiro's words so he couldn't resume the Etemon topic
once more. "Let's talk about something else. Numemons're
better than him."
"The one I
couldn't forget is Digimon Kaiser." Ken commenced, replaying
the old illusions of himself in his closed eyes. "The true
nightmare. When he slaved all digimons, even his own
digimon."
"Ken,
that's the past." Miyako rubbed the back of her husband.
"The Kaiser is dead. Now, the only thing remain is a great
kind friend, and my wonderful husband that I'll love till the end
of my life."
"Miyako..."
"Yes,
Miyako's right!" Daisuke at last put pup another topic.
"Don't forget about us! The first Digimental that's born was
mine! And then, without the help of us, you couldn't escape from
your stupid alter ego!"
"Daisuke..."
"All's
finished back then, Ken." Iori carried on Daisuke's idea.
"The Dark Towers and the Black rings, let that be the past,
or a simple nightmare. Your days are too bright to them. All the
things happened in the past, were only memories... Yes,
memories."
Another silent
atmosphere.
"Can't we
think of a better topic?" Hikari finally said. "This is
quite an angsty reunion, isn't it?"
Mimi shook her
head. "I'm speechless... just to see you guys... I can't...
find any words..."
We're
so...old... None of the two generations of the past-chosen-children
could say that.
"Yeah,
Mimi's right." Taichi agreed. "If our digimons were
here, all things would be better..." This time, Taichi
started to cry, he couldn't stand the tears much longer.
"... Agumon..."
The air was
tensed once more, tears couldn't be hidden any longer... cries
would be heard... and...
"It's also
another past, Taichi." Sora attempted to brush away her
tears, but she failed. "... All... was dead... them... It's
not anyone fault that they... have a shorter age than... us...
they're refromatted, and now they're others' digimon..."
Koushiro gritted
his teeth. "Let's just hope that the children who owns them
right now, can take care of them."
"No!"
Miyako cried. "They can't feed Poromon with too spicy
foods... he's..."
"Palmon
doesn't like water from the taps..." Mimi murmured.
"Funny, I
was fed up of V-mon, especially when he woke up at 2 in the
morning. " Daisuke covered his eyes with his hands.
"But now, I found myself wake up at that time without him
jumping over me..." He started to laugh between his cries.
"I hope the kid who owns him right now doesn't smack him
like I did."
"Yeah..."
Jou sighed, didn't try anything to cover his tears. "I hope
the child who has Gomamon now doesn't get annoyed of
Gomamon."
Takeru, I'm
jealous of you now... Yamato thought of his passed away
brother. There's no tears in your place right now... maybe
you found your Patamon there, happy...
I could only
nod... but he couldn't see me...
The scene
continued that way... as the time goes by, maybe the tears will
be stopped in a few minutes... But the ones who recall their
adventure of Digimon weren't only them... it could be you.
You may laugh at
yourself when you're older... the time when you cherished a title
called 'Digimon Adventure' or 'Digimon Adventure 02' would be a
stupid thing for you when you're adult. But when you're older and
older... there's a time when you wish you could go back in time,
to the place you were when you're still children and teenagers...
But it couldn't
be that way... All you can do is think back... and keep that as a
souvenir in your heart.
Okay, a stupid
fic. But I have a really good time writting it. Maybe my first
and last Digific I've ever written. (Unless there're more light
bulps appearing in my mind) Why did I write the females with
their maiden names? Well, I thought their reunion would be more
like reunion if they're back *excatly* like they were.
If you forgot,
please read the disclaimer above. I also love to receive grammar
and vocabulary errors corrections reviews, cause I'm still
learning English.