An~ Hiay minna! I'm back!!!! Yeah ya'll proably dont
remember me, but that's okay, it's been months since
I posted after all. Anyway well here is a story told
from Taichi's point of view and it takes place in the
future, a coule years after 01. 02 didn't happen in
this cuz I hate 02. Oh well :) Enjoy,
Manda
Oh yeah, I forgot, I don't own the charaters or the
song.
We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
At all the millions here
I must have died alone
A long, long time ago(x2)
Who knows? Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Originally by David Bowie by the Nirvana version is much better!
I saw him yesterday. I SAW HIM! He had changed. His face,
his clothes, his hair... his personality. But those eyes, those bright blue
eyes that showed everyone his inner most soul, they had not. Surrounded by
raggedy yellow hair, a goatee, a band shirt, and jeans, his eyes still stayed
the same. They looked on me with happiness, like a light through the darkness.
I was shocked, we last parted with such contempt, such hatred. How could he
smile at me after what I did to him?
8 years ago. 8 long years ago was the last time I saw his retreating
back. I was young and naive, he was young and wise. I had been such a fool,
made him leave because I simply didn't like him. He had been part of our
group, the chosen children, but my own foolishness kicked him out. I realized
this long afterwards, long after I reaped the consequences of my actions. I
didn't know it then, but I certainly know that now.
Yesterday I tried to apologize to him. He moved his head to the left
a little, as if confused, but then he laughed and went right on talking.
After that, I didn't hear him. My mind was stuck on his laugh. That was the
third time I'd heard it in all the years I had ever known him. I betrayed him
and yet he laughs.
Back when the eight of us were together, everyone else knew something
was wrong with him. I figured that out years later. When it was too late to
go back and fix my mistakes. The price you pay, however great it is, will
always be more than you get for it. I had talked to his brother though, a
year or two ago, and asked him what happened to make him that way. Takeru was
silent for a while, I suppose he was going to answer me but the hurt in his
eyes made me leave before he could get around to it.
Did I really do this to my friends? Do they all look at me with sad,
angry eyes because of what I did? I know the answer but the last of my vanity
stops me from admitting it. But yesterday, he didn't look at me like that.
Could he have forgiven me, the one person I had hurt most of all, could he
have forgiven me when no one else will? Underneath all that rebellion, he has
a good heart and I think I knew that 8 years ago but it didn't mean anything
to me. Now, however, it means the world.
Where had he been. What things caused him to understand who and what
I was when even I didn't know. Why had he come back now. Millions of questions
raced through my mind after our short meeting on the steps. None had answers.
Originally I thought him dead, but now that I think about it, getting away
from me was what just maybe had saved him. He had had demons, but now it
looked as though he conquered them.
I began to smile and I realized how much I like him. How much I liked
his company, and how much I wanted to see him again. He laughed again at
something I said, then said sorrowfully that he had to go. I surprised myself
by giving him a hug, then I stepped back and stuck out my hand. He took it
and we shacked, not as enemies, but as friends. Our whole meeting lasted 10
minutes but it brought a happiness to me you could not even begin to fathom.
I watched him go and decided that I would try to stay in contact with
him... Friendship rose from the ashes of the dead.
I found out yesterday. I found out what became of those eyes
surrounded by raggedy yellow hair, a goatee, a band shirt, and jeans. 2 years
to the day I last saw him, I found out. Takeru had asked me to come by his
place and help him pack. He was going to move to the city. I went over,
cheerfully with two donuts and two coffee cups.
Takeru was sitting on his couch when I stepped into his door. He was
holding something, a picture frame. He didn't seem to know I was even there.
Stepping cautiously over the boxes that littered the floor, I made my way over
to him.
As I sat down the donuts and began to say his name, I glanced at the
photo he was clutching in his hands. It was him. Standing on the corner of
some street in who knows where, wearing a band shirt and jeans and smiling.
Over his back was slung a guitar, a very beat up one at that, and dangling
from his index finger on his right hand, was a necklace. It was simply a
long black string which held a yellowish/brown tag at the end. Inside the tag
was a bright blue square with an insignia on it.
I looked up from the picture into Takeru's eyes. He glanced at me
sadly but then turned back to the picture.
"Taichi." he said softly, his gaze still not leaving the photo.
"Yeah?" I said back, just as quietly.
"He called me 2 years ago. He said he had seen you on the steps of
the church downtown." Takeru looked up at me for conformation. I nodded and
he went back to staring at the picture.
"That night, after his phone call, my mom came to my house." He
paused and his face slowly moved upwards to make eye contact with me again. I
noticed with a start that he was crying, tears running down his face. Takeru
didn't say anything for a long time, but I didn't push him. When, or if, he
was going to finish his story, I would wait for him. I glanced back down at
the picture he was clutching so tightly.
I looked up a few moments later at Takeru's face, his tears had
stopped flowing and he was looking longingly at the picture.
"He was killed that night," Takeru said softly. "he had taken a
bullet for one of his friends. He died, and I never said I was sorry for not
coming after him that night you made him leave. I never said I was sorry...."
Takeru broke down into sobs, and suddenly time seemed to slow down. I watched
as the picture frame slipped from his hands, I watched as it fell to the
ground. I watched as the glass shattered.
I sank to the floor, my vision slowly going in and out of focus.
".s...'orry" I murmured.
