WHEN
DARKNESS CALLS…
Author: Ucchan
Disclaimer: I
don't own Digimon, or anything else in this story, I just wrote it cause it was
fun, and I'm making no profit. So don't worry about it, you weird legal people
at your respective companies! BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~TA!
This story
takes place in Season 01 after Piedmon's Last Jest and before Now Apocalymon,
just my little small rewrite of how things COULD'VE been. Small Mishirou
warning, it's from Izzy/Koushirou's perspective.
"The Dark Masters aren't the
real threat, you know." Gennai's voice intoned.
"What!?"
"Yes, something even more evil,
something even worse than the dark masters, some dark, horrible mysterious
force that we can't even begin to describe…" Gennai continued.
"Darkness…? Does that
mean…" Yamato began.
"Matt… I know where you're
going and I don't wanna hear it…" Joe cut him off.
"That's tough Joe, we have to
face it now…" Yamato yelled at the blue-haired boy.
I was sick of the arguing,
"STOP IT!" I yelled, "What's your problem, Gennai has just told
us we have some even worse evil about to destroy us all and you're arguing over
whether or not it exists!" I calmed myself, "Tai, c'mon, tell
them."
Taichi nodded and opened his mouth
to speak, but unfortunately, a red-haired figure -- Sora -- touched her hand
firmly upon the childlike boy's shoulder, silencing him, "Tai, we don't
have time for an argument, now…"
"That's right," Gennai
spoke up again, "The darkness I spoke of isn't going to wait for you all
to finish your debate."
Mimi sidled up next to me, her pink
hat about her shoulders and her mahogany curls billowing in the hard breeze
that wafted from where our opponent *had* to reside…
Takeru and Hikari sat side by side,
their digimon perched just behind them, I hoped that they wouldn't be needed to
fight much longer, this was the last opponent, Gennai had said so, and now we
had to face it and go home!
Home… sigh… did I have a home? Every
time I'd even thought of the word, it seemed my thoughts turned to my adoption.
It was saddening, I hated being adopted, not knowing what my parents were like,
and knowing that 'mom' and 'dad' weren't really MY 'mom' and 'dad'…
I pictured their smiling faces, they
were always lenient and fair… too lenient… too caring… they had to try so hard
to be the perfect parents to me. They'd lost their first child, so they
substituted me. I felt so used. Yet I still continued on… I was a good boy. I
could never do anything wrong. I could never be dumb, or clumsy, or afraid, or
imperfect in any way. I was their last chance at a happy family.
They bought me off sometimes, my
laptop, my pathetic laptop, broken now, but it was the perfect example of their
'love' for me. I hated it. I hate computers, and yet they are my only escape.
It's sad, and yet ironically perfect for the sad, stand-in of a son that I was.
"Geek."
"Wha…?" I looked up,
"Mimi?"
"Dork. You annoying computer
nerd."
"Huh?" What was this?
Mimi, the only Chosen Child that was in my grade, we'd never been great friends
then. But here, in the DigiWorld, I'd always felt the bond between us. And now,
my peer stood there, insulting me for being intelligent.
"You're always ignoring me,
always in your computer dark mode when I'm around, I thought I meant something
to you…?"
I blushed at the statement,
"Na… nani?" I stuttered, pulling myself into a sitting position,
"Mimi, I didn't mean… I mean I didn't know that… I--"
"Stop stuttering! You know so
many big words and now you stutter at me, I can't stand you!"
"Mimi… I do… I do think that
you're special, you and the others mean everything to me…" I tried to
explain quickly.
"Hmph." She turned her
back to me, her arms folded, her pink cowboy hat lie on the ground next to me
where she had thrown it earlier, "I said I can't stand you, I'd much
rather be with someone interesting… someone who pays attention to me!"
"Mimi! I'm not…" I began.
She stopped me, "Joe-kun?"
Joe showed himself and walked up
beside her, "Yes Mimi-chan? Was that you? I wasn't sure, but I decided to
come to see you anyway. You're so pretty."
Mimi smiled sweetly at him, yet at
the same time she seemed to smile wickedly at me, "Oh, Joe-kun, you're so
nice… I love it when you talk to me. Conversation is the most important part of
a relationship you know."
"Of course Mimi-chan, I think
so too," with that, he wrapped his arm about her shoulder and turned her
away from me. He spared me a glance over his shoulder, and smiled wickedly at
me with a look of total satisfaction.
"MIMI-CHAN!" I yelled,
feeling stung by a million bees when she didn't even flinch.
"Tough luck, kid."
I turned about, Taichi stood behind
me, "Taichi-senpai! Oh, can you believe it?"
"Believe what?" he asked,
"That you're having girl troubles? Big deal! How could you think of
something like that when there's a war to be waged!" He hit me. Hard.
Against my cheek.
I now laid sprawled out upon the
hard, cold ground, "Taichi-senpai?" I asked pitifully, touching the
bruise on my cheek, "What's wrong with you?"
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!?"
he yelled, "You're my problem right now, you're supposed to the smart one
and you're going to abandon your position just because you were dumped! Think
again, jerk!" He struck me again.
"You're supposed to help me
take care of things." The brown haired boy stated, "Where are you
while Sora is being attacked by the darkness?" he gestured behind him
where I suddenly noticed Sora sitting, weeping, unmoving.
She continued to utter the same
phrase, "I've got to help to Tai, he needs me, there's no place like home,
there's no place like home…"
Home… that word again… that awful
word that now brought even harsher feelings of rejection.
"You see?" Taichi
continued to yell, "You can't even help my best friend… all your
intelligence… and I end up with you as a sniveling bag of nothing on the
ground."
"I've got to help Tai, he needs
me…"
"Sora…?" Taichi asked her
gently, "Sora… its okay, please wake up, we've only got one more fight and
we can all go home, and you won't be burdened anymore… come on, Sora…"
"Tai…?" she asked weakly.
Taichi smiled, "Uh huh!"
"Oh Tai!" She jumped up,
wrapping herself about Taichi's neck.
I was about to smile at Sora's
recovery, but…
"Can we really go home
soon?" Sora asked, "Can we… Tai? All of us? Except, of course, him…
He doesn't have a home to go back to," she pointed directly at me as if I
were a lawn ornament.
Home… That word… That indescribable
feeling of guilt and pain associated with it.
"Real soon now, just one more
fight," he hugged her closely.
"Having girl troubles?" a
cheery voice asked from behind me.
I turned and saw one Yamato Ishida,
looking very tall, blonde, and incredibly too happy for normal, "Uh…
kinda…" I managed to squeak. I could still feel Taichi and Sora's presence
behind me.
"That's too bad, but it's okay,
I'm always gonna be your friend. You wanna know why?" The cheerful
blue-eyed boy asked.
I smiled, feeling better, "Why,
Yama-kun?"
"Cause I don't have any
choice!" he exclaimed brightly, "My crest is that of friendship,
remember? Besides, you know me, I wanted to digivolve myself, and since we
found our crests together, maybe yours will have something to do with my
goal!"
Yamato's words were happy-go-lucky
and matter-of-fact, but each well-placed chosen word felt like another dagger
being jammed and twisted into my already beaten body.
"Yamato… I…" I began,
stopping because I didn't have the energy to finish the sentence.
"No need to thank me," he
said, walking around me to where Taichi was already standing, where Takeru and
Hikari had joined him, "I don't mind pretending to be your friend,"
he smiled sweetly as he placed his hands of Takeru's shoulders, "I've
already got a brother and six REAL friends."
I couldn't speak, I merely stared at
the four gathered people before me.
Takeru and Hikari stepped forward,
released from their brothers' grasps. The both looked at me sympathetically,
their voices spoke as one, "Don't feel bad, Senpai, we believe in
you."
Ah… Takeru and Hikari, my final ray
of hope. They both looked up to me. They knew I could do it.
"We know you can do it, you're
a chosen child," they continued to speak in unison, "I mean, you've
got Tentomon, how could you mess THAT up, he does everything for you. You
worthless old computer junkie."
It was so innocently honest and so
quick, I was reeling before I was sure of what they had actually said,
"Takeru-chan…? Hikari-chan…?"
"Don't speak to us anymore,
please…"
"TK…? Kari?" I repeated,
but they, and their older siblings had left. I was alone again, glad to be
alone.
"Alone, partner?" came
what was obviously Tentomon's familiar voice.
"TENTOMON! Buddy! I thought I
didn't have friends anymore!" I exclaimed happily to have at least ONE
caring ear.
"What do you mean…?" the
maroon insect asked me.
"Well, the others, they
all…" I began.
"Oh, THAT, please, give me more
credit than that, I know that already, I know everything, more than you'll EVER
be able to know! And without that rusted, broken, piece of junk you used to
carry around, you can't even possibly begin to keep up with me!"
The digimon's words hurt more than I
thought they could, this was my life-bonded friend for all time! He was
supposed to be my friend until the end of my life… "How could you say
that!?"
"Oh, sorry, but you're boring
to talk to, so I'm leaving to find some intelligent life form." The insect
spread his gossamer wings and was gone.
I felt buried in a pit. Alone. This
was as low as it got, you didn't come back from this depth. I just wanted to
let it all end. No one would care. The Izumi's would find some other child… The
Chosen Children didn't need me or my KNOWLEDGE… Tentomon didn't even need me
anymore… so who would care… or even notice if I was gone… I'll just lie down
and wait for it. That's it, just wait for death to come. Things were looking
darker already. Darker… darker. Dark. Blackness. And then the light, the light
that was death, I moved to it.
Welcomed it. Beckoned it to finally
come to me.
Death wore a lot more pink than I
would imagine. Wait. "Mimi-chan…?" I asked pitifully.
The figure nodded.
"I'm sorry I can't be for you
what you wanted me to be."
The figured frowned and words were
spoken, but I couldn't hear them. Still, I knew what they would be: "I
hate you…"
With that, I closed my eyes once
more and waited. Within seconds I could almost hear the slice of the scythe of
death just before…
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A gloved hand lifted the spiky
brown-haired boy's still warm head by his neck. His closed eyes and all around
stillness, told the owner of the hand that he was dead. Tears. The girl who
held the dead boy wept for his demise. She knew the darkness had consumed him,
eaten him alive. And though that with his sacrifice, the darkness had been
killed, Mimi Tachikawa still couldn't bare the thought of their loss, her loss.
Placing the limp body down, she pulled her hands to her lips and pressed
against her fingers lightly, then slid her fingertips along the boy's face,
finally resting on his lips and then pulling away. For the first time, for the
last time.
"Koushiro-kun…"
End.
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