A/N: Written for the Dice and Drabbles Challenge at the Digimon Fanfiction Challenges Forum (link's in profile), with second roll=1, (total=7) prompt: plastic.
Drabbles of Frontier
2: Plastic 1 (Kouji)
It wasn't a game, with plastic swords and shields and an infinite amount of life left by the end of it. But no-one else seemed to understand that, every time they fought, they put their own lives at risk.
And for what? For a world that had absolutely nothing to do with them? For the sake of it? His life wasn't that valuable but he still wanted to be alive at the end of it. He didn't want to die, not when Duskmon slashed his back open aiming for Takuya's head. Not when he swung the sword towards his neck.
