He kept seeing Davis' body. The area on his stomach had been covered in blotches of purple and blue. Tk didn't believe the words that had come out of Davis' mouth. A couple fights? He didn't think that Davis was that serious about fighting with other students. Tk needed more information, he couldn't let something like this go. But he also couldn't make Davis tell him the truth. Tk sighed.
Tk had excused himself to the bathroom a little while later, wanting to be alone for a moment to collect his thoughts.
"Tk, you're worrying to much. He said it was just because an old fight…" Tk whispered to himself.
TK looked around and saw Davis' backpack underneath the counter. Davis must have forgotten it when he left quickly, trying to obtain distance from his fellow digidestined. He bit his lip, knowing that it was not right to snoop.
Don't do it. Shaking his head, TK went back out and decided to go back to his brother's room. Davis had returned and was sitting there acting like nothing happened. Nothing did happen…or did it? TK sat down next to Matt and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl on his brother's lap. There was a moment of silence, which Matt and Tai quickly noticed as it had not been there before.
"Hey do you guys want to go skiing tomorrow?" Tai rolled on his back after everyone nodded. "Cool."
Davis turned around and stole the bowl of popcorn from the blond brothers.
"Hey! I was eating that!"
Davis smirked. "Well I guess you aren't now…"
Tk stood up, "Give it back!"
Davis pretended to think for a moment and Tk found himself covered in popcorn. Davis, grinning a few inches away, now stood with an empty bowl.
"Oops."
TK bent down and grabbed some popcorn from the floor. He looked at Davis. "Well, you know, I was always taught to share…" He threw it at Davis, and a popcorn war began. Tai and Matt were laughing from the sidelines, enjoying the scene. Or at least they were until they both got hit. Tai and Matt retaliated and so the battle continued.
15 minutes later…
Davis was gasping in a chair, completely exhausted. TK was a few feet away from Davis on the floor with the same expression while the older two were lying on their respective beds. All breathing hard. Tk took a moment and when he finally sat up, he let out a laugh. All of them were covered in popcorn.
"That was so much fun." Matt nodded in agreement.
"But let's not do that again." Tai gestured around the now messy room.
Davis laughed. The room did look pretty terrible now. Davis' lifted an eyebrow, turning to Tk after hearing a gasp.
Tk noticed the funny looks. "It's because it's hard to believe Tai was right."
Matt laughed as his best friend pounced on Tk, tickling him. "Is that so?"
TK laughed as he tried pushing Tai off. Tai only stopped when he felt Tk had had enough. Tk was left breathless on the floor. Davis watched, suddenly feeling down. He was once again reminded of how much he wish he could have had Tk's life. Tk was everything he wanted to be. Everything his father wanted him to be. His father...Davis' chest tightened.
...
Davis was spending another afternoon in his room, alone. He had turned into what someone called a loner. He didn't feel joy doing things he used to find pleasure in.
SLAM
Davis jumped when he heard the door close from downstairs. He knew right away who caused the noise.
"Boy, get down here!"
Davis quickly closed his conversation with Kari and started to get up when he saw his background. It was his family. It had been taken before the divorce, before his parents had decided that they couldn't stand one another. He knew that he should change it, it hurt looking at it. But whenever he tried, he couldn't force himself to chose another option. He would probably never change that background. Davis knew he was taking a while to obey his father and quickly made his way down to what he knew was his impending doom.
When Davis started down the stairs, he gazed down at his very angry father.
"Y-yeah, dad?" Internally he grimaced. He hated how his voice would waver. He despised calling this man his father now. The man did not deserve that title. The only response was narrowing of eyes.
"God, why do you have to be so stupid? All your friends are smart kids and what do I get? I get stuck with you!" At this point, Mr. Motomiya had minimized the distance between them and was in his son's face.
Even though Davis tried to prepare himself, he knew exactly the sequence of events. He was still unable to brace himself for the punch that was delivered to his gut.
Davis stumbled backwards, grasping the rail of the stairs to stop from falling. Mr. Motomiya grabbed the collar of Davis' shirt and pulled him down the stairs. When he touched ground, he threw Davis into the hall, which so happened to be the same area as the coffee table.
"You're so weak! Care to explain this?" With that, his father threw a paper at Davis.
Davis stared at his father for a moment more, terrified of what was on the piece of paper. He uncrumpled the paper to see that it was his report card. He had all D's and C's. Davis sighed. He knew this was going to happen. He had tried to pay attention in class, knew that he would be punished if he didn't do well. But he couldn't. He began to feel that everything was hopeless and not worth it. He couldn't force himself to try as much as he had had in the past.
"Dad, I'm sorry. I tried-"
Davis' head turned from the force of the blow. He shut his mouth, knew that his dad wouldn't accept any excuses. He should have known saying sorry wouldn't do anything.
"You tried? Obviously not. Are you really that stupid? At every turn, you disgrace me more and more."
Davis lowered his eyes. He knew it shouldn't hurt any more, but he still wanted to make his dad proud. Even though this man belittled him and hurt him, he wanted to believe that if he made his dad happy, things would get better.
He was fooling himself, but even with this knowledge, he cared about his dad's opinion.
...
Davis shook his head. Matt and Tai were discussing a scene that was playing but when Davis moved his gaze, he was startled to see that Tk was looking back at him. Davis raised in eyebrow. It appeared that Tk wasn't actually looking at Davis, more like looking through him. Which Davis felt people did rather frequently.
"What, Tk?" That seemed to snap Tk back to reality.
"Huh? Oh well you seemed sad. What were you thinking about?" Davis found it difficult to look at Tk. Concern was brightly vivid in his blue eyes. Davis, looking to the side of Tk, just shrugged. He knew that TK wanted to know, was concerned about his friend, but Davis knew he couldn't do anything. Tk couldn't help him. So no matter how much Davis just wanted to tell someone, to finally know the truth about him, he locked it away.
"Nothing."
