I don't own Digimon although I wish I did. This part is mostly in Mr. Kami…I mean Tai's POV. Boy I've been saying that a lot haven't I? Lol.
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Being a teenager is hard; I know that. I didn't expect it to be this way though. I suppose you're wondering what happened after I called Sora…
"Um listen…would you um…?"
"Yeah Tai? I'm listening…"
"Well I was sort of wondering if you might go to a movie with me…"
"Well sure, we do that every week…"
"Well not in that way. I meant as a date…"
"Oh I see…"
"But if you don't want to you know you…"
"I'd love to."
"Don't have to…Could you repeat that again?"
"I love you Taichi Kamiya, I always have…."
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And so it was like that for a long while. It left me with a very memorable year. We kissed. We held hands. We hugged. All that mushy stuff 5 year olds can't stand. I really didn't care what happened with that whole angel/death/jobs thing. That is, until it was Friday once again and a vengeful angel called me…
The phone rang with an eerie tone. Almost as if it was magical. Almost as if it was on fire. It shook violently, more than it's usual slight tremor. It was angry…
"Hello."
"You didn't listen to me did you, Mr. Kamiya?"
"Um I sorta got sidetracked. If you could just give me some more time I'll do all those pointless things for you and more."
"It's too late now. You didn't keep your end of the bargain. All this was fabricated for your benefit. You broke your promise now. Since you didn't keep your end of the bargain, I don't see any reason why I can't change the conditions of my end of it…"
"What?!"
"Hahahahahaha. I know what you're thinking now, Mr. Kamiya. She will die and you'll live the rest of your life knowing it was your fault for you see I won't let you die. No, no. In fact, I'll protect you until you're old and feeble."
"No, you can't…you wouldn't dare…"
"Oh? Wouldn't I? Hahahahahah. You really thought I was an angel? Hahahahah. Well know this, I'm a demon. What kind you ask? A demon of hate and suffering. Hahahhaahha."
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At first I wouldn't believe it. I mean, who would? Nobody would ever kill a sweet, innocent girl would they? But the next day, Sora got into a car accident…
You know, my 7th grade teacher always asked me to define the word ironic. I would always use it in the wrong way and he would always tell me to look it up in the dictionary. The irony of this story? She was hit by the car that was meant for me. It was the same car. The same driver. Except, a different death…
So in the end, there was no "great enemy" or "evil one." It was all a joke, a goddamn joke. I guess those "angels" think it's funny when they send a sweet, innocent girl to her death. It's my fault though. If I hadn't agreed to do those stupid tasks, she might still be alive. Why the hell am I so gullible? I should have detected something wrong. I should have paid more attention.
I've lost all faith now. I don't believe in heaven. I don't believe in anywhere where you can actually enjoy yourself. All because I lost her. What God would someone you loved with all your heart be killed?
I told my parents what I had experienced, but of course they wouldn't believe me. In fact, I was sent to a psychologist. My mom thought I was making up things because I was in denial. I tried convincing my shrink. He didn't believe me either. I don't suppose any reasonable person would. So I faked it. I said I was making it all up. After all, he could have had me sent to a mental institution in the blink of an eye.
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Author's Notes
I really don't know what to think about this part. It seems like a great change of pace in writing to me…….Review in that box below if you want or if you think it's a waste of time don't.