Rainy Days

He never did like rainy days. Because he wasn't the type of guy who liked to sit around.

Takuya K

Rating: K+


7 – Flooding Dams

The first time he was away from home for so long, he didn't cry. Sure, he was homesick, to an extent, but he allowed him to enjoy the once in a lifetime experience. The new friends, the camping out, the leading, and the lack of rules and other pressing matters of the real world.

When he watched his friends been beaten down due to his own failure, watched one take the near-fatal hit which was meant to have been for him, he didn't cry. Sure, he was down, even to the extent to being depressed in a sense, giving up and trudging home while bringing with him the fear of Duskmon's shadow.

All those times he nearly died (and when he thought about it, there were quite a few), he didn't shed a single tear. When he pushed his body out of the way of the oncoming truck (literally), when Duskmon's sword almost took his head, when Dynasmon almost throttled him, when Lucemon scanned a part of his data and almost it all, when Mercurymon almost stuffed him into that coffin of his...and the list goes on.

He didn't cry all those times they failed to save those innocent Digimon. He didn't cry when he watched one of his best friends vanish into fractal code before his eyes. He didn't cry when he received the words that he may still be alive...nor when he saw the still body on the operating table. No, that honour was for his brother alone.

But when those blue eyes opened, and the heart monitor beside them beeped to life, he cried. But they weren't tears of sadness, of guilt, or of pain. They were tears of joy. Tears washing away the residue of hurt and clearing the way for the rising sun.

It was a good thing the others were all crying too, otherwise he would have found that quite embarrassing later on. After all, that was probably one of the only times he had cried since his diaper days.