*leans in from behind a doorway, looking at you all with narrowed eyes* … You can hate me later for this preview of a POSSIBLE sequel for this story… *rolls away*
People say that it takes time for wounds to heal, and even longer for scars to fade away... but for me, it's very different.
Why is it so different?
Well, I guess it's because I don't even remember that much of my childhood, I didn't really remember most of my friends I had when I was younger either.
I started noticing things other people never seemed to notice.
What was it that I noticed?
Digimon.
I had noticed that digimon were appearing in the real world, looking for someone to be their partners.
They had been looking for someone to make them stronger in order to survive.
"We'll play again sometime soon right?" A soft chibi like voice asks; a little hamster like creature with bat wings for ears. Its deep golden eyes look up into the maroon eyes of a little kid; no older than at least six or perhaps seven.
This boy is none other than Takato, one of the digidestined. As for what a digidestined is; they are children chose to protect and save a whole other world filled with amazing creatures called Digital monsters, or in other terms as they liked to be called; Digimon.
You see; this takes place as of the promise Takato had made with his very first friend; and digimon partner. Now, why don't we get back to the story.
The little six year old shakes a bit as tears fall from his eyes as his first friend.
"Y...Yeah! I promise Tsukaimon. We'll play again real soon! And we can even play pranks on the old kids too!" He smiles as he says this, but the tears falling from his eyes; and the aching in his heart told him different as his best friend, and partner, explodes into data, however as the data had gone to reform as something that was an egg-like shape, someone else however, had something different planned as claws tear into the reforming data, absorbing the data with evil, cruel, red glowing eyes look down at the young digidestined.
Takato looked both ways as he walked across the road at a slow and steady place, lost in thought as he mingles with the crowds; he trudged along back to his family's bakery, his arms laden with groceries his mother had forgotten to get at the store earlier that day.
Takato pauses as he waits for the light to turn red so he may cross the street to get home, a soft sigh escapes his lips as the light finally changes to red, as he walks across the street as it starts to rain; as the boy passes across the street, he notices a shadow fly right past him, making him pause as he finds himself looking where he could have sworn he saw the shadow completely freezes up as his eyes lock with a cristine blue of a fox like creature that stood up on its back legs, and a single thought flies into Takato's mind, Digimon, as Takato thinks this, he shivers a bit as he now darts across the street and practically flies into his home, he slides across the floor with his wet sneakers, the squeaking scratchy noise is heard through the bakery, causing his father to poke his head out from the kitchen and look at his son strangely.
"You okay Takato? It sounds like you had quite an entrance."
Takato smiles sheepishly at this and looks away, a slight embarrassed blush on his face. "Y...Yeah, I'm okay Dad, Just a little wet from the rain."`
Takato's dad shakes his head as he laughs softly at this "Only you Takato.. only you can make an entrance like that." Takato's smile widens a bit at this.
"Yeah.. only me Dad... only me..." Takato says softly as he slowly puts the groceries away before making his way to his sanctuary, Also known as his room, as he gets into his room, he somewhat roughly closes the door, glaring a bit as he tosses his card pack onto the bed before walking to the doors that kept his room separated from the balcony attached to his room, which lead him to opening the glass doors and leaving his room to stand on the wet balcony, the rain soaking him to the bone as he leans on the railing of the balcony, looking down at the streets, watching people run around to get out of the rain, as Takato watches this he finds himself snorting as he continues to watch the people, mentally commenting about how stupid the humans were most of the time, and just as fast as the thoughts had pulled up into the metaphorical station called Takato's mind, are derailed. He never talked or even thought like that..
Takato looks down at his hands as everything goes silent, his eyes blank as he stares at the shaking.. red stained hands, the red was dripping, and it wouldn't just stop.
Takato backs up, trying to get the red blood off his hands by shaking them, and even wiping them off on his pants, but the red was still there.
Takato backs up more before tripping over something, falling on his back, his eyes were impossibly wide as he looked around, his heart beating rapidly before he looks around, and he freezes up completely, fear in his eyes. "Where... Where the hell am I?!" Takato shakily gets up, forgetting about the red blood staining his hands as he looks around, unaware of the eyes watching him.
So…. *looks at you all blankly*... I've been mulling it over, and decided to post what I have for the preview on this thing.. And I still haven't decided this stupid thing so.. Yeah.. Most likely not gonna be seen any time soon… BUT YEAH!1 Leave your comments down as a review, Maybe I'll write more.. I have no clue to tell the truth.