Author's Note: Summer has started for me here, but it doesn't much feel like it. Technically I guess it's still spring, though, so I guess I can't get too upset at the fluctuating temperature and the rain and the gloom. It just gives me an excuse to curl up and read fanfics and try to figure out which of my own to continue working on. Thank you all for your on-going support, even years after something was last updated.
Theme: Dead Wrong
He loved the Digital World. He really and truly did. But when you didn't get a choice as to when you arrived and you couldn't easily leave, it started to feel like a prison no matter how vast and beautiful and exciting it was.
Sometimes, Ryo accepted his lot with minimal complaint. He traveled and tried to see as much of the Digital World as he could, just him and Cyberdramon. He helped the Digimon he encountered, tried to make his presence a good and meaningful one.
Other times, he didn't have a thought to spare for anything but escape.
He tried finding gaps in the world at first, the way he seemed to have arrived, but those usually only got him into trouble so he began avoiding them instead. And then he'd taken to staring at the sky, looking at the world above, and wondering if that was home.
"If we can break through the sky layer," he said, thinking out loud, "then maybe we can get there. You think?"
Cyberdramon just shrugged. He didn't care one way or another. Ryo took it as agreement though, and nodded.
"We're going to do it. We're going through the sky," he decided.
But no matter what way they tried, no matter how high they traveled, it wasn't enough. It was never enough to get him home.