I don't own digimon.
Character: Unkown
Universe: Tamers
Notes: Last one of the year, well maybe...
Chapter 21
Close Enough
He stared at the sunset, taking it all in.
For him, it was a bittersweet feeling. Each one came as a constant reminder of his failed promise.
"Tomorrow it will be." he thought, strolling towards the old shack he called home. "Maybe then, they'll believe me once again."
The protagonist bit down into a roll, taking a huge bite out of it. His gaze wandered to the far wall of his adobe, which he had decorated with pictures of him and his friends. Some of them, showed a group of humans and digimon all together in reluctant harmony. They were young and foolish, yet brightly optimistic for their futures. Maybe that was their downfall in a way, always expecting things to work out in the end. Yet, they somehow managed to save the two worlds along with bringing peace between them. The mystical reward of parting from their partners was the only reward they ever got for it.
"Anyone there?" he turned around, spotting a young boy standing at the open door to his hut. He was dressed simply, just a blue t-shirt with grey pants and green sneakers. "Dad, there's a big red dinosaur in our shed!"
An older man walked up, dressed in pretty much the same outfit as his son.
"Uh, Hi…" the man greeted, only for the dinosaur to perk up.
"Takotomon is back!" Guilimon announced, only for the man to sigh.
"Uh… I'm not the person you're looking for." the man explained, only for Guilimon to sigh. "At the very least, you can join my family."
"Sounds good!"
While it wasn't Takoto, it would work fine enough for him...