By Amai
Disclaimer- Digimon and all it's characters are not copyright me, but copyright Toei Animation/Bandai (there probably are others, but I can't remember offhand). I wish they were, but sadly, not all wishes come true. The only thing that's copyright me is this fanfic, so no stealing, kiddies.
Author's Notes- Second to last part! Sorry that it's short..but this has two endings. To let you see what could happen if he picked one of them. The endings are drastically different, just to let you know. *grins* I'm pretty sure you won't exactly expect them...but I could be wrong! All in all, I'm kinda dissappointed with this one, it's rather boring..but I'll let you, the reader decide this. As always, read and review!
"I can't keep running like this...", Daisuke stopped. His tears had dried up from his run, but his fear and maddening confusion obviously hadn't. Every time someone got close to him, he felt the need to push them off. All of this..it was choking him. Like Ken had said before..
Too much water to a rose will kill it...
He was dying. He felt like it....being drowned in his own water, made from his confusion and fear. He just wanted to be alone...but at the same time, he craved having someone with him. Contradictions, hypocrisy...it was strangling him by it's very hands.
"Shimatta..why I am I so...so..."
"Alone, maybe? Because you're running away."
"Huh?!", Daisuke's head snapped over to the speaker. A ghost, perhaps...? But ghosts didn't exist! He was a boy, seemingly Daisuke's own age, with a melancholy gleam to his face...which resembled Ken's in many ways.
"You're running away, thus you are trapping yourself in the endless game of cat and mouse between you, and whoever admires you."
"Who are you?", Daisuke asked, not answering the boy's question. The spirit sighed, but complied to Daisuke's question. This was going to be a bit more difficult than he expected.
"My name is Ichijouji Osamu..."
Ichijouji? As in Ichijouji Ken? That wasn't possible....Ken didn't have a brother. If he did, wouldn't people know about him...seeing that the genius was on the news coverage with his family almost every day?
"Hai, yes...I am Ken's brother. Late brother I might add. But I digress, that's not important. What is, however..", he stressed the "however" purposely, to notify Daisuke that he did not appreciate being led off track. "..is how you're going to solve this little problem of yours, Ken's and Takeru's."
"Takeru?"
Osamu sighed again. "You're noticed Ken's obsession over yourself, ne? And I'm sure that you know Takeru harbors the same love for you as does my brother...just there are differences, obviously."
Daisuke nodded, feeling that sinking feeling again. The two sources of water for the fragile rose...choking him, pulling him into their grasp.
"It's a rivalry. As Takeru's love grows for you, Ken's jealousy grows as well. Both are at the danger of creating chaos because of such a trivial thing..and you're not helping by running away ever time one of them nears you."
"But..I can't do anything else..! I feel so helpless!", Daisuke cried out, not wanting to accept the fact that Osamu was right, rather make excuses.
"Quit it.", Osamu said firmly, like he was reprimanding the boy. "You aren't helpless...you're the only way that we can even -hope- for a change in this game. You must pick one of the boys..because you obviously do feel something for at least one of them, ne?"
"I..I do..but..I don't know who it is..I..", he felt the feel of a dead man on his shoulder. Osamu looked up at him with eyes reflecting his own.
"You must do what's the best for you...", the vision of Osamu started to flicker, like a light dying. "Ken's aware of me...now...remember...you must..choo-", before he could finish the sentence he flashed away. Daisuke straightened up, motivation taking it's turn for once. He cringed a small bit hearing a familiar voice say,
"Daisuke, I've finally found you."
You try to look, but you can't to see,
You're blinded with my fantasy,
You try in vain to shun your eyes,
You're here to worship the one you despise.
Your eyes are closed from the thought.
Of love which makes your soul distraught,
Refusing to believe it might be true,
That he is right, and wrong are you.
You yearned for love,
And when you retrieved it,
It burned you soul,
Making you know you were not fit.
Love exists in one's mind,
Don't deny it's existence,
It will come at you fast,
With a raging persistence.
If you try to tame a wild flower, will it grow...? Will you be able to capture its need, it's want..its love for its water? Or will you destroy it with overabundance of its food...? Who will win this fight for this rose...vibrant, yet disturbed rose?
The question is about to be answered...but at a price.
Can choices be made,
If two people are true,
Pick the one you love,
Will the other hate you?