Through Their Eyes: Two Brothers by Child of the Faeries
Part 5: Jyou searches for his father, and Yamato learns the truth about his brother.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of it's characters.
Is our path in life our own choosing? Or do we drift into it with closed eyes, unable to change or resist?
Jyou walked out of the palace, covered in the darkness that night brings. He could see Yamato and Ken looking at the stars, Yamato pointing to the brightest and highest star in the sky. Jyou smiled in spite his impending sense of dread. They were such good friends..... he would hate being away from them.
He walked up to the guards, determined. They were surprised, to say the least, but they allowed him to pass through. He heard whispers running through the them as the gates opened, but all this he ignored.
He stood at the street corner, waiting for a bus to arrive. To anyone else, he would look like a casual bystander- just another person waiting for the bus.
It arrived, and he clamored into it, seating himself near the back. Closing his eyes, he relaxed, feeling the bus gain momentum and start skidding through the night.
His mind started to drift as the bus traveled through the city. Memories flooded his mind...
He remembered his whole family went to the beach. It was the first time Jyou had ever seen the ocean, and Shin held his hands as they jumped into the salty waves together.
Their father stood on the shore, yelling at the boys to be careful and not touch any animals because they could seriously hurt someone. Their father was a doctor, so the boys listened to him because he was smarter than them.
He had been scared of the water, scared at how big and deep the ocean was. But Shin had coaxed him, telling him it was okay. His big brother was there. Nothing to fear.
I miss him.
He got off the bus a while later and entered the subway system. He had a difficult time finding a direct route to Odiaba, but somehow he managed.
What will I do when I see him? Will I slap him? Or harshly criticize him? Beat him to submission?
I am one the Three Kings. I have beaten impossible odds already. This is only one more obstacle to beat.
He shivered, not because he was cold but because he was afraid. Afraid of the consequences his action would have.
"Yamato, can I talk to you for a second?" Mimi asked, grabbing hold of his arm. Ken took the hint and disappeared.
"What do you want?" His voice was cold, clipped.
"I just wanted to tell you about Takeru-"
"What about him, Mimi?" His voice was cold. "Oh he's a sweet kid and all, Yamato. I truly love him and all, but gosh! All this war stuff has gotten me scared and now I need to hide behind the three most powerful people in Japan! Get a life, Mimi. I don't want to hear it."
"Yamato....." Mimi's voice caught, and she choked back tears.
"Do you want something?"
"Yama-"
"I don't have time for this." Turning, he strode away. Mimi stood alone.
"Mimi....what are you doing out here all alone?" Daisuke asked softly, joining her.
"I was trying tell Yamato......about......Takeru......and....Oh my gosh. I can't do it, Daisuke. I just can't. He won't listen.... to me...."
Daisuke stood in silence for a moment.
"Perhaps I should tell him."
Mimi faced him, her eyes shimmering. "You would do that? Sacrifice your friendship with Yamato?"
"If that sacrificed our friendship, then we didn't have much of one, did we?"
"I can't stand sitting here doing nothing!" Taichi exclaimed the next day. "We have to do something!! I feel so useless!!"
"Taichi, calm down," Sora called from the other side of the room. "You know we can't do anything until we know the complete layout of the palace and where the three kings will most likely by stationed for the night of our attack."
"That's all work I'm not involved in. Miyako is supposed to be hacking into the systems and figuring it all out."
"I'm not Wonder-Girl, Taichi. These things take time," Miyako spat out, her tone turning venomous.
"Just get it done. Can't Iori help you? Instead of practicing that stupid kendo like he is right now?"
"Taichi," Hikari said softly from where she was sitting, " If Iori didn't take his anger out in kendo, he would be taking it out on you. Be glad he's outside doing that instead of pounding your face in."
"Stupid Iori," Taichi muttered to himself at he started to read another book on strategies. " I could take him down."
"Sure you could, Taichi," Miyako said, turning back to her computer.
Iori stayed outside, moving into a new stance. From the looks of everything inside the shelter, Taichi had just started a new fight and lost. Good.
He practiced harder, pushing his endurance. Again. Again. Each time a new move, quicker each time.
He could feel his anger rushing out of him, freeing him. At times like this he felt free- free as a bird flying wherever it wished.
Hikari looked out the window, watching Iori twist and bend. She blinked and he was somewhere else, always moving.
The sun shone on him, and for the first time Hikari noticed how handsome Iori had grown. Tall and slender. He still styled his hair like when he was a child, but somehow it looked classy while preserving his innocence.
Iori could feel eyes on him and stopped. He blushed crimson when he noticed Hikari watching him through the window. He gave a small smile and sat down on the grass, meditating.
All the while, Hikari continued to watch him, mystified.
Jyou stood in front of the apartment building. After a night of terrible sleeping in a cheesy hotel, he was in a bad mood.
Did it always look this old and rickety? he thought as he entered the front door. The paint was tarnished, and the whole place seemed to be falling apart.
So is my life.
He remembered running up and down these hallways with Shin, terrorizing the neighbors.
He remembered seeing two little boys fighting in the hallway. One had brown hair, the other blond. They hit each other until Shin broke the two apart and sent them home. Taichi had been defiant, but he was scared of Shin and always listened. Yamato, the shy one, disappeared without a word.
May baskets. He remembered stealing the May baskets off the doors of the apartments that two little girls lived in, Sora and Mimi. Sora almost caught them, but Shin was able to open their apartment door just in time.
That young boy that lived upstairs with the funny red hair. Jyou had always laughed at him but Shin made him stop. It wasn't nice.
The Ishidas, their next door neighbors. Jyou's mom and Nancy Ishida were good friends, and she often let Shin come over and watch the young Takeru while she worked on her writing in the computer room. Yamato was never happy when he did that, but you would never hear him complain. He didn't talk much.
Memories..... these memories haunted him. Here, there...... everywhere were memories of Shin.
"Why?" he cried out sadly. "Why won't the past just let me be?" A door opened, and a young girl walked out.
"Hey, who are you? Are you new to the building?" she asked, walking nearer.
Jyou turned away. Faster, faster.........Down the stairs his feet pounded, freeing him from the cobwebs that past had spun around him.
Once he got outside, he breathed a breath of relief. Tonight. This would all end tonight.
"Yama-kun, can I talk to you for a minute?" Daisuke asked, sitting on his couch. Yamato moved from the bookshelf and sat beside his friend. "I hope I'm not bothering you."
"Nope. I was just fixing that picture of Takeru. It's the only one I have, you see. I can't wait until we get everything under control and he can join us here." He smiled, happiness flooding out of his eyes.
"Yamato...... Takeru will never be able to do that," Daisuke said, each word harder and harder to say.
"What do you mean? Of course he can come here." Yamato looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh, you mean that stupid resistance, don't you? I bet Takeru's involved in that. Oh well. I forgive him."
"No, Yamato......That's not it."
"What are you trying to say, Dai?" Yamato asked, looking his friend in the eyes. "We're good friends, yeah? You can tell me anything."
Daisuke swallowed. "You hate Mimi, because she disowned Takeru. Ditched him. That's not the case."
"Sure it is."
"No! It's not. Takeru...... was my best friend, Yamato. We.....were like brothers. And Mimi..... Mimi loved him more than her own life. She would never leave him."
"What are you saying? Takeru disowned her?"
"No. Yamato...." Daisuke's voice dropped low, whispering. "Your soldiers......... they killed him."
The light in Yamato's eyes disappeared. "No."
"I was there. Mimi said something, and they turned to fire at her, and he jumped in front of the gun. Yamato...... I....."
"That can't be true. No." Yamato stood up. "I would never be responsible for my own brother's death. You're lying."
"Yama- would I lie about something like that?" Daisuke said softly. "I thought we were friends. Friends trust each other." All Hope drained out of Yamato's eyes.
"No."
Yamato's eyes were filled with pain. "I killed my brother," he said, horrified.
"No, Yamato. You didn't."
"I killed my brother. Cursed blood! I feel his blood upon my hands......." Yamato mumbled incoherently. He sank to the floor, tears running down his face.
"I killed my brother. Takeru........" Sobs wracked his body, and Daisuke sat beside him.
"I am a monster," Yamato wept, his tears drowning him, and then he said no more.
Iori sat next to Hikari, watching everyone. Miyako was working on the computer, wrinkling her nose as she sent and received emails. Sora stared distractedly out the window, looking anywhere but at Taichi, and Hikari seemed oblivious to everyone and everything.
"Finally! Miyako has almost all the data compiled and then we can attack!" Taichi said, springing from his seat. "At last!"
"Taichi. Our foolhardy leader," Iori crowed from his seat. "He'll kill us all."
Silence fell over the room. No one dared speak.
"Iori, this really isn't the time-" Hikari started, but Iori ignored her.
"You just don't understand, Taichi. You think you're so smart," he continued, smiling widely. "You don't understand that someone is already two steps ahead of you. Once you make these plans, they'll know it instantly.
"Once we arrive at the palace, we're dead. It's that simple."
"What are you talking about?" Miyako said loudly, standing up. "Iori, what has gotten into you?"
"One of us is a spy, Taichi. Which one do you think it is?" Iori said, sitting back in his chair. Everyone else glared at him.
"Have you lost your mind?"
"Choose. Better make it quick before she destroys us all."
Taichi looked afraid, and he muttered weakly, "I can't."
Iori smiled.
Koushiro sat in his apartment watching the sun's dying rays. Darkness was settling over the city, and people were disappearing into the murky blackness.
Everything looked so desolate. So cold.
He reread Mimi's last email. So Jyou was gone. No one knew when he would return. Daisuke had told Yamato about Takeru's death, and Yamato was shattered.
Now would be the time to fight, his mind told him. Strike down Yamato while he is weak. Defenseless.
His destiny. Mimi said if he followed his heart, wherever it let, they would all meet up again. Perhaps even beyond Death.
Koushiro wanted to die. As hard as he tried to beat this overwhelming depression, it rocked his body every waking minute. Dragging him down.
Even his one-sided love to Mimi couldn't stop this wave of darkness. The only way to stop it..... remove the reason he felt this gloom. Free himself once again.
"My friends.......... Ken and Yamato....... Is it worth it?"
Deep in his heart, he had already made up his mind. He was going to the palace, with only one goal in his heart, and it wasn't to see Mimi.
He was going to kill Yamato and Ken. Maybe Jyou if he was back.
Only then he would be whole again.
At least, that was what he hoped.
"Yamato, I'm sorry," Mimi whispered, running her fingers though his hair. "I wanted to tell you, but.... you never wanted to talk to me. You always pushed me away."
Yamato sat in silence. "Yamato, you're drowning in your sorrow. It's going to kill you. Do you understand that? You haven't said a word since Daisuke told you. Yama, talk to me!" she pleaded, turning his face towards hers. " I want to help. I know what you're going through. So does Daisuke. Talk to us."
She looked at him. All of his bitterness was gone. His hatred had left. All of his protective walls were torn down. He was broken.
And his eyes...... his eyes haunted her even after she left his room. He looked so helpless and hurt, dreamless.
But as she turned to go, he had whispered something. "I will never fight again." Mimi was sad, sad because she knew how devastating it was to lose someone so precious.
But Yamato was refusing to fight. He would not contribute to the upcoming battle against Taichi, she was sure. In his eyes that would only bring more death.
As she walked down the hall, she noticed Jun lurking in the shadows. "I will.....ki......Yamato......."
Confused, she walked away, her thoughts still on her sad friend, lost in a world without his closest companion.
Jyou walked down the narrow hallway. He closed his eyes and clicked open his knife as he approached his old apartment. He kicked the door in.
Nothing happened. There was no movement, no sound. Jyou walked around, wary. Entering the living room, he saw a bald head sticking up in an armchair. Jyou kicked the chair and it spun around.
In the chair sat a very haggard man. The years shown in his eyes and in the wrinkles that wove their way through his face.
"I knew you'd come back," he whispered softly, grabbing Jyou's hand. "I knew it."
"Don't touch me, old man!" Jyou cried out, pulling his hand back and thrusting the knife forward. "I came here to kill you."
"Jyou....it's been so long....."
"Not long enough."
"I am an old man. Can you really condone killing an defenseless old man?"
"Can you really condone killing your son?" Jyou spat back, his eyes narrowly.
"What?"
"Shin, Father. Have you already forgotten? You killed him, Father. Just like you would have killed me. Not all at once, I grant you, but little by little you were killing me, too."
"Jyou, I cannot fix the past....."
"And for that reason you shall die." He drew the knife back, towering over the old man.
Somehow he never thought it would end like this. He thought his father would still be tall and strong, and they would fight. This almost seemed too easy. It felt wrong.
"I do not pretend to understand your heart, Jyou...... but I am pleading you to reconsider what you are doing."
"Never, Father." Jyou leaned forward, whispering. "This is for Shin." All coherent thoughts fled his mind.
As he thrust the knife at his father, a movement in the doorway caught his eye and he turned. Gasping, he dropped the knife.
In the doorway stood Shin.
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Well...... yeah. I think there's going to be 3 more parts....... This is my longest fic ever!!! Yeah!!!!! Anyways, please tell me what you think!!!!
Part 5: Jyou searches for his father, and Yamato learns the truth about his brother.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of it's characters.
Is our path in life our own choosing? Or do we drift into it with closed eyes, unable to change or resist?
Jyou walked out of the palace, covered in the darkness that night brings. He could see Yamato and Ken looking at the stars, Yamato pointing to the brightest and highest star in the sky. Jyou smiled in spite his impending sense of dread. They were such good friends..... he would hate being away from them.
He walked up to the guards, determined. They were surprised, to say the least, but they allowed him to pass through. He heard whispers running through the them as the gates opened, but all this he ignored.
He stood at the street corner, waiting for a bus to arrive. To anyone else, he would look like a casual bystander- just another person waiting for the bus.
It arrived, and he clamored into it, seating himself near the back. Closing his eyes, he relaxed, feeling the bus gain momentum and start skidding through the night.
His mind started to drift as the bus traveled through the city. Memories flooded his mind...
He remembered his whole family went to the beach. It was the first time Jyou had ever seen the ocean, and Shin held his hands as they jumped into the salty waves together.
Their father stood on the shore, yelling at the boys to be careful and not touch any animals because they could seriously hurt someone. Their father was a doctor, so the boys listened to him because he was smarter than them.
He had been scared of the water, scared at how big and deep the ocean was. But Shin had coaxed him, telling him it was okay. His big brother was there. Nothing to fear.
I miss him.
He got off the bus a while later and entered the subway system. He had a difficult time finding a direct route to Odiaba, but somehow he managed.
What will I do when I see him? Will I slap him? Or harshly criticize him? Beat him to submission?
I am one the Three Kings. I have beaten impossible odds already. This is only one more obstacle to beat.
He shivered, not because he was cold but because he was afraid. Afraid of the consequences his action would have.
"Yamato, can I talk to you for a second?" Mimi asked, grabbing hold of his arm. Ken took the hint and disappeared.
"What do you want?" His voice was cold, clipped.
"I just wanted to tell you about Takeru-"
"What about him, Mimi?" His voice was cold. "Oh he's a sweet kid and all, Yamato. I truly love him and all, but gosh! All this war stuff has gotten me scared and now I need to hide behind the three most powerful people in Japan! Get a life, Mimi. I don't want to hear it."
"Yamato....." Mimi's voice caught, and she choked back tears.
"Do you want something?"
"Yama-"
"I don't have time for this." Turning, he strode away. Mimi stood alone.
"Mimi....what are you doing out here all alone?" Daisuke asked softly, joining her.
"I was trying tell Yamato......about......Takeru......and....Oh my gosh. I can't do it, Daisuke. I just can't. He won't listen.... to me...."
Daisuke stood in silence for a moment.
"Perhaps I should tell him."
Mimi faced him, her eyes shimmering. "You would do that? Sacrifice your friendship with Yamato?"
"If that sacrificed our friendship, then we didn't have much of one, did we?"
"I can't stand sitting here doing nothing!" Taichi exclaimed the next day. "We have to do something!! I feel so useless!!"
"Taichi, calm down," Sora called from the other side of the room. "You know we can't do anything until we know the complete layout of the palace and where the three kings will most likely by stationed for the night of our attack."
"That's all work I'm not involved in. Miyako is supposed to be hacking into the systems and figuring it all out."
"I'm not Wonder-Girl, Taichi. These things take time," Miyako spat out, her tone turning venomous.
"Just get it done. Can't Iori help you? Instead of practicing that stupid kendo like he is right now?"
"Taichi," Hikari said softly from where she was sitting, " If Iori didn't take his anger out in kendo, he would be taking it out on you. Be glad he's outside doing that instead of pounding your face in."
"Stupid Iori," Taichi muttered to himself at he started to read another book on strategies. " I could take him down."
"Sure you could, Taichi," Miyako said, turning back to her computer.
Iori stayed outside, moving into a new stance. From the looks of everything inside the shelter, Taichi had just started a new fight and lost. Good.
He practiced harder, pushing his endurance. Again. Again. Each time a new move, quicker each time.
He could feel his anger rushing out of him, freeing him. At times like this he felt free- free as a bird flying wherever it wished.
Hikari looked out the window, watching Iori twist and bend. She blinked and he was somewhere else, always moving.
The sun shone on him, and for the first time Hikari noticed how handsome Iori had grown. Tall and slender. He still styled his hair like when he was a child, but somehow it looked classy while preserving his innocence.
Iori could feel eyes on him and stopped. He blushed crimson when he noticed Hikari watching him through the window. He gave a small smile and sat down on the grass, meditating.
All the while, Hikari continued to watch him, mystified.
Jyou stood in front of the apartment building. After a night of terrible sleeping in a cheesy hotel, he was in a bad mood.
Did it always look this old and rickety? he thought as he entered the front door. The paint was tarnished, and the whole place seemed to be falling apart.
So is my life.
He remembered running up and down these hallways with Shin, terrorizing the neighbors.
He remembered seeing two little boys fighting in the hallway. One had brown hair, the other blond. They hit each other until Shin broke the two apart and sent them home. Taichi had been defiant, but he was scared of Shin and always listened. Yamato, the shy one, disappeared without a word.
May baskets. He remembered stealing the May baskets off the doors of the apartments that two little girls lived in, Sora and Mimi. Sora almost caught them, but Shin was able to open their apartment door just in time.
That young boy that lived upstairs with the funny red hair. Jyou had always laughed at him but Shin made him stop. It wasn't nice.
The Ishidas, their next door neighbors. Jyou's mom and Nancy Ishida were good friends, and she often let Shin come over and watch the young Takeru while she worked on her writing in the computer room. Yamato was never happy when he did that, but you would never hear him complain. He didn't talk much.
Memories..... these memories haunted him. Here, there...... everywhere were memories of Shin.
"Why?" he cried out sadly. "Why won't the past just let me be?" A door opened, and a young girl walked out.
"Hey, who are you? Are you new to the building?" she asked, walking nearer.
Jyou turned away. Faster, faster.........Down the stairs his feet pounded, freeing him from the cobwebs that past had spun around him.
Once he got outside, he breathed a breath of relief. Tonight. This would all end tonight.
"Yama-kun, can I talk to you for a minute?" Daisuke asked, sitting on his couch. Yamato moved from the bookshelf and sat beside his friend. "I hope I'm not bothering you."
"Nope. I was just fixing that picture of Takeru. It's the only one I have, you see. I can't wait until we get everything under control and he can join us here." He smiled, happiness flooding out of his eyes.
"Yamato...... Takeru will never be able to do that," Daisuke said, each word harder and harder to say.
"What do you mean? Of course he can come here." Yamato looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh, you mean that stupid resistance, don't you? I bet Takeru's involved in that. Oh well. I forgive him."
"No, Yamato......That's not it."
"What are you trying to say, Dai?" Yamato asked, looking his friend in the eyes. "We're good friends, yeah? You can tell me anything."
Daisuke swallowed. "You hate Mimi, because she disowned Takeru. Ditched him. That's not the case."
"Sure it is."
"No! It's not. Takeru...... was my best friend, Yamato. We.....were like brothers. And Mimi..... Mimi loved him more than her own life. She would never leave him."
"What are you saying? Takeru disowned her?"
"No. Yamato...." Daisuke's voice dropped low, whispering. "Your soldiers......... they killed him."
The light in Yamato's eyes disappeared. "No."
"I was there. Mimi said something, and they turned to fire at her, and he jumped in front of the gun. Yamato...... I....."
"That can't be true. No." Yamato stood up. "I would never be responsible for my own brother's death. You're lying."
"Yama- would I lie about something like that?" Daisuke said softly. "I thought we were friends. Friends trust each other." All Hope drained out of Yamato's eyes.
"No."
Yamato's eyes were filled with pain. "I killed my brother," he said, horrified.
"No, Yamato. You didn't."
"I killed my brother. Cursed blood! I feel his blood upon my hands......." Yamato mumbled incoherently. He sank to the floor, tears running down his face.
"I killed my brother. Takeru........" Sobs wracked his body, and Daisuke sat beside him.
"I am a monster," Yamato wept, his tears drowning him, and then he said no more.
Iori sat next to Hikari, watching everyone. Miyako was working on the computer, wrinkling her nose as she sent and received emails. Sora stared distractedly out the window, looking anywhere but at Taichi, and Hikari seemed oblivious to everyone and everything.
"Finally! Miyako has almost all the data compiled and then we can attack!" Taichi said, springing from his seat. "At last!"
"Taichi. Our foolhardy leader," Iori crowed from his seat. "He'll kill us all."
Silence fell over the room. No one dared speak.
"Iori, this really isn't the time-" Hikari started, but Iori ignored her.
"You just don't understand, Taichi. You think you're so smart," he continued, smiling widely. "You don't understand that someone is already two steps ahead of you. Once you make these plans, they'll know it instantly.
"Once we arrive at the palace, we're dead. It's that simple."
"What are you talking about?" Miyako said loudly, standing up. "Iori, what has gotten into you?"
"One of us is a spy, Taichi. Which one do you think it is?" Iori said, sitting back in his chair. Everyone else glared at him.
"Have you lost your mind?"
"Choose. Better make it quick before she destroys us all."
Taichi looked afraid, and he muttered weakly, "I can't."
Iori smiled.
Koushiro sat in his apartment watching the sun's dying rays. Darkness was settling over the city, and people were disappearing into the murky blackness.
Everything looked so desolate. So cold.
He reread Mimi's last email. So Jyou was gone. No one knew when he would return. Daisuke had told Yamato about Takeru's death, and Yamato was shattered.
Now would be the time to fight, his mind told him. Strike down Yamato while he is weak. Defenseless.
His destiny. Mimi said if he followed his heart, wherever it let, they would all meet up again. Perhaps even beyond Death.
Koushiro wanted to die. As hard as he tried to beat this overwhelming depression, it rocked his body every waking minute. Dragging him down.
Even his one-sided love to Mimi couldn't stop this wave of darkness. The only way to stop it..... remove the reason he felt this gloom. Free himself once again.
"My friends.......... Ken and Yamato....... Is it worth it?"
Deep in his heart, he had already made up his mind. He was going to the palace, with only one goal in his heart, and it wasn't to see Mimi.
He was going to kill Yamato and Ken. Maybe Jyou if he was back.
Only then he would be whole again.
At least, that was what he hoped.
"Yamato, I'm sorry," Mimi whispered, running her fingers though his hair. "I wanted to tell you, but.... you never wanted to talk to me. You always pushed me away."
Yamato sat in silence. "Yamato, you're drowning in your sorrow. It's going to kill you. Do you understand that? You haven't said a word since Daisuke told you. Yama, talk to me!" she pleaded, turning his face towards hers. " I want to help. I know what you're going through. So does Daisuke. Talk to us."
She looked at him. All of his bitterness was gone. His hatred had left. All of his protective walls were torn down. He was broken.
And his eyes...... his eyes haunted her even after she left his room. He looked so helpless and hurt, dreamless.
But as she turned to go, he had whispered something. "I will never fight again." Mimi was sad, sad because she knew how devastating it was to lose someone so precious.
But Yamato was refusing to fight. He would not contribute to the upcoming battle against Taichi, she was sure. In his eyes that would only bring more death.
As she walked down the hall, she noticed Jun lurking in the shadows. "I will.....ki......Yamato......."
Confused, she walked away, her thoughts still on her sad friend, lost in a world without his closest companion.
Jyou walked down the narrow hallway. He closed his eyes and clicked open his knife as he approached his old apartment. He kicked the door in.
Nothing happened. There was no movement, no sound. Jyou walked around, wary. Entering the living room, he saw a bald head sticking up in an armchair. Jyou kicked the chair and it spun around.
In the chair sat a very haggard man. The years shown in his eyes and in the wrinkles that wove their way through his face.
"I knew you'd come back," he whispered softly, grabbing Jyou's hand. "I knew it."
"Don't touch me, old man!" Jyou cried out, pulling his hand back and thrusting the knife forward. "I came here to kill you."
"Jyou....it's been so long....."
"Not long enough."
"I am an old man. Can you really condone killing an defenseless old man?"
"Can you really condone killing your son?" Jyou spat back, his eyes narrowly.
"What?"
"Shin, Father. Have you already forgotten? You killed him, Father. Just like you would have killed me. Not all at once, I grant you, but little by little you were killing me, too."
"Jyou, I cannot fix the past....."
"And for that reason you shall die." He drew the knife back, towering over the old man.
Somehow he never thought it would end like this. He thought his father would still be tall and strong, and they would fight. This almost seemed too easy. It felt wrong.
"I do not pretend to understand your heart, Jyou...... but I am pleading you to reconsider what you are doing."
"Never, Father." Jyou leaned forward, whispering. "This is for Shin." All coherent thoughts fled his mind.
As he thrust the knife at his father, a movement in the doorway caught his eye and he turned. Gasping, he dropped the knife.
In the doorway stood Shin.
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Well...... yeah. I think there's going to be 3 more parts....... This is my longest fic ever!!! Yeah!!!!! Anyways, please tell me what you think!!!!