Disclaimer: It doesn't really matter if I don't say the disclaimer since I'm not making profit from this. But they have several high paid lawyers to dwindle innocent people like me (me innocent? HA!) of their money. So in that note, I do not own Digimon. Maybe someday I can by like whoever created it or like Satoshi Tajiri and make millions off little kids scamming money from their parents. Hmmm...not a bad idea... *heh::evil grin*
Author's Note: I am quite aware that Apoclymon destroyed the crests, but there's a reason I kept them in the fic (like when Yamato showed his to Midori). It was not a mistake. I swear! *sweat drops* Really! I know my Digimon!! :p
Another thing, I like making relationships ambiguous (especially with this fic). There seems to be a huge divide between yaoi/yuri and straight couples and their readers/writers making a stupid war out of it. Like I said in my other fic that had a focus on Yamato and Taichi: Think of it as being they're best friends or if you like yaoi/yuri, couples. This way, it should keep both sides happy...I think... Besides, I like focusing on the contents of a relationship rather then labelling them. I'll shut up now, so on with the story! ^_^
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"Crests of Destiny"
By Cloud Ishida
~Chapter 4-Rivals~
Gomamon crawled out of the pillar of light only to step into a mud puddle in the middle of a field. He nodded his head as he takes in the view with paws wide open, "So, this is Canada..." (Cloud: That's a little inside joke with me and my friend) The light behind him faded and Koushiro, Jyou and Tentomon stood in its place.
"This is the Maritimes; the province of Nova Scotia, I think. There's a town near here..." Koushiro typed away on his laptop to call a map with the yellow dot. Jyou looked over his shoulder and had no idea of what the boy genius was conjuring. Suddenly, both digivices beeped in unison. Jyou checked his, wondering if the others were accidentally teleported with them. On the tiny screen, a yellow one at some distance accompanied two red dots, representing himself and Koushiro. "I've programmed our digivices to track Gennai's whereabouts. This way, I don't have to look up my computer every five minutes."
"I guess we better hurry. I mean, right now, a week must've past in the Digiworld." Jyou placed his digivice on his belt. He left his medical bag in the Digital World knowing the others would need it more than them.
"Don't worry about that. Remember, Gennai said the appearance of Apoclymon caused the two worlds to synchronize time. So in fact, only two minutes has passed there." Koushiro seemed a lot calmer than he did before. The death of Gennai was something he wouldn't accept. He could understand why the others would contradict him. If he were in their place, he would too assume that was illogical. But he was glad he wasn't making the trip alone. He could understand why Tentomon would want to go with him but had a harder time understanding Jyou. He helped Mimi out before but he thought Jyou had a little crush on her.
"Hey Izzy? Tentomon to Izzy?" He waved his claw in front Koushiro's sleepy eyes.
The boy snapped from his trance and turned to his metal friend, "Huh? Oh, sorry Tentomon. I was just thinking."
"Well think while you walk, Jyou and Gomamon already headed off." he buzzed, fluttering in mid-air.
"Yeah, I'm going..." The four set out on their quest.
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"What are you doing back here again?" The voice was from the darkness.
"You again? Who are you? And where am I?" The blonde asked to his empty surroundings.
"Don't you even know 'you' when you see it?" the voiced joked, and it was a very familiar voice indeed. "Yamato, you need to go back to her."
"Go back to who? What are you trying to say?" The surrounding started to dwindle, fading in waves like the ocean.
"That's it," the voice encouraged, "go back. She's waiting for you."
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"Hey, good to have you back."
Yamato was greeted with a sting in his arm. The girl he met before, who saved his life, gently cleaned the cut he had on his arm. On the other side of him, laid an unexpected figure. Sound asleep, resting his head on his dark blue jeans, Takeru was in a dream world. "T..K...?" His head was still spinning from the impact with the tree.
"Don't worry, he's not hurt." Midori continued to clean up Yamato, staining herself with some of his blood. "For a minute there, I thought you would never open those blue eyes."
"Where am I?" Yamato was tied up against a tree, with Takeru having a chain connected to the same tree to his ankle. Looking around, the forest was bustling with activity from Etamon and Puppetmon. Myotismon hid in the shadows to avoid the sunlight and Devimon accompanied him. MachineDramon was in plain view near a lake with a tiny boy sitting on his head. MetalSeaDramon splashed and dove in the crystal clear water, obviously enjoying his swim.
"You're with us." Midori stepped in front of him, smiling to comfort him. "I'm sorry you're tied up like this, but Itami and Asato insisted."
"Itami and who...?" His head was still spinning.
"Asato." She pointed to two figures. From afar, Yamato thought he was seeing a silver angel. The other was darker in colour, and it seemed they were in a fight. "They're fighting again. It was a miracle for them to agree to tie you up. Everyday is a war between them. I just wish he'd stop fighting like that."
"Do you like him?" Midori flinched by the question. Yamato himself flinched, not knowing why he even asked such a question.
"Well, I don't know, actually." She turned away from his gaze, nervousness creeping over her whenever she met the blue eyes, "I just worry about him a lot, that's all. They fight so much I just want to punch them my selves. They fight about the smallest things. One can never see the other's side of a situation."
That sounds familiar...Do we fight that badly, Tai? Yamato turned his eyes back to Midori, still tending his wounds. "You're helping me again." A refraction of light from her pendent reminded him of her crest. Crest of Loneliness... "Are you sure you don't have the crest of compassion?" He managed a weak smile even through his aching head, telling him to go back to sleep to stop the pain.
She couldn't help but smile back, "Ha ha, very funny. I don't deserve such a crest." She noticed his lips moving downward, Did I say something wrong? "But thanks for thinking that way." The lips curved upward again, but a shadow loomed over them.
"And what are you smiling about?" Asato stood in front of Yamato, arms crossed and crimson running from his lips. Yamato instantly recognized the figure. He's the one with Myotismon...the one who attacked... The first thing he noticed was the strange cluster of pigment under his light brown hair. They covered most of his face, and he seemed to try very hard to cover them.
"Oh Asato. You're bleeding again." She grabbed another cloth and wiped the bloody lip, "You two really shouldn't be fighting at a time like this."
"Sorry, Midori," his voice was as gentle as a morning breeze, "but you know how he gets to me." He gently took the cloth and cleaned dirt from his face. Her attention fleeted elsewhere.
"Are you thirsty Yamato?" she asked in a voice only used with Asato, and he caught onto it. Yamato nodded in thanks and asked for food for Takeru. He noticed his brother seemed a little on the thin side. Midori was happy to oblige and headed off to the lake. Before she took three steps, she turned to Asato, "Please don't do anything..." She continued with her errand.
Asato waited for her to mover farther, then made his move. He clenched the stained cloth and swung his fist right into Yamato's stomach, knocking all the air out of him. Yamato coughed at the sudden attack and loss of breath. He lurched forward as far as the ropes would let him. Wasting no time, Asato lifted the blonde's head up pulling on his hair, "Don't get in the way blondie, and don't you dare get close to her." His voice was low and bitter, complete opposite of how he spoke to Midori just before.
Yamato still felt the pain, but showed no signs of it in his arrogant smirk, "How can I when I'm all tied up like this?" He spat at the narrow eyed face. Blood mixed in with saliva as it hit its mark on the cheek. Asato didn't flinch; instead he shoved Yamato's head away. "Asato!" He turned immediately to the source of the voice. Midori stood there with one bowl of water in her hand. Asato wiped the dripping liquid from his cheek and walked the other way.
Midori walked passed Asato, heading right for Yamato's side, "Are you all right?"
"Don't worry about me. I'm built like a rock." He grinned to hide his sore stomach, "What does he have, the crest of bullying defenceless people?"
"Actually," she turned to watch Asato's back, disappearing the farther he went, "the Crest of Hate. Alex has the Crest of Fear, Emilia has Doubt, Hamilton has Ignorance, Gabrielle with Despair, Dana is Deceit and Itami...his is Darkness." By the time she explained, Asato was out of her sight.
His green eyes flickered in the light of dusk, turning almost red. This isn't over blondie, I not going to let anyone take anything from me anymore. His crest glowed blood red.
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"Jyou..." Koushiro had to ask the question that was plaguing his mind, "why do you want to stay in the Digiworld?..."
"Huh?...Oh, well..." He didn't want to say right now, he wasn't really even sure himself. In his arms, Gomamon looked into Jyou's eyes with encouragement. All his life he was afraid to tell people of his true self, to tell his ideas and his life as he wants it. But maybe, just maybe, Koushiro will understand. He's kinda went through what I'm going through hasn't he? He knew that he was adopted, and everyone expected only the best from him. Does he hate that kind of pressure too?
"Jyou?" Koushiro repeated for the eleventh time. Tentomon advised he stop asking if Jyou didn't want to say.
"No, it's all right." Jyou looked down at Gomamon and the green eyes blinked back. "Well, I'm kinda scared."
"Huh? Scared of what?" Koushiro asked concerned. Jyou would complain a lot, not as much as Mimi but it seemed like something was really troubling him.
"You know how my dad is pushing me to be a doctor. But, I don't think I want to be one..." Jyou stopped in his tracks, and Gomamon squeezed his arms wrapping around his soft, white fur.
"It's okay. Everyone goes through this. No one is really sure of what they want to be until it happens and..." Koushiro was cut off abruptly Jyou.
"That's not what I mean!" Even Jyou was a little surprise by his outburst, "Sorry, I just mean...being a doctor is my father's dream, and my brother's... heck even my mom is a nurse." He let his head sink down, Gomamon nuzzling his nose into his sweater. Koushiro just stood there silent. Only Tentomon's buzzing could be heard. "I want a different life, but they expect me to be one of them. Jim says I should follow my own dream but...there's so much pressure for me to be who I'm not."
"What is your dream...?" Koushiro was cautious so as not to make Jyou worse than he's already feeling, "What do you want to be?"
Tears flowed freely, taking his glasses off he wiped them with his arm, "When I'm in the Digiworld, I'm a whole new person. I'm a hero. I'm needed. I can do things that I could only dream of in the Real World. I was allowed to choose who I was. I don't want to give up on that freedom."
"Jyou..." The little boy lent his hand to the taller's shoulder.
"This may sound stupid but," his confession was about to take light, "I like drawing. Through them, I can be whomever I want. I want to be an artist, be whatever but as long as I can still create. That's my passion."
Koushiro never heard Jyou talk with such feeling. He seemed like a completely different person from those times he was cowering against a tree and fainting every five minutes. This was a Jyou who knew what he wanted, and crying right before his eyes. Not tears of fear, but of longing. He stepped closer, and let his body collide with Jyou's. The embrace was so comforting to Jyou, to know he wasn't mocked. "Uh, I know this is supposed to be a sweet and tender moment, but I can't breathe!" The moment was disturbed by Gomamon's struggle between them. Koushiro backed away and the furry seal jumped out of his partner's arms, "See Jyou? I told it wasn't hard, right?"
Jyou just smiled and sniffled, "Yeah Gomamon, it wasn't hard at all."
"Jyou, if you need to talk again... After all, we are friends." He let the offer stand, and turned to continue their journey. Tentomon buzzed nearby.
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"Thanks Midori." Takeru took the berries and ate till he burst. He seemed very happy for someone being held hostage. Midori made sure he wasn't hurt, understanding that he was just a child. Yamato was still held exactly at the same spot. His legs were starting to feel numb but at least his headache subsided.
Night had fallen on the Digital World. The Darkdestined gathered around a campfire, planning out the schedule for next day. Hamilton and Gabrielle were already asleep, while MachineDramon and Devimon stayed beside them but listened in on the meeting. Midori joined the group, and the meeting finally started, "It's about time." Emilia snapped.
"I just needed to get them some food." Midori explained.
"In case you didn't notice, they are our prisoners. You don't make help out prisoners." Itami was very irritated by Midori's attitude towards the two Digidestined. From the beginning he wanted both of them dead and all the others agreed with him. But Asato's feelings for her prevented from anything too severe from happening.
"We can discuss that later!" Asato commanded. He made sure his authority was known, "First off, there is a matter of Piedmon."
"Finally we can get to my problem." the silver angel mumbled.
Asato pretended not to hear Itami's remark, "Since Piedmon was sent through the Gate of Destiny, it's logical to assume that opening it will be the only way to get him back."
"If that's true," Dana said, "then that HolyAngemon has to open that gate again. But how do we get him to use it?"
"That's where the kid comes into play." The Darkdestined leader pointed to Takeru, still taking in the sweet berries, "When the Digidestined come to save them, that Patamon will have to digivolve. Aren't you glad you didn't kill him when you had the chance Itami" Asato smirked at him, doing everything he can to annoy his rival.
"I say kill now and ask questions later." Itami left the group and took his side to sleep. I can't take this anymore. It's high time I've made my move. He let his lip curl in delight, It'll be a see of blood tomorrow...
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"Well, this is the place." Koushiro took out his computer to make sure they were at their destination.
"You mean this run down apartment?" Jyou looked at the broken floorboard and rusted doors. It looked as if the place would fall down at any moment.
All four looked at the pineapple laptop upon hearing the confirmation. Fifth floor, room 560 was "Gennai's" apartment. Koushiro stood up to the door, raising his hand and...froze.
"What's wrong Izzy?" Tentomon waved his claw in front of the small boy, once again in a trance like before.
"Nothing. I was just wondering, what he'll be like."
"Well, we'll never know until we knock right?" Gomamon urged.
He knocked three times, and waited what seemed like forever for until the door creaked open. There at the doorway, a man, about in his thirties, towered over Koushiro. He looked exactly like the young Gennai they saw during the trip to the past. Only his face looked worn, as if he was too tired to live anymore. The little boy gulped, Jyou stood silent and the digimon stayed still to act like dolls in case they got the wrong person. But there was no need of that.
"...Izzy?" the man whispered with wide eyes.
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"How long are you gonna sleep?" It was the voice from the darkness again. This time, Yamato could see the figure that was speaking to him all this time. He was surprised, yet not. A part of him knew whom to expect, because that part of him was whom he saw. He saw the exact image of himself, telling him to go back to "her" again.
"Who are you? Who are you talking about?" The lack of reasons and answers was annoying Yamato.
"Don't you know? I am you, the Keeper of Friendship, the reason you have that crest." The Yamato twin reached out to the other and stroked his cheek, "She's waiting." With that, the dark world faded.
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"KYYAAAA--!" Yamato and Takeru had a rude awakening, snapped out of their dreams by a scream. Blinking his eyes to rid them of sleep, Yamato scanned the site for the source of the scream. The Darkdestined all huddled in a group, a blonde girl covering her eyes from the sight. Midori slowly made her way away from the group, emotionless eyes staring at the ground headed for the two brothers. His eyes moving back to the group, he noticed that a digimon was missing. Mainly, Devimon.
"What do you think that was Matt?" Takeru asked in a groggy voice.
"I don't know T.K." He waited for Midori to come before saying anything else. "Midori, what happened?"
She looked up at him with indifferent eyes. "Gabrielle is dead."
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This chapter didn't come out as good as I thought it would. Not as much Jyou and Koushirou as I hoped I could have. Next chapter is going to be better, I swear. Nova Scotia, Canada was randomly chosen. Plus, it would have been too typical if Gennai was in the U.S. or Japan. The rating's gonna be pulled up the rating to R for blood and stuff. Someone is going to be on a major killing spree. (Gee, I wonder who?) I really made this too obvious...D'OH! Gotta go massage my brain for ideas. Till nest chapter...:)
Author's Note: I am quite aware that Apoclymon destroyed the crests, but there's a reason I kept them in the fic (like when Yamato showed his to Midori). It was not a mistake. I swear! *sweat drops* Really! I know my Digimon!! :p
Another thing, I like making relationships ambiguous (especially with this fic). There seems to be a huge divide between yaoi/yuri and straight couples and their readers/writers making a stupid war out of it. Like I said in my other fic that had a focus on Yamato and Taichi: Think of it as being they're best friends or if you like yaoi/yuri, couples. This way, it should keep both sides happy...I think... Besides, I like focusing on the contents of a relationship rather then labelling them. I'll shut up now, so on with the story! ^_^
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"Crests of Destiny"
By Cloud Ishida
~Chapter 4-Rivals~
Gomamon crawled out of the pillar of light only to step into a mud puddle in the middle of a field. He nodded his head as he takes in the view with paws wide open, "So, this is Canada..." (Cloud: That's a little inside joke with me and my friend) The light behind him faded and Koushiro, Jyou and Tentomon stood in its place.
"This is the Maritimes; the province of Nova Scotia, I think. There's a town near here..." Koushiro typed away on his laptop to call a map with the yellow dot. Jyou looked over his shoulder and had no idea of what the boy genius was conjuring. Suddenly, both digivices beeped in unison. Jyou checked his, wondering if the others were accidentally teleported with them. On the tiny screen, a yellow one at some distance accompanied two red dots, representing himself and Koushiro. "I've programmed our digivices to track Gennai's whereabouts. This way, I don't have to look up my computer every five minutes."
"I guess we better hurry. I mean, right now, a week must've past in the Digiworld." Jyou placed his digivice on his belt. He left his medical bag in the Digital World knowing the others would need it more than them.
"Don't worry about that. Remember, Gennai said the appearance of Apoclymon caused the two worlds to synchronize time. So in fact, only two minutes has passed there." Koushiro seemed a lot calmer than he did before. The death of Gennai was something he wouldn't accept. He could understand why the others would contradict him. If he were in their place, he would too assume that was illogical. But he was glad he wasn't making the trip alone. He could understand why Tentomon would want to go with him but had a harder time understanding Jyou. He helped Mimi out before but he thought Jyou had a little crush on her.
"Hey Izzy? Tentomon to Izzy?" He waved his claw in front Koushiro's sleepy eyes.
The boy snapped from his trance and turned to his metal friend, "Huh? Oh, sorry Tentomon. I was just thinking."
"Well think while you walk, Jyou and Gomamon already headed off." he buzzed, fluttering in mid-air.
"Yeah, I'm going..." The four set out on their quest.
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"What are you doing back here again?" The voice was from the darkness.
"You again? Who are you? And where am I?" The blonde asked to his empty surroundings.
"Don't you even know 'you' when you see it?" the voiced joked, and it was a very familiar voice indeed. "Yamato, you need to go back to her."
"Go back to who? What are you trying to say?" The surrounding started to dwindle, fading in waves like the ocean.
"That's it," the voice encouraged, "go back. She's waiting for you."
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"Hey, good to have you back."
Yamato was greeted with a sting in his arm. The girl he met before, who saved his life, gently cleaned the cut he had on his arm. On the other side of him, laid an unexpected figure. Sound asleep, resting his head on his dark blue jeans, Takeru was in a dream world. "T..K...?" His head was still spinning from the impact with the tree.
"Don't worry, he's not hurt." Midori continued to clean up Yamato, staining herself with some of his blood. "For a minute there, I thought you would never open those blue eyes."
"Where am I?" Yamato was tied up against a tree, with Takeru having a chain connected to the same tree to his ankle. Looking around, the forest was bustling with activity from Etamon and Puppetmon. Myotismon hid in the shadows to avoid the sunlight and Devimon accompanied him. MachineDramon was in plain view near a lake with a tiny boy sitting on his head. MetalSeaDramon splashed and dove in the crystal clear water, obviously enjoying his swim.
"You're with us." Midori stepped in front of him, smiling to comfort him. "I'm sorry you're tied up like this, but Itami and Asato insisted."
"Itami and who...?" His head was still spinning.
"Asato." She pointed to two figures. From afar, Yamato thought he was seeing a silver angel. The other was darker in colour, and it seemed they were in a fight. "They're fighting again. It was a miracle for them to agree to tie you up. Everyday is a war between them. I just wish he'd stop fighting like that."
"Do you like him?" Midori flinched by the question. Yamato himself flinched, not knowing why he even asked such a question.
"Well, I don't know, actually." She turned away from his gaze, nervousness creeping over her whenever she met the blue eyes, "I just worry about him a lot, that's all. They fight so much I just want to punch them my selves. They fight about the smallest things. One can never see the other's side of a situation."
That sounds familiar...Do we fight that badly, Tai? Yamato turned his eyes back to Midori, still tending his wounds. "You're helping me again." A refraction of light from her pendent reminded him of her crest. Crest of Loneliness... "Are you sure you don't have the crest of compassion?" He managed a weak smile even through his aching head, telling him to go back to sleep to stop the pain.
She couldn't help but smile back, "Ha ha, very funny. I don't deserve such a crest." She noticed his lips moving downward, Did I say something wrong? "But thanks for thinking that way." The lips curved upward again, but a shadow loomed over them.
"And what are you smiling about?" Asato stood in front of Yamato, arms crossed and crimson running from his lips. Yamato instantly recognized the figure. He's the one with Myotismon...the one who attacked... The first thing he noticed was the strange cluster of pigment under his light brown hair. They covered most of his face, and he seemed to try very hard to cover them.
"Oh Asato. You're bleeding again." She grabbed another cloth and wiped the bloody lip, "You two really shouldn't be fighting at a time like this."
"Sorry, Midori," his voice was as gentle as a morning breeze, "but you know how he gets to me." He gently took the cloth and cleaned dirt from his face. Her attention fleeted elsewhere.
"Are you thirsty Yamato?" she asked in a voice only used with Asato, and he caught onto it. Yamato nodded in thanks and asked for food for Takeru. He noticed his brother seemed a little on the thin side. Midori was happy to oblige and headed off to the lake. Before she took three steps, she turned to Asato, "Please don't do anything..." She continued with her errand.
Asato waited for her to mover farther, then made his move. He clenched the stained cloth and swung his fist right into Yamato's stomach, knocking all the air out of him. Yamato coughed at the sudden attack and loss of breath. He lurched forward as far as the ropes would let him. Wasting no time, Asato lifted the blonde's head up pulling on his hair, "Don't get in the way blondie, and don't you dare get close to her." His voice was low and bitter, complete opposite of how he spoke to Midori just before.
Yamato still felt the pain, but showed no signs of it in his arrogant smirk, "How can I when I'm all tied up like this?" He spat at the narrow eyed face. Blood mixed in with saliva as it hit its mark on the cheek. Asato didn't flinch; instead he shoved Yamato's head away. "Asato!" He turned immediately to the source of the voice. Midori stood there with one bowl of water in her hand. Asato wiped the dripping liquid from his cheek and walked the other way.
Midori walked passed Asato, heading right for Yamato's side, "Are you all right?"
"Don't worry about me. I'm built like a rock." He grinned to hide his sore stomach, "What does he have, the crest of bullying defenceless people?"
"Actually," she turned to watch Asato's back, disappearing the farther he went, "the Crest of Hate. Alex has the Crest of Fear, Emilia has Doubt, Hamilton has Ignorance, Gabrielle with Despair, Dana is Deceit and Itami...his is Darkness." By the time she explained, Asato was out of her sight.
His green eyes flickered in the light of dusk, turning almost red. This isn't over blondie, I not going to let anyone take anything from me anymore. His crest glowed blood red.
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"Jyou..." Koushiro had to ask the question that was plaguing his mind, "why do you want to stay in the Digiworld?..."
"Huh?...Oh, well..." He didn't want to say right now, he wasn't really even sure himself. In his arms, Gomamon looked into Jyou's eyes with encouragement. All his life he was afraid to tell people of his true self, to tell his ideas and his life as he wants it. But maybe, just maybe, Koushiro will understand. He's kinda went through what I'm going through hasn't he? He knew that he was adopted, and everyone expected only the best from him. Does he hate that kind of pressure too?
"Jyou?" Koushiro repeated for the eleventh time. Tentomon advised he stop asking if Jyou didn't want to say.
"No, it's all right." Jyou looked down at Gomamon and the green eyes blinked back. "Well, I'm kinda scared."
"Huh? Scared of what?" Koushiro asked concerned. Jyou would complain a lot, not as much as Mimi but it seemed like something was really troubling him.
"You know how my dad is pushing me to be a doctor. But, I don't think I want to be one..." Jyou stopped in his tracks, and Gomamon squeezed his arms wrapping around his soft, white fur.
"It's okay. Everyone goes through this. No one is really sure of what they want to be until it happens and..." Koushiro was cut off abruptly Jyou.
"That's not what I mean!" Even Jyou was a little surprise by his outburst, "Sorry, I just mean...being a doctor is my father's dream, and my brother's... heck even my mom is a nurse." He let his head sink down, Gomamon nuzzling his nose into his sweater. Koushiro just stood there silent. Only Tentomon's buzzing could be heard. "I want a different life, but they expect me to be one of them. Jim says I should follow my own dream but...there's so much pressure for me to be who I'm not."
"What is your dream...?" Koushiro was cautious so as not to make Jyou worse than he's already feeling, "What do you want to be?"
Tears flowed freely, taking his glasses off he wiped them with his arm, "When I'm in the Digiworld, I'm a whole new person. I'm a hero. I'm needed. I can do things that I could only dream of in the Real World. I was allowed to choose who I was. I don't want to give up on that freedom."
"Jyou..." The little boy lent his hand to the taller's shoulder.
"This may sound stupid but," his confession was about to take light, "I like drawing. Through them, I can be whomever I want. I want to be an artist, be whatever but as long as I can still create. That's my passion."
Koushiro never heard Jyou talk with such feeling. He seemed like a completely different person from those times he was cowering against a tree and fainting every five minutes. This was a Jyou who knew what he wanted, and crying right before his eyes. Not tears of fear, but of longing. He stepped closer, and let his body collide with Jyou's. The embrace was so comforting to Jyou, to know he wasn't mocked. "Uh, I know this is supposed to be a sweet and tender moment, but I can't breathe!" The moment was disturbed by Gomamon's struggle between them. Koushiro backed away and the furry seal jumped out of his partner's arms, "See Jyou? I told it wasn't hard, right?"
Jyou just smiled and sniffled, "Yeah Gomamon, it wasn't hard at all."
"Jyou, if you need to talk again... After all, we are friends." He let the offer stand, and turned to continue their journey. Tentomon buzzed nearby.
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"Thanks Midori." Takeru took the berries and ate till he burst. He seemed very happy for someone being held hostage. Midori made sure he wasn't hurt, understanding that he was just a child. Yamato was still held exactly at the same spot. His legs were starting to feel numb but at least his headache subsided.
Night had fallen on the Digital World. The Darkdestined gathered around a campfire, planning out the schedule for next day. Hamilton and Gabrielle were already asleep, while MachineDramon and Devimon stayed beside them but listened in on the meeting. Midori joined the group, and the meeting finally started, "It's about time." Emilia snapped.
"I just needed to get them some food." Midori explained.
"In case you didn't notice, they are our prisoners. You don't make help out prisoners." Itami was very irritated by Midori's attitude towards the two Digidestined. From the beginning he wanted both of them dead and all the others agreed with him. But Asato's feelings for her prevented from anything too severe from happening.
"We can discuss that later!" Asato commanded. He made sure his authority was known, "First off, there is a matter of Piedmon."
"Finally we can get to my problem." the silver angel mumbled.
Asato pretended not to hear Itami's remark, "Since Piedmon was sent through the Gate of Destiny, it's logical to assume that opening it will be the only way to get him back."
"If that's true," Dana said, "then that HolyAngemon has to open that gate again. But how do we get him to use it?"
"That's where the kid comes into play." The Darkdestined leader pointed to Takeru, still taking in the sweet berries, "When the Digidestined come to save them, that Patamon will have to digivolve. Aren't you glad you didn't kill him when you had the chance Itami" Asato smirked at him, doing everything he can to annoy his rival.
"I say kill now and ask questions later." Itami left the group and took his side to sleep. I can't take this anymore. It's high time I've made my move. He let his lip curl in delight, It'll be a see of blood tomorrow...
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"Well, this is the place." Koushiro took out his computer to make sure they were at their destination.
"You mean this run down apartment?" Jyou looked at the broken floorboard and rusted doors. It looked as if the place would fall down at any moment.
All four looked at the pineapple laptop upon hearing the confirmation. Fifth floor, room 560 was "Gennai's" apartment. Koushiro stood up to the door, raising his hand and...froze.
"What's wrong Izzy?" Tentomon waved his claw in front of the small boy, once again in a trance like before.
"Nothing. I was just wondering, what he'll be like."
"Well, we'll never know until we knock right?" Gomamon urged.
He knocked three times, and waited what seemed like forever for until the door creaked open. There at the doorway, a man, about in his thirties, towered over Koushiro. He looked exactly like the young Gennai they saw during the trip to the past. Only his face looked worn, as if he was too tired to live anymore. The little boy gulped, Jyou stood silent and the digimon stayed still to act like dolls in case they got the wrong person. But there was no need of that.
"...Izzy?" the man whispered with wide eyes.
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"How long are you gonna sleep?" It was the voice from the darkness again. This time, Yamato could see the figure that was speaking to him all this time. He was surprised, yet not. A part of him knew whom to expect, because that part of him was whom he saw. He saw the exact image of himself, telling him to go back to "her" again.
"Who are you? Who are you talking about?" The lack of reasons and answers was annoying Yamato.
"Don't you know? I am you, the Keeper of Friendship, the reason you have that crest." The Yamato twin reached out to the other and stroked his cheek, "She's waiting." With that, the dark world faded.
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"KYYAAAA--!" Yamato and Takeru had a rude awakening, snapped out of their dreams by a scream. Blinking his eyes to rid them of sleep, Yamato scanned the site for the source of the scream. The Darkdestined all huddled in a group, a blonde girl covering her eyes from the sight. Midori slowly made her way away from the group, emotionless eyes staring at the ground headed for the two brothers. His eyes moving back to the group, he noticed that a digimon was missing. Mainly, Devimon.
"What do you think that was Matt?" Takeru asked in a groggy voice.
"I don't know T.K." He waited for Midori to come before saying anything else. "Midori, what happened?"
She looked up at him with indifferent eyes. "Gabrielle is dead."
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This chapter didn't come out as good as I thought it would. Not as much Jyou and Koushirou as I hoped I could have. Next chapter is going to be better, I swear. Nova Scotia, Canada was randomly chosen. Plus, it would have been too typical if Gennai was in the U.S. or Japan. The rating's gonna be pulled up the rating to R for blood and stuff. Someone is going to be on a major killing spree. (Gee, I wonder who?) I really made this too obvious...D'OH! Gotta go massage my brain for ideas. Till nest chapter...:)