This is kinda like 'stereo type' except Daisuke's more reflecting on himself as 'leader' of the digidestined. Read, you'll see.
d/c: I don't own Digimon.
Drip.
Plink.
Drip.
Plink.
Drip.
Plop.
The water falls out of it's usual pattern as I hold my finger under the tap. Instead of dying at the bottom of the sink, the unlucky drip dies quickly at the fate of my finger, shattering and spraying everywhere.
Kind of like me, I think. The sink under me is so close I can feel it, and yet I have not shattered yet.
The sink? The digidestined. They called me their leader. They don't listen. They call themselves my friends. Yet they don't care.
Friendship and Courage. What a joke. The two cannot possibly share the exact same existence and still be whole. So I'm not whole, I guess.
What am I talking about? Me. Taichi. Yamato. Courage. Friendship. What the other digidestined have failed to realise is that while we do inherit two crests, we also inherit them. Let me show you.
Miyako. She'll flirt with anything. Like Mimi. Yet, she cares for everything around her. A mix of Mimi and Sora. She dresses like a tom boy, but can also be more... womanised. Like Sora.
We carry some of the characteristical traits of the older children. Damn Taichi. Damn Yamato.
I am the leader. I inherited that from Taichi. Yet, I am also the rebel. I inherited that from Yamato. The two traits combined nearly kill me every day.
As the leader, I make rash decisions and head straight into everything without a second thought. As a rebel, I question myself. I asked myself what I am doing. I think it through. I retaliate against almost everything I think.
I second guess myself too much. By the time I second guess myself, my friends are dead. Not yet, but one day they will be. Fortunately, Takeru or Ken usually make a decision. They don't have opposites tearing them up inside, one rushing in and one questioning.
Sometimes I wish I didn't have the digi-egg of friendship. I don't think it was meant for me. I lash out at people, and cannot be very open with others. So why is it mine?
Takeru said Yamato was like that too. But I still don't think it's mine.
Maybe it's the mask. Maybe I'm so hidden behind it that I don't even realise what I feel. Most of the time I don't care. I'm destined not to care. Emotions aren't a big part of what I think about. Probably because they aren't to Taichi or Yamato either.
Courage? That's a laugh. I barely have the courage to get out of bed in the morning. I barely have the courage to leave the house. I barely have the courage to walk into that computer room after school, and take another beating from them.
But I always do. Maybe it's because I'm destined. I don't know.
Drip.
Plink.
Drip.
Plink.
Drip.
Plop.
And so my day went.
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If this doesn't prove I have too much time on my hands, I'm not sure what will. But that's why I think Daisuke is the way he is. So sue me!
Lilac
Proud Supporter of PDM (Pro Daisuke Movement)