Did We Lose Them? Part 4
A/N: Here's the finale to my fic series. I hope that you enjoy it. Also, this is one month after all of the stuff in my previous fics happened.
Now, only eight of all the Chosen Children remained.
Takaishi, Takeru. Age 16
Motomiya, Daisuke. Age 16
Yagami, Hikari. Age 16
Ichijouji, Ken. Age 17
Taichikawa, Mimi. Age 18
Izumi, Koushiro. Age 18
Ishida, Yamato. Age 19
Kido, Jyou. Age 23
Four of the Chosen Children, however, no longer remained in this world.
Hida, Iori. Age 15
Takenuchi, Sora. Age 19
Inoue, Miyako. Age 16
Yagami, Taichi. Age 19
Their deaths are notable.
Hida, Iori. A serious gunshot wound to the head.
Takenuchi, Sora. A fatal gunshot wound to the head.
Inoue, Miyako. A fatal gunshot wound to the head.
Yagami, Taichi. Complications stemming from his injuries in the bombing.
And today was their funeral. Jyou had arranged the entire thing, as he was the only one capable of doing so. However, only six of the Chosen children would be attending. Izzy was still recovering from his burns, but was expecting to leave the hospital as early as next week. Yamato......was in a coma. Severe trauma, coupled with the extent of his injuries had coalesced and forced him into a coma from which it was doubtable he would awaken. Though the few remaining Children were not much better off.
Jyou was still recovering from his broken jaw, and might require surgery. Ken would walk with a permanent limp for the rest of his life, as the bullet had clipped part of his spinal cord, and was interuptting the nerve impulses to his leg. Daisuke was losing sight in one eye rapidly, and would be blind in that eye in less than a month, a result of the bullet as well. Takeru was now in a wheelchair, paralyzed from the waist down, another victim of the shooting. In fact, Hikari and Mimi were the only ones not injured. Physically, of course. After learning of her brother's death, Hikari had become hysterical, and was still grieving for him every day. Mimi had been shocked, and had spent the last month with Hikari, listless and dull, seeming dead to the world.
Iori was the first to be buried, and Ken was the one to give the eulogy. "Hida Iori. Most of us remember him as a friend, the serious one, the one who always thought ahead. I however, remember him, not only as a friend, but also my most worthy adversary, in many ways." Ken paused, choked back tears, and continued. "He defeated me by having friends. He defeated me by being a worthy Chosen Child. He defeated me by being better at Kendo. He was better than I was, or ever could hope to be. And I thank him, wherever he is now, for showing me that." Ken looked up, and just stood there like that for a minute. When he finally looked back down, tears were streaming down his face.
Sora was next to be buried, and Jyou gave the eulogy. "Sora, what can I say about you? You were kind, fun, calm, sweet, understanding, helped us all at one time or another, and held the group together more times than I can tell. You saved us in our first battle with Myotismon, and brought the group back together when it was time to fight the final Dark Master. You were great, truly." Jyou had had his eyes closed the entire time during his speech, but now opened them. They were full of tears, but none fell. He kept control, like always, like good old reliable Jyou.
Miyako's burial followed, with Daisuke giving the eulogy. "As I look around our group right now, what do I see? I see a man in a wheelchair, Takeru. I see a man leaning on a cane, Ken. A see two girls, both crying, Hikari, Mimi. I see a man with a brace on his jaw, Jyou. I see suffering, and I see it with only one eye. But to waste time feeling sorry for ourselves is pointless. Miyako, she felt sorry for herself sometimes, but she always got over it. And when we felt sorry for ourselves, she helped us get over it too. Sure she was kinda quirky at times, but she always helped us out, and we should remember her for that, not for the self-pity that she sometimes had. Miyako was a friend, and we always will love her for that." Daisuke finished, got teary-eyed, but wiped it off with his sleeve before anyone saw.
Taichi was the last to be buried, and Hikari, still sobbing, stepped up to give his eulogy. She took a moment to compose herself, then began. "My brother, he was more than a brother, or leader, or friend, or mentor, he was more than that, and I love him for that. It was Taichi, who, when you were on File Island, convinced you to go to Server, and, in effect, save the Digital World. It was Taichi who defeated Etemon, and saved you from being killed. It was Taichi, who, even though he had the chance to stay back, had the courage to go back to the Digital World, and unite the group after you'd split up. It was Taichi who got me my tag and crest and digivice. It was Taichi who held out against Piedmon long enough for Yamato to arrive and renew the attack. And it was Taichi who, time after time, battle after battle, kept us going, kept us alive, kept us true to the cause. That's what Taichi did, and I love him for that." Hikari burst into tears as the last words escaped her mouth. She sobbed for a minute, then took her whistle, which she had received from Gatomon a short while back, and laid it on Taichi's coffin. Daisuke followed suit, and placed his goggles on the coffin. Mimi took out one of the stars from her hair, and layed it on the coffin as well. Takeru gave his hat to Jyou, which he placed on the coffin, along with his very own Crest, that of Reliability.
Now, four of the Chosen Children, who had fought for the Digital World and the Real World, were lost.
Their killer was, in fact, was one the Chosen Children had thought dear to them. He had given his life to protect them, but, in doing so, had doomed himself to be reborn to kill them. For you see, even the Digital World has its rules. The killer had broken one of them. "No one directly involved with the Chosen Children can interfere with works directly involving them." And "If any digimon chooses to disobey this rule, they will be forced to destroy that which they were trying to protect, and those things associated with it, regardless of age or time span." These rules, set forth many eons ago, are what made the one who had protected the child of Light, the one who saved her from Myotismon's wrath, come back to kill all that she held dear. That person, was Wizardmon. For breaking the Sacred Rules of the Digital Realm, he was forced to do the one thing that he had been trying to prevent so long ago, --kill the Chosen Children. He was now back in the Digital World, being once again reborn as a Digiegg, Jyou had killed him. None of the other Chosen Children knew who it was, for Jyou had not told them yet. And he probably never would.
One by one, the remaining Chosen Children left the cemetery. Finally, all that reamained of the once-proud group of Children, who had fought so valiantly for the fate of the world, were memories. Memories that would live forever, so long as the ones who bore them, did not let them be lost.
[A/N: HA! Betcha weren't expecting that, huh?]
A/N: Here's the finale to my fic series. I hope that you enjoy it. Also, this is one month after all of the stuff in my previous fics happened.
Now, only eight of all the Chosen Children remained.
Takaishi, Takeru. Age 16
Motomiya, Daisuke. Age 16
Yagami, Hikari. Age 16
Ichijouji, Ken. Age 17
Taichikawa, Mimi. Age 18
Izumi, Koushiro. Age 18
Ishida, Yamato. Age 19
Kido, Jyou. Age 23
Four of the Chosen Children, however, no longer remained in this world.
Hida, Iori. Age 15
Takenuchi, Sora. Age 19
Inoue, Miyako. Age 16
Yagami, Taichi. Age 19
Their deaths are notable.
Hida, Iori. A serious gunshot wound to the head.
Takenuchi, Sora. A fatal gunshot wound to the head.
Inoue, Miyako. A fatal gunshot wound to the head.
Yagami, Taichi. Complications stemming from his injuries in the bombing.
And today was their funeral. Jyou had arranged the entire thing, as he was the only one capable of doing so. However, only six of the Chosen children would be attending. Izzy was still recovering from his burns, but was expecting to leave the hospital as early as next week. Yamato......was in a coma. Severe trauma, coupled with the extent of his injuries had coalesced and forced him into a coma from which it was doubtable he would awaken. Though the few remaining Children were not much better off.
Jyou was still recovering from his broken jaw, and might require surgery. Ken would walk with a permanent limp for the rest of his life, as the bullet had clipped part of his spinal cord, and was interuptting the nerve impulses to his leg. Daisuke was losing sight in one eye rapidly, and would be blind in that eye in less than a month, a result of the bullet as well. Takeru was now in a wheelchair, paralyzed from the waist down, another victim of the shooting. In fact, Hikari and Mimi were the only ones not injured. Physically, of course. After learning of her brother's death, Hikari had become hysterical, and was still grieving for him every day. Mimi had been shocked, and had spent the last month with Hikari, listless and dull, seeming dead to the world.
Iori was the first to be buried, and Ken was the one to give the eulogy. "Hida Iori. Most of us remember him as a friend, the serious one, the one who always thought ahead. I however, remember him, not only as a friend, but also my most worthy adversary, in many ways." Ken paused, choked back tears, and continued. "He defeated me by having friends. He defeated me by being a worthy Chosen Child. He defeated me by being better at Kendo. He was better than I was, or ever could hope to be. And I thank him, wherever he is now, for showing me that." Ken looked up, and just stood there like that for a minute. When he finally looked back down, tears were streaming down his face.
Sora was next to be buried, and Jyou gave the eulogy. "Sora, what can I say about you? You were kind, fun, calm, sweet, understanding, helped us all at one time or another, and held the group together more times than I can tell. You saved us in our first battle with Myotismon, and brought the group back together when it was time to fight the final Dark Master. You were great, truly." Jyou had had his eyes closed the entire time during his speech, but now opened them. They were full of tears, but none fell. He kept control, like always, like good old reliable Jyou.
Miyako's burial followed, with Daisuke giving the eulogy. "As I look around our group right now, what do I see? I see a man in a wheelchair, Takeru. I see a man leaning on a cane, Ken. A see two girls, both crying, Hikari, Mimi. I see a man with a brace on his jaw, Jyou. I see suffering, and I see it with only one eye. But to waste time feeling sorry for ourselves is pointless. Miyako, she felt sorry for herself sometimes, but she always got over it. And when we felt sorry for ourselves, she helped us get over it too. Sure she was kinda quirky at times, but she always helped us out, and we should remember her for that, not for the self-pity that she sometimes had. Miyako was a friend, and we always will love her for that." Daisuke finished, got teary-eyed, but wiped it off with his sleeve before anyone saw.
Taichi was the last to be buried, and Hikari, still sobbing, stepped up to give his eulogy. She took a moment to compose herself, then began. "My brother, he was more than a brother, or leader, or friend, or mentor, he was more than that, and I love him for that. It was Taichi, who, when you were on File Island, convinced you to go to Server, and, in effect, save the Digital World. It was Taichi who defeated Etemon, and saved you from being killed. It was Taichi, who, even though he had the chance to stay back, had the courage to go back to the Digital World, and unite the group after you'd split up. It was Taichi who got me my tag and crest and digivice. It was Taichi who held out against Piedmon long enough for Yamato to arrive and renew the attack. And it was Taichi who, time after time, battle after battle, kept us going, kept us alive, kept us true to the cause. That's what Taichi did, and I love him for that." Hikari burst into tears as the last words escaped her mouth. She sobbed for a minute, then took her whistle, which she had received from Gatomon a short while back, and laid it on Taichi's coffin. Daisuke followed suit, and placed his goggles on the coffin. Mimi took out one of the stars from her hair, and layed it on the coffin as well. Takeru gave his hat to Jyou, which he placed on the coffin, along with his very own Crest, that of Reliability.
Now, four of the Chosen Children, who had fought for the Digital World and the Real World, were lost.
Their killer was, in fact, was one the Chosen Children had thought dear to them. He had given his life to protect them, but, in doing so, had doomed himself to be reborn to kill them. For you see, even the Digital World has its rules. The killer had broken one of them. "No one directly involved with the Chosen Children can interfere with works directly involving them." And "If any digimon chooses to disobey this rule, they will be forced to destroy that which they were trying to protect, and those things associated with it, regardless of age or time span." These rules, set forth many eons ago, are what made the one who had protected the child of Light, the one who saved her from Myotismon's wrath, come back to kill all that she held dear. That person, was Wizardmon. For breaking the Sacred Rules of the Digital Realm, he was forced to do the one thing that he had been trying to prevent so long ago, --kill the Chosen Children. He was now back in the Digital World, being once again reborn as a Digiegg, Jyou had killed him. None of the other Chosen Children knew who it was, for Jyou had not told them yet. And he probably never would.
One by one, the remaining Chosen Children left the cemetery. Finally, all that reamained of the once-proud group of Children, who had fought so valiantly for the fate of the world, were memories. Memories that would live forever, so long as the ones who bore them, did not let them be lost.
[A/N: HA! Betcha weren't expecting that, huh?]