Here's the next part! Enjoy!
Dedication: kk. Krissy, I know that you love Izzy…and Gia, I know that you love him too…so this is dedicated to both of you. Enjoy, cry, whatever. ^_~
~*Fateful Destinies*~
Izzy's adopted mother tightly closed her eyes, before once again opening them to stare at her husband. Their turn.
It was so…ironic. How Izzy had died, that was. He had died just as his real parents had…
~*Chapter 8*~
~*Forgotten Knowledge*~
Name: Izzy Izumi
Crest: Knowledge
Digimon: Tentamon
Birth Date: September 21
Death Date: September 5, 2015
Age when killed: 28
Cause of Death: Car Crash.
Have you ever watched a friend die? I mean…been there, and yet not been able to do anything? Not be able to save that friend? Watch them die, while you still live?
I have. I was there…there…and yet, not able to do anything when Izzy Izumi died.
Izzy was the most knowledgeable person that I ever knew. I sometimes could swear that he knew everything there was to know.
Back on topic. I was there the moment that he died.
I was in the car when it crashed. There was not a single scratch on my body. But Izzy died.
It's ironic…ironic, that he died in the same manner as his birth parents.
Even more ironic that it was on the anniversary of their death.
And still more ironic, how we were on our way back from the graveyard.
It was Izzy's tradition. Every anniversary of his birth parent's death, he would visit their graves.
He died not two full miles from where they rest.
I don't remember much from the accident…there were bright lights, the sound of screeching tires…the world spinning around me…
And it was over almost before it had begun. The car that had slammed into us had driven on un-harmed, while we careened off the road, tumbling, rolling, and crashed into the tree.
I remember that it seemed hard to breathe…but I still breathed.
Which meant that I was still alive. But what of Izzy? Following, is, from my memory, my last conversation with Izzy Izumi.
~*A conversation with Izzy just before his death, September 5th, 2015.*~
"Izzy! Izzy, can you hear me?" my voice was raw in my throat.
A fool! That's what I was. I was a fool to ever think that I could prevent the death of my remaining friends! Fate didn't care. It would kill us one by one, no matter what I did.
"Izzy?"
No response. I frantically began trying to move from the position that I was pinned in. The whole door had caved in; and the roof, as well. Together, they worked to keep me immobile.
But then, I saw a flash of orange. The color of Izzy's shirt.
"Izzy!"
A groan of pain. He was alive!
But not for long, my mind told me. His face was covered in blood…his blood. He, too, was pinned, like me. But, unlike me, he was injured. Badly.
And I knew, right then, that he would die before help came.
"K…Ken?" he managed to get my name out. "Tell…tell the others…to be…to be careful. Tell…tell Joe and Yolei to be so careful…and you be careful, too, Ken. Don't die like I'm going to…and…and like the others…the others before me did."
There were tears on my face. I had always thought that the worst feeling in the world would be to die. But I was wrong.
The worst feeling in the world is to be there, be there when one of your best friends dies. To hear their last words, and know that you cannot help. That is the worst thing.
"And Ken? Tell my parents…that…that…"
His voice was becoming fainter. He couldn't die! If he died, then there would only be me, Joe, and Yolei…
He was silent for a few seconds, gaining his strength. Then he spoke again. "Tell my parents…tell them…tell them that…" his voice was so low that I almost couldn't hear, and had to strain my ears to catch his last whispered words. "…that…that I love them…"
And then he grew silent. Death had descended.
~*End of Conversation*~
And so, I was there, and yet not able to help.
And as death descended, knowledge was forgotten.
Well…there's Izzy…I had trouble trying to make this one original, though I don't really know why. Anyway, I hope that you liked it! And please review!
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