~*Fateful Destinies*~

The end is drawing near…

Dedication: *in a sing songy voice* Pikachumaniac…please don't kill me…^_~

~*Fateful Destinies*~

Jim slowly pulled his glasses off, rubbing the lenses against his shirt in an attempt to clean the already sparkling clean lenses.

It was weird. It wasn't right. Joe had been a doctor…he had trained so long to be able to become a doctor, yet he had been killed by a disease that he had always wanted to find the cure for.

He reached for the book. He already knew the story off by heart…he had been there. But he knew that he must read.

~*Chapter 11*~

~*Failing Reliability*~

Name: Joe Kido

Crest: Reliability

Digimon: Gomamon

Birth date: February 15

Death date: November 5, 2015

Age when killed: 30

Cause of death: Cancer

I mentioned once before, in one of the earlier chapters, that Joe had a deadly illness.

What was that 'deadly illness,' you ask?

Cancer. That's what.

Such a cruel way to die. It was so ironic…all his life, Joe had dreamed of healing people…and he died from an un-curable disease.

He had been diagnosed with it 6 short months ago. At the time that Davis died, I had been sure that it would be Joe to leave us.

I had been wrong. And I had decided to try to make sure that this time, I was right.

I remember that both Yolie and I were there when he died. His brother, Jim, was there, as well.

Following, is, from my memory, the last time that I saw Joe.

~*A Conversation with Joe minutes before his Death*~

"Don't worry, Joe. I…I'm sure that the doctors…I'm sure that it'll be alright!" Yolie said, her voice filled with sadness.

"Yeah," Jim agreed. "Just hang on! It'll turn out okay!"

Joe turned his head, slightly, to look at us. We…Yolie, Jim, and I…both stood on one side of the hospital bed in which he lay.

"No," he rasped. "No. I'll die…just like the others. Today. It's November 5th…today is the day. My last day. My last day alive."

I wanted to cry. No! There were only three of us left! Soon…soon it would be two. How could this happen? Why?

The nurse chose that moment to walk into the room. "I think that you should leave, now."

"No," Yolie pleaded . "Please. We're his friends. He's going to die. Today."

"How can you be sure?" the nurse questioned.

"We just can," was the only answer I gave her.

I turned my attention back to my friend, only to see his eyelids fluttering. Not again…No…I didn't want to be the one to witness the death of two of my friends. First Izzy…now Joe…I had to watch them both die!

And then, he stopped moving. His eyelids closed, his lashes forming a deadly crescent on his skin.

He was gone.

~*End of Conversation*~

And so, there were only two left. Yolie and I. I knew it would be Yolie to die next. I knew that, for some strange reason, Fate wanted me last.

Joe was dead. And so reliability failed, and we no longer had anyone to depend on.

For some strange reason…I had a really hard time writing this. I guess it's just that it's so hard to make them all original now…but I did it! I hope that it turned out okay…and I hope that you all liked it! PLEASE review!

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