Every Rose Has It's Thorns
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Disclaimer: As usual, Digimon does not belong to me, it belongs to the people at Toei and Bandai and all of them. You know what I mean. Also, the first set of lyrics are from Savage Garden's "The Lover After Me" they belong to Columbia records, not to me. The second set of lyrics belongs to, well is copyrighted by Nintendo. It is from the Pokemon Movie Album. *Dodges flying things* Aah! Hey, well, it fit perfectly, I just felt that either I use that, or I write my own song, and this option seemed the easiest. K? Oh, also, for that PKMN song, I had to improvise a little on the lyrics ( Gomen *_*;;;), cause I couldn't really get them. I tried, I searched the Internet, but I couldn't find them, so I had to get them from off the CD cause the little booklet thing didn't have the lyrics. K? Also, the third set of lyrics are from the Celine Dion CD, Let's Talk About Love. It's the song, "Love Is on the Way." That's not mine either.Well, any mention of Celeste and Natalie, belongs to me. The plot idea also belongs to me. Well, that's all for the disclaimer. Onto the Author's Note!
Author's Note: Well, as promised, Matt will play a major part in this part! ( But I have to bash him a little.) It's almost completely from his P.O.V. except for like a few tiny parts that have to do with Mimi all right? Also, in this part, Matt's in Florida. K? Oh, BTW, this story begins about a day or so after Mimi left the hospital. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, I suggest you read part one. Also, the Soldier of Sincerity and the Knight of Fiendship are partly from Sailor Moon, but I still created the idea . K? The time frame is sorta messed up I think, but bear with it. Please. Be forewarned, this gets a bit scary in parts!Well onto the story!
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Part Two: Reunion
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Yamato Ishida stormed out of the tall, sky-scraping apartment building, pulling the wooden door closed with a violent slam. He stormed across the street, not aware that cars were still speeding wildly down the street, because he was inwardly cursing himself for being such a fool. Through the intervention of some unknown grace, he managed to reach his car without getting run over. When he got there, he pulled the door open so hard, that it almost came off of its hinges. He climbed in still fuming, in the process catching one last glimpse of the woman that had almost become his fiancée.
She was standing at her window, smirking directly at him. He knew that she mst be thinking. What an idiot he is. How could he ever have believed that I could have possibly ever have loved him! Ha! I am far to good for him! She gave him one last indignant toss of her head, as though to confirm his thoughts.
He didn't take another look back as he sped down the street. He really couldn't concentrate on his driving, since his mind was clouded with anger. He slowed the car to a stop at a traffic light. As he waited, his mind couldn't help but wander back to the events of the previous hour.
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Flashback…
Matt stepped out from the small, cramped elevator into the seemingly endless corridor, an air of confidence evnveloping him. He knew exactly what he was doing, where he was going, and what he would say. He was confident that things would go fine. He internally reassured himself, and he was partly successful. Outwardly, he showed no sign of fear and nervousness, but on the inside, he was shaking. This was probably the hardest thing for him to do. He felt even more scared than the time that they had faced Apocalymon. Then at least, he had all his friends to support him then, but here, it was just him up against his greatest fear, expressing his true feelings to someone. You know what I mean, letting someone get close to you. He was taking a risk, but nonetheless he felt confident.
After stepping out of the elevator and persuading himself to continue, he walked all the way down to the end of the hallway and paused in front of the door that was numbered 436.
Well, he thought, here I am. I guess it's now or never.It's going to be easy. All I've gotta do, is go in there, and ask her, plain and simple, no sugar coating. I'll just go up to her and ask her if she'll marry me. That's all I've gotta do. Now, come on, you've gotta do this. You love her and she loves you, right?
He paused for a second. Now he was worried. The night before, he hardly got any sleep because of the worry that she, the one he loved, would decline and maybe leave his heart crushed. He was still going to go through with his plan though. From his pocket, he pulled out a small velvet covered box and concealed it in his hand. Taking a deep breath to try and calm the butterflies in his stomach, he knocked on the door of the apartment. He expected to get an answer after about a minute, but when he didn't, he began to get worried. He tried to listen through the door, but he heard only silence. Maybe, she'd hurt herself or maybe she was missing or something along those lines. His heart began to pound wildly for the fear that maybe something horrible had happened to the one he loved.
Not sure what to do, he reached out with a shaking hand and tested the door knob. To his extreme surprise, the doorknob turned in his hand. It was a very rare event when she left the door unlocked. Usually, she only left it open if she was expecting him. Even when she just went down the hall, she didn't leave the door unlocked. Now he was worried. She wasn't expecting him, so why would the door be open?
Slowly and hesitantly, he turned the knob and opened the door with one hard push. When he saw what was inside the room, his heart shattered into a million pieces and then some.He felt the sadness, hurt and anger well up inside of him, threatening to corrode his spirit and destroy his soul.
What greeted him in the apartment were two startled pairs of eyes, one set belonging to his girlfriend and the other belonging to a strange man. At first, he thought that he might be a relative of hers, but he immediately dismissed that possibility. He cleared all the haze from his mind and just took in the whole truth. They were making out in the middle of the apartment floor.
Almost immediately, the woman got up and stood to face him.
She brushed a strand of her strawberry blond hair out of her emerald green eyes that were now tinged with anger.
"Matt!" she screamed angrily wiping her mouth, " how dare you barge into my apartment?! You have no right!"
" What do you mean I have no right, Lisa?!" he retorted angrily as he brushed his own golden hair out of angry azure eyes. " I should have a right! I loved you and I thought you loved me!" He held up the velvet box that he had in his hand. " You know what I came here to do?!" he yelled. "I came here to propose to you!" he yelled as he waved the velvet box in the air. " I thought you loved me! It seems I was wrong!" He turned to walk out the door.
" Matt…Matt w..wait!" she stuttered. "It's not what you think!" She lunged forward and grabbed onto his arm.
He whirled to face her. " What kind of fool do you take me for?!" he snarled in her face. " Let go of me now!" he yelled as he jerked his arm away. He turned to walk away again, but he noticed that she was reaching for his arm again. He whirled around and backhanded her across the face.
Her eyes widened in shock at the slap and her concerned expression immediately turned to anger.
She was silent for a moment but then she said nonchalantly, " Go on," she began softly, her voice slowly inscreasing to a yell, "go, get out! Get out of here! Leave me alone! Get out of here!"
"I will!" he shouted back. He turned to storm out of the door, but before he did, he turned to the unidentified man and said irately, "Go on, take her, she's all yours!"
The man didn't know how to respond, he just stood still, staring at him, in shock. Matt stood there, just waiting for a response from him. Eventually, he managed to nod mutely at him.
With that, he smiled snidely and stormed out of the apartment, closing the door behind him with a violent slam that caused a glass photo frame with a picture of the two of them as a happy couple, to fall off of a nearby table and fall to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.
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End Flashback…
The loud raucous noise of multiple car horns sounding jolted Matt out of his thoughts. Coming out from such a deep level of thought left him a bit dazed. It took him a second to realize where he was. After about a second or so, he realized that he was at a traffic light and that there were quite a few impatient drivers behind him.
Without concious thought his foot came down on the gas pedal putting the car into motion. He knew that the drivers behind him were still fuming, but he paid no attention to them. He was too angry with himself. He cursed himself as his fist made contact with the steering wheel.
His heart ached with grief and sorrow, but also with anger. How could she do that to him?! More importantly, why? Had he done something wrong? As far as he knew, he had done everything right. He was always there for her when she needed someone, always all ears and always having a shoulder to cry on. He had never deserted her, or anything along those lines, so why?!
Somehow, miraculously, he managed to keep himself from breaking down and he managed to keep his thoughts straight. Still, though, his mind kept wandering back.
He had always thought that he knew how much he truly loved her, but now, he realized truly how much he did. It hurt him deeply to think that she didn't return those feelings. He had loved her with all his heart and then some. He couldn't believe that she'd do something like this to him! He'd always thought she'd loved him, and maybe she truly did. Maybe this was just an accident.
Another red light loomed up ahead and he slowed the car to a stop. Up ahead was an exit to the Florida Turnpike. That was it! That was his ticket to freedom! He'd just get on it and drive. Truthfully, he didn't care where he ended up. He'd just drive until he ran out of gas, then he'd stop, refill and keep on driving. That was what he'd do.
Of course, that's what he'd always done. After the return from DigiWorld, he'd returned to Japan just long enough to complete his school years. Sometime during his college years, he'd decided to take an English class. He remembered that all of the DigiDestined, for some reason, decided to take the same course, but he didn't see any of them in the class. His brother and Kari had also decided to take that class when they got to college. Well, anyway he had passed the class. After that, unsure what to do, he decided to set out for America. His band had split up, so there was really no reason to stay, but he had made enough money to live on it for quite a while ( yes, even in American money, he had enough. I'd say about $1,000,000,000.), so he set out for America. First, he'd moved to New York, to see if he could find his friend from the band who had moved there. What was his name again? Oh yeah, Frank. Well, he didn't find him, but he did find his first love.
There in New York, he met a woman named Miriam who had captured his heart instantly. Of course, that relationship had failed because they had no common ground, so, he headed to New Jersey where he met someone named Rachel who he fell for. That relationship failed too because she had said that she really didn't care for someone like him. After that, he decided to leave that area and he headed to North Carolina to get away from the city. There, he met someone too, a nice woman named Greta. Of course, that had failed because he found out that she was only interested in his money. After that, he headed to Georgia where he met Erika. Following suit, that relationship failed because she died. She was killed in a freak hit and run accident. He had been distraught over that, but he moved on to Florida. This is where he had met Lisa. For once, things had actually seemed to be working out. It had gone so well that he thought that it might actually work out; it had lasted far longer than his other realtionships. He had thought that in order to preserve it, they should get married. Now he scoffed at the idea. Now he was sure that he was destined to ever find love. Every relationship he had had ,had failed and he was sure that it wasn't a coincidence. Supposedly, some higher power was toying with him, taunting and teasing his heart. Well, now, he had been pushed to his limits and he was going to end this little game. He was never going to let anyone, and he meant anyone get hold of his heart ever again. This was coming to and end. Now!
He broke his train of thought and looked up at the light, half expecting it to have changed. To his surprise, it was still green. Man! He thought, is this light *ever* going to change?
He sat there for a few seconds before deciding to turn on the radio. He pushed the little button on and turned up the volume.
A song was playing, but he didn't recgonize it and didn't even bother listening to it. He was thinking again.
Why does this kind of thing have to happen to me? He thought, What did I do to make love turn it's back on me? What!? He thought back through everything he could remember and he came up with only one incident.
Suddenly, it hit him, and he instantly regretted being born.
