Legal/Author's Note: Digimon and its characters are not mine. That said, I'd like to clarify my motives for writing this fic. Honestly, I love Taichi and Hikari, they are, indeed, two of my favorite characters, so any and all flames on the subject of their sanity will be pleasantly ignored. Actually, all flames will be laughed at and left unaddressed. Thank you. ~ Cherubic Sasami
It is 4 years after the final battle, and much has changed. Ethics have been questioned and the insanity of battle has tainted even the purest of hearts. In the house of Kamiya, Hikari stood alone in her bedroom, her dyed chestnut hair left down as a standing reminder to her happy past; a link to her loss.
Crimson Footsteps
'My hands, they are so dirty,' she reflected, staring at the palms of her Dial-fresh hands. 'I have tried so hard to justify my actions, but to no avail. Death is death, whoever you are, whatever you've done.' A single tear came to the crease of her youthful eyes. 'I've seen so much destruction, I no longer fear the pain of death, only the pain I've brought to those whose hearts where once pure... like my own.' She looked up from her focus point and glared at the picture on her nightstand.
'Brother, my brother, you always told me that what I did was right, and I, being the trusting girl I am, believed you.' She glared at the mahogany eyes that smiled back at her from the glossy photo. 'You were wrong, though only now do I realize this. You were wrong to try and make me believe things that you, yourself, could never have conceded; you were wrong to fill my head with thoughts of justice, when I doubt, to this day, you understand the meaning of the word. Why? Why did you tell me these things? Why did you drive me to the point agony, when my conscience was forced to contend with the lies you called truth?' Her fists tightened; her fingernails ripped hard into her skin, drawing rivulets of blood.
'Nevertheless, I have discovered my own sense of justice.' She smiled maniacally. 'There is, indeed, a way of bringing these lies all to an end, to atone for all the lives I've taken. I regret that you are not here to see this, but you always were the weak one. Courage, what is the point of courage without justice? What a fool you were, taking your life simply as a way of escaping your past. Didn't you realize your actions would follow you? However, when I leave this world, with the mind-set of self-sacrifice, all the evils of this world will vanish, and I will return pure, as I was brought here pure.' With a slow, fluid motion, she gingerly picked up the ice pick she kept in the drawer.
'Since you've left, dearest sibling of mine, mom and dad have been extra careful to purge the house of every and all sharp items. Thankfully, I planned ahead!' She raised the ice pick in a triumphant motion. 'It's not as effective as your method, I'm afraid, but concealing a meat knife was more difficult than I imagined.' She slowly ran the pick across her wrist and watched, intently, as the blood flowed down her arm and onto the platinum carpet.
'Piximon, Whalmon, Lady Devimon, the list goes on and on. Please, accept my blood as penance for your own.' She grew dizzy and her thoughts became mixed and muddled. Tears welled in her eyes as she collapsed to the floor. 'I don't want to hurt anyone else. This... This is the only way. Don't worry, brother, I'll be seeing you soon.'
Her eyes flickered shut and the light was gone.
It is 4 years after the final battle, and much has changed. Ethics have been questioned and the insanity of battle has tainted even the purest of hearts. In the house of Kamiya, Hikari stood alone in her bedroom, her dyed chestnut hair left down as a standing reminder to her happy past; a link to her loss.
Crimson Footsteps
'My hands, they are so dirty,' she reflected, staring at the palms of her Dial-fresh hands. 'I have tried so hard to justify my actions, but to no avail. Death is death, whoever you are, whatever you've done.' A single tear came to the crease of her youthful eyes. 'I've seen so much destruction, I no longer fear the pain of death, only the pain I've brought to those whose hearts where once pure... like my own.' She looked up from her focus point and glared at the picture on her nightstand.
'Brother, my brother, you always told me that what I did was right, and I, being the trusting girl I am, believed you.' She glared at the mahogany eyes that smiled back at her from the glossy photo. 'You were wrong, though only now do I realize this. You were wrong to try and make me believe things that you, yourself, could never have conceded; you were wrong to fill my head with thoughts of justice, when I doubt, to this day, you understand the meaning of the word. Why? Why did you tell me these things? Why did you drive me to the point agony, when my conscience was forced to contend with the lies you called truth?' Her fists tightened; her fingernails ripped hard into her skin, drawing rivulets of blood.
'Nevertheless, I have discovered my own sense of justice.' She smiled maniacally. 'There is, indeed, a way of bringing these lies all to an end, to atone for all the lives I've taken. I regret that you are not here to see this, but you always were the weak one. Courage, what is the point of courage without justice? What a fool you were, taking your life simply as a way of escaping your past. Didn't you realize your actions would follow you? However, when I leave this world, with the mind-set of self-sacrifice, all the evils of this world will vanish, and I will return pure, as I was brought here pure.' With a slow, fluid motion, she gingerly picked up the ice pick she kept in the drawer.
'Since you've left, dearest sibling of mine, mom and dad have been extra careful to purge the house of every and all sharp items. Thankfully, I planned ahead!' She raised the ice pick in a triumphant motion. 'It's not as effective as your method, I'm afraid, but concealing a meat knife was more difficult than I imagined.' She slowly ran the pick across her wrist and watched, intently, as the blood flowed down her arm and onto the platinum carpet.
'Piximon, Whalmon, Lady Devimon, the list goes on and on. Please, accept my blood as penance for your own.' She grew dizzy and her thoughts became mixed and muddled. Tears welled in her eyes as she collapsed to the floor. 'I don't want to hurt anyone else. This... This is the only way. Don't worry, brother, I'll be seeing you soon.'
Her eyes flickered shut and the light was gone.
