Rating: G
Author: Chibi Trista
Author's Notes: A one-shot from Yamato's pov --- not really too much of storyline, just an excuse to try and write a story with alot of imagery. Takes place during Digimon 01 when the kids first got there (yeah, when he had "issues") - Yamato is realizing that people think of him as a hero, when really the digimon are the ones who do all the fighting and real work. He also realizes how important his little brother is to him.
Matt's View: A True Hero
I have been told that I am a hero, one of the Digidestined, a deliverer
of this land. Call it what you want, either way, who is the true
hero?
I sit here in a cave, by dying firelight, as a storm rages outside,
violent enough to bring the heavens down to kiss the earth. And still
I am baffled and amazed by the notion that I am called a hero. It
seems so far away in the future that this long journey will come to its
end. And I will live on in two worlds, known as a hero.
A title I do not deserve. A name placed upon my shoulders without
my consent or consolation. And I live on with the guilt of knowing
the true hero's will be forgotten.
They say it's because of me that they're able to do what they do.
That without me, this world, and my own, would be doomed. I wonder
if perhaps it's because they're too modest to take the recognition and
the praise that they deserve.
I yearn to find my place in all of this. To discover why I have
been forced into this position. And why my little brother?
Each day I contemplate the outcomes of the events that are my life.
As I realize the grave danger that my brother is put in everyday of his
life, an anger fills me, that leads back to that inevitable question, "Why
me?" The mere thought of losing him brings me a confused mixture
of anger and grief. Such a deep feeling that I run from the others,
pain burning in my heart, tears streaming across my face.
Into the woods I'd run, losing all contact with my surroundings, silently
begging the force that brought me into this world to return my brother
and myself to the safety and comfort of our own planet.
As my speed increased and I closed my eyes, it seemed so relevant that
I could soar into the rising dawn, and enter a world of sublime thoughts
and ease. Painless world, that could set my mind and heart free to
learn of every question I've searched to find an answer to.
But my pace was always slowed. Gradually stopped by the same
sound that I could always count on hearing. The soft, yet quick,
footsteps that chased after me into the thicket of tall trees and masses
of blossoming ground. I'd fall to my knees and wait for him.
"Don't leave me!" I would feel his arms thrown around
me, as he shouted those same words. I have no reason to open my eyes,
as I gasped for air, taking in deep painful breaths, and understanding
that I was alive.
And T.K. was still living. But not only because of me.
No, I am not the true hero. We are not the true hero's. But I open
my eyes and turn to gaze at the two of the eight I knew would follow after
my brother.
Into the clearing stepped the true hero's, the one's we had no chance
of surviving without. The one's we merely helped and gave encouragement
to. I smile as our digimon breathe a sigh of relief that there was
nothing wrong. That we were safe. And in my heart, the
digimon still keep, and deserve, their acknowledgement as the true
hero's of this land. And I will proudly remain but a legend in their
footsteps.