Love only lasts 4ever
Chapter 1: Changes
By Windstar
Greetings. *snorts* Oh god, I'm such an idiot! Heh. Oh yeah!!! Just wanna give ya a warning before you read this fic. This series is action, adventure, drama, romance, and angst combined together. Hee.
WARNING: If you have no clue what yaoi is, then go away, but if you're an open minded kind of person then you can stay if you want *shrugs*. If yaoi disgusts you and makes you want to gag, again GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!!!! (I kinda forgot to this up in the prologue, but read it anyway) If this applies to you, I suggest you hit the back button: if you are a Sora fan or a Sorato fan or a Taiora fan, heh, don't read this series, cuz I know you are going to flame me badly. But no matter, I'll use the flames to do more Taito fics. *grins evilly* So FEAR ME SORATO AND TAIORA AND SORA FANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *cracks up* Oh yeah, this series is still yaoi and Taito. So, don't worry, Taito fans.
Disclaimer- Geez. Do I have to do this for every single fic I write????? I do not own Digimon. I only own my characters, Aria and Stallionmon.
Ages: Jyou: 22
Aria: 21
Yamato: 21
Sora: 21
Koushiro: 20
Mimi: 20
Takeru: 17
Hikari: 17
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Ten years later
Dust moved to the sky, signaling somethings were moving really quickly. Some very big things, you might add.
A Garurumon was in the lead, keeping a steady pace for the Digimon behind him. The blue and white stripes shone beautifully in the bright day, which the sun created. {No duh!} The Garurumon had a young blonde man on his back, the icy indigo eyes now had compassion and hardness. He glanced back and met the aqua marine eyes of his twin sister.
She stared back, brown hair whipping around her face. She was on topped of a Stallionmon. Easily keeping pace with the Garurumon. The proud white head was held high, the horn on his forehead gleaming in the sun. Stallionmon was one of the most powerful champion Digimon around.
Behind the brunette woman, sat a girl with light brown hair on Stallionmon. The light red brown eyes still had light, but very little. There was hardness. A small champion Digimon was on her head. Gatomon. Small, but quick and strong.
The young blonde man glanced up and saw an Angemon, a Kabuterimon, and a Birdramon. In the Angemon's arms, there was a boy who looked almost exactly like the young blonde man. The teenager boy had the crest of hope. He happily smiled to his older brother.
The indigo eyed man smiled back and look up to the blue clear sky. Outline in the sky, there were form of the Kabuterimon and the Birdramon. On top of the Kabuterimon, there was a red head genius, tapping away in his lap top. There was still the curiosity and knowledge in the black eyes with no irises.
On the Birdramon's talons, sat a young woman with red eyes and red orange hair. The eyes were dead serious and lost was there, too.. She had mature and still had the love. [Gag!!]
The Garurumon was running along near a raging river. In the river, there was a huge Ikkakumon. Another man with blue hair and glasses was sitting on his Digimon companion. Behind him, rode another brunette girl. The brown-orange hair whipping in the wind. She was no longer the ditz she was ten years ago. Her Digimon companion, Togemon, was sitting next to her.
The Digimon had learn by age and by experience to stay in their champion forms. They protected their human partners with their very lives. They stood by them for support and in defense. And this was no exception.
A herd of Darktyrannomon were attacking the group of young people. Garurumon's "Howling Blaster" and Stallionmon's "Destiny Horn" kept the first wave of Darktyrannnomon at bay. Kikkoman's "Harpoon Torpedo", Birdramon's "Meteor Wing", Kabuterimon "Electro Shocker", and Togemon's "Needle Spray" kept the second wave away. Gatomon's "Quick Claw" and Angemon's "Hand of Fate" finish the fight.
The Digimon were exhausted, pleading for rest. Yamato agreed and put camp near a beautiful lake. The Digimon happily went to sleep. The humans rested peacefully, staring at the sun as it set in the sky. Jyou had his arms around Mimi as they stared into each other's eyes. Takeru and Hikari sat next to each other, not talking at all, but holding hands. Nearby, Aria kept an eye on them. She didn't want her younger brother to do anything… romantic (as in making out) with Hikari right now. Aria glanced at Koushiro, who was still tapping away on his lap top. She tried not to blush, but she failed. Thankfully, Koushiro wasn't paying attention to her, this time.
Sora was thinking about the things she did to Taichi… and Yamato. She wasn't ashamed of what she had done. At least, she thought, I separated them and they don't have any chance to be together again. Cuz Taichi is dead. But…… I didn't have a chance to kiss him. Well, if I can't have him, then Yamato can't have Taichi either.
The older blonde stood alone, silently watching the sun. he always stood alone, wanting nobody for company, not even his own brother or twin sister. Soon stars came to the sky, white twinkling stars against the black nights sky. The stars have no worries, I wished I was a star, he though wistfully. He saw a shooting star and wished…
Wished that he could again see the friendly chocolate brown eyes that had eagerness and energy. He wished he could see again his true love. Tears cascade down his pale cheeks, knowing he would never see his love again.
He closed his indigo eyes and thought about the mistake he did ten years ago. He did not react quickly enough, if only… if only Sora hadn't kissed him, then … maybe Taichi would be here by his side. Taichi would be leading the Digidestined, not him. He would in the back, staring at Taichi's untamed chestnut brown hair, wishing he could run his fingers through the soft hair. But that wasn't reality. The reality was that Taichi was dead, had been over ten years.
He sighed, knowing he was hopeless, longing for a love that was long gone. He wanted to let go of the memory of that ……… sweet, warm kiss that his love gave him ten years ago.
He was so alone among the eight of them. Sure he had his twin sister, Aria, and younger brother, Takeru, but that wasn't enough for him. He wanted more, something he could have with Taichi, but that was impossible because Taichi was dead. He wanted to drown in his own loneliness and angst, but he couldn't. The group depended on him. He was the leader of the "losers" he once put it when he was raging mad at Taichi. He sighed one last time and looked longing into the night, he was sure he saw chestnut brown hair at the distance. He blinked, it was gone. He went back to the fire of warmth and loneliness.
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How was that? Too depressing, in my opinion. Oh well, I had to do it cuz it has to go with the series I'm doing. Please review and you'll make a very happy person and you'll get the next chapter soon. ^-^ (if I don't get too lazy)