Disclaimer: I dun own digimon or anything in it. I just steal the characters for a while and make them do my bidding :D. I also did not write or own the song 'Yellow'. That was Coldplay. I just felt it would be appropriate to put into this story.
This chapter came out a little differently then I intended it to. ::shrugs:: heh, that's okay, I've been experimenting...
This should take place somewhere in season 2 or a bit after. You can decide for yourself.
Warning: This one's got adult content in it, like colorful four letter words, depressive situations, and scenarios which probably shouldn't be viewed by people under 13. There's Taito too. ^_^
::enjoy!::
***
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
A steady dripping noise pollutes the dimly lit bathroom walls while a average sized figure remains hunched over the lavatory sink. Blue eyes stare down at their hand's work and examine the silvery weapon that glints before them. My breathing's becoming quick and anxious; just like the rest of my body.
She's never going to understand me...
The wrists that are displayed before me are pale with incisions from past experiences. Streams of blood have already begun to flow from their openings, and freely dropping into the basin. I run the cool water over the wounds and rub them gingerly.
I hastily seize a paper towel from the dispenser and press it up against my skin, allowing a sensation of pain to surge throughout my veins. Such a burst of adrenaline; it was almost impossible not to become completely addicted.
I let the clear liquid stream over the stained razor then flip the blade back and stick it in my uniform pocket. Delicately, I place the rim of my shirt back over the sliced flesh, in attempts to hide the cuts. With that, I take one final look in the mirror, and leave.
Passing through the eerie hallways, I stare at the banners and posters that contaminated the corridors. School pride, or whatever they liked to call it. I say it was just bullshit to make it seem like the building was a content place where kids would love to go hang out, even if they weren't being forced to go there five times a week. Nobody believes a word of it though, just the parents. Then again, I guess that's what they want. Personally, it makes me sick to see this huge blow up pictures of animal mascots doing slam-dunks, wearing jerseys with the schools colours.
Finally, after reaching a door with chipped blue paint, I feel my hand reach out to turn the doorknob. I walk in, only to begin being mocked by the world's most prehistoric science teacher.
"Welcome, M. Ishida. It's nice to see that you've decided to join us... I thought I might have to go and teach another class without you."
I give a reluctant smile to please him, then sit down in my desk. The rest of the people around me snicker in unison, while our instructor stares down at me, like a cat would if someone simply handed them a mouse.
I swear; his only goal is probably to see how many times he could humiliate me in a year. The bastard.
He'd suspended me more times then I could count; hell, all the teachers had, though I made it a point to only show about half of them to dad. There was enough stress in his life without having to worry about whether or not I was out arguing with teachers. Fucking cigarettes made it impossible for him to function properly anymore...
Having nothing else to do but watch the dust settle; I slump onto my desk and slip into a vacant dream state for the rest of the lesson.
***
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
"Hey, Matt!" I call, throwing my backpack over my shoulder and sprinting after him, "Wait up!"
The crowd is like a big swarm of green, everyone's uniforms blending together. Trying to find someone in it was more complicated then you might think, seeing as it was hopeless to tell the people apart. It seemed as if all the occupants of the building filed out together; a mob of students all wanting to get home and enjoy the afternoon.
"Yamato!" I yell again, this time trying harder to push through the crowded grounds to where he stood. He turns his head over in my direction, then stares bluntly at me with lost eyes.
They had been like that for a while now. His eyes; he always seemed so distant; like there was no point to doing anything. He didn't want to talk to anybody, or listen what we had to say. At first the others and I tried doing things to cheer him up, but in the end- nothing worked. If we had known what the problem was, maybe we could have helped, but now- he was just too far gone. T.K. couldn't understand what had happened; none of us could. We'd just have to try and live without his sarcastic remarks, his idiotic grin, or the cocky attitude we had all grown accustomed to.
"Hey, Tai..." He says slowly, leaning on the ledge of the tall stone fence, "What's up?"
"Nothing." I reply casually, "And you?"
"The same."
"Look," I start, "I was thinking of going to a movie, tomorrow with Sora; if you're interested in coming, you'd be welcome-"
"Three's a crowd." He cuts me off. "And I don't want to be the third wheel."
"Oh yeah..." I say, "You've got band practice tomorrow, right?"
He pauses. "That too."
"Okay." I say candidly, trying to push my backpack onto my shoulder after it starts slipping again, "Well, I've gotta go. Sora's waiting for me and I probably shouldn't keep her waiting. See you later, alright?"
He stops again, as if staring at the wall behind me. "Yeah. Bye." He says finally, his eyes focusing back on me.
I give my bag a final tug, then turn around and race up the block and past the park, feeling frustrated.
Talking to him was almost insufferable... You never had any idea what he was thinking. One minute you think you have him almost figured out, and then the next he does something that surprises you again.
***
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
I snatch my books irritably then begin walking home.
Why did he think he always had to babysat me?? I'm just fine on my own! I had learnt that so many years before, and yet they all keep persisting. Tai the most. T.K. too. I guess I couldn't blame them; I have been drifting away lately.
Gomen,T.K.,Gomen. It's nothing that you have to get involved in…
The band?? I hadn't been to a practice in ages… The others had probably already found someone else to fill in my position. I guess I would miss it a bit, but I had other things on my mind at the moment.
As far as I was concerned, the word 'digidestined' no longer meant anything to me. I was no longer at part of that group. The rest of the kids; They've got lives to live, maybe they'll eventually leave me alone so that I can be alone deal with mine...
"Konichiwa, Oyaji!" I yell, upon entering the apartment. "How was your day??"
I hurry over to his bed room and open the door. He's sitting in his bed, perched up on the pillows with an exhausted expression on his face. He doesn't answer. Just continues staring at the speckled wall.
"Good, I hope." I continue, dropping my shoulder bag to the ground and heading to the kitchen and beginning to whip up some soup. I pour the cup and a half of water into the pot and watch as it simmers.
"I talked to Takeru today..." I call over to him, mesmerised by the thousands of bubbles; pulsating in the saucepan, "He was going to come and visit yesterday, but Kasaan wouldn't let him, seeing as there was a basketball game..."
I open a package and pour the contents into the pot then pick up a spoon and commence stirring the boiling liquid. "I heard that they won, although I'm not completly sure."
Stepping over to the counter, I pull out a bowl and poured the soup in, making sure not to spill any. I then take the steaming bowl and leave it in front of him with a spoon. "It's hot, so be careful that you don't scorch your mouth."
He obediently lifts the utensil to his mouth and begin sipping away at the broth. Deciding that I wouldn't be needed here anymore, I step out to my own room then walk over to the bed. I lay down on the mattress then dig into my pockets for the little metal instrument.
First I pull out my grey knife and set it down next to me. No...that's not what I'm looking for... where is it??...I know I left it in here somewhere...
Finally, after many wrappers and pieces of garbage were abandoned on the ground, I found it. I lift it up to the light and stare as it shimmers confidently.
My harmonica.
I hold it to my lips then blow, listening as it's notes fill the empty air with a noise that could not be compared to any other. Such a noise, that they had the ability to soothe almost any pain.
It was one of the only modes of escape that I had managed to find; other then the blade.
I close my eyes and began slowly begin to drift off, half hoping I won't be faced with the task of waking up again. My harmonica slips from my worn out fingers and drops to the carpeted floor. Thankfully, I escape into a comforting dream world.
***
I've never done this style of writing; in the present with someone narrating, I mean, so if for some reason I keep writing it in the past tense , please be patient with me...-_-;;
And always remember!
~Reviews are like presents. Nice to give them away, but even better to receive.~
Please review!!
This chapter came out a little differently then I intended it to. ::shrugs:: heh, that's okay, I've been experimenting...
This should take place somewhere in season 2 or a bit after. You can decide for yourself.
Warning: This one's got adult content in it, like colorful four letter words, depressive situations, and scenarios which probably shouldn't be viewed by people under 13. There's Taito too. ^_^
::enjoy!::
***
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
A steady dripping noise pollutes the dimly lit bathroom walls while a average sized figure remains hunched over the lavatory sink. Blue eyes stare down at their hand's work and examine the silvery weapon that glints before them. My breathing's becoming quick and anxious; just like the rest of my body.
She's never going to understand me...
The wrists that are displayed before me are pale with incisions from past experiences. Streams of blood have already begun to flow from their openings, and freely dropping into the basin. I run the cool water over the wounds and rub them gingerly.
I hastily seize a paper towel from the dispenser and press it up against my skin, allowing a sensation of pain to surge throughout my veins. Such a burst of adrenaline; it was almost impossible not to become completely addicted.
I let the clear liquid stream over the stained razor then flip the blade back and stick it in my uniform pocket. Delicately, I place the rim of my shirt back over the sliced flesh, in attempts to hide the cuts. With that, I take one final look in the mirror, and leave.
Passing through the eerie hallways, I stare at the banners and posters that contaminated the corridors. School pride, or whatever they liked to call it. I say it was just bullshit to make it seem like the building was a content place where kids would love to go hang out, even if they weren't being forced to go there five times a week. Nobody believes a word of it though, just the parents. Then again, I guess that's what they want. Personally, it makes me sick to see this huge blow up pictures of animal mascots doing slam-dunks, wearing jerseys with the schools colours.
Finally, after reaching a door with chipped blue paint, I feel my hand reach out to turn the doorknob. I walk in, only to begin being mocked by the world's most prehistoric science teacher.
"Welcome, M. Ishida. It's nice to see that you've decided to join us... I thought I might have to go and teach another class without you."
I give a reluctant smile to please him, then sit down in my desk. The rest of the people around me snicker in unison, while our instructor stares down at me, like a cat would if someone simply handed them a mouse.
I swear; his only goal is probably to see how many times he could humiliate me in a year. The bastard.
He'd suspended me more times then I could count; hell, all the teachers had, though I made it a point to only show about half of them to dad. There was enough stress in his life without having to worry about whether or not I was out arguing with teachers. Fucking cigarettes made it impossible for him to function properly anymore...
Having nothing else to do but watch the dust settle; I slump onto my desk and slip into a vacant dream state for the rest of the lesson.
***
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
"Hey, Matt!" I call, throwing my backpack over my shoulder and sprinting after him, "Wait up!"
The crowd is like a big swarm of green, everyone's uniforms blending together. Trying to find someone in it was more complicated then you might think, seeing as it was hopeless to tell the people apart. It seemed as if all the occupants of the building filed out together; a mob of students all wanting to get home and enjoy the afternoon.
"Yamato!" I yell again, this time trying harder to push through the crowded grounds to where he stood. He turns his head over in my direction, then stares bluntly at me with lost eyes.
They had been like that for a while now. His eyes; he always seemed so distant; like there was no point to doing anything. He didn't want to talk to anybody, or listen what we had to say. At first the others and I tried doing things to cheer him up, but in the end- nothing worked. If we had known what the problem was, maybe we could have helped, but now- he was just too far gone. T.K. couldn't understand what had happened; none of us could. We'd just have to try and live without his sarcastic remarks, his idiotic grin, or the cocky attitude we had all grown accustomed to.
"Hey, Tai..." He says slowly, leaning on the ledge of the tall stone fence, "What's up?"
"Nothing." I reply casually, "And you?"
"The same."
"Look," I start, "I was thinking of going to a movie, tomorrow with Sora; if you're interested in coming, you'd be welcome-"
"Three's a crowd." He cuts me off. "And I don't want to be the third wheel."
"Oh yeah..." I say, "You've got band practice tomorrow, right?"
He pauses. "That too."
"Okay." I say candidly, trying to push my backpack onto my shoulder after it starts slipping again, "Well, I've gotta go. Sora's waiting for me and I probably shouldn't keep her waiting. See you later, alright?"
He stops again, as if staring at the wall behind me. "Yeah. Bye." He says finally, his eyes focusing back on me.
I give my bag a final tug, then turn around and race up the block and past the park, feeling frustrated.
Talking to him was almost insufferable... You never had any idea what he was thinking. One minute you think you have him almost figured out, and then the next he does something that surprises you again.
***
So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
I snatch my books irritably then begin walking home.
Why did he think he always had to babysat me?? I'm just fine on my own! I had learnt that so many years before, and yet they all keep persisting. Tai the most. T.K. too. I guess I couldn't blame them; I have been drifting away lately.
Gomen,T.K.,Gomen. It's nothing that you have to get involved in…
The band?? I hadn't been to a practice in ages… The others had probably already found someone else to fill in my position. I guess I would miss it a bit, but I had other things on my mind at the moment.
As far as I was concerned, the word 'digidestined' no longer meant anything to me. I was no longer at part of that group. The rest of the kids; They've got lives to live, maybe they'll eventually leave me alone so that I can be alone deal with mine...
"Konichiwa, Oyaji!" I yell, upon entering the apartment. "How was your day??"
I hurry over to his bed room and open the door. He's sitting in his bed, perched up on the pillows with an exhausted expression on his face. He doesn't answer. Just continues staring at the speckled wall.
"Good, I hope." I continue, dropping my shoulder bag to the ground and heading to the kitchen and beginning to whip up some soup. I pour the cup and a half of water into the pot and watch as it simmers.
"I talked to Takeru today..." I call over to him, mesmerised by the thousands of bubbles; pulsating in the saucepan, "He was going to come and visit yesterday, but Kasaan wouldn't let him, seeing as there was a basketball game..."
I open a package and pour the contents into the pot then pick up a spoon and commence stirring the boiling liquid. "I heard that they won, although I'm not completly sure."
Stepping over to the counter, I pull out a bowl and poured the soup in, making sure not to spill any. I then take the steaming bowl and leave it in front of him with a spoon. "It's hot, so be careful that you don't scorch your mouth."
He obediently lifts the utensil to his mouth and begin sipping away at the broth. Deciding that I wouldn't be needed here anymore, I step out to my own room then walk over to the bed. I lay down on the mattress then dig into my pockets for the little metal instrument.
First I pull out my grey knife and set it down next to me. No...that's not what I'm looking for... where is it??...I know I left it in here somewhere...
Finally, after many wrappers and pieces of garbage were abandoned on the ground, I found it. I lift it up to the light and stare as it shimmers confidently.
My harmonica.
I hold it to my lips then blow, listening as it's notes fill the empty air with a noise that could not be compared to any other. Such a noise, that they had the ability to soothe almost any pain.
It was one of the only modes of escape that I had managed to find; other then the blade.
I close my eyes and began slowly begin to drift off, half hoping I won't be faced with the task of waking up again. My harmonica slips from my worn out fingers and drops to the carpeted floor. Thankfully, I escape into a comforting dream world.
***
I've never done this style of writing; in the present with someone narrating, I mean, so if for some reason I keep writing it in the past tense , please be patient with me...-_-;;
And always remember!
~Reviews are like presents. Nice to give them away, but even better to receive.~
Please review!!