Rain poured onto the ground, making ripples into the
puddles and sagging the ground. People
in black held black umbrellas as wetness rolled down their faces. The skies matched the mood, being black and
saddening. People filled rows of chairs as they listened to the speaker. The
speaker stood by a black coffin. The people in black placed a single white rose
on the coffin. The people in black sat down and more wetness escaped their
reddened eyes as slowly, slowly the coffin entered the ground holding a child
of God who had entered the eternal sleep. Family and friends alike grieved and
all thought of only one question. Why? Why had this person taken his own life?
The coffin entered the ground and all the people there read
the gray tombstone. It read:
Takeru Takaishi
April 14, 1985 to May 14, 2001
Our Boy of Hope
Yamato Ishida pulled his eyes away
from the dark gray of the stone; it would hurt too much to read the message
again. He just couldn't understand it…why had his brother done it? He was too
young; he was only 15. Maybe he was tired of living in the shadow of his
brother…in the shadow of the famous rock star. So then it was all his fault…all
his fault. Maybe he didn't deserve to live…since he had been the reason that
young Takeru was now dead.
*
* *
Daisuke felt bad, extremely bad. His
rival…and friend…was gone…gone forever. Had it been his fault? He did, after
all, have Hikari. Had Takeru been so stupid as to kill himself just because he
knew Kari would now never be his? No, he couldn't. That would mean that it
would be Daisuke's fault. Would he?
*
* *
Hikari cried on Daisuke's shoulders.
Why, Takeru, why? He just had nothing to kill himself about. He had everything
he ever wanted. Everything, that is, except Hikari. No, that means that it was
Hikari's fault. Had it been her fault? That she had chosen Daisuke over him?
No, it's just not right. Takeru was not that desperate…was he?
*
* *
A new
digi-destined sat there, her brown, earthen reddened eyes staring, staring at
that tombstone. Brown hair lined with red streaks blocking the view of her
face, which was streaked by tears. Staring at the now covered coffin. She had
only met him weeks before. She just didn't understand it. Takeru was not one to
go and try to kill himself…no way. There just had to be another reason that his
wrists were cut. That there was a razor placed there, and that the only
fingerprints on there were Takeru's, and Takeru's alone. Although, everything
had proven that Takeru did, in fact, kill himself. Makéru Charon just couldn't
believe it. She would investigate, and find out the real reason that
Takeru was dead.
*
* * Makéru's House * *
*
"Will
you stop?!" Yamato screamed. "It's a fact. Takeru is dead of his own fault! He
killed himself! There is no other reason! There is no other proof that Takeru
was murdered!"
"But you said you heard
struggling upstairs that night" Makéru pointed out.
"Yeah,
I know, but you could struggle if blood is spurting out of your DAMN wrist!" Yamato screamed. You could tell
that he was getting angry. After all, they were talking about a dead
brother.
"Calm down, dammit Yamato!
Wouldn't you feel a little better knowing that Takeru didn't kill
himself so that you wouldn't have to wonder all your life why he died?!" Makéru
demanded. Yamato remained quiet, but crossed his arms and slanted his eyes in
anger. Makéru sighed. "I'm sorry, Yamato, but I'm trying to make you see it my
way"
"But your way is the crazy
way, and I do not want to take that route" Yamato said, his voice
lowered, but still full of irritation.
"Yamato, please. Just
listen to me," Makéru pleaded.
"Whatever"
Yamato said, looking in the other direction.
"Look,
we all know TK had no reason to kill himself, right?" Makéru questioned.
Everyone nodded. Everyone, that is, except Daisuke, Hikari, and Yamato. "What's
wrong? You guys don't actually think that there was a reason, do you?"
"What
if he killed himself because he didn't have Hikari/me?" Daisuke and Hikari said
in unison.
"No,
as a matter of fact, Takeru was the one who set you two up! And he also
told me that he had a crush on another girl in class, although I won't say it,
even though he's…gone" Makéru pointed out. Hikari and Daisuke sighed in relief
and nodded.
"I'm
seeing thing you're way now" Daisuke said as Hikari nodded in agreement.
"Yeah,
but what if he was tired of living in the shadow of a popular rock star, which
is also his brother?" Yamato said.
"Yamato,
really now. Takeru was very proud of you, and you know that" Makéru said, tears
now welling up in her temporarily dry eyes. "Yamato, Takeru would not do
that!"
"It's
my fault" Yamato told her.
"NO!
I won't let you say that! It's not your fault and you know it!" Makéru
screamed, choking on the tears that now streamed down her cheeks.
"Ok"
Yamato said. He said it so well that everyone actually believed him. Still,
Yamato knew it was his fault. He just knew it. Why else would Takeru do
it? If he did. Why would someone kill Takeru?
"So,
we have to find out another way that Takeru could have died that night" Makéru
said.
"Yeah,
I know what you're saying" Mimi agreed.
"First
we're going to have to make a suspect list. Like, who were Takeru's enemies? If
he had any, which I seriously doubt. And any one who might have been jealous of
him" Koushiro said.
"Yeah,
I know this one guy, he said TK had everything" Sora said.
"Well,
what's his name?" Taichi asked.
"Ryan
Perigo" Sora told him. Taichi wrote it down.
"And
Scott Galvan. He was jealous that TK got captain instead of him" Kenji said. Taichi
nodded and wrote the name down. This went all for a while until they had about
twenty people.
"I
guess this is enough" Hido said.
"Yeah,
it's getting late people. We'd better head home" Miyako said.
"Yeah,
let's meet here tomorrow okay?" Makéru said.
"Okay,
sure" Jyou said.
"Okay,
see ya guys" Makéru waved as everyone left and Yamato stayed, since his dad was
out late due to his job and he didn't want his son alone, after his brother's
death. "Are you mad Yamato?" she asked when everyone was gone.
"No,
why would I be?" Yamato said happily.
Makéru
just nodded and thought 'Why would Yamato be happy, when his brother is dead?
Is he planning to kill himself too?'
* * *
No
one understood how the young man felt. Takeru was dead, but still he got
too much attention. First he had to go and take his girl, then his spot on the
basketball team, and finally his place in someone's heart as a friend. One of
his family members, one he cared for so much. He didn't deserve her love. The
brown-haired boy shook his head. Now, Takeru's brother took up a big place in
her heart…a very big, important part that he did not want him to be apart of.
It wasn't right. Now he had to go and kill him.
* * *
Makéru
fixed up her bed and couldn't stop thinking about what Yamato would do to
himself. She lay in her bed, trying to sleep with no luck. She just had to
check on him. She stood up and walked to the guest room next door. She opened
up the door and stared at the floor, unwilling to believe what she saw.
* * *
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