Authors note: I don't think some of you reading this quite understand. I live in England. We only just got 02. We get ONE ep a week on a Saturday. I write as I see them. I can't take requests for eps because I've only seen 5 of them.
Ohhhhhhhh boy. This time I'm doing 'The hidden Angst of Gomamon'. WHAT WAS I ON????? This is kinda a monologue at someone. Not sure who he's talking to apart from you reading this. But then, that's now I write, I just hear them talking behind me.
Return of Myself
He's back! Finally I can start to wind Joe up again! It's been too long. And as much as it pains me to say this…. I missed him. Now don't ever tell him I said that. Got my image to protect and all.
But it is true. And I think that they must have all missed us as much as we missed them. Its hard knowing that the one person you were created for, the one you waited your whole life for, must leave you forever. I think I spent most of those few days afterwards crying. I never let the others see me though. Oh no, not me, the ever-cheerful Gomamon. I couldn't. If I did, I would've lost what makes me…well me.
Ever cheerful, ever hopeful, yeah that's me. So cheerful, my heart almost broke in two the day he left. And then fate brings him back to me, only to take away again. Instead of me working with him again I now have this crummy, cold wasteland to guard. And he's at home, warm. Probably studying. Does he ever do anything else?
I want my friend back. Not these hollow replacements. Not one of them has the spirit and fire that we had in our prime. We were unbeatable. We could've told the stars to dance and they would've obeyed. We were unstoppable.
Too unstoppable.
You see, our winning was our undoing. With the battle over, they left. Left us. Left us hollow, empty. We had to relearn who we were without being defined by our partners. Problem is, without our partners we are nothing.
So I came here. I could be nothing in an area of nothing. No one here would know of me. No one here would look to me to solve their problems.
Then he arrived.
I know I should've kept my mouth shut, but he really annoyed me. So then I'm throw out the camp until I almost die from exposure. That would've been a fitting end to me. I die a nothing because the one who defined who I was had gone. I had lost my own identity, my humour worn down by the fate given to me.
Yeah I know. How could the ever-smiling Gomamon lose hope? I lost half my soul. That tends to have an effect on you.
So here I am, dying, when someone steps on me. I didn't really care enough to make a sound or yell at them like I might've done a year... hell six moths ago. I just stayed still, waiting for the darkness to claim me.
Then I hear him.
At first I thought it was one of those near death experiences that Tai once told me about. I thought I was hearing Joe usher me home. Usher me into oblivion. Then they found me.
Joe lifted my head…And I was complete again.
He doesn't know. He can't know, and I am swearing each and everyone reading this now to secrecy. He can't know how his absence destroyed me.
And now, I try to return to what I was. What Joe needs me to be. He will be back, or else we will fail. Those kids can't replace us. We will not allow shallow copies of our soul mates to take over. Our partners won't go quietly (especially Tai, he won't do anything quietly).
So I must be who I was. Wisecracking, fast-talking, mind-blowing Gomamon.
But I can't remember who he is.