Disclaimers: I don't own Digimon. I wish I did. I don't own the song Wonderful either. That belongs to Everclear.
Let's see... Yamato is 8, Takeru is 3. I have no idea what Mr. Ishida's first name is, so I named him Torii. Why? I don't know. It sounded right. And although I use the boys' Japanese names, I stick by the fact that Nancy is French, and therefore doesn't have a Japanese name.
WONDERFUL
//I close my eyes when I get too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope it's over when I open them.//
Yamato lay awake that night, like he did almost ever night prior. He
could hear his mother crying outside of his and Takeru's room.
This was a common event in the Ishida apartment for the past months.
Father would come home drunk, hit mother until she cried, then the fighting
would stop. He never bothered the boys though.
"Yama?" The three year old Takeru asked as he touched his brother's
arm. "Are you awake?"
"I am now TK." Matt sighed as he rolled over to look at his brother.
"Go to sleep. Everything will be fine, I promise."
Takeru nodded. "Can I sleep in your bed? Daddy scares me."
Yamato picked his little brother up and set him on the bed. "Don't let
Dad scare you. Everything will be better tomorrow." Yamato smiled as he
tucked the little boy in to bed.
//I want the things that I had before
Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door
I wish I could count to ten
Make everything be wonderful again
I hope my mom and I hope my dad
Will figure out why they get so mad
Hear them scream, I hear them fight
They say bad words that make me want to cry.//
"Good morning Yamato." Nancy smiled at her son. He had returned home
from Jyou's apartment. Yamato hated the kid, but his mom forced him to be
friends with him. It was Jyou's birthday party the day before, which is why
he was able to spend the night at a much quieter place, allowing him time to
actually sleep.
"Hi mom. I ate breakfast at Jyou's. Is Dad home?"
"What do you want?" Torii Ishida barked at his son as he entered the
dining room. "Where the hell is my breakfast Nancy!?!"
"On the stove. I had to take Takeru to the Tajiri's this morning."
"You would put that bastard above me."
"Don't call him that!"
"If the shoe fits..."
"Not in front of Ma-...Yamato!" Nancy begged; tears forming in her
blue eyes.
"I'm leaving." Torii pushed Nancy out of the way, knocking her in to
the wall. "You'd better have my dinner ready, woman."
As Nancy collapsed on the floor crying, Yamato ran to his room and
slammed the door. Every day, it was the same thing. Torii would fight with
Nancy, Yamato would run to his room to hide when the name calling started,
Nancy would cry, and Torii would leave.
"Mateo, honey?" Nancy whispered as she opened his bedroom door. "I'm
sorry you had to hear that. Dad doesn't mean to yell."
Yamato sighed as he turned to look out his window. "Why does dad keep
calling Takeru a bastard?"
Nancy's heart sank. She never wanted to tell her sons her secret, much
less in this way.
"Well," Nancy sighed as she sat down on the bed next to her elder son.
"You know that I'm not Japanese like Dad. Takeru isn't Japanese either. His
dad lives in France."
"Do you know who his dad is?"
"Yes. His name is Phillipe Taxateur."
"Then why doesn't Takeru live with his parents in France?"
"I'm Takeru's mom. You know that. You were four when he was born."
Matt sighed as he covered his head with his bedsheets. "I'm just
checking. You may have traded my real brother for Takeru or something."
//Close my eyes when I go to bed
And I dream of angels who make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world's so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
Tell me everything is wonderful now.//
"I love you Takeru." Nancy whispered to her young son. "Everything
will be just fine tonight. Sleep well, my angels." She smiled as she closed
the boys' bedroom door.
"Yama? I'm scared. Daddy hit me today. I don't want him to do it again
when I'm sleeping."
Yamato's eyes opened wide at his brother's words. Their dad never hit
either boy, but Takeru never lied either.
"I'll never let him touch you again." Yamato growled. His father had
gone too far this time. It would have been different if he would have hit
Yamato- the older boy was a better fighter than the younger. Takeru was too
innocent. He didn't deserve any abuse.
"Thank you Yama." Takeru smiled as he snuggled close to his brother.
"Everything will be wonderful now."
//I go to school and I run and play
I tell the kids that it's all okay
I have to laugh so my friends won't know
When the bell rings I just don't wanna go home.//
Yamato sat alone on the cement wall in his school's playground. The
other kids in his second grade class were playing various games, but he
couldn't join them. None of them understood him anymore. Sure, a year ago he
would have been playing soccer with the other boys and girls, but everything
was different now. He wasn't the same Yamato.
"Hey Yama!" Hidetsu, a spiky black haired boy ran up to Yamato.
"Taichi's class had to go back in, so we need more players. Wanna join us?"
Yamato turned his back to Hidetsu. "I don't play soccer."
Hidetsu grabbed Yamato's arm, trying to pull the blond from his seat,
only to be punched in the stomach.
"I'm not playing your stupid game! Get away from me!"
Hidestu swung at Yamato, and although he missed, it was enough to
trigger an all out brawl between the two.
"I just wanted you to have some fun!" Hidetsu screamed as Yamato
pushed him to the ground.
"I'm having fun right now." Yamato snarled as he knelt over the boy,
continuing his assault.
"Break it up!" Mr. Nagasaki yelled in to Yamato's ear as he pulled the
boys from each other. "Yamato Ishida, we're going to my office!"
//Go to my room and I close my eyes
I make believe that I have a new life
I don't believe you when you say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world is so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
When you tell me everything is wonderful now.
I don't wanna hear you say
Everything is wonderful now.//
"I can't believe you were fighting again!" Torii yelled at his oldest
son. Both parents were sitting together- the only thing they could seem to
agree on was punishing Yamato. "And Mr. Nagasaki said that this was the
fourth time in two weeks you were caught fighting. You're going to be
suspended or expelled if you don't behave!"
"Yes sir." Yamato sighed as he closed his eyes.
"Honey," Nancy touched Matt's face, his eye was starting to swell and
turn purple where Hidetsu had connected with him. "Why did you start fighting
Hidetsu? I thought you two are friends?"
Friends. Yamato laughed. He didn't need friends anymore. The people
closest to him always hurt him.
"He pissed me off."
"Yamato!" Nancy growled. "Watch your language."
"You and mom fight, so I have to fight too."
Both Torii and Nancy stared at their son. Neither had realized that
their fighting affected their sons like this.
"I'm so sorry Yama." Torii hugged his son. "Your mom and I will work
everything out. We don't want to see you hurt, okay?"
Yamato nodded. "Yes."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm sorry about yesterday." Yamato whispered to his friend while they
were eating lunch in the school's picnic area. "I was just having a bad day
yesterday."
"It's okay." Hidetsu smiled at the blond. "I didn't think you'd get so
mad over a game of soccer. Do you want to play today? Taichi's not here
today. I think he's home sick.
Yamato shook his head. "Nah. I don't feel like it."
"Okay Yama." Hidetsu nodded as he stood up to throw his trash away.
"And get better soon. We need you so we can beat Taichi, when he comes back."
Matt forced a smile as Hidetsu walked away. He could never understand
Yamato. Not anymore.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After a glorious week of a truce, the Ishida household erupted into
the daily routine of arguments once again. Yamato counted that his parents
said 'I hate you' thirty-eight times the Saturday of Takeru's birthday party.
Tonight, the count was up to twelve, and the night was still young.
Yamato had taken Takeru to their bedroom so they could play with Takeru's new
toys.
"Yama, why does Uncle Phillipe come to my birthday every year? And why
does dad yell at mom even more when Uncle Phillipe is here?"
Matt sighed as he heard a plate break against the wall. "Uncle
Phillipe likes to visit mom and us, and it just happens to be a holiday in
France this time of year, so he can come visit us on his holiday.
"I don't know why dad gets so mad like he does. He doesn't mean
anything by it."
"Mom's mad." Takeru sighed as he heard his mother screaming in French
at Torii.
"I'll go check it out." Yamato stood up and walked to the door,
opening it just enough so he could see out.
"You know I can't understand a word of that crap!" Torii screamed as
he swatted Nancy's hand out of his face. "If you can't say it to me so I know
what the hell you're saying, don't say it at all!"
"Fine." Nancy pointed at the door. "Get out. I don't ever want to see
you ugly ass ever again!"
Torii stared slack-jawed at his wife. "What?"
"You heard me." Nancy glared as he backed out of the door.
Takeru walked over to Yamato. "What happened?"
"I think dad's gone, for good."
//I don't wanna hear you say
That I will understand someday
No, no, no, no
I don't wanna hear you say
You both have grown in a different way
No, no, no, no
I don't wanna meet your friends
And I don't wanna start over again
I just want my life to be the same
Just like it used to be
Somedays I hate everything
I hate everything
Everyone and everything
Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now
I don't wanna hear you tell me
Everything is wonderful now.//
Yamato woke with a start, sitting up in his king size bed. Sora's arm,
which had been draped across his chest had moved in the incident, waking her
up in the process too.
"Yamato, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He said wiping the sleep from his eyes. "I just need to go
walk around, okay."
Sora groaned as she rolled over. "Uh huh. Make sure that Sakura's
still in bed. We don't need her getting another black eye from falling from
the top bunk."
"I'll do that." Yamato sighed as he wrapped his black robe around him.
"And Yama, everything will be wonderful now."
The blond's eyes grew wide as he lit his cigarette.
"What did you say?"
"Everything will be wonderful."
Yamato laughed nervously, thinking about the dream. "Yeah. Everything
will be wonderful now...."
Let's see... Yamato is 8, Takeru is 3. I have no idea what Mr. Ishida's first name is, so I named him Torii. Why? I don't know. It sounded right. And although I use the boys' Japanese names, I stick by the fact that Nancy is French, and therefore doesn't have a Japanese name.
WONDERFUL
//I close my eyes when I get too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope it's over when I open them.//
Yamato lay awake that night, like he did almost ever night prior. He
could hear his mother crying outside of his and Takeru's room.
This was a common event in the Ishida apartment for the past months.
Father would come home drunk, hit mother until she cried, then the fighting
would stop. He never bothered the boys though.
"Yama?" The three year old Takeru asked as he touched his brother's
arm. "Are you awake?"
"I am now TK." Matt sighed as he rolled over to look at his brother.
"Go to sleep. Everything will be fine, I promise."
Takeru nodded. "Can I sleep in your bed? Daddy scares me."
Yamato picked his little brother up and set him on the bed. "Don't let
Dad scare you. Everything will be better tomorrow." Yamato smiled as he
tucked the little boy in to bed.
//I want the things that I had before
Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door
I wish I could count to ten
Make everything be wonderful again
I hope my mom and I hope my dad
Will figure out why they get so mad
Hear them scream, I hear them fight
They say bad words that make me want to cry.//
"Good morning Yamato." Nancy smiled at her son. He had returned home
from Jyou's apartment. Yamato hated the kid, but his mom forced him to be
friends with him. It was Jyou's birthday party the day before, which is why
he was able to spend the night at a much quieter place, allowing him time to
actually sleep.
"Hi mom. I ate breakfast at Jyou's. Is Dad home?"
"What do you want?" Torii Ishida barked at his son as he entered the
dining room. "Where the hell is my breakfast Nancy!?!"
"On the stove. I had to take Takeru to the Tajiri's this morning."
"You would put that bastard above me."
"Don't call him that!"
"If the shoe fits..."
"Not in front of Ma-...Yamato!" Nancy begged; tears forming in her
blue eyes.
"I'm leaving." Torii pushed Nancy out of the way, knocking her in to
the wall. "You'd better have my dinner ready, woman."
As Nancy collapsed on the floor crying, Yamato ran to his room and
slammed the door. Every day, it was the same thing. Torii would fight with
Nancy, Yamato would run to his room to hide when the name calling started,
Nancy would cry, and Torii would leave.
"Mateo, honey?" Nancy whispered as she opened his bedroom door. "I'm
sorry you had to hear that. Dad doesn't mean to yell."
Yamato sighed as he turned to look out his window. "Why does dad keep
calling Takeru a bastard?"
Nancy's heart sank. She never wanted to tell her sons her secret, much
less in this way.
"Well," Nancy sighed as she sat down on the bed next to her elder son.
"You know that I'm not Japanese like Dad. Takeru isn't Japanese either. His
dad lives in France."
"Do you know who his dad is?"
"Yes. His name is Phillipe Taxateur."
"Then why doesn't Takeru live with his parents in France?"
"I'm Takeru's mom. You know that. You were four when he was born."
Matt sighed as he covered his head with his bedsheets. "I'm just
checking. You may have traded my real brother for Takeru or something."
//Close my eyes when I go to bed
And I dream of angels who make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world's so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
Tell me everything is wonderful now.//
"I love you Takeru." Nancy whispered to her young son. "Everything
will be just fine tonight. Sleep well, my angels." She smiled as she closed
the boys' bedroom door.
"Yama? I'm scared. Daddy hit me today. I don't want him to do it again
when I'm sleeping."
Yamato's eyes opened wide at his brother's words. Their dad never hit
either boy, but Takeru never lied either.
"I'll never let him touch you again." Yamato growled. His father had
gone too far this time. It would have been different if he would have hit
Yamato- the older boy was a better fighter than the younger. Takeru was too
innocent. He didn't deserve any abuse.
"Thank you Yama." Takeru smiled as he snuggled close to his brother.
"Everything will be wonderful now."
//I go to school and I run and play
I tell the kids that it's all okay
I have to laugh so my friends won't know
When the bell rings I just don't wanna go home.//
Yamato sat alone on the cement wall in his school's playground. The
other kids in his second grade class were playing various games, but he
couldn't join them. None of them understood him anymore. Sure, a year ago he
would have been playing soccer with the other boys and girls, but everything
was different now. He wasn't the same Yamato.
"Hey Yama!" Hidetsu, a spiky black haired boy ran up to Yamato.
"Taichi's class had to go back in, so we need more players. Wanna join us?"
Yamato turned his back to Hidetsu. "I don't play soccer."
Hidetsu grabbed Yamato's arm, trying to pull the blond from his seat,
only to be punched in the stomach.
"I'm not playing your stupid game! Get away from me!"
Hidestu swung at Yamato, and although he missed, it was enough to
trigger an all out brawl between the two.
"I just wanted you to have some fun!" Hidetsu screamed as Yamato
pushed him to the ground.
"I'm having fun right now." Yamato snarled as he knelt over the boy,
continuing his assault.
"Break it up!" Mr. Nagasaki yelled in to Yamato's ear as he pulled the
boys from each other. "Yamato Ishida, we're going to my office!"
//Go to my room and I close my eyes
I make believe that I have a new life
I don't believe you when you say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world is so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
When you tell me everything is wonderful now.
I don't wanna hear you say
Everything is wonderful now.//
"I can't believe you were fighting again!" Torii yelled at his oldest
son. Both parents were sitting together- the only thing they could seem to
agree on was punishing Yamato. "And Mr. Nagasaki said that this was the
fourth time in two weeks you were caught fighting. You're going to be
suspended or expelled if you don't behave!"
"Yes sir." Yamato sighed as he closed his eyes.
"Honey," Nancy touched Matt's face, his eye was starting to swell and
turn purple where Hidetsu had connected with him. "Why did you start fighting
Hidetsu? I thought you two are friends?"
Friends. Yamato laughed. He didn't need friends anymore. The people
closest to him always hurt him.
"He pissed me off."
"Yamato!" Nancy growled. "Watch your language."
"You and mom fight, so I have to fight too."
Both Torii and Nancy stared at their son. Neither had realized that
their fighting affected their sons like this.
"I'm so sorry Yama." Torii hugged his son. "Your mom and I will work
everything out. We don't want to see you hurt, okay?"
Yamato nodded. "Yes."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm sorry about yesterday." Yamato whispered to his friend while they
were eating lunch in the school's picnic area. "I was just having a bad day
yesterday."
"It's okay." Hidetsu smiled at the blond. "I didn't think you'd get so
mad over a game of soccer. Do you want to play today? Taichi's not here
today. I think he's home sick.
Yamato shook his head. "Nah. I don't feel like it."
"Okay Yama." Hidetsu nodded as he stood up to throw his trash away.
"And get better soon. We need you so we can beat Taichi, when he comes back."
Matt forced a smile as Hidetsu walked away. He could never understand
Yamato. Not anymore.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After a glorious week of a truce, the Ishida household erupted into
the daily routine of arguments once again. Yamato counted that his parents
said 'I hate you' thirty-eight times the Saturday of Takeru's birthday party.
Tonight, the count was up to twelve, and the night was still young.
Yamato had taken Takeru to their bedroom so they could play with Takeru's new
toys.
"Yama, why does Uncle Phillipe come to my birthday every year? And why
does dad yell at mom even more when Uncle Phillipe is here?"
Matt sighed as he heard a plate break against the wall. "Uncle
Phillipe likes to visit mom and us, and it just happens to be a holiday in
France this time of year, so he can come visit us on his holiday.
"I don't know why dad gets so mad like he does. He doesn't mean
anything by it."
"Mom's mad." Takeru sighed as he heard his mother screaming in French
at Torii.
"I'll go check it out." Yamato stood up and walked to the door,
opening it just enough so he could see out.
"You know I can't understand a word of that crap!" Torii screamed as
he swatted Nancy's hand out of his face. "If you can't say it to me so I know
what the hell you're saying, don't say it at all!"
"Fine." Nancy pointed at the door. "Get out. I don't ever want to see
you ugly ass ever again!"
Torii stared slack-jawed at his wife. "What?"
"You heard me." Nancy glared as he backed out of the door.
Takeru walked over to Yamato. "What happened?"
"I think dad's gone, for good."
//I don't wanna hear you say
That I will understand someday
No, no, no, no
I don't wanna hear you say
You both have grown in a different way
No, no, no, no
I don't wanna meet your friends
And I don't wanna start over again
I just want my life to be the same
Just like it used to be
Somedays I hate everything
I hate everything
Everyone and everything
Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now
I don't wanna hear you tell me
Everything is wonderful now.//
Yamato woke with a start, sitting up in his king size bed. Sora's arm,
which had been draped across his chest had moved in the incident, waking her
up in the process too.
"Yamato, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He said wiping the sleep from his eyes. "I just need to go
walk around, okay."
Sora groaned as she rolled over. "Uh huh. Make sure that Sakura's
still in bed. We don't need her getting another black eye from falling from
the top bunk."
"I'll do that." Yamato sighed as he wrapped his black robe around him.
"And Yama, everything will be wonderful now."
The blond's eyes grew wide as he lit his cigarette.
"What did you say?"
"Everything will be wonderful."
Yamato laughed nervously, thinking about the dream. "Yeah. Everything
will be wonderful now...."