Steps
By Nikutai
Disclaimer: Digimon's not mine, neither is Joe unfortunately. ^_~
Wanna know something funny?
I'm surrounded by 7 other kids, 7 other reckless kids who manage to plop themselves and me along with them in the stickiest possible situations. Dangerous monsters roam everywhere, including my very own private one, who is just about the exact opposite of me. I don't really understand him, how he can be so carefree all the time. All the others have Digimon like themselves, who are halves of a whole and understand each other perfectly, and what do I get? A crazy, carefree 'friend' who never hesitates to poke fun at me. Yep, even when I'm sent to another world to help save it from a dark overlord, fate laughs at ol' Joe.
I glance down at Gomamon, who is snoring loudly in my lap, sprawled out like my brother on the sofa after having stayed up too late studying. The other Digidestined are formless snoozing lumps on the ground, illuminated slightly by the fire.
I push my glasses up on my nose and sigh a little, gazing up at the unfamiliar constellations of the Digiworld. The sky is so vast and so cold. We're strangers. When I think of it that way, it doesn't sound as weird to think that I'm lonely here.
I blink and look away, squashing the thought as ruthlessly as usual, then look at the Tai-lump. Even in the dim light I can see him drooling, Agumon copying the position exactly. He had 'lead' us into the jaws of a Digimon earlier, almost literally. He's younger than me. I should be the leader, the one protecting everyone and making rational decisions.
But Tai has something I don't. Confidence.
I mumble something self-degredading, as I do often, and gently set Gomamon beside me, wincing. Just great if he woke up, then I'd be stuck with him laughing at my pain or something. Stupid Devimon and his stupid plan to take over this stupid world.
I stretch my cramped limbs--hey, it's not easy being lanky!--and lie back, staring at the sky again. I'm supposed to be the responsible one, the reliable one, but how can I if I don't have the courage to point them in the right direction?
No more, I vow to myself. I'm sure not going to sit around and wait to be killed because I'm a wuss. Tomorrow, I'll offer my opinion too and talk it out with Tai and the others.
And after that, who knows?
By Nikutai
Disclaimer: Digimon's not mine, neither is Joe unfortunately. ^_~
Wanna know something funny?
I'm surrounded by 7 other kids, 7 other reckless kids who manage to plop themselves and me along with them in the stickiest possible situations. Dangerous monsters roam everywhere, including my very own private one, who is just about the exact opposite of me. I don't really understand him, how he can be so carefree all the time. All the others have Digimon like themselves, who are halves of a whole and understand each other perfectly, and what do I get? A crazy, carefree 'friend' who never hesitates to poke fun at me. Yep, even when I'm sent to another world to help save it from a dark overlord, fate laughs at ol' Joe.
I glance down at Gomamon, who is snoring loudly in my lap, sprawled out like my brother on the sofa after having stayed up too late studying. The other Digidestined are formless snoozing lumps on the ground, illuminated slightly by the fire.
I push my glasses up on my nose and sigh a little, gazing up at the unfamiliar constellations of the Digiworld. The sky is so vast and so cold. We're strangers. When I think of it that way, it doesn't sound as weird to think that I'm lonely here.
I blink and look away, squashing the thought as ruthlessly as usual, then look at the Tai-lump. Even in the dim light I can see him drooling, Agumon copying the position exactly. He had 'lead' us into the jaws of a Digimon earlier, almost literally. He's younger than me. I should be the leader, the one protecting everyone and making rational decisions.
But Tai has something I don't. Confidence.
I mumble something self-degredading, as I do often, and gently set Gomamon beside me, wincing. Just great if he woke up, then I'd be stuck with him laughing at my pain or something. Stupid Devimon and his stupid plan to take over this stupid world.
I stretch my cramped limbs--hey, it's not easy being lanky!--and lie back, staring at the sky again. I'm supposed to be the responsible one, the reliable one, but how can I if I don't have the courage to point them in the right direction?
No more, I vow to myself. I'm sure not going to sit around and wait to be killed because I'm a wuss. Tomorrow, I'll offer my opinion too and talk it out with Tai and the others.
And after that, who knows?