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Note: Yet another chapter. As of right now, there is going to be two more chapters after this one. Ken will be in the last one. ^_^ Please review, I won't start on the next one until I get a couple of them. I don't know if I like this one. And one more thing I must say, even though it's getting cliche by now...
Down with Davis bashing!
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Friendship Excuses
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"What did that trashcan ever do to you?"
Great. Of all the people to see me kick that, it had to be Matt, brother to the perfect one. What is he doing here? Heh, probably running away from Jun. I don't blame him. So what did the trashcan ever do to me? Nothing. But hey, life isn't fair, so it just has to deal with it right? Like he'd believe that one. Well I better think up some kind of excuse before he tells the park orderlies and they come and beat me to death with brooms.
"It uh . . . was an evil Digimon!"
Oh, thanks brain. That's so much better.
"Really?" Matt raised an eyebrow, walked over, and sat down on the bench. He was sipping some kind of drink in a platic cup. Who said he could sit down on my bench? Might as well sit down too.
"What? You never heard of Trashcan-mon?"
"Trashcan-mon...uh huh. Ok then, why didn't you get your digimon to do it?" He pointed to Chibimon who was under the bench, playing with a butterfly.
"He's busy. Aren't you Chibimon?"
"OOooOoo! Davish! Look at the pretty butterfly!" Chibimon scurried underneath the bench, oblivious to the troubles of the world. I really envy him sometimes.
"See? What do you care anyways?" Whoa! Back the trolley up, man! That was almost real emotion! I gotta smile . . . ok. I'm relaxed. Nothing is wrong. I won't let Matt think I'm weak.
Because I'm not weak. I'm not allowed to be.
"Calm down. I just saw you and Jun talking and--"
I froze in shock. How much did he hear? No no no no no...Ah! Get it together!
"Eh heh, heh. Yeah. Whatever. Spying on people is rude." My voice held a little more anger than I had meant to let out and Matt looked at me in surprise. Jeez, the guy must think ALL the Motomiya's worship him.
"Don't get your knickers in a bunch Davis." He put his hands behind his head and leaned back like he owned the bench. Who said he could sit down next to me? Even if he is almost a Japanese rock star, he doesn't own this bench! "I wasn't spying. I was HIDING from that crazy sister of yours. You remember her? Spikey hair? Stalks people?"
"Dun know. Someone once yelled at me for talking bad about my sister. Something about 'looking down on anyone who's talks bad about their brother or sister'?"
"Yeah, I remember something vaguely like that. Some naive little boy said it who didn't realize the horror of his words."
I must be hearing things. I coulda sworn that was an apology. Uh, what is Matt doing?
"Um . . . Davis?" Matt blinked and looked at me. . . and looked at me . . . and looked me . . . and looked at me . . . and . . . hey! I'm getting really uncomfortable here!
"What?!"
"What happened to your goggles?"
Does everyone think I super-glued them on?!
Breath man! Calming breaths. Calm . . . like the ocean. Like those tapes Dad listens for stress! Water trickling, birds singing, jungle sounds . . . How ARE jungle sounds soothing? Don't things in the jungle get killed a lot? Oh never mind.
"I gave them back to Tai." Might as well tell him the truth, TK musta mentioned it.
"Why?"
"They weren't mine. They were Tai's."
Matt's eyes widened like I had just told him I wanted to be a professional ballerina. "But they were a present from Tai. I thought you loved those things? Tai always seemed to think they were a symbol of leadership--"
"I'M NOT TAI."
Oops. I'm gonna get it with that comment. I have to stop saying exactly what I'm thinking!
"Was wondering when you'd finally realize it." He smirked and sipped his soda.
. . . huh?
"Huh?"
Oops.
"I figured if you got the Digimental of Friendship you had to have some of me in there, too." He seemed really pleased by this. I think someone told me once that Matt had wanted to be the leader.
Nice to know I'm making the guy feel better about himself.
"Heh, having both of us up there." He pointed to my brain, or at least the space where it's supposed to be. "Must be really hard, having to lead everyone into danger but at the same time not wanting anyone to get hurt. Always fighting with yourself."
I looked away. What does he know? He doesn't know me. "Whatever."
"OOoh, so I was right!" He snickered and sipped his soda... water...hard liquor, ya know, whatever he was drinking.
"Don't you have to trash a hotel room somewhere?"
"You know, I thought you were a real jerk at first." Like the rest of the world. "But you've really changed. Especially the three-sixty you did concerning Ken. It took the rest awhile to forgive him, but you did it without a second thought."
Whoa.
That DID NOT just happen.
Matt . . . complemented me?!
Let's see. Sky's still blue and hasn't fallen yet. Don't see any pigs flying. Heh, Patamon must be inside Tk's house. Ouch! Nope. Not a dream either.
Besides, It didn't have anything to do with me. Ken's the one that broke free from the darkness in his soul. He was the only one that could break the cycle. He had to find the kindness in his heart.
Aw man, that sounds REALLY cheesy.
"But Ken's changed. It wasn't that hard to tell. He wasn't really that cruel Digimon Emperor. He was just putting up a front, pretending to be someone he wasn't." Which is something I would know nothing about by the way. "I guess he thought he had to replace his brother. He tried to give the world back Sam, but he didn't take into account it might need a Ken more."
Matt's smile faded. "People eventually become what they're pretending to be." He turned in his seat and faced me. "Who are you and what have you done with Davis?"
"He was abducted by aliens. Your going to have to talk to crazy trashcan kicking boy right now. Would you like to leave a message?"
"Yeah." Matt stood up. "Tell him to stay away for awhile. I like this Davis a lot better." He smiled and I . . . blushed? No I didn't do that. It would mean I was embarrassed and I'm totally not.
Matt turned and walked away dramatically, the wind whipping through his hair as the sun began to set and--
immediately turned around.
"Uh, and if you see Jun you NEVER saw me ok?" And then Matt jogged away very undignified like, looking over his shoulder nervously for a crazed pink fangirl.
Matt thinks I'm his friend! I . . . can't believe it. All that stuff about not putting up fronts . . . could it really work? What if I'm just really some weak kid, and I can't take it? It'd be just selfish to let all my friends down like that.
But if Matt's my friend, and he has the crest of friendship . . . he must know what he's talking about.
Still, being myself? I'll have to think about it for awhile.
I don't know if the real Davis can take it . . .
Note: Yet another chapter. As of right now, there is going to be two more chapters after this one. Ken will be in the last one. ^_^ Please review, I won't start on the next one until I get a couple of them. I don't know if I like this one. And one more thing I must say, even though it's getting cliche by now...
Down with Davis bashing!
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Friendship Excuses
********************
"What did that trashcan ever do to you?"
Great. Of all the people to see me kick that, it had to be Matt, brother to the perfect one. What is he doing here? Heh, probably running away from Jun. I don't blame him. So what did the trashcan ever do to me? Nothing. But hey, life isn't fair, so it just has to deal with it right? Like he'd believe that one. Well I better think up some kind of excuse before he tells the park orderlies and they come and beat me to death with brooms.
"It uh . . . was an evil Digimon!"
Oh, thanks brain. That's so much better.
"Really?" Matt raised an eyebrow, walked over, and sat down on the bench. He was sipping some kind of drink in a platic cup. Who said he could sit down on my bench? Might as well sit down too.
"What? You never heard of Trashcan-mon?"
"Trashcan-mon...uh huh. Ok then, why didn't you get your digimon to do it?" He pointed to Chibimon who was under the bench, playing with a butterfly.
"He's busy. Aren't you Chibimon?"
"OOooOoo! Davish! Look at the pretty butterfly!" Chibimon scurried underneath the bench, oblivious to the troubles of the world. I really envy him sometimes.
"See? What do you care anyways?" Whoa! Back the trolley up, man! That was almost real emotion! I gotta smile . . . ok. I'm relaxed. Nothing is wrong. I won't let Matt think I'm weak.
Because I'm not weak. I'm not allowed to be.
"Calm down. I just saw you and Jun talking and--"
I froze in shock. How much did he hear? No no no no no...Ah! Get it together!
"Eh heh, heh. Yeah. Whatever. Spying on people is rude." My voice held a little more anger than I had meant to let out and Matt looked at me in surprise. Jeez, the guy must think ALL the Motomiya's worship him.
"Don't get your knickers in a bunch Davis." He put his hands behind his head and leaned back like he owned the bench. Who said he could sit down next to me? Even if he is almost a Japanese rock star, he doesn't own this bench! "I wasn't spying. I was HIDING from that crazy sister of yours. You remember her? Spikey hair? Stalks people?"
"Dun know. Someone once yelled at me for talking bad about my sister. Something about 'looking down on anyone who's talks bad about their brother or sister'?"
"Yeah, I remember something vaguely like that. Some naive little boy said it who didn't realize the horror of his words."
I must be hearing things. I coulda sworn that was an apology. Uh, what is Matt doing?
"Um . . . Davis?" Matt blinked and looked at me. . . and looked at me . . . and looked me . . . and looked at me . . . and . . . hey! I'm getting really uncomfortable here!
"What?!"
"What happened to your goggles?"
Does everyone think I super-glued them on?!
Breath man! Calming breaths. Calm . . . like the ocean. Like those tapes Dad listens for stress! Water trickling, birds singing, jungle sounds . . . How ARE jungle sounds soothing? Don't things in the jungle get killed a lot? Oh never mind.
"I gave them back to Tai." Might as well tell him the truth, TK musta mentioned it.
"Why?"
"They weren't mine. They were Tai's."
Matt's eyes widened like I had just told him I wanted to be a professional ballerina. "But they were a present from Tai. I thought you loved those things? Tai always seemed to think they were a symbol of leadership--"
"I'M NOT TAI."
Oops. I'm gonna get it with that comment. I have to stop saying exactly what I'm thinking!
"Was wondering when you'd finally realize it." He smirked and sipped his soda.
. . . huh?
"Huh?"
Oops.
"I figured if you got the Digimental of Friendship you had to have some of me in there, too." He seemed really pleased by this. I think someone told me once that Matt had wanted to be the leader.
Nice to know I'm making the guy feel better about himself.
"Heh, having both of us up there." He pointed to my brain, or at least the space where it's supposed to be. "Must be really hard, having to lead everyone into danger but at the same time not wanting anyone to get hurt. Always fighting with yourself."
I looked away. What does he know? He doesn't know me. "Whatever."
"OOoh, so I was right!" He snickered and sipped his soda... water...hard liquor, ya know, whatever he was drinking.
"Don't you have to trash a hotel room somewhere?"
"You know, I thought you were a real jerk at first." Like the rest of the world. "But you've really changed. Especially the three-sixty you did concerning Ken. It took the rest awhile to forgive him, but you did it without a second thought."
Whoa.
That DID NOT just happen.
Matt . . . complemented me?!
Let's see. Sky's still blue and hasn't fallen yet. Don't see any pigs flying. Heh, Patamon must be inside Tk's house. Ouch! Nope. Not a dream either.
Besides, It didn't have anything to do with me. Ken's the one that broke free from the darkness in his soul. He was the only one that could break the cycle. He had to find the kindness in his heart.
Aw man, that sounds REALLY cheesy.
"But Ken's changed. It wasn't that hard to tell. He wasn't really that cruel Digimon Emperor. He was just putting up a front, pretending to be someone he wasn't." Which is something I would know nothing about by the way. "I guess he thought he had to replace his brother. He tried to give the world back Sam, but he didn't take into account it might need a Ken more."
Matt's smile faded. "People eventually become what they're pretending to be." He turned in his seat and faced me. "Who are you and what have you done with Davis?"
"He was abducted by aliens. Your going to have to talk to crazy trashcan kicking boy right now. Would you like to leave a message?"
"Yeah." Matt stood up. "Tell him to stay away for awhile. I like this Davis a lot better." He smiled and I . . . blushed? No I didn't do that. It would mean I was embarrassed and I'm totally not.
Matt turned and walked away dramatically, the wind whipping through his hair as the sun began to set and--
immediately turned around.
"Uh, and if you see Jun you NEVER saw me ok?" And then Matt jogged away very undignified like, looking over his shoulder nervously for a crazed pink fangirl.
Matt thinks I'm his friend! I . . . can't believe it. All that stuff about not putting up fronts . . . could it really work? What if I'm just really some weak kid, and I can't take it? It'd be just selfish to let all my friends down like that.
But if Matt's my friend, and he has the crest of friendship . . . he must know what he's talking about.
Still, being myself? I'll have to think about it for awhile.
I don't know if the real Davis can take it . . .