Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Digimon, but I gotta put this stupid thing on their anyways...
Note: Only one more to go...This chapter didn't come out the why I had wanted. It's my least favorite...Oh well. Any Davis fans out there feel free to send me a line on aol instant messenger (ashes chan). I hope someone likes this...gotta get a few reviews before starting on the end.
DOWN WITH DAVIS BASHING!
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Motherly Excuses
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It would suck to be a flower.
Sure you get to be this beautiful thing that everyone adores. Sounds great, huh? People lovingly plant you, water you, and then . . . rip you out and kill you. As if your life wasn't short enough as a flower. Your not allowed to grow old and wilt 'cause people don't like ugly flowers. So at the prime of your life your ripped in half and handed to someone you don't know to make room for the other flowers.
I've never liked flowers myself . . . but my Mom loves them.
They are pretty . . . err the flowers I bought. Mom's favorites are these large red ones with yellow thingies inside of them. I don't even remember what they're called, but I remembered what they looked like from the last time I . . . "visited" the hospital.
The Motomiya's never have to "stay" at the hospital. No, we only have to "visit" the hospital, like someone "visits" the grocery store. Like the time Mom "visited" the hospital and liked it so much, she decided to stay for a couple weeks! Or the time she "visited" and her hair just happen to fall out. Or the time she "visited" and her heart just "happened" to stop.
Which is another reason Motomiya's fall down a lot. We walk around with our eyes closed half the time.
My mom is different. At least, to me she is. She always tell me the truth. She told me everything, the good and the bad, ever since I could remember. It was never "Don't play in the road or you'll get hurt Davis, honey". No it was, 'Don't play in the road or you'll get hit by a car and die a gruesome death Davis, honey." Okay, so that may have warped my mind a little bit, but it's the truth! You'll never see ME playing in the road.
You might see me playing soccer indoors but that's an entirely different story.
And I never lie to her either.
"Hey, mom! I'm home!" I sat the flowers and grocery bag on the counter and put away the few items in the bag. I feel bad for yelling but Mom should be up by now. And if not, she needs to eat anyways. If I don't do anything, she'll sleep all day and not get any uh, what ja call it? Nudrition? Uh, whatever. FOOD.
Let's see . . . what to make. I can make ramen, ramen, and . . . ramen. Decisions, decisions, how about ramen? Heh. I can make that lobster dinner tomorrow. Can't waste my amazing talents all in one day.
It took me about ten minutes to make my super mom special ramen. I put it on a tray with some other stuff, like Mom's pills. She'll forget to take them if I don't remind her. I don't blame her, there are so many! I'd conveniently "forget" to take them, too. I put the flowers in my other hand.
"Mom?" I stopped in front of her door and peeked in. It was always so quiet in my mom's room. There was only a little sunlight coming through the window, making the room shadowy. There's nothing we can do about it though, the windows aren't very big in our apartment. My parents didn't care when they first rented the place before I was born. The park was just a few feet away after all...there should be any reason they couldn't go outside...
Mom was sitting up with her pillows propped up a little bit. She looked toward the door and smiled softly like she was going to float away. "Hello honey." She perked up when she noticed the flowers. "Oh you shouldn't have. Thank you."
"Uh, well there not from me, they're from Jun." You owe me Jun. Not that she'll ever pay me back. I sat the flowers in a vase next to my mom's bed and filled it with water from a cup I brought on the tray. I sat the tray next to the flowers.
The flowers made the place look a little more alive. Err, I mean, less dark and boring.
"What was the sky like?"
"Blue." Wait! "Uh I mean . . . like really blue and pretty." Argh!
But mom smiled anyways.
"I'm sorry, it just looks blue to me."
"That's ok. It used to just look blue to me too."
Oh...
I sat down on the foot of her bed, carefully not to make the bed wobble or anything. Mom picked up a spoon and tasted my ramen. She froze with the spoon still in midair.
"This...this is..."
"Kinda bad? very bad? Or, your really not my son bad?"
My mom chuckled or coughed, I'm not really sure which. "It's the best ramen I've ever had."
"...r-really?"
Mom nodded slightly. "You could run your own restaurant."
Own a restaurant? Wasn't that kind of a sissy thing to do? "I always saw myself as a professional soccer player, dominating the field with my amazing skills."
Mom did her cough n' laugh thing again. I'm so stupid! Can't I even cheer her up right? I keep hurting her...
Mom didn't seem to feel the coughing was important and moved on. "The older you get the less you find you want to run up and down a grassy field."
"Oh. Well I could always hit the ball with my walker. But if I did do the restaurant thing, I wouldn't just own one, I'd own a whole chain! And I'd become rich and famous and buy you and dad a really big house."
Mom looked sad for a moment, I guess she thinks I went overboard.
"Oh sorry. Would you rather have cruise boat instead?" What did I do? I didn't mean to make her sad.
"Never mind, dear." She waved her small hand in the air. "...how was your day?"
"Well I got my butt kicked by this giant black dinosaur creature who's all confused. He doesn't know if he's real or not...Oh yeah, the stability of two worlds may be in jeopardy."
As I said, I never lie to my mom.
"That's nice. Did the Martians come before or after?"
But she thinks, I do.
"Um, the Martians decided not to attend."
Mom ate in silent for a few minutes, taking super small bites. The spoon wobbled a bit, like it was really heavy. I sat around quietly. It's not that bad sitting quietly with Mom. After awhile Mom looked up and out of the blue--
"What kind of girl are you going to marry?"
Huh?
"Um...not many girls want to marry an eleven year old boy, Mom."
"Don't go for the pretty and popular ones. Because as soon as you get out of school the rules change. Go for someone nice and caring, and don't pine for anyone that doesn't love you back. You can't change them."
And I repeat, huh again?
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Just listen."
"Okay..."
"Help your wife out with the housework, be willing to stay home with the kids too. Don't do what everyone else is doing, even if they make fun of you for it. .......NEVER tell your child he's stupid. If you turn out gay I won't mind. Have a western wedding. They're cheaper. DON'T act like your father. Your stronger than that. Most importantly..."
Mom reached over and cupped my cheek with her hand. She was...crying? "Don't lose your fire, Davis. The world will try to burn it out, but don't let them. You're the most courageous, good hearted, person I have ever known. You're my best friend. By having you I know my life wasn't worthless." She kissed the top of my forehead. "I love you honey."
Whoa.
"I love you too mom...what's wrong?"
"I . . . I just watched a soap opera and I'm emotional. Nothing important. Let me sleep now all right? I'm . . . getting tired."
"All right..."
She smiled at me again as I left and reinforced my belief that my mom was the most beautiful woman in the world even with her face streaked with tears...I walked out and closed the door behind me.
Mom was good at excuses, too.
Note: Only one more to go...This chapter didn't come out the why I had wanted. It's my least favorite...Oh well. Any Davis fans out there feel free to send me a line on aol instant messenger (ashes chan). I hope someone likes this...gotta get a few reviews before starting on the end.
DOWN WITH DAVIS BASHING!
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Motherly Excuses
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It would suck to be a flower.
Sure you get to be this beautiful thing that everyone adores. Sounds great, huh? People lovingly plant you, water you, and then . . . rip you out and kill you. As if your life wasn't short enough as a flower. Your not allowed to grow old and wilt 'cause people don't like ugly flowers. So at the prime of your life your ripped in half and handed to someone you don't know to make room for the other flowers.
I've never liked flowers myself . . . but my Mom loves them.
They are pretty . . . err the flowers I bought. Mom's favorites are these large red ones with yellow thingies inside of them. I don't even remember what they're called, but I remembered what they looked like from the last time I . . . "visited" the hospital.
The Motomiya's never have to "stay" at the hospital. No, we only have to "visit" the hospital, like someone "visits" the grocery store. Like the time Mom "visited" the hospital and liked it so much, she decided to stay for a couple weeks! Or the time she "visited" and her hair just happen to fall out. Or the time she "visited" and her heart just "happened" to stop.
Which is another reason Motomiya's fall down a lot. We walk around with our eyes closed half the time.
My mom is different. At least, to me she is. She always tell me the truth. She told me everything, the good and the bad, ever since I could remember. It was never "Don't play in the road or you'll get hurt Davis, honey". No it was, 'Don't play in the road or you'll get hit by a car and die a gruesome death Davis, honey." Okay, so that may have warped my mind a little bit, but it's the truth! You'll never see ME playing in the road.
You might see me playing soccer indoors but that's an entirely different story.
And I never lie to her either.
"Hey, mom! I'm home!" I sat the flowers and grocery bag on the counter and put away the few items in the bag. I feel bad for yelling but Mom should be up by now. And if not, she needs to eat anyways. If I don't do anything, she'll sleep all day and not get any uh, what ja call it? Nudrition? Uh, whatever. FOOD.
Let's see . . . what to make. I can make ramen, ramen, and . . . ramen. Decisions, decisions, how about ramen? Heh. I can make that lobster dinner tomorrow. Can't waste my amazing talents all in one day.
It took me about ten minutes to make my super mom special ramen. I put it on a tray with some other stuff, like Mom's pills. She'll forget to take them if I don't remind her. I don't blame her, there are so many! I'd conveniently "forget" to take them, too. I put the flowers in my other hand.
"Mom?" I stopped in front of her door and peeked in. It was always so quiet in my mom's room. There was only a little sunlight coming through the window, making the room shadowy. There's nothing we can do about it though, the windows aren't very big in our apartment. My parents didn't care when they first rented the place before I was born. The park was just a few feet away after all...there should be any reason they couldn't go outside...
Mom was sitting up with her pillows propped up a little bit. She looked toward the door and smiled softly like she was going to float away. "Hello honey." She perked up when she noticed the flowers. "Oh you shouldn't have. Thank you."
"Uh, well there not from me, they're from Jun." You owe me Jun. Not that she'll ever pay me back. I sat the flowers in a vase next to my mom's bed and filled it with water from a cup I brought on the tray. I sat the tray next to the flowers.
The flowers made the place look a little more alive. Err, I mean, less dark and boring.
"What was the sky like?"
"Blue." Wait! "Uh I mean . . . like really blue and pretty." Argh!
But mom smiled anyways.
"I'm sorry, it just looks blue to me."
"That's ok. It used to just look blue to me too."
Oh...
I sat down on the foot of her bed, carefully not to make the bed wobble or anything. Mom picked up a spoon and tasted my ramen. She froze with the spoon still in midair.
"This...this is..."
"Kinda bad? very bad? Or, your really not my son bad?"
My mom chuckled or coughed, I'm not really sure which. "It's the best ramen I've ever had."
"...r-really?"
Mom nodded slightly. "You could run your own restaurant."
Own a restaurant? Wasn't that kind of a sissy thing to do? "I always saw myself as a professional soccer player, dominating the field with my amazing skills."
Mom did her cough n' laugh thing again. I'm so stupid! Can't I even cheer her up right? I keep hurting her...
Mom didn't seem to feel the coughing was important and moved on. "The older you get the less you find you want to run up and down a grassy field."
"Oh. Well I could always hit the ball with my walker. But if I did do the restaurant thing, I wouldn't just own one, I'd own a whole chain! And I'd become rich and famous and buy you and dad a really big house."
Mom looked sad for a moment, I guess she thinks I went overboard.
"Oh sorry. Would you rather have cruise boat instead?" What did I do? I didn't mean to make her sad.
"Never mind, dear." She waved her small hand in the air. "...how was your day?"
"Well I got my butt kicked by this giant black dinosaur creature who's all confused. He doesn't know if he's real or not...Oh yeah, the stability of two worlds may be in jeopardy."
As I said, I never lie to my mom.
"That's nice. Did the Martians come before or after?"
But she thinks, I do.
"Um, the Martians decided not to attend."
Mom ate in silent for a few minutes, taking super small bites. The spoon wobbled a bit, like it was really heavy. I sat around quietly. It's not that bad sitting quietly with Mom. After awhile Mom looked up and out of the blue--
"What kind of girl are you going to marry?"
Huh?
"Um...not many girls want to marry an eleven year old boy, Mom."
"Don't go for the pretty and popular ones. Because as soon as you get out of school the rules change. Go for someone nice and caring, and don't pine for anyone that doesn't love you back. You can't change them."
And I repeat, huh again?
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Just listen."
"Okay..."
"Help your wife out with the housework, be willing to stay home with the kids too. Don't do what everyone else is doing, even if they make fun of you for it. .......NEVER tell your child he's stupid. If you turn out gay I won't mind. Have a western wedding. They're cheaper. DON'T act like your father. Your stronger than that. Most importantly..."
Mom reached over and cupped my cheek with her hand. She was...crying? "Don't lose your fire, Davis. The world will try to burn it out, but don't let them. You're the most courageous, good hearted, person I have ever known. You're my best friend. By having you I know my life wasn't worthless." She kissed the top of my forehead. "I love you honey."
Whoa.
"I love you too mom...what's wrong?"
"I . . . I just watched a soap opera and I'm emotional. Nothing important. Let me sleep now all right? I'm . . . getting tired."
"All right..."
She smiled at me again as I left and reinforced my belief that my mom was the most beautiful woman in the world even with her face streaked with tears...I walked out and closed the door behind me.
Mom was good at excuses, too.