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Starving
By: ThatGirl
The wind howled eerily through the trees, making the last leafs on them shiver just as badly as the eight humans and their Digimon.
The cold evening was promptly turning into night as the sun disappeared behind the mountains.
A blond boy coughed quietly, bringing his gloved hand to his mouth, as if not wanting the others to notice.
They didn't.
Mostly because the boy was sitting a few metres away from them. His thin arms were covered with goosebumps and he silently scolded himself for not had worn a warmer sweater that day when they were sucked into the digital world.
Digital or not, the now here was just as bitterly cold as it used to be in the real world.
Matt brought the harmonica that he had been holding tightly in his hands to his lips and soon, the soft tones slowly became a melody. A soothing yet sad, no almost heartbreaking melody.
His azure eyes scanned the area, finding that everybody seemed to be at peace, calmly lying on the ground or leaning back on a tree or rock.
Matt sighed inwardly and continued playing.
He couldn't help but to feel alone.
Tk and Kari slept soundly, snuggled up closely to each other and hugging Patamon and Salamon. Those two had become very fond of each other and no matter how much they were denying it, Matt knew they liked each other a little bit more than as simple friends. Mimi and Sora lay beside most of the Digimon; Palmon, Biyomon, Gomamon, Gabumon, and Agumon. Sora's eyes were half closed, revealing that she was about to fall asleep any moment. Izzy had already done so, his chin resting on his chest and his hands still lying limply in the keyboard of the pineapple-laptop. Tentomon laid to his left slightly snoring, just like Joe who laid on Izzy's right side.
'How come I'm the only one alone?' Matt wondered silently, an unpleasant feeling of isolation settling in his stomach.
He quickly shoved the feeling aside just like he had been learning to do the last four years of his life.
But this time it didn't work just as smoothly as it had done the other ones.
He didn't really want to admit that 'Da Man', 'The Cool Guy', 'The Lone Wolf'... in truth was starving for affection. He would have given an arm just for a hug. Not one of those brief brotherly hugs he received from Tk, but a long warm tight embrace. Just to be informed that someone cared about him. Not that he didn't appreciate Tk, no, not at all. He loved his younger brother more than he could tell.
But it had been such a long time since he had been the centre of someone's attention, being small and feeling protected.
Nancy Takaishi had hugged him often, always looking out for him. Yes, 'Nancy'. He hadn't thought of her as 'mom' for a long time, and he hadn't seen her in years. Well, except for that time when the digidestineds were going back into the digital world after the great battle when they had fought and defeated Venomyotismon. He had had to specially remind himself to say mom to her that time, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
Matt knew that in the end, Tk had always been her 'favourite', but every time Nancy had hugged him or said she loved him, he had thought that she had been sincere. The divorce had changed that. None of his parents had wanted Matt, because both had wanted Tk. Matt had heard them argue about it one night when he had been supposed to be sleeping.
Seven-year-old Matt had woken up after a nightmare and decided to take a glass of water, but when he opened the bedroom door he heard his parents yelling and screaming about who should take care of Tk. Neither Nancy nor his dad had said a word about their eldest son.
Nancy had won, or 'she always got what she wanted' as his father so nicely put it, and Tk went with her. The two brothers nearly never got to see each other after it and that had probably hurt Matt more than the actual divorce.
He guessed that his dad had grown more warm-hearted of his eldest over the years, but since Mr Ishida had never been a man of hugs and words, Matt had felt more and more lonely.
Suddenly Matt blew a flat note. He stopped playing the harmonica abruptly, not remembering the tune he had been playing. Sighing, Matt closed his eyes and began to play again, this time a totally different melody. A more frustrated one.
Matt knew that he could be loving and caring, but it was hard for him to show other people that. Nobody ever bothered enough to even just try to get inside of his shell, to break the walls he had been building around his heart and soul.
Except for one person that is... Tai.
Tai usually tried to shatter the walls by arguing and slamming his fist into Matt's face, but at least he tried. Though Tai had recently seemed to have given up on Matt too.
The wild haired boy hadn't been talking very much to Matt lately. Not even fighting. And the times when he did say something, he avoided looking into Matt's eyes saying whatever he wanted to say quickly, almost too quickly, and then hurrying away to Agumon or some of the others. That left Matt both hurt and confused. He didn't know why it hurt him, but it did, and it hurt badly.
Matt felt how hot tears formed in his eyes and angrily blinked them away. He was angry at Nancy for not loving him the way a mother should, he was angry with his dad for not making him feel loved though he knew his dad *did* love him and he was angry with Tai for simply making him feel this way, so confused and weird. But mostly, Matt was angry with himself for being such a screw up.
Then the picture of Tai appeared in his mind once again.
It all was so confusing. Sometimes Matt wanted to punch his face in, but somewhere deep inside of him, he wished that Tai would just hold him forever and tell him that everything would be okay.
'NO!' Matt thought furiously. 'You don't like Tai, and he doesn't like you. Stay away from people and everything will be all right. You can't hurt them and they can't hurt you."
The golden haired boy removed the harmonica from his lips, took a deep breath and exhaled noisily.
He held the small shiny instrument in his hands for a while, deep in thought. He felt how new snowflakes started to fall. They felt cold against his skin when they landed but they melted fast, so Matt didn't bother to look up.
The sudden sound of a voice almost made him jump out of his skin.
"Why did you stop playing?" Tai asked.
To be continued...
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Starving
By: ThatGirl
The wind howled eerily through the trees, making the last leafs on them shiver just as badly as the eight humans and their Digimon.
The cold evening was promptly turning into night as the sun disappeared behind the mountains.
A blond boy coughed quietly, bringing his gloved hand to his mouth, as if not wanting the others to notice.
They didn't.
Mostly because the boy was sitting a few metres away from them. His thin arms were covered with goosebumps and he silently scolded himself for not had worn a warmer sweater that day when they were sucked into the digital world.
Digital or not, the now here was just as bitterly cold as it used to be in the real world.
Matt brought the harmonica that he had been holding tightly in his hands to his lips and soon, the soft tones slowly became a melody. A soothing yet sad, no almost heartbreaking melody.
His azure eyes scanned the area, finding that everybody seemed to be at peace, calmly lying on the ground or leaning back on a tree or rock.
Matt sighed inwardly and continued playing.
He couldn't help but to feel alone.
Tk and Kari slept soundly, snuggled up closely to each other and hugging Patamon and Salamon. Those two had become very fond of each other and no matter how much they were denying it, Matt knew they liked each other a little bit more than as simple friends. Mimi and Sora lay beside most of the Digimon; Palmon, Biyomon, Gomamon, Gabumon, and Agumon. Sora's eyes were half closed, revealing that she was about to fall asleep any moment. Izzy had already done so, his chin resting on his chest and his hands still lying limply in the keyboard of the pineapple-laptop. Tentomon laid to his left slightly snoring, just like Joe who laid on Izzy's right side.
'How come I'm the only one alone?' Matt wondered silently, an unpleasant feeling of isolation settling in his stomach.
He quickly shoved the feeling aside just like he had been learning to do the last four years of his life.
But this time it didn't work just as smoothly as it had done the other ones.
He didn't really want to admit that 'Da Man', 'The Cool Guy', 'The Lone Wolf'... in truth was starving for affection. He would have given an arm just for a hug. Not one of those brief brotherly hugs he received from Tk, but a long warm tight embrace. Just to be informed that someone cared about him. Not that he didn't appreciate Tk, no, not at all. He loved his younger brother more than he could tell.
But it had been such a long time since he had been the centre of someone's attention, being small and feeling protected.
Nancy Takaishi had hugged him often, always looking out for him. Yes, 'Nancy'. He hadn't thought of her as 'mom' for a long time, and he hadn't seen her in years. Well, except for that time when the digidestineds were going back into the digital world after the great battle when they had fought and defeated Venomyotismon. He had had to specially remind himself to say mom to her that time, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
Matt knew that in the end, Tk had always been her 'favourite', but every time Nancy had hugged him or said she loved him, he had thought that she had been sincere. The divorce had changed that. None of his parents had wanted Matt, because both had wanted Tk. Matt had heard them argue about it one night when he had been supposed to be sleeping.
Seven-year-old Matt had woken up after a nightmare and decided to take a glass of water, but when he opened the bedroom door he heard his parents yelling and screaming about who should take care of Tk. Neither Nancy nor his dad had said a word about their eldest son.
Nancy had won, or 'she always got what she wanted' as his father so nicely put it, and Tk went with her. The two brothers nearly never got to see each other after it and that had probably hurt Matt more than the actual divorce.
He guessed that his dad had grown more warm-hearted of his eldest over the years, but since Mr Ishida had never been a man of hugs and words, Matt had felt more and more lonely.
Suddenly Matt blew a flat note. He stopped playing the harmonica abruptly, not remembering the tune he had been playing. Sighing, Matt closed his eyes and began to play again, this time a totally different melody. A more frustrated one.
Matt knew that he could be loving and caring, but it was hard for him to show other people that. Nobody ever bothered enough to even just try to get inside of his shell, to break the walls he had been building around his heart and soul.
Except for one person that is... Tai.
Tai usually tried to shatter the walls by arguing and slamming his fist into Matt's face, but at least he tried. Though Tai had recently seemed to have given up on Matt too.
The wild haired boy hadn't been talking very much to Matt lately. Not even fighting. And the times when he did say something, he avoided looking into Matt's eyes saying whatever he wanted to say quickly, almost too quickly, and then hurrying away to Agumon or some of the others. That left Matt both hurt and confused. He didn't know why it hurt him, but it did, and it hurt badly.
Matt felt how hot tears formed in his eyes and angrily blinked them away. He was angry at Nancy for not loving him the way a mother should, he was angry with his dad for not making him feel loved though he knew his dad *did* love him and he was angry with Tai for simply making him feel this way, so confused and weird. But mostly, Matt was angry with himself for being such a screw up.
Then the picture of Tai appeared in his mind once again.
It all was so confusing. Sometimes Matt wanted to punch his face in, but somewhere deep inside of him, he wished that Tai would just hold him forever and tell him that everything would be okay.
'NO!' Matt thought furiously. 'You don't like Tai, and he doesn't like you. Stay away from people and everything will be all right. You can't hurt them and they can't hurt you."
The golden haired boy removed the harmonica from his lips, took a deep breath and exhaled noisily.
He held the small shiny instrument in his hands for a while, deep in thought. He felt how new snowflakes started to fall. They felt cold against his skin when they landed but they melted fast, so Matt didn't bother to look up.
The sudden sound of a voice almost made him jump out of his skin.
"Why did you stop playing?" Tai asked.
To be continued...
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