Notes: First Digimon fic…that's about it.

Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't care.

Returning
by Jun_Motomiya2000

I could have been a hero. I could have helped save the world from doom. I could have been a famous hero, a role model to younger kids. I could have been a lot of stuff, if I had decided to stay. But I didn't. I guess you could say I didn't want to be a hero…but I doubt anyone would believe that. Since, I was a loud mouth kid, who looked for adventure, and dreamed of being a hero. Yet, as soon as I had a chance…As soon as I was forced into being someone destined to save the world. Correct myself. I mean two worlds. Digital and Real. I ran. Ironic

Another thing that is ironic is the guy who is sitting next to me is readings Takeru's book…'The Chronicles of the Digital World' which of course, is their adventures they had. The guy with the book had started a conversation with me a little while ago about the book. We talked about the Digidestines…and me. Kind of. I had asked him who his favorite character. He said Hikari. I agreed. I asked who his least favorite character was…He said me. Well not exactly. He said my former-name…Since he didn't know the person he was talking about was me. Okay…I should stop before I confuse myself here. Anyway…I asked him why. He said because I ran away, and left the others to save the worlds by themselves. I kept silent.

Since I ran away, I became the least favorite of a lot of people. Do you know how hard it is, to listen to people talk about trash about you, in front of you, knowing that you are there, but not knowing that you are the person the find it so interesting to bash? It's hard. Not has hard has if they knew it was you. I think some people call my a coward…

"So you believe he's a coward?" Okay…I just started the conversation up again.

"Yeah…I also believe he betrayed the team…" Ouch…That hurt. I guess I did betray…In their eyes.

"I wonder sometimes…" I began stating…"If he had a more reason to run than anyone else knows." The plane is coming down now. I am going back. Why? Because even though most of the world hates me…I still have a dream to carry out, and I'm opening a new restaurant in Odaiba. I will probably have to see the others. But I can live. I can live. I just pray they don't recognize me…Which would be hard, it's been almost 25 years since they've seen me.

"Maybe…but I can't see what reason could be enough to run away from saving the World"

I know one. Which is the reason I ran in the first place. It's simple.

I owe the World nothing.

The plane lands and the guy next to me stands up. He grabs his carry on bag. Then looks at me before saying.

"My name is Wallace Smith…"

I nod at him.

"And mine is…John Davis."

He smiles and I smile back.

And yet. He didn't see pass my smile and my lies. He's a Digidestine. Just like the others, but not like me. I gave up being the Digidestine along time ago. When I got off the plane, I watched as Wallace ran to meet 11 other people. I knew them. They were the people who I ran from.

Ken met my eyes, then I turned a walked away. I had another life now. They were now just heroes to me. A legend. Role Models at the very much.

I wasn't Daisuke Motomiya anymore. I was John Davis, owner of "Noodle, Noodle, Come Get Your Noodles"

And…after I grabbed the rest of my luggage, I pulled out a book and turned to a page that was marked and read one of the paragraphs.

Daisuke was gone. The Digidestine's had no idea where he had gone. He had left them to face the evil with one less person. What surprised them more was that he even left Veemon, his Digimon partner behind. And there is no reason in the world that could excuse what he had done. He turned his back on the Real and Digital World. If something was to be said about Daisuke…It was that he had a habit of putting his needs before others.

Like I said before.

I owe the World nothing.

That was that.

And I could live…

I could live.