AN: People like me....they really like me! All right, enough of that.
This chapter is the fake father's POV, k Nothing much to say otherwise.
In the Japanese series, they aren't called Digidestand, they're chosen children. The crest of Reliability is called Purity, I believe. If it's not, to bad. I have an artistic license. That's why, for now, Jyou (Joe) will be the only official (not a lunky for half the season) chosen named.
Oh, and one thing. In Japan, they consider the time in the womb part of the aging process. That means, the day you're born, you're one year old. When you're one in America, you're two there ect. ect..
Wow. For someone who doesn't have much to say, I sure don't shut up that fast.
*******
Jyou clamps a pale hand on your shoulder as you abandon the group. The boy within your arms stiffens, touching the new mandible with his own tiny fingers.
His grip upon your shoulder is strong, much more so than you would expect from Jyou. You fight his grip until it loosens and you can slip free. His hand falls limply at his side as you begin to stride off.
*Who`s is he* Jyou asks through his teeth. You turn to look into his cold eyes with yours like. You're both too proud to back down from this little fight you've caused. The infant within your arms whimpers, nuzzling his head against you. *Who`s is he* Jyou asks again, more harshly than before as your answer doesn't come.
*Mine,* you reply coolly. You decide there is no more that needs to be said and thus you turn to take your leave once again.
*Why are you lying to me Did you actually believe that we would buy you suddenly coming with a three year old that you had never told us of and which doesn't resemble you in the least* Jyou snapped. *Did you actually believe we'd take you as so stupid that you would have a one night stand with a woman, have her drop off the child, and decide to take care of it when you're barely making ends meet Did you ever believe we would expect that you would take a child into that crap you call an apartment Who's is it*
*Why are you so concerned about this It's no business of yours,* you snarl, clutching the child closely to your chest. In truth, you know you should tell him what he wants to know. It's his right as a Chosen Child, he can be trusted. But that was back when he would be under the microscope if he told. Now it has nothing to do with Jyou.
*Why are you trying to hide it from me* he asks softly, in a more controlled tone, taking a step closer to you and the infant. *What do you think might happen if you tackle this one alone Did you ever stop and think what trouble you might draw if you make a mistake, and no one's there to help you out for lack of know how What about the child *
*He`s mine, Jyou. That's all you need.* You walk away into a newly forming fog, leaving Jyou behind.
********
Your eyes snap open to gaze at the white washed ceiling. Wiping the light sweat from your brow, you sit up from where you had lain upon the sofa. You let your sprawled hand slide back down your face and fall helplessly into your lap.
God, did you ever hate that image. Your best friend turning against you, even if he was right. Jyou hasn't looked at you the same since that day.
*You all right* your partner asks, raising his head just enough to be noticed. You nod softly, an exhausted, forced movement which could be seen through easily. Your partner frowns, but lays his head again. He's learned better than to ask.
When no comment is uttered between you, you get up and leave the living room.
Your venturing takes you to the only other bedroom in the slightly- more-than-studio apartment. The one belonging to Hirokazu.
It was plain, you know without looking through the slightly ajar door. Only the bare essentials for sleeping and changing, and whatever clothing he had worn that week skewered on the floor.
Hirokazu wasn't one of those people who wasn't creative enough or didn't want to decorate it. He just never found the time nor inspiration to do so, and it remained plain.
A flip of a switch illuminates the room, sending a pale yellow discoloring over the walls, without one dip to resist it. That is, until it reaches the back corner. It's charred black.
**************
*Papa! Papa!* Hirokazu cheers, galloping into waiting arms. You grin to the boy, which he returns to you ten fold. *Lookit what I can do!* He giggles. He holds up his left hand before your face.
An unbridled energy sprouts from his fingertips, it's base growing until it reaches the size of your fist, and then springing forth and retracting from it.
It's painfully obvious, from the whine and hiss the energy releases as it turns to a blinding glow, that the boy has no control what so ever of what he has created. Yet, it doesn't fly around it's confines of the room, doesn't spin in a blind rage. It's still calm, as if enchanted by waiting for the boy's next move.
The temperature is throbbing, cold and hot, cold and hot. Not warm or cool at any one point, which could only happen if they melded together. They stay completely separated.
Through the blazing light from the boy's digits, you see his equally bright face. It becomes clearer, more easily defined as the energy enters back into his fingers until it eats away at it's self and becomes nothing.
*Cool, huh* He giggles, hugging you tightly. He pushes away only enough to see your reaction to what he had just done.
*It`s begining,* You mutter under your breath. Your tone becomes firm as you place the boy back onto his feet. *Go to your room and don't come out until I tell you.*
Hirokazu`s jaw drops so that his bottom teeth are revealed for a second before tightening it again. With as much dignity as a five year old can muster, he walks toward his bedroom.
You could hear his bitter tears as the door to his room shuts. When you enter again, the corner is charred.
**********
You had always known he wasn't a normal child. But then, you should really haven't of doubted. After all, you had been told.
*********
You frown as the brunette takes a seat upon an arm chair. It will take a hell of a lot of cleaning to remove the dirt stains.
He cradles a one year old in his arms, running his finger delicately against his face. The skin doesn't even bend, but the child still coos softly at his father's touch.
He notices you staring, and he blushes sheepishly through a thick layer of dirt that just won't wash off. *Sorry we couldn't be more presentable. There really hasn't been the kind of time, and I really wasn't expecting....*
You brush the comment off with a wave of your hand. *It`s not important,* you say, to which your partner gives a snort. He's changed his form, one more human. More, meaning, not perfectly. He's as close as he could be without giving up his roots. He swore it was much `more appropriate`. You shoot him a look, and he silences down. *What IS important is why you came to me.*
Your partners face is anxious for the news, his eyes hungry for the orders.
*There`s a virus sweeping through my world,* he sighs. Your partner nods.
*So, we should take care of him* He asks. *We have done it before.*
*You can't Digivolve.* the brunette tells him. Your partner squeaks. *Without human aid. Your partner's too old to return.*
*He....tampered with out Digivolving* he whispers. The brunette nods, looking down sheepishly. *So what are we going to do We can't just sit around!*
*Calm down, I have a plan already. There's only one thing...* He looks down at the child in his arms. *That`s why I'm coming to you. Those systems of yours...they're the best defense for him before his talents are called for. He won't be found if he's under their power.*
*So...you want me to watch your son* You ask, raising an eyebrow. He thinks for a minute, then shrugs and nods.
*Somehting like that. I need you to hide him. Change his identity so that he's not detected,* He tells you, running his fingers through the child's matted hair. *He may be the last hope if worse comes to worse. We can't risk his safety any longer in that world.*
Your jaw goes tight as he looks down at the child. He's nearly to the point of tears as the infant holds his finger in it's tiny fist. He kisses it softly on the forehead as you take the grubby child from his arms.
***********
You smile and leave the room, pushing a disagreed shirt to the side with your foot. You'd have to tell him to clean it up later.
With a click, the door closes behind you and you make your way down the short hall. At the end of it sits a locked off room, which is opened by a mere turn of a key.
It seems cheap to hide it with only a pad lock. To keep in touch with the world you had left, you had filled it with the proper tools. The tools themselves, only priced in the thousands. The information they hold, priceless.
As you lock the door behind you, the temperature begins to swell once again, given off by the dozen machines in there. You tap a rotating fan for it to start up again, but it remains motionless and off.
Sighing, you set to work once again, monitoring the balance of one world and the next.
Out side of your own little world of 1`s and 0`s, you hear the front door open and shut. Your partner has left the apartment.
In the Japanese series, they aren't called Digidestand, they're chosen children. The crest of Reliability is called Purity, I believe. If it's not, to bad. I have an artistic license. That's why, for now, Jyou (Joe) will be the only official (not a lunky for half the season) chosen named.
Oh, and one thing. In Japan, they consider the time in the womb part of the aging process. That means, the day you're born, you're one year old. When you're one in America, you're two there ect. ect..
Wow. For someone who doesn't have much to say, I sure don't shut up that fast.
*******
Jyou clamps a pale hand on your shoulder as you abandon the group. The boy within your arms stiffens, touching the new mandible with his own tiny fingers.
His grip upon your shoulder is strong, much more so than you would expect from Jyou. You fight his grip until it loosens and you can slip free. His hand falls limply at his side as you begin to stride off.
*Who`s is he* Jyou asks through his teeth. You turn to look into his cold eyes with yours like. You're both too proud to back down from this little fight you've caused. The infant within your arms whimpers, nuzzling his head against you. *Who`s is he* Jyou asks again, more harshly than before as your answer doesn't come.
*Mine,* you reply coolly. You decide there is no more that needs to be said and thus you turn to take your leave once again.
*Why are you lying to me Did you actually believe that we would buy you suddenly coming with a three year old that you had never told us of and which doesn't resemble you in the least* Jyou snapped. *Did you actually believe we'd take you as so stupid that you would have a one night stand with a woman, have her drop off the child, and decide to take care of it when you're barely making ends meet Did you ever believe we would expect that you would take a child into that crap you call an apartment Who's is it*
*Why are you so concerned about this It's no business of yours,* you snarl, clutching the child closely to your chest. In truth, you know you should tell him what he wants to know. It's his right as a Chosen Child, he can be trusted. But that was back when he would be under the microscope if he told. Now it has nothing to do with Jyou.
*Why are you trying to hide it from me* he asks softly, in a more controlled tone, taking a step closer to you and the infant. *What do you think might happen if you tackle this one alone Did you ever stop and think what trouble you might draw if you make a mistake, and no one's there to help you out for lack of know how What about the child *
*He`s mine, Jyou. That's all you need.* You walk away into a newly forming fog, leaving Jyou behind.
********
Your eyes snap open to gaze at the white washed ceiling. Wiping the light sweat from your brow, you sit up from where you had lain upon the sofa. You let your sprawled hand slide back down your face and fall helplessly into your lap.
God, did you ever hate that image. Your best friend turning against you, even if he was right. Jyou hasn't looked at you the same since that day.
*You all right* your partner asks, raising his head just enough to be noticed. You nod softly, an exhausted, forced movement which could be seen through easily. Your partner frowns, but lays his head again. He's learned better than to ask.
When no comment is uttered between you, you get up and leave the living room.
Your venturing takes you to the only other bedroom in the slightly- more-than-studio apartment. The one belonging to Hirokazu.
It was plain, you know without looking through the slightly ajar door. Only the bare essentials for sleeping and changing, and whatever clothing he had worn that week skewered on the floor.
Hirokazu wasn't one of those people who wasn't creative enough or didn't want to decorate it. He just never found the time nor inspiration to do so, and it remained plain.
A flip of a switch illuminates the room, sending a pale yellow discoloring over the walls, without one dip to resist it. That is, until it reaches the back corner. It's charred black.
**************
*Papa! Papa!* Hirokazu cheers, galloping into waiting arms. You grin to the boy, which he returns to you ten fold. *Lookit what I can do!* He giggles. He holds up his left hand before your face.
An unbridled energy sprouts from his fingertips, it's base growing until it reaches the size of your fist, and then springing forth and retracting from it.
It's painfully obvious, from the whine and hiss the energy releases as it turns to a blinding glow, that the boy has no control what so ever of what he has created. Yet, it doesn't fly around it's confines of the room, doesn't spin in a blind rage. It's still calm, as if enchanted by waiting for the boy's next move.
The temperature is throbbing, cold and hot, cold and hot. Not warm or cool at any one point, which could only happen if they melded together. They stay completely separated.
Through the blazing light from the boy's digits, you see his equally bright face. It becomes clearer, more easily defined as the energy enters back into his fingers until it eats away at it's self and becomes nothing.
*Cool, huh* He giggles, hugging you tightly. He pushes away only enough to see your reaction to what he had just done.
*It`s begining,* You mutter under your breath. Your tone becomes firm as you place the boy back onto his feet. *Go to your room and don't come out until I tell you.*
Hirokazu`s jaw drops so that his bottom teeth are revealed for a second before tightening it again. With as much dignity as a five year old can muster, he walks toward his bedroom.
You could hear his bitter tears as the door to his room shuts. When you enter again, the corner is charred.
**********
You had always known he wasn't a normal child. But then, you should really haven't of doubted. After all, you had been told.
*********
You frown as the brunette takes a seat upon an arm chair. It will take a hell of a lot of cleaning to remove the dirt stains.
He cradles a one year old in his arms, running his finger delicately against his face. The skin doesn't even bend, but the child still coos softly at his father's touch.
He notices you staring, and he blushes sheepishly through a thick layer of dirt that just won't wash off. *Sorry we couldn't be more presentable. There really hasn't been the kind of time, and I really wasn't expecting....*
You brush the comment off with a wave of your hand. *It`s not important,* you say, to which your partner gives a snort. He's changed his form, one more human. More, meaning, not perfectly. He's as close as he could be without giving up his roots. He swore it was much `more appropriate`. You shoot him a look, and he silences down. *What IS important is why you came to me.*
Your partners face is anxious for the news, his eyes hungry for the orders.
*There`s a virus sweeping through my world,* he sighs. Your partner nods.
*So, we should take care of him* He asks. *We have done it before.*
*You can't Digivolve.* the brunette tells him. Your partner squeaks. *Without human aid. Your partner's too old to return.*
*He....tampered with out Digivolving* he whispers. The brunette nods, looking down sheepishly. *So what are we going to do We can't just sit around!*
*Calm down, I have a plan already. There's only one thing...* He looks down at the child in his arms. *That`s why I'm coming to you. Those systems of yours...they're the best defense for him before his talents are called for. He won't be found if he's under their power.*
*So...you want me to watch your son* You ask, raising an eyebrow. He thinks for a minute, then shrugs and nods.
*Somehting like that. I need you to hide him. Change his identity so that he's not detected,* He tells you, running his fingers through the child's matted hair. *He may be the last hope if worse comes to worse. We can't risk his safety any longer in that world.*
Your jaw goes tight as he looks down at the child. He's nearly to the point of tears as the infant holds his finger in it's tiny fist. He kisses it softly on the forehead as you take the grubby child from his arms.
***********
You smile and leave the room, pushing a disagreed shirt to the side with your foot. You'd have to tell him to clean it up later.
With a click, the door closes behind you and you make your way down the short hall. At the end of it sits a locked off room, which is opened by a mere turn of a key.
It seems cheap to hide it with only a pad lock. To keep in touch with the world you had left, you had filled it with the proper tools. The tools themselves, only priced in the thousands. The information they hold, priceless.
As you lock the door behind you, the temperature begins to swell once again, given off by the dozen machines in there. You tap a rotating fan for it to start up again, but it remains motionless and off.
Sighing, you set to work once again, monitoring the balance of one world and the next.
Out side of your own little world of 1`s and 0`s, you hear the front door open and shut. Your partner has left the apartment.