1 Death Alone Cannot Part Us
Part four: Doubts, Fear, but always, hope..
1.1 PG
Matt, Kari and Tk's POV.
Matt's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, or any of it's respective characters. It belongs to those people at fox kids and… that other place who's name escapes me… for the moment. I do, however, own Hademon and Wraithmon.
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I looked around as I heard a voice. "Tk..?" I whispered uncertainly. I could have sworn that I'd heard Tk whisper, however faintly, 'hope'. But… but.. that was lunacy. Tk was dead, I finally admitted to myself, wasn't he?
"Tk? B..but… he's..he's.. isn't he?" A voice, wavering and watery said, and after several moments I realized it was Davis. I looked at him. His eyes and cheeks were red and he was shaking. He looked at me, and I couldn't see any of the sometimes arrogant, self- centered boy that sat behind those eyes most of the time. All I saw was fear, sorrow and regret. I wonder what he saw in my eyes? I've always believed that eyes were the windows to the soul. Then why, when I look into the mirror, Into my eyes, is it that all I see is blue?
Tk's POV.
I looked down at the room of people, people that had built my life. Sorrow, sorrow everywhere. And Matt.. brother.. you aren't heartless or soulless as you believe. Kari… she blamed herself. It wasn't your fault, Kari. I would rather die… die? Yes, die, I would rather I died that see her loose her life. Then I realized. I wasn't dead. Sure, I wasn't alive, but I also wasn't dead. It was just… I wasn't needing my body. Not yet. And then, and then I realized something.
"kari…kari….Kari?" I practiced, and, for some reason, instead of trying to talk to her, I spoke to her crest, and I found it wasn't exhausting like trying to speak with sound. And I noticed that when I 'spoke' Kari's crest glowed. I tried Matt. No response. Tai, Davis, Izzy, Cody, Yolei, Ken, Mimi, Sora, Joe… no crests responded save Kari's.
Kari's POV.
"Kari…kari…Kari?" Tk? But how? I must be delusional. I hadn't heard Tk. It hadn't been sound. But wait, my crest was glowing. "Tk?" I said, for reasons unknown, speaking to the air above me. "Kari! You can hear me? I missed you.." A voice – no, thought – that sounded like Tk's said. "Were are you, Tk?" I asked. Matt looked at me, his face seeming eerily haunted and pale.
"Who are you talking to? And why is your crest glowing?" He asked, his voice hollow and sad. "It's.. it's Tk. I think… I think he can communicate through our crests."
In another world, an alternate reality or shadow world, a dark digimon overlord sat on his dark throne, watching through what seemed to be black fog,11 children in a room. One of the children's crests began to glow. Wraithmon cursed. He must destroy light before hope could be restored
NOTE: 'Wraith' means 'Phantom' (more or less) I just decided to call my big baddy 'Wraithmon' instead of 'phantommon' because I think 'Wraithmon' just sounds so much cooler.
Part four: Doubts, Fear, but always, hope..
1.1 PG
Matt, Kari and Tk's POV.
Matt's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, or any of it's respective characters. It belongs to those people at fox kids and… that other place who's name escapes me… for the moment. I do, however, own Hademon and Wraithmon.
***
I looked around as I heard a voice. "Tk..?" I whispered uncertainly. I could have sworn that I'd heard Tk whisper, however faintly, 'hope'. But… but.. that was lunacy. Tk was dead, I finally admitted to myself, wasn't he?
"Tk? B..but… he's..he's.. isn't he?" A voice, wavering and watery said, and after several moments I realized it was Davis. I looked at him. His eyes and cheeks were red and he was shaking. He looked at me, and I couldn't see any of the sometimes arrogant, self- centered boy that sat behind those eyes most of the time. All I saw was fear, sorrow and regret. I wonder what he saw in my eyes? I've always believed that eyes were the windows to the soul. Then why, when I look into the mirror, Into my eyes, is it that all I see is blue?
Tk's POV.
I looked down at the room of people, people that had built my life. Sorrow, sorrow everywhere. And Matt.. brother.. you aren't heartless or soulless as you believe. Kari… she blamed herself. It wasn't your fault, Kari. I would rather die… die? Yes, die, I would rather I died that see her loose her life. Then I realized. I wasn't dead. Sure, I wasn't alive, but I also wasn't dead. It was just… I wasn't needing my body. Not yet. And then, and then I realized something.
"kari…kari….Kari?" I practiced, and, for some reason, instead of trying to talk to her, I spoke to her crest, and I found it wasn't exhausting like trying to speak with sound. And I noticed that when I 'spoke' Kari's crest glowed. I tried Matt. No response. Tai, Davis, Izzy, Cody, Yolei, Ken, Mimi, Sora, Joe… no crests responded save Kari's.
Kari's POV.
"Kari…kari…Kari?" Tk? But how? I must be delusional. I hadn't heard Tk. It hadn't been sound. But wait, my crest was glowing. "Tk?" I said, for reasons unknown, speaking to the air above me. "Kari! You can hear me? I missed you.." A voice – no, thought – that sounded like Tk's said. "Were are you, Tk?" I asked. Matt looked at me, his face seeming eerily haunted and pale.
"Who are you talking to? And why is your crest glowing?" He asked, his voice hollow and sad. "It's.. it's Tk. I think… I think he can communicate through our crests."
In another world, an alternate reality or shadow world, a dark digimon overlord sat on his dark throne, watching through what seemed to be black fog,11 children in a room. One of the children's crests began to glow. Wraithmon cursed. He must destroy light before hope could be restored
NOTE: 'Wraith' means 'Phantom' (more or less) I just decided to call my big baddy 'Wraithmon' instead of 'phantommon' because I think 'Wraithmon' just sounds so much cooler.