A/N: Mucho thanks for the review Danny! ^_^ Once again…
And Assena, thanks for the review as well… I read your story Trust, it's awesome! You have to write some more! I can't wait… \(^.^)/
Standard Disclaimer: I own Digimon! All the way! That's why I sit here at home writing my version of how Digimon should've gone… -_-;;; No, I own nothing.. sadly…
A/N: And uh, in the previous chapter, remember how Daisuke talks about how Sora's dead and Mimi's psychotic? Never happened. Let's pretend they don't know about them yet. Haha. My mistake.
Oh, and one more thing… Since I'm a pretty big fan of Yakari myself, this story will _eventually_ turn out to be a Yakari! That's my little gift 4 u Assena! ^_^
And Danny, I'm still mulling over the Taiotismon pairing, but since in the series he had a thing for Sora, I feel bad for him, so there's a chance this might turn out to be a Sorachi… (Yep, not a Taiora…)..I'm going to make Sora more aggressive this time around… *evil grin*
And by the way, do you guys know any good Frontier websites? I haven't been able to catch the show yet – it plays either when I'm asleep, and when I'm coming home for school… T_T I want to make this a crossover fic – 01,02,03 and 04, but I haven't seen the last season yet….
Anyway, on to the story! Enjoy, humble reviewers! ^,^ (And I got some one-sided Yakari stuff here….)
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"Yamato?"
"Hmm?" Matt replied. Kari had called him to the digital world, and he sat there, chewing on a blade of grass.
"Do you think Takeru still loves me?" She looked up at him, the flame in her eyes flickering.
"W-w-what do you mean? Of course he loves you! He's been crazy about you ever since you two were kids, and even when you were married to Marcus!" Matt stuttered. Kari, at 19, had gotten married to a man named Marcus, got pregnant, and shortly after that, Marcus had gotten killed in a drag race. Kari and Takeru were now 21, and TK had been like a father to her children. Matt was 25, and he helped the two out whenever he could.
"I don't know anymore… He told me he loved me two months ago, you know. He gave a bracelet of white gold – and inscribed in it 'Faith, like, a knot, will come loose easily. My heart, like this bracelet, will shatter easily.'" Matt smiled. TK would always come with little sayings. "I laughed at that, asking him what it meant. He just smiled and shook his head. Still, I told him I loved him too. And then…" Kari broke down into sobs.
Matt's eyes widened. Kari was never one to cry easily. He crawled over to her, and hugged her. He was always uncomfortable when younger people had emotional breakdowns, so he patted her back awkwardly. "What happened, Hika?"
"I was walking down the street, when I tripped and fell. I got up, to see that the bracelet had broken. I knew something was wrong! I knew it! I called Daisuke and told him! And he lied to me! He knew what was going on! He said it was nothing!" She stopped, her body convulsing in hysteric sobs. Like someone who just didn't care anymore, someone who didn't want to suffer. " I went to Iori's place, thinking he would know. Instead, I found them – together. They heard me – and Takeru looked up at me and smiled. He smiled!!" She shrieked. "Don't I mean ANYTHING to him? And do you know what he said? 'I told you faith is untied easily.' How could he do that! He even told Iori that Takeru and I had broken up! He meant everything to me…"
"Shh, Kari.. You know he cares for you! Sure, he's been screwing up a lot of lately, but you've got to give it time. Mum's death was hard on him – and him drinking didn't help." Hikari tore away for Matt. Her eyes blazed with anger.
"Is that all you're good for? Providing excuses for your baby brother? It was HIS choice to start drinking! It was HIS choice to do drugs! It was HIS choice about how to be a father which makes his son scared of him! It's all HIS FAULT!" She stopped, taking a deep breath. She looked up at Matt, regret in her eyes. "You know Matt, I used to have a crush on you. That's why I called you here – I thought you would understand. The first time you met me you made me cry – is making me cry how you want to say goodbye to me too?" She wiped her eyes on a sleeve, and ran away.
~She's in my arms no longer~
~I held her that day, and watched her run away..~
~Her tears fell, and I collected them~
~I still remember the look in her eyes…~
~In her crimson eyes…~
~The day she said goodbye~
~The day that something didn't start, ended~
~She ran away~
~Ran away from me~
~I sing for her, wishing she'd come back~
~Come back to me, with no tears~
~Come back to me, with love for me~
~I'll hold you, I'll carry you~
~I'll be there, during your time of need~
~Come back to me, take my hand~
~And together we can fly away…..~
~Fly away from what hurt you~
~Fly away from everything that never should've been~
~I need the kiss we never had~
~I want the love we never possessed~
~I want the family we never shared~
~Do your eyes still hold tears?~
~I'll collect your tears…~
~I remember your crimson eyes~
~Your beautiful crimson eyes~
~Crimson Love~
~That's what we had, a Crimson Love~
~A Forbidden Love~
I opened his eyes, and tried to smile. A silence settled over the stadium, and suddenly, breaking the peace, a huge roar echoed. Everyone was up on their feet, cheering. He tried scanning the whole place, desperately seeking for a head of chestnut hair – was that -? No, it was some little girl.
The rest of the evening blurred by. I remember flashes everywhere, people congratulating me, and Taichi watching me with a calculating look in his eyes. Takeru didn't say anything to me, only glared. I looked everywhere, for the precious pair of crimson eyes.
As the night ended, I strapped on his guitar, and went for a walk.
She came!
There she was, her face wrapped in a red scarf. She was holding a little girl, and laughing, almost crying with joy.
How come she was never happy with me? I tried to make her laugh, to make her smile.
"Hikari?" I whispered. "Is that really you?"
She turned her long brown hair flying in the wind. "Yamato? That was beautiful."
I cried then. I've never cried in front of a girl. I couldn't help it, I had everything – I had the perfect life, the perfect children, and even the perfect wife – Sora. But no matter how hard I tried, I would never get the perfect love, the perfect girl – Hikari.
I fell onto my knees, sobbing out all the loneliness that I suffered because she wasn't there – it had been four years. Four long, tiring years. I'm 29, now. 29 and in love. In love with my best friend's little sister, and married to the only girl that he really cared about. I just take, I never give…
"I love you, Hika-chan… I need you here!" She looked at me, pity in her eyes.
"I'm married now, Yamato. And I love my husband. I have four children now, and I'm a crèche teacher."
She hurt me then, hurt me in a way no one could ever understand. But it's possible to love two people at the same time – and I know she loved me. And yet she spurned me. She took my face in her soft hands, and pushed back my hair. I looked in her eyes, and knew. Knew that she wished she could have me, be with me.
I love her, and she loves me. We can never be together. Not in this lifetime.
It was a Forbidden Love.
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A pair of azure eyes flickered open. He growled. Now he knew. His own brother, his best friend, and turned his first love against him.
He would pay. Oh, he would pay alright. Like all the others – like Daisuke, bearer of 'Loyalty', who betrayed him. The irony. Know what else was ironic?
Takeru was the bearer of Hope. And yet all he was full of was Despair.
He knew everyone wondered why he was mad. It wasn't any specific thing, they thought. Nothing that happened to him was that bad.
But they didn't know. How he'd been through hell and back for Hikari. Hikari and Yamato.
Hikari was a Perfected, Yamato a knight. Daisuke a rogue, Ken a bounty hunter. Wallace was a ninja who was in truth a dragonling.
What was he?
He was a Time Keeper, and a Gærthizn. He had to chase after people, and fix up their screw ups. He had to listen to other people when they told him to freeze time. He never deserved this. He should've been a God. The Supreme God. Hell knew, he definitely had the powers!
But the people he trusted most, loved, had made sure that he never would become a God.
He would be damned for Eternity.
And Eternity's a long time – a very long time, especially when you're immortal.
He groaned, and rolled over, facing the window. There was some girl on the other side of the bed, who's 'reassuring' presence he really didn't need right now. Moping wouldn't help. Moping never helped.
Takeru pouted. This sucked. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, got up and stretched. He was tall, taller than Yamato. He had short blonde hair, spiked up, and died purple-blue at the tips. Where Yamato was more buff and strong, TK was more lean and resilient.
He only had some boxers on, so he put on a pair of black jeans and a navy blue turtle neck. Yawning, he reached for his wallet in his jacket pocket, drawing out a $300 bill.
"Hey, girl!" He called, prodding the auburn-haired girl awkwardly. "Get up! Time to go home, honey…"
"What?" she groaned. He looked her over, appreciating her feminine features. Sighing, he realized she was new to the business, as she had many bruises – and they were definitely not from him. He wasn't that aggressive.
"You new to the business honey?"
"2nd week on the job."
"You got any-" All of a sudden, all the windows in the room imploded.
"Fuck!" He swore, and grabbed the girl by her legs, swinging her over his shoulder. "We need to get out of here!"
The girl sighed. "You still gonna pay me? And technically, you're still my client, so I get paid for this, however long it takes."
Takeru gaped at no particular spot, while flying out the window. They were in a life threatening situation and all she could think about was money?
"You know," the girl mused. "I'm feeling uncomfortable without any clothes on."
TK sighed. His eyed flashed white for a second, like a camera, and immediately the girl was covered in green robes. "There, happy?"
With his hindsight, TK saw her grin. "Much better now!"
Takeru scanned his the landscape, noting it was almost sunrise. He stopped in midair, turning 180° so he could face the building that they emerged from. Oh shit. Not good.
An army of pureblood vampires. Takeru flashed them a grin. "Hey gents, ladies, how's it going?"
"The girl!" one of them demanded.
"Listen, if you guys wanted a little action yourselves, you could've said so! I know the best places in town…" he gulped, his smile faltering. Okay, maybe dumbass guy technique wouldn't work in this situation. Operation Run & Hide now activated. "As much as I'd like to stay for tea, folks, I really can't. I'm busy!"
He heard the girl muffle her giggles on his back. "Now is not the time!" he hissed.
"Give us the girl, or die." Some chick in leather ordered. Jeez, they had to be so hot too…
All of a sudden, Takeru felt the wind knocked out of him. He turned, gasping for air. "What the fuck?"
There stood the hooker, with a scythe in her hand. He stared. Where'd that come from? If there was such a thing as looks to kill, she definitely had it down. She was some kind of clingy pink dress, and green wings sprouted from her back. She glared at the vampires defiantly.
"You were saying?" she asked smugly. "Element of Hikari!" she cried, a prism forming in front of her. Takeru watched in awe as –no kidding- the sun (which had begun to rise) got sucked into the prism, and with one explosive 'BOOM' hit the vamps head on.
He winced. Ouch.
He muttered a simple spell, which cleared up all the dust and ashes.
There she was, standing like some princess in the midst of, smiling. "That'll be $900 please!"
He stared. (Seemed to be doing a lot of that lately…) "What'd you say your name was again darling?"
"I didn't. But I will. Name's Mimi. Mimi Tachikawa. Pleasure to meet you, Takeru Takaishi."
Isn't Mimi - ?
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Hello? Anyone there?
Daisuke? Takeru? Hikari?
This isn't funny anymore!
Ken grimaced. Where the hell was he? He was floating in some weird murky grey universe. All he remembered was getting depressed about how the Oracles had found out about him, and then – nothing.
As in Zilch, Nada, Zip.
He growled and started pounding on the wall.
The wall? Huh? Where'd that come from?
Ken's left eye started twitching. Maybe in this universe, what he thought to be, actually came to be.
How about a decent shower and some new clothes!
Something started tickling him. He looked down, to see himself engulfed in little black sparkles. He was pretty tall, about the height of Takeru. The two of them had similar builds, but Ken was more slender. He had long blue hair that ended about mid-back, tied with a brown leather strip. He had some bangs, framing his narrow face and complimenting his inky mauve eyes.
Obviously, the person in charge of this universe had no taste whatsoever. He was dressed in some kind of school uniform, a dull grayish-blue color. Believe it or not, Ken Ichijozi was the best-dressed bachelor in MiddleVerse, so he knew bad fashion sense when he saw it.
Who would even wear something like this? He pondered.
All of a sudden, a flash of pain hit him in the neck. He doubled over, coming into a hacking cough. By the time he was done and got up, the universe was gone.
Instead, it was replaced by something that eerily familiar, and frightening at the same time.
The Dark Ocean. That was the only way he could describe it. He was standing on the shore of some kind of beach, the dark waves lapping at his feet. Every now and then a beam of 'black' light would hit him from a lighthouse further out to sea. To his right, there was a cave, and he glimpsed weird red eyes.
Guys? You there?
All of a sudden, his neck started hurting again, and horrible memories came flooding back to him. The Kaiser…. The Chosen Children… Minomon.
He sobbed. How could he have done those things? How could the DD have forgiven him?
He took a deep breath, and collected his thoughts. The only way to stop running from his past was to embrace it.
His pupils contracted, until it was no more.
The Kaiser was reborn.
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A/N: Haha! I had to make Takeru punkish, I always thought he'd look good like that…. *drool* ^_^ Remember, the 'gang' – the one who know what they were – don't know about Mimi yet. And yes, her transformation was inspired by Lillymon. Gotta love her! ^_~ Mimi a hooker, and sleeping with Takeru, who would've thought?
Sorry Kens' part was so short – even though to the readers it seemed to happen in like a few minutes, for him it's like an eternity. Especially since he had relive his life when he got those memories. It's Sunday, and I couldn't write too much because I faked sick so I could get out of going to a boring party and writing this. They'll be home soon, so this is the best I could do. Bear with me, and don't forget to review! ^_^