Author's Note: Ok, here is the second chapter of 'Hatred's Sacrifice.'
But before I start, I'd like to answer a few questions from reviews I got in the first chapter.
1: I have never read this.. this.. Walkabout, by Silver.
2: I didn't copy anything. What the hell are you talking about? "Cough! Digi Bonds!"
3: I'm sorry about those weird question marks whenever I tab.
4: Silver, if your reading this, I'd like to tell you I didn't copy anything. Maybe I'll read your story next time.
5: If it seems like I copied anything from 'Walkabout', as I said, flame me. I don't care.
6: You guys get the feeling that it's from Walkabout cause you read Walkabout! DUH!
Why the heck are you asking me why you have that feeling?
HATRED'S SACRIFICE
Chapter 2: Memories
By: UNKNOWN
Davis glanced at his D-3. He wiped his forehead.
"Phew! I thought they would get Patamon or Gatomon to get me!"
He sighed. "But they're right. I probably am an airhead. And maybe I do try to compete with T.K. too much." He sat on a rock and began to think.
"They dislike me because of the way I act. Maybe if I changed my ways of acting so energetic and wanting to rush in all the time."
He sighed again and kicked a large rock. "OW!" he yelped and jumped.
The rock was no rock. It was a Gotsumon.
"Hey, someone hit me," he complained to no one. He turned to Davis. "Was it you?"
"Um..um, yes it was, Please forgive me!! I am so sorry!"
Gotsumon stared. "Are you one of the digi-destined?" Davis nodded slowly.
Gotsumon suddenly seized Davis's hand and began to shake it violently, as if he wanted it to come off. "Thank you, goggled digi-destined! Thank you for saving us from the Digimon Emperor!" 'Were you his slave?"
Gotsumon's eyes narrowed a bit. "Yes. It was horrible. He made me fight my own brother! And he wouldn't make us stop until we tired out. A-and he killed my brother!!"
He began to wail. "I-I'm so sorry," Davis whispered. "Don't be. Being dead was better than being controlled by the Digimon Emperor."
"Well, it wasn't just me that defeated the Digimon Emperor…"
"Wow, brave, determined, and modest. How often does that happen?"
Davis smiled weakly as he waved good-bye to the leaving
Gotsumon. Davis sat down again. What happened a long time ago? What made me
lose all my friends? Did I ever even have any?
***** FLASHBACK *****
Davis walked to school gaily. It was his first day of third grade and he was looking forward to it. When he got into class, kids hissed at him.
"Loser."
"Thumb sucker."
"Nail biter."
Davis bit himself to stop him from crying. He shook his head and sat down.
After school, he saw some kids playing soccer. He went in for a closer look.
They were choosing teams and were short one person.
"Hey Davis! You know how to play soccer?" "Yeah, a little bit." "Then come over here!"
Davis obeyed and the second team captain received him as a player.
During the game, he never touched the ball. He kept trying to kick it, but the other kids kept pushing and bumping him. At the end, he fell into a puddle of mud.
"Man, next time, you get Davis!" the second team captain yelled.
"Hell, no! Seeing how he plays?" the first captain shot back.
Davis yelled, "Stop making fun of me! Someday, I'll be better than all of you!"
All the kids laughed and they left him, lying in the mud, without bothering to help him.
Then a girl the same age appeared in front of him.
"Are you OK?" the girl asked in a concerned tone. "Yeah...help me up, will you?"
The girl took his hand and pulled with all her strength.
There was a sickening 'POP!' he was free of the mud. "Thanks," he muttered.
"So, what's your name?" she asked. "My name? It's Davis Motomiya."
She smiled. "My name is Kari Kamiya."
** END FLASHBACK **
Davis closed his eyes and began to think again.
That was when I believed Kari to be an angel. Sweet,
kind, caring, and beautiful.
For a while, I was her shining star.
I was always able to cheer her up when she was down. Care
for her when she was sick.
Until that T.K. came along. Then we started to drift
away.
I was slowly fading. T.K. grew brighter and I grew
duller.
Kept on going dull until I disappeared. Disappeared from
her gaze
He opened his eyes. His stomach rumbled, indicating that he was hungry.
"You don't have to tell me," he said to himself. He looked around.
Ah! Just hanging above him was a big blue fruit and some little berries around it.
He ate it without questioning whether it was poisonous or not.
After eating the last berry he could find, he burped.
Aren't I only supposed to do that when I drink soda?
He looked up at the sky. It was pitch black. Black like the hatred in his heart.
"I'd better find a place to sleep."
Author's Note: OK! Glad to get that out of the way.
Same note goes for this chapter as the first one! Just review it, and flame me if you want.
Chapter three will come on if demanded.
Maybe I'll read 'Walkabout' sometime this week.
REVIEW!!!!!!