AN: Just got inspired….so I'm writing…I guess.
Also for this story I'm going to write in third person.
Italics is whispering
I also, obviously don't own Digimon. This chapter is sorta sad, talks about Yamato, and how he's not here.
At the End it Truly was Worth It
*continuing from last time*
Takeru got up and slowly walked toward the comforting sound, he stood straight while he walked with a smile on his face and thought Wow! That sounds so beautiful, I wonder where it's coming from. He listened to the graceful sound. He started walking through lots of shrubs, growing in the fertile dirt, the day was put in an even more joyful state with the beautiful sound encircling the gentle environment.
He walked for a while, he hummed a beautiful tune.
It was a song someone taught him at a young age… it was his brother, Yamato. You would think it would bring tears to the youth, his brother left with his dad, he had no clue as to why. His Onechan meant so much, he was so happy with him. He felt safe, Takeru was weak, but he had a brother, he didn't need to be strong, but after he left, Takeru had to grow strong, he was lost in a world of his own…a world of sorrow. Now he was happy, two years of being nothing but an empty shell, he was released, but he still had a whole in him.. Somewhere… somewhere there was still a gap.
What a wonderful air there is!! Takeru, after walking a while, started moving up hill, following the smell, it seemed to lead to a plateau. He got real excited and ran up at full speed, when he reached the top he gasped. He saw a beautiful view, the plateau was hovering above a beautiful lake.
Takeru took a inhaled the air and sighed happily and said to no one, "Wow look at the water, it's like Yamato's eyes!"
The lake glistened in Takeru's eyes, swaying bask and forth, then he whispered very softly, "I wish he could see this, I have no one to share this with, I know he'd love it, he'd say how beautiful it was, and how it was a great find, how it was close to his heart because his little brother found it…but he's not here, and I'll never get to show him…never"
He let a clear dropplet fly into the lake, just a single, pure as the sky, tear fall.
He then took out his most precious belonging.. a white whistle, it belonged to his brother, it meant a lot to him. He held it tight to ease the pain of his loss. It hurt.. it hurt so much.
He put it away and headed back to the park slowly, very slowly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~So was that sad? Hope it was, the next chapter is goin to be better, and the good part, I have it already planned out. Look how fast I updated ^_^. I feel this is goin to be good.