Cheer up, yamatoforever, I'm sure everything would be fine. Here, let me hug you. *hugs tightly* Better?
chapter 11
(Flashback. Yamato's POV)
It was an agreement for Ken's song to be played in the end. Time was wearing out. Yamato didn't expect flutters in his stomach and he felt helpless standing in spotlights before the dark sea of faces. Annoying thoughts increased his discomfort. *Maybe the show business is not for me after all.* He gave a smile to the audience, inwardly counting the long minutes.
Three songs left. *I wish some evil Digimon sprang up here now.*
Two. *Yeah, why isn't there any short circuit?*
One. *Why don't everybody just go away?!*
Now. He checked on his bandmates and readjusted his guitar. Why was he so nervous? He wanted only...
"We're going to play a song you have never heard before. It is my new song for a special person."
An accent on 'special' made Yamato stupidly realise it sounded like 'a girlfriend' and he called himself a couple of names. At least, the Chosen children would get the hint. Cheers rose from the back.
"For YOU to hear it."
Because of the spotlights there was nothing to see in the dark hall, moving shapes and occasional unfamiliar faces assured him he hadn't gone blind yet. Ken must be out there. Yamato closed his eyes.
*I want Ken to understand what I sing in my song, that is all.
*Every song has a message. Some messages are love letters, some are riots, some are lullabys. My message is my offer for support. He may not ask for it, but he must know that there are friends for him out there.
*I've seen him through his grief, I've seen him struggling in the waves of the Sea of Darkness and I've seen him drowning and resurfacing.. I knew what he was like in a diabolic rage and I knew him as the sweetest of angels. I fought back to back with him against evil monsters and he fought with head held up high although only darkness met his eye.
*I may not have glimpsed of him as much as Daisuke may have, but still he amazes me with infinite layers to his personality. I honestly believe he is gorgeous. He has a beautiful soul.
*If my song has a message, I want it to be an ode to his virtues.
*I want to tell him how much all of us love him.
*Because I feel for him a complete and unconditional love.*
Yamato took a deep breath and smiled to the mental image of Ken.
*For you... And for the end of your worries.*
He took the first note of the song.
When
you think that you are lost
Beaten,
sore or worn dead out
And you
don't feel it was worth
Sharing
blank and complex crowd
After two lines everybody fell quiet. It was easier for him to concentrate.
Do you
doubt what's black or white
Are you
tortured by good and bad
Is your
colour of violet eyes
The colour
of thoughts in your head?
His face coloured at the lyrics he was about to sing and wondered how the Chosen children reacted to his song. His eyes opened to the dark pitch below. Blood rushed into his face at the end of the refrain.
He saw Ken. The boy was right in front of the scene and as Yamato stared down his eyes he let the fear overwhelm him - the fear that someone might find out who he was singing about. He panicked. Ken frantically looked around trying to get away from the crowd but there was no way out.
It caused Yamato to smile inwardly. *Ken... He's scared too. But there is nothing to be scared of.*
Yamato inspected the hall. The audience seemed enchanted. He took a deep breath for the next part.
*Trust me, Ken. I'm singing this song only to help you ... because you're a better person that you think you are. Because I want you to know it, Ken.. Trust is hard but still... if you smile it will be better. You might find me a fool... But I'm a loving fool...*
A faint smile tugged on his lips as the song carried him on.
You
have shadow over your face
Lie
like black night over your heart
But
your kindness and your grace
Still
remain your loyal part
Time to
learn what's right what's wrong
Please
believe the strength in you
Only
one but not alone
If our
eyes are colour blue
Ken bit his lip and stared into his eyes. At first it was close to denial but then a glowing emotion spilled from his eyes, almost like love, and he smiled. The knowledge that Ken had understood the message and accepted it filled Yamato with warm joy.
*You're wonderful, Ken.* Yamato smiled back fondly. He kept his eyes on the flushed boy.
Ken whispered his name.
Yamato, who saw it, tightened his grip around the microphone.
*Ken...*
Disturbed by the way that name sprang up in his mind, and by the tenderness that name brought, Yamato tried to explain it. They might be bound by understanding and friendship. But no one said that understanding was love. It was a way for love but one could choose not to go.
Or couldn't?
tsuzuku...