A World of Pain (Part 2) By Starbo

A/N: Okay, here it is, at long, long, long, a damn long last! Lol. This part is decitated to those who reviewed my first part: Kaylen, ChibiRaye- chan, Hotaru_007, Katmon Ichijouji, and Crysie. It was because of you five that I got inspired to write the next part. Sure, it took about a year, but that was because I was mostly busy - or lazy, one or the other. ^_^; lol. Anyhow, here it is!

Disclaimer: I don't known Digimon, no matter how I wish. I don't known the song that's at the beginning of the story. That's the song "But All I Can Do" by Toby Keith. He owns it, not me. Please stop tormenting me by making write these disclaimers and having to face the horrible truth that I don't own these things. =(

::.:: is the song.

//.// are thoughts.

*.* are italized words.

Now, on with the show!!

::But all I can do, Is all I can do. And I keep on trying. . . . But all I can be, Is all I can be. And I keep on trying. . . . There's always a mountain in front of me, Seems I'm always climbing. . . . And falling, and climbing, But I keep on trying.::

It had been so long ago, and yet, only a week had passed. A haze of tears had washed the days and nights together in a gray web of sobs and heart retching screams. She wished so much for what could never be, and while her heart said to keep on wishing, her mind told her that the day will never come and she must move on. That seems to be how anyone can get over the despair of loosing another, letting their minds win the fight and numb the heart. The only way to leave behind the past is to forget your heart.





At least, that's how it was for Yolie. She would cry all day and weep all night, for the one she lost. Though she told no one, she listened above her sobs to hear the phone ring or her e-mail to beep at her. She wanted to think that all of this was just a horrible nightmare, something that went away when you woke up and found nothing more but pillow in your face and the sun shining threw the window. She wanted so much for Davis to be back that she did nothing but weep for him.





Her friends, hurting as much as they were by the lost of Davis, all of them did their best to ease her pain, but they could only hold her shoulders for so long, and speak so few comforting words that weren't heard by her ears anyhow. She hadn't gone to school all that week, nor hardly eating because she was too busy wailing over her lost friend. She had truly cared for him, maybe more than she wanted to admit. And he gave his life to save hers. He had jumped in front of her and taken the hit of Wormmon's attack. Sometimes, reflecting on that day, she feels as if she had killed him. . . . When all she wanted to was give him hope and life again . . .

And then the day had come. She didn't know how it had happened, and for a moment, she felt that she had gone insane. from so much weeping and hurting. But, there was his voice, coming from the small holes in the phone. He was home and he was just fine! He had never died, it seems. He - he - even he doesn't know how to explain it, for he doesn't remember how he supposedly died in the first place. He doesn't remember anything at all.

~*~*~*~

"Wake up, Davis, Chosen Child of Courage," a deep, kind voice spoke softly to the young boy who laid at his feet. It had been long week, for both of them. Davis was too stubborn to give up on life, even though he had killed himself so that other girl, Yolie, could live. It was very noble. Something as noble as that can not go unlooked. The Guardian of the Digital World had to do something about this.

So he took Davis' soul after it had destroyed the army of the Digital Emperor, and patched it back together to the best he could. However, there were a few pieces missing, even before the Guardian of the Digital World had collected them. Those were little, but important parts, that needed to be fixed. They can grow back, like skin over a scraped knee, but they have to be treated in a certain way for that to happen. They needed to be nurtured and loved. He just hoped that in the human world that could happen.

"Davis, awake," the Guardian repeated.

This time, the boy, in his usual clothing's and all, stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked up at the Guardian and gave a puzzled look.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Why, I'm the Guardian of the Digital World," the creature answered.

" . . . The Digital World? Is that where I am?"

"Well, yes and no. You're in a special place, my home, and it's spirited from the rest of the Digital World." The Guardian noticed that Davis was queerly calm about all of this.

"Oh, I see. I think."

"Davis, are you alright?" A stupid question, but it was all the Guardian could think of to ask.

"Davis?" he cocked his head. "Am I Davis?"

//Uh-oh . . .// the Guardian winced in his mind. Looks like he had made a mistake. . . But, how could that be? He made sure to put the boy's memory back in its respectful place, so Davis could remember the brave deed he had done. The Guardian screeched Davis over, having that power over the boy for he basically recreated him. The memory was there and it should be functioning properly. However, for some reason, it laid asleep. //Well, many human's have this problem. Prophase if he were to be back with his family and friends. It seems to work with other humans.

"Davis," he spoke and caught the wondering eye of the boy, "I am going to send you to some people who are very nice and they will take care of you."

"But,: Davis protested, "I don't know them."

"Yes, you do. You just don't realize it yet. You will, soon, however." //Hopefully. You are too important to be without your memory.//

And with that, the slow moving rainbow background of his home began to move rapidly until all Davis saw was a blur of colors. The next thing he knew, he was standing in a less colorful place. There was tall things with shiny, reflecting squares in rows up and down the flat surfaces. There also was many people who looked like him on the basic level, with four limbs and two eyes and hair only their heads. The Guardian of the Digital World was nice and never would Davis call him strange, but it was clear that they weren't of the same blood. . . . Or whatever that Guardian had in his veins. This was all very confusing. . .

"Hey, watch it, Kid!" some guy snapped as he rammed into the boy from lack of view do to all of the bags he carried. "Damn teenagers, can't even get out of the way of a struggling man."

//What was that all about?// Davis wondered. //What was it that the Guardian said? There was so suppose to be some nice people to take care of me. That man couldn't have been with those people. Where are they?//

As if on cue, Davis heard a voice shout, "DAVIS!"

Looking behind him, he saw a girl run up to him with a smile, but troubled eyes. She hugged him TIGHTLY and went on babbling, "Oh, Davis, I'm so happy to see you! I thought you were dead, we all did! After what your friends explained to us and everything, I just couldn't take it! I was so sad, and you weren't around so I could bug you - it's been so lonely! Davis, I'm sorry for all the bad things I've said to you! I take e them back, every single one of them! Just please don't leave again!"

"Jun!" a man's voice from behind her snapped. "Leave the boy alone; I'm sure you've scared him enough."

"But, Dad," Jun protested and stepped to the side so he could see Davis in full view. "It's Davis! He's back!"

"Oh my God!" a woman beside the man gasped and covered her mouth, while the man just stood there, shocked into silence. The woman knelt in front of the very confused Davis, who found it was the best to stand still as he regained his breath from Jun's death hug. She reached out and lightly touched the cheeked of his left side and slowly a smile spread over her lips, traveling up to her eyes. "Oh, my Davis!"

Another death hug had him gasping for air, so the man had to pull the woman off of him. Davis regained his breath and took a small step away from the two woman. He looked at the three people, all of them looking at him and waiting for him to do something.

"Um," Davis started. "Are you . . . are you suppose to be . . ."

"We're your family," Jun gave a nervous laugh, then gasped. "Oh, Dad! Mom! What if he's lost his memory?! Davis, do you know who I am?"

"Uh, a girl?" he took another step back, finding himself leaning on a railing that separated the road from the sidewalk.

"Oh, my pour Davis!" the older woman cried and buried her head into the man's shoulder. "He doesn't remember us!"

"There, there, Honey," the man patted her back. "He's with us now, and that's all that matters. We'll take him to a doctor and see if there's anything we can do." He looked at the scared Davis, realizing that he had to be careful on what he said to his son, who seemed ready to bolt away. "Davis, I'm your father, this is your mother, and this is your sister. We would like it if you would come with us, so we can take care of you."

At the words, "take care of you," Davis felt himself ease a little of the tension that was brewing in his muscles. The Guardian was right, there were people who were going to be taking care of him. He stepped forward and said a shy, "Okay."

He put a hand Davis' shoulder and lead him threw the crowds and to their car. Davis was still confused and nervous, but somehow, under the hand of this man, he felt as if that was where he was suppose to be. Maybe this was where he belong and the Guardian knew that, so he sent him back.

In the back seat, with Jun next to him, Davis watched the buildings fly by, the people going in and out of stores, crossing the crosswalks, and other cars driving along on the road. As the more Davis looked at things, the more he seemed remembered them. Most of them were just the names and functions, but he caught a glance at something that was deeper than the names and functions. It was like he had some connection to them. . .

At one of the many stop lights, Davis was watching the people the walk by in the eerie silence of the car that had fallen as soon as they were driving down the road. Then, out of the crowd, a girl with a pink out fit stopped and stared at him. She was so beautiful, with her short, brown hair framing her doll-like face. They stared at each other, a moment lost in time. . .

And then another boy grabbed her hand and pulled her away and off of the crosswalk, so the cars could go where they where to suppose to go. He watched her as long as possible, as she fought to look back at him and not trip over her own feet. She spoke to the boy, who had a mass of brown hair on his head. The boy looked back once and didn't see Davis, so just scowled at her. Davis wanted to jump out of the car and tell that guy to knock it off, but then he found Jun was giggling.

"I knew it!" she snickered. "You like Kari! Oh, just wait until we tell Kari and all your other friends! They'll be *so* shocked!"

//Kari . . . that's pretty name.// "I didn't even know her name until now," Davis protested.

"You use to know her," Jun went on, "and drooled over her, too. You had this huge crush on her, nearly on the point of obsession! Of course, no one could have more love than I when it comes to Matt. . ." she went into a little bit of a daze.

"Wait a minute," Davis pondered, "If I liked Kari to near-obsession, and you like Matt more than me, does that mean you are obsessed with Matt?"

"Yeah - hey!" Jun snapped out of her day dream, while her parents did their best to hide their smirks. Even when Davis doesn't have his memory, they still teased each other. "Well, at least I have the guts to go after my love! You didn't make a move at all!"

"It looks like someone else already made his move," Davis mumbled.

"Huh? Oh, that taller guy that dragged Kari off?" Davis nodded. "Tch! That's her bigger brother! His name's Tai and he's a friend of Matt, who, by the way, is the sexiest singer of all time! Oh, and your friend, too."

//I'm not even sure what a friend is,// Davis felt a pain for some unknown reason. Maybe having friends hurts. "How many friends did I have?"

"Good question," Jun counted on her fingers, mumbling a few names. "I've only met about three, but they mentioned a lot of names, so I'm guessing about eight or ten."

"Oh," Davis let the matter drop, but doubts ran threw his mind. //If that's how many friends I have, and just seeing one of them hurt, then that many could really hurt me . . .//

~ End . . . for now ~

A/N: Well, what do you think? I know this is a really old fic and it's almost sad that I waited until now to write the next part, but I did promise ChibiRaye-chan that a part two was going to be made, so here it is! I just hope that it doesn't turn out like most sequels - stupid, a watered- down version of the first one. -_-; That's why I'm doing this in stages, so people can tell me if I'm getting too corny, or OOC, or whatever the case might be. So, please, review and tell me how I'm doing! Please?