A World of Pain (Part 2)
~ Continued ~
By Starbo
A/N: Wow, two reviews! ^_^ I'm happy. Well, here it is, another part of another part. lol. Oh, I need to know, do you have any ideas for this fic? I've got the general idea, as you can see, but I'm struggling. So, help me out, please?
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
The first thing that the Motomiya family did was go home to unpack all of the items that they bought that day and to call the doctor. They were in luck, for their family doctor was free to see them in the next hour. Davis was unsure about everything that was happening, but Jun reassured him that it was alright. Somehow, just her words made him clam down, as if she had a mystical power about her. Maybe that's what sisters are for.
At the doctor's, Davis was examined very witch way. The nurse first checked him over with a "normal routine" and then the doctor came, kind and nice. He kept on taking about times when Davis came for check ups and acted like he wasn't afraid of the needle, but every time, right before it touched his skin, Davis would run screaming out of the door. Davis, not remembering any of this, felt indifference to this man and was almost ready to run out like he supposedly did when he was a little kid.
In the end, the doctor told them that Davis was perfectly healthy and the best thing to do was to treat him as they had done in the past, but be patient, for amnesia can cause someone to be overly frustrated and therefore seem scared or sad, have fits and irrational mood swings. They thanked him a dozen of times and then ushered Davis home to begin his life again.
On the way home, his father had a great idea . . . or so he thought. He suggested that Davis should call up everyone in his address book and let them know he's alive. When the mother protested, saying that this had been a long day already and nearing seven, the father explained that he didn't have to *meet* them, just *call* them. So, Davis called everyone.
His other family, people with the titles of aunt, uncle, cousin, and grandparents, were thrilled, shocked, and weeping. They all said that he had to come to them to have a visit, that they had so much catching up to do, even if he was only gone for a week. Davis had to explain to them that he didn't remember anything and most of the time had Jun grab the phone from his hand, say some excuse, and hang up. Though, at one point, he snapped.
"I can't do it!" he shouted, slamming the phone down in mid-dial. Getting up to leave, he felt to hands on his shoulder stop him in a halfway standing position. "Jun, let go! I just can't do it anymore!"
"Davis, you need to calm down!" she half-shouted, but lowered her voice for the next part. "It's okay, Davis. They're just friends and family!"
"No, they're not!" Davis pushed his sister's arms off of him. But, instead of running away, he stayed and glared her in the eye. "They're just people! I don't know them; I don't remember them! I can't take anymore of these strangers crying at the sound of my voice - like I matter to them!"
"But you do," Jun looked half-stunned. "You may not remember them, but they remember you. Davis . . . am I a stranger?"
Davis, taken back by her look of uncertainty, looked to the side and mumbled, "I don't know . . ."
He moved passed her and went to the room that they claimed was his, after a frantic explanation from Jun how they didn't touch any of his things. Closing the door, he felt a certain relief, as if being alone took the weight of the world off of him. He sat on the bed, closing his eyes against the feelings that were bubbling up in him. He couldn't tell what it was, not being able to remember the name for this - if there was a name. It choked at the back of his throat, the back of his eyes burned, and felt this icy thing in the middle of his chest.
//Guardian,// he thought depressingly. //Were these the people I was suppose to be with? They know me, but so do you and all of the those people I called today. Maybe I made a mistake. . .//
And at the moment, the father came into the room. He seemed not to be mad, but there was a coldness about him, as if he had his mind elsewhere.
"Hey, Son," he took the chair from the desk and sat down. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Davis didn't answer, just looked down.
"Come on, Davis. I know something's bothering you. If it's calling everyone, I'll finish up the rest of them. They're just other family members."
"Really?" he asked, looking up a little.
"Yeah," the father gave a small smile, though there wasn't a whole lot of affection in it. "Don't worry about it. You just relax and we'll call you out for dinner."
"Okay. Thank you."
And so the father left. Once again, Davis was alone. However, he didn't feel any better. The feeling was still there, almost cutting off his lungs. A few small convolutions and water came linking through his eye balls. Davis sat the edge of the bed, head bent, and sobbed and cry in the silence of the room. . . .
"DAVIS!!" a little voice piped. "Oh, Davis, I'm so happy to see you! I couldn't believe you were gone! I just - I knew - Hey, why are you crying?"
Davis looked up and found a blue and white creature with big black eyes. He sniffled and wiped his eyes, while asking, "Who are you?"
"Davis, don't be silly. Of course you remember me!" the thing giggled.
"Please, no more 'I-should-remembers,'" Davis curled up on his bed, and backed into the corner, bringing his knees up to his chest to hug them. "I just want to be left alone."
"But, Davis," Chibimon looked hurt. "I'm your digital partner. I'm Chibimon."
He looked once more at the blue creature still on the ground and shaking questioned, "Digital partner . . .?"
"Yeah, digital partner, as in I'm a digimon and you're my human partner." Something told Chibimon to go slow and explain everything. "We protect the Digital World from evil."
"The Digital World? Like where the Guardian lives?"
"You've met the Guardian?" Chibimon hopped onto the bed, staying near the edge as to not alarm Davis.
"Yeah . . . He's . . . He's the first thing I remember," Davis was kind of shocked at how honest he was being with Chibimon. He didn't even tell the mother or the father or Jun about the Guardian. Then again, he really didn't have a moment to tell them.
"Wow," Chibimon's eyes was wide-eyed. "That is so cool! What was he like?"
" . . . Kind."
A moment of silence passed between them, and then Chibimon spoke again, "Hey, Davis. Even if you don't remember me right now, are we still pals?"
Davis nodded.
~ End of Part Two of Part Two ~
For the Reviewers:
None of your Buisness,
Nice name. ^^^ lol. Thank you for your review. I know I shouldn't get discouraged, but if I get a lot of reviews, then it's saying that people like my work (unless their flaming me). And then that makes me feel like I should write more. In any case, I think I'm proud enough of this work that I won't be bothered if I don't get many reviews. ^_^
Oh, and your question . . . It's a Daiyako. I'm writing the second the part to A World of Pain for ChibiRaye-chan and she wanted Davis and Yolie together, so there they are. However, I'm going to have fun along the way! ;-) . . . Or am going to try, if my brain can come up with any ideas! *bangs head on table to help jog brain . . . * Ow . . . . Help me.
Digi Bonds,
Okay, out of your request, I shall update at least once a week! Hmmm, a good update day will be Thursday. Yep. Every Thursday, I should have a new part up! =) Oh, but there might a few times where that won't happen. Just to warn you now, I don't even know what I'm wearing tomorrow, so my life may throw me something unexpected one day and I'll need to put the fic aside. I'll do my best to update on time, though! Thank you for your review. ^^^
By Starbo
A/N: Wow, two reviews! ^_^ I'm happy. Well, here it is, another part of another part. lol. Oh, I need to know, do you have any ideas for this fic? I've got the general idea, as you can see, but I'm struggling. So, help me out, please?
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
The first thing that the Motomiya family did was go home to unpack all of the items that they bought that day and to call the doctor. They were in luck, for their family doctor was free to see them in the next hour. Davis was unsure about everything that was happening, but Jun reassured him that it was alright. Somehow, just her words made him clam down, as if she had a mystical power about her. Maybe that's what sisters are for.
At the doctor's, Davis was examined very witch way. The nurse first checked him over with a "normal routine" and then the doctor came, kind and nice. He kept on taking about times when Davis came for check ups and acted like he wasn't afraid of the needle, but every time, right before it touched his skin, Davis would run screaming out of the door. Davis, not remembering any of this, felt indifference to this man and was almost ready to run out like he supposedly did when he was a little kid.
In the end, the doctor told them that Davis was perfectly healthy and the best thing to do was to treat him as they had done in the past, but be patient, for amnesia can cause someone to be overly frustrated and therefore seem scared or sad, have fits and irrational mood swings. They thanked him a dozen of times and then ushered Davis home to begin his life again.
On the way home, his father had a great idea . . . or so he thought. He suggested that Davis should call up everyone in his address book and let them know he's alive. When the mother protested, saying that this had been a long day already and nearing seven, the father explained that he didn't have to *meet* them, just *call* them. So, Davis called everyone.
His other family, people with the titles of aunt, uncle, cousin, and grandparents, were thrilled, shocked, and weeping. They all said that he had to come to them to have a visit, that they had so much catching up to do, even if he was only gone for a week. Davis had to explain to them that he didn't remember anything and most of the time had Jun grab the phone from his hand, say some excuse, and hang up. Though, at one point, he snapped.
"I can't do it!" he shouted, slamming the phone down in mid-dial. Getting up to leave, he felt to hands on his shoulder stop him in a halfway standing position. "Jun, let go! I just can't do it anymore!"
"Davis, you need to calm down!" she half-shouted, but lowered her voice for the next part. "It's okay, Davis. They're just friends and family!"
"No, they're not!" Davis pushed his sister's arms off of him. But, instead of running away, he stayed and glared her in the eye. "They're just people! I don't know them; I don't remember them! I can't take anymore of these strangers crying at the sound of my voice - like I matter to them!"
"But you do," Jun looked half-stunned. "You may not remember them, but they remember you. Davis . . . am I a stranger?"
Davis, taken back by her look of uncertainty, looked to the side and mumbled, "I don't know . . ."
He moved passed her and went to the room that they claimed was his, after a frantic explanation from Jun how they didn't touch any of his things. Closing the door, he felt a certain relief, as if being alone took the weight of the world off of him. He sat on the bed, closing his eyes against the feelings that were bubbling up in him. He couldn't tell what it was, not being able to remember the name for this - if there was a name. It choked at the back of his throat, the back of his eyes burned, and felt this icy thing in the middle of his chest.
//Guardian,// he thought depressingly. //Were these the people I was suppose to be with? They know me, but so do you and all of the those people I called today. Maybe I made a mistake. . .//
And at the moment, the father came into the room. He seemed not to be mad, but there was a coldness about him, as if he had his mind elsewhere.
"Hey, Son," he took the chair from the desk and sat down. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Davis didn't answer, just looked down.
"Come on, Davis. I know something's bothering you. If it's calling everyone, I'll finish up the rest of them. They're just other family members."
"Really?" he asked, looking up a little.
"Yeah," the father gave a small smile, though there wasn't a whole lot of affection in it. "Don't worry about it. You just relax and we'll call you out for dinner."
"Okay. Thank you."
And so the father left. Once again, Davis was alone. However, he didn't feel any better. The feeling was still there, almost cutting off his lungs. A few small convolutions and water came linking through his eye balls. Davis sat the edge of the bed, head bent, and sobbed and cry in the silence of the room. . . .
"DAVIS!!" a little voice piped. "Oh, Davis, I'm so happy to see you! I couldn't believe you were gone! I just - I knew - Hey, why are you crying?"
Davis looked up and found a blue and white creature with big black eyes. He sniffled and wiped his eyes, while asking, "Who are you?"
"Davis, don't be silly. Of course you remember me!" the thing giggled.
"Please, no more 'I-should-remembers,'" Davis curled up on his bed, and backed into the corner, bringing his knees up to his chest to hug them. "I just want to be left alone."
"But, Davis," Chibimon looked hurt. "I'm your digital partner. I'm Chibimon."
He looked once more at the blue creature still on the ground and shaking questioned, "Digital partner . . .?"
"Yeah, digital partner, as in I'm a digimon and you're my human partner." Something told Chibimon to go slow and explain everything. "We protect the Digital World from evil."
"The Digital World? Like where the Guardian lives?"
"You've met the Guardian?" Chibimon hopped onto the bed, staying near the edge as to not alarm Davis.
"Yeah . . . He's . . . He's the first thing I remember," Davis was kind of shocked at how honest he was being with Chibimon. He didn't even tell the mother or the father or Jun about the Guardian. Then again, he really didn't have a moment to tell them.
"Wow," Chibimon's eyes was wide-eyed. "That is so cool! What was he like?"
" . . . Kind."
A moment of silence passed between them, and then Chibimon spoke again, "Hey, Davis. Even if you don't remember me right now, are we still pals?"
Davis nodded.
~ End of Part Two of Part Two ~
For the Reviewers:
None of your Buisness,
Nice name. ^^^ lol. Thank you for your review. I know I shouldn't get discouraged, but if I get a lot of reviews, then it's saying that people like my work (unless their flaming me). And then that makes me feel like I should write more. In any case, I think I'm proud enough of this work that I won't be bothered if I don't get many reviews. ^_^
Oh, and your question . . . It's a Daiyako. I'm writing the second the part to A World of Pain for ChibiRaye-chan and she wanted Davis and Yolie together, so there they are. However, I'm going to have fun along the way! ;-) . . . Or am going to try, if my brain can come up with any ideas! *bangs head on table to help jog brain . . . * Ow . . . . Help me.
Digi Bonds,
Okay, out of your request, I shall update at least once a week! Hmmm, a good update day will be Thursday. Yep. Every Thursday, I should have a new part up! =) Oh, but there might a few times where that won't happen. Just to warn you now, I don't even know what I'm wearing tomorrow, so my life may throw me something unexpected one day and I'll need to put the fic aside. I'll do my best to update on time, though! Thank you for your review. ^^^
