A World of Pain

~ Still Continuing ~

By Starbo

Disclaimer: Alright. If you've read THIS far, then you MUST know by now that I'm not making money off of this and I don't own Digimon!

A/N: Well, here I am with another part of the second part of A World of Pain. I'm sorry I missed the last update, but things got in my way, and yeah, I got lazy. Sorry folks. Please, forgive me?

"The boy was always strange," a man said, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed.

"That boy," the woman on the other side of the bed nearly snapped, "is your son."

"Ah," in a heavy tone the man mumbled. He slipped underneath the covers to lay parallel to his wife. Staring at the ceiling, he questioned, "What son of mine hides a world from his father and then appears after a week of death?"

"The kind that loves you," the woman answered without hesitation. "Davis hid those things from us so we wouldn't worry, but he never hid his love for us. . . . You know, it wouldn't hurt you to show him a little bit of the love you have for him."

"I don't have -"

"Finish that statement, and you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight," she scold.

The man turned out the light by his bed side and went to sleep without another word.

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The sun rose above the city sky line, tossing soft, golden rays onto the roofs and into the countless windows face east, absorbing light like a thirsty child drinking water. The warmth followed by the brilliant light was kind as a mother's touch and swelling with life. The lazy minds awoke gently, smiling, to the new day.

"Hey, Guardian," Davis mumbled before he opened his eyes and realized that he was still in the room that the other human's left him in the night before. For some reason, the warm sun light reminded him of the Guardian of the Digital World, how his place was so full of life. . . .

With a sigh, Davis heaved himself from the bed. Chibimon was rolled off Davis's head and tumbling down the pillow, only to squint at the sun, find the blanket, and dive into it's toasty-warm cotton-ness. Davis stood by his window, looking out onto the glittering city. He guessed it looked pretty - he couldn't see how the humans would live in anything they didn't think wasn't pretty.

//I don't think myself to be human?// Davis caught himself, pondering. //I know that I am . . . but, still, it was the Guardian who made me - or put me back together - one of the two. If the Guardian is suppose to make the Digimon, like Chibimon says, then am I part Digimon because I was built by the Guardian? . . . . I wish he was here. He seems to be the only one with answers . . .//

"Davis?" his sister's voice drifted threw his door. "Sleeping still?"

"No," Davis answered and opened the door for her. She was still in her pjs and it looked like she just got out of the shower with her natural spikes dipping a little bit in moisture. "What is it, Jun?"

"It's eating time, that's what!" she grinned. "C'mon, Mom made cereal and milk!"

In the kitchen, the mother had done more than set out cold cereal and milk. She had made some waffles, bacon and eggs, with a smile of a new flower that blossomed in the Spring's sun. Jun herself was surprised and when she questioned about her mother's motives, the mother simply replied that she wanted to give everyone a good start this morning.

"Oh, Davis, I made some for your friend," the mother beamed at him. "Um, what's his name again? Chi . . . Chi . . ."

"Chibimon," Davis finished her stumbling. "How did you know about him?"

"Oh, right, Chibimon," she kept smiling. "Jun told me that she went to check up on you last night and saw him with you. I hope Chibimon likes scrambled eggs."

"Good morning, everyone!" the father came down the half-way hall in casual dress, which was differently shocking to Davis. The only thing he had seen the father in was a business suit and something told Davis that he hardly ever got out of it. "Mmm, something sure smells good!"

"Good morning, Honey!" the mother went and gave a kiss to the father on his cheek. "I hope you're hungry."

It was very happy and joyous, Davis realized. The sun was naturally warming up the kitchen and the family was giving off its own warmth. This was strange to him. After all, breakfast was suppose to be part of the everyday thing, to keep the body healthy, right? What's so special about this time that made everything seem so perfect?

A few sniffing noises came from behind him and he turned to see Chibimon with his eyes still clothes, nose thrust forward as it followed the sent of the food to the kitchen. He stopped at the beginning of the tiled floor and opened his eyes, surprised to find himself where he was.

"Good morning, Chibimon!" the mother said before the digimon could run out of sight. "Are you hungry? I put an extra plate out, just for you."

"Mom, you're going to let that thing eat with us?" Jun scolded in a whisper.

"Why not?" she answered back, still as cheerful, but there was a note in her voice that seemed to stifle anymore of Jun's complaints. "A friend of my son's is always welcomed here."

The father, however, was not pleased with this reasoning.

"No animals at the table," he said in a serious tone.

"Chibimon isn't an animal," Davis defended his new-found-old-friend (Man, isn't that confusing??) "He's a Digimon."

"You want to argue with me?" his father asked in a low threating voice that would usually have Davis backing down.

However, this Davis didn't remember to be wary of that tone, so he simply stated, "You said no an animals at the table. Chibimon isn't an animal, so is it okay for him to be at the table?"

Jun and the mother were both expecting a rant from the father, but instead, he seemed to relax into a small smile. "Yes. Yes, it's alright."

Chibimon - who had been on the boarder line of telling Davis that he'll just go back to the Digital World to get breakfast - he grinned happily and went to sit next to Davis. Of course, they had to use a few old, big books to make him leveled with the table, but once done, the eating began! Their conversation was made up of "Mm"s and "Yum"s and "This is really good!" Even Davis found the pleasurable sounds coming from his mouth.

"Wow, Mom!" Jun exclaimed as she motioned for Davis to follow her lead of cleaning off the table. "That was great! I can't even remember when you've made a breakfast like this."

The mother just smiled and said, "Well, what's on the agenda for today?"

"Good question," Jun winked to Davis. Of course, whatever was implied, flew straight over Davis's head.

"I have a few things from work that need to finish," the father had the business look about him again, even when he was stretched in the chair.

Though there was a disapproving glance from the mother, she sighed, "I have a few things I need to finish from work, though it's not much and shouldn't take more than an hour."

"Mine will take more than an hour," he added. "Possibly until one or two in the afternoon. Jun, what do you have planned?"

"Well, I was thinking that Davis and I could go around town," Jun shrugged. "Just to some old places."

The mother and father nodded in agreement. They both remembered the best thing for Davis was to put in places and with people that he use to know. If he's around them long enough, most likely something will jog his memory.

"Okay!" Jun finished putting the last pan into the dishwasher. "In that case, we've got places to go, things to see! C'mon, Davis."

"What about Chibimon?" Davis asked. Chibimon was sipping on some orange juice through a straw, in a content world of his own.

"Oh, don't worry about him," the mother waved her hand dismissively. "I'm sure he can find something to do or just go back to the Digital World if he got bored enough."

". . .Okay. Thank you, Mrs. Motomiya," Davis smiled small. "See you later, Mr. Motomiya."

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"You know, it wouldn't hurt to call them Mom and Dad," Jun stated matter-of- factly.

"What? Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Motomiya? I just don't . . . I don't know . . ."

"What, Davis? C'mon, you call me. What's so hard about calling them Mom and Dad?"

"They just . . . that is . . . I just can't seem . . . they just don't feel . . . like a mom and a dad . . ."

"Jun!" Kari shouted from down the path of the park. This was the park where all the digi-destine's met for their one year reunion. Once more, Jun took Davis here in hopes of jogging his memory.

Kari and Tai came speed-walking up to them, braking the uncomfortable conversation off for the moment. Davis saw that Kari was as beautiful as she was on the street a day or so ago. In fact, she seemed to be even more beautiful, if that was possible. However, while his heart was filling with awe and these wonderful feelings, there was a part in his soul that was like a black void, and it hurt.

"Hey, you've still got the goggle!" Tai exclaimed. "And here I thought they'd be gone forever!"

Kari rolled her eyes, "Is that all you can say, Big Brother?"

"What, want me to sing him a Broadway musical?" Tai gestured wildly. He then spread his arms so one was straight behind him and the other one pointing towards Davis. In an off-tune, deep-man's voice, Tai sang, "Welcome back, my friend! Glad to have you back again! Tell me, was your trip fu~u~un?"

Kari sighed and pulled out bag of gummy worms that was half done. "It's his fourth one so far today."

"Oh." Was all Jun said. Davis kept taking baby steps backwards, hoping to gain enough distances for head start as he ran in fear of his life and sanity.

"Hey, man!" Tai wrapped his arm about Davis's neck. "You got to tell me where have you been? . . . Hey, what was it like being dead?"

"Tai . . ." Kari warned.

Tai looked at her questioningly, then back at Davis and saw how nervous he was. He looked ready to crawl into a shell and never come out, kind of like Matt was when they first became digi-destines.

"Uh, sorry," Tai removed his arm. "Guess I'm just excited to see you."

"You're not the only one," Davis said lowly, nodding down the path.

Three figures moved slowly over to them, in no hurry, but two of them were waving and the way it was being done, it was easy to tell that they were waving at Davis. The two that were waving had blonde hair and blue eyes and were clearly brothers. The other one though, was sort of the odd ball of the group. He had straight purplish-blue hair, a gray outfit that was a little battered, and this very sad look upon his face.

"Hey, Matt!" Tai waved to his friend.

Davis realized that this was the Matt that his sister had talked about the other day, the one that she was obsessed with. He looked around to see her reaction and realized that Kari had taken her off to check out some artist. She was completely obliviously that Matt was here . . . Maybe it was for the best.

"Hey, TK," Tai finished his greetings. "Who's your friend here?"

"This is Ken," Matt answered. "I found him last night and we just came back from the hospitable to see how he's doing."

"Yeah? What's the disease?"

"Just lack of water and food," Matt shrugged, kind of mumbling it.

"So, what's he doing walking outside and not in a bed?" Tai asked accusingly.

"We missed the bus, alright? The doctor was late, as usual, and it'd be another two hours before the bus we want comes back around. It'd just be easier to walk."

"Let me call my mom," the other boy offered, pulling out his cell phone. "She was going to drive Kari to the mall, anyway. Maybe she'll give you a lift."

"Oh, Ken," TK tapped the silent boy on shoulder. So far all that has come out his mouth was that he didn't know why he was walking and was sorry for being of any trouble. "This is Tai and Davis."

Ken glanced at the two boys across from him. Tai, big hair and cell phone. Big deal. It was the younger boy that caught his eyes. He paled in recognition and his jaw slacked from amazement. His head swarmed and the world seemed to tip upside.

"Owe!" Tai exclaimed for the unconscious boy as he hit the ground. "Guess you should've waited for the bus."

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To the Reviewers:

None of your Buisness,

Thank you very much! Once more, I won't be discouraged if I don't get a lot of reviews. ^^^ And, yeah, I figure there's too many fics with the 'save the world' routine as the center plot. Then again, there just might be too many fanfics - *gasp!* What am I saying!? That's like blasphemy!

Honor,

Okay, now that's a cool name! =) And it's not that Davis is not emotional. He's just unsure on how to express them. I think that most of our reactions are socially taught. Such as claiming something to be yours. When you're a young kid and you haven't been taught - or brain washed - the ways of society, you'll go up and scream, "THAT'S MINE!" When you're an adult, the more common way to handle it would be, "Excuse me, but that's mine. May I have it back?" There are many different example and I could rant on about them forever, but mid-night is coming up on me and I have school, so thank you for the review!

Katmon,

lol. Thank you for the encouragement! And I'm really sorry about missing the deadline. I'll do my best to not miss it again! I hope this chapter and Ken fainting has made up for the wait.