AN: This story's kinda confusing. It jumps between past and present a lot.
If you know that ~stuff inbetween these~ are thoughts, it kinda helps a
little. Oh and, the OOCness has a reason, just let the story unfold.
Unfortunately, there are no 02 kids in here, just the 01s (sorry Ken-chan,
Dai-kun). And of course, I don't own digimon. BUT, I do own goggles. And
Ken-chan and Kou-chan. ::Pulls out a black D-3:: Stingmon! Xveemon! Jogress
shinka! ::Paildramon pops out:: Any questions? Didn't think so...
Ahem, and now the fic...
"Come on, we're losing him!"
"The internal bleeding's bad, doctor."
"Get a crash cart ready, we're going in." The heart rate on the monitor slowed to a halt.
"We're losing him!"
"Crash cart code blue!"
"Clear!" They pressed the cold paddles against the boy's chest, sending the electric shock through him.
"No response."
"Do it again!"
"Clear!"
******
~What is this place?~ There were faces, so many faces, but I couldn't make them out after awhile. I couldn't even make out the pain anymore. It was so intense...then it was gone. ~It's a bad thing when you can't feel the pain anymore, isn't it? It is, isn't it? Can't I go back? Can't I do it again? Maybe this would have never happened. Not if we all hadn't had that fight...~
I don't know who started it. I couldn't remember if you drilled me a thousand times. I just know that in the history of the world, eight friends had never fought so bitterly before. That I icould/i tell you. My stomach churned just thinking about it. ~I'm going to die, aren't I? Figures. And it's all because of that stupid fight...~
******
"'Nii-chan?"
"Hai, Hikari?"
"Don't you think you should talk to Takeru?"
"Why? Besides, aren't you mad at him anyway?"
"Yeah, but I don't like seeing siblings fight..."
"Hey, it was Takeru's choice to say it, not mine."
"How can you be so cold? Yamato-san's your friend!"
"And Takeru is yours! Just lay off!" Growling, he marched into his room. He then slammed the door shut behind him. Hikari sunk into the sofa and sighed.
"This sucks."
******
Koushiro had been looking for a new computer part in the nearby shop. Scanning over the pieces, he debated over two. "Now do I need this one or this one?" Muttering to himself, he hardly noticed the person that came up behind him.
"Hey, Koushiro." Glancing over his shoulder, he grumbled,
"Hi sempai." Taken aback by the younger boy's tone, he continued to speak.
"Nostanio? Something really seems to be botherin-"
"Something is bothering me, so why don't you leave me alone?"
"Koushiro, wha-"
"I'm glad the group thinks I'm a good-for-nothing, and that my so- called friends don't even bother to stick up for me!"
"Koushiro, I didn't want to add any more fuel to the fire, everyone was already..."
"Well, you did add fuel to the fire, my fire, and I don't want to speak to you or any of the others ever again! So much for finally having friends..." Without taking the part he needed, Koushiro stomped out of the store, deep in an anger Jyou had never seen before. Turning his eyes to the ground, he scolded himself.
"Way to go, Jyou, you just lost another friend."
******
There was a knock on the Tachikawa apartment door. Mimi looked through the peephole, groaned, then opened the door. Before she could even get out the "Yes?" that was on the tip of her tongue, a huge box was thrown at her feet.
"There's your stuff, I want mine back, now."
"Fine, I already have it ready." Mimi practically threw the large box at the girl's feet.
"Well, then, that settles that."
"Guess so."
"Good-bye, Mimi."
"Good-bye, Sora. It seems I'm the lucky one being as I don't have to see any of your faces for the rest of my life." Closing the door in her face, Mimi looked down at the things in the cardboard box as tears began to fill her eyes. "Oh well! Good riddence to bad rubbish!" Kicking the box with velocity, crap scattered all over the floor, and Mimi just stood there staring at it.
******
"Yamato, aren't you supposed to be leaving now?"
"I'm not going." A voice called from the back room.
"Why not? You and Takeru have been planni-"
"I said I'm not going, so just back off!"
"Now you listen young man, don't yo-"
"No, you listen!" The door flung open and Yamato yelled in fury, "If my brother is ungrateful to have me, and he doesn't care about me, then I don't need him anyway! We're not even supposed to isee/i each other, let alone spend time together. SO THERE." Slamming the door so hard the apartment walls shook, Mr. Ishida watched as one of the picture frames flew off the table near Yamato's bedroom. Walking over and stooping down to pick it up, he winced as he accidentally grabbed a piece of glass.
"Damnit..." Dropping the frame, he rushed to the sink to get the glass out of his cut. The broken picture of Takeru and Yamato laid askew on the floor, with tiny glass fragments surrounding it...
******
~How could we all have been so stupid?~ I pondered this for awhile. ~The eight chosen ones, the ones chosen to save the world, got in such a bitter fight over...what?~ Racking my brain, I could find no answer. ~Heh, some heroes we are...and now I'm paying the ultimate price. Fitting, huh?~
******
This carried on for two weeks. Rancor and bantering were prominent when any of the chosen met. Mix and match, any way you please, none of the chosen ones were speaking to each other. None of them. "Okasa, could you pass the rice?"
"But it's right next to Hikari..."
"But I asked you to pass it to me."
"If he has to be childish, then let him be." As she slammed the rice down next to him, she muttered, "I hope you choke on it."
"Same to you." He grumbled, as he slapped a large serving onto his plate. Their parents exchanged glances, and Mr. Yagami inquired,
"Kids, is there something you'd like to talk about?"
"Nothing." They both chimed, then glared at each other. The rest of the dinner was carried out in silence.
******
Jyou was casually taking a stroll down the street, when he passed Mimi doing the same. They both exchanged glares, and carried on their seperate ways. As Jyou continued to enjoy the nice summer day, he accidentally bumped into Takeru. "Gomen nasai."
"Iiei, daijoubu, sempai." Glancing the other way, Takeru proceeded to walk on. Jyou stopped, then decided he wasn't in the mood to go for a walk anymore. He just wanted to go home.
******
As Mimi stomped off to her apartment, now in a bad mood, she saw Yamato grumbling to himself with his hands in his pockets. "Well, if it isn't the pretty boy."
"If it isn't the spoiled brat." Mimi shrugged it off and continued walking. "That's right, go home and sulk. Maybe Ka-chan and To-chan will buy you something else that you don't already own. If such a thing actually exists."
"Well, go run off and go play the blues on your stupid harmonica because you're just jealous I have more money than you."
"I could never be jealous of an ugly-princess-pest like you." Fuming so much her face turned red, on that note, Mimi ran up the stairs as far away as she could from Yamato. Resuming growling, Yamato continued to go for his walk. That is, until he noticed a familiar blonde coming his way. A smaller figured, familiar blonde, that had stopped dead in his tracks.
"Yamato."
"Takeru."
"I don't have time for you."
"Of course not, I was never worth your time. You're too good for me because you got to live with Okasa."
"I never brought our parents into it..."
"But that's it, isn't it? Isn't it?!"
"I never said I was too good for you, I just said I never needed you!"
"Same difference!"
"Well, what does it matter to you anyway?! You were never there when I needed you, so why do you care?"
"Why you little-!" In a moment of pure anger, Yamato pushed the smaller boy towards the street, not realizing there was a truck heading right for him...
******
I couldn't believe I had fought with my brother...I couldn't believe that we had gotten in such a petty, petty fight. We both said things we didn't mean! Why did I have to pay for it now?! Oh well, it was better me than him. I couldn't bear the thought of him being hurt...no matter what is said between us, we still have the bond that makes us brothers, we still have the blood bond that no one could break...and that's why once I saw that truck, I pushed Takeru out of the way. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I hadn't...
******
"Yamato! Yamato! Hang on!!!" Takeru cried, as he pulled out his cell phone. "Hai, Takaishi Takeru desu. I have someone here that's been hit by a truck and he's barely conscious..." Listening intently, he began to answer the questions, "Hai. There's a bit of blood coming from his mouth. It hit him head on. Hai. Hai. Please hurry, he's fading fast...Yamato! Don't you die on me! Kami-sama, I'm so sorry for what I said...I didn't mean a word of it! Not a single word was true! It wasn't, I swear!" Tears streaming down his cheeks, he rocked his older brother a bit. "I'm so sorry..."
******
I knew he didn't mean it! Takeru doesn't have a mean bone in his body. Then again, niether do the others...what was wrong with us?! This was nothing like how we usually behaived. How had we let things get so far? And because things had escalated, I was...
******
"We're not getting a pulse!"
******
~No! I can't die! Not now!~
******
"Hang on kid, your parents are on the way..."
******
~Ka-chan, To-chan! I don't wanna leave them!~
******
"There's still no pulse!"
******
~And what about my Otouto?! What would Takeru say if I gave up now?!~
******
"Doctor, he stopped breathing!"
******
~No!~
******
"Keep working!"
******
~It can't end like this!~
******
"Doctor, we've done all we can..."
******
~Kami-sama, I can't die!!!~
******
"Alright, call it."
"Time of death, 5:06 P.M."
******
~NO! I'm still here! Doesn't anybody hear me?! I can't die!!! I CAN'T!!! I'm so scared, I'm so scared...Takeru, minna, gomen nasai...~ I felt very light-headed and I knew I didn't want to be in my body any longer... ~I don't wanna die...I don't want to die...SOMEONE HELP ME!!!~ And at that moment, I saw it. There was a strange glimmer of light...
Ahem, and now the fic...
"Come on, we're losing him!"
"The internal bleeding's bad, doctor."
"Get a crash cart ready, we're going in." The heart rate on the monitor slowed to a halt.
"We're losing him!"
"Crash cart code blue!"
"Clear!" They pressed the cold paddles against the boy's chest, sending the electric shock through him.
"No response."
"Do it again!"
"Clear!"
******
~What is this place?~ There were faces, so many faces, but I couldn't make them out after awhile. I couldn't even make out the pain anymore. It was so intense...then it was gone. ~It's a bad thing when you can't feel the pain anymore, isn't it? It is, isn't it? Can't I go back? Can't I do it again? Maybe this would have never happened. Not if we all hadn't had that fight...~
I don't know who started it. I couldn't remember if you drilled me a thousand times. I just know that in the history of the world, eight friends had never fought so bitterly before. That I icould/i tell you. My stomach churned just thinking about it. ~I'm going to die, aren't I? Figures. And it's all because of that stupid fight...~
******
"'Nii-chan?"
"Hai, Hikari?"
"Don't you think you should talk to Takeru?"
"Why? Besides, aren't you mad at him anyway?"
"Yeah, but I don't like seeing siblings fight..."
"Hey, it was Takeru's choice to say it, not mine."
"How can you be so cold? Yamato-san's your friend!"
"And Takeru is yours! Just lay off!" Growling, he marched into his room. He then slammed the door shut behind him. Hikari sunk into the sofa and sighed.
"This sucks."
******
Koushiro had been looking for a new computer part in the nearby shop. Scanning over the pieces, he debated over two. "Now do I need this one or this one?" Muttering to himself, he hardly noticed the person that came up behind him.
"Hey, Koushiro." Glancing over his shoulder, he grumbled,
"Hi sempai." Taken aback by the younger boy's tone, he continued to speak.
"Nostanio? Something really seems to be botherin-"
"Something is bothering me, so why don't you leave me alone?"
"Koushiro, wha-"
"I'm glad the group thinks I'm a good-for-nothing, and that my so- called friends don't even bother to stick up for me!"
"Koushiro, I didn't want to add any more fuel to the fire, everyone was already..."
"Well, you did add fuel to the fire, my fire, and I don't want to speak to you or any of the others ever again! So much for finally having friends..." Without taking the part he needed, Koushiro stomped out of the store, deep in an anger Jyou had never seen before. Turning his eyes to the ground, he scolded himself.
"Way to go, Jyou, you just lost another friend."
******
There was a knock on the Tachikawa apartment door. Mimi looked through the peephole, groaned, then opened the door. Before she could even get out the "Yes?" that was on the tip of her tongue, a huge box was thrown at her feet.
"There's your stuff, I want mine back, now."
"Fine, I already have it ready." Mimi practically threw the large box at the girl's feet.
"Well, then, that settles that."
"Guess so."
"Good-bye, Mimi."
"Good-bye, Sora. It seems I'm the lucky one being as I don't have to see any of your faces for the rest of my life." Closing the door in her face, Mimi looked down at the things in the cardboard box as tears began to fill her eyes. "Oh well! Good riddence to bad rubbish!" Kicking the box with velocity, crap scattered all over the floor, and Mimi just stood there staring at it.
******
"Yamato, aren't you supposed to be leaving now?"
"I'm not going." A voice called from the back room.
"Why not? You and Takeru have been planni-"
"I said I'm not going, so just back off!"
"Now you listen young man, don't yo-"
"No, you listen!" The door flung open and Yamato yelled in fury, "If my brother is ungrateful to have me, and he doesn't care about me, then I don't need him anyway! We're not even supposed to isee/i each other, let alone spend time together. SO THERE." Slamming the door so hard the apartment walls shook, Mr. Ishida watched as one of the picture frames flew off the table near Yamato's bedroom. Walking over and stooping down to pick it up, he winced as he accidentally grabbed a piece of glass.
"Damnit..." Dropping the frame, he rushed to the sink to get the glass out of his cut. The broken picture of Takeru and Yamato laid askew on the floor, with tiny glass fragments surrounding it...
******
~How could we all have been so stupid?~ I pondered this for awhile. ~The eight chosen ones, the ones chosen to save the world, got in such a bitter fight over...what?~ Racking my brain, I could find no answer. ~Heh, some heroes we are...and now I'm paying the ultimate price. Fitting, huh?~
******
This carried on for two weeks. Rancor and bantering were prominent when any of the chosen met. Mix and match, any way you please, none of the chosen ones were speaking to each other. None of them. "Okasa, could you pass the rice?"
"But it's right next to Hikari..."
"But I asked you to pass it to me."
"If he has to be childish, then let him be." As she slammed the rice down next to him, she muttered, "I hope you choke on it."
"Same to you." He grumbled, as he slapped a large serving onto his plate. Their parents exchanged glances, and Mr. Yagami inquired,
"Kids, is there something you'd like to talk about?"
"Nothing." They both chimed, then glared at each other. The rest of the dinner was carried out in silence.
******
Jyou was casually taking a stroll down the street, when he passed Mimi doing the same. They both exchanged glares, and carried on their seperate ways. As Jyou continued to enjoy the nice summer day, he accidentally bumped into Takeru. "Gomen nasai."
"Iiei, daijoubu, sempai." Glancing the other way, Takeru proceeded to walk on. Jyou stopped, then decided he wasn't in the mood to go for a walk anymore. He just wanted to go home.
******
As Mimi stomped off to her apartment, now in a bad mood, she saw Yamato grumbling to himself with his hands in his pockets. "Well, if it isn't the pretty boy."
"If it isn't the spoiled brat." Mimi shrugged it off and continued walking. "That's right, go home and sulk. Maybe Ka-chan and To-chan will buy you something else that you don't already own. If such a thing actually exists."
"Well, go run off and go play the blues on your stupid harmonica because you're just jealous I have more money than you."
"I could never be jealous of an ugly-princess-pest like you." Fuming so much her face turned red, on that note, Mimi ran up the stairs as far away as she could from Yamato. Resuming growling, Yamato continued to go for his walk. That is, until he noticed a familiar blonde coming his way. A smaller figured, familiar blonde, that had stopped dead in his tracks.
"Yamato."
"Takeru."
"I don't have time for you."
"Of course not, I was never worth your time. You're too good for me because you got to live with Okasa."
"I never brought our parents into it..."
"But that's it, isn't it? Isn't it?!"
"I never said I was too good for you, I just said I never needed you!"
"Same difference!"
"Well, what does it matter to you anyway?! You were never there when I needed you, so why do you care?"
"Why you little-!" In a moment of pure anger, Yamato pushed the smaller boy towards the street, not realizing there was a truck heading right for him...
******
I couldn't believe I had fought with my brother...I couldn't believe that we had gotten in such a petty, petty fight. We both said things we didn't mean! Why did I have to pay for it now?! Oh well, it was better me than him. I couldn't bear the thought of him being hurt...no matter what is said between us, we still have the bond that makes us brothers, we still have the blood bond that no one could break...and that's why once I saw that truck, I pushed Takeru out of the way. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I hadn't...
******
"Yamato! Yamato! Hang on!!!" Takeru cried, as he pulled out his cell phone. "Hai, Takaishi Takeru desu. I have someone here that's been hit by a truck and he's barely conscious..." Listening intently, he began to answer the questions, "Hai. There's a bit of blood coming from his mouth. It hit him head on. Hai. Hai. Please hurry, he's fading fast...Yamato! Don't you die on me! Kami-sama, I'm so sorry for what I said...I didn't mean a word of it! Not a single word was true! It wasn't, I swear!" Tears streaming down his cheeks, he rocked his older brother a bit. "I'm so sorry..."
******
I knew he didn't mean it! Takeru doesn't have a mean bone in his body. Then again, niether do the others...what was wrong with us?! This was nothing like how we usually behaived. How had we let things get so far? And because things had escalated, I was...
******
"We're not getting a pulse!"
******
~No! I can't die! Not now!~
******
"Hang on kid, your parents are on the way..."
******
~Ka-chan, To-chan! I don't wanna leave them!~
******
"There's still no pulse!"
******
~And what about my Otouto?! What would Takeru say if I gave up now?!~
******
"Doctor, he stopped breathing!"
******
~No!~
******
"Keep working!"
******
~It can't end like this!~
******
"Doctor, we've done all we can..."
******
~Kami-sama, I can't die!!!~
******
"Alright, call it."
"Time of death, 5:06 P.M."
******
~NO! I'm still here! Doesn't anybody hear me?! I can't die!!! I CAN'T!!! I'm so scared, I'm so scared...Takeru, minna, gomen nasai...~ I felt very light-headed and I knew I didn't want to be in my body any longer... ~I don't wanna die...I don't want to die...SOMEONE HELP ME!!!~ And at that moment, I saw it. There was a strange glimmer of light...