The Saga of Good: Chapter 2
A/N: Hello everyone! I had a few comments in my reviews, so I'll answer them now.
Lilith Tsutomo: To answer your question about where I get all the information on all the episodes, there's this website called: "Digimon Paradijs", that's how they spell it's in dutch, but there's an English version too, look under yahoo, that's the first or second website on their list. They have a great episode guide covering everything except "A Very Digi Christmas" and the "Digimon World Tour" series. I don't own it, but I find it very helpful.
Evil little person: Thanks, it was a great birthday.
Ken's Luver: Thanks for hiring my muses Sam and the Digimon Emperor. Ken will be happy to know that, *Ken smacks me* Itai! (Ouch!) Okay, maybe just Sam, I might need Sam back at the end of this story, if that's okay.
Well, onto the story, and please review.
~*~
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Ken: What do you by the statement that you don't own the website?
heath 999: Easy, I don't own it, but I get all my info from it, Lilith Tsutomo asked, and I answered her question.
Wormmon: So, the cat's out of the bag.
heath 999: Yup, I knew that question would pop up sometime.
Ken: I'm surprised it didn't come up earlier.
heath 999: Me too, but it's over now, and please review.
~*~
I wander down the stairs after the last class in my school.
I already see the results posted from the last test I took, and I see everyone crowded around one of the lists, staring at one of the scores.
I stop in shock as I notice that everyone is staring at my test score.
I don't believe it.
A 36.
I know that I've been distracted ever since I stopped being the Digimon Emperor, but even before this I never failed.
The last time I got a grade like this...
was before Sam died.
I'm changing...
but is it better this way?
~*~
I walk slowly home, walking by the riverbank, the long route from school, trying to delay the inevitable.
My parents say that they don't care what grades I get, but is it true?
Are they happier with me being my normal self, and not the cold-hearted genius that I used to be?
Sometimes, I wonder.
Well, it's no time like the present to test that theory.
"Ken?"
I stop and turn in surprise to see Davis walking up to me, Demiveemon perched on his bag.
Why did he walk all the way from Odaiba?
I look at his face; expecting hatred to radiate from it in such a way that it'll make me reel in shock.
I'm surprised at what I see.
It has sympathy, understanding, something I haven't since who knows when.
I turn towards the water, not knowing how to interpret this.
"Why did you come here?" I ask, trying to not sound harsh, but having that little edge that makes me even wince.
"I want you to meet with the others, y'know, get to know them a bit." Davis says, in a pleading voice.
As the Digimon Emperor, I would've taken advantage of that pleading note, but now, I just shake my head.
"But why?" Davis persists.
"Every time I close my eyes, I see your faces, all of them showing hatred, not pity or anything else. Even you. Every day, I go and get persecuted by the digimon I'm trying to save, I don't want to be persecuted by the Digidestined."
"You're one too, and there are digimon attacking us now, we need your help." Davis persists.
I glare at him, feeling the Digimon Emperor side of me stirring, "I work alone." I say coldly and harshly.
I feel like slapping myself when Davis looks shocked.
Why does this happen to me?
It seems like a never-ending circle.
"Anyway, they'll never forgive me." I finish in a much quieter voice as I turn around and start walking away.
~*~
I sit in my room, in my desk chair in numb disbelief.
I expected angry shouts, me being compared to Sam.
Instead...
They fully understand.
I don't understand.
Why are they being nice?
Maybe we're actually starting to understand each other as family.
I don't fell the pressure anymore to be the genius that I always wanted to be.
I don't feel the pain anymore in the back of my neck.
Most of all...
Ever since I was born, this is the first time my family wants me to be myself.
I smile.
It's good to have a family that loves you and understands you.
"Ken?" Minnomon's soft voice interrupts my thoughts.
I look at him, the only thing in my life it seems that keeps me from going insane again sometimes.
"What is it?" I ask him softly.
"Do you think that we should go into the digital world tonight? You seem exhausted." Minnomon comments, eyeing me with worry.
"Yes, that woman is still on the loose, and I still have to repair the damage that I've done." I say softly, sighing sadly as I wonder if I will ever finish the digiworld back to it's pristine state.
Maybe I should've never known about the digiworld.
~*~
I walk slowly away from the digidestined, feeling their eyes on me.
I know that some forgive me.
But the look in Cody's eyes I will never forget.
Pure hatred.
The same thing I saw every single day when I was the Digimon Emperor.
Until he forgives me, I can't join the others, I want to be accepted.
Even though that's never going to happen.
A sudden beeping from my D-Terminal draws to my attention, and I pull it out and open it to see Yolei sent me a message saying that she's happy that I'm good again and that she hopes that I join sometime soon.
I smile at her and turn to continue my walk deeper into the forest.
Joy bursting in my chest.
Maybe...
maybe I was wrong.
~*~
I look at my creation, the monster thing that was one of my trademarks during my reign as the Digimon Emperor.
It's strange, when I was the Digimon Emperor this thing never bothered me.
Now...
there's a sharp pain in my neck even when I look at it.
I wonder why.
I rest my hand gently on the spire, despite Wormmon's protests, feeling the pain in the back of my neck increase.
I told him it doesn't bother me; I don't want to worry him.
"Why was I chosen? It makes me sick to think about all the past things that I have done." I say sorrowfully.
"I know that it's all my fault, I should've helped you more to prevent this from happening." Wormmon says in such a sad voice that it breaks my heart.
I kneel down, and gently take him in my arms, "you're the one who restored my humanity," I say softly, cradling him, "it's not your fault for my own actions."
I hate myself for putting him through all this, every time I look at him, I remember...
Who I was.
And what I did.
~*~
I sprint along the desert sand.
Everyone's in danger.
And it's my entire fault for making the base in the first place.
I have to sacrifice my crest.
I know that it'll be hard to do so, and it might not help me in the long run.
But I have to do what's good for the Digital World.
~*~
I stop dead in my tracks when I reach there.
The Digidestined are here.
I need to get them out of the way.
If the base explodes...
I want to be the only person who dies in it.
"Davis!" I holler even as Wormmon digivolves to Stingmon to get Ex-Veemon away from the base.
"Ken! Do you have your crest?!" Davis asks anxiously.
"Yes, but all of you are in danger! I'll take care of the base!" I shout, anxiously eyeing the smoke pouring out of the base.
"We're not leaving!" Davis shouts stubbornly.
"I have caused enough damage! You did nothing! I did all the terrible things! I'm the one who has to suffer for them!" I say, looking at my blood- covered hands. "My hands have the blood of thousands of innocent digimon!
I HAVE TO DO THIS ALONE TO MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER!!!!!!"
I shout the words that I've been holding back forever, the emotions that I've been holding back: the pain, the grief...
the loneliness.
To my surprise, Davis hits me.
I stare at him in shock as he starts yell.
"Get this in your head, Ken!!!! YOUR NOT A LONER ANYMORE!!!! As a friend, I stubbornly refuse to lose you! I've offered again and again to join our group! Now, we won't let you die! You're forgiven for your sins as the Digimon Emperor! GET OVER IT!!!" The last words come out in a scream from his mouth.
I stare at him in shock.
I'm forgiven.
That's all I wanted.
Was forgiveness.
And I got it.
I'm forgiven.
I never had friends before.
"I-I-I don't know how to be a friend." I stammer so softly and sadly I don't know if Davis even heard me.
Blinding light covers us.
And to my shock, I feel another heart beating with my own.
It's Davis's.
I feel a warmth and kindness radiating from his heart, even more than mine.
If this is friendship.
I can learn...
I can learn to be friends.
TBC....
~*~
A/N: Please review.
A/N: Hello everyone! I had a few comments in my reviews, so I'll answer them now.
Lilith Tsutomo: To answer your question about where I get all the information on all the episodes, there's this website called: "Digimon Paradijs", that's how they spell it's in dutch, but there's an English version too, look under yahoo, that's the first or second website on their list. They have a great episode guide covering everything except "A Very Digi Christmas" and the "Digimon World Tour" series. I don't own it, but I find it very helpful.
Evil little person: Thanks, it was a great birthday.
Ken's Luver: Thanks for hiring my muses Sam and the Digimon Emperor. Ken will be happy to know that, *Ken smacks me* Itai! (Ouch!) Okay, maybe just Sam, I might need Sam back at the end of this story, if that's okay.
Well, onto the story, and please review.
~*~
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Ken: What do you by the statement that you don't own the website?
heath 999: Easy, I don't own it, but I get all my info from it, Lilith Tsutomo asked, and I answered her question.
Wormmon: So, the cat's out of the bag.
heath 999: Yup, I knew that question would pop up sometime.
Ken: I'm surprised it didn't come up earlier.
heath 999: Me too, but it's over now, and please review.
~*~
I wander down the stairs after the last class in my school.
I already see the results posted from the last test I took, and I see everyone crowded around one of the lists, staring at one of the scores.
I stop in shock as I notice that everyone is staring at my test score.
I don't believe it.
A 36.
I know that I've been distracted ever since I stopped being the Digimon Emperor, but even before this I never failed.
The last time I got a grade like this...
was before Sam died.
I'm changing...
but is it better this way?
~*~
I walk slowly home, walking by the riverbank, the long route from school, trying to delay the inevitable.
My parents say that they don't care what grades I get, but is it true?
Are they happier with me being my normal self, and not the cold-hearted genius that I used to be?
Sometimes, I wonder.
Well, it's no time like the present to test that theory.
"Ken?"
I stop and turn in surprise to see Davis walking up to me, Demiveemon perched on his bag.
Why did he walk all the way from Odaiba?
I look at his face; expecting hatred to radiate from it in such a way that it'll make me reel in shock.
I'm surprised at what I see.
It has sympathy, understanding, something I haven't since who knows when.
I turn towards the water, not knowing how to interpret this.
"Why did you come here?" I ask, trying to not sound harsh, but having that little edge that makes me even wince.
"I want you to meet with the others, y'know, get to know them a bit." Davis says, in a pleading voice.
As the Digimon Emperor, I would've taken advantage of that pleading note, but now, I just shake my head.
"But why?" Davis persists.
"Every time I close my eyes, I see your faces, all of them showing hatred, not pity or anything else. Even you. Every day, I go and get persecuted by the digimon I'm trying to save, I don't want to be persecuted by the Digidestined."
"You're one too, and there are digimon attacking us now, we need your help." Davis persists.
I glare at him, feeling the Digimon Emperor side of me stirring, "I work alone." I say coldly and harshly.
I feel like slapping myself when Davis looks shocked.
Why does this happen to me?
It seems like a never-ending circle.
"Anyway, they'll never forgive me." I finish in a much quieter voice as I turn around and start walking away.
~*~
I sit in my room, in my desk chair in numb disbelief.
I expected angry shouts, me being compared to Sam.
Instead...
They fully understand.
I don't understand.
Why are they being nice?
Maybe we're actually starting to understand each other as family.
I don't fell the pressure anymore to be the genius that I always wanted to be.
I don't feel the pain anymore in the back of my neck.
Most of all...
Ever since I was born, this is the first time my family wants me to be myself.
I smile.
It's good to have a family that loves you and understands you.
"Ken?" Minnomon's soft voice interrupts my thoughts.
I look at him, the only thing in my life it seems that keeps me from going insane again sometimes.
"What is it?" I ask him softly.
"Do you think that we should go into the digital world tonight? You seem exhausted." Minnomon comments, eyeing me with worry.
"Yes, that woman is still on the loose, and I still have to repair the damage that I've done." I say softly, sighing sadly as I wonder if I will ever finish the digiworld back to it's pristine state.
Maybe I should've never known about the digiworld.
~*~
I walk slowly away from the digidestined, feeling their eyes on me.
I know that some forgive me.
But the look in Cody's eyes I will never forget.
Pure hatred.
The same thing I saw every single day when I was the Digimon Emperor.
Until he forgives me, I can't join the others, I want to be accepted.
Even though that's never going to happen.
A sudden beeping from my D-Terminal draws to my attention, and I pull it out and open it to see Yolei sent me a message saying that she's happy that I'm good again and that she hopes that I join sometime soon.
I smile at her and turn to continue my walk deeper into the forest.
Joy bursting in my chest.
Maybe...
maybe I was wrong.
~*~
I look at my creation, the monster thing that was one of my trademarks during my reign as the Digimon Emperor.
It's strange, when I was the Digimon Emperor this thing never bothered me.
Now...
there's a sharp pain in my neck even when I look at it.
I wonder why.
I rest my hand gently on the spire, despite Wormmon's protests, feeling the pain in the back of my neck increase.
I told him it doesn't bother me; I don't want to worry him.
"Why was I chosen? It makes me sick to think about all the past things that I have done." I say sorrowfully.
"I know that it's all my fault, I should've helped you more to prevent this from happening." Wormmon says in such a sad voice that it breaks my heart.
I kneel down, and gently take him in my arms, "you're the one who restored my humanity," I say softly, cradling him, "it's not your fault for my own actions."
I hate myself for putting him through all this, every time I look at him, I remember...
Who I was.
And what I did.
~*~
I sprint along the desert sand.
Everyone's in danger.
And it's my entire fault for making the base in the first place.
I have to sacrifice my crest.
I know that it'll be hard to do so, and it might not help me in the long run.
But I have to do what's good for the Digital World.
~*~
I stop dead in my tracks when I reach there.
The Digidestined are here.
I need to get them out of the way.
If the base explodes...
I want to be the only person who dies in it.
"Davis!" I holler even as Wormmon digivolves to Stingmon to get Ex-Veemon away from the base.
"Ken! Do you have your crest?!" Davis asks anxiously.
"Yes, but all of you are in danger! I'll take care of the base!" I shout, anxiously eyeing the smoke pouring out of the base.
"We're not leaving!" Davis shouts stubbornly.
"I have caused enough damage! You did nothing! I did all the terrible things! I'm the one who has to suffer for them!" I say, looking at my blood- covered hands. "My hands have the blood of thousands of innocent digimon!
I HAVE TO DO THIS ALONE TO MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER!!!!!!"
I shout the words that I've been holding back forever, the emotions that I've been holding back: the pain, the grief...
the loneliness.
To my surprise, Davis hits me.
I stare at him in shock as he starts yell.
"Get this in your head, Ken!!!! YOUR NOT A LONER ANYMORE!!!! As a friend, I stubbornly refuse to lose you! I've offered again and again to join our group! Now, we won't let you die! You're forgiven for your sins as the Digimon Emperor! GET OVER IT!!!" The last words come out in a scream from his mouth.
I stare at him in shock.
I'm forgiven.
That's all I wanted.
Was forgiveness.
And I got it.
I'm forgiven.
I never had friends before.
"I-I-I don't know how to be a friend." I stammer so softly and sadly I don't know if Davis even heard me.
Blinding light covers us.
And to my shock, I feel another heart beating with my own.
It's Davis's.
I feel a warmth and kindness radiating from his heart, even more than mine.
If this is friendship.
I can learn...
I can learn to be friends.
TBC....
~*~
A/N: Please review.