This is from 3rd person omniscient. Strangely enough I feel as though there's not enough Dai-chan in this.
Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I'm not making any profit whatsoever off this. Please do not sue me .
Authors Note: Riparian not wyperrian. What no one could tell me Geez
Dedication: Like you had to look. Melissa Ford as always.
Fate Isn't A River Daisuke
by: Yamato Magna
Chapter Seven: Riparian Integrity
Daisuke turned the knob, definitely not expecting the surprise he was about to receive. Jun Motomiya in all her glory stood at the door with her hands beside her. Her faced showed and emotion that he had never seen expressed towards him. Concern.
"Jun." He said letting her name hang in the air.
"Daisuke sit down we need to talk." She said making it quite clear that this was not an option but a manadtory statemet. Daisuke wasn't about to argue. Something told him that Jun's intentions were good this time. Or maybe it was just Chibimon who was still inside his bag, nudging him ever so gently.
"All right." He said.
Jun motioned to a chair and Daisuke sat quite obediently in it. Jun sat directly across the table. " Jun ?" He asked meaning to continue probing but unable to find the correct words.
"Daisuke." She said, using her best and most recently acquired tact. "How long have you been my brother?"
"Since I was born." He said smoothly.
"And you have played soccer for how long?"
"Since as far back as I can remember."
"Your shoe size is?"
"6 1/2."
"And Chibimon has been your partner since?" She smiled knowing she had trapped his brother.
"Since I first went to the Digi-World eep!" Daisuke gasped.
He tried to run and leave the table but Jun was already at his side holding him down. "Daisuke calm down." She pushed down on his shoulders a little harder until he stopped fighting, then took a seat closer to Daisuke and the door.
"Listen Daisuke." She paused and then fished something out of her pocket. It was small, white, rectangular. Daisuke nearly blanched at the thought of it. But he didn't move, his bravado forced him to remain seated and to face up to whatever Jun had in store for him. "I didn't open it." She said calmly sliding it over to him. "Daisuke you need to tell me what's wrong. You've been acting strange the last little while."
Ha like you actually care. Was what he wanted to say but all he could manage to get out was. "Jun, what makes you say that?" Jun stared abashed.
"Is that what you really think of me Dais?" She said, sounding hurt. It almost sounded real to Daisuke. Almost. "I didn't know that you thought of me like that." Jun said, about to go to tears, then sobered, remembering that this conversation wasn't about her. It was about Daisuke.
"Hey that was sneaky. Don't try and change the subject." Jun scolded, then lauded, "Listen I know we don't always get along Dai." She looked her younger sibling in the eyes, hoping the message would strike him down. "I may be your sister, but I love you Daisuke." She pleaded with the seemingly more arrogant redhead across the table.
She sighed and decided it would be best top revert to plan B. "All right you leave me with no choice." She said reaching in to her pocket to pull something out. Chibimon's ears perked up almost immediately. Her hands withdrew the golden wrapper as Daisuke's backpack let loose the flurry of the small blue dragon, -namely Chibimon- whom raced out of the bag and into Jun's awaiting hand.
"So are you going to tell me or, will we let Mr.Twix do the talking." Daisuke gave her a look that could turn Dæmon to stone. Then he sighed, seeing as he had lost this battle as well.
"All right." He said sighing. This was not going to be good.
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"Hmm oh yes you can move along Daisuke I already know that part." She shocked her sibling. "I just want to know…"… "Do you love him?"
"What who are you talking about?" Daisuke feigned innocence.
"I've spoken with Chibimon Dais. There's nothing he wouldn't say for the right amount of food. Nothing."
"I…" Dai began. When it became clear to her that he wasn't going to continue she laughed and embraced him like it was the end of the world.
"Oh Daisuke." She ardently sighed. "We're much more alike then you know." With that and a slight grin on her face she ran a hand through a tress of Daisuke's hair, giggled then sauntered into her room, without more then a the sound of the chime of the hall clock.
Daisuke could hardly believe what had just transpired here. In fact if someone else had told him he surely would of never believed it. He had shown her the letter. He had shown her the letter. He had handed over to her the parchment which had consumed his soul for the past epoch.
And what did she do. "She smiled and laughed." He said aloud, startling the blue mon who was still looking hungry after swallowing three times his body weight in one sitting.
"I…" Dai stared down at the letter then he turned his gaze upon Chibimon and what he represented to him. The Digimon of the Digi-World. He couldn't let them be slaves. He then looked down at the blue D-3 which had made it's way into it's owners hands. It represented the Digi-World it's self; it also represented his friends and more importantly Ken. It's not their fault. I have no right to be mad at them. The are doing the right thing. I have to support them At the same time I love Ken, the enemy. But neither one seems more important then the other. Daisuke's friendship with the other and his love with Ken was equally balanced. Then he looked toward the door which held his sister. I have no right to be mad at her either. It isn't her fault I'm such a spoiled brat.
And then it was if a piece of the ice and a piece of the fire had merged. No one was over the other. The bravado melted away and the annoyance burned up and became water. Water. He was not yet complete but perhaps this would be the beginnings of a trickle in his river. His true nature was starting to come out. His honesty.
He opened the letter deciding that whatever it contained, he would always fight with his friends love Ken and his sister. Nothing would change that. He was tired of his fire being caught up in the ice. He needed peace he need tranquillity. He need his flow.
Chibimon told me that fate isn't a river. Daisuke sighed as he let his mind drift back to that day.
"Fate isn't a river Daisuke. It's more like this. Fate is an empty piece of paper. You are the crayon the pen the pencil. You can do whatever you want on that page. You can draw write paint whatever. You can try to erase but you can never really do that. The people you meet are the colours you draw in along the way. Just think how boring life would be without colour. Dai." He looked up at me. "It time to colour with the golden crayon." He paused for a moment. "The golden crayon of happiness."
It was corny, it was stupid, it didn't even make much sense but, he was right. Absolutely right. He picked up his partner and gave the blue furball a scratch. "Thanks Chibimon. I think you mon get wiser each time you come back." Daisuke chuckled, and Chibimon just stared like he had no idea what he was talking about.
He looked down at the letter. He was foolish to blame all of this on a letter. His epiphany was resolute. With a grin he did what he dreaded doing for so long. He picked up the letter and slowly but surely he opened it. Removing the fine vellum he stared at the fancy ink scrawl, and began to read.
"Dearest Dai-chan,