OK, I'm back and I've got chapter two just waiting to be read…I know that you may still be mad at me for killing Kouichi but don't worry. I'm going to explain how he died in this chapter. Now then, on with the show
By the way...i don't own Digimon so I'll save you the time and money now in telling you not to sue me.
Chapter Two: Letting Go
Two days later, Kouji stood in the backyard to his mother's house. She had loved having Kouji over after her other son had been killed. All she did was just sit with a friend while trying to understand how her life had been drastically changed.
Kouji stood in front of a tree with a large shovel in his hand. For the past five minutes he had been unearthing the ground so that he would have a large enough hole for his purposes.
An old cigar box lay by his feet and was just waiting to get into that hole. Kouji's dog, Hunter (Authors Note: Hey! I don't know the name of the dog or its gender for that matter) had followed his master along to his mothers house to watch his master bury a box that had no meaning to him. The dog gave a bark and got a warm smile from Kouji. But inside the boy's eyes were sadness.
Kouji picked up the cigar box and opened it up. Inside was Kouichi's D-Tector. Kouji sighed and did his best not to bring up tears. He closed the lid on the box and gently put it in the hole. He stood up and brought the shovel back onto the pile of dirt he had dug up before. The ground gently fell on the box and after a few minutes, it was gone.
"You buried his D-Tector?" cried Takuya over the phone. (Authors Note: Yea, I saw the final episode and saw how their D-Tectors turned back into cell phones but I figured that I would bring them back. But they can't spirit or beast spirit evolve…kinda like a souvenir).
Kouji sighed. He knew that telling Takuya would just get him on his case and that was the last thing he wanted after he had laid his brother to rest.
"Yea, I did," he answered plainly over the phone.
"Oh God, Kouji, why would you do that? Do you think that that's what he would have wanted?" Ever since they had returned from the Digital World, Takuya seemed to have changed for the better. He seemed to have become wiser.
"It's not about what he would have wanted, Takuya! It was the only way I could let him go. I just need to forget about him. I need to forget about Kouichi now and for the rest of my life." He was sitting in the bedroom of his late brother. It was where he would stay whenever he came to visit his mother and brother.
"Kouji, if you do that, you'll be forgetting a lot of important things that have happened in your life," Takuya warned. "Ask yourself: What would Kouichi do?"
"Go to hell," cried Kouji. "Your brother's still alive so when he dies, you just call me and tell me if you feel the same!"
Kouji slammed the phone down and hoped that the dial tone would sting Takuya's ear.
It was now an hour later and Kouji still hadn't left the room. He was staring at the desk that was in the room. A large leather chair sat in front of the desk. Kouichi had never allowed his brother to sit in it because he said that if he did it would ruin his way of thinking. Kouichi had called that chair his 'thinking chair'. Kouji wasn't sure if he would sell it or not.
"What would you do?" he asked the chair.
He stood up and sat on the bed when there was a knock at the door. He hoped that it wouldn't be his mother because right now he didn't feel like seeing her cry and he certainly didn't want to cry either. There was another knock.
"Come in," invited Kouji. He stood up from the bed and glared at the door as the doorknob turned to the right. With a gentle effort it was pushed open and revealed Izumi Orimoto. She had grown into an attractive young lady and it was no secret that she and Kouichi were attracted to one another. She walked into the room and smiled at Kouji as she closed the door.
"May I speak with you, Kouji?" she asked in a small calm voice.
Kouji was in no mood to talk and was just about to show her to the door.
"Actually, Izumi, I—"
But she had already begun to speak.
"You know," she began moving towards the thinking chair, "Kouichi and I would talk to each other whenever one of us needed to." She sat down in the chair much to Kouji's surprise. She gave a shrug. "I guess I'm just used to having someone's ear."
Kouji gave a small smile but it vanished as quickly as it came up.
"What's on your mind?"
"I think that right now," she said eyeing Kouji, "There are two Kouji's inside of you. One wants to move on but the other doesn't want to let go."
Kouji snorted.
"Sigmund Freud, you're not."
She took no offence to what he said.
"Do you remember when you first met Kouichi?"
Kouji gave a small nod.
"I had just purified him and he was unconscious. Takuya, Bokomon and Neemon were with me and-,"
"No, I mean when you first met Kouichi and you know when I mean."
Kouji didn't want to remember his brother as a digimon who wanted to kill them all.
"Yea I do."
Izumi nodded.
"At that point in our lives, we knew each other. We liked each other, we trusted each other," her smile faded. "But when we met Duskmon we didn't think there was anyone who could save us."
Kouji clearly remembered their first engagement in battle with the legendary warrior of darkness.
"I wasn't sure anyone could," he said plainly.
The smile returned to the blonde haired girl.
"When a man is convinced that he's going to die tomorrow, he'll probably find a way to make it happen. The only one who can make you one again, is you, Kouji."
His eyes got thinner. He knew that Izumi wasn't a psychologist and that she had no intention to be one.
"I'll do the best I can."
Izumi nodded but Kouji knew that she had more to say.
"You're gonna have to do something you don't want: You'll have to let go of Kouichi."
Kouji could feel his blood boil and he did his best to control his temper.
"Maybe you haven't heard," he growled as he approached the chair. "I buried his D-Tector today."
Izumi shook her head.
"You buried the legendary warrior of darkness. Not Kouichi." She stood up from the chair. In her mind she couldn't believe she was doing this. Her crush had been killed by gang members because he wouldn't give them his wallet. None of them had ever been caught though tips were still coming in. "Kouichi is still with us, in this room," she said in her same tone, "In this room. If he had died it would have been easier; but he didn't."
Her throat was now becoming dry but she had to get her point through.
"They took him from us," she explained, "A piece at a time."
She gave a warm smile.
"Did he ever tell you why we were so close?"
Kouji gave a smile of interest.
"No, why?"
"Oh," said Izumi in almost a whisper. "Well, our relationship, it was beyond friendship. Beyond family. And I will let him go. And you must do the same…there can only be one you."
"It's not the same," explained Kouji in a sad voice. "This was his life, he basically wrote a book on how to live a good life just by living it."
Izumi raised an eyebrow.
"If the book is what Kouichi lived by…then it's time to throw that book away." Her voice now became serious yet still calm. "You must let him go, Minamoto."
Kouji was surprised. She had never called him or any of the others by their last names ever.
"It's the only way to win," explained Izumi, "The only way to save him." She pointed to the desk. "And that is now your chair, Kouji."
She turned to the door and exited without saying goodbye. Kouji slowly moved towards the chair and sat down. It felt just right under him. He stayed there until he worked up the courage to call Takuya back and apologize. Instead he got Shinya who told him that Takuya had left because he was in a bad mood and wanted to be alone.
Kouji rushed out of the room and hollered to his mother that he was going out.
(Well, that's it! I was kinda surprised that I wrote all that…anyway please R&R!)
Shadow Avenger
By the way...i don't own Digimon so I'll save you the time and money now in telling you not to sue me.
Chapter Two: Letting Go
Two days later, Kouji stood in the backyard to his mother's house. She had loved having Kouji over after her other son had been killed. All she did was just sit with a friend while trying to understand how her life had been drastically changed.
Kouji stood in front of a tree with a large shovel in his hand. For the past five minutes he had been unearthing the ground so that he would have a large enough hole for his purposes.
An old cigar box lay by his feet and was just waiting to get into that hole. Kouji's dog, Hunter (Authors Note: Hey! I don't know the name of the dog or its gender for that matter) had followed his master along to his mothers house to watch his master bury a box that had no meaning to him. The dog gave a bark and got a warm smile from Kouji. But inside the boy's eyes were sadness.
Kouji picked up the cigar box and opened it up. Inside was Kouichi's D-Tector. Kouji sighed and did his best not to bring up tears. He closed the lid on the box and gently put it in the hole. He stood up and brought the shovel back onto the pile of dirt he had dug up before. The ground gently fell on the box and after a few minutes, it was gone.
"You buried his D-Tector?" cried Takuya over the phone. (Authors Note: Yea, I saw the final episode and saw how their D-Tectors turned back into cell phones but I figured that I would bring them back. But they can't spirit or beast spirit evolve…kinda like a souvenir).
Kouji sighed. He knew that telling Takuya would just get him on his case and that was the last thing he wanted after he had laid his brother to rest.
"Yea, I did," he answered plainly over the phone.
"Oh God, Kouji, why would you do that? Do you think that that's what he would have wanted?" Ever since they had returned from the Digital World, Takuya seemed to have changed for the better. He seemed to have become wiser.
"It's not about what he would have wanted, Takuya! It was the only way I could let him go. I just need to forget about him. I need to forget about Kouichi now and for the rest of my life." He was sitting in the bedroom of his late brother. It was where he would stay whenever he came to visit his mother and brother.
"Kouji, if you do that, you'll be forgetting a lot of important things that have happened in your life," Takuya warned. "Ask yourself: What would Kouichi do?"
"Go to hell," cried Kouji. "Your brother's still alive so when he dies, you just call me and tell me if you feel the same!"
Kouji slammed the phone down and hoped that the dial tone would sting Takuya's ear.
It was now an hour later and Kouji still hadn't left the room. He was staring at the desk that was in the room. A large leather chair sat in front of the desk. Kouichi had never allowed his brother to sit in it because he said that if he did it would ruin his way of thinking. Kouichi had called that chair his 'thinking chair'. Kouji wasn't sure if he would sell it or not.
"What would you do?" he asked the chair.
He stood up and sat on the bed when there was a knock at the door. He hoped that it wouldn't be his mother because right now he didn't feel like seeing her cry and he certainly didn't want to cry either. There was another knock.
"Come in," invited Kouji. He stood up from the bed and glared at the door as the doorknob turned to the right. With a gentle effort it was pushed open and revealed Izumi Orimoto. She had grown into an attractive young lady and it was no secret that she and Kouichi were attracted to one another. She walked into the room and smiled at Kouji as she closed the door.
"May I speak with you, Kouji?" she asked in a small calm voice.
Kouji was in no mood to talk and was just about to show her to the door.
"Actually, Izumi, I—"
But she had already begun to speak.
"You know," she began moving towards the thinking chair, "Kouichi and I would talk to each other whenever one of us needed to." She sat down in the chair much to Kouji's surprise. She gave a shrug. "I guess I'm just used to having someone's ear."
Kouji gave a small smile but it vanished as quickly as it came up.
"What's on your mind?"
"I think that right now," she said eyeing Kouji, "There are two Kouji's inside of you. One wants to move on but the other doesn't want to let go."
Kouji snorted.
"Sigmund Freud, you're not."
She took no offence to what he said.
"Do you remember when you first met Kouichi?"
Kouji gave a small nod.
"I had just purified him and he was unconscious. Takuya, Bokomon and Neemon were with me and-,"
"No, I mean when you first met Kouichi and you know when I mean."
Kouji didn't want to remember his brother as a digimon who wanted to kill them all.
"Yea I do."
Izumi nodded.
"At that point in our lives, we knew each other. We liked each other, we trusted each other," her smile faded. "But when we met Duskmon we didn't think there was anyone who could save us."
Kouji clearly remembered their first engagement in battle with the legendary warrior of darkness.
"I wasn't sure anyone could," he said plainly.
The smile returned to the blonde haired girl.
"When a man is convinced that he's going to die tomorrow, he'll probably find a way to make it happen. The only one who can make you one again, is you, Kouji."
His eyes got thinner. He knew that Izumi wasn't a psychologist and that she had no intention to be one.
"I'll do the best I can."
Izumi nodded but Kouji knew that she had more to say.
"You're gonna have to do something you don't want: You'll have to let go of Kouichi."
Kouji could feel his blood boil and he did his best to control his temper.
"Maybe you haven't heard," he growled as he approached the chair. "I buried his D-Tector today."
Izumi shook her head.
"You buried the legendary warrior of darkness. Not Kouichi." She stood up from the chair. In her mind she couldn't believe she was doing this. Her crush had been killed by gang members because he wouldn't give them his wallet. None of them had ever been caught though tips were still coming in. "Kouichi is still with us, in this room," she said in her same tone, "In this room. If he had died it would have been easier; but he didn't."
Her throat was now becoming dry but she had to get her point through.
"They took him from us," she explained, "A piece at a time."
She gave a warm smile.
"Did he ever tell you why we were so close?"
Kouji gave a smile of interest.
"No, why?"
"Oh," said Izumi in almost a whisper. "Well, our relationship, it was beyond friendship. Beyond family. And I will let him go. And you must do the same…there can only be one you."
"It's not the same," explained Kouji in a sad voice. "This was his life, he basically wrote a book on how to live a good life just by living it."
Izumi raised an eyebrow.
"If the book is what Kouichi lived by…then it's time to throw that book away." Her voice now became serious yet still calm. "You must let him go, Minamoto."
Kouji was surprised. She had never called him or any of the others by their last names ever.
"It's the only way to win," explained Izumi, "The only way to save him." She pointed to the desk. "And that is now your chair, Kouji."
She turned to the door and exited without saying goodbye. Kouji slowly moved towards the chair and sat down. It felt just right under him. He stayed there until he worked up the courage to call Takuya back and apologize. Instead he got Shinya who told him that Takuya had left because he was in a bad mood and wanted to be alone.
Kouji rushed out of the room and hollered to his mother that he was going out.
(Well, that's it! I was kinda surprised that I wrote all that…anyway please R&R!)
Shadow Avenger