Well it appears that I was able to churn out a small second chapter. Now before I begin this chapter, there's a few things I would like to clarify that I should have noted in my last chapter.
First of all, since this is an angst/drama story, there will be no focus on romance or any romantic involvements. The main focal point is Davis and his interactions with others, as well as the array of complex thoughts and emotions he might go through.
My second note kind of ties in with the first. Davis will not be winning Kari over at the end, otherwise I would have said that this is a full Daikari, which it isn't. I'm a Takari-oriented author, so Daikari is something that does not sit well with me.
Basically, I just wanted to dive into Davis' life and show the world what was going on through his eyes using my personal ideas, including the TK/Kari relationship. However, if there are Daikari or anti-Takari readers who might be reading this, I'm not really going to stress on the Takari, so there's no need for flames or anger. I'll try to create a non-hostile environment! Gomen! ^_^;;
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, but if the people who do own it are reading this, as unlikely as it may transpire, I have only one thing to say to you: You magnificent bastards, I salute you!
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...I opened my eyes, only to see white...nothing but white. I looked all around...still more white space. Was I dead? Is this what death is like? I walked forward...at least I thought it was forward...still nothing. I continued on for what I believed to be approximately five minutes, then I heard a faint whisper in the air. It was indiscernible at the time, but it got louder as I kept going, so I knew I was doing something right for once...I hope.
After a little while longer walking to who knows where, an odd silhouette appeared in the distance. I couldn't identify what or who it was at first, but as I closed in, it became eerily familiar. It was definitely not a human's shape...no. There were horns, spikes, and wings. It had to be a digimon. From the shadows, I could also see that it was carrying a colossal sword, which was also recognizable in design. The figure was now close enough for me to differentiate colour. Primarily he was white, with golden highlights on his body. There was only one digimon I could recall who fit the description flawlessly...ImperialDramon Paladin Mode.
I remembered him from about four and a half years ago. Diablomon had somehow revived himself and came back stronger than ever before as the massive Armagemon. He escaped from the internet to plague the real world. Things looked lost when not even Omnimon could quell the beast, but I couldn't just give up. Thankfully me and Ken arrived with our partners fully digivolved to ImperialDramon Fighter Mode. The battle proved to much for our shared digimon as well, but miraculously, Omnimon loaned us his immense power in the form of a sword. When ImperialDramon firmly grasped the sword with both of his hands, a new hope was born. He became the ultimate warrior of the side of light, and vanquished the vile monster, thus saving both worlds.
I smiled for once in a long time, at least I was good for something at one point...but then my thoughts drifted back on the "perfect couple", TK and Kari. They always had the strongest digimon, so I'm sure that Seraphimon and Magnadramon could have defeated the threat with little to no effort. My smile quickly faded off my face. The great, white digimon walked towards me with big strides. When he got within a few yards of me, he knelt down so I did not have to strain my neck as far to look up. He looked at me for a silent moment - just stared as if he was trying to examine me. I didn't know what to do, so I just stared back. Finally, he ended the silence by speaking in his majestic, dual voice.
"Daisuke Motimiya." He simply said.
"Yes?" I said back.
"Where are your goggles?" He asked. Where were my goggles? That was a weird question to ask. My goggles were the least of my concern at the moment. I wasn't going to stand there like an idiot, so I quickly spoke up.
"Umm...I haven't worn them in two months. They're on my nightstand at home." I answered. Indeed they were. On the morning after the party when I was about to put them on like I normally do each day. That day I just inspected them.
~*~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~*~
Those two months ago I just stared at them and myself. The feelings of inadequacy were taunting me as I gazed at my bedroom mirror. I looked upon nothing special - my face. Never before had I felt such disappointment.
"Such a simple thing." I said to myself quietly, as not to wake up my digimon partner. "What is it, really? It's just two concave lenses bound by hard plastic and an elastic strap. One simple, little accessory in my hand brands me as how others view me. These damned goggles are why this misery is upon me. If I never wore these, maybe Kari wouldn't have thought of me as a carbon copy of Tai"
I was tempted to smash them on my dresser right then and there, but I didn't. Perhaps it was because they were of huge sentimental value to Tai, or perhaps there was something to them that made me feel special - like a true leader. I don't know. I was confused as much as I was angry, so I just put them back on the dresser. I couldn't bear to put them on...
~*~*~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~*~*~
...and I never could ever since. After snapping back to reality I posed a question to the giant warrior.
"Why would you ask about something so trivial as my goggles?" I inquired. "Why are they of any importance?" Silence followed. He just continued to glare at me. Why did I ask those two questions? I should be asking about what's happening.
"Well could you tell me as to where I am, or how I got here?" I tried again. The mega smirked.
"It would appear that you wish to be in a world without goggles." He finally said. Huh? A world without goggles? He was either being very profound, or he just wasn't making any sense.
"I don't quite follow." I stated. "What are you trying to say?"
"You are the child who brought together Courage, Friendship, and Miracles." Said the digimon. "Yet you wish to be cast into a lonely, fearful, and hopeless world that has given up - a world without goggles. This perplexes me greatly."
"You're not making this any easier for me to understand." I said in a slightly peeved tone. "Now how do I get back home?"
"I shall send you on your way." He responded. "You shall be sent to your desired location."
That was the most straightforward thing he said so far, and even then it sounded like there was something more to this unpleasant little affair. He raised his majestic blade high and the void became dark. As my surroundings dimmed, I faintly heard the paladin speak.
"I hope you find wherever it is you belong..."
What did he mean by that? There are so many unanswered questions overflowing in my head.
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When my vision came back to me, I was facedown on the street. My head ached, so I closed my eyes tightly because of the pain. I lifted myself up from the ground and stood up. The surroundings didn't sound like the usual sounds I'm accustomed to hearing in my neighbourhood, so I slowly opened my eyes. As my sight started coming into focus, I came to realize what was going on. I stood there, stupefied at the scene. What had happened? How long have I been gone?
Around me was a world that looked similar to mine that had been ravaged by darkness and destruction. The sky was so dark, it appeared that it would be able to absorb and engulf any source of light. Across the cityscape, which I believe is the one I call my home, buildings had collapsed, while others lay in ruin and fire. It went on like this for as far as I could see. The area was eerily silent and devoid of any life. A chilling wind howled ominously across the street I was standing in.
Wait a minute! My home! I turned to face my apartment complex...which was now a large mound of debris. I shook my head in disbelief. My family...my friends...where were they all? Were they alright? Again was I bombarded with scores of questions just yearning to be answered...but where to have them satisfied? As I began walking towards what was left of my building, I uttered the biggest question on my mind.
"Just where did he send me...?"
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To be continued...
Yes I know...short. I've probably pissed a few of you off who I know want more. Well my quantity of writing is suffering because of university, which proves to be boring and hardly challenging at the present time.
Why ImperialDramon Paladin Mode, you ask? The criteria for a guardian angel of sorts for Davis was trickier than, oh let's say for the sake of example, Angewomon for Kari. Well, since he's a part of the Veemon evolutionary line from the anime (fortunately and coincidentally the final level) and was the closest thing to looking like an angel, he got conscripted!
As always, review and share your thoughts.