This is my first yaoi fic that will actually have chapters! Yay!! This
chapter is from Tai's POV.
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Goddamn wind. It tries to sweep you off your feet and carry you away into nothingness, into the dreary sky filled with clouds pregnant with rain. The wind pushes me and shoves me this way and that, but I hold my ground, like I always do. The wind, of course, could never actually sweep someone off their feet, unless it was a tornado or something. But it makes it a hell of a lot more difficult to get home.
Home. Hmph. That is something that I don't have. The only thing I call home right now is a cave underground on File Island in the digital world. Yes, the digital world. I think I've been stuck in this crazy place for a good two or three years now, I don't know. I've lost count of the days a long time ago. There wasn't enough room on the wall for any more lines scratched on with a sharp stone. I remember when there still was room on the wall, when I would etch in another day hoping. Hoping that they'll come back for me. That they wouldn't forget me. That they'd realize I was still here in this mysterious world. I even made a bet with myself that I would go home before the space filled up. But no.
It happened on that fateful day when Gennai told us that we had two hours to be with our digimon, before the gate to the digital world closes. I went off with Agumon, and we talked and laughed like everyday. It wasn't like we were never going to see each other again. Right? We were so happy from our victory in the digital world and that everything was finally at peace that we didn't care much what we did, as long as we spent it happy together. Why would you want your last memories of someone to be sad?
But it turned out that evil wasn't at all gone from the digital world. I was walking with Agumon along a path towards the clearing where the trolley car stood. Telling him how I'd never forget him and how much he meant to me. I can still remember it now.
I'd already said good-bye to Agumon, and was about to enter it from the back when it happened. Something came out and grabbed me, and almost immediately knocked me unconscious, pulling me into the bushes. The last thing I saw was the strange vehicle taking off into the air and Mimi's hat flying through the air towards the ground. Then all went black.
I woke up in this strange cave, where this odd digimon had dragged me off. She acted like a fanmon of Piedmon, I think. I might've been some other digimon. She kept saying, "You killed him! You all killed him! He was my love, my only, and now he's gone!"
She tried to attack me, but the power of my digivice easily defeated her. She wasn't very strong. I found my way back to that clearing, but the trolley was gone. I called out, but the only sounds in the night air were the cricketmon in the bushes nearby. It was then I realized I was alone.
They were gone. Just . . . gone.
Gone, caput, end of story. I was stuck here for the rest of eternity.
I mean, Agumon probably thought I'd made it inside the trolley. Same with the other digimon. But what about Matt? Sora? Izzy? Didn't any of them notice I wasn't there? I guess they must've, I mean, I was their leader after all. I kinda figured they wouldn't be able to stop the car, but maybe . . . maybe someone could've jumped off and stayed with me?
I guess I'm feeling selfish, but a few years later, I'm still alone. The cave that that evil digimon dragged me off to is now my home. I found a bed in the middle of nowhere (hey, it's the digital world, what do you expect? Weird things happen. But it was probably left by one of us when he or she got off it when Devimon scattered us) and dragged it to my cave, and even made a few candles from beeswax and some string. I also keep a fire going all day and all night, except in the summer, unless it rains. In the summer I sleep in the hammock I wove together one week when I was especially bored. In the winter I practically isolate myself from the outside, staying inside all the time.
I even found some things I like to do. I've never rock-climbed before, and when I tried to scale a cliff once, it turned out to be pretty fun. I keep fit, of course. I could never think of myself as being fat. An overweight Taichi? That would be way too weird.
I grew out of my old khaki shorts and blue tee shirt about a year and a half ago, but I hunted around for any sign of intelligent life, and found a very friendly half-human half-cat digimon who had three small digi- children. I offered to help her watch them, if she would help me out a bit. So I played with them and babysat them so she could have time with her digi-husband, and she sewed me some clothes that'll last me for a long while, for all seasons. A few shirts, a sweater, shorts, pants, socks, and then things like a hat, mittens, scarf, a warmer version of the sweater to act as a coat. She even made me a pair of swim trunks and gave me one of her spare towels and blankets, and a pair of shoes her husband outgrew. I was ever so grateful. I'll have to find Kimamon again sometime. I owe her, a lot.
But after that mostly I just explored the digital world. I hike around and go to different islands in Whalemon or by swimming, if it's close enough. And at night I look up at the stars, wondering.
After all these years, I still can't believe what has happened. I miss my family - my mom, my dad, and Kari. I miss Sora, Izzy, and TK and Mimi and Joe and Matt. Especially Matt. We went through so much together and learned so much about each other. I wonder if he still remembers me. I wonder if any of them remember me. What if they went back to the real world and their memories were erased? What would happen to me then?
I miss a whole lot of things besides the people I care about, though. Like soccer. I tried kicking a stone in and out of between two tress once, but it wasn't the same. I miss music. And food I recognize. And TV, and my room and taking proper showers and school. Yes, even school. Taichi Kamiya has officially gone mad.
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep missing my old life. Sometimes it's just sniffling, and sometimes it's howling with heart-wrenching agony, screaming with all my internal pain. I've even attempted to commit suicide, but when I drift off into that dark bliss of unconsciousness, I always come back somehow. Always. Maybe humans weren't able to die in the digital world. Where would they go? When digimon die, their data disintegrates, but it gets reconfigured and they are reborn in primary village. I shudder at the thought of finding myself in an egg after I jump backwards off a cliff. I get hurt, yes, but I've never died. Sometimes, that fact really sucks.
If I were at home, would I be in high school? Would I have a job? Would Matt and I still be friends? I am now sitting here on the edge of the cliff by my cave and staring into the digi-ocean, thinking all about the things that could've been.
I think I've sat here for a good two hours at least. "Ow, my butt hurts," I said to no one as I got up and stretched. Rubbing my back, I stalked back over to the ruins on File Island, where I would be sleeping on the floor tonight. I spent the entire day today walking around in the labyrinth looking at the ancient inscriptions in the walls, but I never got lost. Not anymore, anyway. I've been here too many times to get lost and I have the entire layout of the building practically memorized. A useful tool when you're running away from insane digimon that want you for their lunch. I had paused when I got to the part about how the leader would be the carrier of the crest of courage.
I smiled at the memories recalled from long ago as I walked. I soon came to the crumbling temple and slumped up against a wall. I didn't notice the flash of red light to my right as my eyes slid shut, and I fell back into that dream world that I often end up in. I dreamed that Matt came to rescue me, finally, and that it was a happy and joyous occasion. Then the dream changed. Matt started telling me about how much he loved me, and how he had for a long time. Then I felt the words coming out of my mouth, too. I told him I loved him. Dream-Matt came close to me and kissed me, and Dream-Me liked it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer. I moaned at the extra contact it resulted in, and it seemed like the moment would last forever . . .
But then it was broken off. I had a rude awakening. Someone was haking me roughly by my shoulders.
"What the fuck . . ." I mumbled. "I'll talk to you in the morning, Centauro . . ." I yawned. ". . . Centauromon."
But the arms continued to shake me, making the back of my head bang against the stone pillar of the temple, HARD.
"OW!" I cried, and opened my eyes to see who my attacker was. It was a tall someone. But it was a person, not a digimon. My eyes were still bleary with sleep, so I asked, "Who the hell are you?"
Silence. Then a small voice came from the figure.
"Tai . . .?"
I rubbed my eyes to get a better view of the person. Well, it was a guy. A tall, blonde-haired guy with what looked like a green school uniform on. As my vision became clearer, I realized that this someone looked familiar.
Like someone I knew long ago.
Like someone that I cared about long ago.
Like a certain blue-eyed, blonde-haired, wonderful someone who I really cared about long ago and still think about everyday. I blinked.
"Matt?"
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There it is! Hope you liked it. If you're wondering, I accept flames . . . but don't be too harsh! ^_^ Please Review! Thx!
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Goddamn wind. It tries to sweep you off your feet and carry you away into nothingness, into the dreary sky filled with clouds pregnant with rain. The wind pushes me and shoves me this way and that, but I hold my ground, like I always do. The wind, of course, could never actually sweep someone off their feet, unless it was a tornado or something. But it makes it a hell of a lot more difficult to get home.
Home. Hmph. That is something that I don't have. The only thing I call home right now is a cave underground on File Island in the digital world. Yes, the digital world. I think I've been stuck in this crazy place for a good two or three years now, I don't know. I've lost count of the days a long time ago. There wasn't enough room on the wall for any more lines scratched on with a sharp stone. I remember when there still was room on the wall, when I would etch in another day hoping. Hoping that they'll come back for me. That they wouldn't forget me. That they'd realize I was still here in this mysterious world. I even made a bet with myself that I would go home before the space filled up. But no.
It happened on that fateful day when Gennai told us that we had two hours to be with our digimon, before the gate to the digital world closes. I went off with Agumon, and we talked and laughed like everyday. It wasn't like we were never going to see each other again. Right? We were so happy from our victory in the digital world and that everything was finally at peace that we didn't care much what we did, as long as we spent it happy together. Why would you want your last memories of someone to be sad?
But it turned out that evil wasn't at all gone from the digital world. I was walking with Agumon along a path towards the clearing where the trolley car stood. Telling him how I'd never forget him and how much he meant to me. I can still remember it now.
I'd already said good-bye to Agumon, and was about to enter it from the back when it happened. Something came out and grabbed me, and almost immediately knocked me unconscious, pulling me into the bushes. The last thing I saw was the strange vehicle taking off into the air and Mimi's hat flying through the air towards the ground. Then all went black.
I woke up in this strange cave, where this odd digimon had dragged me off. She acted like a fanmon of Piedmon, I think. I might've been some other digimon. She kept saying, "You killed him! You all killed him! He was my love, my only, and now he's gone!"
She tried to attack me, but the power of my digivice easily defeated her. She wasn't very strong. I found my way back to that clearing, but the trolley was gone. I called out, but the only sounds in the night air were the cricketmon in the bushes nearby. It was then I realized I was alone.
They were gone. Just . . . gone.
Gone, caput, end of story. I was stuck here for the rest of eternity.
I mean, Agumon probably thought I'd made it inside the trolley. Same with the other digimon. But what about Matt? Sora? Izzy? Didn't any of them notice I wasn't there? I guess they must've, I mean, I was their leader after all. I kinda figured they wouldn't be able to stop the car, but maybe . . . maybe someone could've jumped off and stayed with me?
I guess I'm feeling selfish, but a few years later, I'm still alone. The cave that that evil digimon dragged me off to is now my home. I found a bed in the middle of nowhere (hey, it's the digital world, what do you expect? Weird things happen. But it was probably left by one of us when he or she got off it when Devimon scattered us) and dragged it to my cave, and even made a few candles from beeswax and some string. I also keep a fire going all day and all night, except in the summer, unless it rains. In the summer I sleep in the hammock I wove together one week when I was especially bored. In the winter I practically isolate myself from the outside, staying inside all the time.
I even found some things I like to do. I've never rock-climbed before, and when I tried to scale a cliff once, it turned out to be pretty fun. I keep fit, of course. I could never think of myself as being fat. An overweight Taichi? That would be way too weird.
I grew out of my old khaki shorts and blue tee shirt about a year and a half ago, but I hunted around for any sign of intelligent life, and found a very friendly half-human half-cat digimon who had three small digi- children. I offered to help her watch them, if she would help me out a bit. So I played with them and babysat them so she could have time with her digi-husband, and she sewed me some clothes that'll last me for a long while, for all seasons. A few shirts, a sweater, shorts, pants, socks, and then things like a hat, mittens, scarf, a warmer version of the sweater to act as a coat. She even made me a pair of swim trunks and gave me one of her spare towels and blankets, and a pair of shoes her husband outgrew. I was ever so grateful. I'll have to find Kimamon again sometime. I owe her, a lot.
But after that mostly I just explored the digital world. I hike around and go to different islands in Whalemon or by swimming, if it's close enough. And at night I look up at the stars, wondering.
After all these years, I still can't believe what has happened. I miss my family - my mom, my dad, and Kari. I miss Sora, Izzy, and TK and Mimi and Joe and Matt. Especially Matt. We went through so much together and learned so much about each other. I wonder if he still remembers me. I wonder if any of them remember me. What if they went back to the real world and their memories were erased? What would happen to me then?
I miss a whole lot of things besides the people I care about, though. Like soccer. I tried kicking a stone in and out of between two tress once, but it wasn't the same. I miss music. And food I recognize. And TV, and my room and taking proper showers and school. Yes, even school. Taichi Kamiya has officially gone mad.
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep missing my old life. Sometimes it's just sniffling, and sometimes it's howling with heart-wrenching agony, screaming with all my internal pain. I've even attempted to commit suicide, but when I drift off into that dark bliss of unconsciousness, I always come back somehow. Always. Maybe humans weren't able to die in the digital world. Where would they go? When digimon die, their data disintegrates, but it gets reconfigured and they are reborn in primary village. I shudder at the thought of finding myself in an egg after I jump backwards off a cliff. I get hurt, yes, but I've never died. Sometimes, that fact really sucks.
If I were at home, would I be in high school? Would I have a job? Would Matt and I still be friends? I am now sitting here on the edge of the cliff by my cave and staring into the digi-ocean, thinking all about the things that could've been.
I think I've sat here for a good two hours at least. "Ow, my butt hurts," I said to no one as I got up and stretched. Rubbing my back, I stalked back over to the ruins on File Island, where I would be sleeping on the floor tonight. I spent the entire day today walking around in the labyrinth looking at the ancient inscriptions in the walls, but I never got lost. Not anymore, anyway. I've been here too many times to get lost and I have the entire layout of the building practically memorized. A useful tool when you're running away from insane digimon that want you for their lunch. I had paused when I got to the part about how the leader would be the carrier of the crest of courage.
I smiled at the memories recalled from long ago as I walked. I soon came to the crumbling temple and slumped up against a wall. I didn't notice the flash of red light to my right as my eyes slid shut, and I fell back into that dream world that I often end up in. I dreamed that Matt came to rescue me, finally, and that it was a happy and joyous occasion. Then the dream changed. Matt started telling me about how much he loved me, and how he had for a long time. Then I felt the words coming out of my mouth, too. I told him I loved him. Dream-Matt came close to me and kissed me, and Dream-Me liked it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer. I moaned at the extra contact it resulted in, and it seemed like the moment would last forever . . .
But then it was broken off. I had a rude awakening. Someone was haking me roughly by my shoulders.
"What the fuck . . ." I mumbled. "I'll talk to you in the morning, Centauro . . ." I yawned. ". . . Centauromon."
But the arms continued to shake me, making the back of my head bang against the stone pillar of the temple, HARD.
"OW!" I cried, and opened my eyes to see who my attacker was. It was a tall someone. But it was a person, not a digimon. My eyes were still bleary with sleep, so I asked, "Who the hell are you?"
Silence. Then a small voice came from the figure.
"Tai . . .?"
I rubbed my eyes to get a better view of the person. Well, it was a guy. A tall, blonde-haired guy with what looked like a green school uniform on. As my vision became clearer, I realized that this someone looked familiar.
Like someone I knew long ago.
Like someone that I cared about long ago.
Like a certain blue-eyed, blonde-haired, wonderful someone who I really cared about long ago and still think about everyday. I blinked.
"Matt?"
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There it is! Hope you liked it. If you're wondering, I accept flames . . . but don't be too harsh! ^_^ Please Review! Thx!