Wow-o-wow! Well, I'm actually finished with this chapter...and I'm supposed to be writing a story for english...hehe...well, I've made a few button mistakes so far...but they're silly mistakes that my computer didn't catch. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. R&R
I do not own Digimon...yeah di yah yah...u know the whole speel.
Yamato opened his eyes and stared at the room he was in. It was a beautiful house. He didn't remember how he got there, but he did remember the earthquake. He sat up quickly, scanning the room for Sora. Where is that girl!? Yamato thought as he stood up.
A glint of somethign caught his eye. He looked over at the mantle over the fireplace and saw the pictures covering it. He approached it and grabbed the first one he saw. It was of a red haired woman in a white halter top, black jeans that hugged her hips, showing her perfect body. Behind her a man with blond hair was wrapping his arms around her. Smiles on both of their faces, showing how happy they were.
Sora! Yamato thought as he stared at the beautiful woman. His thumb running over the image of her face as if he could touch her. He stared at the image a while longer, before replacing it and looking at the one next to it.
A little boy with red hair was wearing a tux and holding a pillow for a wedding, while a blonde girl was in a dress holding a basket over flowing with flowers. He stared at them for a while, his mind seemed to recognize them and his heart was screaming that they were his! They were his and he was theirs. Yamato was confused about how he was feeling and how the kids looked so familliar to him, so he put the picture down and moved to the next one.
This one was of the red head asleep, only she seemed a bit heavier, most likely pregnant, but she had the blonde girl curled up against her sound asleep. Both looked so peaceful, almost like fallen angels.
"They're like fallen angels, too beautiful for heaven and too perfect for hell, so they were sent here and I found them." Yamato spun around and stared face to face with the man in the other picture with the red head. Yamato didn't get how the man had known what was running through his mind.
"I'm sorry, I just woke up here and I was trying to figure out where I am." Yamato placed the picture back where he had found it. He turned to face the man again, something about him felt familiar, almost realxing.
"I'm Ishida, Yamato." The man said and forced a smile on his face. Yamato looked up at him, confused. "I know what you're going to say: I'm Ishida Yamato. Well, I know you are. My daughter's a wonderful person, don't you think? Well, I guess I should say our daughter, since she will be yours, in the future- present for me." The older Yamato smiled as he sat on the couch. He motioned for the teen to take a seat also, which was obeyed.
"I'll go by Matt, just so we don't get confused, ok, Yamato?" Yamato nodded. He appreciated Matt's gesture, even thought he didn't get what was going on. "I know what you're probably thinking: What do you mean our daughter's wonderful? What's that have to do with why I'm here?! Where's here anyway? What do you mean I have a daughter!?" Matt laughed as Yamato's eyes widened.
"That's what I was thinking!" Yamato exclaimed. "Do you have the answers? You better, because I don't." Yamato said smugly as he sat back in the chair. Matt smiled and put his hands in his jacket pockets. He breathed in deeply and looked around the room, examining everything.
Yamato stared at Matt, trying to remember how the man before he seemed so familiar in a way that wasn't his own. The man's clothes were drity and looked like he had been wearing them for God knows how long. His hair was matted from lack of care and his face was covered in stubbles from lack of shaving. The eyes were sadder then Yamato ever imagined he could be. That's when it hit him, the man before him was him only in his father's position. He would become his father!
"Oh, great!" Yamato moaned and slid down in the chair. Matt glanced at him. "Please tell me that you haven't been obsorbed in work so much your forgetting our kid!" Yamato said, hoping the answer was no and that the girl was at school or a friend's house.
Matt sighed and stared at Yamato for a second, before brushing his hand over his face and dragging it down as if to stretch it out- a common motion made by his father when he was stressed and trying to concentrate on something and clear his mind at the same time. This forced Yamato to moan again, already knowing the answer to his question.
"Yes. I haven't been the best father in the world for the last few months. Ever since she died I haven't really been the same. Do you know how hard it is to know that your wife- whom you love with every fiber in your being- announces she's having an affair, after her lover tells you?! It's the most terrible feeling you can ever feel, I would never wish it on anybody- ever!" Matt looked out the window and sighed.
A car pulled up to the curb and stayed there for a few minutes. Matt stood up and walked towards the window. He watched the car and smiled. He saw Hikari sitting in the car glancing at the house, but the passenger caught his eye more then Hikari ever would. The fiery hair only belonged to one person and he could tell it from a picket line of red heads. He knew that hair, like he knew it's owner- well, at least how he thought he had known the owner.
"Matt, excuse me, but why did you mention...our daughter?" Yamato hesitated before finsihing his sentence, obvoiusly trying to adjust to the knowledge he had just gained. His wife would cheat on him and then leave him to become an absolute wreck- just like his father after his mother left.
"I caught that angel of mine praying the night before they were brought to Takeru's. She was sitting in her window staring at the stars, like her mother and I always did when she was young. But she was begging them for a way to get her mom back." Matt leaned against the wall behind him, thinking about how he had caught his daughter. The sweet blonde girl staring up at him, her eyes filled with tears, unbelieving that her mother was never coming home. Just the thought of his daughter's teary voice brought tears to his eyes.
"So you're saying that she made a wish and I was brought into the future?" Yamato asked, trying to get the facts straight in his mind. Matt nodded as he wiped a few tears from his eyes.
"Himeko is a brillant child. Every unflawed trait of her mother and mine was put into that child and her brother, too." Yamato fell against the back of the chair as if Matt's words were a punch to the gut.
"I'm going to have two children!?" Yamato asked hesitantly. Matt didn't hear Yamato, or atleast he didn't seem to. He was staring out the window, his hands balled into fists and his face contorted into a snarl.
"Bastard!" Matt hollered at the top of his lungs and started towards the door. Yamato got up and started after Matt, but stopped in his tracks as Matt turned to face him. "You!" He pointed his finger accusingly at Yamato. "Go to Takeru's and get Himeko and Ryu! Takeru will think I'm going through denial and going into a stage of my life when I had Sora and we were happy, even though you look like you haven't found her poisinous bliss yet." Matt looked out the door and grabbed the car keys hanging next to it. "Takeru lives over by Odaiba High. It's not that far, it's an old victorian. You can't miss it. Bring them back here and tell Takeru Hikari's being followed again." Yamato looked confused, but nodded.
Both men walked out and started in seperate directions. Yamato ran fast to the high school. He stopped a block before he reached it, when he saw two kids sitting on the grass of a victorian house. Next to them was what looked like an older version of Takeru. Yamato slowly approached them and stared at Takeru and the kids.
"Takeru?" Yamato hesitated as he faced the young man. Takeru looked up at Yamato with a glow in his eyes, but it faded when he stared at Yamato.
"Daddy!" The little girl said as she dropped her toy car and ran to Yamato, wrapping her arms around his waist. Yamato smiled and patted her head. The little boy smiled and followed his sister in grabbing the man they believed was their father's leg. Yamato knelt and hugged both of them, while keeping his eyes on Takeru's.
"Oni-chan?" Takeru said a little surprised that he was there. "Wow. How have you been, bro?" Yamato shrugged.
Get the kids and tell Takeru Hikari's being followed again!
"Takeru, I almost forgot to tell you, with the shock of seeing my children.
"Takeru looked at Yamato waiting to see what was so important. "Hikari's being followed again!" Takeru's jaw clenched and his fists balled into fists, causing his fists to become white. Yamato gulped at the new expression on his brother's face. "Uncle Takeru?" The little boy asked and stared up at his uncle.
"Arigato gozai masu!" Takeru jumped to his feet. In a fit of rage, he forgot to take the car, but immediatly started in the direction that Matt had gone in. Yamato watched as his little brother's future self pounded the cement.
"Daddy, what's wrong with Aunt Kari?" The little boy asked while tugging on Yamato's pant leg. He stared up at Yamato with concerned crimson eyes. Yamato stared at him in disbelief, the boy represented every strong point of Sora and even some of his own. But how could Sora be his future wife?
"Nothing Uncle Takeru can't handle." Yamato picked the boy up and smiled at the little girl at his side. "Let's go home." The girl stared at Yamato a bit longer before nodding in agreement. As soon as she gave her approval the little boy nodded and wrapped his small arms around Yamato's neck.
"Let's go, Daddy. I haven't been home for so long." The little boy glanced at his sister and then moved next to Yamato's ear. "Will Mommy be there? Himeko-chan said that Mommy was never going to come back. She's wrong, right?" The little boy whispered.
Yamato stared at the boy, he didn't know how he was supposed to respond to the question. All he knew was that his wife cheated on him and now she's gone. How was he supposed to tell the little boy that his mother had left? How had he told Takeru that he wasn't going home with him and Dad wasn't going either.
"Dad?" The little girl tugged on Yamato's pant leg. "What took you so long to come get us? Did you look for Mom's killer?! Is he locked up for good?" Yamato shook his head slowly. He had no idea how to respond to these questions. He wasn't their father, he was only 18 years old. There were years in between were things have occured that he would never know about until they happened to him, if he ever got back to his time.
"Sorry, Honey. I don't want to really talk about that right now." The girl lowered her blonde head in sadness, but looked back up, when Yamato stopped. "Climb on!" Yamato stated and placed the little boy down. The girl smiled and hopped onto his back, while the little boy climbed back into his arms.
"I missed you, Dad." The girl whispered as she snuggled against him. "It's just not the same with Uncle Takeru and Aunt Hikari."
"Himeko and I were really good, Daddy!" The boy chirped in. He had a huge smile on his face as he smied at Yamato. "Uncle Takeru even gave us a picture of Mommy and you when you guys were younger! I'll show you when we get home. Mommy' s so pretty." Yamato smiled at the little boy.
"That's good. I'll have to see which one your Uncle gave you." Yamato sighed in side. This was't his time, these wouldn't be his children for many years to come and now he knew his wife would cheat on him and leave. Why had the little girl- Himeko- asked if he had caught her mom's killer? Was she dead, too? The questions wouldn't stop barging into his mind.
"Daddy, look, there's Uncle Taichi and Uncle Jyou." The little boy cried as he jumped out of his arms and ran towards the two men. "Uncle Tai! Uncle Jyou! Look! Look! Daddy came and got Himeko-chan and me!" The two men stared at Yamato and raised their eyebrows. The man with the brown hair- amazingly cut like a crew cut- knelt besides the little boy.
"That's great, Ryu." Taichi said and patted the boy on his head. Jyou looked at Yamato and then at Taichi.
"You told us to meet you here. What happened?" Jyou paused and then studied the two children, now embracing Taichi. "Did Takeru tell you that Hikari and him couldn't watch them any longer? Yamato, we know how it feels to lose the woman you love. We loved Sora, too, damn Tai over here was balling like a little baby when you told him. Don't you remember how Mimi and I were after we lost Maki. We were out of it for a while, but not six months.Besides, what do you think the kids think about having their father become so recluse after losing their mother. She was as important to you as she was to them!"
Yamato stared at Jyou, every word the older man said slowly sunk into his mind. Jyou paused and stared at Yamato, trying to figure out what was going on in his friend's mind. He couldn't understand how Yamato could be so withdrawn as if nothing Jyou was saying was old news. It was as if everything Jyou had said was new to him. That's when Jyou finally noticed how Yamato was dressed.
"Why are you dressed like you're 18 again? You only wore that outfit after a gig and you left the group at 18, because of Sora moving and you and her were getting pretty serious." Jyou studied Yamato and then pursed his lips. "How did you get your skin to look so young, too? Last time I saw you, you were starting to get creases on your forhead." Yamato shrugged.
"Listen, I'm gonna take the kids to get washed up, if you guys want to come in, you can." Jyou nodded and followed Yamato into the house, behind him Taichi and the kids followed.
"Why don't you two go to your rooms. Your dad and I have to talk." Jyou said with a smile towards the children. Both kids nodded and looked up at Taichi who smiled down at them. Yamato smiled and pointed towards the stairs. The kids ran up it, leaving the three men to be alone.
"Yamato, sit down. We need to talk about Sotaru!" Yamato looked at them confused. But he was getting used to it, he didn't know why they were so concerned about Sotaru. Had he returned to the digiworld and reinstated his postion as Dark Emperor.
"Dude, why do you still have these pictures? I thought I told you that it would be better if you got rid of them. It'll help you get over her faster." Yamato glared at them. How could these two be telling him to get rid of pictures that obvisouly meant a lot to him. Matt would've gotten rid of them if he had wanted to, but if he didn't then he didn't want to get rid of them.
"Taichi, I didn't want to." Taichi glared at his best friend.
"Why not? It's not gonna help you get over her any!" Yamato rolled his eyes and fell onto the couch, leaning back and glancing at the picture on the table next to him.
"What do you think the kids would think if I got rid of all pictures that contained their mother? They would become confused and I don't want them to forget what she looked like." Yamato stated, a little surprised at what he ahd said. It sounded true and as if he knew what he was talking about. Well, he did in a way. When his father got rid of all the pictures of his mother and Takeru, Yamato had almost forgotten who she was until she showed up at the trial. He never wanted anybody to go through that, ever.
***Upstairs***
"Himeko, what's wrong with Daddy?" The little red head asked as he stared at his sister. She sat in her window staring at the sky. When she didn't reply, the boy walked towards her and climbed onto the sill across from her. "Himeko-chan, why's Daddy looking different?" He asked with a cute baby face. Himeko smiled at her brother. He had the puppy face that she had seen on her father's face whenever he was trying to get her mom to cheer up or take them somewhere.
"I made a wish, Ryu-kun." Ryu looked at his sister with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"What for?" Himeko smiled and looked out the window.
"I wanted Mom to come back to us. I wanted them to stop being so weird when they were together and then crying when they weren't together. I wanted them to be reminded of a time when they were awkward around eachother so they could see how happy they had become and so we could be together again. I wanted Mom and Dad to be as happy as they had been when we were younger! I just want my mother back!" Himeko cried and hugged her knees to her chest. Ryu stared at her and patted her lowered head.
"Himeko-chan, Mommy will come back, her and Daddy are just really busy with work and they're not happy with not being with eachother." Himeko smiled at her brother.
"You want to know something, Ryu-kun?" Ryu looked at his sister intregued with what she had to say. "I think that man downstairs is Dad, only when he was younger and before he and Mom got married."
"Really?" Ryu looked up at Himeko and smiled. He withdrew a phot from his jacket and looked up at Himeko. "He looks like Daddy in this picture." Himeko took the picture and smiled.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Himeko announced and got up and left the room. She snuck down the stairs, slipped through the doggy door, and started running towards her destination. Knowing that the person she seeked would help her. All she had to do was get there before it got dark.
Himeko stopped as she saw the woamn walking down the street, but another woman was with her. They were both quiet and lost in their thoughts.
"AYA!" Himeko cried as she approached the women, pulling them from their thoughts.
I do not own Digimon...yeah di yah yah...u know the whole speel.
Yamato opened his eyes and stared at the room he was in. It was a beautiful house. He didn't remember how he got there, but he did remember the earthquake. He sat up quickly, scanning the room for Sora. Where is that girl!? Yamato thought as he stood up.
A glint of somethign caught his eye. He looked over at the mantle over the fireplace and saw the pictures covering it. He approached it and grabbed the first one he saw. It was of a red haired woman in a white halter top, black jeans that hugged her hips, showing her perfect body. Behind her a man with blond hair was wrapping his arms around her. Smiles on both of their faces, showing how happy they were.
Sora! Yamato thought as he stared at the beautiful woman. His thumb running over the image of her face as if he could touch her. He stared at the image a while longer, before replacing it and looking at the one next to it.
A little boy with red hair was wearing a tux and holding a pillow for a wedding, while a blonde girl was in a dress holding a basket over flowing with flowers. He stared at them for a while, his mind seemed to recognize them and his heart was screaming that they were his! They were his and he was theirs. Yamato was confused about how he was feeling and how the kids looked so familliar to him, so he put the picture down and moved to the next one.
This one was of the red head asleep, only she seemed a bit heavier, most likely pregnant, but she had the blonde girl curled up against her sound asleep. Both looked so peaceful, almost like fallen angels.
"They're like fallen angels, too beautiful for heaven and too perfect for hell, so they were sent here and I found them." Yamato spun around and stared face to face with the man in the other picture with the red head. Yamato didn't get how the man had known what was running through his mind.
"I'm sorry, I just woke up here and I was trying to figure out where I am." Yamato placed the picture back where he had found it. He turned to face the man again, something about him felt familiar, almost realxing.
"I'm Ishida, Yamato." The man said and forced a smile on his face. Yamato looked up at him, confused. "I know what you're going to say: I'm Ishida Yamato. Well, I know you are. My daughter's a wonderful person, don't you think? Well, I guess I should say our daughter, since she will be yours, in the future- present for me." The older Yamato smiled as he sat on the couch. He motioned for the teen to take a seat also, which was obeyed.
"I'll go by Matt, just so we don't get confused, ok, Yamato?" Yamato nodded. He appreciated Matt's gesture, even thought he didn't get what was going on. "I know what you're probably thinking: What do you mean our daughter's wonderful? What's that have to do with why I'm here?! Where's here anyway? What do you mean I have a daughter!?" Matt laughed as Yamato's eyes widened.
"That's what I was thinking!" Yamato exclaimed. "Do you have the answers? You better, because I don't." Yamato said smugly as he sat back in the chair. Matt smiled and put his hands in his jacket pockets. He breathed in deeply and looked around the room, examining everything.
Yamato stared at Matt, trying to remember how the man before he seemed so familiar in a way that wasn't his own. The man's clothes were drity and looked like he had been wearing them for God knows how long. His hair was matted from lack of care and his face was covered in stubbles from lack of shaving. The eyes were sadder then Yamato ever imagined he could be. That's when it hit him, the man before him was him only in his father's position. He would become his father!
"Oh, great!" Yamato moaned and slid down in the chair. Matt glanced at him. "Please tell me that you haven't been obsorbed in work so much your forgetting our kid!" Yamato said, hoping the answer was no and that the girl was at school or a friend's house.
Matt sighed and stared at Yamato for a second, before brushing his hand over his face and dragging it down as if to stretch it out- a common motion made by his father when he was stressed and trying to concentrate on something and clear his mind at the same time. This forced Yamato to moan again, already knowing the answer to his question.
"Yes. I haven't been the best father in the world for the last few months. Ever since she died I haven't really been the same. Do you know how hard it is to know that your wife- whom you love with every fiber in your being- announces she's having an affair, after her lover tells you?! It's the most terrible feeling you can ever feel, I would never wish it on anybody- ever!" Matt looked out the window and sighed.
A car pulled up to the curb and stayed there for a few minutes. Matt stood up and walked towards the window. He watched the car and smiled. He saw Hikari sitting in the car glancing at the house, but the passenger caught his eye more then Hikari ever would. The fiery hair only belonged to one person and he could tell it from a picket line of red heads. He knew that hair, like he knew it's owner- well, at least how he thought he had known the owner.
"Matt, excuse me, but why did you mention...our daughter?" Yamato hesitated before finsihing his sentence, obvoiusly trying to adjust to the knowledge he had just gained. His wife would cheat on him and then leave him to become an absolute wreck- just like his father after his mother left.
"I caught that angel of mine praying the night before they were brought to Takeru's. She was sitting in her window staring at the stars, like her mother and I always did when she was young. But she was begging them for a way to get her mom back." Matt leaned against the wall behind him, thinking about how he had caught his daughter. The sweet blonde girl staring up at him, her eyes filled with tears, unbelieving that her mother was never coming home. Just the thought of his daughter's teary voice brought tears to his eyes.
"So you're saying that she made a wish and I was brought into the future?" Yamato asked, trying to get the facts straight in his mind. Matt nodded as he wiped a few tears from his eyes.
"Himeko is a brillant child. Every unflawed trait of her mother and mine was put into that child and her brother, too." Yamato fell against the back of the chair as if Matt's words were a punch to the gut.
"I'm going to have two children!?" Yamato asked hesitantly. Matt didn't hear Yamato, or atleast he didn't seem to. He was staring out the window, his hands balled into fists and his face contorted into a snarl.
"Bastard!" Matt hollered at the top of his lungs and started towards the door. Yamato got up and started after Matt, but stopped in his tracks as Matt turned to face him. "You!" He pointed his finger accusingly at Yamato. "Go to Takeru's and get Himeko and Ryu! Takeru will think I'm going through denial and going into a stage of my life when I had Sora and we were happy, even though you look like you haven't found her poisinous bliss yet." Matt looked out the door and grabbed the car keys hanging next to it. "Takeru lives over by Odaiba High. It's not that far, it's an old victorian. You can't miss it. Bring them back here and tell Takeru Hikari's being followed again." Yamato looked confused, but nodded.
Both men walked out and started in seperate directions. Yamato ran fast to the high school. He stopped a block before he reached it, when he saw two kids sitting on the grass of a victorian house. Next to them was what looked like an older version of Takeru. Yamato slowly approached them and stared at Takeru and the kids.
"Takeru?" Yamato hesitated as he faced the young man. Takeru looked up at Yamato with a glow in his eyes, but it faded when he stared at Yamato.
"Daddy!" The little girl said as she dropped her toy car and ran to Yamato, wrapping her arms around his waist. Yamato smiled and patted her head. The little boy smiled and followed his sister in grabbing the man they believed was their father's leg. Yamato knelt and hugged both of them, while keeping his eyes on Takeru's.
"Oni-chan?" Takeru said a little surprised that he was there. "Wow. How have you been, bro?" Yamato shrugged.
Get the kids and tell Takeru Hikari's being followed again!
"Takeru, I almost forgot to tell you, with the shock of seeing my children.
"Takeru looked at Yamato waiting to see what was so important. "Hikari's being followed again!" Takeru's jaw clenched and his fists balled into fists, causing his fists to become white. Yamato gulped at the new expression on his brother's face. "Uncle Takeru?" The little boy asked and stared up at his uncle.
"Arigato gozai masu!" Takeru jumped to his feet. In a fit of rage, he forgot to take the car, but immediatly started in the direction that Matt had gone in. Yamato watched as his little brother's future self pounded the cement.
"Daddy, what's wrong with Aunt Kari?" The little boy asked while tugging on Yamato's pant leg. He stared up at Yamato with concerned crimson eyes. Yamato stared at him in disbelief, the boy represented every strong point of Sora and even some of his own. But how could Sora be his future wife?
"Nothing Uncle Takeru can't handle." Yamato picked the boy up and smiled at the little girl at his side. "Let's go home." The girl stared at Yamato a bit longer before nodding in agreement. As soon as she gave her approval the little boy nodded and wrapped his small arms around Yamato's neck.
"Let's go, Daddy. I haven't been home for so long." The little boy glanced at his sister and then moved next to Yamato's ear. "Will Mommy be there? Himeko-chan said that Mommy was never going to come back. She's wrong, right?" The little boy whispered.
Yamato stared at the boy, he didn't know how he was supposed to respond to the question. All he knew was that his wife cheated on him and now she's gone. How was he supposed to tell the little boy that his mother had left? How had he told Takeru that he wasn't going home with him and Dad wasn't going either.
"Dad?" The little girl tugged on Yamato's pant leg. "What took you so long to come get us? Did you look for Mom's killer?! Is he locked up for good?" Yamato shook his head slowly. He had no idea how to respond to these questions. He wasn't their father, he was only 18 years old. There were years in between were things have occured that he would never know about until they happened to him, if he ever got back to his time.
"Sorry, Honey. I don't want to really talk about that right now." The girl lowered her blonde head in sadness, but looked back up, when Yamato stopped. "Climb on!" Yamato stated and placed the little boy down. The girl smiled and hopped onto his back, while the little boy climbed back into his arms.
"I missed you, Dad." The girl whispered as she snuggled against him. "It's just not the same with Uncle Takeru and Aunt Hikari."
"Himeko and I were really good, Daddy!" The boy chirped in. He had a huge smile on his face as he smied at Yamato. "Uncle Takeru even gave us a picture of Mommy and you when you guys were younger! I'll show you when we get home. Mommy' s so pretty." Yamato smiled at the little boy.
"That's good. I'll have to see which one your Uncle gave you." Yamato sighed in side. This was't his time, these wouldn't be his children for many years to come and now he knew his wife would cheat on him and leave. Why had the little girl- Himeko- asked if he had caught her mom's killer? Was she dead, too? The questions wouldn't stop barging into his mind.
"Daddy, look, there's Uncle Taichi and Uncle Jyou." The little boy cried as he jumped out of his arms and ran towards the two men. "Uncle Tai! Uncle Jyou! Look! Look! Daddy came and got Himeko-chan and me!" The two men stared at Yamato and raised their eyebrows. The man with the brown hair- amazingly cut like a crew cut- knelt besides the little boy.
"That's great, Ryu." Taichi said and patted the boy on his head. Jyou looked at Yamato and then at Taichi.
"You told us to meet you here. What happened?" Jyou paused and then studied the two children, now embracing Taichi. "Did Takeru tell you that Hikari and him couldn't watch them any longer? Yamato, we know how it feels to lose the woman you love. We loved Sora, too, damn Tai over here was balling like a little baby when you told him. Don't you remember how Mimi and I were after we lost Maki. We were out of it for a while, but not six months.Besides, what do you think the kids think about having their father become so recluse after losing their mother. She was as important to you as she was to them!"
Yamato stared at Jyou, every word the older man said slowly sunk into his mind. Jyou paused and stared at Yamato, trying to figure out what was going on in his friend's mind. He couldn't understand how Yamato could be so withdrawn as if nothing Jyou was saying was old news. It was as if everything Jyou had said was new to him. That's when Jyou finally noticed how Yamato was dressed.
"Why are you dressed like you're 18 again? You only wore that outfit after a gig and you left the group at 18, because of Sora moving and you and her were getting pretty serious." Jyou studied Yamato and then pursed his lips. "How did you get your skin to look so young, too? Last time I saw you, you were starting to get creases on your forhead." Yamato shrugged.
"Listen, I'm gonna take the kids to get washed up, if you guys want to come in, you can." Jyou nodded and followed Yamato into the house, behind him Taichi and the kids followed.
"Why don't you two go to your rooms. Your dad and I have to talk." Jyou said with a smile towards the children. Both kids nodded and looked up at Taichi who smiled down at them. Yamato smiled and pointed towards the stairs. The kids ran up it, leaving the three men to be alone.
"Yamato, sit down. We need to talk about Sotaru!" Yamato looked at them confused. But he was getting used to it, he didn't know why they were so concerned about Sotaru. Had he returned to the digiworld and reinstated his postion as Dark Emperor.
"Dude, why do you still have these pictures? I thought I told you that it would be better if you got rid of them. It'll help you get over her faster." Yamato glared at them. How could these two be telling him to get rid of pictures that obvisouly meant a lot to him. Matt would've gotten rid of them if he had wanted to, but if he didn't then he didn't want to get rid of them.
"Taichi, I didn't want to." Taichi glared at his best friend.
"Why not? It's not gonna help you get over her any!" Yamato rolled his eyes and fell onto the couch, leaning back and glancing at the picture on the table next to him.
"What do you think the kids would think if I got rid of all pictures that contained their mother? They would become confused and I don't want them to forget what she looked like." Yamato stated, a little surprised at what he ahd said. It sounded true and as if he knew what he was talking about. Well, he did in a way. When his father got rid of all the pictures of his mother and Takeru, Yamato had almost forgotten who she was until she showed up at the trial. He never wanted anybody to go through that, ever.
***Upstairs***
"Himeko, what's wrong with Daddy?" The little red head asked as he stared at his sister. She sat in her window staring at the sky. When she didn't reply, the boy walked towards her and climbed onto the sill across from her. "Himeko-chan, why's Daddy looking different?" He asked with a cute baby face. Himeko smiled at her brother. He had the puppy face that she had seen on her father's face whenever he was trying to get her mom to cheer up or take them somewhere.
"I made a wish, Ryu-kun." Ryu looked at his sister with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
"What for?" Himeko smiled and looked out the window.
"I wanted Mom to come back to us. I wanted them to stop being so weird when they were together and then crying when they weren't together. I wanted them to be reminded of a time when they were awkward around eachother so they could see how happy they had become and so we could be together again. I wanted Mom and Dad to be as happy as they had been when we were younger! I just want my mother back!" Himeko cried and hugged her knees to her chest. Ryu stared at her and patted her lowered head.
"Himeko-chan, Mommy will come back, her and Daddy are just really busy with work and they're not happy with not being with eachother." Himeko smiled at her brother.
"You want to know something, Ryu-kun?" Ryu looked at his sister intregued with what she had to say. "I think that man downstairs is Dad, only when he was younger and before he and Mom got married."
"Really?" Ryu looked up at Himeko and smiled. He withdrew a phot from his jacket and looked up at Himeko. "He looks like Daddy in this picture." Himeko took the picture and smiled.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Himeko announced and got up and left the room. She snuck down the stairs, slipped through the doggy door, and started running towards her destination. Knowing that the person she seeked would help her. All she had to do was get there before it got dark.
Himeko stopped as she saw the woamn walking down the street, but another woman was with her. They were both quiet and lost in their thoughts.
"AYA!" Himeko cried as she approached the women, pulling them from their thoughts.