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Well, here in My Second ficcy!
Yamato Point of View
Tomodachi
I've always been a loner, the rebel. The self proclaimed 'Cool One.' The problem with being cool, is that you're life generally sucks. No different is the case with my self.
The summer before my final year of high school, my dearest father volunteered me up as a ranch hand at a local ranch for one of the wranglers.
Her name was Tsuno. She was really annoying, and she tended to follow me like a lost puppy. Dressed in blues, and tans, the first thing I noticed of her was the bright orange nest, that she called hair. The next would be the scary deep red of her eyes. Not red, like she was on drugs, but just red. Like colored contacts, expect, she swears she doesn't wear any. She wore a single fang necklace around her neck, and spoke with a soft, drawn out accent.
She never asked much about me until late summer, when she popped the question – 'Yamato-kun, why are you here on volunteer?'
'My once friends turned me in for buying pot. This is my 'daddy's' view of punishment.'
'So, you don't like you're friends anymore?'
' They turned me in!'
'Maybe so you'd quit?'
' 'Che – They don't like me. They never did.'
'Who was it?'
' The other Chosen Chil- ... eh, just some kids. They sat around the corner and taped me buying the crap with a stupid camcorder.'
She handed me up a 60 lbs bale of hay, 'So, will you buy it again?'
I tossed it to the back of the truck, 'Guess not for a bit, huh?'
She smiled, 'Then, I guess they did good, if they got you to quit for now.'
We never spoke about it again until summer neared the end. Tsuno taught me a lot about loyalty to friends. As we said our good byes, I turned to leave.
'After all, friendship is you're crest!' She says.
I turned to ask, and the world shimmered before me, and I lurched forward in bed at the insistence of my alarm clock. I was covered in sweat. 'Man, oh man... What a screwed up dream!'
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(LATER THAT VERY DAY) 3rd Person POV
"Come on, Ishida! It's a good deal!"
From around the corner snaked a camcorder.
'Please don't take it,' a soft voice whispered. 'Please don't'
Mimi and Jou stood there, capturing the drug deal on the REC. screen.
"Not Anymore" came Yamato's reply, and the dealer moved on. Ishida Yamato looked at the camera.
"Mimi, Jou. You guys can come up now."
Guiltily, the two appeared, but before either could excuse themselves, Yamato spoke:
'Thanks for looking out for me.'
And then he left.
Waiting at his home, on his computer, was a happy in-training digimon, deep red eyes twinkling, amidst his orange fur, as he patiently awaited his partner. And protruding from his head was a large horn. His namesake.
THE END
PS – Tsuno means horn, for those who didn't figure it out
Yamato Point of View
Tomodachi
I've always been a loner, the rebel. The self proclaimed 'Cool One.' The problem with being cool, is that you're life generally sucks. No different is the case with my self.
The summer before my final year of high school, my dearest father volunteered me up as a ranch hand at a local ranch for one of the wranglers.
Her name was Tsuno. She was really annoying, and she tended to follow me like a lost puppy. Dressed in blues, and tans, the first thing I noticed of her was the bright orange nest, that she called hair. The next would be the scary deep red of her eyes. Not red, like she was on drugs, but just red. Like colored contacts, expect, she swears she doesn't wear any. She wore a single fang necklace around her neck, and spoke with a soft, drawn out accent.
She never asked much about me until late summer, when she popped the question – 'Yamato-kun, why are you here on volunteer?'
'My once friends turned me in for buying pot. This is my 'daddy's' view of punishment.'
'So, you don't like you're friends anymore?'
' They turned me in!'
'Maybe so you'd quit?'
' 'Che – They don't like me. They never did.'
'Who was it?'
' The other Chosen Chil- ... eh, just some kids. They sat around the corner and taped me buying the crap with a stupid camcorder.'
She handed me up a 60 lbs bale of hay, 'So, will you buy it again?'
I tossed it to the back of the truck, 'Guess not for a bit, huh?'
She smiled, 'Then, I guess they did good, if they got you to quit for now.'
We never spoke about it again until summer neared the end. Tsuno taught me a lot about loyalty to friends. As we said our good byes, I turned to leave.
'After all, friendship is you're crest!' She says.
I turned to ask, and the world shimmered before me, and I lurched forward in bed at the insistence of my alarm clock. I was covered in sweat. 'Man, oh man... What a screwed up dream!'
* * * * * * * * * *
(LATER THAT VERY DAY) 3rd Person POV
"Come on, Ishida! It's a good deal!"
From around the corner snaked a camcorder.
'Please don't take it,' a soft voice whispered. 'Please don't'
Mimi and Jou stood there, capturing the drug deal on the REC. screen.
"Not Anymore" came Yamato's reply, and the dealer moved on. Ishida Yamato looked at the camera.
"Mimi, Jou. You guys can come up now."
Guiltily, the two appeared, but before either could excuse themselves, Yamato spoke:
'Thanks for looking out for me.'
And then he left.
Waiting at his home, on his computer, was a happy in-training digimon, deep red eyes twinkling, amidst his orange fur, as he patiently awaited his partner. And protruding from his head was a large horn. His namesake.
THE END
PS – Tsuno means horn, for those who didn't figure it out