This is my second attempt at a fanfic. I am still working on my first one, and I will send it, but this crossed my mind and I forget things to easily. This is about why Matt and T.K.'s parents have been divorced, from Matt's point of veiw. So here it goes.
Fanfic by:HowlingLobomon
I can still remember that day. Alpoklimon was using his last attack on us before he was destroyed. I could remember thinking about something before the idea to use the digivices came to mind. "Thanks, guy, for saving me and my brother, but it appeares that you died in vain."
It was about a week before the divorce of my parents. I was, what, six or seven? T.K. was four or five. Either way, I should not have been that stupid.
Mom, Dad, T.K. and I were walking to the park. Mom left and went into a store while the rest of us kept walking to the park. She caught up to us just as we spotted the park. T.K. and I made a beeline toward it. We ran in the middle of the street.
We never saw the truck coming. The driver never saw us until it was too late. Right before the truck hit us, a boy, probably thirteen or fourteen, ran out, grabbed the two of us and pushed us onto the ground. But before he could get down with us or dive down out of the way, the truck hit the boy at full speed.
The crowd had gathered around him and the two of us. My mother was yelling at Dad, something about he should have restrained us from running into the middle of the road. Dad told me later that this was the reason that he and Mom got divorced.
The boy turned to us, my mom, and my dad and said to us, "I'm glad. If you two had died--ahhh!!--I would have never forgiven myself. I'm going to--ahhh!!--I'm going to die in peace, knowing that I had a chance to save you and I took it and I acomplished it. I'm...glad..."
And I could see the life leave his eyes.
We went to the funeral, of course, Mom made us. T.K. either didn't understand or he didn't care, but it touched me the way how someone we didn't know would risk his life for us.
Genni told me after the Battle with Diaboromon that he had the something special in him to be a Digidestined. And he told me, to my horror, that his chosen Digimon was Kari's Digimon, Gatomon's, friend, Wizardmon. Wizardmon had also died, giving his life for Kari and Gatomon.
And he gave me the crest that he was supposed to carry, the Crest of Loyalty. I wear it all the time.
After the Battle with Apoklimon, I remember thinking "Never mind, guy, you didn't die in vain after all."
I've never told this to anyone, not even T.K. He was to little to remember it, but I'll tell him when it's time. And it's getting close to that time, because T.K. has started to notice that I've been disappearing on the second of every November.
I've been visiting his grave, always thanking him for the chance to live, as well as swearing that I will give my life for someone else if I must. But now is the time of peace. I don't think I will be upholding that oath for a while.
Fanfic by:HowlingLobomon
I can still remember that day. Alpoklimon was using his last attack on us before he was destroyed. I could remember thinking about something before the idea to use the digivices came to mind. "Thanks, guy, for saving me and my brother, but it appeares that you died in vain."
It was about a week before the divorce of my parents. I was, what, six or seven? T.K. was four or five. Either way, I should not have been that stupid.
Mom, Dad, T.K. and I were walking to the park. Mom left and went into a store while the rest of us kept walking to the park. She caught up to us just as we spotted the park. T.K. and I made a beeline toward it. We ran in the middle of the street.
We never saw the truck coming. The driver never saw us until it was too late. Right before the truck hit us, a boy, probably thirteen or fourteen, ran out, grabbed the two of us and pushed us onto the ground. But before he could get down with us or dive down out of the way, the truck hit the boy at full speed.
The crowd had gathered around him and the two of us. My mother was yelling at Dad, something about he should have restrained us from running into the middle of the road. Dad told me later that this was the reason that he and Mom got divorced.
The boy turned to us, my mom, and my dad and said to us, "I'm glad. If you two had died--ahhh!!--I would have never forgiven myself. I'm going to--ahhh!!--I'm going to die in peace, knowing that I had a chance to save you and I took it and I acomplished it. I'm...glad..."
And I could see the life leave his eyes.
We went to the funeral, of course, Mom made us. T.K. either didn't understand or he didn't care, but it touched me the way how someone we didn't know would risk his life for us.
Genni told me after the Battle with Diaboromon that he had the something special in him to be a Digidestined. And he told me, to my horror, that his chosen Digimon was Kari's Digimon, Gatomon's, friend, Wizardmon. Wizardmon had also died, giving his life for Kari and Gatomon.
And he gave me the crest that he was supposed to carry, the Crest of Loyalty. I wear it all the time.
After the Battle with Apoklimon, I remember thinking "Never mind, guy, you didn't die in vain after all."
I've never told this to anyone, not even T.K. He was to little to remember it, but I'll tell him when it's time. And it's getting close to that time, because T.K. has started to notice that I've been disappearing on the second of every November.
I've been visiting his grave, always thanking him for the chance to live, as well as swearing that I will give my life for someone else if I must. But now is the time of peace. I don't think I will be upholding that oath for a while.