Well . . . to begin with, I totally don't know where to go with this fic,
and I've kind of written my self into a fix, so be kind, and stay with me
while I figure out what the hell to do lol
Sorry for taking my sweet time updating. I've actually written the next em... four? Chapters already, but right now they are absolutely random material, because I wrote in blocks . . . you'll see what I mean.
Anyway, I hope I organized it well enough that you guys don't get totally confused and annoyed with this story haha. Oh and your warned, there are a hell of a lot of flash backs here!!!
Chapter 7: The Voice
Two weeks earlier
The black cloud scanned the city for the digidestined. He needed to find just the right one for his plan. The first destined that caught his attention was that of knowledge. The dark cloud could sense a deep confusion and loss inside him, but the pain was not new, and the digidestined had had time to recover from it. No, he would need to find a deeper weakness if his plans were to work.
Love and Serenity had their individual insecurities, and he could sense that love was the cause of it. But the insecurities were but minor, and the love did not dwell deep enough for his purposes.
Reliability had many insecurities, and this was well noted, but the insecurities were but minor, insignificant fears. That of drowning or failing in school. Although the failing intrigued the darkness, because perhaps it could be twisted into a deeper fear, it was not strong enough, nor new enough to serve its purpose.
The leader, Courage, was intriguing, because it appeared that he held no fears. This the darkness found to be impossible, and so it made a note to question this matter further. And then he came across that of Light. The darkness could not even so much as touch the aura of Light, for it burned to the touch. With a hiss of contempt, the darkness decided that the weaknesses of light would have to wait.
Then the black clouds interest was pulled to the last two remaining digidestined. That of Hope and that of Friendship, both exceedingly promising. Hope held a deep jealously and anger toward Friendship, and it was very new. There was also the tempting taste of quilt. This was noted in Hope for future reference.
But Friendship, Friendship was even more promising, for instead of anger that would eventually recede with time and be reconciled by its own, Friendship held sorrow, and the only way to reconcile sorrow was to confront he who had caused it. Sorrow could be melded, sorrow could be played with, sorrow would serve his purpose perfectly.
He would wait until the unsuspecting Friendship slept, and then, he would strike.
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Several hours later
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'I never want to see you again.' That's what he had said. Matt let a deep sigh as he walked sluggishly down the street to his apartment.
Matt knew that TK still had feelings for Kari, he realized that. I mean, Kari was his first girlfriend, who wouldn't still have feelings for their first girlfriend? But that was two years ago.
Matt shook his head. He couldn't help but feel guilty about the argument. What TK had said made sense. Matt was his brother, and Kari was his first girlfriend. Brothers, and brothers girlfriends were not allowed to date . . . ever.
A deep depression crept over Matt. The thought that he and Kari could never act on their feelings bored a deep hole into his heart. He had wanted her for so long, and just when it seemed that she was finally starting to return his feelings, reality struck, and it was torn all away. TK, damnit.
Matt shook his head slightly surprised at his sudden anger at TK. TK had every right to be angry at Matt, but Matt . . . 'I'm the one whose wrong here. I cant have her. I was wrong to think I could.'
He came to his apartment door and heaving yet another depressed sigh he unlocked the door and stepped in side. He looked half heartedly to where his dads coat would have been hanging if he had come home, but no. His father was never home long, his job made sure of that. If it wasn't a meeting, it was an exclusive report in America, or Iraq, or Britain. Some times he would be gone for weeks at a time.
Couldn't the news wait, just once?
Matt sighed and hung his coat on the hanger, replaced his shoes for slippers, and slowly walked into the kitchen. Pulling open the fridge, he determined that there was nothing edible to eat, but he wasn't that disappointed. After his fight with TK, he didn't have much of an appetite anyway.
Deciding to take a shower, he turned on the shower and then went in search of a towel. ok guys he's not naked don't get any ideas! While he was waiting for the water to heat up, he pressed the play button on the answer machine to hear his new messages. He was so intent on his messages that he never saw the dark cloud glide in from under the front door.
The first message was from a college buddy, yabbing about how they should keep in touch over the summer. The second, a doctors appointment, and the last was from . . . Sora.
"Hey Matt, I just, well I wanted to ask if . . . maybe you wanted to go do something today? Well, your not home, but when you get back call me, and we can go do something—if you want to. I mean, you don't have to. I'd understand if you didn't want to but—well just call me back!" The 'beep' signaling the end of the messages rang, and Matt's chest fell remembering the good times he had had with Sora. They had gone out for nearly two years, but then . . . then his feelings for Kari grew.
A deep pain filled him. Why had he treated Sora like that. She was a nice girl, she was just—not Kari. Matt shook his head, again with Kari. Get over her. You have to! She's Tk's old girlfriend!!!
Pulling himself from those frustrated thoughts, he found himself thinking of Sora again. She hadn't exactly treated him well either. The night that he had caught her and Tai kissing behind the gym—that had ended it. She had sworn that it was an accident but . . .
Matt shook the pain off. He had been no better, thinking of Kari like he had been. Only he hadn't acted on his feelings—he couldn't!
Behind him the dark cloud crept around the kitchen wall, hidden in the shadows, overjoyed with the sudden deepening of Friendships depression. Oh yes, he could be well used.
Still oblivious to the menacing threat, Matt sighed and looked at the clock. It was almost nine. Realizing that it was too late for him and Sora to get together like she had proposed, he decided that the least he could do was call her back.
The dark cloud drew closer. So close. Just a bit further and it could strike.
Dialing her number he waited for her to pick up, but she never did. Wondering where she could be at such a late hour, he decided to leave a message anyway, "Hey Sora, this is Matt. Sorry I didn't call you earlier I just—"
And that's when it struck.
An over powering fear shot through Matt's body. Unable to control his body he tumbled to the floor, sending the phone to the ground as well. His eyes wide with an unknown fear he gasped for breath. He couldn't breath!
His vision began to blur, then refocus. He desperately flung his arms about for anything to hold on to. He felt like he was falling! Then suddenly the fear turned to rage, and an over whelming desire to scream consumed his thoughts. Just as quickly as it had come however, he was back to the intense fear.
Laying helpless on the floor, he curled into a protective ball. Tearing at his hair, trying desperately to get something out. He wasn't sure what he was so afraid of, but he knew that it was on him, somewhere, crawling through his body, gnawing at his mind, tearing at his heart, burning all rational thought into a horrifying chaos.
The objects around him began to change shape, into old enemies, monstrous creatures from past nightmares, demons he had never met, all horrifying, all out to kill him.
A voice inside spoke then, a voice, that Matt had never heard before.
'They're coming for you Yamato. They're coming to get you.'
The voice, so evil, so devilish, Matt could sense a taunting laughter in the voice. Even so, the words sent a chill down Matt's spine, and for a brief moment, Matt believed the voice.
Letting out a horrified scream, Matt was consumed by the darkness of his unconscious.
Beside his curled, fetal form, lay the phone, and on the other end, the answer machine recorded.
So where was Sora? What the hell happened to Matt? Well you'll just have to see! Stay tuned, and thanks so much for all your wonderful reviews!
.erm and also, sorry if the next couple of chapters get random . . . if you don't like Taiora disregard the first half of the next chapter, its not terribly important. I don't even know why I put it in there. ::shrugs:: Although, for all you die hard 'I - have -to- read -every- -single- reference -to- yama -even -if- it's -a- minuet - detail' fans –like myself—there is a slight, and I mean slight, reference you might be interested in. Just wanted to give you guys a heads up. It's really nothing special though.
Ok well have a nice day!
Reion
June 'something or other', 2004
Sorry for taking my sweet time updating. I've actually written the next em... four? Chapters already, but right now they are absolutely random material, because I wrote in blocks . . . you'll see what I mean.
Anyway, I hope I organized it well enough that you guys don't get totally confused and annoyed with this story haha. Oh and your warned, there are a hell of a lot of flash backs here!!!
Chapter 7: The Voice
Two weeks earlier
The black cloud scanned the city for the digidestined. He needed to find just the right one for his plan. The first destined that caught his attention was that of knowledge. The dark cloud could sense a deep confusion and loss inside him, but the pain was not new, and the digidestined had had time to recover from it. No, he would need to find a deeper weakness if his plans were to work.
Love and Serenity had their individual insecurities, and he could sense that love was the cause of it. But the insecurities were but minor, and the love did not dwell deep enough for his purposes.
Reliability had many insecurities, and this was well noted, but the insecurities were but minor, insignificant fears. That of drowning or failing in school. Although the failing intrigued the darkness, because perhaps it could be twisted into a deeper fear, it was not strong enough, nor new enough to serve its purpose.
The leader, Courage, was intriguing, because it appeared that he held no fears. This the darkness found to be impossible, and so it made a note to question this matter further. And then he came across that of Light. The darkness could not even so much as touch the aura of Light, for it burned to the touch. With a hiss of contempt, the darkness decided that the weaknesses of light would have to wait.
Then the black clouds interest was pulled to the last two remaining digidestined. That of Hope and that of Friendship, both exceedingly promising. Hope held a deep jealously and anger toward Friendship, and it was very new. There was also the tempting taste of quilt. This was noted in Hope for future reference.
But Friendship, Friendship was even more promising, for instead of anger that would eventually recede with time and be reconciled by its own, Friendship held sorrow, and the only way to reconcile sorrow was to confront he who had caused it. Sorrow could be melded, sorrow could be played with, sorrow would serve his purpose perfectly.
He would wait until the unsuspecting Friendship slept, and then, he would strike.
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Several hours later
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'I never want to see you again.' That's what he had said. Matt let a deep sigh as he walked sluggishly down the street to his apartment.
Matt knew that TK still had feelings for Kari, he realized that. I mean, Kari was his first girlfriend, who wouldn't still have feelings for their first girlfriend? But that was two years ago.
Matt shook his head. He couldn't help but feel guilty about the argument. What TK had said made sense. Matt was his brother, and Kari was his first girlfriend. Brothers, and brothers girlfriends were not allowed to date . . . ever.
A deep depression crept over Matt. The thought that he and Kari could never act on their feelings bored a deep hole into his heart. He had wanted her for so long, and just when it seemed that she was finally starting to return his feelings, reality struck, and it was torn all away. TK, damnit.
Matt shook his head slightly surprised at his sudden anger at TK. TK had every right to be angry at Matt, but Matt . . . 'I'm the one whose wrong here. I cant have her. I was wrong to think I could.'
He came to his apartment door and heaving yet another depressed sigh he unlocked the door and stepped in side. He looked half heartedly to where his dads coat would have been hanging if he had come home, but no. His father was never home long, his job made sure of that. If it wasn't a meeting, it was an exclusive report in America, or Iraq, or Britain. Some times he would be gone for weeks at a time.
Couldn't the news wait, just once?
Matt sighed and hung his coat on the hanger, replaced his shoes for slippers, and slowly walked into the kitchen. Pulling open the fridge, he determined that there was nothing edible to eat, but he wasn't that disappointed. After his fight with TK, he didn't have much of an appetite anyway.
Deciding to take a shower, he turned on the shower and then went in search of a towel. ok guys he's not naked don't get any ideas! While he was waiting for the water to heat up, he pressed the play button on the answer machine to hear his new messages. He was so intent on his messages that he never saw the dark cloud glide in from under the front door.
The first message was from a college buddy, yabbing about how they should keep in touch over the summer. The second, a doctors appointment, and the last was from . . . Sora.
"Hey Matt, I just, well I wanted to ask if . . . maybe you wanted to go do something today? Well, your not home, but when you get back call me, and we can go do something—if you want to. I mean, you don't have to. I'd understand if you didn't want to but—well just call me back!" The 'beep' signaling the end of the messages rang, and Matt's chest fell remembering the good times he had had with Sora. They had gone out for nearly two years, but then . . . then his feelings for Kari grew.
A deep pain filled him. Why had he treated Sora like that. She was a nice girl, she was just—not Kari. Matt shook his head, again with Kari. Get over her. You have to! She's Tk's old girlfriend!!!
Pulling himself from those frustrated thoughts, he found himself thinking of Sora again. She hadn't exactly treated him well either. The night that he had caught her and Tai kissing behind the gym—that had ended it. She had sworn that it was an accident but . . .
Matt shook the pain off. He had been no better, thinking of Kari like he had been. Only he hadn't acted on his feelings—he couldn't!
Behind him the dark cloud crept around the kitchen wall, hidden in the shadows, overjoyed with the sudden deepening of Friendships depression. Oh yes, he could be well used.
Still oblivious to the menacing threat, Matt sighed and looked at the clock. It was almost nine. Realizing that it was too late for him and Sora to get together like she had proposed, he decided that the least he could do was call her back.
The dark cloud drew closer. So close. Just a bit further and it could strike.
Dialing her number he waited for her to pick up, but she never did. Wondering where she could be at such a late hour, he decided to leave a message anyway, "Hey Sora, this is Matt. Sorry I didn't call you earlier I just—"
And that's when it struck.
An over powering fear shot through Matt's body. Unable to control his body he tumbled to the floor, sending the phone to the ground as well. His eyes wide with an unknown fear he gasped for breath. He couldn't breath!
His vision began to blur, then refocus. He desperately flung his arms about for anything to hold on to. He felt like he was falling! Then suddenly the fear turned to rage, and an over whelming desire to scream consumed his thoughts. Just as quickly as it had come however, he was back to the intense fear.
Laying helpless on the floor, he curled into a protective ball. Tearing at his hair, trying desperately to get something out. He wasn't sure what he was so afraid of, but he knew that it was on him, somewhere, crawling through his body, gnawing at his mind, tearing at his heart, burning all rational thought into a horrifying chaos.
The objects around him began to change shape, into old enemies, monstrous creatures from past nightmares, demons he had never met, all horrifying, all out to kill him.
A voice inside spoke then, a voice, that Matt had never heard before.
'They're coming for you Yamato. They're coming to get you.'
The voice, so evil, so devilish, Matt could sense a taunting laughter in the voice. Even so, the words sent a chill down Matt's spine, and for a brief moment, Matt believed the voice.
Letting out a horrified scream, Matt was consumed by the darkness of his unconscious.
Beside his curled, fetal form, lay the phone, and on the other end, the answer machine recorded.
So where was Sora? What the hell happened to Matt? Well you'll just have to see! Stay tuned, and thanks so much for all your wonderful reviews!
.erm and also, sorry if the next couple of chapters get random . . . if you don't like Taiora disregard the first half of the next chapter, its not terribly important. I don't even know why I put it in there. ::shrugs:: Although, for all you die hard 'I - have -to- read -every- -single- reference -to- yama -even -if- it's -a- minuet - detail' fans –like myself—there is a slight, and I mean slight, reference you might be interested in. Just wanted to give you guys a heads up. It's really nothing special though.
Ok well have a nice day!
Reion
June 'something or other', 2004