Title: Soul by The Zazu
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon Adventure.
Author's Note: I have never written about this character and I haven't seen any fiction about him lately. You know, I hate it when certain characters get ignored because they aren't as popular as others. :( Saddening, really. Anyway, as I always say, read on and enjoy.
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Chapter One: Soul
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"I wish they would only take me as I am."
-- Vincent Van Gogh
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Legato.
A soft, soulful sound caressed the air, lilting with the soft breeze trickling in through the wide bay windows. The tone was melancholy, but at the same time sweet and simple. The tune swirled in intricate patterns, letting the smooth sound only produced by strings fill the air. A hand moved up and down, moving the bow gently across the violin's taut strings. The sound had to be perfect. Another hand delicately touched upon the violin, adding to the harmonious melody.
Crescendo.
The strings vibrated gently, as the slender bow moved across the strings with extreme expertise. The pale, white hand began to move faster, creating the very image of tension and anger. Slim fingers darted across the instrument, once again deepening the enraged aura. Such a melody was so sorrowful and infuriated it was beautiful, yet painful to the ears. It expressed was within. A pair of jet-black eyes directed their gaze on the work at hand, gleaming with a joyful light. Music was this artist's passion.
Decrescendo.
The tune softened from its angered state, falling back to its quiet, saddened stage. The man calmly continued to play, a tiny smile curving at his rosy lips. The mourn that had welled up inside him over years only could be expressed as music, for words could not express the hurt and shame he felt.
Fine.
The lovely sound ended abruptly, the continuity of the music ruined. The man set the violin on his lap cautiously and guided his wheelchair to the vast windows in front of him. There he was, in a beautiful mansion, in a cream-colored living room with a magnificent grand piano looking out on awesome country greenery.
The richness of his surroundings could not cure him. Not ever.
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"Terra Force!" The cry of Wargreymon resounded. The magnificent mega evolution of Agumon let go of the huge ball of fire in his hands, letting the attack hit the formidable figure of Daemon. Daemon merely chuckled softly, easily flitting away from the attack, his maroon robes swirling behind him. It was seven years after the destruction of Malomyotismon (Belial Vamdemon) and the rather freakish appearance of Daemon. The Digidestined, now around their twenties, had to once again put Daemon in his place.
And everything was going downhill.
It seemed as if Daemon could evade every single attack directed to him. It was absolutely inhuman. Yagami Taichi watched his team of digidestined fight in horror. They weren't getting anywhere. They needed more strength – perhaps from Gennai. Taichi rubbed his temples already feeling his hair turn gray. Life was not good. "C'mon guys," he cried out hoarsely. A small sound of despair entered his voice. 'God, we're going to lose.. for the first time...' he thought despondently
23-year-old Kido Jyou turned to face his companion with a reassuring grin on his face. For once it appeared that 'fraidy-cat' Jyou had lost all his cowardice. "Uh, Taichi, don't give up?" he suggested in his own feeble manner, continuing to keep a smile on his face. "I have it under control." The pair knew that it was a lie, but it was better than nothing. In a split second Taichi fell to his knees pointing towards fray with eyes full of unnatural terror.
"Jyou... watch... out."
A flash of bright light, then darkness.
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Jyou closed his eyes slowly, attempting to push away the memory that led him to the life he had now. Somehow, he had been rushed to a hospital. He sighed softly. Oh yeah, that worked all right. Jyou opened his eyes and stared down at his violin, cradling it softly. His long strands of blue hair fell into his eyes, obscuring the tears forming.
Jyou couldn't walk anymore.
The 30-year-old had been paralyzed from waist down, making his life difficult. What made it even more difficult and shameful was the fact that the leader of the Digidestined, Yagami Taichi had put the blame on himself. Jyou trembled softly. It hurt seeing this strong man in such a way... Taichi always was the strongest, for everybody. Just as Jyou had always been the weakest. That's the only reason he blamed himself... Everyone knew I was the invalid Digidestined... I tried not to be. I tried so hard.
Jyou continued to stare silently at his precious violin. Afterwards, everyone had treated him with utmost sympathy and acted as if he was a fragile, porcelain doll always at the risk of being broken. His father always looked at him with disappointment shining in his eyes; something he could not bear. Mr. Kido always wished that his son would become a doctor... but who had heard of a paralyzed doctor? Jyou felt as if he had shattered the dreams of the ones around him. Slowly, the young man fell into a mute withdrawal and became an empty shell. Now people also believed he was mentally retarded.
A chill tear slipped down his cheek.
This is why he had come here, to the countryside, far away from the ones he had hurt and the ones that had hurt him.
The man lifted the violin to his chin once more, letting the tears fall freely. Dark eyes stared into the distance.
"I'm finding my soul..."
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Author's Note: It was an okay story. I love the beginning. Love, hate – share it all with me. Reviews would be lovely.