A Different View
By: Flying Fishes
Disclaimer: It's called Disclaimer for a reason.
Authoress Notes: It's short. And sort of cliché. And the angst was played off pretty badly. Apparently, I need to read more angst fics before I try to write one.
"Dark, come out. You need to eat." Emiko's tired voice wafted in through the doors.
Dark ignored her; just like he had ignored her for the last two weeks.
"Dark, come out, please?"
She pleaded. She begged. He stayed.
Emiko sighed. It wasn't like he really wanted to ignore her. He just couldn't hear her.
It was always the same. Had been for two weeks. Had been since Daisuke died; and Dark pretty much with him. Every time Emiko walked into Daisuke's room, now Dark's room, she was always treated to the same sight: Dark, sitting on the couch, staring at a sight only he had been witness to.
Dark had never even told her how her son had died. She just accepted it. Or that's how everyone else viewed it.
How could any mother really accept her son's death?
And it was especially painful since she had to accept two.
She was tired. Both physically and mentally. Trying to persuade her second son to eat took more energy out of her than she thought. Not like it really helped anyway.
What hurt Emiko most was probably just the helplessness of it all. She had only felt this once before: when she was little and her mother had died.
It was terrible. She had felt lonely, pitiful and even a little deserted. But back then, she had been able to take precautions. She had been able to make sure that that never happened to her or anyone around her. This was different. This was beyond her.
Her strength only went so far. Now that there was a constant pain in her chest, it gave out even faster. It was, in essence, a wound that would never heal; and it wasn't the kind that would leave a scar. It wasn't the kind that makes people stronger either. It was the kind that just stays open no matter how you try to close it.
Not to say she didn't try, but the healing process was very slow. Everything seemed to go slow nowadays. Time only passes when you have fun.
Taking care of a body with no mind isn't exactly a great source of fun.
Dark was still somewhere in his own mind. He was the only person alive who was with Daisuke when he died. Something had happened. Something very cruel if even Dark, who had witnessed hundreds of deaths before, would lose himself to it.
Sometimes she just wanted to break down into Kousuke's arms and cry. That's what all the doctors told her to do. But it wouldn't help. Nothing would happen except that Kousuke would have a new charge on his hands; and he definitely didn't need that on top of taking care of her father, pleading Dark to come out, and comforting Emiko at night.
For now, she just had to go through this life, and hope that Daisuke was happy. She couldn't really say the same for Dark; because Dark was still searching, searching for Daisuke…
Echhhhhhhhh.
I love Daisuke to bits, but I can't write him for my life, so I didn't tell how he died.