Disclaimer: I don't own digimon. Not even close. So far away.

I'm so sorry! I haven't updated for like ever, but I had writers block, A REALLY BAD CASE OF IT! So sorry, I'll make it up somehow I promise. But all my imagination had was the beginning and only the beginning. My writing style has changed over the years, I just started high school. So uh yeah… Anyways back to my fellow digimon members.

My Harry Potter addiction took over my fan fiction time, I'm so sorry.

-Chapter 2-

Awakening the second sight

His sense extended farther then his previous sight ever would. He got into the microscopic level of feeling the room around him. Slowly finding his chair, he eased down gently, making sure that he would be good and secure. The chair was worn down from overuse, assuming that it was an office he was in now. There was a faint buzzing sound in the upper right corner of the room. So familiar with the way his tech friend always had it on at school, home, lunch, everywhere. A computer.

Footsteps… so very faint but he could hear them. 20 feet, 15 feet, 10 feet, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The door creaked open, the hinges needed oil he mused. A bustle of movement from one person, he had a lab coat on from the sound of the way it brushed around him, he worse a pair of jeans below it, because of it's scratchy sound.

A tie, by the way his clearing of thought seemed a bit repressed. Faint clicking was heard at the computer, he was typing something. Weird thing was that each tap and click had a distinct taste in his head. It was odd, but it made him feel different. He should be much more sad since his loss of hearing, but he wasn't. For the first time he was glad, glad that the limitation set upon him was no in deed a cruel twist of fate.

But instead a stroke of good luck, it was really ironic he thought. His class had been in health class during that time, and they were showing a video on rehabilitation for the handicapped, what made it ever more ironic was it was on blind people, and what they did to compensate with their handicap. What ever didn't kill him, made him stronger.

But thinking a bit back he knew that this blindness was going to kill one of his true happiness in the world. To watch her grow into a woman that he would always love, but never ever touch as more then friends. He was fine with that, if they couldn't be lovers then they would be the best of friends. He could live with the façade that he was always second best in her world. Hoping that his handicap wouldn't hold him back to spend time with her, or make the other's feel pity.

Then it dawned on him, the others, what would they say? What would they think? What would they do? He panicked, then calmed, then his ears perked up of the obvious clearing of the throat. "It seems that you have been burned in the eyes with a lighter, from what the information is telling me I believe your name is Motomiya Daisuke," a gruff sounding man of around 68 would sound.

How had he describe the man so well in front of him, without laying eyes on him once? "No I was sliced in the eye, the lighter just gave me a blind spot that I never saw the dagger," I replied slowly, memories of the event rushing back to me, like a tidal wave of reminiscence. Giving much he had to ponder over of for the next few days.

"You'll start rehabilitation tomorrow, you'll be allowed to go home in a week or so depending on your progression," He had not even thought about going home, it would be too odd for him to return to the bed he had slept in for so many months after all that had happened. It was like, drinking a bottle of the freshest tropical juice, then returning to drink plain tap water forever.

It went, and flew past him within seconds. He would be returning, and he smiled at that. "You'll start on the brail system, so that you can relearn the Japanese language from the basics," he made it sound so normal, and did it in such a monotone voice that it angered him for some reason. Here he was blind, he wasn't weak, but a little sympathy and comfort would go along ways right now.

"You'll also need a dog," the man again repeated in his bland tone, "That won't be necessary, my friend would gladly help me, as he follows me where ever I go" hoping that it didn't let on too much that had a digimon, as they were still a secret. "You mean your small dinosaur like friend, Veemon," he said with a bit of an all knowing sort of voice.

I just slowly nod, a bit confused also a bit infuriated that he acted so high and mighty. "He came in with you, little guy wouldn't let you go. Kept ranting on about how you needed him really bad, but he's ok now," he answered my questions simply. I felt a bit of warmth coming from that man, he was smiling. It was a nice feeling, you don't really feel the expressions of the other people.

Feeling everything is something else entirely, everything you thought you knew isn't. The things you thought we're breathtaking were now unimpressive, the things that irked you feel like they are godly. You take appreciation to things you take for granted the most when you lose them. Like now, my sight now gone. I miss it, I can live without it by it makes my life that much harder.

Kinda funny… the things we take for granted, are the things we miss the most when they're gone. I smiled, a simple smile. Unbroken, untainted, innocent smile that I hadn't done since a child. I wasn't evil, perverted, or senile by any means but I hadn't had a true pure smile since I was a boy. It was something I felt good about doing, something untouched by the hands of the world.

"Seeing as how you are seemingly doing fine, you should get a pair of sunglasses for your eyes. While they don't look damage if they look into your eyes, they can see that your pupils are unfocused and slight dilated." I nodded, it was some of the things I had expected to come with being blind. I heard more scratching of ink etching into paper, the soft thud of it smacking against the clipboard.

Probably filling out my problem I mused. "You may go now Motomiya," the doctor said with a bored tone. I just got up from the room, stretched a bit and walked out. That is before I realized I needed to get my old clothes back because the hospital gown was really making me chaff. It's artificially created clothing really makes one feel odd with ones self.

I shuffled down the hall way, recalling every turn and twist I did, I reversed my turns and retraced my steps. It was odd, I always did have a bad memory but now I could recall everything from the top of my head. When I reached my room I turned the knob, in my head I was doing odd calculations. The knob was made of copper and a nickel alloy. Fairly new, it was probably 4 months old. The wood was a nice cedar, and walnut oil finish, two layers.

It freaked me out, I mean I did know what they were. I used to do shop classes and such, metal wielding and carpentry always did interest me, but I never really had a knack for it. Now I could tell what it was made of, and all the things that had occurred to it just by touching out? Maybe this blind thing would work out really nice for me.

Smiling I walked into the room, only to get the wind knocked out of me. The IV was next to my bed, and I was supposed to go to the other side to reach my clothes. Maybe being blind wasn't all that great. I quickly undressed my self from my annoying plastic gown, and donned my natural clothes. It felt good to be back in comforting clothes, the way the fabric brushes against your skin. Providing warmth and security.

I slowly walk out until I feel a little plop on my head, the same feeling I've felt over hundreds of times. "Hi demiveemon," I acknowledged to him. "How did you know it was my Davish?" he asked in all his naïve glory. I felt the familiar brush, the slight giggle, the childish attitude. It was him no doubting about it, "cause you've done this lots of times buddy, I can tell it's you always," I informed him. He let out another giggle, which caused a chain reaction of me chuckling.

We walked out towards the opening, as I heard Jun rush towards me again. She grabbed my arm and guided me out, "We'll be waiting at the car," I heard my dad say, as mom finished talking to the receptionist at the front desk. I felt Jun let go of my hand, and go ahead of me. Deep in her own thoughts. I nudged Demiveemon, by tickling him on the side a bit. He yawned a bit, falling asleep during the long walk to the front of the hospital.

"I'm gonna need you to be eyes now, I need to describe new places for me cause I can't see anymore," I replied in a fake tone, my voice hinting at how sad I was despite how this was going to make me better. I could feel my partner's heartstrings be plucked on a sullen note. Then I felt a grin, "Best friends forever, Davish?" he asked in a toddler's adolescent voice.

"Yeah, best friends forever," I declared to him.

-End Chapter 2-

I hope you like my story, since I stopped it most of the original ideas are gone now. Also my writing style has changed a lot, I hope it still reaches your standards. Shiva out.