Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
Summary: This will be a stream of consciousness piece even though Daisuke as a very limited understanding of the English language. (as we all know, not putting him down though because he is one of my fav. characters). Enjoy!
Daisuke sat on the forest floor, the lush, rotting vegetation surrounding his corpse of the living. He was unsure when he last ate but to him, hunger was only a state of contemplating, whether or not should he gratitude his bodies rock solid demand, the demand of peace and mind. The meaning of starving was not an issue with the boy only his well being of life and death, the statements of his purpose and decease. The well being of the fellow leeches he called friends and finally the assumption that everything was in fact part of a societies function like a Jamaican hut being constructed by the members of an old order, later to be formed around this very hut.
Apple pie, its flavor of sweet and bitter hatred, tastes almost to familiar. Like a bad taste of the morning flavor and the taste of lust and betrayal. One that isn't quite as easily defined as the flavor of the stone walls in Stonehenge, always standing, never at all bowing to any ones power's that be and will be. Standing unlike the small distasteful vermin's that seem to overwhelm the sewage system with their evil propaganda to rule and take control of the world. Soon, after the fall of George Bush and Stephen Harper, it will fall upon the vermin of the incompetent reign and control the national and international realms that sustain the economy that affects the recipe to mom's perfect and sweet apple pie.
A knife, an instrument of choice to the bearers of tree loggers and the local police force with the exception of the local drug dealers, attempting to make their impact the world's economy as well and through the valued goods that keep the costumers to return with a great thought and theory of why the are much needed to sustain the flow of life and humanity. A way for the ordinary person to lose his/hers ordinary title and submerge from a communist world and earn title of super being and create a new democracy, even though democracy is not even defined in today's world of confusion. The lush plants tell me that there is such a democracy that exists, only through momentarily glimpses of George Bush's sly grin and Stephen Harpers gestures.
A lack of a full functioning mind suspects a theory to create a new genre of possibilities. The theories aren't fully described and understood, but with a lot of therapeutic medicine, and a new wave of Russian frigates invading the breaches and outskirts of all Democratic countries, which really don't actually call them selves communists even though they choose to be, and invade the countries with TV dinners and a can of Orangina, thus leading to a new and improved society where democracy will exist and break through the worlds solemn gripping hold of fear. If only there was the one that could work a microwave, so that the Russians can fully operate the battle plan.
(Story)
Daisuke took the knife and began to cut branches off the trees, to collect firewood and begin a new life of existing on his own, forgetting those who forget him and laugh at his stupid ideas. Just then, he heard the bushes rustling, and looked over to see who it was. It was Tai and Mimi, who must have returned from last night. 'Maybe Yamato sent out them to find me or something. Should I listen to them? Or simply ignore them?' thought Daisuke as he looked up at the brown spiky haired boy.
"Davis, what's wrong?" asked an innocent Mimi, as she came into full view.
Daisuke didn't know how to comprehend or grasp what he wanted to say. "They won't…."began Daisuke as his tongue became easily twisted, "accept me."
Tai looked at him. "I know what you mean…" Tai was shortly cut off, as Daisuke was going to give Tai a piece of his mind.
"No Tai, you don't. You have Mimi. Stop it with all your bullshit. You can't say that. I'm by myself, always. Yeah sure they'll talk to me, for a while, but when they get bored, they always ditch me. So now, I think it's better for me to live on my own and work only for myself." explained Daisuke as he inched closer to Tai.
"You know nothing of what my family has gone through. My mom has cancer, and is very sick, and I can't let her down. My sister was raped. My dad won't even see me any more, because he saw me crying from me finding out that my mom had cancer" shrieked Daisuke as he began to uncontrollably sob.
Daisuke was ashamed at himself once again. He was crying. He let his mom down again. He didn't want to. He wanted to be strong like Jun. Strong like her. But he wasn't. Mimi inched closer, as Daisuke backed up a little, from his current position.
"Please don't get any closer." begged Davis as he looked her in the face.
He saw the look of help, and love, a face of someone who wanted to help. Then, he turned to face Tai. He too had the very glimmer in his eyes, as he knew both wanted to help. Dizziness overwhelmed him. He didn't sleep at all that night, and fell to the ground. He wanted to be loved and cared for, but the others did so to everyone else, even Hikari, as gentle and sweet as she usually was, seemed to care or want to converse of his past. He wished that there would be someone to care for him, someone in his life, to help him through his hard times. But it seemed that he was unable to break the holds firm death grip.
Finally he just closed his eyes, as he lay on the ground, and fell sound asleep. Tai and Mimi rushed over to the boys sound slumber and Tai picked up the slumbering boy. "He's asleep. He's just tired. I think we should take him back." Added Tai, as he held the resting Daisuke, and began to walk back to the camp site.
As Mimi walked over, she noticed that there was a carving in the tree. It had Daisuke's name imprinted unto it, and then had massive scratches and x's through it too. She felt worried for the troubled teen, as she finally caught up with Tai.
Back at the camp, Joe was searching for his stolen knife. He thought that he might have misplaced it. "Where's my knife?" Asked Joe, as he searched for it, too make some more kindling for the fire pit.
"I don't know, Joe. Ask Ken and the rest." Replied Koushiro, as he rubbed Joe's back in a comforting motion.
Joe approached Yolei and Ken, and asked if they had seen it lying around any where. "No Joe, we haven't seen your knife, but maybe they do!" pointed out Yolei, as she pointed into the direction as she noted that Mimi and Daisuke, carried by Tai, where approaching them.
Joe ran over to see the lifeless boy. "What happened?" Asked Joe, as he looked at Tai.
"He's very tired and confused. I think you should talk to him after he wakes up. He needs help." Added Tai, as Davis's snores were very loud and obnoxious.
Joe took the body from his hands and laid the body beside the camp fire, to check to see if Tai's conclusions were indeed right after all.
After Joe took Daisuke from Tai, Mimi and Tai climbed into a vacant tent, as Mimi began to cry uncontrollably as she told Tai what she had seen. They were greatly worried of Daisuke's intentions. But they were going to help him through his rocky life. Later they fell asleep holding each into a brief nap.