A/N: Rather excessive swearing in this one, I'm afraid...but I figured, they're adults now, so...enjoy! Thanks to all those who reviewed!
Summary: (Season 1) Mistakes are dangerous things. Is it even possible to walk straight into the future, just like that? The digidestines didn't think so. Until now.
Disclaimer: Do I look like I'm rich enough to own Digimon? (eyes scruffy jeans)
Warnings: Um…dodgy, confusing plot line? Potential slash. Nothing heavy.
I'd like to think I've improved as a writer since this was written; but comments would be appreciated nonetheless.
Chapter six: Conversations…sort of
Taichi
I feel sick.
Seriously, I think, one more sharp turn around a bend, and my lunch is history.
Did I have lunch?
Fine, then my breakfast is history. Whichever, I'm still gonna hurl. It's strange, I've never felt car sick before.
'Stop kidding yourself, Tai.'
Woah, freaky, my brain is now talking to me, and in a voice which sounds uncannily like Kari's! I think I have finally lost it…
'(Sigh) How do I live with you?'
Now, that is just not nice! I put up with your incessant whining, you shut down on me whenever I am in a situation of hazardous doom, and now, you insult me! I wonder if I can buy a new brain…
'I think not.'
Shut up.
'No.'
Screw you.
'Bite me.'
I can't, you're my fucking brain!
'…whatever.'
Don't start sounding like Matt, now.
Uh oh, tummy alert…
'Are you quite finished?'
Shut.the.hell.up. You're the brains of the operation, why don't you tell my stomach to stop throwing up its lining?
'Was that a pun?'
(Blink) Huh?
'Never mind. You're impossible.'
Oh yeah? Well you are improbable.
'(Blink) Huh?'
Hah! You have been domesticated!
'Please, give me a hemmerage now…'
'…………………………………………………………………………….'
I just had a conversation with my brain.
I wonder whether that orange juice this morning had been in the sun too long? Or perhaps it was the out of date French mustard yesterday…
"Sir? We have arrived at our destination."
Awww, crap. Why do chauffeurs have to spout all that fancy shit anyway? Damn, I am swearing a lot today.
'Nervous, are we?'
No. Why should I be? It's only…it's…oh fine, whatever. A little.
'Hmmmm. I see.'
Why do you sound like Joe now?
'I am comprised of common or familiar voices, stored in your molecular long term memory banks. Does that answer your question?'
No.
'…I didn't think it would.'
My brain's gone to play snooker with my brain cells now. Jerk. Oh well, at least it won't be butting in every now and then.
Hey, that guy is looking at me weirdly.
Crap, did I say that out loud?
Smoooooth, Kamiya.
"If you would follow me, Sir, I'll lead you too the viewing room, where you may watch the landing. When the area is clear, I shall come again to take you to the plateau." I nod, not trusting myself to speak. What, now I've switched to narrative mode? Maybe lack of sleep is getting to me.
The assistant has left now. I'm in a room with white walls, and bright blue, uncomfy looking seats. Ambassador in style, hey?
It makes it seem so much better if I tell it like a story. Not my story. Not me, here, waiting to meet him again.
Don't think about that, don't think about that…
Hey, if this really was a story, this would be a good place to end this chapter…
…damnit.
Didn't work.
It worked last time.
Oh, well…
Someone's knocking on the door.
"Excuse me, Sir, someone to see you."
Why can't that assistant just leave me alone? Git.
The door closes.
Silence.
"Tai?"
I swing wildly round. Then smirk. I should have known. What did I do to deserve him? He puts up with me, stands by me, lets me just sit and complain about the stupidest things, waiting patiently…well, okay, with slight annoyance, but hey, you'd expect that.
I fling myself at him, arms wrapped around his yellow neck, smiling stupidly. He grunts, large green eyes widening in surprise.
"Did I ever tell you I love you?"
Agumon laughed, and pushed me gently away.
"You need to lose weight...or maybe height, Tai. It's awkward, hugging you when you're twice my size." I shrug, moving over towards the opposite wall, which is made entirely of glass. I stare out at the tarmac landing site below me, jeeps and NASA initiates scuttling across it like ants.
"Are you alright, Tai?"
"No."
Agumon sighed.
"Well, at least you were honest with me this time."
"Yeah."
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Uh…green?"
Agumon came and stood by me, tapping the glass with one long claw.
"You said something about Gabumon receiving the Armour Egg Award?"
"Yeah. I'm supposed to be presenting it."
"Ouch."
"Uh huh."
Silence.
"Attention, all staff. Received message: landing due in three minutes. All initiates to their stations, please."
I slide down the wall and lean my head against the cool glass, folding my legs beneath me. So. Three minutes. Two minutes to emerge. Five minutes till I'll see him…I mean, Matt, might as well start saying it…again.
Jesus.
Four minutes…
Three minutes…
Two minutes…
What the fuck is that noise?
Oh, yeah…the rocket. Or spacecraft. Or whatever the hell it is.
"Agumon?"
"Yes, Tai?"
"Tell me I'll pull through."
"You'll pull through, Tai."
"Thanks, pal."
"Anytime."
"I'm gonna throw up now. Excuse me."
Yamato
God, I hate this.
This waiting. I feel like I want time to slow down, to give me time to think. Then I want it to go fast, get it over with.
Will he be there?
Of course he will. Like Tai would ever resist a sneaky act like that without wanting to pummel the shit out of me.
Unless…he's changed.
But Tai would never change, would he?
Right?
"Hey, Ishida, you okay, man?"
"Wha…? Oh….yeah."
"You don' look it."
"I'm fine, really."
He shrugs, and turns away. I groan. I am so not ready for this.
I am pathetic.
Two years, and I still have nothing to say to him? To them? I don't even want to think about any of the others yet…just take them one at a time…
Some bearer of the crest of friendship…
I miss them all. Terribly. I won't deny it. Everything will have changed…God, Amie and Henri will have started school, Sora…
Do.not.think.about.her.
Let's deal with the task at hand, Yamato. Tai…what the hell am I going to say? Do? Jesus, I am in deep shit here…
"Matt?"
Gabumon. I'm glad he's here. Sometimes I wonder who is the wisest, the St Bernard or me. Probably the former.
"What's wrong, Matt?"
I sigh. Somehow, I can't hold it in.
"Tai will be there."
Gabumon says nothing.
"At the landing."
"Why?"
I smile.
"Can't tell."
He sighs slightly. I blink.
"What is it?"
"Well…can you try and avoid a scene? And remember, Tai is not the sort of person who just forgives and forgets."
Wise guy…
Huh…
We must be entering the atmosphere. I really should be worrying about my life, but…what the fuck am I going to do about my social life!
'Dunno…why don't you try not having one? You suck at it, anyway…'
Mmmhmmm…okay…my brain is talking to me. Great. Terrific. Now I'm going insane, just to rub it in.
'(Sigh) Like peas in a pod…'
Huh?
'Ditto.'
Maybe I should try not thinking…
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………………………………….fuck…
Didn't work. Ah well. Just a few more minutes, and the worst will be over. Maybe. Perhaps.
On the other hand, the worst could have just begun.
Shit,shit,shit…
Maybe, just maybe…
Nah…
Or perhaps…?
Nope.
Why do I get the feeling I'm in trouble here?
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