Hey you all: sorry for the eternally long wait. Real life and writers block took me down for awhile. Yeah… and starting new fics probably didn't help at all.
So Enjoy!
Hazards through the sand
Chapter Four: In the stars of dreams- Part One
Guilmon was sad, his mood completely opposite that of his usual cheery disposition. His Takatomon wasn't there; Takatomon before had always been there.
Now, though, Takato was in some place called a hospital, in something called a coma ward. How did Takatomon get in a coma anyway?
In fact, why didn't the tamers just take Takato out of the coma thingy?
He'd ask Renamon. She'd had said she would be back soon.
Guilmon sighed sadly. Takatomon's parentmon had told him that they would try to get a place for him to stay till Takato got better.
"Takatomon…" he whispered. He wanted his partner… Takato always made everything right again.
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It is said; life is ruled by destiny. It chooses ones path and final choices, not that many people cared for that fact.
Duo Maxwell didn't believe in destinyFirst, he'd lived as an orphan on the streets, then within the caring walls of the Maxwell church. Later he'd gone on to be a gundam pilot. He'd made his own destiny without the help of Fate and he'd be damned if he let her stick her nose in his business now
There was also one big reason the braided teen didn't believe in destiny, something he could never forgive.
Destiny had taken Quatre away. He regarded the blonde as his younger brother and losing him had felt like a knife had ripped his soul to shreds.
The purple-eyed youth sighed, and stared silently out a window of the safe house. A black starless sky met his gaze while the houselights were pretty much all off. Along with houselights were pretty much all off.
"Quatre… what would you make of the world now… is it like you hoped it would be?" he whispered softly.
He shook his head. And pulled his mind away from such sad thoughts. For the pilot of Sandrock would never be able to answer him.
Looking at the clock he blinked; he hadn't realized it was such a late hour. He went to his bed and flopped… yes flopped: down onto it, turning the small light off in the room. He soon fell asleep.
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The nurse checked the health of the comatose boy. All was well. except the fact that he was comatose. The doctors had no ideas or even theories of what had caused his condition. There weren't any marks on his body to prove it had been caused by trauma to the head.
Everyday his parents would visit at some point, and after school many of his friends would visit.
"Poor boy stuck in the hospital… at least your friends visit regularly," the nurse said before she left the room.
This was the end of the second week Takato had been comatose.
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"Geeze, how many digimon have to appear in two days?" Kazu said. for the last few days ten digimon had emerged into the real world. Thankfully, all low level.
"Less talking, more card slashing," Kenta said. Kazu sighed it seemed to him that when Takato wasn't around to fight more digimon appeared.
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It was early morning when Duo woke. Yawning he got out of bed. He ran a hand through his hair, frowning at how greasy it felt.
'A shower would do me good' he thought. Thankfully Lady Une had gotten them a place where each of them had a room with its own full bathroom attached, so they didn't have to share.
Soon, Duo was under a spray of warm water he was in the shower with his hair undone. Due to the water it clung to his wet body. He sighed as the water warmed him.
He loved showers, they were warm and seemed to cleanse the body of all dirt quickly.
As he washed, Duo's thoughts drifted to the last time he had seen Quatre.
/Flashback/
"Are you sure you don't want me to come Q-ball?" Duo asked grinning. The Platinum blond smiled. His blue eyes filled with warmth.
"I'll be fine Duo, so you don't have to worry. I'll be back in a week before you know it," Quatre responde., Duo nodded.
"Well, if you feel that way. It's just…" he said trailing off. He frowned.
"Duo?" Quatre asked concerned.
"I just feel you shouldn't go," Duo said, a bad feeling at the back of his mind.
"You've just watched too many horror moves Duo. I'll be fine. I'll even bring you souvenirs from my trip," Quatre said cheerfully.
"I guess, but be careful Quat," Duo said seriously.
"I promise, see you in a week," Quatre said, then walked up the path to the shuttle.
/End Flashback/
Duo turned off the water, his shower done. Grabbing a towel, he began the process of drying his mass of hair. He scrubbed his hair dry hard, guilt weighing him down.
He would feel guilt for the rest of his life, knowing that if he had listened to Feeling of dread and stopped Quatre…. The other boy would still be alive.
"Forgive me Quatre," he whispered, for he would never be able to forgive himself.
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He found himself in a large room, musical instruments against the walls. Takato blinked, for he had just noticed that most light seemed to be landing on a certain instrument.
It was a violin. He walked over to it and placed a hand on its warm surface.
Suddenly music filled the room. With a gasp he spun around and his eyes widened.
Standing in front of a music stand was himself, or more acutely a ghostly younger version of himself. From what he could tell, this version was before he had been found hurt and with amnesia.
The ghost version of himself was playing the violin he had just touched., Beside the younger version of himself he could just make out another figure playing a flute.
He was awestruck at how beautiful the music was. Maybe he would be able to talk to them in this endless confusing dreams.
Suddenly they were gone.
"No Wait!" he cried, reaching towards the spot they had been. But they stayed gone and not even touching the violin again would bring the music or figures back.
Sighing, he wandered on, never knowing what he would find next.
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Time held no meaning for Takato's friends. A few days could have passed since Takato fell comatose, or a year could have flown by and none of them would have known the difference.
Yet Takatos' friends didn't give up on him and visited him as much as they could… mind you. They couldn't visit as much as they wished due to too much school related and family related things.
Guilmon slept most of the time, not very energetic. He didn't see the need to do anything without his partner with him.
"Takatomon…" Guilmon whispered sadly. Even Calumon couldn't lift his depression.
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Trowa was annoyed, not that you could tell. It shouldn't be this hard to track down a group of kids who hanged around with giant creatures.
They knew what the creatures were now, digimon… and the only reason they found out was because Wufei had come across the card game.
'Joy, monsters have a card game of their own' he thought; then a humorous thought came to him.
'I wonder if they get royalties?'
TBCDon't worry; I'm already typing up the rest of this chapter, there will be at least one or two more parts!
Ja Ne