No Name
By Dark Angel
I so do not own Digimon. I just own the poor idea, Dozu, and most of the teams that will be mentioned later. I do hope you like the story and plot!
I walk down the two flights of stairs and walk up to the door that has my parents name on it. I can't believe that after everything that has happened I have come home. I raise my fist and knock on the door. Here goes, no turning back now, I think as the door swings open.
"Hello, may I help you?"asks my mom.
"I just moved in upstairs and I noticed we have the same last name" I say smiling at my mom.
"Taichi, is that you?" asks my mom.
"You guessed it, how have you been mom" I say taking off my black sunglasses to let her see my eyes.
"Taichi" she gasps hugging me close to her. "Come in and let me get a good look at you." She steps aside to let me in.
I walk in and stand in the light so she can get a good look at how her son turned out. I'm wearing an open blue sleeveless vest with red flames on each side, my chest is bandaged. I'm wearing blue cargo jeans with a black belt, my gun holster can be seen with my gun in it. I have on black boots, a thin black ring on my left hand, two of right fingers are duck taped, and I have on fingerless blue gloves.
I'm also wearing my red spiked chocker; a silver spiral pendant is hanging from the chocker as well as three strings moving from the chocker to my belt buckle. I'm wearing dog tags, and I have a stud earring with three small sticks hanging from it in my right ear. I know she can see the yellow tattoo of my courage crest. If she looks at my back without the vest on she can see some of the ancient symbols tattooed on my back and a number tattooed on the small of my back.
"My, you sure have changed your style," says mom looking up at my face.
"I've changed in the past eight years. This is how I normally dress for days out. This isn't even my work clothes" I say smiling.
"I see, in all your letters you have never once told us what you do for a job" speaks mom.
"I saw no reason to tell you, besides I'm on vacation for I don't know how long. So visiting will not be a problem. Here's my cell phone number. I answer it all the time. It is on all day and night long. I have two batteries for it, so don't worry about it dying on me" I say handing her a piece of paper with my cell on it and my apartment number on it.
"Thank you, your father was disappointed in you for running away like you did" speaks Mom looking into my eyes for the first time in a very long time.
"Oh so, what did the old man say about it?" I ask her already knowing what he might have said about me.
"He said, that you were a no good son, that you should never come back home or show your face around him ever again. He'll be home in five minutes, so you should leave," sighs Mom getting up and moving to hug me out of the apartment.
"Mom" I start grabbing her. "I'm not afraid of father anymore. I've met meaner and tougher, and stronger men than him and have survived. I'll survive father."
"Alright if you can stand up to him, stay. Would you like something to eat, drink?" she asks standing up to move to the kitchen.
"Something to drink would be nice, just a glass of milk will do" I answer her watching her move around.
"You used to never want to drink milk when you were younger" speaks Mom pouring the milk into a glass.
"Yeah I know but getting older teaches you things you need to know. At one point I was forced to go to the doctors and I found out that I was lacking in calcium and the doc said that I should drink Milk to get it up and to keep it up" I shrug drinking from the glass.
"I see," says Mom smiling up at me, as I had grown taller than her, we had moved to my old room.
"I'm home, honey" comes dad's voice.
"In Tai's room dear" yells Mom turning to look at me.
I walk around my room, touching a few of my things. I smile at the memories my things bring me. I sit down at the desk where my laptop used to sit; trying to remember what it was like to be a teen with many dreams that did die.
"Honey, what are you doing in here" speaks Father walking into the room before stopping and looking at me.
"Hello father" I say not turning to look at him.
"How dare you step foot back into this house after you broke your mothers heart by running away?" yells Father looking at me with harsh disappointment.
"Running away, I don't remember running away. I remember leaving to start a new life somewhere where I was needed and wanted" I say not turning to look at him.
"You disappoint me! How can you return here after you left us behind?" yells Father most likely with his hands on his hips.
"I return because I'm on vacation from work. What better way to spend time off than with your family" I say turning to look at him with a smile on my face.
"Get out! Get out of my sight! I don't want a worthless son!" yells Father pointing to the doorway.
"Worthless you say, I don't know about that. I mean, I have a descent life. I have enough money right now that I don't have to work for the next twenty years if I so chose. I don't think I would call that worthless" I say standing up. "Well Mother, I believe I have over stayed my welcome. If you could please give me Hikari's address and phone number, so I can get in touch with her."
"Sure" smiles Mom walking out of the room.
I follow her as Father follows me. I smile, thank her, tell her I'll be by at some other time and say good bye to both my parents. I sigh as the door shuts behind me. I can already hear Father yelling at Mother. I take out my phone and dial Agumon's cell number.
"Agumon here, you ready to go! I'm starved" says Agumon most likely hungry by now.
"Yeah, I am" I say hanging up the phone.
I walk to the stairs and wait for Agumon to come down them before continuing down the stairs. To the small shop near the apartment complex to pick up some food, good thing Agumon knows how to cook or I would starve to death. After we go shopping for enough food for a week, we head back to the apartment.
Agumon cooks us dinner and afterwards I pick up the phone number to my sister's house. I wonder what she sounds like, looks like, who's she married to, does she have kids? I ask myself a couple of these questions. I wonder if she wants to talk to me after so long of not talking.
I haven't seen nor talked to her except my letters to her without a return address. She must be worried sick about my health, because she hasn't seen me to make sure my letters are telling the truth.
LATER Folks
End of Chapter Five: Mom Dad.