Title: Tributes

Chapter 2: Takuya

Disclaimer: I do not own, you do not sue. Or, the whole thing starting with 'Kay-fuzz does not own' and ends with, 'Kay-fuzz not a company. Kay-fuzz sad'.

Summary: Random poems, songfics, and other stuff in tribute to my favorite digimon characters. Current Tribute: Takuya Kanbara, Digimon 04: Frontier

Warning: Not sure what to put here... mreh.

Rating: G

Song: World on Fire by Sarah McLachlan (In bold itlaics)

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Hearts are worn in these dark ages
You're not alone in this story's pages
Night has fallen amongst the living and the dying
And I try to hold it in, yeah I try to hold it in

A boy with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes sat on the top of the fence, looking at the city. The wind ruffled the part of his hair which was not covered by his yellow hat, although it did get his red jacket. Underneath said jacket was a yellow T-shirt, with a black 'C' symbol on it.

Yellow and red- perfect colors for the Warrior of Flame.

The sun, now orange as it decended lower in the sky, lengthened his shadow on the grassy field behind him, on which played his younger sibling, Shinya, with his mother and father. They had decided for a picknick, to celebrate Shinya's birthday, as, although they had a party, Shinya wanted something outside.

And so did he.

Completely ignoring his family, he had decided to sit on the fence, looking at the city, at the sunset, and the patches of green here and there. Somewhere inside this city were his friends, that much he knew for sure. The other elemental Warriors.

The world's on fire and
It's more than I can handle
I dive into the water
(I try to pull my ship)
I try to bring more
More than I can handle
(Bring it to the table)
Bring what I am able

Although he felt very... lonely without the friends he had made during his little trip to the digital world, he felt more alone than ever without the one thing that would make him perfect.

The spirit of flame- Agunimon.

He sighed again, and tilted his head to let the last rays of the fun shine on his face. He had, lately, become obsessed with the sun- and yet, he never seemed to get a burn, or a tan- actually, he didn't get any paler than what he was, even with being out in the sun for hours on end. It had become his friend, his savior- if it wasn't for the sun, and it's strong, calming presence and the sight that showed there was untamed and perfect fire somewhere in the galaxy, he probably would have gone insane. However, this had a side effect.

He felt ridicuously cold at nights, when there was no sun- just the moon. Although the moon reflected the sun's light, it was mixed with the moon's own, and it was severely weakend. This annoyed him to no end, and he would shiver uncontrolably at how he thought the moon was stealing all the precious, warm energy only to reflect it's own cheep, cold version of it back at the Earth.

Of course, this had been happening for a good 65, 000 years at least- but he still didn't like the idea.

I watch the heavens and I find a calling
Something I can do to change this moment
Stay close to me while the sky is falling
Don't wanna be left alone, don't wanna be alone

He wanted sun, warmth- he wanted something that reminded him of the firey bond he had with his Spirit, something that would show him that there was still hope. He had tried to explain it to his parents, without actually telling them about it- and they just said that whenever he met that one girl, then he would feel that way.

He scoffed- although he hadn't given his parents much to work on, and knew they had done their best to help him, he still thought that they were pretty stupid to think that's what he was getting at.

The world's on fire and
It's more than I can handle
I dive into the water
(I try to pull my ship)
I try to bring more
More than I can handle
(Bring it to the table)
Bring what I am able

But, then again... why wouldn't that work? He wanted to know if maybe a relationship would be a good thing... if, maybe, it would help him heal the wound in his heart. But, there was still the idea that he could be heart broken- he would try for it, only to find that she only wanted to be 'just friends' in the end, or something along those lines.

He knew that if he was to get into a relationship, it would have to be the perfect one- one where he could put all of himself into it, and get all of the other person in return. He needed a relationship like that again- if slightly different than what he had with his Spirit.

He turned his head slightly to see a thunderhead moving across the sky- great. Now, not only would it be night, with that sun-stealing rock in the sky, but there would be a storm, which would block out all of the sun's wonderful heat and energy. He growled, but the wind gently tossed his hair, telling him that it would gratefully accept all his complaints and carry them far away.

Hearts break, hearts mend
Love still hurts
Visions clash, planes crash
Still there's talk of
Saving souls, still the cold
Is closing in on us

He liked the wind- he loved the sun, who's heat and energy the wind slightly killed, but it did less damage to all the wonderful things from the sun than anything else- the cold completely cut it off, as did those thunderheads. Water was carried in those clouds- therefore, since it was the water's fault there was clouds, he didn't like water either. The night was when the sun wasn't around, darkness was the opposite of the sun. The moon's creul light, an immitation of the sun, annoyed him to no end. The grass, plants and animals took away what wonderful energy the sun was giving to him, and the rocks used it to basically drown themselves in heat. The moon was like a giant mirror- therefore, he didn't like mirrors or reflections either, as they were cheap copies of the original.

The wind, however, was different. It did little to deter the sun's energy and power from it's true target- him. It curled around him, offering support. The wind was nice. It was caring. It liked to play with him- and he liked to let it. He hated stale air- air that did not move. He needed to feel some kind of breeze on his cheek, which was why he slept with the window open, no matter what time of year it was.

But, as good as the wind was, it still didn't compare with the sun. Which was fine- he liked fire better, anyways.

We part the veil on Archille's sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take, the less we become
A fortune of one that means less for some

He stood up on the fence, trying to catch the last rays of sun, startling his family by not only moving, but his in-human balance, as he did not waver for a moment.

When the sun finally sank beneath the Earth, he did not sit down, but tried to pull the wind to him, to comfort him. He had realized something- he must not be the only one who misses their spirits, and that he should contact at least one of the others. So, with the wind's guidance, and the flame of passion, need, and determination once again rekindled in his heart, he decided to find the one person he might be able to stand.

The one person who did not kill the sun.

The one person who he just could not forget.

The world's on fire and
It's more than I can handle
I dive into the water
(I try to pull my ship)
I try to bring more
More than I can handle
(Bring it to the table)
Bring what I am able

He felt, on the wind, and the last few wisps of sun, that someone, the same someone he was searching for, was searching for him. He let himself be lost in the search, grinning when he found them, and they found him.

He smiled, before doing a perfect back flip off the fence, landing perfectly on his feat only two feet away from his family, who looked at him in surprise.

"Come on... it's getting cold out. Can we go home?"

His family nodded, and began to pack up, as he helped them. He offered to carry most of their belongings, and, amazingly, did not feel tired. He felt the wind strengthen against him, carrying not the usual freezing cold air that he so detested, but the warm, loving, last plumes of heat from the sun that the winds had collected.

His mind went back to what his parents had told him, but before he could think about it, he quikly cut off that line of thought. He still had to see them again, before doing anything.

With a warm, strong Easterly breeze around him and his family, his arms ladened down with packages and food, and his little brother looking at him like he was amazing, Takuya Kanbara headed for home, positive that tomorrow, it would be better, and that tomorrow, and in the days to come, being 'lonely' and 'alone' would not only no longer be the same thing, they would never apply to him- again.

The world's on fire and
It's more than I can handle
I dive into the water
(I try to pull my ship)
I try to bring more
More than I can handle
(Bring it to the table)
Bring what I am able

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Notes

And there ya go. Wonderful little piece which I am proud of. Oh yes- all hail me. I SAID ALL HAIL ME!

That actually is the way I feel- about the sun and the breezes. I yell at the moon, and when I'm on the 'Take The Car' home, I either have to sit by a window, or be around an open window, or else I go insane. I just can't stand stale, not moving air. And I love the sun. LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT! I would much rather have a thousand days of sunshine than a thousand days of rain. Yup- we have enough natural resources in Canada that we don't need to worry about running out of water! Although, we'd probably have to peddal it all off to other countries... darn other countries who steal our water...

Quote

"FIYAH! (FIRE!)" -Excel from Excel Saga, Episode 6 (Oh, that was a funny episode... and the "POWA ON!" thingy, too...)