Ek: well, this is it. My first fanfic, ever. I hope you guys like it. I must warn you. If you're not into the whole guy on guy thing in general, then I think this isn't for you. Oh yah. I don't own digimon, but if I did, think of the possibilities! So, don't take legal action against me. Enjoy! Oh, if you must know, it's just the human characters. No digimon. Sorry! Now, Enjoy!
Remember.
The thought of the whole thing overwhelmed him. He couldn't handle the very notion that he would have to face the others Monday morning at school, expecting to bear the brunt of courage and strength like a leader should. He would have to face the others and confront all their suspicions, from all the heartburning questions that grasped their curiosity, to the stinging criticism and hurtful snares that clouded their understanding. Most of all, he would have to face the others alone. His very own friend, his love, his life, was gone.
The holder of the crest of courage couldn't hold in his tears. His eyes were bloodshot red as it were. It wouldn't have been the first time he cried today, but what was certain was that it wouldn't be the last. Still wearing his finest white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks and matching socks, he was sprawled out on his twin-sized bed, waiting to feel a change in emotion. In the meantime, his eyes, though barely opened, managed to look around, hoping that he would run into a solution to his state of uneasiness, misery, and most troubling, constant thought. But looking around only made him think more. His room was a mess. It was as if someone came in and tore it all apart. He managed to look beyond the clutter and kept searching. In the corner, across from where he laid, was the TV where the two held their video game tournaments many a Saturday afternoon, and where they watched their favorite movies together, many a Saturday night. Hanging in the distance was a beaten-up photo of his soccer team during the championship game a few years back. The glory of first-place escaped their grasp, but to him, it was a summer of memories that he would be sure to treasure. How could he forget? That was the summer he met his number-one fan. On the floor was a box. It was from him, but it seemed neglected. On the nightstand was his new pet turtle. The turtle seemed as sad as his owner. Next to the clear box that housed the turtle was a calendar. There was one red circle and some writing around a day. One-year anniversary. It was only a few days ago. The tears began to fall again. Just as he was about to sleep, there was a knock at the door. He didn't bother to give a single response.
"Taichi?" His concerned mother said softly. Knowing him, she figured that he didn't feel like doing anything, let alone eat.
"Dinner's ready." Again, no response. And, without hesitation, she began to get impatient and worried. It was too much to know that her son's heart was aching so.
"I know you've been through a lot today, dear. We all miss him. He was more than a family friend, but more like another son. Can't you see that we're all hurting?" With a tear rolling down her cheek, she stopped talking in an attempt to not sob, and she listened in on the happenings of the other side of her son's door. All she could here were the silent tears that cascaded from his eyes. Those very same tears that heavily resonated the very same sadness Taichi had all week.
"Son, just know that I'm here for you, and I love you very much." She quietly stated, fighting against her intuition to slam the door open and make light of the situation, hoping that it would put the smile that she missed seeing on his face. In fact, the very same smile that was always there, at least, before the incident and the grief that followed. With a jolt of heartache that came with every step, she backed away from the door and turned towards Hikari, who was on the couch, sulking. The holder of the crest of light looked very pale. She was in her comfortable sweats and her tank top. As soon as she got home from the service, she changed so that she wouldn't be reminded of what they came from. She managed to stare at the orange mid-afternoon sun through the living room windows of the apartment. She was convinced at the thought of it as not as a sun of anger, but a sun in mourning. Mourning the loss of its very own child. The child that lit up everywhere he went, and everyone he met. But alas, the light was slowly fading into the horizon. Trying to break her trance, as well as the tension between them, her mother began to converse.
"Do you think Taichi will be okay?" Hoping for an answer of reassurance. Hikari, not fixing her gaze away from the setting sun, responded in a way that not only reassured her mom, but gave both of them a sense of understanding that neither one had before.
"Mom, give him time. He just lost his best friend. Give him time to search deep inside for him. One day, he will find his love again, and he will have peace." Not realizing what she said, Hikari reached an epiphany.
"Oniichan, you know he's there. Just keep searching…"
He couldn't help but notice the bright orange sun setting across Odaiba. It was his favorite time of the day. It was as if the sun, in all its majesty, was bowing down to give way to the stars, so that they may shine. To him, it brought about a feeling of hope and change. As the sun was sinking lower and lower, the darkness within his room, as well as his heart, grew. Yet, he was still searching. His eyes wandered, but not as much as his mind, or his heart did. Suddenly, amongst all the darkness, he saw a shiny something from the corner of his eye. He turned in such amazement, only to be brought to a halt. There it was, hanging from the foot of his bed. It was the one object that tethered them together. It was his very own pair of goggles. It once was his, and it once was Daisuke's. And fate being ever so cruel, it's now his once again. Still frozen, he stared deeper at the goggles, hoping to remember.
Ek: Hoped you liked it, because if you did, you should keep going. >.