Digimon Adventure Chronicles II: Secrets Revealed
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Digimon › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
3,038
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Depression
...chapter EIGHTEEN – Depression
Ken should have been writing a paper. He should have been doing research and typing his findings, but he was not. Instead, his attention was focused on two other inhabitants of the room.
Vamdemon was stretched across the floor on his stomach. His head rested in his hands and his face wore a somber look. From his ears hung headphones, which unlike most teenagers, were not at a deafening volume. To his right, Wormmon was trying his best to emulate the posture with his oddly shaped body. His gaze was focused on Vamdemon as well.
'His behavior doesn't make sense.' Ken thought. 'Could I be causing his discomfort? No, that wouldn't make sense either... He was alright around me the other day when I helped walk him around the mall. That is when he wasn't complaining about me trying to be nice to him... Hm, he hasn't even done much of that lately. Something must really be bothering him, but what? What could make a creature like Myotismon so upset?'
He sighed and abandoned the computer for a spot on the floor as well. He laid on his back to Vamdemon's left and pulled out one of the ear buds, bringing it to his own and listening. Vamdemon turned to him with an expression that was a mix of confusion and annoyance.
“This is a really old song.” Ken said with surprise.
“I am a very old being.” Vamdemon replied quietly.
“It's from the 20's!”
“I am from a time far earlier than that.”
“Wow.” Ken whispered and laughed. “I guess I just never imagined it because most digimon don't appear elderly, and you wouldn't especially because you're a vampire.”
“Was.” Vamdemon corrected somberly.
“Eh, same thing.” Ken muttered. “You'll be one again soon enough.”
Vamdemon shook his head. “No I won't. I can't turn back...”
“What do you mean?” Ken asked, sitting up a bit to get a better look at him.
“I mean exactly what I say. There is no feasible means for me to return to my previous form. I am stuck this way...stuck in this human form.”
Ken stared at him for a few seconds. “Is this why you look so depressed?”
“I'm not depressed.”
“Yes you are.” Ken said gently. “The surest sign is denial, after all, and I would recognize the symptoms, having been through it myself after I lost Wormmon. All I did was stay in bed and feel miserable until I was able to remember where to find him.”
“Unfortunately, I can't do that, Ken. My partner is in a place that can't be located.” Vamdemon said quietly, a distant look in his eyes.
“I know that...” He replied uneasily. “But you can find the person you were before it was lost. You need to find your heart, like I did...”
“And even if you don't, being human can't be that bad.” Wormmon said quietly.
“Humans die.” Vamdemon whispered without giving thought to the digimon's statement.
'So that's what's been on his mind...' Ken realized. 'It had to have been for him to answer so quickly.'
“Everything dies, Myotismon... That's just the way life is.”
“Digimon don't.”
“Sure they do. We've fought a bunch and deleted them in battle.”
“But that isn't death.” Vamdemon combated. “Digimon are recycled; reconfigured. Their souls are reborn and given a new body... Humans are not...”
“Even so, they usually don't remember their past lives, so its close enough. You've done your fair share of killing, you know. You wanted to kill Hikari, as well as the other children.”
“I know what I've done. I know what I made you do. Do you think I'm proud? Do think I relish the fact that I've allowed so many lives to be snuffed out, by both my actions and dis-actions? And for your information, I never wanted to kill Hikari. I was ordered to do it, and I was only going through with it out of fear for my own life.”
“So you are afraid of death?”
“If that is what you wish to call it, then fine, yes, I am afraid of what I saw happen to my partner.”
“Everyone is a little scared of death, Myotismon, and if they claim they aren't they are lying. That's why religion exists in this world, for humans. Its a way of explaining life after the inevitable and lessening the fear associated with it. The best thing to do is to enjoy what you have now, and focus on the happier times instead of the bad, and focus on the strength of your friends.”
Vamdemon scoffed. “Focus on good times? What good times? All I've ever seen is misery. I was loathed by my community the moment I was born. I was ridiculed and driven away by those same people, and forced to live on the outskirts of the civilization. My partner was murdered by the ones who were supposed to be his friends, and after that I was a slave to the one who committed the act, enduring torture and pain for all the years thereafter. Do you understand, Ken? There are no good times! Friends? Don't make me laugh. I wouldn't trust them, even if I had any, after what I've seen! And do you really think the other children really consider me a friend? They may accept me, and treat me well, but they only do so to gain my information. That doesn't make a friend.”
“What do you think does?”
“I can't answer that, because I don't know. I don't know anyone that would deserve the title.” Vamdemon said harshly.
“What about me?” Ken asked tentatively. “I'm not doing this because of any information. I didn't even know about that... I treat you kindly because I want to see you happy. And even if you can't, I can tell you for sure who your friends are. Like I said, there's me, then Mimi, Hikari, Wormmon, Angemon...”
“You think so? I don't know... And Angemon especially. I don't understand him. They way he treats me makes no sense. I understand that he wants to protect you guys, but that doesn't explain why he treats me so well. I suddenly show up, apparently out of no where and with no explanation, and he goes and spends thousands of dollars on me so I can live comfortably...”
“That's just the way he is. He'll fight fiercely against dark or evil creatures to shut them down, but if he sees one spec of goodness or remorse in a person he'll fight instead to kindle that aspect with good actions and kindness. You're right, actually. He is a little oddly attached to you. He must sense a true goodness in you to have taken such a liking to you.”
“Maybe he's wrong.”
“Maybe...but its never happened before. He was there for me, as Patamon, you know. Whenever I was feeling upset, or depressed, I was able to go to him and he would let me talk and get things off my chest. A real miracle worker, that digimon. You should try it out later, since I admit I'm at a bit of a loss right now...
“Alright...”
“Promise? He's really big on those, you know. A person's word is important to him.”
“Yes...”
Ken should have been writing a paper. He should have been doing research and typing his findings, but he was not. Instead, his attention was focused on two other inhabitants of the room.
Vamdemon was stretched across the floor on his stomach. His head rested in his hands and his face wore a somber look. From his ears hung headphones, which unlike most teenagers, were not at a deafening volume. To his right, Wormmon was trying his best to emulate the posture with his oddly shaped body. His gaze was focused on Vamdemon as well.
'His behavior doesn't make sense.' Ken thought. 'Could I be causing his discomfort? No, that wouldn't make sense either... He was alright around me the other day when I helped walk him around the mall. That is when he wasn't complaining about me trying to be nice to him... Hm, he hasn't even done much of that lately. Something must really be bothering him, but what? What could make a creature like Myotismon so upset?'
He sighed and abandoned the computer for a spot on the floor as well. He laid on his back to Vamdemon's left and pulled out one of the ear buds, bringing it to his own and listening. Vamdemon turned to him with an expression that was a mix of confusion and annoyance.
“This is a really old song.” Ken said with surprise.
“I am a very old being.” Vamdemon replied quietly.
“It's from the 20's!”
“I am from a time far earlier than that.”
“Wow.” Ken whispered and laughed. “I guess I just never imagined it because most digimon don't appear elderly, and you wouldn't especially because you're a vampire.”
“Was.” Vamdemon corrected somberly.
“Eh, same thing.” Ken muttered. “You'll be one again soon enough.”
Vamdemon shook his head. “No I won't. I can't turn back...”
“What do you mean?” Ken asked, sitting up a bit to get a better look at him.
“I mean exactly what I say. There is no feasible means for me to return to my previous form. I am stuck this way...stuck in this human form.”
Ken stared at him for a few seconds. “Is this why you look so depressed?”
“I'm not depressed.”
“Yes you are.” Ken said gently. “The surest sign is denial, after all, and I would recognize the symptoms, having been through it myself after I lost Wormmon. All I did was stay in bed and feel miserable until I was able to remember where to find him.”
“Unfortunately, I can't do that, Ken. My partner is in a place that can't be located.” Vamdemon said quietly, a distant look in his eyes.
“I know that...” He replied uneasily. “But you can find the person you were before it was lost. You need to find your heart, like I did...”
“And even if you don't, being human can't be that bad.” Wormmon said quietly.
“Humans die.” Vamdemon whispered without giving thought to the digimon's statement.
'So that's what's been on his mind...' Ken realized. 'It had to have been for him to answer so quickly.'
“Everything dies, Myotismon... That's just the way life is.”
“Digimon don't.”
“Sure they do. We've fought a bunch and deleted them in battle.”
“But that isn't death.” Vamdemon combated. “Digimon are recycled; reconfigured. Their souls are reborn and given a new body... Humans are not...”
“Even so, they usually don't remember their past lives, so its close enough. You've done your fair share of killing, you know. You wanted to kill Hikari, as well as the other children.”
“I know what I've done. I know what I made you do. Do you think I'm proud? Do think I relish the fact that I've allowed so many lives to be snuffed out, by both my actions and dis-actions? And for your information, I never wanted to kill Hikari. I was ordered to do it, and I was only going through with it out of fear for my own life.”
“So you are afraid of death?”
“If that is what you wish to call it, then fine, yes, I am afraid of what I saw happen to my partner.”
“Everyone is a little scared of death, Myotismon, and if they claim they aren't they are lying. That's why religion exists in this world, for humans. Its a way of explaining life after the inevitable and lessening the fear associated with it. The best thing to do is to enjoy what you have now, and focus on the happier times instead of the bad, and focus on the strength of your friends.”
Vamdemon scoffed. “Focus on good times? What good times? All I've ever seen is misery. I was loathed by my community the moment I was born. I was ridiculed and driven away by those same people, and forced to live on the outskirts of the civilization. My partner was murdered by the ones who were supposed to be his friends, and after that I was a slave to the one who committed the act, enduring torture and pain for all the years thereafter. Do you understand, Ken? There are no good times! Friends? Don't make me laugh. I wouldn't trust them, even if I had any, after what I've seen! And do you really think the other children really consider me a friend? They may accept me, and treat me well, but they only do so to gain my information. That doesn't make a friend.”
“What do you think does?”
“I can't answer that, because I don't know. I don't know anyone that would deserve the title.” Vamdemon said harshly.
“What about me?” Ken asked tentatively. “I'm not doing this because of any information. I didn't even know about that... I treat you kindly because I want to see you happy. And even if you can't, I can tell you for sure who your friends are. Like I said, there's me, then Mimi, Hikari, Wormmon, Angemon...”
“You think so? I don't know... And Angemon especially. I don't understand him. They way he treats me makes no sense. I understand that he wants to protect you guys, but that doesn't explain why he treats me so well. I suddenly show up, apparently out of no where and with no explanation, and he goes and spends thousands of dollars on me so I can live comfortably...”
“That's just the way he is. He'll fight fiercely against dark or evil creatures to shut them down, but if he sees one spec of goodness or remorse in a person he'll fight instead to kindle that aspect with good actions and kindness. You're right, actually. He is a little oddly attached to you. He must sense a true goodness in you to have taken such a liking to you.”
“Maybe he's wrong.”
“Maybe...but its never happened before. He was there for me, as Patamon, you know. Whenever I was feeling upset, or depressed, I was able to go to him and he would let me talk and get things off my chest. A real miracle worker, that digimon. You should try it out later, since I admit I'm at a bit of a loss right now...
“Alright...”
“Promise? He's really big on those, you know. A person's word is important to him.”
“Yes...”