Digimon Adventure Chronicles II: Secrets Revealed
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Digimon › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
3,043
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Digimon: Digital Monsters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Emotional Release
...chapter TWENTY ONE – Emotional Release
“Thanks, Jyou!” Mimi exclaimed as he brought her a bowl filled to the brim with different flavors of animal crackers. Her and Vamdemon sat side by side on reclining chairs in front of the television. Both were dressed in layers and were covered with a single, large, fuzzy purple blanket.
“You know, you aren't the one that needs to rest and get better, he is.” Jyou said, pointing to Vamdemon, who ignored him, remaining silent and focused on the tube.
“He needs the gentleness of a woman for support.” She said as she turned back to the screen and attacked the new bowl of snacks.
“You're watching Disney movies!” He said, slightly exasperated.
“Which are the best to watch when when is emotional and needs a means to release.” She stated.
Jyou shook his head and stared momentarily at the screen. It was the Lion King, and one of the earlier scenes, the stampede. About a minute later she was sniffling and was clutched onto the cuff of the right arm of Vamdemon, who's mouth was hung open slightly and too held a look of grief.
'This is ludicrous.' Jyou thought. 'Myotismon and Mimi sitting together and crying over old cartoons...'
He watched in amazement as the two polished off the bowl he had just brought to them. He retrieved it when empty and refilled it. 'At least he'll gain enough weight to be healthy at the rate he's going.' He dropped the bowl in their laps and went up the stairs.
break
Freshly showered, he returned to the living room, almost falling down the last few stairs when he saw another person inside. Vamdemon was now sandwiched in the center of the couch, Mimi to his right and Angemon to his left, whose arm draped around his shoulder.
“What the... When did you get here?” He asked, eying the box of donut set upon the table Mimi and Vamdemon were contently devouring.
“About ten minutes ago.” Angemon replied and shifted slightly. Vamdemon emitted a soft growl at the disruption.
“...why?”
“I said that I was going to check up on him, didn't I? I always keep my word, Jyou. I was worried about him, but it seems everything is under control.”
“Well, yeah. How much can go wrong when you sit on the couch and watch movies all day besides having to constantly replenish food and mop up the floor?”
“What's that mean?” Mimi asked.
“That the two of you are big cry babies.”
“Hey!” She yelled with an edge to her voice. “Being in touch with our emotions doesn't mean we're cry babies!
Angemon laughed and relaxed further into the couch. “Has he spoken since he was brought here?”
“Not a word.” Jyou said and sat himself in a chair. “To me at least. What about you, Mimi?”
“He doesn't need words to communicate.” She said. Vamdemon nodded, attention still glued to the movie, which was nearing its end.
“That would be a no...” Jyou muttered.
“It seems as if she's made a monster of him.” Angemon noted. “But I'm glad he's enjoying it, and that's the key to getting past this rocky phase.
“Jyou, put in the next movie!” Mimi said with a smile.
break
The television was finally silent. Mimi was sleeping on one end of the couch and Vamdemon was half asleep in the same spot he had been while watching the movies. From the kitchen, Jyou poked his head inside the room.
“Myo, Angemon wants to talk to you.” He said, stifling a yawn.
Vamdemon remained unmoving for a moment before struggling to kick shut the recliner and slowly standing. He followed Jyou through the room to the door where Angemon was waiting. The blue haired boy left them alone.
“You enjoyed yourself today, didn't you?” Angemon asked, but received no reply. “I know you did, I could see it in your eyes. I'm glad...and Mimi promised to take you to New York one day to see all those things on a stage. You'll like that, I'm sure.” The angel sighed after still hearing no words from the other. “Myotismon...promise me you'll be okay tonight. Promise me that I won't see a repeat of your self mutilation.”
Still Vamdemon didn't answer him or meet his gaze.
“If you don't answer me then I'm not leaving.” Angemon said with a harshness in his voice, causing Vamdemon to stare at him in surprise. “You know I won't. I'll stand here all night, watching you, unless you can promise me that you won't hurt yourself.”
Struggle was evident in his body, but he finally spoke softly. “I promise.”
Their eyes met. “But do you mean it?”
Now Vamdemon sighed. “Yes.”
Angemon gave him an uneasy smile and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a small, black box. “I have something for you.” He opened it and drew up the long, silver chain with an oval stone hanging from the bottom. The colors were blue and green, and swirled together so that it looked like waves of the sea. “It's ocean jasper, a beautiful stone created by this earth. According to human legends it symbolizes the casting away or cleansing of negative thoughts or emotions, so I felt it would be a good basis for the calming enchantment I had put on it by a mystic from the digital world. It should make you feel at ease when you wear it and help keep your nightmares at bay...”
He leaned forward and reached around Vamdemon's neck, behind his hair, to clasp the chain together, which felt warm against his skin despite its metallic make up. It was allowed to fall into his sweatshirt and come to rest beside the tag that held his crest.
Vamdemon brought his arm up and placed a hand over it. Even through the clothing he felt the gentle warmth the stone emitted. His heart began to race as he spoke. “Thank you...”
Angemon's unease disappeared. “Remember it if you wake up and think destructive thoughts again.”
“I'll try..” Vamdemon said. “No, I will...I promise.”
Angemon smiled and turned from him, exiting the building and taking off into the air. Vamdemon watched the angel fly away with longing to be able to do the same; to feel the soft moonlight fall over his body, and the wind blow through his hair. He shut the door while fingering the stone absently and returned the couch. A smile tugged at his lips subconsciously as he stretched across the seat and put out the recliner once more. Hand still above the pendant, he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
There were no nightmares.
“Thanks, Jyou!” Mimi exclaimed as he brought her a bowl filled to the brim with different flavors of animal crackers. Her and Vamdemon sat side by side on reclining chairs in front of the television. Both were dressed in layers and were covered with a single, large, fuzzy purple blanket.
“You know, you aren't the one that needs to rest and get better, he is.” Jyou said, pointing to Vamdemon, who ignored him, remaining silent and focused on the tube.
“He needs the gentleness of a woman for support.” She said as she turned back to the screen and attacked the new bowl of snacks.
“You're watching Disney movies!” He said, slightly exasperated.
“Which are the best to watch when when is emotional and needs a means to release.” She stated.
Jyou shook his head and stared momentarily at the screen. It was the Lion King, and one of the earlier scenes, the stampede. About a minute later she was sniffling and was clutched onto the cuff of the right arm of Vamdemon, who's mouth was hung open slightly and too held a look of grief.
'This is ludicrous.' Jyou thought. 'Myotismon and Mimi sitting together and crying over old cartoons...'
He watched in amazement as the two polished off the bowl he had just brought to them. He retrieved it when empty and refilled it. 'At least he'll gain enough weight to be healthy at the rate he's going.' He dropped the bowl in their laps and went up the stairs.
break
Freshly showered, he returned to the living room, almost falling down the last few stairs when he saw another person inside. Vamdemon was now sandwiched in the center of the couch, Mimi to his right and Angemon to his left, whose arm draped around his shoulder.
“What the... When did you get here?” He asked, eying the box of donut set upon the table Mimi and Vamdemon were contently devouring.
“About ten minutes ago.” Angemon replied and shifted slightly. Vamdemon emitted a soft growl at the disruption.
“...why?”
“I said that I was going to check up on him, didn't I? I always keep my word, Jyou. I was worried about him, but it seems everything is under control.”
“Well, yeah. How much can go wrong when you sit on the couch and watch movies all day besides having to constantly replenish food and mop up the floor?”
“What's that mean?” Mimi asked.
“That the two of you are big cry babies.”
“Hey!” She yelled with an edge to her voice. “Being in touch with our emotions doesn't mean we're cry babies!
Angemon laughed and relaxed further into the couch. “Has he spoken since he was brought here?”
“Not a word.” Jyou said and sat himself in a chair. “To me at least. What about you, Mimi?”
“He doesn't need words to communicate.” She said. Vamdemon nodded, attention still glued to the movie, which was nearing its end.
“That would be a no...” Jyou muttered.
“It seems as if she's made a monster of him.” Angemon noted. “But I'm glad he's enjoying it, and that's the key to getting past this rocky phase.
“Jyou, put in the next movie!” Mimi said with a smile.
break
The television was finally silent. Mimi was sleeping on one end of the couch and Vamdemon was half asleep in the same spot he had been while watching the movies. From the kitchen, Jyou poked his head inside the room.
“Myo, Angemon wants to talk to you.” He said, stifling a yawn.
Vamdemon remained unmoving for a moment before struggling to kick shut the recliner and slowly standing. He followed Jyou through the room to the door where Angemon was waiting. The blue haired boy left them alone.
“You enjoyed yourself today, didn't you?” Angemon asked, but received no reply. “I know you did, I could see it in your eyes. I'm glad...and Mimi promised to take you to New York one day to see all those things on a stage. You'll like that, I'm sure.” The angel sighed after still hearing no words from the other. “Myotismon...promise me you'll be okay tonight. Promise me that I won't see a repeat of your self mutilation.”
Still Vamdemon didn't answer him or meet his gaze.
“If you don't answer me then I'm not leaving.” Angemon said with a harshness in his voice, causing Vamdemon to stare at him in surprise. “You know I won't. I'll stand here all night, watching you, unless you can promise me that you won't hurt yourself.”
Struggle was evident in his body, but he finally spoke softly. “I promise.”
Their eyes met. “But do you mean it?”
Now Vamdemon sighed. “Yes.”
Angemon gave him an uneasy smile and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a small, black box. “I have something for you.” He opened it and drew up the long, silver chain with an oval stone hanging from the bottom. The colors were blue and green, and swirled together so that it looked like waves of the sea. “It's ocean jasper, a beautiful stone created by this earth. According to human legends it symbolizes the casting away or cleansing of negative thoughts or emotions, so I felt it would be a good basis for the calming enchantment I had put on it by a mystic from the digital world. It should make you feel at ease when you wear it and help keep your nightmares at bay...”
He leaned forward and reached around Vamdemon's neck, behind his hair, to clasp the chain together, which felt warm against his skin despite its metallic make up. It was allowed to fall into his sweatshirt and come to rest beside the tag that held his crest.
Vamdemon brought his arm up and placed a hand over it. Even through the clothing he felt the gentle warmth the stone emitted. His heart began to race as he spoke. “Thank you...”
Angemon's unease disappeared. “Remember it if you wake up and think destructive thoughts again.”
“I'll try..” Vamdemon said. “No, I will...I promise.”
Angemon smiled and turned from him, exiting the building and taking off into the air. Vamdemon watched the angel fly away with longing to be able to do the same; to feel the soft moonlight fall over his body, and the wind blow through his hair. He shut the door while fingering the stone absently and returned the couch. A smile tugged at his lips subconsciously as he stretched across the seat and put out the recliner once more. Hand still above the pendant, he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
There were no nightmares.