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Last Chance	By : Shinchama Category: Digimon > General Views: 3500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shinchama: Good morning, my dear readers!!! Updates once again for the first time in a while. As always: thoughts? Concerns? Desires? Expressions of anger? Comment button's at the bottom!
Yama Nashi, Ochi Nashi, Imi Nashi!
~~~~YAMATO~~~~
Our time together flew by. I couldn't help but think that I had certainly been missing out. Plus, being there with my friends, with Taichi, just felt good. Shibuya was the perfect background. The train station was bustling; the windows of the shops were full of clothing Mimi was undeniably excited about. Our late lunch turned out to be Curry Rice, and afterwards we wandered around for a while. I played catch-up with the conversations for a bit, however soon found myself thinking that I hadn't been away from the others for very long at all.
The evening took an interesting turn (if I might say so myself) when we arrived at the arcade. Down the stairs we went, and into a brightly lit series of rooms full of lively machines. Mimi's obsession with Purikura quickly pushed all of us to squeeze into the little photo booth. We laughed and tried to fit into the pictures, and then started to take turns in smaller groups. “Hey,” Mimi, still taking charge of the situation, exclaimed, “why not we get some pictures of the two so-called leaders.” I blushed, Taichi looked back and forth between Mimi and then myself- we hesitated long enough to find ourselves both being pushed into the booth by an all too excited group of friends.
I looked slightly down at Taichi, setting up the photographs. He returned the gaze as the machine counted down. “So,” he reached towards me, “there's something I've been wanting to do.” I nervously chuckled, unprepared for his next action. Closer he came, his hand wrapped behind my head. The blood emptied from my face, and he looked at me deliberately. “Smile,” he burst out, and, in one swift motion, pushed my head down, almost jumping on top of me.
“Taichi!” I squirmed with a less than entertained expression.
The lights stopped flashing. “Haha, I've certainly missed you, Yama,” he hadn't grown up at all. The photos printed: Taichi wore a grin as wide as his face, eyes almost closed, and made a peace sign. I looked a mess as his other hand was buried in my hair, pushing a very distressed looking version of myself downwards. Needless to say, we all laughed over those photos- I suppose I had lightened up in a way from when I was younger.
We were a while longer in the arcade; Taichi spent the rest of the time trying to prove he was better at a good portion of the games than me. “Beat you again, Taichi-kun!” I teased him with every success. Yes, amid all the problems back at home, I was finding that I still existed. I could still find meaning.
Karaoke went much as I thought. Mimi and I were the stars of the evening. Sora and Takeru held their own. Koushiro insisted that “Behind a microphone is not my place,” and spent the evening watching and clapping. Taichi's attempt (as Sora expected) was, although quite comical, altogether less than pleasant. There was quite a big difference between singing and yelling- I knew this, Taichi apparently did not. Our time ran out far too quickly and our adventure continued as we walked through the warm summer night's streets of Shibuya back towards the train. The lights on the buildings sparkled, and the night showed no sign of slowing down. Even the station was still busy with travelers. We continued chatting for a short while until we were able to catch a train that continued onto the Rinkai Line, taking us home to Odaiba. Walking out of our station, Koushiro, Mimi, and Sora said their “good nights” and left Takeru, Taichi, and myself. I was ready to get home.
“I am glad we could all be together, Taichi-sempai,” Takeru said, smiling.
“Hey, we're friends. Always have been, always will be,” Taichi nudged me, “Right, Yamato-kun?”
He dearly loved to tease me, apparently... “Of course,” I blushed. We had reached Taichi's apartment, “I enjoyed today,” my voice was soft.
“Well me too,” Taichi laughed, “Next time I'm gunna win my karaoke challenge against you. Just wait and see!” That was an impossibility, thoroughly and completely, especially by tonight's standards. Poor Taichi continued to have no sense of pitch at all. “Try to keep well,” Taichi scratched his head, “Good night you two!” We responded and he turned, walking towards his home.
Takeru and I began walking again, my brother was reserved. I didn't even notice throughout the day. He must be thinking about Mom. We continued silently. Takeru still seemed distant. What could I say? Soon we approached a park near my house. The swings swayed softly in the wind and my eyes shot a glance at Takeru's solemn face. “Come here,” I pulled him off the sidewalk into the park, “Do you remember when you were very young, I used to push you so high...”
Takeru stood and held the chains, his eyes softened, “I wanted to fly, like an angel,” he sat, “It wasn't that I was sad or lonely or scared, I think I just wanted to feel the rush.” He dug the tip of his sneaker into the sand, “Brother. I really want to fly again, I miss Angemon... I'm so frightened, and worst of all, I don't know what to do. What's going to happen to Mom? What if we end up all alone.”
Takeru was more like me than I realized. Life could do that. I walked behind the swing and put my arms around his neck, resting my head on his, “Takeru-kun,” I spoke, “Your mother is in the hospital, and good doctors are taking care of her. You're with me, remember?” The wind rustled through the trees, “I'll make sure you are okay. I promise.”
His hands touched mine, and I felt tears drop onto my arms, “Hey,” I squeezed tighter, “Come on. Remember who saved this and the Digital world, all at once?”
“You...” he sniffed, “and Taichi-senpai.”
“No, silly, we weren't all. We couldn't have done it without you,” I paused and moved my brother's hands over his heart, “All because you are so brave, and because you have a big heart,” it beat fast, and Takeru moved and sunk his face into his hands, sighing. “Look,” I said straightening myself up a bit, and took both of his hands and held them out, “See? You can still fly.”
“Oniichan...” Takeru looked up at the sparkling stars, “Thank you.” He pulled me into an embrace, “I love you.”
“Me too, me too.”
We stayed in the park for a while longer before finally heading back home. As I walked in the door, I expected that we would to get a lecture, but instead found an empty house. Not that terribly out of the ordinary, Dad worked late so often at the Television station. I told Takeru to go ahead and draw a bath, that I'd see what was happening. Eventually, I made my way to the refrigerator- There was a note, “Went back to the office, may not be back until late. Keep out of trouble.” No other explanation. Just like Dad... Why couldn't he be more thoughtful at a time like this.
I knocked on the bathroom door, “Did you figure out where Dad was?” Takeru inquired.
“Yeah,” I sighed, “He's just working late...” Neither of us spoke more on the subject that night, and I eventually found myself staring at the ceiling again. Takeru slept still without trouble. How could he care so much, yet sleep so easily. I knew that I only was truly connected with him, and wished I had the same connection with that damned brown-haired boy. If only he could see it.
I land softly. My body set upon an emerald grass covered island. I gain my bearings and look around. Koi casually swim in the ice blue water surrounding. And beyond, I find myself in the center of a beautiful a garden. Flowers of every color bloom. A pallet of paint before me. Ruby. Amethyst. Peridot. Saphire. It is twilight and a cool mist surrounds the edges of the garden. Fireflies burn on and off electrifying the air. A small cedar cut into the shape of a bonsai reaches up toward the sky above where I lay. “What place am I in?” I think.
“Yamato,” the soothing voice whispers. “You know your heart, this is your world.”
“My world? And you, who are you?”
“I am your hope, your heart, your very soul,” the mist begins to creep towards me, enveloping the outsides of the garden.
“…Taichi?”
“Look within,” closer it moves, “You know your heart.”
I stand, the mist thickens, so that even the light of the fireflies are extinguished, fear begins to encroach, slinking upon me, “I... I feel lost…”
The mist rises to my feet, and twists around. Through the fear, loneliness… Grey. I can only see grey, “This is your world…” The voice cuts through the mist. I hold my hand out, yet the mist is so thick I cannot even see the outlines of my fingers. I gasp, and breathe the grey chill into me.
I try to speak, yet no words. Not loneliness. Not fear. But death. “This is death,” I think, “You are death…” I feel light, and I pull my feet up.
The voice responds, echoing from all around, “You know…”
I feel calm. Still. I breathe out once again and think, “Or are you life? Birth? A new beginning…” I wait, but no response, “My world?” I think, and rise up, through the grey.
“Yes, this is your world. It can be anything you want,” the calming voice responds, “Here you are in your world with no limits… Your body, yes, your very soul connected with everything and nothing.”
“Yet I cannot see…” I quizzically think, flowing through the grey.
“You are not your hand, your leg, your eyes…” The voice coos, “You are you, completely unchained… No longer a form… No longer bound to earth… You are, in this moment, completely free…”
“But, I feel alone…”
“Connected. You are everything and nothing,” the voice whispers from all around, “Free to be within and without… To know all… Love… Feel sorrow… Even hate and fear… Live and die… All resides in this place.”
“Yet, I still feel alone…”
“A consequence of your freedom,” the voice calmly says, “If you wish it, you can be whatever you like…”
“I do not want to be alone,” I think, and a vast wind descends upon me, the mists drop down below and vanish. I float in a sea of pure white, and look upon my bare skin.
“You still are you,” the voice responds, “but now, you are set. You have form."
“But, I am still alone,” I call out, my voice expanding ever outward.
“Now, you are no longer part of everything, but a being, an individual entity that exists and is separate from those around.”
“But there are no others around,” I say to the unseen voice, and I drop down, my feet landing on a hard surface.
“Now you have a place,” the voice says, and the white around me begins to give way and blurry outlines appear, “And within this place, you can again become more than yourself.” My surroundings sharpen. Tall buildings. Roads. Traffic lights. Sounds become clear. The trains rush by. Cars honk. And everywhere, people walk around me.
“Strangers… They are all strangers,” I say.
“You are not alone,” I hear from behind and turn to face those deep brown eyes, “Yamato.”
“Yamato,” I felt myself being shaken, and opened my eyes to a dark figure above me in the dead of night. I oriented myself, realizing that I was again in my bed. “Wake up,” my Father spoke again.
“You’re back,” I stretched, and felt cold from the sweat of my strange dream.
“Son,” my Father placed his hand on my shoulder, “Get ready, we need to see your mother. Takeru, too.”
All too quickly alert I responded, standing, “Is she okay?”
“Just get yourself together. We need to get back to the hospital.”
My Father’s tone was foreboding. I swiftly changed as he left the room. I heard him open the door to Takeru’s room and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Disheveled, I walked towards the kitchen. My hair was a mess of blonde knots, no doubt from thrashing about my bed. I gathered some food and drink for Takeru to bring with us, and Dad returned, dressed in a worn coat, wrinkled business shirt, and looking an overall mess. Takeru rubbed his eyes and Dad pulled us close together and spoke, his voice cracked, “We all need to be strong. We have to go to the hospital to visit your Mother.”
Takeru pulled back and protested, “You still haven’t told me what’s going on.”
Dad stood, staring at each of us. He paused, looking to find the words. He spoke quietly, “We need to go…” He grabbed his hat, and opened the door. “Your Mother is dying.”
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