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drunkenpandaren) wrote2009-10-14 01:36 pm
drunkenpandaren) wrote2009-10-14 01:36 pm
The Icon Has No Bearing On This
Instead, remember that depressing Digimon Frontier Darkline?
This one? http://www.fanfiction.net/s/636381/13/D3_Digital_Diaries_Dimentions
Yeah, that one.
Now read this.
Door to the Light
Izumi
I don’t know how much time has passed, nor did I think that anything could be written to create the memories that we needed to pass by.
It seemed like ages after those terrible days. And yet it’s barely been three years.
Three years since we lost Takuya.
And one day after the trains ran again.
Maybe… we’ll be able to see what’s on the other side of this door.
Tomoki
I’ve grown since then, as we march one by one to the cairn of stones that marked Takuya’s grave.
No longer am I the tiny frightened eight year old. I’m a boy of eleven, and I’ve lost my silly foppish hat that I hid under. My friends are with me.
I still wonder though… why it had to go all so very wrong.
Junpei
Candy. Chocolate. They’re things that I wanted to bring in memoriam.
My first memory of speaking to Takuya was the chocolate that I offered him. It was my way of finding friends.
I’ve lost a bit of weight, gained a bit more in muscle. The jumpsuit’s gone, but simple blue overalls with a yellow jacket complimented my looks. I’m more of a mechanic than I ever was.
Izumi likes it.
Koji
Sometimes I wonder how things would have been if I took the attack that killed Takuya.
And then I realize, what good would it have been if both of us died that day?
He still lives. I can feel his presence. The entire digital world is saturated in his cheer.
Heh. Idiot.
Kouichi
My brother’s brooding again. Why wouldn’t he be?
But it’s not like Koji NOT to brood. No. He’s better off thinking. That slight smirk on his face tells me that he’s thinking about Takuya. And why wouldn’t he be? We’re going to his grave.
I wish I had gotten to know him better before he died.
Teppei
I never got to meet the guy named Takuya, only hearing about him through stories. The brutal attacks, the escape from the digital world, all of it. It was frightening.
And hey, at least Tomoki spoke volumes about him.
I carried a flower. Least I could do.
Chiaki
Izumi and I held hands when we stood in front of the cairn of stones. It wasn’t much, but it was comforting just the same.
No one realized that we were more than friends, but maybe it was better this way. We each held lilies, signs of peace. Izumi’s eyes were red as always on this day, and I drew her a little closer.
Water and Wind. Complimentary at best.
Now I realize why Ranamon was so jealous, and silently I was glad I missed my chance to become the Rain of Jealousy.
Katsuharu
Heh, they’re doing it again.
Like the others can’t tell that Izumi and Chiaki are totally gay for each other. Though SOME people manage to stay oblivious. Like the twins. But then again, Koji can be so butthurt at times when Kouichi gets mad at him.
But it’s not for them, it’s for Takuya.
Funny. If I were close by the others, I could have become a Legendary Warrior too. Funny how we’re united on this day of memory.
Teruo
I was the wild one of the four of us. The other Legendary Warriors, or the others would say, the Idiot Ball. It’s okay, I like the term. It reminds me of how Takuya was in the stories.
Oh there goes our resident lesbians holding hands and looking cute. Funny how a primarily male-dominated group could have been so BLIND to those two.
I placed a Bible on Takuya’s grave. Western yes, but somehow it felt right. Y’know, considering everything and all.
Takuya
They came, like I hoped they would.
Being the guardian of the Digital World is tiring. I see now why Oikawa sighs so heavily when we talk about it. Disembodied spirits GO.
“Hey everyone. Thanks for coming.”
I missed these dogpiles.
As a note, not sure where the lesbians came from.
This one? http://www.fanfiction.net/s/636381/13/D3_Digital_Diaries_Dimentions
Yeah, that one.
Now read this.
Door to the Light
Izumi
I don’t know how much time has passed, nor did I think that anything could be written to create the memories that we needed to pass by.
It seemed like ages after those terrible days. And yet it’s barely been three years.
Three years since we lost Takuya.
And one day after the trains ran again.
Maybe… we’ll be able to see what’s on the other side of this door.
Tomoki
I’ve grown since then, as we march one by one to the cairn of stones that marked Takuya’s grave.
No longer am I the tiny frightened eight year old. I’m a boy of eleven, and I’ve lost my silly foppish hat that I hid under. My friends are with me.
I still wonder though… why it had to go all so very wrong.
Junpei
Candy. Chocolate. They’re things that I wanted to bring in memoriam.
My first memory of speaking to Takuya was the chocolate that I offered him. It was my way of finding friends.
I’ve lost a bit of weight, gained a bit more in muscle. The jumpsuit’s gone, but simple blue overalls with a yellow jacket complimented my looks. I’m more of a mechanic than I ever was.
Izumi likes it.
Koji
Sometimes I wonder how things would have been if I took the attack that killed Takuya.
And then I realize, what good would it have been if both of us died that day?
He still lives. I can feel his presence. The entire digital world is saturated in his cheer.
Heh. Idiot.
Kouichi
My brother’s brooding again. Why wouldn’t he be?
But it’s not like Koji NOT to brood. No. He’s better off thinking. That slight smirk on his face tells me that he’s thinking about Takuya. And why wouldn’t he be? We’re going to his grave.
I wish I had gotten to know him better before he died.
Teppei
I never got to meet the guy named Takuya, only hearing about him through stories. The brutal attacks, the escape from the digital world, all of it. It was frightening.
And hey, at least Tomoki spoke volumes about him.
I carried a flower. Least I could do.
Chiaki
Izumi and I held hands when we stood in front of the cairn of stones. It wasn’t much, but it was comforting just the same.
No one realized that we were more than friends, but maybe it was better this way. We each held lilies, signs of peace. Izumi’s eyes were red as always on this day, and I drew her a little closer.
Water and Wind. Complimentary at best.
Now I realize why Ranamon was so jealous, and silently I was glad I missed my chance to become the Rain of Jealousy.
Katsuharu
Heh, they’re doing it again.
Like the others can’t tell that Izumi and Chiaki are totally gay for each other. Though SOME people manage to stay oblivious. Like the twins. But then again, Koji can be so butthurt at times when Kouichi gets mad at him.
But it’s not for them, it’s for Takuya.
Funny. If I were close by the others, I could have become a Legendary Warrior too. Funny how we’re united on this day of memory.
Teruo
I was the wild one of the four of us. The other Legendary Warriors, or the others would say, the Idiot Ball. It’s okay, I like the term. It reminds me of how Takuya was in the stories.
Oh there goes our resident lesbians holding hands and looking cute. Funny how a primarily male-dominated group could have been so BLIND to those two.
I placed a Bible on Takuya’s grave. Western yes, but somehow it felt right. Y’know, considering everything and all.
Takuya
They came, like I hoped they would.
Being the guardian of the Digital World is tiring. I see now why Oikawa sighs so heavily when we talk about it. Disembodied spirits GO.
“Hey everyone. Thanks for coming.”
I missed these dogpiles.
As a note, not sure where the lesbians came from.