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Post by hikari on Nov 22, 2009 0:44:38 GMT -5
Candystore
Summary: Brief moments in the lives of the Digidestined as one of their own deals with a lifelong health problem, and two others deal with an otherworldly inheritance.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
As if being one of the Digidestined weren’t burden enough, Matt was also very different from the other kids his age. At fifteen, he tried to live as normal a life as possible, but that was hard when you had to stick yourself with a needle everyday. Matt remembered it all very well, like a movie that played itself over and over in his mind. How his mother had struggled to learn how to manage his disease while caring for his two-year-old brother; how his father had been too busy to take the time to learn, and how he himself had taken up the responsibility at the young age of five.
That’s when the fights started—the blame that his parents pushed upon each other consumed their lives. Matt was to this day pretty sure that his Diabetes was one of the biggest factors that led to his parents’ divorce when he was seven.
For his mother, all hope for a perfect first child had been cruelly shattered. For his father, it was a constant reminder that somehow, he had failed as a parent. Both of these beliefs were severely misguided. A five year-old was too young to be saddled with the task of following a restricted diet and sticking to their shot schedule, but neither of his parents could find the strength to carry it for him.
His parents’ feelings were one of the reasons Matt decided to keep the truth about his disease from his friends—it wasn’t until he could no longer hide it that they ever found out.
It was not shame or fear that distanced Nancy and Hiroaki from their son—it was guilt. Eleven years had done a lot to assuage that guilt, their family had come to terms with the hand they had been dealt. But still, what remained of Matt’s carefree childhood had been forcibly taken, and acceptance was no comfort for someone who had to grow up too fast.
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Post by Goggles on Nov 28, 2009 1:28:27 GMT -5
Everything's too... ambiguous. I have a feeling this isn't finished yet, am I right? (either that or I'm not reading between the lines enough)
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Post by hikari on Nov 28, 2009 1:39:34 GMT -5
You're right, there's plenty more to come. I wrote this one rather quickly, and it started out as what I think is called a drabble (?) Kind of just an introductory thing, I guess.
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Post by Goggles on Nov 28, 2009 2:38:38 GMT -5
Ah, I see. I'm not good with intros to tell if it fits for a good introduction.
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Post by hikari on Nov 29, 2009 0:03:51 GMT -5
I've always hated writing intros. I can write the middle and end of a story, but never the intro for some reason.
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Post by hikari on Nov 29, 2009 0:16:49 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Digimon.
A/n: Here's Chapter Two of the Matt section. I hope it explains a lot more than the previous chapter!
March 2004
T.K was eager to start the seventh grade. A lot had happened in the last two years, but finally, it seemed like things in the Digiworld were settling down. He decided last Friday to skip basketball practice and hang around with his brother, something they hadn’t been able to do for a while.
What he hadn’t expected was for his brother to open up to him.
They were taking a walk to Highton View Terrace, and stopped by the bridge where Izzy had fallen during their time back on Earth five years before.
Both of them stood in silence for a while, watching a seagull catch fish in the water below. “Dad wants me to try an Insulin Pump again,” Matt said suddenly.
T.K sensed his change of mood instantly. He recognized the irritated tone in his brother’s voice, and inwardly felt guilty that he hadn’t been around sooner to drag whatever it was that was bothering Matt out of him. This time, he guessed it was their father and the ongoing struggle between the two of them about ‘what was best’.
“Why’s that?” he wondered.
“Well, since I’ll be starting High School in a few weeks, dad thinks it will make things easier,” Matt sighed. They turned away from the bridge and walked down the sidewalk, trees rustling around them from a gentle breeze.
“What did you tell him?” T.K asked. He remembered the last time his brother, a Brittle Diabetic since he was five, had tried one of those Insulin Pumps. The memory was still vivid in T.K.’s mind, the day he walked into his dad’s apartment and found his brother convulsing on the floor.
He’d ended up in the hospital three times in one month because of seizures. It had been especially hard on T.K, who struggled to balance his time between fighting their enemies in the Digiworld, and being with Matt.
Sometimes he wondered who needed him more.
“I told him no,” Matt said, jerking T.K out of his thoughts. “And he told me to think about it—I don’t want to think about it, d**n it, I know what I want.”
They were at Highton View Terrace now, where old memories still lingered. Their old apartment, the balcony where they watched their first Digimon battle unfold… and the candy store their parents used to take them to when Matt and T.K were little, before the divorce…before the Diabetes.
“I remember you telling me about this place,” T.K said brightly as they stood in front of the colorful window display. He had been too young back then, but T.K knew that for Matt the store represented a link to their old life, something none of them could ever get back.
“Yeah,” Matt smiled. “Sometimes I wish things were like they used to be. If mom lived with me she’d help me make this decision…I wish I didn’t have to make it at all.”
“I know what you mean,” T.K insisted, his hand pressed to the pane glass window. “I wish things were different too.”
In more ways than one.
They stood in silence once again, the air around them filled with the scent of peppermint and roasting nuts. From a nearby apartment, they heard kids screaming and a dog barking.
“I’ll go halfsies with you on a piece of fudge,” T.K spoke up, watching a woman inside cut up a pan of freshly baked chocolate.
“T.K,” Matt said sternly.
“Yeah, I know, you shouldn’t eat stuff like that, but why not just this once? We deserve to indulge a little,” T.K insisted.
As much as Matt longed for a taste of their old life, both literally and figuratively, he knew better than to dwell on the past. “I better not,” he said finally. “I’ve been kind of sketchy lately, up and down and all that.”
“You’re right,” T.K said. Together they turned away from the window, and walked away from the temptation, leaving old memories to rest.
“So, what did you decide?” T.K asked once they left Highton View Terrace, and walked across the bridge into the noise and life of the city.
“I think I’m going to tell dad I’ll do just fine on my own,” Matt said, grabbing T.K.’s hat off his head and running off with it. Even if it meant the usual routine of daily shots, he felt confident in his decision.
“Hey, give that back!” T.K shouted, chasing after him.
They raced down to the stoplight, crossing the road back to home, which was still home, no matter how it had turned out.
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Post by Goggles on Nov 29, 2009 4:59:31 GMT -5
Bittersweet. I like this chapter very much.
Strangely, the last sentence reminded me of the short story I was supposed to read for my literature class.
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Post by hikari on Nov 30, 2009 1:51:56 GMT -5
I'm so happy that you liked this one, it's my personal favorite. BTW...did you end up reading that short story? LOL.
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Post by Goggles on Nov 30, 2009 2:50:46 GMT -5
'course I did... most of it .>>
I'm intrigued who the two others are and what otherworldly inheritance they have to deal with are.
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Post by hikari on Nov 30, 2009 3:07:38 GMT -5
That will be in the next chapter. I'll either post it next week or in a few days. Not sure how often I should post chapters on here where anyone who wants to comment can do so before the next chapter. (I have eight done already)
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Post by Goggles on Nov 30, 2009 3:34:53 GMT -5
Hm, I'll go advertise so everyone gets a look at your fics. I have a feeling Gatogirl and Signa have both read everything you've posted so far.
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Post by hikari on Dec 7, 2009 2:16:38 GMT -5
Sounds great
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Post by hikari on Dec 12, 2009 2:41:29 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Digimon.
A/n: Here’s Chapter One of the Otherworldly Inheritance section.
January 2003
T.K. stared out his bedroom window, a million thoughts going through his mind. Four years ago, his life—and the lives of his brother and friends—had inadvertently changed. In many ways, it was for the better. But there was one particular incident that hung over them like an ominous cloud, threatening to resurface the storm.
Today it would no longer be a secret. They had decided to finally tell them—Davis, Cody, Yolei, and Ken—what happened.
And it wasn’t going to be easy.
;D Three Years Earlier… ;D
May 2000
Everything was Peachy-Keen at Gennai’s house. When Mimi and Izzy announced that they were vampires, and in fact, two of the Original Digidestined, Tai thought they were joking. They weren’t.
“Why didn’t you say anything before, I thought we were done keeping secrets from each other,” Matt said.
“We wanted to tell you, but doing so would compromise our position,” Izzy explained, grinning and revealing two sharp fangs that gleamed like knives. “Not even our parents knew.”
“How can that be,” Joe argued. “You’re only ten years old, and if you were the Original Digidestined, wouldn’t you be much older?”
“Actually, we’re 210 years old,” Mimi confessed. “We assumed new identities as orphans, and were adopted into families after we defeated Milleniummon. Both of us took on the persona of young children, and grew up as any normal kid would—except we retained the memories of our old life.”
Sora frowned. “I still don’t understand—why did you take on new identities?”
“Gennai wanted us to come back and help the new Digidestined—you guys, obviously,” Izzy explained. “He wanted a bigger group than last time, and volunteered us to go back to the Digital World.”
“I see,” Tai grinned. “I always knew there was something strange about you two.”
“Hey,” Mimi said warningly. “We’re no stranger than anyone else.”
“Except that you have fangs and you’re immortal,” Tai countered. “It all makes sense now, because no offense, there’s no way a ditzy girl like you, and a computer geek like Izzy could survive a day in the Digital World, let alone fight off huge enemies.”
“That’s profiling,” Izzy said accusingly. “But you do have a point.”
Joe looked a little nervous. “If you guys are vampires, why didn’t you ever bite one of us?” he wondered.
“Oh, we did,” Izzy grinned suddenly. “You can’t expect a vampire to go all that time without blood, can you?”
A nervous silence settled around them. Izzy got a sick pleasure out of watching them all squirm. “Okay then, who did you bite?” Tai demanded, pulling a protective arm around his little sister, Kari.
“We nibbled off each one of you at different times,” Mimi said, watching as hands instinctively reached up to touch their necks.
“I never saw any marks,” Joe protested.
“You wouldn’t,” Izzy laughed, unable to contain himself any longer. “Usually when a vampire bites someone, they lick the wound to heal it. The only way you would end up with a wound is if you come up against a psycho like Myotismon, he never learned the healing technique, nor would he care to.”
“You sound like you know him personally,” Gatomon said; her voice filled with dislike for her old master.
“I guess you could say that,” Izzy said vaguely.
T.K looked confused. Part of him wanted to run screaming out of the room, but deep down, another part of him said that Izzy and Mimi were trustworthy. They were his friends, after all, and just because they were vampires didn’t make them evil, did it?
Somehow, he wasn’t so sure.
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Post by Goggles on Dec 12, 2009 5:58:35 GMT -5
You came out a bit too blunt, at least for my taste. I would've preferred if the vampire situation was broken more gently to the reader(I liked they way you introduced Yamato's special condition in the previous chapter better)For some reason I stamped a mental "Weird, next please." when I started but fought myself to finish it which, to some degree, I'm glad I did.
I know you might find this weird but I've had a craving for evil Koushiro for some time now.
Now there's some Michi action right there. XDDD
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Post by Madame Pika on Dec 12, 2009 7:32:08 GMT -5
I read this on fanfiction.net a while back and the other stuff you put on there. I remember wondering at the time if you were trying to develope your own style because it feels abit like jumpy and unbalanced in chaptering whereas, each chapter handles itself great.
I hope that that made sence.
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