Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A Walk In My Shoes ❯ Burn, Baby Burn ( Chapter 15 )

A Walk In My Shoes

ST: Okay, here it is! 15 out of 18 done! WHOO!

TK: Snaps for SenTay (snaps)

ST: (bowing) thank you! I'd like to give a shout out to all my reviewers! You make my day! You dudes ROCK! Like, yea! BOO YA!

TK: Power to the people.

ST: Hey, you could be happy, kay?

TK: But I'm not the happy person. We've been through this already.

ST: Shush. Anywho, thanks to all you readers! 60 reviews and counting! Thank you for the flowery chocolates, compliment, advise/comments and love! I love you all! Do you love me? Of course you do!

TK: Uh um. Excuse her, she's a schizo.

ST: Am not!

TK: Yes you are. Oh, by the way, people love the story, not you. Sorry.

ST: Shut up! I hate you!

TK: No you don't.

ST: (sighs) You're right. You're just too damn cute. DAMN YOUR CUTENESS!

TK: (winks) Yea, I know. World be damned.

ST: Anywayz, thanks also to DK! Duckie, you reading? I'm sorry bout your story getting taken down! It's not fair. It was good, if short and unfinnished. And there wasn't shit wrong with it! (sobs)

TK: (rolls eyes) On with the story…

(((((((((((Chapter 15: The Switch: Day 4/ Part 1: The Game Plan: Part 1-Burn, Baby Burn))))))))))

~TK~

That night was a hard one. I had never ever told anyone anything that had ever happened to me. But it felt good. Real good.

We spent the late hours holding each other and crying. It was so, amazing? No, it was so, comforting, knowing that there was someone that I could talk to and cry with.

The next morning, well, it was what would change everything……

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Davis got up and stretched. He smiled as he watched TK rub his eyes and slide off the bed.

"Tired?"

TK looked at him and shook his head. "Actually, I have a brilliant idea."

Davis raised his eyebrows. "Oh, an idea? How so?"

TK simply grinned.

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Matt woke to the sound of a clatter. He got off the armchair and walked toward the kitchen, the source of the noise. On the floor he found a piece of paper and a small magnet. He picked up both and read the note.

Dear Friends and Family,

We are sorry to run out on you. Please don't look for us.

We have some unfinished business to take care of.

We are sorry, but this is the only way.

Matt began to tremble and the paper slipped out of his hand. He ran back into the living room and woke the sleeping Ken and Kari.

Kari rose from the couch and Ken sat up on the floor. Matt, in a state of panic, began to stutter and cry out. Kari quickly ran to his side. "Matt," she asked him, trying to calm him. "What's wrong? What happened?"

He blubbered, "T-T-Takeru an-an Dai!"

Ken stood beside Kari and said, "What about them? Are they okay?"

Matt began to wave his arms around in attempt to explain himself. "N-No! They- they're gonna k-k-kill themselves!"

Kari's face drained all its color and Ken ran to the bedroom. Sure enough, it was empty.

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~Dai~

"Hey, Dai, do you think that this is gonna work?"

I looked over to TK, staring out into the sky. I sighed as I kicked at some clumps of sand. I still don't know what had lured us to the beach.

We had stuck the note onto the fridge for Matt and left as quietly as possible. Then, we unspokenly walked to the shore. Not that I minded.

I turned to him and answered truthfully, "Maybe."

I honestly did think maybe. My idea was that if we helped each other through our problems, we would switch. It seems reasonable enough, doesn't it?

Well, I had thought so.

Our plan was:

Help TK.

Help Me.

Get the hell outta here.

Since the only way I could be helped was to confront my father, I was fine with TK being first.

"Dai." I turned to see him playing with some sand. "You ready?"

I nodded my head and he stood up and brushed the sand off his hands. "Okay, let's go."

I followed as TK walked away from the beach. I didn't know what TK needed help with, but I'd follow him to the edge of the earth.

After hearing each other's stories, something must've linked us, cause at that moment, we knew that we needed each other. Not only so that we could get switched back, but for something more, something that we couldn't quite pinpoint yet.

"You coming?" I looked up from my thoughts to see that I was lagging behind. I smiled and walked faster, easily catching up.

"You know it."

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~TK~

I knew what I had to do, we had to do. I also knew that Davis didn't want to deal with his "problems" yet, so we headed towards my house. I wanted to just hurry up and get my crap done.

We hurriedly ran all the way to my apartment door. I slowly opened it and Davis cautiously said, "Hello? Mom?" No answer.

I strolled in and looked at the fridge. The stupid little yellow scrap of paper read:

Gone for workshops

Be back by tomorrow

Call if emergency

My eyes screamed anger as I clawed the yellow note off the fridge and ripped it into tiny shreds. I picked up the fallen pieces and crammed them into the trash.

Davis watched as I dragged the trashcan into my room.

"Keru?" He slowly approached me as I lifted up my mattress. "What- what are you doing?"

I ignored him and bushed away the sheet that was hiding four folders. I grabbed them and shoved them into the can. Davis sat at my desk and watched as I carried the trashcan to the balcony door. I was about to open it when a folder was snatched from the basket.

"What is it?" Davis was standing next to me, about to open the black folder. I didn't even bother to ask how he got up that fast.

"Just stuff."

Davis gave me a look of uncertainty and stepped back. "Dai, what are you doing?"

He grinned and opened the folder. I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to the door. Like I would care if he read it or not. I had four folders. One had my will, one held my collection of suicide note, one was a bunch of bull about life and crap, and one was like a journal.

Davis just so happened to pick the gripes about life.

"Let's see. `10 reasons to die'…… Dude! What the hell is this?"

I slid open the patio door and threw the trashcan out onto the balcony. I then walked over to see what he was holding up.

"Oh, that." I picked the paper from his hand and grazed over the words.

"Okay… `Number 10, the world is plagued with lowly losers. Number 9, no one cares about the plagued world. Number 8, no one cares about me…"

I looked up to see Dai's response. His face was a little awestruck, more shocked than anything.

"Wh-when?" I smiled to myself, knowing why he was reacting that way. "Wh-when did you-you write th-that?" he stammered.

I skimmed to the bottom where the date and my name were written. "Hmmm, bout two weeks ago."

Davis quickly grabbed it back and enthusiastically read the rest.

"'Number 7, my mom's a bitch.' Ouch.

`Number 6, I'm bi.' Dude.

`5, we live in a world where fags are evil.' Whatever man, you're not evil.

`4, I'm alone.' Dude, no you're not!

`3, I'm in love'" He looked at me. "Who?" I glared and he continued.

"'2, I'm in love with someone who will never love me back.' Oh, owchie.

And, `Number one, Life Sucks and Then You Die.'"

He looked at me, amused, before sliding out the paper into the folder. He picked out another and read:

"My life sucks. It sucks like the black hole in my heart-"

I panicked, knowing what was written on that damned paper. I tried to grab it away, but since I was in Davis' body, he was the taller one.

"Davis!" I reached towards the scrawled paper as he shoved his free hand into my face, pushing me back.

"Don't you dare Motomiya! That's private property!"

He laughed and continued to read it out loud.

"`My life sucks. It sucks like the black hole in my heart sucks at my soul. I can't live like this any longer. The pain and loneliness is killing me inside. There's nothing here for me. Nothing lowly enough for bacteria bottom of your shoe crap like me.

"`But then I think of my friends and family and cry. I don't really want to die. I may scream it and scratch it on paper millions of times. But I really want to live. Yet, it seems hopeless cause of the dirt that's on my shoulders. My horrid past and the disgusting things that I've done have left me to my fate of feeling like I don't deserve the light of day nor the dark. But what would the people I love think when they found me dead?

"`My mother may leave me at home all alone, forget to food shop when we need to, and show her `love' by throwing money at me, but I love her. I do want her to see her mistakes, to see how damaged, lost and in need of guidance I am, but I don't know how, besides death. Maybe, someday…

"`Then there's Kari. I don't know what I'd do without her. I love her dearly. She's been there for me no matter what. But even the light that radiates from her can't chase away the darkness that constantly surrounds me.

"`And then there's him. The boy with the burgundy hair all spiked up. Just like his personality. He can always somehow make me smile, even at my lowest. Even though I'm this tainted, ex-druggie, pessimistic, suicidal, thing and I know that he'd never ever like me more than a very good friend, even if he were gay. But I wish I could just tell him how wonderful he is and how much I care. I'm sure that it might take a while to explain, but maybe…

"`Maybe he could love me too, despite all of the above. Maybe we could be together, even for just a day. Maybe just maybe.

"`Just maybe I'll wake up again tomorrow just to see his always smiling face. And maybe I will stop thinking of different ways to die, and decide to live for him. But until then…'"

I stopped trying to stop him when he got to the "him" part. It was pretty much hopeless at that point. He would know how pathetic I was and that I was so piteously in love with him. Davis might act and look it, but he isn't that stupid.

So, I guess it was denial that caused him to say, "Dude, Teeks, that's deep. So who's the lucky guy?"

I just stared at him as he rushed through names. "Okay, very good friend. Tai? No, ick! Izzy? He's got kinda spiky hair. Ewww, never mind. How about Ken? In his Kaiser look? Naw, you don't go for the evil style. Do you?"

I kept staring as he waited for an answer or hint. As his face changed from eagerness to confusion, he started to point to himself and squeaked, "Me?"

I grimly smiled and quickly turned away, knowing that my face would be flushed red. I felt him come up behind me and say, "Uh, Keru. Let's hurry up, kay?"

I turned back around and watched him gather the folder in his arms. "Okay," I answered. I tried to take the folder away, but he firmly resisted.

"What are you gonna do with this?"

I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out my lighter. Davis' face panicked and he raced out to the balcony, pulling the other three folders out of the trash.

"No way man! You can't burn these!"

I gave him a skeptical look as he hugged the folders defensively.

"Well," I suggested. "Do you want them? Cause I think that they're crap."

"Really? You'll let me have them? Coolis!" He smiled widely and started to rummage through the folders, admiring my work.

I was utterly shocked. They were only rants and moans about life, the world, death and me. Davis was acting as if they were worth millions.

Plus, why the hell didn't he freak on me!?! I just placed my bare heart out in front of him, basically telling him that I loved him. Did I worry for the past two years for nothing? Did he maybe feel the same?

But I had no time to think about this. We had a job that needed to be done. We had to get everything finished, everything together and leave before nightfall. Then, once we were away and back to normal, would I ask him.

"Okay," I said, brushing past him and back onto the patio. "Let's move on, shall we?" Grabbing one of the many yellow post-it notes from the sea of excuses, I flicked on the lighter and held it up to my mom's note from two weeks ago (Meeting with head of office. Back at 2. Call if emergency), letting it catch fire and begin to curl up before throwing both items into the trash. Soon the whole trash was a blaze and small snapping noises could be heard.

As Dai watched the notes crumple and burn, I ran into the house and out to the living room. Slamming open the side table drawer, I grabbed my mother's entire stash of cigarettes and walked back to my room. Davis began to speak, but I shushed him.

He watched as I threw them in, pack by pack. Davis suddenly ran out. I waited, watching in pleasure as the cigarettes quickly shriveled. He came back in seconds, holding three packets of post-it notes. I smiled gratefully as I took them and threw them in too.

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~Dai~

He loves me?

My thoughts clouded my eyes for a moment. I had never thought of him that way, ever. I knew he cared, but because he was TK, always caring. That's just something that you'd expect from him.

I didn't want to crush him, I didn't want to break his heart.

I shook my head and said to myself, I didn't love him. It was as simple as that.

Sure, TK was, is, a great guy. Smart, ambitious, nice thoughtful, determined, artistic, and really attractive. But, you know, if I were gay. And, but, you know, I'm not. So…

I shook my head, frowning this time.

But I couldn't not tell him though. I guess I'd have to wait until we switched to lay it on him softly. Besides, how could I tell myself that I don't love him that way?

(((((((((((((((((((((TBC)))))))))))))))))))))

ST: Oh boi. The angst is getting to me.

TK: You made me, um, how you say, FREAKY!

ST: Dude, you've ALWAYS been freaky.

TK: Oh.

ST: Just an explanation for TK's "freakiness." He's a writer, kay? I'm one myself and understand the words that he wrote.

TK: Uh, you wrote them.

ST: Hmmm, you're right. Well, explanation is done! Carry on and review! And remember, 3 more left!

TK: `Til then…

[tbc]

{THE ADVENTURES OF DAI PART 2}

Dai: Heyas! Today we're gonna rummage through ST's stuff just for the hell of it!

(Sits down at her messy desk and picks up tons of papers.)

Dai: Hmmm, CD's, notes, books, notebooks, empty bottle of Dr. Pepper.

(Suddenly Dais hears a voice, telling him that someone is approaching the room)

ST: Yea! Duckie, there's this one part where Daisuke is at the pool and he falls in and turns into Dark and then he's all like, oh shit! It's awesome! And he's sooo hot! No, not Dark! Daisuke! And he's in eight grade! 14! Perfecto! If, you know, manga characters could come to life.

(PAUSE)

ST: Yes, dude. I know that you'd tackle Dais if he were real. But then I'd tackle Daisuke if HE were real! Yep. Kays. Oh, did I tell you about…

(ST leaves room and Dais is alone)

Dai: (sighs) I'm confused. Are you? Maybe I should just stay out of things that aren't mine.

(Dais leaves.)

{END OF TAOD}

Oh, by the way, have you dudes ever heard of DN Angel? There's this guy named Daisuke in it who looks almost exactly like Dais! And almost the same personality. It's real good. Oh and my buddy DK is in love with the Digimon Dais. She told me to tell you that. Laterz! Oh, review!