Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Desire ❯ Episode 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Episode 3-Call in the Dead of Night

 

 

He slowly walked over to the phone. Contemplating what he should do, he made his decision. He knew he couldn't stay in this city. He would come back some day, but he loved her, it was not something he could so easily get over and be near them, together. Not anytime soon anyways. He dialed out and sat down as it rang. Suddenly it went to a busy signal; he pulled the phone from his ear and looked at it confusingly, he put it back to his ear, it now sounded like a modem connecting. Then the line went to dead air. He hung up. `What the hell?'

 

He shook his head and stood up to leave, he stopped in mid-step. `Wait......that sound.' He got it almost immediately. Unhooking his phone he moved over to his computer and pulled it up, he inserted the cord into it. Sitting down he pushed the button and it began to boot up. Once it booted up, he opened the dial-up connections box. Finding the box that held his current ISP's number, he replaced it with the given number and hit connect.

 

The computer finished dialing and began connecting. Once it was connected he was a little shocked, he didn't actually think it would really work, it was just a whim. Although he didn't notice it for a second, but the taskbar was flashing. He clicked it and read the sent message.

 

`Good Job Mr. Motomiya, only 3 minutes, you beat my record by 16 minutes. I knew you could do it, that's why I picked you.' Davis replied.

 

`What? Who are you?'

 

`Oh right, this was to test your thinking abilities and it's more secure since the bug on your phone can only hear the modem.'

 

`What!?'

 

`Never mind, just meet me in front of your building in ten minutes.' Davis was about to protest, but a message saying `connection lost' came up before he could.

 

He stared at the screen for a few minutes, but then realized the phone had been ringing. He walked to it and looked at the caller I.D., he sneered and walked away. It read Takaishi Natsuko. He didn't plan on staying bitter forever, but he'd just had his heart crushed, he wasn't about to be nice any time soon. He picked up his keys and jacket and walked out the door. Walking down the stairs to waste time he thought about all the years he and the chosen had known each other, from the battles with Malo-Myotismon and the picnics in the Digital World to the battles with the hackers. He reached the bottom, only slightly tired.

 

Daisuke walked to his car and pulled his keys. Entering it, he put the key in the ignition and turned it. He pulled out of the parking spot and pulled out onto the street in front of his building. He turned the corner and stopped in front of the building. Waiting for about five minutes he scoffed and reached for the key, a hand slapped his window, he jumped, a face popped into view and motioned for Davis to roll down his window. If the man weren't wearing an Armani-like $1000 suit he wouldn't even consider it. He pushed the down button.

 

“I was worried you wouldn't let me in for a second there.” Davis eyes him cautiously and carefully.

 

“I haven't let you in and you haven't convinced me to do otherwise.”

 

“Fair enough, I'm Michael Ryland, nice to meet you Daisuke Mitsuke Motomiya.”

 

“That didn't help your case.”

 

“Haha right, right, the reason we had to go through all this and for yours and our safety. There are people who don't want you to help us.”

 

“Us, us who? The U.N. personnel?”

 

“No, the U.N. thing was a cover, again for your protection. We're a joint undercover force, between the United States, Japan, and most of Europe. We were sanctioned to bring about the death of terrorism of normal, high class, and digital world classed.” Davis finally became fully interested. “But you would have to start right away if you want to take it on. You identity would be severed; you may stay in semi-contact with family, but no others. Do you-”

 

“Can I have time to pack?”

 

“Not even an ounce of hesitation, yes, one hour but only get needed things. I'll send someone to get everything else. Also we'll continue payment for the apartment and if at anytime you want you can opt to get out, no questions asked. Your life will return to normal.”

 

“What about-” It was Davis' turn to be cut off.

 

“You may make some phone calls, but do now tell them anything except that you're leaving, you may tell your family that you'll call them soon. Be here in one hour. You can still opt out, just tell me.”

 

“I've no regrets about this.” `Yes you do!' His mind counter-acted. “Oh, before I go, I have a question. Well, actually two.”

 

“Go ahead.”

 

“First, why did you leave a message with my parents and not me?”

 

“I wanted to speak with them, anything you want to know about someone you can find out from their parents.”

 

“Right, two how many others are there?”

 

“Including you, six, and you'll meet them tomorrow in Miami. Now get going, the flight is in an hour and a half.”

 

The man popped back out of site as he quickly as he had in site. Davis laid back and listened to the music. He rolled his eyes at the irony of the playing song. He never much like this song, but he listened because it sort of fit his situation. He listened to what the woman sang and it hit him hard. It was like a message, that's when he got it, that's when he finally realized it. She would never love him; his decision was made from that final thought. His anger left him, as did his angst. He knew had didn't have a say; he just knew what he had to do for his friends.

 

The phone was in his hands, three bags sat at the door, it only took him twenty minutes. He tried to think of what to say while he held the phone in his hands. He dialed, not even knowing what he would say or how he would say it. It rang and continued to do so, until the machine answered.

 

“This is the Yagami Residence; please leave a message for us. *#$Beep$#*”

 

“........Hey, it's me. I just wanted to tell you I decided to accept that. I won't be able to tell you where I'm going, nor if or when I'll be back, but I promise I will be back. Don't worry about calling the others; I'm doing that after this. Don't think I did this because of you, I love you, unless I had good reason I wouldn't leave. You loving Tk is not a reason…” He lied through the skin of his teeth, the sadness in his eyes proved it, he hung up, not know what else to say. He dialed again. He was glad it was 3am otherwise he would be getting answers.

 

“Hi! This is home of Natsuko, my mom and me Tk Takaishi; please leave a message after the beep. *#$Beep$#*”

 

“Hey man, it's me. I just got done giving Kari this same message. Remember that job? I decided to accept it, don't panic, I decided this long before I knew about you and Kari. Although it shocked me, I'm happy for you two. Please take care of her, I'll return someday and if I find out you hurt her, trust me, you'll regret it.” He chuckled, he went straight-faced. “I'll see ya on the flip side.” The phone clicked off.

 

Next he called Ken, them Tai, Matt, Yolie, Jun, and so on. He'd told them all good-bye only his parents were left. He looked around the dark apartment and sighed. He smiled, “I'll miss it. I'll miss it all.” He dialed the final number.

 

“This is the Motomiya's, we're out on vacation so leave a message and when we get back we'll call you. *#$Beep$#*”

 

“Hey mom, I just wanted to tell you I decided to accept that job, but it means I'm going out of contact for a few days, at most a month, but don't worry. I swear I'll call you. And you too dad. I love ya'll, bye.” He clicked the phone off, set it in the charger, and stood from the bed. He walked to the doorway and picked up the bags. With them around his shoulder, he turned and gazed at the apartment for one last time, then walked out...

 

Kari stretched as she sat up from bed. She walked to the bathroom and got dressed. In her pink shirt and red skirt she walked past the answering machine. `I'll check it when I get back.' She walked out the door.

 

She and Tk wanted to go talk to Davis so he picked her up and they headed over there. They held a fluent conversation, trying to keep their minds off of what was coming. They reached the apartment and knocked on the door. No answer, they tried again and continued for another five minutes. Kari motioned to leave and as they walked away she pulled her cell and called his. `Out of service' tolled out the earphone.

 

Tk dropped her off, but not before making plans for that night. She hesitant, but did agree. She thought about where he could be, but just brushed it off and decided she'd go again tomorrow or she'd call again later.

 

Stepping into the apartment, Kari slipped her shoes off and walked inside after settling in she walked to the kitchen, on her way she pushed the button on the answering machine. `You have three new messages.' It said. She listened as she put a pot on the stove and turned the heat on.

 

“First Message, 2:39 Pm, yesterday. Hey Kari It's Mimi, just seeing if you wanted to go shopping or something, call me! *#$Beep$#*”

 

“Second Message, 2:40 Pm, Yesterday. Hey dude- wait, oops, sorry, wrong number. *#$Beep$#*” Kari shook her head as she reached in the fridge and pulled out the milk.

 

“Third Message, 3:03am Today.” Who the hell called at three in the morning? “........Hey, it's me.” She stopped in her tracks. “I just wanted to tell you I decided to accept that. I won't be able to tell you where I'm going, nor if or when I'll be back, but I promise I will be back.” Her eyes widened as the white liquid spattered on the floor, cabinets, and her legs. She had dropped the milk, but she didn't care. She continued to listen, a look of shock on her face, her hands over her mouth. “Don't worry about calling the others; I'm doing that after this. Don't think I did this because of you, I love you, unless I had good reason I wouldn't leave. You loving Tk is not a reason…” welled as she held her breath. “*#$Beep$#*” She closed her eyes and the tears came down. “End of messages.” She sobbed as she ran to the phone and called everyone, he didn't lie he called every last one of them. He even left an extra message for Mimi at Yolie's where she was staying.

 

The sun beamed off his face as the jeans and t-shirt suited person stepped off the plane. The person wore dark sunglasses and a small black jacket. He looked up to the sun and removed his sunglasses.

 

“So this is Miami.........” The burgundy haired person said. He replaces his glasses and walks away into the sunlight......

 

End Episode 3