Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Excuses ❯ Friendship Excuses ( Chapter 5 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: ashez2ashes 
Davis talks with Matt in the park...(after jun leaves of course..^_^). Read and discover the evil of trashcans.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.18.2001 | Updated On: 10.24.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 357 | Status: Completed
Davis talks with Matt in the park...(after jun leaves of course..^_^). Read and discover the evil of trashcans.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.18.2001 | Updated On: 10.24.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 357 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Digimon is own by people with money that are not me. Don't sue me,
'cause all you'd get would be a rusty nickel and an old jolly rancher.
Note: Yet another chapter. As of right now, there is going to be two more
chapters after this one. Ken will be in the last one. ^_^ Please review, I won't
start on the next one until I get a couple of them. I don't know if I like this
one. And one more thing I must say, even though it's getting cliche by now...
Down with Davis bashing!
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Friendship Excuses
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"What did that trashcan ever do to you?"
Great. Of all the people to see me kick that, it had to be Matt, brother to the
perfect one. What is he doing here? Heh, probably running away from Jun. I don't
blame him. So what did the trashcan ever do to me? Nothing. But hey, life isn't
fair, so it just has to deal with it right? Like he'd believe that one. Well I
better think up some kind of excuse before he tells the park orderlies and they
come and beat me to death with brooms.
"It uh . . . was an evil Digimon!"
Oh, thanks brain. That's so much better.
"Really?" Matt raised an eyebrow, walked over, and sat down on the bench. He was
sipping some kind of drink in a platic cup. Who said he could sit down on my
bench? Might as well sit down too.
"What? You never heard of Trashcan-mon?"
"Trashcan-mon...uh huh. Ok then, why didn't you get your digimon to do it?" He
pointed to Chibimon who was under the bench, playing with a butterfly.
"He's busy. Aren't you Chibimon?"
"OOooOoo! Davish! Look at the pretty butterfly!" Chibimon scurried underneath
the bench, oblivious to the troubles of the world. I really envy him sometimes.
"See? What do you care anyways?" Whoa! Back the trolley up, man! That was almost
real emotion! I gotta smile . . . ok. I'm relaxed. Nothing is wrong. I won't let
Matt think I'm weak.
Because I'm not weak. I'm not allowed to be.
"Calm down. I just saw you and Jun talking and--"
I froze in shock. How much did he hear? No no no no no...Ah! Get it together!
"Eh heh, heh. Yeah. Whatever. Spying on people is rude." My voice held a little
more anger than I had meant to let out and Matt looked at me in surprise. Jeez,
the guy must think ALL the Motomiya's worship him.
"Don't get your knickers in a bunch Davis." He put his hands behind his head and
leaned back like he owned the bench. Who said he could sit down next to me? Even
if he is almost a Japanese rock star, he doesn't own this bench! "I wasn't
spying. I was HIDING from that crazy sister of yours. You remember her? Spikey
hair? Stalks people?"
"Dun know. Someone once yelled at me for talking bad about my sister. Something
about 'looking down on anyone who's talks bad about their brother or sister'?"
"Yeah, I remember something vaguely like that. Some naive little boy said it who
didn't realize the horror of his words."
I must be hearing things. I coulda sworn that was an apology. Uh, what is Matt
doing?
"Um . . . Davis?" Matt blinked and looked at me. . . and looked at me . . . and
looked me . . . and looked at me . . . and . . . hey! I'm getting really
uncomfortable here!
"What?!"
"What happened to your goggles?"
Does everyone think I super-glued them on?!
Breath man! Calming breaths. Calm . . . like the ocean. Like those tapes Dad
listens for stress! Water trickling, birds singing, jungle sounds . . . How ARE
jungle sounds soothing? Don't things in the jungle get killed a lot? Oh never
mind.
"I gave them back to Tai." Might as well tell him the truth, TK musta mentioned
it.
"Why?"
"They weren't mine. They were Tai's."
Matt's eyes widened like I had just told him I wanted to be a professional
ballerina. "But they were a present from Tai. I thought you loved those things?
Tai always seemed to think they were a symbol of leadership--"
"I'M NOT TAI."
Oops. I'm gonna get it with that comment. I have to stop saying exactly what I'm
thinking!
"Was wondering when you'd finally realize it." He smirked and sipped his soda.
. . . huh?
"Huh?"
Oops.
"I figured if you got the Digimental of Friendship you had to have some of me in
there, too." He seemed really pleased by this. I think someone told me once that
Matt had wanted to be the leader.
Nice to know I'm making the guy feel better about himself.
"Heh, having both of us up there." He pointed to my brain, or at least the space
where it's supposed to be. "Must be really hard, having to lead everyone into
danger but at the same time not wanting anyone to get hurt. Always fighting with
yourself."
I looked away. What does he know? He doesn't know me. "Whatever."
"OOoh, so I was right!" He snickered and sipped his soda... water...hard liquor,
ya know, whatever he was drinking.
"Don't you have to trash a hotel room somewhere?"
"You know, I thought you were a real jerk at first." Like the rest of the world.
"But you've really changed. Especially the three-sixty you did concerning Ken.
It took the rest awhile to forgive him, but you did it without a second
thought."
Whoa.
That DID NOT just happen.
Matt . . . complemented me?!
Let's see. Sky's still blue and hasn't fallen yet. Don't see any pigs flying.
Heh, Patamon must be inside Tk's house. Ouch! Nope. Not a dream either.
Besides, It didn't have anything to do with me. Ken's the one that broke free
from the darkness in his soul. He was the only one that could break the cycle.
He had to find the kindness in his heart.
Aw man, that sounds REALLY cheesy.
"But Ken's changed. It wasn't that hard to tell. He wasn't really that cruel
Digimon Emperor. He was just putting up a front, pretending to be someone he
wasn't." Which is something I would know nothing about by the way. "I guess he
thought he had to replace his brother. He tried to give the world back Sam, but
he didn't take into account it might need a Ken more."
Matt's smile faded. "People eventually become what they're pretending to be." He
turned in his seat and faced me. "Who are you and what have you done with
Davis?"
"He was abducted by aliens. Your going to have to talk to crazy trashcan kicking
boy right now. Would you like to leave a message?"
"Yeah." Matt stood up. "Tell him to stay away for awhile. I like this Davis a
lot better." He smiled and I . . . blushed? No I didn't do that. It would mean I
was embarrassed and I'm totally not.
Matt turned and walked away dramatically, the wind whipping through his hair as
the sun began to set and--
immediately turned around.
"Uh, and if you see Jun you NEVER saw me ok?" And then Matt jogged away very
undignified like, looking over his shoulder nervously for a crazed pink fangirl.
Matt thinks I'm his friend! I . . . can't believe it. All that stuff about not
putting up fronts . . . could it really work? What if I'm just really some weak
kid, and I can't take it? It'd be just selfish to let all my friends down like
that.
But if Matt's my friend, and he has the crest of friendship . . . he must know
what he's talking about.
Still, being myself? I'll have to think about it for awhile.
I don't know if the real Davis can take it . . .
'cause all you'd get would be a rusty nickel and an old jolly rancher.
Note: Yet another chapter. As of right now, there is going to be two more
chapters after this one. Ken will be in the last one. ^_^ Please review, I won't
start on the next one until I get a couple of them. I don't know if I like this
one. And one more thing I must say, even though it's getting cliche by now...
Down with Davis bashing!
********************
Friendship Excuses
********************
"What did that trashcan ever do to you?"
Great. Of all the people to see me kick that, it had to be Matt, brother to the
perfect one. What is he doing here? Heh, probably running away from Jun. I don't
blame him. So what did the trashcan ever do to me? Nothing. But hey, life isn't
fair, so it just has to deal with it right? Like he'd believe that one. Well I
better think up some kind of excuse before he tells the park orderlies and they
come and beat me to death with brooms.
"It uh . . . was an evil Digimon!"
Oh, thanks brain. That's so much better.
"Really?" Matt raised an eyebrow, walked over, and sat down on the bench. He was
sipping some kind of drink in a platic cup. Who said he could sit down on my
bench? Might as well sit down too.
"What? You never heard of Trashcan-mon?"
"Trashcan-mon...uh huh. Ok then, why didn't you get your digimon to do it?" He
pointed to Chibimon who was under the bench, playing with a butterfly.
"He's busy. Aren't you Chibimon?"
"OOooOoo! Davish! Look at the pretty butterfly!" Chibimon scurried underneath
the bench, oblivious to the troubles of the world. I really envy him sometimes.
"See? What do you care anyways?" Whoa! Back the trolley up, man! That was almost
real emotion! I gotta smile . . . ok. I'm relaxed. Nothing is wrong. I won't let
Matt think I'm weak.
Because I'm not weak. I'm not allowed to be.
"Calm down. I just saw you and Jun talking and--"
I froze in shock. How much did he hear? No no no no no...Ah! Get it together!
"Eh heh, heh. Yeah. Whatever. Spying on people is rude." My voice held a little
more anger than I had meant to let out and Matt looked at me in surprise. Jeez,
the guy must think ALL the Motomiya's worship him.
"Don't get your knickers in a bunch Davis." He put his hands behind his head and
leaned back like he owned the bench. Who said he could sit down next to me? Even
if he is almost a Japanese rock star, he doesn't own this bench! "I wasn't
spying. I was HIDING from that crazy sister of yours. You remember her? Spikey
hair? Stalks people?"
"Dun know. Someone once yelled at me for talking bad about my sister. Something
about 'looking down on anyone who's talks bad about their brother or sister'?"
"Yeah, I remember something vaguely like that. Some naive little boy said it who
didn't realize the horror of his words."
I must be hearing things. I coulda sworn that was an apology. Uh, what is Matt
doing?
"Um . . . Davis?" Matt blinked and looked at me. . . and looked at me . . . and
looked me . . . and looked at me . . . and . . . hey! I'm getting really
uncomfortable here!
"What?!"
"What happened to your goggles?"
Does everyone think I super-glued them on?!
Breath man! Calming breaths. Calm . . . like the ocean. Like those tapes Dad
listens for stress! Water trickling, birds singing, jungle sounds . . . How ARE
jungle sounds soothing? Don't things in the jungle get killed a lot? Oh never
mind.
"I gave them back to Tai." Might as well tell him the truth, TK musta mentioned
it.
"Why?"
"They weren't mine. They were Tai's."
Matt's eyes widened like I had just told him I wanted to be a professional
ballerina. "But they were a present from Tai. I thought you loved those things?
Tai always seemed to think they were a symbol of leadership--"
"I'M NOT TAI."
Oops. I'm gonna get it with that comment. I have to stop saying exactly what I'm
thinking!
"Was wondering when you'd finally realize it." He smirked and sipped his soda.
. . . huh?
"Huh?"
Oops.
"I figured if you got the Digimental of Friendship you had to have some of me in
there, too." He seemed really pleased by this. I think someone told me once that
Matt had wanted to be the leader.
Nice to know I'm making the guy feel better about himself.
"Heh, having both of us up there." He pointed to my brain, or at least the space
where it's supposed to be. "Must be really hard, having to lead everyone into
danger but at the same time not wanting anyone to get hurt. Always fighting with
yourself."
I looked away. What does he know? He doesn't know me. "Whatever."
"OOoh, so I was right!" He snickered and sipped his soda... water...hard liquor,
ya know, whatever he was drinking.
"Don't you have to trash a hotel room somewhere?"
"You know, I thought you were a real jerk at first." Like the rest of the world.
"But you've really changed. Especially the three-sixty you did concerning Ken.
It took the rest awhile to forgive him, but you did it without a second
thought."
Whoa.
That DID NOT just happen.
Matt . . . complemented me?!
Let's see. Sky's still blue and hasn't fallen yet. Don't see any pigs flying.
Heh, Patamon must be inside Tk's house. Ouch! Nope. Not a dream either.
Besides, It didn't have anything to do with me. Ken's the one that broke free
from the darkness in his soul. He was the only one that could break the cycle.
He had to find the kindness in his heart.
Aw man, that sounds REALLY cheesy.
"But Ken's changed. It wasn't that hard to tell. He wasn't really that cruel
Digimon Emperor. He was just putting up a front, pretending to be someone he
wasn't." Which is something I would know nothing about by the way. "I guess he
thought he had to replace his brother. He tried to give the world back Sam, but
he didn't take into account it might need a Ken more."
Matt's smile faded. "People eventually become what they're pretending to be." He
turned in his seat and faced me. "Who are you and what have you done with
Davis?"
"He was abducted by aliens. Your going to have to talk to crazy trashcan kicking
boy right now. Would you like to leave a message?"
"Yeah." Matt stood up. "Tell him to stay away for awhile. I like this Davis a
lot better." He smiled and I . . . blushed? No I didn't do that. It would mean I
was embarrassed and I'm totally not.
Matt turned and walked away dramatically, the wind whipping through his hair as
the sun began to set and--
immediately turned around.
"Uh, and if you see Jun you NEVER saw me ok?" And then Matt jogged away very
undignified like, looking over his shoulder nervously for a crazed pink fangirl.
Matt thinks I'm his friend! I . . . can't believe it. All that stuff about not
putting up fronts . . . could it really work? What if I'm just really some weak
kid, and I can't take it? It'd be just selfish to let all my friends down like
that.
But if Matt's my friend, and he has the crest of friendship . . . he must know
what he's talking about.
Still, being myself? I'll have to think about it for awhile.
I don't know if the real Davis can take it . . .