Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Star: That Same Beautiful Song ❯ Confrontation ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Splash 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.06.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 356 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.06.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 356 | Status: Completed
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Lost Star:
That Same Beautiful Song Part 3
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Notes: Angtsy Taito continues! Eheheh, more totally O.O.C Biyomon... And yeah, I'm aware that the real Sora wouldn't do something this cruel, but this is MY Sora!
... UGH, did I just say that? I don't want a Sora! *shoos away*
And if I REALLY had it my way she wouldn't be in Digimon in the first place, but this is one of those, "interpretation of what REALLY happened in the show," fics! And when I say that I'd put Sora into a different Anime. That way the Sora fans can still be happy and I won't be affected... hopefully ~_^ Hey, it could happen! They've already done it with Yamato, he's in an Anime series called Dr. Rin... he's got the same looks there, the same voice actor, and the same God-friggin sexiness... But other than seeing the opening and getting some info from Megchan's board, I don't know more about the guy ;_;
And more references to the actual Lost Star Taito Doujinshi... if you haven't seen/read it, once again the URL is http://www.zyfect.com/users/gottaito/loststar.htm . It won't kill you if you don't read it, but is HIGHLY HIGHLY HIGHLY recommended, and not just by me ~_^
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*Zcccchh...*
" Sora..."
The female froze as her hand touched her refrigerator door. " Biyomon?" she called to the formless voice.
" We've got a problem and I don't have much time to talk." the tone of the bird's voice matched her statement.
Sora paused from getting a snack and went to sit down at the little dinner table near her kitchen. " What's going on?"
" It seems that your power of love is fading away again," the shapeless voice spoke in her mind.
Sora's eyes curled in a completely confused fashion.
The voice made a deep sigh. " Guess I'll just give you all the info in one scoop, then. I hoped never to return these memories, but seeing this situation, I have no choice but to do so."
Sora felt a huge charge go through her brain, and in an instant, previously forgotten memories of the few days before Christmas returned. Her power of love, Biyomon's suffering, the one thing that would change it all...
That Christmas present...
" Okay, I understand," Sora said slowly, still contemplating her past actions, " What came up, then?"
" Yamato's previous love has somehow remembered," the voice replied, " Just make sure he stays with you, all right?"
Sora's mother walked into the building at that moment, only to see her nodding to herself. Ignoring her daughter's awkwardness, she said, " Hey, Sora, that Yamato boy is waiting outside for you."
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He thought it was best to improvise when Matt got there, so the three boys had nothing else to do but wait. Tai just sat back in his computer chair, occasionally flattening a crease in his blue fitness clothes. Bored, he shuffled through his mind for a flashback of the past...
" AAH!!!"
A tall, lanky figured boy with insanely long bangs approached the two boys... one of which was hiding behind the other, though the mass of brown hair sticking out easily gave him away.
" Uh, hi," Matt said with a coy smile, " Don't mind my friend here, he's just sped."
" I am NOT sped!" the bushy hair replied.
Matt blinked. " You're usually agreeing when I say you're sped, Tai, is today an exception or something?"
" Not really, it's just that..."
The tall one quirked an eyebrow. " Uh, can I talk to the bushy haired kid?"
Matt considered it for a second. " Sure, but I'm staying." And with that, he tried to step away, but a sudden grip on his waist kept him from moving.
" AAH! Tai-"
The brunette emitted a pitiful squeak and planted Matt in his place. Matt tried to struggle out, but the other had quite a powerful hold on his waist.
" Come on, Tai, leggo..."
" But Yamaaaaaa..."
A giant sweatdrop suddenly appeared on the person with long bangs. The touchy scene was getting a little annoying...
" Hey, Tai, my name's Bob," the man said, now that he knew the other person's name. " About that concert..."
Another squeak came out from Tai as he began to squeeze Matt with his arms like a plush doll. Matt almost choked from the pressure, but stopped trying to resist.
" Sorry about getting so uptight about you bumpin' into me, I wasn't in the brightest of moods. And I forgive you since you were in a rush to... uh..." Bob's cheeks burned a bright pink.
And within the next minute, Tai was shaking hands with the new acquaintance. " You know what, you look a LOT like this guy I saw on this show called... uh..."
" The one with all the politics and mechas? Yeah, I get that a lot..."
A buzzing noise brought him out of his trance and into the present. His gaze wandered over to Daisuke and Ken, in their usual intimacy. The old mild jealousy kicked in, wishing that his loved one still loved him...
" He's here! About time!" Daisuke leaped to his feet and charged toward the door.
This was it, the moment Tai had been impatiently waiting for. Nervousness could barely describe what he felt.
" Wait, Tai."
The brunette paused at Ken's words. He gave him a questioning look. " Hm?"
" Remember that you have the crest of Courage. Right now would be a great time to show that you're its owner," Ken replied, " Keep your hopes high."
" Hope is TK's crest." the brunette remarked.
Ken scowled slightly, clenching his teeth, " This is NOT the time..."
" Yeah, I know," Tai immediately apologized, " I'm just cracking up, so don't mind me..."
Ken was about to say something sympathetically, but Daisuke had begun turning the knob.
The door opened, revealing the expected blonde behind it. Tai could have fallen apart right then and there by the mere sight of what he didn't have anymore, but he managed to control himself and invited the guest inside.
" Uh... why don't we all go sit down on the couches?" Tai suggested, leading them a short way to the television area. When they arrived there moments later, nobody made a move to sit down anywhere. Ten seconds of awkwardness forced Daisuke to sit down, dragging Ken with him. Tai gave Matt a quick glance, out of questioning and just for the sake of looking at Yamato Ishida. The blonde sat down, and was indifferent when Tai followed, sitting close so their shoulders were almost touching.
' He's got a lot more room on the couch, he doesn't have to get so...' Matt observed, casting a brief glance at the other male, ' but it's kinda neat being like-' a sudden compulsion made him brush the thought away.
There was almost a full minute of silence. Daisuke and Ken both sat with their hands in their laps, and Tai kept making tiny, shy glances at Matt, twiddling his thumbs.
And finally Daisuke's impulsiveness got to the better of him. " You know what? I'm gonna fix us something to eat. You hungry, Yamato-san?"
" -San?" Matt replied, " I don't remember you naming me with any sort of respect at all."
" Well, I started calling you that after I told you about... uh... and I found out that..." Daisuke blushed, " Tai, why don't YOU tell him? Ken, come on, let's see what we can find. You can raid cupboards, right?" He dragged Ken again into the kitchen. They would still be able to hear Tai and Matt's conversation there.
Tai and Matt watched the pair scramble through the kitchen for a while, but Matt lost interest quickly and began working his fingers into the furniture. " So what was Daisuke talking about?"
" Uh..." How would he explain it... " You ever notice how many similarities Daisuke and Ken have compared to us?"
" Yeah, Daisuke has your eyes and Ken has mine," Matt replied in his casual half-stoic manner.
Tai's posture sulked slightly. " Well, not just that, we have more in common than that..."
" Like?"
' To hell with going slow...' " They share a special relationship." Tai stated, turning away and blushing a deep red, ' He'll probably flip when he realizes what I'm talking about...'
" What do you mean a special relationship?" Matt questioned.
' Feh, figures he'd say that,' Tai thought, ' Just let it sink in for a bit...'
And he did that. And Matt just sat there on the couch, looking innocently clueless.
' Great,' he sighed, knowing Matt had no idea what he was saying whatsoever, ' Leave it to Matt to be this dense... that sounds like something he would say about me, actually...'
He turned around to face Matt's eyes directly. " They're more than just best friends."
Matt continued to look at him funny.
Tai practically fell over. " God, you really ARE blonde, you know that?"
" HEY!" Matt exclaimed, deeply offended, " Don't use those kind of stereotypes."
" Yeah, I'm sorry, you're right, I shouldn't," Tai apologized dully. " It'd be kinda hypocritical, anyway..."
" Huh?"
Tai let out a small, sad sigh. ' Why can't he just get it through his mind?!? Sora really must've fucked it up... Than again, I take that back...'
" You shouldn't be going out with Sora," he finally said flatly.
" WHAT?!?" Matt shouted, " Tai, I don't know what's up with you lately, but what makes you think you can just--wait a second... you're jealous, aren't you?!?"
Tai had reached the point where he lost his control over his conscious mind. " Yes. I'm jealous of Sora."
Matt almost crossed his arms in satisfaction, yet Tai's statement didn't seem to click in his mind like how he thought it would...
In the background, Daisuke and Ken's whispers simply added to Matt's suspicions...
The brunette inwardly winced as realization dawned on the other, his face curling into an awkward expression. A deep silence hovered within the room, and now even Daisuke barely moved a muscle...
For a fleeting moment, Tai saw something in the blonde's blue eyes. A look of understanding, confusion, love and hate...
And then... it was so inaudible, Tai almost missed it...
" I have to go."
" What?" Tai immediately responded.
" I... I can't be here," Matt started getting off the couch, bringing a hand to his forehead, "I feel kind of sick."
Within a minute, Daisuke was experiencing Deja vu, as he craddled a sobbing Tai in his arms. Ken watched them for a while in the kitchen, and then glanced towards the door the blonde had rushed past, brushing a small strand of his dark hair behind his ear.
' TK's Crest of Hope my ass.'
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Tsuzuku (To be Continued...)
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End notes: You know what? I'm getting sick of using most of the N/A names.. after writing Drops of Jupiter (Oh, glorious squishy Taito!), I've discovered that I like using their Japanese names so much more. ^^;;
4 chapters are planned for this, but I dunno if that'll happen, I might go longer ^_^ But darn homework..
*Whacks assignment on illogical assumptions about racial marriages in the mid-60s*
Someone wanna help me out? ;_; I hate writing English papers... American Heritage ones I don't mind, but Miss Kubinski is insanely PICKY!!!!!!!
Anyhow... ^^;; Please R/R! Sorry this chapter wasn't as long as I first intended to, but I didn't get writing to the part I wanted to in this chapter, so it'll carry on to the next chapter, which is why it might be longer than 4 chapters... if you're catching my drift.. ^^;;
Splash
http://www.zyfect.com/users/gottaito
Lost Star:
That Same Beautiful Song Part 3
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Notes: Angtsy Taito continues! Eheheh, more totally O.O.C Biyomon... And yeah, I'm aware that the real Sora wouldn't do something this cruel, but this is MY Sora!
... UGH, did I just say that? I don't want a Sora! *shoos away*
And if I REALLY had it my way she wouldn't be in Digimon in the first place, but this is one of those, "interpretation of what REALLY happened in the show," fics! And when I say that I'd put Sora into a different Anime. That way the Sora fans can still be happy and I won't be affected... hopefully ~_^ Hey, it could happen! They've already done it with Yamato, he's in an Anime series called Dr. Rin... he's got the same looks there, the same voice actor, and the same God-friggin sexiness... But other than seeing the opening and getting some info from Megchan's board, I don't know more about the guy ;_;
And more references to the actual Lost Star Taito Doujinshi... if you haven't seen/read it, once again the URL is http://www.zyfect.com/users/gottaito/loststar.htm . It won't kill you if you don't read it, but is HIGHLY HIGHLY HIGHLY recommended, and not just by me ~_^
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*Zcccchh...*
" Sora..."
The female froze as her hand touched her refrigerator door. " Biyomon?" she called to the formless voice.
" We've got a problem and I don't have much time to talk." the tone of the bird's voice matched her statement.
Sora paused from getting a snack and went to sit down at the little dinner table near her kitchen. " What's going on?"
" It seems that your power of love is fading away again," the shapeless voice spoke in her mind.
Sora's eyes curled in a completely confused fashion.
The voice made a deep sigh. " Guess I'll just give you all the info in one scoop, then. I hoped never to return these memories, but seeing this situation, I have no choice but to do so."
Sora felt a huge charge go through her brain, and in an instant, previously forgotten memories of the few days before Christmas returned. Her power of love, Biyomon's suffering, the one thing that would change it all...
That Christmas present...
" Okay, I understand," Sora said slowly, still contemplating her past actions, " What came up, then?"
" Yamato's previous love has somehow remembered," the voice replied, " Just make sure he stays with you, all right?"
Sora's mother walked into the building at that moment, only to see her nodding to herself. Ignoring her daughter's awkwardness, she said, " Hey, Sora, that Yamato boy is waiting outside for you."
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He thought it was best to improvise when Matt got there, so the three boys had nothing else to do but wait. Tai just sat back in his computer chair, occasionally flattening a crease in his blue fitness clothes. Bored, he shuffled through his mind for a flashback of the past...
" AAH!!!"
A tall, lanky figured boy with insanely long bangs approached the two boys... one of which was hiding behind the other, though the mass of brown hair sticking out easily gave him away.
" Uh, hi," Matt said with a coy smile, " Don't mind my friend here, he's just sped."
" I am NOT sped!" the bushy hair replied.
Matt blinked. " You're usually agreeing when I say you're sped, Tai, is today an exception or something?"
" Not really, it's just that..."
The tall one quirked an eyebrow. " Uh, can I talk to the bushy haired kid?"
Matt considered it for a second. " Sure, but I'm staying." And with that, he tried to step away, but a sudden grip on his waist kept him from moving.
" AAH! Tai-"
The brunette emitted a pitiful squeak and planted Matt in his place. Matt tried to struggle out, but the other had quite a powerful hold on his waist.
" Come on, Tai, leggo..."
" But Yamaaaaaa..."
A giant sweatdrop suddenly appeared on the person with long bangs. The touchy scene was getting a little annoying...
" Hey, Tai, my name's Bob," the man said, now that he knew the other person's name. " About that concert..."
Another squeak came out from Tai as he began to squeeze Matt with his arms like a plush doll. Matt almost choked from the pressure, but stopped trying to resist.
" Sorry about getting so uptight about you bumpin' into me, I wasn't in the brightest of moods. And I forgive you since you were in a rush to... uh..." Bob's cheeks burned a bright pink.
And within the next minute, Tai was shaking hands with the new acquaintance. " You know what, you look a LOT like this guy I saw on this show called... uh..."
" The one with all the politics and mechas? Yeah, I get that a lot..."
A buzzing noise brought him out of his trance and into the present. His gaze wandered over to Daisuke and Ken, in their usual intimacy. The old mild jealousy kicked in, wishing that his loved one still loved him...
" He's here! About time!" Daisuke leaped to his feet and charged toward the door.
This was it, the moment Tai had been impatiently waiting for. Nervousness could barely describe what he felt.
" Wait, Tai."
The brunette paused at Ken's words. He gave him a questioning look. " Hm?"
" Remember that you have the crest of Courage. Right now would be a great time to show that you're its owner," Ken replied, " Keep your hopes high."
" Hope is TK's crest." the brunette remarked.
Ken scowled slightly, clenching his teeth, " This is NOT the time..."
" Yeah, I know," Tai immediately apologized, " I'm just cracking up, so don't mind me..."
Ken was about to say something sympathetically, but Daisuke had begun turning the knob.
The door opened, revealing the expected blonde behind it. Tai could have fallen apart right then and there by the mere sight of what he didn't have anymore, but he managed to control himself and invited the guest inside.
" Uh... why don't we all go sit down on the couches?" Tai suggested, leading them a short way to the television area. When they arrived there moments later, nobody made a move to sit down anywhere. Ten seconds of awkwardness forced Daisuke to sit down, dragging Ken with him. Tai gave Matt a quick glance, out of questioning and just for the sake of looking at Yamato Ishida. The blonde sat down, and was indifferent when Tai followed, sitting close so their shoulders were almost touching.
' He's got a lot more room on the couch, he doesn't have to get so...' Matt observed, casting a brief glance at the other male, ' but it's kinda neat being like-' a sudden compulsion made him brush the thought away.
There was almost a full minute of silence. Daisuke and Ken both sat with their hands in their laps, and Tai kept making tiny, shy glances at Matt, twiddling his thumbs.
And finally Daisuke's impulsiveness got to the better of him. " You know what? I'm gonna fix us something to eat. You hungry, Yamato-san?"
" -San?" Matt replied, " I don't remember you naming me with any sort of respect at all."
" Well, I started calling you that after I told you about... uh... and I found out that..." Daisuke blushed, " Tai, why don't YOU tell him? Ken, come on, let's see what we can find. You can raid cupboards, right?" He dragged Ken again into the kitchen. They would still be able to hear Tai and Matt's conversation there.
Tai and Matt watched the pair scramble through the kitchen for a while, but Matt lost interest quickly and began working his fingers into the furniture. " So what was Daisuke talking about?"
" Uh..." How would he explain it... " You ever notice how many similarities Daisuke and Ken have compared to us?"
" Yeah, Daisuke has your eyes and Ken has mine," Matt replied in his casual half-stoic manner.
Tai's posture sulked slightly. " Well, not just that, we have more in common than that..."
" Like?"
' To hell with going slow...' " They share a special relationship." Tai stated, turning away and blushing a deep red, ' He'll probably flip when he realizes what I'm talking about...'
" What do you mean a special relationship?" Matt questioned.
' Feh, figures he'd say that,' Tai thought, ' Just let it sink in for a bit...'
And he did that. And Matt just sat there on the couch, looking innocently clueless.
' Great,' he sighed, knowing Matt had no idea what he was saying whatsoever, ' Leave it to Matt to be this dense... that sounds like something he would say about me, actually...'
He turned around to face Matt's eyes directly. " They're more than just best friends."
Matt continued to look at him funny.
Tai practically fell over. " God, you really ARE blonde, you know that?"
" HEY!" Matt exclaimed, deeply offended, " Don't use those kind of stereotypes."
" Yeah, I'm sorry, you're right, I shouldn't," Tai apologized dully. " It'd be kinda hypocritical, anyway..."
" Huh?"
Tai let out a small, sad sigh. ' Why can't he just get it through his mind?!? Sora really must've fucked it up... Than again, I take that back...'
" You shouldn't be going out with Sora," he finally said flatly.
" WHAT?!?" Matt shouted, " Tai, I don't know what's up with you lately, but what makes you think you can just--wait a second... you're jealous, aren't you?!?"
Tai had reached the point where he lost his control over his conscious mind. " Yes. I'm jealous of Sora."
Matt almost crossed his arms in satisfaction, yet Tai's statement didn't seem to click in his mind like how he thought it would...
In the background, Daisuke and Ken's whispers simply added to Matt's suspicions...
The brunette inwardly winced as realization dawned on the other, his face curling into an awkward expression. A deep silence hovered within the room, and now even Daisuke barely moved a muscle...
For a fleeting moment, Tai saw something in the blonde's blue eyes. A look of understanding, confusion, love and hate...
And then... it was so inaudible, Tai almost missed it...
" I have to go."
" What?" Tai immediately responded.
" I... I can't be here," Matt started getting off the couch, bringing a hand to his forehead, "I feel kind of sick."
Within a minute, Daisuke was experiencing Deja vu, as he craddled a sobbing Tai in his arms. Ken watched them for a while in the kitchen, and then glanced towards the door the blonde had rushed past, brushing a small strand of his dark hair behind his ear.
' TK's Crest of Hope my ass.'
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Tsuzuku (To be Continued...)
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End notes: You know what? I'm getting sick of using most of the N/A names.. after writing Drops of Jupiter (Oh, glorious squishy Taito!), I've discovered that I like using their Japanese names so much more. ^^;;
4 chapters are planned for this, but I dunno if that'll happen, I might go longer ^_^ But darn homework..
*Whacks assignment on illogical assumptions about racial marriages in the mid-60s*
Someone wanna help me out? ;_; I hate writing English papers... American Heritage ones I don't mind, but Miss Kubinski is insanely PICKY!!!!!!!
Anyhow... ^^;; Please R/R! Sorry this chapter wasn't as long as I first intended to, but I didn't get writing to the part I wanted to in this chapter, so it'll carry on to the next chapter, which is why it might be longer than 4 chapters... if you're catching my drift.. ^^;;
Splash
http://www.zyfect.com/users/gottaito