Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Never Give Up ❯ Looking for Your Fate ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer= once upon a time, a show called Digimon was owned by some guys from Toei and Bandai and not by the girl who's writing this fic only for fun

Teti: whoa! 14 reviews for this thing! I can't believe it!! ^___^ you made me and Chibimon my Muse happy!

Chibimon: yeah, that's true, and now Tetish please announce the main couple, which is the cause of everybody who's here

Teti: all right Cheebs! Et voilà, les jeux sont faites! And the winner is…Martini! J/k ^___~ well, if you read my reviews you should have guessed it…two votes for Kenato against ten votes for Taito!

Chibimon: and Taito it became…

Teti: even though that Kouchi's review scared me a bit…he/she expected a Yamashiro and asked for a Daiato! ^__^ maybe I'll make a Daito someday…

Chibimon: what did you say?! I thought you hated Davish!

Teti: times change Cheebs!

Chibimon: -___-

Teti: this is dedicated to Crysie, Sapphire Goddess, who's my best pal on FF.net and wrote me many beautiful reviews! Luv ya Crysie-san!

NEVER GIVE UP

Looking for Your Fate

Smoke…too smoke…it's so cloudy around here…

These were Yamato's first thoughts after he just arrived in the city.

It had been a long and tiring journey. He had walked on foot for so many miles, before meet a good soul who gave him a lift.

He was now hanging around the chaotic roads, full of horses and coaches; and people…my God, there were so many people, the blonde had never seen such a crowd. Babies with their parents, kids with their friends, men with their fiancées, happy families. At the thought of his family, Yamato felt his heart broke in half. I want to go back, want to go home…no he couldn't. he hadn't the right to be that egoistic! His mother's life was in danger and what was he doing instead of helping her liker every other son? He wanted to come back home because he was too scared!

Yes, he was scared. Scared by everything he didn't know.

He didn't trust the citizens. They lived in a world of cotton, fed by their nurses and their servants, they didn't know the pain of living…they couldn't know the pain of living…

He almost hated them…what were they doing while whole families were dying from hunger? Absolutely nothing. They watched men, women and children suffer quietly, while eating normally, if not better than usual.

This wasn't right. Why one of them lived and hundred of farmers didn't? were they some kind of untouchable Gods, were they superior to them?

No, it wasn't even their faults anymore. It was all of the Governors who had succeeded at the throne of the District of Odaiba.

Yamato tried to shrug these pointless and useless thoughts. Why even bother thinking something like that, he could change nothing…who was he? A normal farmer looking for a job, in a city which was completely full of people from the country moved to work there. He was just another pauper with a family on his shoulder.

It was five days since he left his childhood house; five days spent looking for something, anything to do, days useless. He still had no job; luckily, at the contrary, he had a place where sleep and rest. Even though it was a room shared with three guys.

Then that day he met a familiar face between the nameless people; he caught a glimpse of chestnut hair, not curly, but not even straight; they were fifty-fifty.

Yamato, after the disappearance of the mysterious girl, never stopped thinking about her. Why were those features so familiar…where had he seen them…it was all just confusing…he knew he had a kind of relationship with this girl, but he couldn't remember what kind of relationship it was, and, the most important, couldn't remember who the other person was.

Then that same evening, he saw her. Suddenly he stormed out the shop where he was buying something to run after the chestnut girl.

She turned her head to him and he, finally, remembered the owner of those features…Mimi Tachikawa, his best friend.

He couldn't believe it. He would have never imagined to meet her now, there.

Soon he was running to her, shouting to get noticed by the only friend he had in that world, so different from the one he was used to, so cold, so distant.

Mimi didn't seem to have noticed him. Yamato's heart broke. Could she have possibly forgotten him in so few weeks? Could she have forgotten their sweet and light-hearted childhood, so rich, so happy, so childish? No, that was not a characteristic of Mimi Tachikawa, that was not possible…or it was?

Almost to prove to the faithless Yamato that he was wrong, Mimi looked at him in the eyes. On her face many emotions were drawn, shock, surprise, disbelief but especially happiness, something the blonde didn't remember how felt.

She yelled his name, ran to him, hugged his best, lost and found friend until they could not breathe.

Many questions she posed him; how was her mother doing? And Takeru? Was he still short?

Yamato answered her calmly to everything she asked him, trying to not let the tears fall down his cheeks, tears of pain and nostalgia.

Mimi then invited him to her house, which was just a couple of blocks far from the square they were. Yamato accepted smiling. He had almost forgotten how to smile since the catastrophe.

The Tachikawas' residence was small but nice. It was an apartament with four room, the kitchen, the bedrooms and the toilet. On the walls painted in a greyish white there were photos taken years back in her old mansion, a farm with many animals and a big field. There were photos of his family too, with him and Mimi, Takeru, Natsuko and Nami Tachikawa, Masaharu and Kiyoshi Tachikawa. Dad…

Yamato soon pushed that thought back. It just wasn't the moment.

Mimi showed him her little room, which included a bed, a sofa and a table with a lamp. Nothing more. Simple but fine furnished.

Her house wasn't that special, a rich house, but to Yamato it was what he needed. A house. It was the atmosphere of peace he could smell which was tempting him, but he was too proud to ask for help from anyone. Especially from Mimi.

The girl made him sit on the sofa and with a seriousness he never saw in her, she asked him why he was in the city.

Yamato sighed; he knew the moment of the truth was going to arrive. He was just trying to find a lame story with whom bluff her, when she interrupted him. No lies, she ordered. Damn her, she knew him too well!

So the blonde boy had to tell her the whole story. How his father died first and then she mother fell ill and everything just go wrong and they had no food and Takeru was getting thinner and thinner and how he lost all of his hope…

Yamato spilled everything in such a hurry he didn't notice he was crying. When he finished telling his friend his pain he broke down, on Mimi's shoulder. All he needed was cry, but he never let his burning tears fall down. Now everything seemed so hopeless, his life was so horrible and he felt alone…so lonely…

Mimi was speechless. He never saw his friend cry. Tears were so unknown to him. She was always the crying one and Yamato always comforted her. Now it seemed that the roles were changed. She had to help a frightened boy who had fallen in a net of despair.

She held him for a couple of hours, then he seemed calm again.

He was sorry he had acted like a squirt, but she grinned and he smiled for the second time in weeks.

While they were silent, enjoying just to be together like that, Mimi elaborated a plan to help her best friend. He knew were he could get a job, and a fine paid one for the better. But there was a little problem and she was afraid that because of it Yamato wouldn't have accepted.

Yamato was amazed at her friend's revelation. A job! He didn't think about the "little problem" she was talking about, because he would have done anything to help his mother, even work 24/7.

Mimi, seeing this, decided to tell him what the problem was. Yamato's eyes widened. No! was the first thing which jumped in his mind. But then he felt ashamed of himself. There it was, the long searched and wished job he was hoping to find as soon as possible, and he was rejecting it?! Was his pride worth his mother's, and maybe brother's life?

He sighed, then he told Mimi he would have accepted that job, even if it means he had to renounce to be himself. Had to.

End of Chapter 2

Teti= yahoo, three pages full written! I can't believe it! ::waves Yamato banners for happiness::

Chibimon= meanie, why'd you leave there? What's the problem Mi-chan was talking about?

Yamato= yeah, what are putting me into this time?

Teti= you really want to know Yama-chan? ::whispers something in Yama's ear::

Yamato= aaahhhh!!!!!! You can't mean it, right?! You can't!

Teti= listen honey, who's the author here?

Yamato= you…

Teti= good. And you'll do what I decide sweetheart, mwahaaahh!!!!! ::laughs maniacally::

Chibimon= uh…Teti wants to ask you for reviews and wants to tell you that flames will be used to burn Soras and Biyomons, but she's a bit busy right now…