Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Demise ❯ The worst fear ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon itself, but I own Arizona, Corey and September. I might work on Corey, Arizona and September later.

Author's notes: KK well this is in the view of Yamato/Matt. I went with the English names because I am lazy and It takes a hell of a lot more letters to spell Taichi than it does Tai. Arizona has a whole RP history with my friend so I used her in this.

I can't believe she's gone…she's the third one. Joe was the first to go. Well all came in for his funeral. Mimi was crying so hard. I guess that's when it hit me, we weren't immortal and we would die sooner or later. When we were digi-destined it seemed like it would last forever, that nothing would change. Now those days are gone.

Joe died of cancer, then Tai was gone just a year later. Tai took a bullet in the chest. Some digimon-hating freak shot him.I don't think Augumon quite got the fact that humans couldn't be reborn in digi-eggs. Poor Augumon…what will he do when Tai doesn't come back?

Now…Mimi is gone…I can still see her cheery face. She was always smiling and had the kindest heart I had ever known. It seems so long ago now when she was a snotty bratty kid to me. I can't believe I ever thought that now, she seems so different. We all changed there, we all learned lessons. They say Mimi committed suicide, but I don't believe that. She wouldn't do that, something happened, something had hurt her, and I know that, she died of a broken heart.

I've seen the new digidestined, one is Corey Kamiya, Tai's Grand-daughter. She has the crest of courage, she even acts like Tai. I often go to see her football and soccer games. She's just like Tai was when he was younger, pompous and arrogant, a leader. It pains me to see and think of Tai.

Arizona, my sweet daughter. No man should have to outlive his child. I was young and stupid when she was born, only seventeen. Her mother had an accident, and so I had to take care of her. I didn't know what to do, I left her alone often and never payed attention to her. I remember the one thing that could calm her down was me, playing my guitar and singing her lullabies. She loved my voice, and she was blessed with the same voice I had. After I married Sora she started to rebel horribly. She hated Sora, because I spent more time with Sora than I did her.

At just sixteen my little girl gave birth to my grand-daughter, September. Soon after that she slit her wrists. At only thirty-three I had to bury my daughterand take care of her child. Sora disapproved, so she divorced me. September, fate mocking me as it always does, received the crest of Love, Sora's old crest.

I'm only fourty-seven and three of us are gone. How long will the rest of us last? How I wish to be back in the digital world, venturing out into the unknown with Gabumon. Perhaps in heavan we will all meet again, we will venture into a new unknown, the digidestined once more.