Here's a li'l songfic I wrote. Yama-based, of course. My first attempt
at a songfic, so don't laugh!
^_^**
"Walk on the Edge"
A harmonica’s mournful, thoughtful tune rose into the night, over and
through the trees, the melody
flowing with the wind and the undicided, uncertain heart of Yamato
Ishida. Trying to defeat the
Dark Masters… Sometimes it just seemed hopeless. Hope was T.K.’s main
trait- not his.
We’re not ready yet, just look
If I’m right and we really get crushed
Then what’s the point?
The thought of T.K. made the teenager wince, shadowed blue eyes
flicking involuntarily toward the
smoke that marked the DigiDestined camp. T.K. said he didn’t need Matt
anymore… and maybe
the kid was right. Yet… he wished he could still protect his little
brother from the world; from the
evil digimon; from… from life itself. But T.K. wanted to test his
wings.
Well, if you want to I can’t stop you
Just because you’re passionate about it
Doesn’t make it right.
He clenched his gloved fists around the harmonica, lowering the
instrument with a sigh. His senses
swam with the turmoiling emotions that fought for recognition- now
despair, now false cheer, now
anger. He told himself to calm down, tried to force himself to do so.
Try being a little cooler
Cool off your head
There’s a chance of winning
Any game.
Yamato gradually forced down the turmoiling emotions as a streak of
pink light appeared on the
horizon. He rose from the ground, eyes once again wandering to the
campsite of the group.
Immediately he forced his gaze away. Can’t go back ‘till this problem
with your personality is
solved, he told himself forcefully, facing away from the DigiDestined
camp. Gotta find who I am.
No matter what.
I’m all right on my own
I’ll even walk the edge of a knife.
He bent over near the smouldering remains of his fire and shook the st.
bernard digimon that lay
there. Gabumon stirred, groaned, and slowly awoke. He looked at Matt’s
set jaw and shadowed
eyes, and nodded in silent understanding. The teen turned and walked
resolutely into the forest, not
knowing where his feet were leading him, and not really caring.
I’m not trying to be tough
But I can’t become enough of a kid
To be weak.
No- ne never tried to be tough. He was aloof and alone because it was
the only way he could
protect himself. When he was younger, he’d been bullied, both
phyisically and verbally, for naivety
and the stumbling retorts he’d thrown at the mockers. He’d learned
quickly- learned how to fight,
how to insult, how to take care of himself. And he’d always had to
protect T.K.- from the bullies,
from his parents’ fighting… from the world. He’d never had time to be a
kid- never had time to
learn to be a kid. He was too busy making sure T.K. didn’t turn out to
be a callused, friendless
jerk like his older brother. Too busy making sure T.K. didn’t have to
go on foolish journeys to find
out who he was, how to grow, how to change. Foolish journeys with no
appearant progress.
I still can’t find the data
But I’ll try
Being myself.
And his thoughts kept turning to T.K. Young, innocent, playful,
hopeful, caring, friendly Takeru.
His younger brother. The one he was sworn to protect- and now could not
protect. That
innocence- spoiled? That caring heart- hardened? That friendliness-
lost? Like Matt’s had been,
long ago? The thought made him shudder, and he saw with a wry smile
that held no happiness or
mirth that his fists were clenched, as if to fight. Fight what? The
fact that T.K. could lose himself,
could lose that which made him what he was? He murmured a plea, an
instruction, an
encouragement to the young digidestined under his breath.
So just be cool
And don’t lose yourself
No matter what the rules
I’m sure you can break through.
Screams! Shouts! The sounds of battle reached Matt’s ears, and he
realized with a shock that he
was near Puppetmon’s house. My friends are losing! The panicked
thought raced through his
head to be replaced by grim determination. His crest- the Crest of
Friendship that he sometimes
felt so undeserving of- glowed. MetalGarurumon stepped out of the
brush. Matt watched in
disgust and barely with-held mirth as the rotted bundle of matchwood
tried to control his digimon;
as Puppetmon insisted he was the master, the boss. The teen joined
MetalGarurumon with a
mocking "guess again." Then Puppetmon was dead with an impressive
explosion by the metal
wolf’s attack. Yamato allowed himself a smile as a swell of triumph
rose within him. Maybe the
Dark Masters wouldn’t be so difficult, after all.
Possible, impossible.
But if we’re
The chosen children
Then we can do it.
Then the others were running toward him- Tai, Sora, Joe, Mimi, Izzy,
Kari… and T.K. T.K. with
those happy blue eyes so like his own except for the light of hope and
pride and joy. T.K., whom
he could no longer protect. He looked at the group wistfully- all with
their abilities to somehow get
through life’s trials with the same unchanging love, courage, hope,
sincerity, reliability, curiousity,
and inner light as before. They could use their strongest traits, their
crest abilities, their hearts to
shield themselves.
I have
A passionate heart, too
But I just can’t
Use it as a shield.
A wistfulness and sadness for what he was certain could not be- not in
the near future, and not
now- could not be kept from his eyes and face. He turned to go, unable
to bear the confusion and
sadness and silence of the DigiDestined- the team unable to understand
that he could not be with
them until he resolved his emotions and seemingly unchanging self. He
tried to convince himself that
he didn’t really need them. He repeated it over and over in his head as
he walked thorugh the
forest with MetalGarurumon.
I’m all right on my own.
I’ll even walk the edge of a knife.
As he walked through the shadows that seemed to darken with his
confused and saddened heart,
his jaw set. Walk the edge of a knife? If that was what it took to
change and find himself, he
would. The edge was precarious and fraught with dangers, but if he fell
off, there waited
depression and the dark pit of despair below.
I’ll even walk the edge of a knife.
~*~*~*~*~
NOTE: The song "Walk on the Edge" was written by Kazama Yuuto. It was
originally in
japanese, which is why the verses in this songfic don’t rhyme. (The
song doesn’t FULLY rhyme in
the japanese version either, but…)
~Danielle/Sounasha