Cant Let Go
By fallenange13 (fallenange13@earthlink.net)
He tromped through the woods, with Gabumon trailing slightly behind him. The trip had been mostly silent, and with few breaks.
The sullen blonde tore through the dense forest with impressive speed, and remained unflinching, despite the numerous cuts his bare arms had received. He didnt care. It didnt matter. He needed to get away from them, from all of them. Solitude. That was what he needed. He was grateful to Gabumon hed really shown him true friendship. Maybe now he was one step closer to being worthy of his crest.
God, why wouldnt they go away? Those damned questions that haunted him, day and night. He just wanted to stop walking, stop moving, to just fall down and sleep for a long time. He was tired, so very, very tired, but he couldnt afford to sleep. He knew that he probably wouldnt ever wake up if he went to sleep in this dangerous forest, full of vicious digimon whod love to take a bite out of him. And no matter how tempting that prospect was, he wouldnt buy into it.
Matt Ishida was stronger than that.
Poor Gabumon, he thought suddenly. Dragged along by me into dangerous places for no good reason at all. There I go again, thinking for myself instead of worrying about my friends. God! I dont deserve him.
If he was a good friend, a true friend like Gabumon, hed tell Gabumon to go somewhere safe. Yes, thats what he should do. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
He was such a selfish coward. He couldnt even once just do the right thing for his friend, couldnt once think of others instead of himself.
Yet, he wondered, was it really so wrong? He just didnt want to be alone, in truth. No matter what he told himself, he knew better. He really didnt want to be alone any more.
Matt shook his head, as if to rouse himself from a dream. He had to be alone right now. He was spiraling, falling, falling into a deep pit from which he might never emerge, and Matt knew it. He couldnt drag anyone down, especially not TK. But then, TK didnt need him any more, did he? Did anyone need him? Was there anyone out there who would weep for him, should he die?
Not his parents. They didnt need a rebellious child, who was a mediocre student.
Not the Digidestined. They didnt need a loser whose crest wouldnt glow, whose digimon wouldnt digivolve.
Not Gabumon, certainly. He didnt need some stupid partner who couldnt help him digivolve, and couldnt even live up to his crest enough to look out for Gabumon.
And not TK. Especially not TK. He didnt need some lame older brother who was too overprotective, and couldnt even see when he wasnt needed. He didnt need some idiot to interfere with his life.
He didnt remember all that Matt had given up, all those sunny hours playing with kids in the park. He didnt know the guilt, the horrible, horrible guilt Matt felt after his accident cost their family so much. He couldnt realize what it had taken him to ward off the neighborhood bullies, how much of a reputation Matt needed to build up and what kinds of things he had to do for it.
TK just knew that his big brother had always been there for him when he need him, and when he didnt. TK knew that his big brother didnt hang out with the other kids, that everyone was scared of him. TK remembered that his brother had scared off the bullies that didnt like TK, that his brother had been the one to pick him up and dry off his tears when their parents werent there.
That was TKs world. Playing in the park, making friends while the sun shone brightly on the playground, and sleeping safely at night; that was what TK knew. He knew of rainbows and candy and a world where people were friendly, and everyone took care of things for him.
He didnt know about Matts world. He didnt know about bullies and street fights and coming home to a scolding with yet another bloodied nose or swollen eye. Hed never been called in for getting violent, for hurting a kid whod made fun of his little brother, or his family, or everything about him. TK hadnt almost cried in fear after learning that hed failed two subjects, and hed never had to build a barrier around himself so that his younger brother could play happily in the neighborhood.
TK, in his innocence, didnt know about making connections, getting offered drugs, and being TEMPTED, which was the worst part. He had never almost committed suicide in desperation, never screamed and shouted and cursed for hours on end with angry parents who wanted to know why, why was there a bad report card, why was there another injury, why was there another phone call from an angry parent with a beaten up kid, why had he been suspended, and most of all theyd always asked why, why did he behave so badly?
That was Matts world. He lived with it, never questioning, only knowing that this once he wouldnt fail. Hed pave the road, get the car, and teach his little brother to drive down that path of life. Hell, HED drive the car for him, hed do whatever it took so that the little boy with admiring blue eyes who looked up to him so much wasnt corrupted, ruined, horrible and broken like him.
For once, just once, Matt would like to be the little brother to someone. Hed like to have someone to talk to, to be able to spill all his secrets and feelings. He wanted to scream, to cry and shout in frustration, at how easily TK had brushed him off. Just like that. Eight years of his life, all of them dedicated to that young boy, gone. Like that.
There was no mention of fights, of bloody noses and black eyes. Hed never talked about loneliness, the sacrifices.
There was nothing in his little speech about flunking out of class because you were busy convincing the hotshot down the road that your little brother was not to be toyed with. There was nothing about getting beaten up by someones older brother, not being able to even WANT to fight back because, really, they were just doing the same you were, protecting their younger brother.
TK hadnt talked about the friends Matt had lost, the people whod been too scared of him to interact with the local tough guy, Matt Ishida. TK hadnt asked about the friends Matt might have made, the fun he might have had.
And it hurt. It hurt more than anything else in the whole, wide world.
It hurt Matt so much to have everything brushed aside, all his childhood hurts and wanting and loneliness. It was indescribable, the agony that shot through him, as he watched the little brother hed loved, nurtured, practically RAISED, give him the old heave-ho, just like everyone else in his life.
He stormed through the wildlife, fairly running now, not hearing, or maybe ignoring, Gabumons cries for him to slow down. His mood was slowly, but surely, sinking deeper and deeper, closer to despair than anything else.
And all of a sudden, those questions popped into his head. The ones he couldnt answer, nor get rid of.
Are they all okay?
Have Joe and Mimi found somewhere safe?
Is TK doing alright?
Are they doing better without me?
And at the same time, he hated himself, he hated everything, he hated the fact that even after all TK said, he was still the protective older brother. He hated the fact that he was following them, just to make sure TK was alright, and he knew it.
He came to a sudden stop, nearly causing a worried and panting Gabumon to run into him. Matt himself leaned against a tree, breathing harder than he had in awhile.
"Matt, are you alright?" Gabumon asked cautiously. "You look very upset."
He managed a small smile, the lopsided one that hed used to perfect his loner image, the one that had made so many girls fall for him. "Yeah, Im alright. Just been doing a lot of thinking. Im sorry for making you run all that way."
Gabumon started to protest, started to say that Matt shouldnt be sorry, but all of a sudden, sounds of a battle exploded in their ears. They were close, very close. So close that they could hear Tai yelling something, that they could hear the sounds of digivolving and their friends or, at least, comrades, frantically yelling above the din of battle to each other.
They froze. The two of them, Matt and Gabumon, human and digimon, stood there for a long time, just listening, hoping, hoping for a victory.
A victory that didnt come. They saw Puppetmon take control of WarGreymon, saw how the Digidestined ran frantically.
They stood and watched as Puppetmons house came to life, and stayed there, silent observers, as Puppetmon fled, leaving his 'house' to do the dirty work.
Matt clutched his crest tightly. He might not be worthy of it, but he'd be damned before he'd let some washed-up piece of wood beat him. No one beat Matt Ishida. No one.
"Gabumon..." he whispered.
Good ol' Gabumon. He knew what Matt was asking him to do.
"Gabumon! Digivolved to....MetalGarurumon!"
Together, they walked to the edge of the forest, MetalGarurumon trotting slightly ahead of Matt. He emerged from the forest, coming face to face with Puppetmon.
Matt observed, a trace of a scowl on his face, as Puppetmon ordered MetalGarurumon around and stayed silent until he could take it no longer. The arrogant piece of driftwood was getting to be too much to take.
He thought he was the boss?
"Guess again." Matt spoke almost before he knew what he was doing. As it was, he hardly knew what he was saying when he continued speaking.
He almost smirked when MetalGarurumon made short work of Puppetmon, but then felt like crying when he saw his...friends.
"Matt, thanks!" Sora said.
Matt looked up and saw them all staring at him.
Those blue eyes. Damn and bless those blue eyes that mirrored his own so well. Shining with hope, goddammit!
But, no. He couldnt go back with them, at least not yet. Not for awhile.
Not while it still hurt so badly. Not while the wound was still open. TK will be able to take care of himself.
He gave them one last, mournful look, before turning and disappearing into the forest.
He sighed, and turned to MetalGarurumon to say something. Before he could speak, something happened.
The ground split open beneath his feet.
fallens note: AAAHHHHHH!!!! Yes, there is a reason that this is not in first-person. Why? Simply, I started writing and forgot completely about first-person.
The ending was kind of rushed, which I dont like, but hey, ya do what you can.
Um again, as with my other fics, assume that Matt is 14. I KNOW hes 12, but for my sake, just do it.
The last line, The ground split open beneath his feet., has a sort of double meaning. The forest is disappearing, so the ground is cracking up (*lol* ^~), and the last of Matts world has fallen away. Hes walking away, whereas before he was following the Digidestined to make sure TK was okay. He has, Matt believes, grown up, therefore Matt has no purpose. *sniffle*
Im not too sure I like the way this one turned out Id LOVE any comments, but no flames or semi-flames, PLEASE, and yes, that means you too, Mr. "your story no reason to go on sucked", mmkay?
Well, hopefully Ill be seeing yall soon!