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Higuchimon ([personal profile] higuchimon) wrote2017-05-09 12:24 am

[fanfic] Digimon Adventure 02: Fireflies: Chapter 17

Story Title: Fireflies
Word Count: chapter: 2,992||story: 49,876

I can’t believe how good the sunlight feels on me. I wasn’t even away from the outdoors for all that long. Maybe a day. And I could’ve opened a window any time that I wanted. But being in a hospital room would’ve just taken all the fun out of it. Maybe that’s why it feels so good now. I’m free!

Dr. Maruyama told me that there was nothing wrong with me anymore that a few nights of rest and a few good meals wouldn’t fix up. I probably could’ve told him that. I’m made out of steel, after all. But I don’t think he would’ve believed me.

No matter what, V-mon and I are out of there. Mom and Dad got us this morning, and made me sleep once we got home, just so I wouldn’t overexert myself. Like I’d do that. All I really want to do is get over to the soccer field at school and see what the team is doing without me.

“Come on, Daisuke! Hurry up!” V-mon waves a little paw at me, and I laugh some. I don’t want to, but I kind of have to take my time. I don’t want to risk getting dizzy and falling over and having to go back there. I wish this had happened to someone else. Anyone else. Well, not anyone. There’s lots of people I can think of who don’t deserve to have this happen to them, other than me. Trouble is, I can’t really think of anyone who does deserve it.

Well, maybe it’s better that it did happen to me. Like I said, I can take it, and most people couldn’t. I’m just tough that way. Always have been.

Seeing the team practice without me is going to be kind of interesting. In the ‘I hope this doesn’t bore me to death’ kind of way. There’s all kinds of moves I think of just when I’m watching people play on television, and it’s gonna be worse when I’m watching my team play. That’s my team. Has been ever since I first got onto it, and I’m not going to let something as stupid as being hurt in an explosion stop me from having fun with them!

Even if the fun just means watching them for a little while. At least Mom and Dad didn’t insist on coming with me. I guess they trust V-mon to take care of me if anything does happen. And I’ve got my D-3 and D-Terminal on me just in case, so if it does, either V-mon or someone there can get in touch with the others. I’m all good.

“I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying!” I tell him, very much amused. We’re already almost there. I can’t deny that when we passed the station where the explosion happened there’s a bit of a twinge. Most of the damage is being repaired already, though Hikari mentioned that someone’s car was gone completely. Poor guy. I wonder if I’ll ever have a car. If I do, I don’t think I’ll take it to any gas station where there’s even a chance that I could get blown up by a passing Candmon.

There’s the school up ahead, and I can already hear everyone else yelling and screaming the way they do during practice. There’s the coach. He’s lecturing someone. I can’t tell who it is just yet, or even what he’s saying, but I’ve heard that tone a hundred times when he’s been doing it to me. So it’s pretty easy to recognize.

“Hey, everyone!” I bounce up as much as I can. Not as much as I could have last week, but I’ve been gravely wounded in the line of duty, so they’ll have to forgive me. “Ready to give me a show?”

“Should’ve known you’d show up even if you were on your deathbed, Motomiya,” one of the players cracks at me. I just roll my eyes and grin right back at him.

“What do you mean? I’d show up even if I were dead! Then I’d haunt this whole team and you’d never be rid of me!”

The coach shakes his head, breaking off from where he was doing his lecturing. “Motomiya, just sit down in the bleachers and watch. You’re not taking part in this. You might get to play next week, if you’re up to it, but for now…”

“I know, I know. I’ve got to stay quiet.” I don’t like it, but there’s not much that I can do. I don’t want to spend even more time in the hospital. With V-mon, I settle down on one of the lowest seats and just watch, already feeling a little bored. It’ll be fun, but it just won’t be the same. I’m supposed to be out there with them. And all because a Digimon got a little curious at the wrong time, I’m not.

Well, that’s life. It’ll happen when you’re least expecting it. Maybe this can be someone else’s big chance to show what they can do while I’m not there.

Doesn’t mean I’m not going to be a little bored watching them do it, though.

Everyone else gets out on the field and splits up into two teams, the coach dictating what they do, going over the current plays that he wants us to refine before our next game. I’ve been through this so may times I could almost have done this part of the practice from home, just thinking about it.

Back and forth, back and forth they go, with the coach watching them like grim death. It’s not that bad to just sit and watch, the more I get used to it, and I can see things that I don’t when I’m in the middle of it. Before I realize it, I point out something.

“Yamane’s gotten a lot faster. I think he’s been working out on the side.”

The coach eyes Yamane a little more, and nods. “Right. Not bad footwork, either.” That’s a statement, not a question. He’s not asking my opinion, just telling me what he sees. I kind of like that.

I keep on watching, and while the coach spots flaws faster than I can, most likely because he’s been doing this a lot longer, I do spy one or two that he doesn’t see. I think that could be because I am used to seeing it from the inside, and he isn’t, not anymore. It’s really a lot more fun than I thought it would be, doing this.

“Here.” The coach shoves a clipboard and a pen at me. “When I tell you to write down something, do it. You can at least be useful while you’re here.”

He sounds all gruff, but that’s just the way he is. He wants us to be the best, so he has to run us into the ground a lot. It’s a bit easier to take it when I know all I’m going to be doing is taking notes. Not that I mind all that much when I’m running around on the field, either. Because I want us to be the best too. That’s one of the reasons I’m the captain.

I look over what he’s already got written down, and most of it’s everything I expected. He’s already even taken my accident into account, and a couple of notes about who might need to take my place if I’m not ready to go by the time we have our next game. I am going to be. He just doesn’t know it yet.

It’s still going to be a while until we play Tamachi again. I can hardly wait. Ken and I have played against each other a lot in the past few years, and I know a lot of his moves, just like he knows mine. I tried that sliding kick that I did on him way back when once, and he just jumped over it like I wasn’t even there. Then he told me afterwards that since he wasn’t the Kaiser now and he didn’t have to worry about a convenient injury to give away his identity, he wasn’t going to let me slide into him. If he hadn’t been laughing when he said it, I might’ve thought about slugging him a little. Just a little. He is my best friend, after all.

There’s lots of other teams to play, and some of them have people who are almost as good as me or Ken. I don’t think any of them are as good as Taichi, though. I don’t know if he’d agree with me, which is why I haven’t told him that. Why should he worry about if I’m right or not? I know that I am, and that’s all that I need to know.

But if I really had to, I bet I could get Chizuru and Yamato and Sora to all agree with me. If they did, then Taichi would have to. I make a note of this in the back of my head, in case I ever need it for something. You can never be too sure. Maybe if we’re all taken prisoner by some evil psychotic Digimon that wants to play the best soccer player we have, and I need to convince Taichi to do it in order to save our lives, that’s the kind of blackmail I’ll need. You can never be too careful when it comes to evil psychotic Digimon. Sometimes they want the strangest things.

I should get Takeru to write down some of the adventures we had. It would be awesome to be able to read about them in books or even see them on television. I wonder if we’d be live action or anime. Probably anime, because the kinds of special effects for evolution and stuff would be hard to do in live action, I think. Koushirou might know better than I would.

Only trouble with that is, we don’t really know everything all the time. None of us know what Archnemon and Mummymon were doing when they weren’t around us, or what went on in the Digital World before Taichi and the first bunch went there. I guess we could talk to Gennai for some of it, but there’s still some big gaps. Maybe Takeru could fill those in. I think that’s what they call artistic license. I hope he doesn’t get it revoked by doing it wrong. He probably wouldn’t, though. He’s not bad at that writing thing, from what I’ve read of his stuff.

Yeah, he likes to show it to me. I mean, I’m no critic, but I’ve pointed out a couple of things that he did do wrong once or twice, so I guess I’ll do or something. And he’s really good at this writing thing. Makes me wish I could do something creative once in a while. But I’ll have to settle for just being the best soccer player I can be, and for having the most awesome ramen cart chain in the world in a few more years. And that’s gonna happen, don’t you forget it!

I keep on writing down what the coach tells me to when he tells me to put something down. And sometimes I put in my own little notes on it, like when I see a couple of the guys being a little rougher than they need to be. Maybe it’s just nerves or something. I guess it’s better that they work it off here than in an actual game, but the coach might want to know about it. He likes to know what’s going on with us, cause anything could affect the game.

I keep an eye partly on the players, partly on the coach, and partly on anything else that might turn up that’s interesting to look at. Which isn’t much, since it’s a school practice field. But V-mon has fun playing with some butterflies, so that’s not too boring to watch when I’ve got a couple of seconds. He’s having fun, which is good. I wonder what he’s going to do while Hikari and I are having our date. He’s not really interested in Tailmon. I guess maybe he can go see if Palmon’s doing something? No idea. Guess I’ll figure it out when he actually does it.

“Break it up! Break it up!” I look back over to the team as soon as I hear that, and the coach is there pulling apart two of the guys. They’re the same two who I saw being a little rougher than they needed to be earlier. Oshiro and Higa. They do like to scrap around a lot, and they don’t necessarily care if the other person wants to or not. I’d call them bullies if they actually shook down younger kids, but since they just like to fight too much, I call them idiots. In a nice way, of course.

“He started it!” Oshiro declares, with Higa shaking his head and declaring right back that it was Shire’s fault.

This could go on a while. And with those two, it usually does. I think they like the fighting more than they like playing the game. If there was some sort of boxing team or something like that, they’d probably love it. Only I think they like to fight each other more than just anyone else.

While they’re blabbering at each other, I just take the chance to lean back and admire the sky for a little while. It’s a very pretty shade of blue, with some puffy clouds skimming here and there. There goes a bird. I am bored out of my mind. What I want to do is get up and run, jump, do something that’s actually active and can get my blood pumping. What I have to do is sit here and wait for all of this to be over with.

“Motomiya!” The coach calls, and I sit up, knocking some of the dust off of me. Boring. So bored. “Come on, we’re getting back to business.”

Wow. How fascinating. Oshiro and Higa don’t look all that happy, and I find out why a few moments later: the coach wants them to run laps after practice. Lots of laps. And guess who gets to watch them to make sure they don’t cheat or run off before they’re done? You guessed it. Me. Looks like I’m temporary coach’s assistant.

Maybe I should’ve thought of something else to do today rather than come down here. I could’ve went to the park and seen if I could run into any of the others. Or dropped into the Digital World and seen what kind of trouble I could get into there. I wonder if my parents would have let me, since I did just get out of the hospital this morning. Being here’s different. There’s a Responsible Adult, and V-mon, instead of just V-mon and various Digimon with who knows what kind of levels of responsibility. And not exactly easy access back to a hospital if something did happen to me.

I guess they’ve got a point, but it doesn’t make this that much easier to deal with. It would be nice if there were someone else to talk to. V-mon doesn’t bother with understanding the game all that much. It’s not that he can’t, because he can, I’ve talked about it enough. He just likes it because I do, and if he can do something else, he will.

They start up again, and the coach is busy concentrating on them much more than he is on me. There’s a few blank pieces of paper underneath the one I’ve been using, and when I’ve got a few free seconds, I do a little fun sketching. I’ve done this before. Not very often, cause I don’t usually stay still long enough to do it, but it kills a few moments here and there. I’m not a very good artist. I really wouldn’t want to do it all the time, but I think I’m going to keep this little thing I’m drawing here.

Well, not keep it for long. There’s someone I want to give it to: Hikari. I think she’d like it, and it’s sort of cute, in a not skilled kind of way. At least you can recognize it for what it’s supposed to be, which is a lot more than you can say for what I drew last year about this time. That was supposed to have been a heart. I’m not sure if anyone else figured out what it was. I heard every kind of guess possible, from a stable to a Digimon to a few other things that didn’t even remotely look like it.

But you can tell this is a pair of fireflies, flying around one another. I even put in a set of little lines to describe their flight path. There’s some pretty flowers, that I think are pretty at least, that they’re flying over, and little dots above that are supposed to be stars. And I put a moon in there too. I’d add in a couple of people who are supposed to be us, but I think I’ve tortured the poor piece of paper enough.

“Motomiya! Pay attention!” The coach yells at me, and I’ve got just enough time to snatch up my little drawing paper and stuff it where he can’t see it. I hope it doesn’t get too messed up before I can give it to Hikari. Maybe I could try to redraw it at home, with some colored pencils. Jun had some in her room and I bet they’re still in there. Then it would look really good for Hikari.

“Daisuke!” I jump a little hearing my name, then see her and Tailmon there. Hikari. Wow. It’s almost like thinking about her made her show up. That’s kinda cool. I wave at her, and suddenly, this whole thing isn’t so boring anymore.

To Be Continued

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