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jaebilityTitle: Innumerable Defects
Fandom: Digimon 02
Characters: Willis
Prompt: Not Enough
Word Count: 214
Rating: PG
Summary: Coulda, shoulda, woulda.
Author's Notes: I'm messing quite a bit with the storyline of Digimon 02; take that, canon! This story, as well as the others for the fanfic100 challenge, will assume that the second half of the season did not occur. Instead, Ken *chose* to be the Kaiser and then *chose* to be redeemed. And only the Chosen Children have digimon, not the entire world. I'm using Willis' American-dub name, rather than Wallace (simply because I like the name Willis more), but I will be using the Japanese names for the other characters. My little table.
He accepted me with such ease, Daisuke did. A bit of a fuss in the beginning, but two days later he wept in front of me, crying for the pain that he imagined he'd be putting me through. I was a stupid kid, all bravado and no balls, and I brushed off his devotion with a smart-alect remark.
But now, sitting at a Chinese restaurant near Lincoln Center, watching the couples and the groups and the families parade past the big glass windows, I remember that adventure and the friendship that he offered me.
I should have convinced my mother to let me study in Japan. Or I should have made more money when I had apply time to do so. Or I should have run away, before responsibilities and duties bound me to Manhattan. I should have been born in Tokyo instead of South Dakota.
I sighed and slurped at my noodles. Maybe I could have been the one who'd pair up with Daisuke, instead of the psychopath Ken. Our souls would have melded, or done whatever the hell his and Ken's had done. I could have been the final member of the Chosen Children, instead of an oddity across the ocean.
The Willis identity came with few benefits.
Fandom: Digimon 02
Characters: Willis
Prompt: Not Enough
Word Count: 214
Rating: PG
Summary: Coulda, shoulda, woulda.
Author's Notes: I'm messing quite a bit with the storyline of Digimon 02; take that, canon! This story, as well as the others for the fanfic100 challenge, will assume that the second half of the season did not occur. Instead, Ken *chose* to be the Kaiser and then *chose* to be redeemed. And only the Chosen Children have digimon, not the entire world. I'm using Willis' American-dub name, rather than Wallace (simply because I like the name Willis more), but I will be using the Japanese names for the other characters. My little table.
He accepted me with such ease, Daisuke did. A bit of a fuss in the beginning, but two days later he wept in front of me, crying for the pain that he imagined he'd be putting me through. I was a stupid kid, all bravado and no balls, and I brushed off his devotion with a smart-alect remark.
But now, sitting at a Chinese restaurant near Lincoln Center, watching the couples and the groups and the families parade past the big glass windows, I remember that adventure and the friendship that he offered me.
I should have convinced my mother to let me study in Japan. Or I should have made more money when I had apply time to do so. Or I should have run away, before responsibilities and duties bound me to Manhattan. I should have been born in Tokyo instead of South Dakota.
I sighed and slurped at my noodles. Maybe I could have been the one who'd pair up with Daisuke, instead of the psychopath Ken. Our souls would have melded, or done whatever the hell his and Ken's had done. I could have been the final member of the Chosen Children, instead of an oddity across the ocean.
The Willis identity came with few benefits.