Prologue
Loosing Control
Isn’t it strange how sometimes one forgets why one got angry in the first place? I find this happens to me quite frequently. Not that I’m not the type to carry grudges, I’m really very good at that; it’s just that if it’s not something personal I tend not to carry it around. Daisuke seems to be very different from me in that respect.
Like with that girl years ago, I don’t remember exactly what Miyako said or did that made me snap, I just remember her sitting on the ground with a look of shock on her face after I’d hit her, and the drop of blood slowly making its way down her chin from her split lip. It came as no surprise to me when Takeru intercepted me on the way home from school the next day and dealt me a punch that left me reeling until well after he had told me I wasn’t welcome among the Digidestined any longer and stalked away.
I can’t say that I blamed him.
Needless to say, there is no longer any chance of a further relationship between Miyako and I. I doubt there’s even a chance of us becoming friends again.
Now…now I’m afraid.
I know that the reason I hurt Miyako has much less to do with my being angry with her, and more to do with the lack of an outlet for my darker inclinations; it was bound to happen sooner or later, she just happened to be the one who set me off. It’s not like I can go back to being the Digimon Kaizer; I can no longer blind myself to the fact that the Digimon are living beings with minds and emotions.
So I’m afraid…
Mostly, I’m afraid that it might be Daisuke next time…it’s ironic really that he’s become my best friend…considering…
Feed the Muse!