Games of the Mind *Epilogue*



That night, Tai lay in his bed, the blanket pulled halfway up his chest, 
his right hand on his head. What a trying few days these past four had 
been, he mused to himself. He had every intention of keeping the vow he 
had made to himself to never again take the little things for granted. 
Once all the Digidestined had traveled back through the digiport and 
ended up in Taichi's room, he had thanked them all for their help with 
his...little handicap. they had, of course, casually brushed it off as 
no big deal...saying how he would have done the same thing had it been 
any of them (which was completely true), but he still felt as though it 
needed to be said. Jyou had noted absently that the sky was clear now. 
True enough, the thick black clouds that had shrouded Odaiba in darkness 
were gone, there was no trace of their foggy depths in the crystal blue 
sky now, and the children wondered if the clouds here had vanished as 
quickly as Kuroniji Mountain and the forest had when Kurarimon had been 
destroyed. They wondered what their parents were making of all this. 
Then Izzy made a small announcement that he had discovered the meaning 
of what Pipermon had said before, when she had first come to their aid 
against Kurarimon. 

"Patronus Liberum," he had said, "is, indeed, Latin..." 

It was Latin for "Protector of the Children". 

But she had been so much more than that... 

And then the children all parted ways, headed to their own homes to 
contemplate the trials and tribulations of the past four days in their 
own way. 

When their parents had arrived home, Tai and Kari had rushed forward to 
greet them, embracing them tightly. They had come it the realization 
that there had been a brief moment back there that they feared they 
might never see their parents again. Mr. and Mrs. Kamiya, though they 
had found it a trifle strange, did not question the children. Tai had 
done that once before, one of the very first times he had returned home 
from the Digiworld unscathed. They hadn't known what was going on then, 
nor would the Kamiyas learn of their children's deep involvement in 
things until weeks later, when Myotismon had attempted to take over 
Tokyo. Now that they knew, however, the Kamiyas were never too surprised 
by much of anything Tai and Kari did, and decided that the children 
would tell them what had happened when they were ready to do so. 

Tai had made especially certain to study their faces. He had found, in 
the four days of his blindness, that he had begun to forget things...the 
exact color of his mother's eyes...the way his father raised one eyebrow 
in his funny way when he was telling one of his signature corny 
jokes...the way Kari's expression always seemed a little bit worried, 
even when nothing was wrong... Even the other Digidestined had little 
unique characteristics Tai had found were becoming hard to conjure...the 
way Sora's mouth pulled up a little more on the left than the right when 
she smiled...how Yamato’s eyes always seemed afire, even when he wasn't 
angry... Yes, he had vowed to never again take his sight for granted, 
and as he lay there on the bottom bunk of the bed, he tried to picture 
the faces of those close to him...to burn their images into his 
consciousness and keep them in his heart and mind for always. 

He draped one arm over his forehead and sighed. 

Pipermon's eyes suddenly flashed through his mind, and a stab of grief 
made him wince. He had only seen her--REALLY seen her--for such a short 
time...but those eyes would be something he would never forget, not so 
long as he lived. It had hurt to lose people before...but every time it 
happened, it seemed that the pain was brand new. Even after it had been 
so long, and the wounds on his heart had slowly healed into scars, those 
wounds had been ripped open again when Pipermon had been so wrongfully 
killed before them. It seemed strange to Tai, how the heart was always 
perceived as such a tender thing... The heart was one of the toughest 
and most resilient objects within a human being, save perhaps the soul 
and psyche themselves. Tenderness, he realized, was not possessed within 
the heart...the heart could be broken a thousand times and still 
continue to go on... It seemed that it could keep on going long after 
you believed it could not... No, tenderness dwelled, not in the heart, 
but in the hands. For what does a heart know of the healing power of a 
friend's touch? True, it could feel things, both good and bad, that the 
physical skin and nerves would never know how to describe, but 
tenderness was something a heart could not afford to feel, for the 
moment it did so, it would never again be able to heal itself after 
being so tragically wounded. A heart could not bear the effects of 
tenderness, else it would remain perpetually vulnerable to any future 
wound. Tenderness was a job meant only for the hands. 

Or claws, in Agumon's case... 

Guardian angels...that's what digimon were. He didn't care what anyone 
said about spirituality, faith, or the Great Beyond...HIS guardian 
angels were digital ones. It had been so hard to leave them, the 
digimon, to leave them in the Digiworld when they had to come home to 
the real one. But they had promised to see each other again soon, and 
that was perhaps the only thing that made it bearable. So long as they 
lived...and perhaps even longer...they would be together. It was like 
Pipermon had said...friendship was like that; an unbreakable, if not 
intangible force that held stronger than any other bond in the Universe. 

His thoughts trailed away into the silence of the house as he started to 
drift off to sleep-- 

--and then he heard something. 

He moved his arm from where it lay across his forehead, snapped open his 
eyes, and sat bolt upright. It was music...a familiar song, too. He 
recognized it from a CD that Kari liked to listen to, a soft, soulful 
melody sung by a talented Canadian soprano. The name of the song, 
however, escaped him for the moment. 

"Kari," he whispered, "did you leave Napster running on the computer?" 

No response. 

"Kari?" 

He stood up, and swung his legs over the side of the bed, slowly 
clambering up the ladder. 

"Kar, is that your CD player--" 

He stopped. 

She was sound asleep. 

But...she was such a light sleeper...how had the music not awakened her? 
He gasped as a strange thought ran through his mind. 

What if he was the only one who heard it? 

What was frightening about the idea was the fact that it seemed to make 
sense. The music was relatively loud...surely it would have woken up 
someone else by now... He glanced at the foot of his own bed. No, not 
even the cat, Miko, had been awakened by the ethereal sounds of the 
music. He turned to the door, and stepped down from the ladder. 

Slowly making his way down the hall, he noticed a soft bluish glow 
coming from under a door down toward the end of the corridor. The 
door...the door to the computer room? That's odd, he thought, and placed 
his hand on the doorknob. Twisting it, he slowly opened the door, and 
stepped inside. 

The computer monitor was lit up by a pale blue glow, like the blue of 
the desktop, only without the icons. It was strange, he was quite 
certain he hadn't used it today, and his father was always so careful to 
turn it off when he was done...or at least turn on the screensaver with 
the flying toasters. But if it wasn't off...and this wasn't a 
screensaver...where was the music coming from? And why were there no 
icons on the screen? Had someone left a sound file running? 

No, he decided. No, the song usually had lyrics, whereas this version 
had none, only a single melody played by a... He frowned, This was too 
weird... He slowly began to approach the computer. A single 
melody...played by a flute! But, how was that accomplished? Could it be-
-? No, that was impossible... How could...? 

He reached out to touch the screen-- 

--and he kicked something with his bare foot. 

He yelped, but from shock, not pain, as whatever he had kicked was not 
very large or heavy. It had been small, and it jangled and rolled away 
from him when he hit it. The computer screen went dark, and the music 
stopped, and Tai was left alone in the dark and silent room, perplexed, 
and a little afraid. What in God’s name--? he fumed inwardly. This was 
really bizarre...what on earth was going on? He reached for the screen 
again, then stopped, and hesitated. He crouched down, balancing 
precariously on the balls of his feet, and groped along the floor in the 
darkness. Then his fingers bushed up against something, and it jangled. 
It was a small, round object, cool, and made of metal, and when he 
wrapped his fingers around it, it chimed softly...like a... 

He picked it up and lifted it close to his face, shaking it gently back 
and forth. 

Like a bell, he realized, a bell... The bells that rang so 
daintily...inside a Chinese Feng Shui therapy ball. 

He jumped when the music started again, softer this time, and he smiled, 
suddenly understanding as the title of the song finally came to him. 

"Don't worry," he whispered, tossing the bell up in the air and catching 
it again, "I will..." 

He turned and slowly walked from the room, heading back down the hallway 
to his bedroom. He paused out in the hall, and ran his fingers over the 
tiny bell, then reached behind him to carefully pull the door to the 
computer room closed. he closed his hand around the little round chime, 
and placed it close to his heart. 

"I will remember..." 

Then, with the bell in his hand, and the song lyrics running through his 
heart and mind, Taichi Kamiya returned to his bed, knowing, for certain, 
that the dreams he had that night would be sweet ones. 




I will remember you, 
Will you remember me? 
Don't let your life pass you by; 
Weep not for the memories. 

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. 
I'm standing on the edge of something much too deep. 
It's funny how we feel so much, but cannot say a word. 
Oh, we are screaming inside, but can't be heard. 

I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to lose. 
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose. 
Once there was a darkness, a deep and endless night. 
You gave me everything you had, oh, you gave me light. 

And I will remember you, 
Will you remember me? 
Don't let your life pass you by; 
Weep not for the memories.





Well, minna-san...there you go. One complete fic. ::pumps fist into the 
air:: Yeah! I did it! I finished it! ::stops:: Well...okay, I certainly 
can't take all the credit...I never could have done it without the help 
of several individuals...so here goes... ::Thumbs through some papers:: 
Ahem... "I would like to thank the Academy, for--" ::stops, and throws a 
piece of paper aside:: Oops...wrong speech notes. ::flips through a few 
more:: "Friends, Romans, Countrymen...lend me your ears--" ::gapes:: How 
the hell did my Shakepseare notes get in here?? ::grumbles 
indecipherably:: I know it's in here somehwere... Aha! Here it is. 
::clears throat:: Okay, first, I wanna say thanks to everyone who stuck 
with me and put up with my week-long bouts of not posting anything. I do 
apologize for that...believe me, if I didn't have to go to work, I 
wouldn't... ::sigh:: But, alas, I do. But, rest assured, writing stories 
will never take a back burner to work. If my managers don't like it, 
then too damn bad. Secondly, I wanna thank all the wonderful people who 
have reviewed for me thus far... Okay, SoraMisty, so the song wasn't 
"Amazing Grace", but you were kinda on the right track. ^_~ I really do 
appreciate all the reviews, so, thanks so much!

I owe TK Takaishi a big thank you, for all his technical 
support...without him, I never would have figured out this blasted HTML 
coding...and this entire last chapter would have pissed me off immensely 
until I did, so arigatou, TK-san. And thanks also to Wanderer D, for 
always listening to me rant about how stupid my job was, and for giving 
me tons of ideas... And also for making me laugh... AS DO I!! ^_~ 

Oh, and, of course, thanks to Sarah McLachlan, the wonderful 
singer/songwriter from whom I borrowed the above song...even though I 
know celebrities have more important things to do than read fanfics, so 
she will never read this little accolade... >_< But I still felt it 
needed to be said. Sarah McLachlan, Mirrorball is the album, if anyone 
is interested, it's a really good CD...the song is called, 
appropriately, "I Will Remember You". ^_^

And last, but certainly not least, thanks a million bazillion to ts, 
tiger, or any other name this wonderful person may go by, without whom I 
don't know what I would have done. Tiger, I still owe you that alternate 
ending, so don't think I've forgotten it. ; ) Just don't go and lose the 
moon before I can get it to you. And get those midgets away from it!

Well, okay, gang, this will be the last time I "sign off" for a 
while...a few ideas for a possible second fic have been swimming around 
in my brain, but I haven't been able to really tie anything together 
yet, so no promises. 

Yet. ^_~

Golly, I dunno what I'm gonna do...this fic was like...all I did for so 
long...I'm gonna go through a withdrawal period or something! Ack! 
Accchh! Nnngh... ::falls over:: Okay, I'm fine. In any case, arigatou 
gozaimasu, minna, for everything. I hope you enjoyed the fic, I sure 
enjoyed writing it. Please don't ever hesitate to send me an email, I 
love to talk...Lord knows, I love to talk, just ask D-chan, he'll tell 
you... -_- I never shut up! I know one thing is for sure...I'll be 
remembering all of you! Till next time, Dear Readers--ja matte ne!! 

~~kino hikari 
hikari_san@hotmail.com 

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