Carry On Dancing, Prologue
Ideas greatly welcomed! Taichi is woken in the middle of the night to the news that Yamato and Takeru have been in a serious car wreck... and Takeru didn't make it. Reviews, ideas, suggestions.. all appreciated! Thanks!
Digimon - G - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2930 - Reviews: 13 - Updated: 12-18-03 - Published: 12-14-03
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. The song Carry on Dancing belongs to Savage Garden, one of the first music groups I ever liked. Well, probably THE first. <3
Author’s Notes: Here is a prologue! I have no idea what I’m going to do with this fic! And if no one reviews it, I don’t see any point in continuing anyway! Yay!
Carry on Dancing [Prologue]
by: butterflie, formerly known as Crimson Goddess
The moonlight...
shines down interstellar beams
and the groove tonight
is something more than you’ve ever seen
the stars and planets taking shape
a stolen kiss has come too late
in the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
in the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
you’re never safe until you see the dawn
and if the clock strikes past midnight
the hope is gone
to move under
the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
in the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
move. closer. passion. stronger.
there’s a magic only two can tell
in the dark night
ultraviolet is a wicked spell
the stars and planets taking shape
a stolen kiss has come too late
in the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
in the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
moving on... moving all night
-Carry On Dancing, by Savage Garden - Darren Hayes and Daniel Jones
© 1997 EMI Blackwood Music
Vocals Daniel Jones, background vocals Darren Hayes. All rights reserved.
“a car accident... Yamato’s been injured..” “..dead?” “intensive.. Takeru didn’t..” “Taichi..told..”
The jumbled words swirled like a madness all around me, sticking in my head and absolutely refusing to transform into coherent sentences.
I sat up in bed, confused and still groggy, not sure what was happening despite the alarming words drifting in from the other room. Two of the low voices were my parents, but there were others. One voice was crying. Was it my mom? It didn’t sound like her...
Blinking, I raised my hand to stifle a yawn, then threw the covers aside. I slid silently out of bed and made my way to the door, taking awkward steps, trying not to bump into anything in the dark. I didn’t want to wake Hikari.
I heard her murmur my name sleepily though, perhaps the adults woke her as well. Or maybe I did, I don’t know.
“Taichi? What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure. I’m going to find out. Stay here.”
I found myself letting out another yawn, so I glanced back at the clock on the night table beside my bed. I swore softly when I saw the glowing red numbers proclaiming it was two twenty-three in the mornin. Way too damn early. Whatever was going on, I knew it wouldn’t be good news.
Quietly I opened the door and snuck down the hallway, stopping just before the living room came into view. I was hoping to listen, to see if I could make sense of those alarming words that woke me. I couldn’t hear much though. ‘kaasan was talking to that crying woman, trying to soothe her, it sounded like. ‘tousan was talking to a man about funerals.
That scared me. Who died? The man’s voice sounded familiar. Was it a relative, informing us of a death in the family? Or was it maybe someone else I knew? ...the hell was happening?
“....don’t know about Yamato.” My ears caught those few muttered words,and my heart decided to not so nicely relocate itself to the new home in my throat. Was it Yamato who had died? Oh Gods.. please, no.. I can’t lose him.
I was scared now, more scared than I’d ever felt before in my life, even more scared than when I’d landed in the Digital World and encountered Agumon for the first time, more scared than when I’d gotten Hikari deathly sick. Yamato couldn’t die. It was unheard of.
I had to know. “Is Yamato okay?” I cried fearfully as I burst into the livingroom.
The four adults looked at me in surprise. Two were my parents. The other two were Mr. Ishida and Ms. Takaishi. That didn’t serve to make me feel better at all. “Yamato? Is he okay? Is he alive, dead?” I was frantic, wild-eyed.
‘kaasan detached herself from Ms. Takaishi and came over to me. Ever so gently, she put her arm around me and led me to the couch, sitting me down. This only caused me more panic. People always made you sit when they had extremely bad news to break. Which must mean...
“Taichi dear,” ‘kaasan began, “this is.. rather upsetting news. A very sad and tragic thing has occured. Yamato and Takeru were coming home late from a party. There was a really bad car accident.”
“Yamato died,” I stated flatly, as I felt my senses dull. I became numb. My body suffered a massive shutdown. I couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to. My best friend was dead. Gone, never to be seen again, except for that final departing glimpse of a pale, washed out corpse being lowered into the ground to rot for eternity.
“No. No baby. Yamato’s still alive. He’s in the ICU. But Taichi... Takeru didn’t make it.”
Yamato... alive? He was still alive then? A huge weight of darkness was lifted from me, and I felt lighter, relieved. Yamato was alive after all! I hadn’t lost him!
Immediately I felt disgusted with myself, ashamed I was thinking such thougts. Here I was, glad it had been Takeru that had died, and not my Yama. How selfish. How uncaring. But all the same, I couldn’t help it.
Then it really began to sink in. “In.. intensive care?” I croaked out. “He’s.. what happened to him and Takeru?”
“Taichi,” ‘kaasan said soothingly. “They were in a bad car accident. It was real serious. I know it’s a lot for you to take in at once, but please try to understand.”
“Takeru’s dead,” I said, stupidly wishing she’d say no, that it was all a cruel mistake, a bad joke.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“And Yamato’s in the ICU, near death.”
“Oh, not near death, baby. He could still-“
“Near death,” I cut in firmly.
“Yes,” she admited reluctantly.
I began to cry.
~prologue fin~
Well, this is kind of sketchy, to tell you the truth. If you guys think it’s any good, I’ll continue it. Ideas welcome. So? Yes? No?
© 2002 butterflie June/July 2002
© 2003 butterflie May 18, 2003 Sunday 1045PM ::rewrite::
chapter one
Digimon - G - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2930 - Reviews: 13 - Updated: 12-18-03 - Published: 12-14-03
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. The song Carry on Dancing belongs to Savage Garden, one of the first music groups I ever liked. Well, probably THE first. <3
Author’s Notes: Here is a prologue! I have no idea what I’m going to do with this fic! And if no one reviews it, I don’t see any point in continuing anyway! Yay!
Carry on Dancing [Prologue]
by: butterflie, formerly known as Crimson Goddess
The moonlight...
shines down interstellar beams
and the groove tonight
is something more than you’ve ever seen
the stars and planets taking shape
a stolen kiss has come too late
in the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
in the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
you’re never safe until you see the dawn
and if the clock strikes past midnight
the hope is gone
to move under
the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
in the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
move. closer. passion. stronger.
there’s a magic only two can tell
in the dark night
ultraviolet is a wicked spell
the stars and planets taking shape
a stolen kiss has come too late
in the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
in the moonlight
carry on, keep romancing
carry on, carry on dancing
moving on... moving all night
-Carry On Dancing, by Savage Garden - Darren Hayes and Daniel Jones
© 1997 EMI Blackwood Music
Vocals Daniel Jones, background vocals Darren Hayes. All rights reserved.
“a car accident... Yamato’s been injured..” “..dead?” “intensive.. Takeru didn’t..” “Taichi..told..”
The jumbled words swirled like a madness all around me, sticking in my head and absolutely refusing to transform into coherent sentences.
I sat up in bed, confused and still groggy, not sure what was happening despite the alarming words drifting in from the other room. Two of the low voices were my parents, but there were others. One voice was crying. Was it my mom? It didn’t sound like her...
Blinking, I raised my hand to stifle a yawn, then threw the covers aside. I slid silently out of bed and made my way to the door, taking awkward steps, trying not to bump into anything in the dark. I didn’t want to wake Hikari.
I heard her murmur my name sleepily though, perhaps the adults woke her as well. Or maybe I did, I don’t know.
“Taichi? What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure. I’m going to find out. Stay here.”
I found myself letting out another yawn, so I glanced back at the clock on the night table beside my bed. I swore softly when I saw the glowing red numbers proclaiming it was two twenty-three in the mornin. Way too damn early. Whatever was going on, I knew it wouldn’t be good news.
Quietly I opened the door and snuck down the hallway, stopping just before the living room came into view. I was hoping to listen, to see if I could make sense of those alarming words that woke me. I couldn’t hear much though. ‘kaasan was talking to that crying woman, trying to soothe her, it sounded like. ‘tousan was talking to a man about funerals.
That scared me. Who died? The man’s voice sounded familiar. Was it a relative, informing us of a death in the family? Or was it maybe someone else I knew? ...the hell was happening?
“....don’t know about Yamato.” My ears caught those few muttered words,and my heart decided to not so nicely relocate itself to the new home in my throat. Was it Yamato who had died? Oh Gods.. please, no.. I can’t lose him.
I was scared now, more scared than I’d ever felt before in my life, even more scared than when I’d landed in the Digital World and encountered Agumon for the first time, more scared than when I’d gotten Hikari deathly sick. Yamato couldn’t die. It was unheard of.
I had to know. “Is Yamato okay?” I cried fearfully as I burst into the livingroom.
The four adults looked at me in surprise. Two were my parents. The other two were Mr. Ishida and Ms. Takaishi. That didn’t serve to make me feel better at all. “Yamato? Is he okay? Is he alive, dead?” I was frantic, wild-eyed.
‘kaasan detached herself from Ms. Takaishi and came over to me. Ever so gently, she put her arm around me and led me to the couch, sitting me down. This only caused me more panic. People always made you sit when they had extremely bad news to break. Which must mean...
“Taichi dear,” ‘kaasan began, “this is.. rather upsetting news. A very sad and tragic thing has occured. Yamato and Takeru were coming home late from a party. There was a really bad car accident.”
“Yamato died,” I stated flatly, as I felt my senses dull. I became numb. My body suffered a massive shutdown. I couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to. My best friend was dead. Gone, never to be seen again, except for that final departing glimpse of a pale, washed out corpse being lowered into the ground to rot for eternity.
“No. No baby. Yamato’s still alive. He’s in the ICU. But Taichi... Takeru didn’t make it.”
Yamato... alive? He was still alive then? A huge weight of darkness was lifted from me, and I felt lighter, relieved. Yamato was alive after all! I hadn’t lost him!
Immediately I felt disgusted with myself, ashamed I was thinking such thougts. Here I was, glad it had been Takeru that had died, and not my Yama. How selfish. How uncaring. But all the same, I couldn’t help it.
Then it really began to sink in. “In.. intensive care?” I croaked out. “He’s.. what happened to him and Takeru?”
“Taichi,” ‘kaasan said soothingly. “They were in a bad car accident. It was real serious. I know it’s a lot for you to take in at once, but please try to understand.”
“Takeru’s dead,” I said, stupidly wishing she’d say no, that it was all a cruel mistake, a bad joke.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“And Yamato’s in the ICU, near death.”
“Oh, not near death, baby. He could still-“
“Near death,” I cut in firmly.
“Yes,” she admited reluctantly.
I began to cry.
~prologue fin~
Well, this is kind of sketchy, to tell you the truth. If you guys think it’s any good, I’ll continue it. Ideas welcome. So? Yes? No?
© 2002 butterflie June/July 2002
© 2003 butterflie May 18, 2003 Sunday 1045PM ::rewrite::
chapter one