Yamato Ishida (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2017-10-07 10:54 pm
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2017-10-07 10:54 pm
[tri OOM] Five Weeks Later.
It’s Takeru who reaches out to arrange a trip out of Tokyo, and while Yamato’s surprised, he doesn’t question it.
Still, he heads across Odaiba to where his brother and mother live, knocks on the door, and is able to at least be personable when his mother answers. While Yamato’s fairly sure they’ll never be close again, he has, at least, tentatively started talking to his mother every so often, when the occasion arises.
His mother insists on getting him something to drink while Takeru’s getting ready, and eventually he ends up with a glass of lemonade in his hand, while he and his mother awkwardly occupy the same space.
“Takeru told me some of what happened,” his mother says, eventually. “And that you’re not going back there to find them again.”
Yamato gives a quick nod, but doesn’t say anything.
He expects, quietly, that she’ll be somewhat relieved by that. Not happy, not at all, but relieved that he and Takeru aren’t in danger anymore. She had always been more protective than their father -- it was one of the reasons why, when the divorce happened, Yamato had insisted that his younger, more vulnerable brother should stay with her.
“I think that’s a mistake,” his mother says, eventually.
Yamato doesn’t look at her, instead gulping down his lemonade.
“I’ve spent a lot of the last six years wishing you hadn’t been taken away to that world. You were eleven, and Takeru was eight, and in what was a blink of an eye for us, you went to another world and fought wars, and came back -- different,” his mother says. “It wasn’t fair. You were children, and you’d been forced to fight.”
Yamato shuts his eyes, taking another gulp of his lemonade.
“But I know that if you’d been given the choice, all of you would’ve said yes, despite what we’d want,” his mother says. “You’d probably try to fight off rampaging Digimon with your bare hands if you didn’t have your partners. Patamon and Gabumon and the others are the same -- they’d never be able to let people suffer, even without you. They made that decision a long time before they met any of you.”
Yamato downs his lemonade, setting the glass down. “I’m going to check on Takeru.”
“Right,” his mother says, looking out the window. “Just -- I think Patamon and Gabumon would want you to go find them. I think if you gave them the choice to fight with you again, they’d say yes.”
Still, he heads across Odaiba to where his brother and mother live, knocks on the door, and is able to at least be personable when his mother answers. While Yamato’s fairly sure they’ll never be close again, he has, at least, tentatively started talking to his mother every so often, when the occasion arises.
His mother insists on getting him something to drink while Takeru’s getting ready, and eventually he ends up with a glass of lemonade in his hand, while he and his mother awkwardly occupy the same space.
“Takeru told me some of what happened,” his mother says, eventually. “And that you’re not going back there to find them again.”
Yamato gives a quick nod, but doesn’t say anything.
He expects, quietly, that she’ll be somewhat relieved by that. Not happy, not at all, but relieved that he and Takeru aren’t in danger anymore. She had always been more protective than their father -- it was one of the reasons why, when the divorce happened, Yamato had insisted that his younger, more vulnerable brother should stay with her.
“I think that’s a mistake,” his mother says, eventually.
Yamato doesn’t look at her, instead gulping down his lemonade.
“I’ve spent a lot of the last six years wishing you hadn’t been taken away to that world. You were eleven, and Takeru was eight, and in what was a blink of an eye for us, you went to another world and fought wars, and came back -- different,” his mother says. “It wasn’t fair. You were children, and you’d been forced to fight.”
Yamato shuts his eyes, taking another gulp of his lemonade.
“But I know that if you’d been given the choice, all of you would’ve said yes, despite what we’d want,” his mother says. “You’d probably try to fight off rampaging Digimon with your bare hands if you didn’t have your partners. Patamon and Gabumon and the others are the same -- they’d never be able to let people suffer, even without you. They made that decision a long time before they met any of you.”
Yamato downs his lemonade, setting the glass down. “I’m going to check on Takeru.”
“Right,” his mother says, looking out the window. “Just -- I think Patamon and Gabumon would want you to go find them. I think if you gave them the choice to fight with you again, they’d say yes.”