Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Rising ❯ Prologue

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

I don't own any people... honestly... I don't *looks nervous*...
Warnings: Um... Um.... I can't really think of any... I think this is
angsty.... Maybe... Probably not... Icky!!!!! I'm in a mood to listen
to pop music (Eek! I'm skared of myself!)... I'm a Jesus in a bible,
you gotta read me the right way... If you wanna be with me, well then,
babe, you gotta pray. I'm a Jesus in a bible, you gotta read me the
right way....

Rising

By: Jen AKA: Banance

April, 2001

Standing; watching the beautiful sun rise sending orange and other
warm colors of the day spreading across the heavens, filling the
shadows of the surface. It seems so simple.

The sun appears beautiful from the outside; tucked into its blue face
like a brilliant yellow eye, but on the inside, it's a hideous orb of
blazing gas, exploding with poisonous fumes. At the initial glance,
it's everything to the Earth, but when you look closer, you realize-in
vain-how inadequate it really is. It burns our skin, damaging us for
all our lives.

We lose our breath at the intake of beauty, yet it has the power to
steal our existence away. There's never been a more vast irony then
the sun... But there's me.

I possess the magnificence found only in legends. Not even the most
talented artist can capture the mystifying exquisiteness that is me.

Ha. No, I am not conceited. I've been told such things by complete
strangers. It doesn't seem peculiar, being who I am; being Ichijouji
Ken.

Just another reason that I'm so flawed. I've hurt so many people and
Digimon with my self-involved ways. I let my ego get the best of me. I
hadn't realized how many things would be interrupted by my cruelty;
how many things have rested on my shoulders that I had not known.

I'm so much like the sun, it frightens me.

I had a beautiful rise into the world, bring joy to the nearest and
dearest. With luck they will be affect, all the same, by my descend.

My life is shaky now, and as my hours go on I will come to the peek of
my life, where I will finally meet my fall, as I faded into this
world.

The sun can manage to set with grace after a day in which everyone
grows to regret. That day between sunrise and set can be forgotten as
the year continues on.

Will I endure this fate as well?

I suppose it will be.

I can only hope someone will remember the mistakes I've made, so that
they won't be repeated.

I hold the deepest sorrows for days long past dead. Regret plays
within those dawns. Regret plays within my own dawn.

How can I rid myself of those regrets?

I was so alive then. Now I lay, sluggish upon the Earth, like the sun
shining at high noon.

Will my sunset be as beautiful as my sunrise?

I hope so.

Sitting, watching the sun fall to its nightly fate, painting the sky
in dark shadows or regret again. The sun's so conceited. It seems so
complicated.

~End~

A/N: Okay, I was in sick delirium when I wrote this. Don't blame me...
Eepp...