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thescaronhisface) wrote2014-01-10 09:56 pm
thescaronhisface) wrote2014-01-10 09:56 pm
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He Wasn't My Father...
(OOC: This is a one-shot with Kovu and his partners, taking place in his apartment after the Christmas Party on Dec 25, 2013.)
Even after six days, the scene never stopped playing in Kovu's mind. Nearly a week later, and he's barely slept, barely eaten, barely spoken - even to his own partners. Everything he thinks about makes that moment repeat itself. Everything reminds him of Scar, no matter how big, or how small. Every moment of pain brought on by Zira's training, every scathing snarl from Simba, everyone in the Pride Lands looking at him, then turning away, not wanting anything to do with him. By now, sleep-deprived and starving, he had no energy left for anything but self-loathing, plagued by memories of a land he's long since been freed from.
He's pulled out of his misery just briefly when the door to the apartment opens. "Kovu...we're back." Lopmon enters as if he's walking on eggshells. He'd been the first target of Kovu's rage - if he'd been there with them, instead of with the other Lopmon, he could've digivolved...and none of this ever would have happened. Gingerly, he places the few gifts he'd carried home from the party on the couch, trying not to look scared of his own Chosen partner.
Strabimon slams the door behind him and dumps the gifts he was holding on the couch. Now that they're alone, he doesn't have to care about everyone seeing how angry he is as he nearly shoves Lopmon out of his way to get water. He's so parched, he feels like he could keep drinking forever and never be satisfied. But after his third glass he stops. He wipes his lips with the back of his paw, glaring at his two partners. The three of them were barely talking to each other now, each blaming himself and the other two all at once. As they stood there, it felt like the apartment could explode in an instant.
"Did you give them all out?" Kovu's talking into his hands, leaning his head into them and his elbows onto his legs in the chair. His shoulders are slumped forward, his back arched and tight. He's too depressed to be mad at his partners anymore. He's just mad at himself for letting this all happen.
"Yeah. Some of them even had stuff for you." Strabimon gestures to the presents on the couch, but he doesn't look any sort of happy for Kovu. "There was even one from a Leomon."
"You should...open them, Kovu." Lopmon finds himself messing with his ears, a habit he'd picked up thanks to all the stress in the apartment over the last week.
"...Sure." One from...a Leomon? But he'd only ever met one...
It's hard for Kovu to find any sort of joy in the gifts, even the most thoughtful of them. They end up back in the same pile in the couch they started in, all except the envelope from Leomon.
"It's...from Juri's partner. That little girl you met this summer, when all those Kunemon were attacking." Lopmon's finding it hard to breathe. The way that meeting had ended...He didn't really want to bring it up now, when Kovu's been feeling so horrible.
Kovu opens the envelope, and pulls out the message inside. He squints at it, lips moving as he tries to sound out the words that Juri wrote on Leomon's behalf. "'I...I h...ho...'" He scowls, snarling, and shoves the note into Lopmon's hands. "What does it say?"
Before reading it out loud, Lopmon reads the message once...and his heart drops. "'I...I hope you have found...some sort of...peace...'" His voice trails by the end, as suddenly the atmosphere of the room shifts from tense to...shocked.
"'Some kind of peace?'" he repeats softly in disbelief. Strabimon and Lopmon both feel it like they've slammed into a brick wall when Kovu's hit by those words. "What kind of joke is this?" He clenches his fists. "How could anyone find peace here?" His voice is shaking, and his breathing is ragged. Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he lets out a breath, and then stands. If he stays here like this, feeling this way, he might try to attack his partners or say something that he never meant. He'd already done it to Lopmon once. So he goes into the bathroom, not saying anything to either of them as he closes the door.
He turns on the cold tap, running the water to splash some on his face, to try to shock himself back to normal - or however close to normal he could get, now. It doesn't really help any. 'Inner peace' sounds like a cruel joke, a prank played to leave him open for jeering and taunting. There's no way he could get that here, not even if he had a thousand years. As he thinks that, he takes a look in the mirror. But it's not his face he sees looking back at him. He can't see himself in his reflection anymore...all he sees is Scar.
With a shout, he slams his left fist into the mirror, shattering it with every bit of force he can muster. Again, again, again, he hits it with all his strength, using his right hand too, as if getting rid of this reflection would destroy everything of Scar he has inside him. Blood trickles down from his knuckles, and from the busted remnants of the mirror, as he collapses, exhaustion overcoming him.
"Kiara...why aren't you here?" he whispers, feeling tears welling up. He squeezes his eyes shut tight. "Why can't I just go home?"
"Hollyleaf get back!" Kovu grips the broken remnants of his Digivice even tighter as he breaks into a run, closing the distance to her before Liamon has a chance to do anything. With a snarl, and then a shout, he leaps into the air, arching back to strike.
Time stands still as the Digimon roars his challenge at Kovu, and lifts his entire body and his huge arm to retaliate. As Kovu comes down from his huge jump, he slams his fist as hard as he can into Liamon's muzzle, getting a second roar. But then time catches up all too fast. Before Kovu even has time to blink he's forced to propel himself off the lion's head or risk being tossed like a ragdoll. He plants his feet just long enough to push off, then repeats with his hands, launching backward feet first. In the same instant, the Digimon's raised paw comes down, narrowly missing almost everything-
But the claw shreds through the flesh above and below his left eye, tearing away flesh and blood and leaving a mark that could never be forgotten.
Even after six days, the scene never stopped playing in Kovu's mind. Nearly a week later, and he's barely slept, barely eaten, barely spoken - even to his own partners. Everything he thinks about makes that moment repeat itself. Everything reminds him of Scar, no matter how big, or how small. Every moment of pain brought on by Zira's training, every scathing snarl from Simba, everyone in the Pride Lands looking at him, then turning away, not wanting anything to do with him. By now, sleep-deprived and starving, he had no energy left for anything but self-loathing, plagued by memories of a land he's long since been freed from.
He's pulled out of his misery just briefly when the door to the apartment opens. "Kovu...we're back." Lopmon enters as if he's walking on eggshells. He'd been the first target of Kovu's rage - if he'd been there with them, instead of with the other Lopmon, he could've digivolved...and none of this ever would have happened. Gingerly, he places the few gifts he'd carried home from the party on the couch, trying not to look scared of his own Chosen partner.
Strabimon slams the door behind him and dumps the gifts he was holding on the couch. Now that they're alone, he doesn't have to care about everyone seeing how angry he is as he nearly shoves Lopmon out of his way to get water. He's so parched, he feels like he could keep drinking forever and never be satisfied. But after his third glass he stops. He wipes his lips with the back of his paw, glaring at his two partners. The three of them were barely talking to each other now, each blaming himself and the other two all at once. As they stood there, it felt like the apartment could explode in an instant.
"Did you give them all out?" Kovu's talking into his hands, leaning his head into them and his elbows onto his legs in the chair. His shoulders are slumped forward, his back arched and tight. He's too depressed to be mad at his partners anymore. He's just mad at himself for letting this all happen.
"Yeah. Some of them even had stuff for you." Strabimon gestures to the presents on the couch, but he doesn't look any sort of happy for Kovu. "There was even one from a Leomon."
"You should...open them, Kovu." Lopmon finds himself messing with his ears, a habit he'd picked up thanks to all the stress in the apartment over the last week.
"...Sure." One from...a Leomon? But he'd only ever met one...
It's hard for Kovu to find any sort of joy in the gifts, even the most thoughtful of them. They end up back in the same pile in the couch they started in, all except the envelope from Leomon.
"It's...from Juri's partner. That little girl you met this summer, when all those Kunemon were attacking." Lopmon's finding it hard to breathe. The way that meeting had ended...He didn't really want to bring it up now, when Kovu's been feeling so horrible.
Kovu opens the envelope, and pulls out the message inside. He squints at it, lips moving as he tries to sound out the words that Juri wrote on Leomon's behalf. "'I...I h...ho...'" He scowls, snarling, and shoves the note into Lopmon's hands. "What does it say?"
Before reading it out loud, Lopmon reads the message once...and his heart drops. "'I...I hope you have found...some sort of...peace...'" His voice trails by the end, as suddenly the atmosphere of the room shifts from tense to...shocked.
"'Some kind of peace?'" he repeats softly in disbelief. Strabimon and Lopmon both feel it like they've slammed into a brick wall when Kovu's hit by those words. "What kind of joke is this?" He clenches his fists. "How could anyone find peace here?" His voice is shaking, and his breathing is ragged. Squeezing his eyes shut tight, he lets out a breath, and then stands. If he stays here like this, feeling this way, he might try to attack his partners or say something that he never meant. He'd already done it to Lopmon once. So he goes into the bathroom, not saying anything to either of them as he closes the door.
He turns on the cold tap, running the water to splash some on his face, to try to shock himself back to normal - or however close to normal he could get, now. It doesn't really help any. 'Inner peace' sounds like a cruel joke, a prank played to leave him open for jeering and taunting. There's no way he could get that here, not even if he had a thousand years. As he thinks that, he takes a look in the mirror. But it's not his face he sees looking back at him. He can't see himself in his reflection anymore...all he sees is Scar.
With a shout, he slams his left fist into the mirror, shattering it with every bit of force he can muster. Again, again, again, he hits it with all his strength, using his right hand too, as if getting rid of this reflection would destroy everything of Scar he has inside him. Blood trickles down from his knuckles, and from the busted remnants of the mirror, as he collapses, exhaustion overcoming him.
"Kiara...why aren't you here?" he whispers, feeling tears welling up. He squeezes his eyes shut tight. "Why can't I just go home?"