Digimon Adventure 02 ~ Japanese Version
~ Episode 40
+ 2001 Chosen (+Timeline Notes) / Lore
+ Daisuke Motomiya
+ U.S. Chosen Child Michael (& Mimi Tachikawa)
"By the way, what are the other American Chosen like?
Are they Chosen from 2001, like you?" - Daisuke
"Some are from 2001, and some aren't.
I've met some but not others." - Michael, pleasantly
"I see...
I want to meet them soon!" - Daisuke, happily
"Yeah!" - Vmon, agreeing cheerfully
"{You'll meet them in a bit.}" - Mimi, cheerily
{Note: In this scene, as it was from the "02" series made in and released around 2000~2001, Daisuke is specifically referring to the team of Chosen Children consisting of characters:
Sam {"Phil" in U.S. dub to prevent confusion with "Sam Ichijouji" who was originally named "Osamu";} & Flare Lizamon,
Maria and Centalmon, Lou and Tortamon,
Steve and Yukidarumon {Frigimon in U.S. Dub}, and
Tatum and Airdramon, that appeared within this episode.}
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for so long, michael kaiser had clung to the unwavering belief that nothing in this world is ever impossible.
for him, nothing was beyond his grasp. if he wanted it, he would make it happen.
victory after victory seemed to reinforce his ideology, proving that he could conquer anything. but now, after another triumphant win for bastard munchen, kaiser found himself standing in front of your apartment door, heart pounding with desperation.
he should be with the team, celebrating another win of him turning the impossible in a clutch. but as soon as the match ended, there’s nothing kaiser wanted more than to be with you. to make things right with you.
on the way, he hoped and wished for an even greater triumph – winning back your heart.
he, himself, can’t explain why is here again. it’s just that lately he’s a little lost after you parted ways, and all roads just led him here. to you.
to you, whom he loved more than any glory or fame his name could ever bring. but it was too late to let you know.
and it might be too late for you to open your heart to him again.
but he could try, right? a man could hope. after all, nothing is ever impossible.
his hand trembled as he raised it to knock on the door, his mind filled with memories of your touch, your laughter, and the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him. it was all slipping away, slipping through his fingers like sand.
what’s the worst thing that could happen? you could break him again in two, that is.
nevertheless, here he stood, wearing his best apology.
if he could show you how he’s hellbent, if he could show you he’s determined to make it better this time, if he could tell you all the right words, you might take his plea. just maybe, you would consider granting him one more chance. it might be a fool's hope, but kaiser would choose the sweetness of false optimism over another night without you.
because again, for the last time, nothing is ever too impossible.
as you opened the door, kaiser couldn't help but wish that you would do the same with your heart. his breath caught in his throat, words failing him momentarily as he took in the sight of you.
you’re as beautiful as the day he lost you.
your beauty was a cruel reminder of what he had lost. it engulfed him like a thorny rose, captivating yet painful, a bittersweet reminder of what once was. your eyes, once filled with adoration, now held a glimmer of indifference.
“take me back,” please.
it was direct. nothing more left to ask you of. it’s not like he hasn’t been here before, asking you about the same thing all over again.
because he did. he had been here before, asking you the same thing, over and over again. each time, a small part of him shattered, but he couldn't let go.
he couldn't let go of the hope that you might find it in your heart to forgive him.
the first time, he was a mess. he was intoxicated, and the fact that he managed to get to your place in such a state could be considered a miracle. kaiser is pretty sure he poured everything that night. words, tears, pleas, and might even be remnants of drinking and dancing all night. the next day, he wakes up on ness's couch. and the realization that you had him picked up brought out the pettiness in him. he was over you, he declared.
the second time, he was in fact, still not over you. it was a random tuesday night, and he arrived at your door in haste, wearing mismatched slippers and disheveled hair. you asked him what he was doing there, and kaiser couldn't find it to tell you that the housekeeper accidentally washed the sweater you left, removing your scent all over it. he couldn’t bring himself to tell you that it was the only thing that’s making him sleep these past nights.
and the third time. now.
he wasn’t as messy as the first, he wasn’t as desperate as the second. this time, his eyes are telling you it is as tired as yours.
you’re looking at him with tired eyes, because you are tired. you were tired – tired of his constant appearances, tired of him showing up only when it was too late. lately, it was hard to tell which hurt more.
yet, he asks you again. just once more. because if he has to ask twice, that’s close to begging. and a prodigy does not beg.
“take me back, y/n.”
but he was no prodigy here. right here, right now, in front of your door, he’s nowhere near a prodigy should be.
“kaiser.”
no.
that’s not his name. you know that’s not his name, at least not to you.
“don’t say anything. i get it now. can i at least hear it then, for the last time? just humor me, pretty.”
say it. say it with my name.
so he’ll know it’s real.
“mihya, i can’t. we’re over.”
and in that moment, michael kaiser finally realized that even he, who had clung to the unwavering belief that nothing in this world is ever impossible, couldn't defy the inevitable outcome of losing you.
this last time, michael kaiser couldn't turn the impossible in his favor.
note. pure word vomit lmao i am: sorry. made this bec lately i've been thinking of kaiser w messy break up hashhashhas he's fit for it me thinks. also! inspired from TS' the last time hehe.
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