Hi again! It is I, Angel Yame here to show you some more of my writing
talent.
JEN: yeah right! Can we just get to the story?
Hold your horses! I need to do introductions first; and don't talk back to me, I created you, remember?
JEN: Right. Anyway as you probably guessed this is a digimon fic, and Angel Yame doesn't own anything related to digimon.
But I do own you, my OC, Jennifer Armara, or Jen for short. She will be the leading character for this first chapter but that is only because the first two chapters I will be describing her past and how she came to be what she is, a digidestined. The other kids will come in the third chapter, I believe so.
JEN: Hey! You forgot to mention that this takes place during the Season 4 series
You just did!
JEN: __
Silence! That's a first from you. Anyway the Summary is about this girl whose life never seems to go in the direction she wants it. What happens when she loses everyone close to her and has completely shut herself off from everyone and reality itself, and she must now work together with these kids in strange new land. Can she do it?
Now! On with chapter 1
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Faith in a Spirit
Chapter 1: Lost Faith
(1st POV) (Musing about the Past)(Flashback...sort of)
Ever since before I could remember, I've been alone. I have never known the love and trust of a family, or friends for that matter. Being alone has always come natural to me, even at the orphanage I was alone and miserable. I tried to get away from that place and out on my own, but I was only five at the time and too young to get far, I kept getting found. During my time there, I learned how defend myself, though nothing there could prepare me for the heartache that awaited me.
When I was seven, my faith reached new heights when a kind, very rich family of three finally adopted me. I had a mother, a father, and a big brother, who looked like he was just getting out of high school. These were three things...er people, whom I have never known, having grown up in an orphanage for the past 7 years of my life.
Suddenly three years later, that faith was dropped and smashed. This family always seemed too busy with their own social status to pay any attention to me. But should it bother me, I should be used to being alone. Then why do I feel like my heart, fragile as it already is, shatter along with my faith and love. Being ten years old, and an orphan, I couldn't stand for this life anymore, so I did the only thing I knew to do. I ran away.
(Flashback end) (Present)
As I ran down the long, dark, empty street, crystal drops of water fell down my pale cheeks from my bright sapphire blue eyes. I was running so fast I didn't realize that the holders which held my sleek jet black in one long braid, I used to always have hang down but my foster mother put it this way, she said it cute that way, so I kept it. That was my last memory of when this family cared about me, and I was 8 then. As I ran now, my black hair flowed halfway down my back, with some strands flying behind me.
I stopped to rest, when I realized I was in front of the park, where children usually played in the daylight, but now here in the dark, I could only see sadness. As I walked through thick, dense forest, I come to a clearing with a crystal clear blue river sparkling against moonlight surrounding it. Nearby, is what surprised me, there was a decayed, wooden bridge, old and out of place in this beautiful scene, much like me in this world. Feeling right, I stepped onto the bridge. As I stood there I wondered why no one had found me yet, maybe they're not looking for me; maybe they don't care. I should just end I my life here and now.
As I started to fall off the edge of the old bridge into the inviting water, a pair of hands grabbed my arms and pulled me back. Losing my balance, I fell right on top of my unwanted rescuer. It was boy about ten, with long dark hair. I stared at him; lost in his dark eyes, then my anger boiled I pushed him away.
"What did do that for? Who are you?" I asked.
"A nice girl like you shouldn't be out here all alone. Why were trying to kill yourself by falling off anyway?" he replied coldly.
"I have my reasons, you shouldn't have interfered." I said avoiding his gaze.
"I had to save you, I never want to see anyone get hurt if I'm able to help. No one ever alone in this world, they just choose not to know anything about anyone. They only know that there is themselves to take care of and no one else. Those people need to know that there are people who care about them, and not just wanting to use them to get them. You know some things are more than they seem. Now go home, your parents are probably worried."
He talked as if from experience, but how he did know what I was feeling. I shook it out of my thoughts and looked up to see his retreating back. "Hey wait, I don't even know your name!" I yelled.
"It's Kouichi." He said as he disappeared through the forest.
"Thank you, Kouichi." I whispered to the wind.
With Kouichi's words in mind, I picked some speed and ran off the bridge toward my home taking as many short cuts as I could. I realized that my family really did love me, I just didn't look deep enough into my own heart to see it. As I ran back home, I kept thinking and praying my parents would forgive me and love me again. As I neared my home, dark clouds began to form over the clear, dark sky and it started to rain, the strange part was that the closer I got to home the harder the rain fell, but I didn't care; I was going home.
When I reached the front gate, I started running past it when suddenly a pair large, strong hands roughly grab me by my small shoulders. The tall man turned me around, I could tell he was a police officer by his gold badge. The tall man's 6' 4" towered over my short 4' 10". I was shaken with fear staring up at him. Finally, he spoke.
"Excuse me little girl, you are not supposed to be here, this is restricted, why don't you go home."
"What?! This is my home! I live here!" I screamed.
"Oh, then you must know of the incident."
"What incident?" I asked taken aback by his solemn voice.
"Why don't we go inside? You might want to sit down for this."
When the two of us entered the big, empty house I led him to the living room, where he directed me to sit down on the sofa and he sat across me. He told of an incident involving three people; two people were driving across the old Silver Bridge (A/n: This is made up name. Sorry Back to the story.) and it was dark and they didn't see the drunk driver speeding from the opposite way towards them until it was too late. They swerved and both cars went over the side of the bridge. At that point he stopped the story when he saw me literally in shock. But I urged him to continue.
"W- what h-happened to them?" I stuttered holding back flooding tears.
"I am so sorry to say that you're family is dead."
The officer muttered hanging his head hoping I didn't hear, but I did. I stared at him with tear-filled wide eyes. I stood up and began flailing my arms hitting him in the chest.
"No! No! No! They can't be gone! I refuse to believe it!" I yelled and cried.
The tall, muscular officer then stood up unfazed by the blows of my small fists and grabbed me gently by the shoulders and settling me down on the sofa.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock and the officer who sitting next to me comforting me stood up to get the door. I opened my clouded, watery eyes enough to see another tall man standing with the officer. He had on light-brown suit and carried a briefcase. His face held a solemn look, as he came forward, he set his briefcase down on a table and rustled through some papers. After a few minutes, I was curious to who and what he was doing. Finally, he sat down next to me and spoke solemnly.
"Jennifer Armara,"
That was the name the kids at the orphanage gave me and it has stuck to this day, even though I like to shorten it to Jen, but my parents are the only ones who call me that.
"I am the Armara's lawyer, I just heard of this terrible dilemma and I would like to read the family's will to you which might be of interest to you."
I was slightly confused and curious because the oldest and only son of my family was killed overseas during a war about one-half years ago, and I wasn't even blood-related, so why would I be in the Will?
The lawyer went on to say that since the Armara's had no living relatives or descendents, and they thought of me as their own child and they love me, and want the best for me. He told they were leaving me with their entire fortune of 10 billion dollars if anything should happen to them. (A/n: How much is the in Yen? Since this is taking place in Japan.)
I felt like crying again because I didn't think I was worthy. I knew they loved me, but I didn't know if they would have forgiven me for I did tonight. Reluctantly, I accepted nodding my head and signing my name where he told me to do so. He then stood up, gathered his papers in his briefcase and left quickly saying.
"Congratulations Ms. Armara, you now the richest girl in the country of Japan."
Soon after, the officer left too after he said his congratulations. I went to the window and watched both leave. With tears in my already blue eyes, I made a silent promise to myself so no one else would get hurt because of my actions.
"I promise, I will not let myself get close to anyone."
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So, how do you like it? Please Review and tell me. I even surprised myself while writing this; I was going to put Kouji in the one scene, but I put Kouichi, because I decided Kouji and Kouichi are going to play key roles in later chapters to come. So this just a warning to you all that I changed it.
Author Note: Did I spell Kouichi's name correctly? Please tell me.
I would like at least 5 reviews, and I do two chapters waiting in the wings. (Not typed yet)
I've got to say, not a bad job for someone who has only seen the first 9/10 episodes of season 4; but still go easy on me. And I know there are only 10 elements but come on this fanfiction, it means make up if you have to. Use your imagination!
Anyway, read my other stories as well.
C-ya later, -Angel Yame-
JEN: yeah right! Can we just get to the story?
Hold your horses! I need to do introductions first; and don't talk back to me, I created you, remember?
JEN: Right. Anyway as you probably guessed this is a digimon fic, and Angel Yame doesn't own anything related to digimon.
But I do own you, my OC, Jennifer Armara, or Jen for short. She will be the leading character for this first chapter but that is only because the first two chapters I will be describing her past and how she came to be what she is, a digidestined. The other kids will come in the third chapter, I believe so.
JEN: Hey! You forgot to mention that this takes place during the Season 4 series
You just did!
JEN: __
Silence! That's a first from you. Anyway the Summary is about this girl whose life never seems to go in the direction she wants it. What happens when she loses everyone close to her and has completely shut herself off from everyone and reality itself, and she must now work together with these kids in strange new land. Can she do it?
Now! On with chapter 1
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Faith in a Spirit
Chapter 1: Lost Faith
(1st POV) (Musing about the Past)(Flashback...sort of)
Ever since before I could remember, I've been alone. I have never known the love and trust of a family, or friends for that matter. Being alone has always come natural to me, even at the orphanage I was alone and miserable. I tried to get away from that place and out on my own, but I was only five at the time and too young to get far, I kept getting found. During my time there, I learned how defend myself, though nothing there could prepare me for the heartache that awaited me.
When I was seven, my faith reached new heights when a kind, very rich family of three finally adopted me. I had a mother, a father, and a big brother, who looked like he was just getting out of high school. These were three things...er people, whom I have never known, having grown up in an orphanage for the past 7 years of my life.
Suddenly three years later, that faith was dropped and smashed. This family always seemed too busy with their own social status to pay any attention to me. But should it bother me, I should be used to being alone. Then why do I feel like my heart, fragile as it already is, shatter along with my faith and love. Being ten years old, and an orphan, I couldn't stand for this life anymore, so I did the only thing I knew to do. I ran away.
(Flashback end) (Present)
As I ran down the long, dark, empty street, crystal drops of water fell down my pale cheeks from my bright sapphire blue eyes. I was running so fast I didn't realize that the holders which held my sleek jet black in one long braid, I used to always have hang down but my foster mother put it this way, she said it cute that way, so I kept it. That was my last memory of when this family cared about me, and I was 8 then. As I ran now, my black hair flowed halfway down my back, with some strands flying behind me.
I stopped to rest, when I realized I was in front of the park, where children usually played in the daylight, but now here in the dark, I could only see sadness. As I walked through thick, dense forest, I come to a clearing with a crystal clear blue river sparkling against moonlight surrounding it. Nearby, is what surprised me, there was a decayed, wooden bridge, old and out of place in this beautiful scene, much like me in this world. Feeling right, I stepped onto the bridge. As I stood there I wondered why no one had found me yet, maybe they're not looking for me; maybe they don't care. I should just end I my life here and now.
As I started to fall off the edge of the old bridge into the inviting water, a pair of hands grabbed my arms and pulled me back. Losing my balance, I fell right on top of my unwanted rescuer. It was boy about ten, with long dark hair. I stared at him; lost in his dark eyes, then my anger boiled I pushed him away.
"What did do that for? Who are you?" I asked.
"A nice girl like you shouldn't be out here all alone. Why were trying to kill yourself by falling off anyway?" he replied coldly.
"I have my reasons, you shouldn't have interfered." I said avoiding his gaze.
"I had to save you, I never want to see anyone get hurt if I'm able to help. No one ever alone in this world, they just choose not to know anything about anyone. They only know that there is themselves to take care of and no one else. Those people need to know that there are people who care about them, and not just wanting to use them to get them. You know some things are more than they seem. Now go home, your parents are probably worried."
He talked as if from experience, but how he did know what I was feeling. I shook it out of my thoughts and looked up to see his retreating back. "Hey wait, I don't even know your name!" I yelled.
"It's Kouichi." He said as he disappeared through the forest.
"Thank you, Kouichi." I whispered to the wind.
With Kouichi's words in mind, I picked some speed and ran off the bridge toward my home taking as many short cuts as I could. I realized that my family really did love me, I just didn't look deep enough into my own heart to see it. As I ran back home, I kept thinking and praying my parents would forgive me and love me again. As I neared my home, dark clouds began to form over the clear, dark sky and it started to rain, the strange part was that the closer I got to home the harder the rain fell, but I didn't care; I was going home.
When I reached the front gate, I started running past it when suddenly a pair large, strong hands roughly grab me by my small shoulders. The tall man turned me around, I could tell he was a police officer by his gold badge. The tall man's 6' 4" towered over my short 4' 10". I was shaken with fear staring up at him. Finally, he spoke.
"Excuse me little girl, you are not supposed to be here, this is restricted, why don't you go home."
"What?! This is my home! I live here!" I screamed.
"Oh, then you must know of the incident."
"What incident?" I asked taken aback by his solemn voice.
"Why don't we go inside? You might want to sit down for this."
When the two of us entered the big, empty house I led him to the living room, where he directed me to sit down on the sofa and he sat across me. He told of an incident involving three people; two people were driving across the old Silver Bridge (A/n: This is made up name. Sorry Back to the story.) and it was dark and they didn't see the drunk driver speeding from the opposite way towards them until it was too late. They swerved and both cars went over the side of the bridge. At that point he stopped the story when he saw me literally in shock. But I urged him to continue.
"W- what h-happened to them?" I stuttered holding back flooding tears.
"I am so sorry to say that you're family is dead."
The officer muttered hanging his head hoping I didn't hear, but I did. I stared at him with tear-filled wide eyes. I stood up and began flailing my arms hitting him in the chest.
"No! No! No! They can't be gone! I refuse to believe it!" I yelled and cried.
The tall, muscular officer then stood up unfazed by the blows of my small fists and grabbed me gently by the shoulders and settling me down on the sofa.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock and the officer who sitting next to me comforting me stood up to get the door. I opened my clouded, watery eyes enough to see another tall man standing with the officer. He had on light-brown suit and carried a briefcase. His face held a solemn look, as he came forward, he set his briefcase down on a table and rustled through some papers. After a few minutes, I was curious to who and what he was doing. Finally, he sat down next to me and spoke solemnly.
"Jennifer Armara,"
That was the name the kids at the orphanage gave me and it has stuck to this day, even though I like to shorten it to Jen, but my parents are the only ones who call me that.
"I am the Armara's lawyer, I just heard of this terrible dilemma and I would like to read the family's will to you which might be of interest to you."
I was slightly confused and curious because the oldest and only son of my family was killed overseas during a war about one-half years ago, and I wasn't even blood-related, so why would I be in the Will?
The lawyer went on to say that since the Armara's had no living relatives or descendents, and they thought of me as their own child and they love me, and want the best for me. He told they were leaving me with their entire fortune of 10 billion dollars if anything should happen to them. (A/n: How much is the in Yen? Since this is taking place in Japan.)
I felt like crying again because I didn't think I was worthy. I knew they loved me, but I didn't know if they would have forgiven me for I did tonight. Reluctantly, I accepted nodding my head and signing my name where he told me to do so. He then stood up, gathered his papers in his briefcase and left quickly saying.
"Congratulations Ms. Armara, you now the richest girl in the country of Japan."
Soon after, the officer left too after he said his congratulations. I went to the window and watched both leave. With tears in my already blue eyes, I made a silent promise to myself so no one else would get hurt because of my actions.
"I promise, I will not let myself get close to anyone."
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So, how do you like it? Please Review and tell me. I even surprised myself while writing this; I was going to put Kouji in the one scene, but I put Kouichi, because I decided Kouji and Kouichi are going to play key roles in later chapters to come. So this just a warning to you all that I changed it.
Author Note: Did I spell Kouichi's name correctly? Please tell me.
I would like at least 5 reviews, and I do two chapters waiting in the wings. (Not typed yet)
I've got to say, not a bad job for someone who has only seen the first 9/10 episodes of season 4; but still go easy on me. And I know there are only 10 elements but come on this fanfiction, it means make up if you have to. Use your imagination!
Anyway, read my other stories as well.
C-ya later, -Angel Yame-