Hidden Moments
Written by: Snow Illusion
Dedicated to: Curious George
A/N: *clears
throat* Yeah…um…I guess…Ken…yeah…and…um…he…like…yeah…does…I think…the
thing…he…like…does…yeah…$$$ When Chrishanna is talking it's not in a French
accent because I don't feel like writing it that way. But…she still has a
French accent.
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"I have start
writing, typing. It's annoying me how much free space is just floating around."
-Bobbi
Goldner
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***
"Who are you?"
"No, who are you?"
"Hey, I
asked you first!"
"So! I asked second!"
"Fine! My name is
Chrishanna. I live in Paris, France. Where do you live?"
"My name is Ken. I live
in Odaiba, Japan."
"Hey, my daddy says we're
going to move there soon. My daddy's in the Air Force. Wanna be friends?"
"Okay!"
***
"My
daddy says we're moving. I don't wanna go Ken! I don't wanna go!" I yelled,
sending my echoing waves through small room.
"It's
okay Chrishanna. Don't worry! We'll see each other again," he soothed,
embracing me in what I thought would be our last hug. I wiped away salty tears,
not wanting to show weakness about this small mishap. I mean, Ken had to go
through losing his brother, and I was crying about moving. How much more
pathetic can I get?
"I
hope so Ken…I really, really hope so…"
***
"Ken…is
that really you…I haven't seen you in 12 years…" I whispered, sending my wave
of tears down my pale face. I cried the last time I saw him…now I'm crying the
first time I see him…
"Yes,
it's really me Chrishanna. Has it really been that long?" he asked, his own
salty streams drowning him.
I
chuckled. The first time I chuckled for a long time. A VERY long time.
"Ken…"
"Chrishanna…"
We embraced. Our arms clasped around each other, not letting go. Never letting
go. No, Ken wasn't going to let me slip through his fingers again. I'd make
sure of it.
Our
tears wetted our clothes, but we didn't care. We were the only two people in
the world. We didn't care if everyone was staring at us, we didn't care that
Margaret was getting more envious by the moment; no, we didn't care at all.
But
then, suddenly, a wave of pain struck me. My fingernails started to dig into
Ken's shoulders, I started to slip away, but like I said, Ken wasn't going to
let me go. The last thing I knew before I was plunged into complete darkness
was Ken clasping me even tighter.
I
was in an apartment. A vaguely familiar apartment. Was that a wet washcloth on
my forehead? Yes, I think it is.
I opened my eyes, only to
experience the burning pain of the newly born light.
"Ken, I'm sorry. It just
usually------"
"No, it's
okay. Please don't talk, Chrishanna. Just get some rest, okay?" he told me, his
lovely sensitive eyes scanning my face.
I nodded my head, falling
unto a deep unconsciousness.
When I woke up for a
second time, the washcloth was off my forehead. I sat up; no one was in the
room. I walked across, reaching for the doorknob. I twisted it, opening the
brown door.
"Ken? Are you there,
Ken?" I asked through the apparently empty apartment. Where was he?
It was chilly. It was
strangely chilly. What was that light coming from his computer? I walked over,
expecting it to be some type of glitch, or something. But it was not. It was
nothing that I would of expected. It was a Digi-port.
Don't ask me how I knew
it was a Digi-port. I just did.
"Otamamon…"I whispered
under my breath. I took out my D3, dark purple with orange buttons. It was covered
with gray cobwebs; apparently Jennai had made the illusion so I could
understand I left in the neo space-pocket for way too long.
"Digi-port open!" I
commanded, pushing my rusted magical instrument in front of me.
I suddenly felt the force
of the computer grabbing me and guiding me to a fantastic new world. I was covered in swirls of color; some
colors I had never seen before. I had only remembered doing this once before,
when I was four. That was when I had met Ken.
Yes, I loved him. I loved
him as much as anybody could love anyone. I loved him so much it hurt. It
gnawed at my tender heart, growling, ripping, shredding it into pieces. That
feeling told me to tell him how much I felt, that I stayed up crying tears just
so I could see him again. But no, he didn't love me back. And that felt much
worse than loving him. You could see it in his pale blue eyes. His heart didn't
belong to me. His love was placed in my soon-to-be rival. Margaret. How I
despise that name.
How much could someone
hate someone? Was it possible that at one point in hating someone you stopped?
That hating someone so much it just started degrading and you were back to
where you originated? Well, I certainly didn't believe that. I believe that you
could hate someone so much that it just got worst. There was no degrading or
stopping, there was just hating. And that was it. Hate.
I had finally landed in
the Digital-world. It was definitely different from when I last saw it. Last
time I saw it was desert. Long, never-ending sandy desert. It annoyed me how much desert there was.
Now it was covered in
lush green grass, trees were everywhere, tall and brown mountains reigned the
sky, and digimon were everywhere. Working hard and laughing and enjoying
everything. Last time there was nothing like that. There were no digimon,
except Wormon and Otamamon, and if there was, they were walking around glumly
in the long sandy desert. Yes, the digital world was like Hell back then. But
now it was Heaven. Somehow I knew that my duty was to protect this Heaven. But
why? Was it because I was digi-destined? No, somehow I knew that it wasn't
because of that. I could always leave and forget the whole thing ever existed.
It was because…I don't know. I honestly didn't know. All I knew was I had to
protect this wonderful place. Always.
"Ken?" I asked weakly.
The digimon stared at me. Their round beady eyes were beating me from the
inside out. I smiled at them. They laughed and returned to their humble work.
"Ken! Where are you!
Ken!" I yelled. I was getting more scared by the minute. What if he wasn't
really there? What if he had just gone out to get some food? I was feeling more
idiotic by the second.
"Chrishanna…Is that
really you?" some tiny child like voice asked.
