Holes in the Heart
1-My Dreams Shattered
*__+__*
===Author's Notes: After watching "Genesis of Evil," I started writing this. (Okay, three minutes after it was over. Shoot me.) Honestly, I have no freakin' clue WHY I decided to write something like this. Okay…um, I'm VERY big on Mishiro/Koumi, so don't take this the wrong way-it just hit me in the head. (In the form of a Tupperware sipper cup…trust me, those things HURT.) Second Digimon episode I cried during. I get very sentimental!! You can't sue me for that!! Anyway, this is the first and only Mimi/Ken ficcie I'm writing. I have two ongoing series-"Digital Romance"-which I've posted several stories from-and "Holes in the Heart" now. Basically, Mimi has returned to Japan when she finds that portals to the Digiworld are shutting down due to a virus. Blaming Ken for it, she tracks him in Odaiba, Japan and…the rest I have yet to figure out. * Takes place immediately after "Genesis of Evil" and disregards any and all later episodes. Heheh….Ja ne!
P.S. As per norm, all compliments, flames, comments, reviews, marriage proposals (EWWWWWWWWWW…), and stalker threats go to either the review thinga-majiggy-whatever at www.fanfiction.net or..oops, no e-mail address for ya…so sign the review thinga-majiggy-whatever or be a…a…Takari lover! Yeah!===
WARNING!
The following has not been rated PG-13 for nothing. There is violence, language, mature topics, and Takari bashing. Major Daikari, Miyakeru, and Sorato contained within along with Kenmi (Ken x Mimi). The terms Miyakeru and Kenmi are mine. I've never heard anyone else use the term Miyakeru and I KNOW I thought it up one day. Kenmi is mine just 'cause I thought it up and nobody else writes 'em.
Before people flame me, let me set up sandbags and get a couple SWAT teams down here….
1-MY DREAMS SHATTERED
I had no time to think.
Generally, when your only link to an alternate world where your best friend lives expires, you don't HAVE time to think.
It was unexpected, frightening. The new Chosen Children in Japan informed excitedly that they had defeated the Digimon Kaizer, I had been overjoyed. Locating my aunt's computer was easy, establishing a communications link to the Digital world a bit trickier. Palmon had been as happy as I and we stayed up past midnight chattering away like a bunch of girls at a sleepover.
And just when Palmon was almost done telling me EXACTLY how the last control spire was destroyed, the communication went dead. Static hissed and snow covered the computer screen. I panicked. I tapped in any commands Koushiro-kun had taught me only to find none worked. I hit the console, the hard drive, anything dealing with the failed computer system at all was smacked around by me.
That's how my aunt found me.
I must have made quite a sight, pink-dyed hair in disarray, sweat beads decorating my pale skin, bunny pajamas crooked and wrinkled, huffing like some kind of maniac train wannabe. My aunt took me right to bed and tucked me in, clucking like a nervous mother hen. I almost threw-up from worry. Last time a Digi-link was shut down, Palmon almost died (granted, it was four years of time for her to almost die in…) and I wanted to kill any Digimon who made the idiotic mistake to get in my way.
When Aunt Natsumi closed my bedroom door, I sat bolt upright. Ichijouji Ken. The Digimon Kaizer. The only one of the Chosen Children to be evil. The only one to have a mind quicker than Koushiro, strength greater than Taichi, and the ability to control anyone or anything dealing with the Digital world. Communications, Digimon, digi-vices, digi-eggs…you name it, he can control it. A curse had spurted from my lips-"Shimatta."-before I could stop it and my face, flushed from sweat and anxiety, went to flushed with fury. My papa used to tell me this little story about a beautiful princess and an evil emperor. According to my papa's bedtime telling, the princess was locked away from her kingdom where the evil emperor had taken control. A brave peasant and his companions defeated him, but before the princess could return, the emperor rose again, slaying them. Mama would always interject before he could finish, she never approved of make-believe.
Funny, isn't it, how life always finds a way to end a story you never finished?
*__+__*
Tachikawa Mimi stood in the airport terminal, impatiently shifting weight from foot to foot. Her longish pink hair swayed slightly and she growled in an unladylike manner. Her aunt, reassured that Mimi could and would take care of herself, had paid for the airfare, barely a dent in her mass wealth. Pushing back the sleeve of her white sweater, the teenager frowned at the time her watch showed. Damn. Ten minutes late and she didn't want to lose a single drop of time. "Comeonecomeoncomeoncomeoncomeon..," she chanted darkly, brown eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
"..now boarding at Gate 68…flight 305 to Tokyo, Japan is now boarding at Gate 68.."
"YESS!!" Grabbing her backpack from the cold plastic airport chair, she blew a kiss to the intercom above her and, after a brief glance out the enormous windows running the length of the waiting terminal, she joined the waiting line eagerly. Flight attendants, as anxious as her, hurriedly rushed the passengers into the retractable tunnel, literally shoving Mimi into it. Firing a frosty glare in the attendant's direction, she huffily waltzed down to the open aircraft door.
Okay, Meems, so far, so good. Back to Odaiba, and back to kick Ken's keister. Smugly smiling to herself, she located her seat and leaned back with a relieved sigh.
Only to grind her teeth when the pilot announced they would be refueling and it would be an additional thirty minutes until takeoff.
Go figure.
*__+__*
Tapping her fingers idly on the armrest, she stared out the window into the star-lit sky. She reminded herself to thank Natsumi for booking a night flight…
The stars almost seemed to beckon to her, and she imagined they were asking her to come dance with them. I'm sorry, she thought whimsically, I can't. But we have such a wonderful dance for you, they pleaded. Sighing happily, she settled back and hooked her ear phones into the socket, placing them over her ears. As music flowed into her ears, she drifted off into a gentle slumber.
When she was just beginning to dream, a hand roughly shook her shoulder and Mimi sat bolt upright with a wild-eyed look. An airline stewardess smiled kindly at her and pointed to the seatbelt light. Mumbling to herself, Mimi complied, buckling the seatbelt with ease.
Stifling a yawn, her eyes fluttered lower and lower.
Of course, the successive jolting of the plane to its landing promptly woke her again and she cursed whoever decided it would be fine to have her on the only plane that decided to bounce extra hard at eleven o'clock at night.
"Well, since I'm awake.." Shrugging to herself, she took a quick scan of the nearly empty airplane cabin and grabbed her large backpack from under the seat in front of her. Packed lightly with only her digi-vice and a few romance novels with some cash to buy clothes and other accessories, she easily picked it up.
Yawns and stretches ensued throughout the cabin as passengers slowly stood up, pulling bags from under seat, out of above compartments, and complaining about the "in-flight service." Inclined to agree with the stewardess muttering about a loudmouthed gentleman seated behind Mimi, the young woman simply kept her mouth closed and her opinion to herself. America had taught her the finer arts of self-preservation whereas Japan the safe practice of manners and politeness. Still, that man WAS awfully rude…
Standing up, she shook her right hand, trying to dispel the stinging needles feeling pinching her nerves.
Time to find a Kaizer.
*__+__*
Blood dripped from a deep gash in Daisuke's arm and his face bled from hundreds of painful cuts. A bone was shattered in his leg and he still stood, a defiant glare in his eyes, though his body signaled defeat and fatigue. A dark hand, larger than anything Hikari had seen, smashed down onto his body, breaking his spine with a sickening crunch and an inhuman howl of pain mingling with futile rage.
Screaming, Hikari shot up, hitting her head on the bunk-bed painfully. Clutching the rapidly forming bruise on her forehead, she sobbed silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. The nightmare again. Thankful for Taichi's soccer camp, she turned and buried her head in her pillow, crying as loud as her body allowed her. Shoulders wracked and hair damp and sticky, she unconsciously grasped her once-shattered crest. Premonitions had filled her mind with their sly evil, burning their hatred into her dreams. Daisuke wasn't going to be next, she vowed silently.
Every day, though she had hidden it successfully from her friends and family, the darkness inside her was growing. It had begun after she had been taken to the strange alternate universe, the darkness slowly drowning out the comforting pink glow of her crest little by little, day by day.
Sometimes she wondered if she was doing the right thing. If Gatomon was truly safe. If..if hiding it would kill Daisuke and Buimon.
Looking up, wetness glittering on her face, she stared unseeingly out the window. Mimi was in danger. Ken, too. Unsure of how she knew it, but frightened by what would happen if she didn't tell either, Hikari grabbed a pink jacket and blue sweatpants, hurriedly dressing.
A tired Gatomon cracked open one eye, yawning. "Hikari-chan, what time..*yawn*..is it?" the cat-like Digimon asked sleepily. Smiling sweetly at her Digimon partner, she softly whispered, "Go back to sleep, Gatomon." The Digimon snuffed and fell back asleep.
The smile vanished from Hikari's face and she winced, holding a hand to her head. Forcing back the darkness, she straightened and slowly, quietly, eased out of her room and out of the apartment.
*__+__*
Ken dreamt of happier times, his lanky ivory arm flung over the slumbering Wormmon's back. A hauntingly happy smile fleetingly brightened his face before vanishing slowly.
Across Tokyo, Japan, specifically the Odaiba sector, children slept unaware of the hell preparing to break loose.
All except for Hikari and a young woman name Mimi.
*__+__*
AN: Oooooo, spooky…oh, and for ya'll who've read "Bonjour…Monsieur Grunge" from "Digital Romance," never fear, I'm going to work on it!…eventually…
Shimatta is dammit.
Keister is…something or other…German?…for butt. Heheh..
Ja ne!
(Which, by the way, is Japanese for 'see ya')
1-My Dreams Shattered
*__+__*
===Author's Notes: After watching "Genesis of Evil," I started writing this. (Okay, three minutes after it was over. Shoot me.) Honestly, I have no freakin' clue WHY I decided to write something like this. Okay…um, I'm VERY big on Mishiro/Koumi, so don't take this the wrong way-it just hit me in the head. (In the form of a Tupperware sipper cup…trust me, those things HURT.) Second Digimon episode I cried during. I get very sentimental!! You can't sue me for that!! Anyway, this is the first and only Mimi/Ken ficcie I'm writing. I have two ongoing series-"Digital Romance"-which I've posted several stories from-and "Holes in the Heart" now. Basically, Mimi has returned to Japan when she finds that portals to the Digiworld are shutting down due to a virus. Blaming Ken for it, she tracks him in Odaiba, Japan and…the rest I have yet to figure out. * Takes place immediately after "Genesis of Evil" and disregards any and all later episodes. Heheh….Ja ne!
P.S. As per norm, all compliments, flames, comments, reviews, marriage proposals (EWWWWWWWWWW…), and stalker threats go to either the review thinga-majiggy-whatever at www.fanfiction.net or..oops, no e-mail address for ya…so sign the review thinga-majiggy-whatever or be a…a…Takari lover! Yeah!===
WARNING!
The following has not been rated PG-13 for nothing. There is violence, language, mature topics, and Takari bashing. Major Daikari, Miyakeru, and Sorato contained within along with Kenmi (Ken x Mimi). The terms Miyakeru and Kenmi are mine. I've never heard anyone else use the term Miyakeru and I KNOW I thought it up one day. Kenmi is mine just 'cause I thought it up and nobody else writes 'em.
Before people flame me, let me set up sandbags and get a couple SWAT teams down here….
1-MY DREAMS SHATTERED
I had no time to think.
Generally, when your only link to an alternate world where your best friend lives expires, you don't HAVE time to think.
It was unexpected, frightening. The new Chosen Children in Japan informed excitedly that they had defeated the Digimon Kaizer, I had been overjoyed. Locating my aunt's computer was easy, establishing a communications link to the Digital world a bit trickier. Palmon had been as happy as I and we stayed up past midnight chattering away like a bunch of girls at a sleepover.
And just when Palmon was almost done telling me EXACTLY how the last control spire was destroyed, the communication went dead. Static hissed and snow covered the computer screen. I panicked. I tapped in any commands Koushiro-kun had taught me only to find none worked. I hit the console, the hard drive, anything dealing with the failed computer system at all was smacked around by me.
That's how my aunt found me.
I must have made quite a sight, pink-dyed hair in disarray, sweat beads decorating my pale skin, bunny pajamas crooked and wrinkled, huffing like some kind of maniac train wannabe. My aunt took me right to bed and tucked me in, clucking like a nervous mother hen. I almost threw-up from worry. Last time a Digi-link was shut down, Palmon almost died (granted, it was four years of time for her to almost die in…) and I wanted to kill any Digimon who made the idiotic mistake to get in my way.
When Aunt Natsumi closed my bedroom door, I sat bolt upright. Ichijouji Ken. The Digimon Kaizer. The only one of the Chosen Children to be evil. The only one to have a mind quicker than Koushiro, strength greater than Taichi, and the ability to control anyone or anything dealing with the Digital world. Communications, Digimon, digi-vices, digi-eggs…you name it, he can control it. A curse had spurted from my lips-"Shimatta."-before I could stop it and my face, flushed from sweat and anxiety, went to flushed with fury. My papa used to tell me this little story about a beautiful princess and an evil emperor. According to my papa's bedtime telling, the princess was locked away from her kingdom where the evil emperor had taken control. A brave peasant and his companions defeated him, but before the princess could return, the emperor rose again, slaying them. Mama would always interject before he could finish, she never approved of make-believe.
Funny, isn't it, how life always finds a way to end a story you never finished?
*__+__*
Tachikawa Mimi stood in the airport terminal, impatiently shifting weight from foot to foot. Her longish pink hair swayed slightly and she growled in an unladylike manner. Her aunt, reassured that Mimi could and would take care of herself, had paid for the airfare, barely a dent in her mass wealth. Pushing back the sleeve of her white sweater, the teenager frowned at the time her watch showed. Damn. Ten minutes late and she didn't want to lose a single drop of time. "Comeonecomeoncomeoncomeoncomeon..," she chanted darkly, brown eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
"..now boarding at Gate 68…flight 305 to Tokyo, Japan is now boarding at Gate 68.."
"YESS!!" Grabbing her backpack from the cold plastic airport chair, she blew a kiss to the intercom above her and, after a brief glance out the enormous windows running the length of the waiting terminal, she joined the waiting line eagerly. Flight attendants, as anxious as her, hurriedly rushed the passengers into the retractable tunnel, literally shoving Mimi into it. Firing a frosty glare in the attendant's direction, she huffily waltzed down to the open aircraft door.
Okay, Meems, so far, so good. Back to Odaiba, and back to kick Ken's keister. Smugly smiling to herself, she located her seat and leaned back with a relieved sigh.
Only to grind her teeth when the pilot announced they would be refueling and it would be an additional thirty minutes until takeoff.
Go figure.
*__+__*
Tapping her fingers idly on the armrest, she stared out the window into the star-lit sky. She reminded herself to thank Natsumi for booking a night flight…
The stars almost seemed to beckon to her, and she imagined they were asking her to come dance with them. I'm sorry, she thought whimsically, I can't. But we have such a wonderful dance for you, they pleaded. Sighing happily, she settled back and hooked her ear phones into the socket, placing them over her ears. As music flowed into her ears, she drifted off into a gentle slumber.
When she was just beginning to dream, a hand roughly shook her shoulder and Mimi sat bolt upright with a wild-eyed look. An airline stewardess smiled kindly at her and pointed to the seatbelt light. Mumbling to herself, Mimi complied, buckling the seatbelt with ease.
Stifling a yawn, her eyes fluttered lower and lower.
Of course, the successive jolting of the plane to its landing promptly woke her again and she cursed whoever decided it would be fine to have her on the only plane that decided to bounce extra hard at eleven o'clock at night.
"Well, since I'm awake.." Shrugging to herself, she took a quick scan of the nearly empty airplane cabin and grabbed her large backpack from under the seat in front of her. Packed lightly with only her digi-vice and a few romance novels with some cash to buy clothes and other accessories, she easily picked it up.
Yawns and stretches ensued throughout the cabin as passengers slowly stood up, pulling bags from under seat, out of above compartments, and complaining about the "in-flight service." Inclined to agree with the stewardess muttering about a loudmouthed gentleman seated behind Mimi, the young woman simply kept her mouth closed and her opinion to herself. America had taught her the finer arts of self-preservation whereas Japan the safe practice of manners and politeness. Still, that man WAS awfully rude…
Standing up, she shook her right hand, trying to dispel the stinging needles feeling pinching her nerves.
Time to find a Kaizer.
*__+__*
Blood dripped from a deep gash in Daisuke's arm and his face bled from hundreds of painful cuts. A bone was shattered in his leg and he still stood, a defiant glare in his eyes, though his body signaled defeat and fatigue. A dark hand, larger than anything Hikari had seen, smashed down onto his body, breaking his spine with a sickening crunch and an inhuman howl of pain mingling with futile rage.
Screaming, Hikari shot up, hitting her head on the bunk-bed painfully. Clutching the rapidly forming bruise on her forehead, she sobbed silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. The nightmare again. Thankful for Taichi's soccer camp, she turned and buried her head in her pillow, crying as loud as her body allowed her. Shoulders wracked and hair damp and sticky, she unconsciously grasped her once-shattered crest. Premonitions had filled her mind with their sly evil, burning their hatred into her dreams. Daisuke wasn't going to be next, she vowed silently.
Every day, though she had hidden it successfully from her friends and family, the darkness inside her was growing. It had begun after she had been taken to the strange alternate universe, the darkness slowly drowning out the comforting pink glow of her crest little by little, day by day.
Sometimes she wondered if she was doing the right thing. If Gatomon was truly safe. If..if hiding it would kill Daisuke and Buimon.
Looking up, wetness glittering on her face, she stared unseeingly out the window. Mimi was in danger. Ken, too. Unsure of how she knew it, but frightened by what would happen if she didn't tell either, Hikari grabbed a pink jacket and blue sweatpants, hurriedly dressing.
A tired Gatomon cracked open one eye, yawning. "Hikari-chan, what time..*yawn*..is it?" the cat-like Digimon asked sleepily. Smiling sweetly at her Digimon partner, she softly whispered, "Go back to sleep, Gatomon." The Digimon snuffed and fell back asleep.
The smile vanished from Hikari's face and she winced, holding a hand to her head. Forcing back the darkness, she straightened and slowly, quietly, eased out of her room and out of the apartment.
*__+__*
Ken dreamt of happier times, his lanky ivory arm flung over the slumbering Wormmon's back. A hauntingly happy smile fleetingly brightened his face before vanishing slowly.
Across Tokyo, Japan, specifically the Odaiba sector, children slept unaware of the hell preparing to break loose.
All except for Hikari and a young woman name Mimi.
*__+__*
AN: Oooooo, spooky…oh, and for ya'll who've read "Bonjour…Monsieur Grunge" from "Digital Romance," never fear, I'm going to work on it!…eventually…
Shimatta is dammit.
Keister is…something or other…German?…for butt. Heheh..
Ja ne!
(Which, by the way, is Japanese for 'see ya')