Author's notes: OMG I finally got my brain-dead-ness to go away! Aya so far
has been working me on this as an over viewer/editor.I guees I oughta tell
ya what the story is then!
Digimon fandom Romance/general Daisuke/????? A/U: all boys' school in Tokyo. Ken and davis are still the best of friends, meet through soccer. Digimon is a popular show/ merchandise-card game. Set in the current years with some backtracking and time hoping.(I think.) sooooo there we go! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
December 19 1993. To some an important date, to many just a number. That was the day that Auri stopped believing in angels and began lost her old life, entering a new and dark one. She did not know it at first, she was numb from the shock and ignorant of the chaos around her. Maybe it wasn't ignorance, maybe it was just inability to understand and comprehend The Accident. Small children do have a lack of understanding, but are not stupid. Auri at that time knew something had happened, she didn't know what and she didn't know why. But that only lasted for a few days. She could not directly remember the crash or even how she made it out but she remembered the screams, the glass, and the pain. To her the loss she had that day created a dark and empty void in her life, which sucked everything in and never let anything out. Eight years old is young to lose someone, especially your own father and your brother, your twin, in one day.
Somewhere in Osaka.several years ago.
Auri tossed her feathery blond hair back with a flick of her head. She gazed at her brush gliding upon her rice paper with long artful strokes.
"What did he say?"
A voice soft and quiet with the strain of a teenage girl's contained excitement nearby caught her attention. She rubbed her fair arms and legs quickly and let out a steamy breath. A second more nasal voice answered to the first one.
"Nothing..he just totally blushed so bad! And look what he gave me!"
Small squeals and giggles erupted from the group of pupils in the bleachers a short distance from Auri. The second girl who had spoken twirled around in a little circle and showed off several pieces of jewelry and a small bouquet of pink and blue flowers. Auri shrugged and turned away from them, she wanted so bad to be a part of their petty festivity but could not. She just wasn't like them, not with her super short hair, her ultra fair skin and her sea foam eyes. She did not only look different from them, she acted different. Quiet and reclusive at times and violent at others. She could kick just about any boys' butt in a short Tae Kwan Do match and in many other martial arts. She didn't talk about boys and parties and her hair, in fact she cut her hair just so she wouldn't have to deal with it. If she didn't wear a girls' uniform she could easily pass for a boy. She shivered and set down her brush. She had a project due for her art class that morning and the painting would be it. She smiled faintly and held up the Sumi painting. Her eyes trekked the high ink peaks and soared across the rolling clouds. She felt as though the painting was alive in her hands.
"Who is that over there?"
"It's that new girl.Aura or Auri or some kind of weird name like that. Anyways."
Auri looked away from her painting; she found ten pair of eyes meeting hers.
"Are you guys listening to me!? Hey!"
Auri gulped quietly and her face became set with a determination to not show any weakness. The other girls continued to stare. Finally after nearly a minute passed by Auri broke.
"STOP STARING AT ME!!!! Geeez!"
Her voiced cracked like a whip and her strong vocals made it even louder. The eyes remained glued to her, almost as if they had been immured by some strange force or beauty. One girl walked in front of the group, her skirt swishing and her curly black hair fanning out behind her.
"Ladies," She spoke calmly and clearly. "It's rude to stare."
The Good Samaritan girl smiled sweetly and quickly dismissed the clique of girls. She flopped down next to Auri in the bleachers of the school's track and field play area.
"Hey ya' you must be the new student, Auri, right? You look like an exchange."
The stranger spoke to Auri in fluent English and smiled with nearly every word, she nearly dripped with sweetness.
"I'm not an exchange, I've lived here all of my life, I was born in Tokyo."
Auri sighed and looked the girl in the eyes. The girl appeared remotely shocked, then apologetic.
"Gomen! Auri-chan, Gomen!!" The girl smiled, embarrassed, and whipped a hand to the back of her head.
Auri laughed and smiled.
"You're funny, It's okay, a lot of people mistake me for being an exchange. It would be kind of hard not to."
The two girls laughed and hugged as the bell rang.
"I've got all of my classes with you! Except first period, so I'll see you in English!"
Auri waved to the girl.
"Oh yeah, forgot to tell ya' My names Misato! Bye-bye Auri-chan!"
"See ya' Misato-chan!"
Oh yeah.those were the good days. Her first year of Jr. high. Seventh grade, the big jump from being a little kid to a big kid. Heck she had even just turned thirteen only a week before hand. Going to school gave her a chance to ignore all of the things that had happened in the past. Everything from The Crash, to the New Husband, to The Leaving. These events became dim and torn picture films in her minds eye as the days and months wore on.all but one memory.one she could not decide whether it was a memory or just a dream. This memory bothered her every night floating into her mind and nesting there like an unwanted ghost that cannot be gotten rid of. To her the past was a thing to be forgotten but to be treasured at the same time. She wanted to forget her past totally and make up a new one, one that she could treasure. The Motamoia's did their best to aide her.But she could not run from it forever.she had to face it one way or another..
Digimon fandom Romance/general Daisuke/????? A/U: all boys' school in Tokyo. Ken and davis are still the best of friends, meet through soccer. Digimon is a popular show/ merchandise-card game. Set in the current years with some backtracking and time hoping.(I think.) sooooo there we go! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
December 19 1993. To some an important date, to many just a number. That was the day that Auri stopped believing in angels and began lost her old life, entering a new and dark one. She did not know it at first, she was numb from the shock and ignorant of the chaos around her. Maybe it wasn't ignorance, maybe it was just inability to understand and comprehend The Accident. Small children do have a lack of understanding, but are not stupid. Auri at that time knew something had happened, she didn't know what and she didn't know why. But that only lasted for a few days. She could not directly remember the crash or even how she made it out but she remembered the screams, the glass, and the pain. To her the loss she had that day created a dark and empty void in her life, which sucked everything in and never let anything out. Eight years old is young to lose someone, especially your own father and your brother, your twin, in one day.
Somewhere in Osaka.several years ago.
Auri tossed her feathery blond hair back with a flick of her head. She gazed at her brush gliding upon her rice paper with long artful strokes.
"What did he say?"
A voice soft and quiet with the strain of a teenage girl's contained excitement nearby caught her attention. She rubbed her fair arms and legs quickly and let out a steamy breath. A second more nasal voice answered to the first one.
"Nothing..he just totally blushed so bad! And look what he gave me!"
Small squeals and giggles erupted from the group of pupils in the bleachers a short distance from Auri. The second girl who had spoken twirled around in a little circle and showed off several pieces of jewelry and a small bouquet of pink and blue flowers. Auri shrugged and turned away from them, she wanted so bad to be a part of their petty festivity but could not. She just wasn't like them, not with her super short hair, her ultra fair skin and her sea foam eyes. She did not only look different from them, she acted different. Quiet and reclusive at times and violent at others. She could kick just about any boys' butt in a short Tae Kwan Do match and in many other martial arts. She didn't talk about boys and parties and her hair, in fact she cut her hair just so she wouldn't have to deal with it. If she didn't wear a girls' uniform she could easily pass for a boy. She shivered and set down her brush. She had a project due for her art class that morning and the painting would be it. She smiled faintly and held up the Sumi painting. Her eyes trekked the high ink peaks and soared across the rolling clouds. She felt as though the painting was alive in her hands.
"Who is that over there?"
"It's that new girl.Aura or Auri or some kind of weird name like that. Anyways."
Auri looked away from her painting; she found ten pair of eyes meeting hers.
"Are you guys listening to me!? Hey!"
Auri gulped quietly and her face became set with a determination to not show any weakness. The other girls continued to stare. Finally after nearly a minute passed by Auri broke.
"STOP STARING AT ME!!!! Geeez!"
Her voiced cracked like a whip and her strong vocals made it even louder. The eyes remained glued to her, almost as if they had been immured by some strange force or beauty. One girl walked in front of the group, her skirt swishing and her curly black hair fanning out behind her.
"Ladies," She spoke calmly and clearly. "It's rude to stare."
The Good Samaritan girl smiled sweetly and quickly dismissed the clique of girls. She flopped down next to Auri in the bleachers of the school's track and field play area.
"Hey ya' you must be the new student, Auri, right? You look like an exchange."
The stranger spoke to Auri in fluent English and smiled with nearly every word, she nearly dripped with sweetness.
"I'm not an exchange, I've lived here all of my life, I was born in Tokyo."
Auri sighed and looked the girl in the eyes. The girl appeared remotely shocked, then apologetic.
"Gomen! Auri-chan, Gomen!!" The girl smiled, embarrassed, and whipped a hand to the back of her head.
Auri laughed and smiled.
"You're funny, It's okay, a lot of people mistake me for being an exchange. It would be kind of hard not to."
The two girls laughed and hugged as the bell rang.
"I've got all of my classes with you! Except first period, so I'll see you in English!"
Auri waved to the girl.
"Oh yeah, forgot to tell ya' My names Misato! Bye-bye Auri-chan!"
"See ya' Misato-chan!"
Oh yeah.those were the good days. Her first year of Jr. high. Seventh grade, the big jump from being a little kid to a big kid. Heck she had even just turned thirteen only a week before hand. Going to school gave her a chance to ignore all of the things that had happened in the past. Everything from The Crash, to the New Husband, to The Leaving. These events became dim and torn picture films in her minds eye as the days and months wore on.all but one memory.one she could not decide whether it was a memory or just a dream. This memory bothered her every night floating into her mind and nesting there like an unwanted ghost that cannot be gotten rid of. To her the past was a thing to be forgotten but to be treasured at the same time. She wanted to forget her past totally and make up a new one, one that she could treasure. The Motamoia's did their best to aide her.But she could not run from it forever.she had to face it one way or another..
