A/N: Hi! Look another WIP. I need to stop with the WIPs. Probably not happening. This will be updated as I finish the chapters ahead of it. It's at six, so... progress!
This is for the Quintessential Quoting (Challenge!) and my quote was: "A mistake is simply another way of doing things." - Katherine Graham and the mood was angst. I guess we can see where this is going. Please enjoy everybody. This is for anybody who liked At Peace, but needed a lighter tone. Read and review!
-[XW] AU-Canon. "The bells hadn't stopped ringing and the person in her -their- dreams was still as fog ridden and bright-eyed as they had ever been. And the name was at the tip of her tongue and forbidden." Akari-centric
Toll
1.
They saved the world.
Akari had to repeat those words over and over in her mind until they stuckk like magnets on a refrigerator and they never do.
We saved the world. We saved our home. Shoutmon was the King.
Over and over. They all did it, all saved the world.
But how?
That summer memory faded with the onslaught of school bells and heavy heat and frantic phone calls through time zones. None of them knew, none of them remembered exactly how, and for some reason, none of them really wanted to. A lot of things were lost that day. It was the price of power, the price of doing... whatever it was they had done.
Yet why, on her free Sundays, did she feel alone? She felt unaccomplished. What was she missing? Was there something she needed to do?
During those times, she doodled Cutemon, made up heroic adventures, pulled her brothers out of the garden, but it wasn't the same.
Perhaps, did they lose?
Wouldn't they all be dead?
Sometimes she would smile ruefully at a strangely stuffed bag full of unusual items, care items. She would be able to pack her lunch everyday and a little extra, and not know why she made another set of onigiri or had a special orange juice box.
She would try to throw her big, pink bag away. She couldn't. Just holding it would make her cry.