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One Promise Broken
By Kyoko Jyou
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Disclaimer: I do not own digimon. There, I've said it.
Author's Note:
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Authors Note: This story happens sometime after 'Diaboromon Strikes Back' (Yes, I've seen it at last!) and enters the identity of the mysterious glasses-wearing girl Joe gets the second bicycle from. I was struck with the mental dilemma of figuring out her identity since she does stay with Jyou until the end of the movie without seeming to be repelled by him (she actually looks like she was hugging Jyou's arm รก la the usual Sorato pics on the scene by Tokyo Harbor). She shall henceforth named Mizukiko 'Keeko' Yamamoto in my fan-fics for the sake of constancy. Oh yeah, thank heavens there were no Koumi hints in the movie even if they were together. She's still annoyed by his lack of 'biological interface', I guess.
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Jyou kissed Mimi gently on the lips, allowing the crystal droplet running off from her hazel eyes stream down over his stubbly-shaven cheeks. He inhaled gently over her precious skin, his heavy hands on her shoulder.
One last kiss meant it was over,
One last token of a once eternal love.
One last gift bestown upon her,
One last ray of light from up above.
Mimi couldn't believe this was happening.
Jyou pulled his face from her own, his eyes drawn far as to avoid catching another glimpse of her weeping.
He turned his back on Mimi, bundling his wool-and-cashmere Allegeri topcoat on his arms, leaving about a hundred bucks on their table for their dinner and walking out, his Italian loafers tapping on the restaurant's terra-cotta floor.
Pushing through the glass doors of the 'Turquoise Tigress Lounge', the long-haired doctor was out of sight, leaving the young actress drowning in tears and a dry martini, alone in the backdrop of New York's young elitists and the playing of old Frank Sinatra pieces on a piano.
"It's over, Mimi"
The words echoed incessantly- over and over and over again.
"Why, Jyou... why does it have to end? I..."
"Mimi, listen... Keeko is bearing my child. I can't leave my responsibility... My parents won't have it if I didn't marry her..."
"But..."
"Mimi... you have to understand this. It had to end someday... You know how much we've drifted apart..."
"Jyou, if it's all about your 'crest-of-reliability' bullsh*t, I don't want to hear anything of it... I don't care..."
"And... I..."
Mimi looked anxiously at him as if he was about to inject seering hot poison into her bloodstream.
"I loved her... I... I... love her, okay?"
"you're not saying this..."
"Mimi... I do. I would'nt have done it if I didn't..."
"No Jyou... you... can't..."
"Please, don't make it harder than it should..."
"Jyou... I..."
Then, the last kiss.
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To be continued...
One Promise Broken
By Kyoko Jyou
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Disclaimer: I do not own digimon. There, I've said it.
Author's Note:
~*~
Authors Note: This story happens sometime after 'Diaboromon Strikes Back' (Yes, I've seen it at last!) and enters the identity of the mysterious glasses-wearing girl Joe gets the second bicycle from. I was struck with the mental dilemma of figuring out her identity since she does stay with Jyou until the end of the movie without seeming to be repelled by him (she actually looks like she was hugging Jyou's arm รก la the usual Sorato pics on the scene by Tokyo Harbor). She shall henceforth named Mizukiko 'Keeko' Yamamoto in my fan-fics for the sake of constancy. Oh yeah, thank heavens there were no Koumi hints in the movie even if they were together. She's still annoyed by his lack of 'biological interface', I guess.
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Jyou kissed Mimi gently on the lips, allowing the crystal droplet running off from her hazel eyes stream down over his stubbly-shaven cheeks. He inhaled gently over her precious skin, his heavy hands on her shoulder.
One last kiss meant it was over,
One last token of a once eternal love.
One last gift bestown upon her,
One last ray of light from up above.
Mimi couldn't believe this was happening.
Jyou pulled his face from her own, his eyes drawn far as to avoid catching another glimpse of her weeping.
He turned his back on Mimi, bundling his wool-and-cashmere Allegeri topcoat on his arms, leaving about a hundred bucks on their table for their dinner and walking out, his Italian loafers tapping on the restaurant's terra-cotta floor.
Pushing through the glass doors of the 'Turquoise Tigress Lounge', the long-haired doctor was out of sight, leaving the young actress drowning in tears and a dry martini, alone in the backdrop of New York's young elitists and the playing of old Frank Sinatra pieces on a piano.
"It's over, Mimi"
The words echoed incessantly- over and over and over again.
"Why, Jyou... why does it have to end? I..."
"Mimi, listen... Keeko is bearing my child. I can't leave my responsibility... My parents won't have it if I didn't marry her..."
"But..."
"Mimi... you have to understand this. It had to end someday... You know how much we've drifted apart..."
"Jyou, if it's all about your 'crest-of-reliability' bullsh*t, I don't want to hear anything of it... I don't care..."
"And... I..."
Mimi looked anxiously at him as if he was about to inject seering hot poison into her bloodstream.
"I loved her... I... I... love her, okay?"
"you're not saying this..."
"Mimi... I do. I would'nt have done it if I didn't..."
"No Jyou... you... can't..."
"Please, don't make it harder than it should..."
"Jyou... I..."
Then, the last kiss.
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To be continued...