I hear a coughing sound at my doorway.
I don't have to look away from my book to know that my mother was giving me her infamous disappointed look. She's so predictable. "Mother," I say, not even looking up at her. "We have nothing to talk about."
"Nanami," my mother replies, sitting down on my bed beside me. "Don't be like that."
I close my book with a sigh. This conversation was starting to bore me already, this is never a good sign. "I know what you're going to say."
"I doubt that," Mother says picking up the book. She flips through the pages and tries to read. Within moments she stops, closing it.
"Father wanted you to talk to me about how staying in my room isn't healthy," I reply. "There isn't anything worthwhile to do so I stay here."
"You could try to talking to the other girls in your school for a start," she mutters, her patience with me dwindling.
"I do try talking to them, they have nothing intelligent to say back," I counter. "It's like teaching your pet bird to talk. It's not going to work no matter how hard you try."
"Did I interrupt something?" Father asks, entering my room. I stand up and leave the room , brushing against Father as I leave.
"No," I say. "You didn't."
Mother, I notice, isn't too happy with me. Oh well. I'm not too bothered by my brief encounter with her, that book was getting boring anyways. I hate being bored.
People say that I'm like my mother.
I'm not.
After all... I didn't marry someone whose last name was the same as my first. That choice will haunt me until I marry. For even when she's dead, my mother's name will be forever linked to me.
Disclaimer: Digimon isn't mine.
Notes: This idea, bluntly, wouldn't leave me alone. So yes, Nanami the Gothic Lolita girl from Savers is the child of Koushiro Izumi and Izumi Orimoto. At least in this alternate universe she is. Maybe I'll flesh this idea out further in some longer story but for now this will remain a what-if drabble.