Hey y'all! This was originally my first Digimon fanfic, only now it's re-written and (hopefully) better. Please note that I have only ever really watched season 2 of Digimon so it's pretty much in that mindset. Therefore if it's slight AU…blame it on that. ." I also use English names and references, since I haven't read that much into the Japanese names, etc. :- Enjoy.
"Just a Girl"
Prologue
It was dark out.
Unnaturally dark, actually, even for the digital world. Clouds hid the moon and stars behind a curtain of midnight. How fitting that the weather should mirror the horrible reverberations this night and the days and weeks following it would bring.
The woman led the way down the shadowed path, her white hair shining like a beacon that the man with her followed faithfully. Once upon a time his obvious devotion would have heartened the lady, now it simply riled her.
How foolish she was to have believed herself capable of love. He had shown her that particular feeling was not suited for the likes of them.
It was one more reason she despised him.
They walked like that, in silence, for countless minutes. She, carefully cradling the precious bundle in her arms, and he, too weighted by a heavy heart to do much but follow.
When they arrived at Primary Village, it was both a welcome and unwelcome sight. At the gates, she hesitated only a fraction before striding purposefully between the rows of slumbering digimon in their bassinets, finally reaching an empty one near the edge.
She held her daughter close before setting her in the small bed, fighting back the inevitable tears. Then she straightened, glancing at her companion through this long journey as he, too, said his good-byes to his first and only heir.
"We'll see her again." His tone was a mixture of anguish and hope.
"We won't remember her, you know that." They were hard, bitter words laced with malice, and he had no doubt as to whom the hatred was intended. Tactfully he chose no say nothing in reply.
When it was obvious their brief conversation had ended, the lady took a chain out of her pocket and placed the charm gently next to the slumbering girl. The child stirred but didn't wake.
"Come, we should get going before he figures out what we have done." And she wheeled away, barely giving him time to have a final look upon his daughter before following once more.
It was only after they had put some distance between themselves and Primary Village that she spoke again, "Perhaps it's best we won't remember her."
"What?" He wasn't quite sure that he had heard her right.
"This way she won't interfere with our purpose, and we won't be hindered by memories of feelings we thought we shared that don't exist."
He stiffened, "Don't exist? Exactly what are you saying?"
The silence was long and very nearly unbearable. Yet the words that came after that gap could kill.
"…I don't love you."
Behind them, in every sense, was a young girl unaware yet to her new surroundings. Behind them, was a daughter who would never know a mother or father. Behind them was a child that would grow to fulfill a destiny.
Behind them was their 'non-existing' love.
As the baby slept on, the small gem beside her gleamed in the inky night, a light seemingly trying desperately to ward off the evils and pains in this sleeping child's future. A simple stone, encased in a gold band, across which letters were etched into the metal. A single name, symbolizing all this girl would stand for.
"Nozomi"