I'm going to try and describe as little of this fic as possible, and see if you guys get what's going on.
This came to my mind while I was studying for finals, because I'd decided to procrastinate and found a fic online with a pretty cool idea that isn't often tried, I think. Unfortunately, it wasn't very well-executed (and as such I will refrain from mentioning the fic's title), but anyways, I decided to write one of the sort myself.
The basic gist of the fic is the good ol' "the Chosen Children are evil" cliche. I tried to keep them all as IC as possible. and there's some thread of a plot in here. Something happened that made this story AU. I took many creative liberties, and I'm also ignoring several blatant plot holes that I know exist. But I loved the idea so much, I just ran with it!
There's also a theme going on here, so if you can spot it, kudos!
Please, no flames on characterizations or how they wouldn't really act like this, because, as much as I love every one of the Chosen Children, this piece is meant to be a sort of distortion. Sorry guys =)
Do review though?
Also, I use Japanese names and terms. It's just my habit. I apologize in advance if this annoys some people.
One last warning. I know this story starts off odd, but I'm going to be working through all the Chosen Children, one by one. All I can ask is that you readers be patient...
There was once a day when Sora would claim whole-heartedly that she had no love. It was impossible for her to love someone when she was a horrible daughter who screamed in her mother's face that she didn't love her, who was selfish and only wanted to do the things she wanted to do, like play soccer, get dirt filthy from head to toe with smears of skin showing through. She didn't understand the restrictions her mother had placed on her, not when she despised the flower shop with a vehemence that could only be born from a combination of spending too much time arguing against doing it and being bored out of her mind in the few times she actually bothered to try to learn.
She liked to think that she had grown from those times, to someone capable of caring for others and to someone others looked to for support. She felt this way when she bandaged Takeru's wounds, the scrapings on his knuckles, and placed small patch over his cheek over a tiny cut that had stopped leaking blood long ago. She felt this way when she knocked on Koushirou's door, dragged him out for dinner when surely he'd have wasted away before his bright screen and worn keyboard long ago without her intrusions. She felt this way when she brought Mimi her favorite dresses and foods, and the girl's joy was her joy when she twirled in happiness and smiled so ecstatically as she indulged in the succulent meal. And she felt this way when she cheered Jou on, bolstering his self-confidence enough for him to continue on his work, dragged him back when he closed himself off because of another anxiety attack.
When Yamato announced that they were being attacked, it was all she could do not to restrain him and Taichi as they marched off to battle, weapons in hand. All she could do was wait, wait for them to return so that they were back with her, and only then was she happy. Only when they were all together, was she complete.
And when they didn't return in a timely fashion, it was up to her to be the one marching off, because if one left the coop, it was up to her to return them, if one wanted to take the bird metaphor that far. She would beat off anything holding them back, and she did so with a fierce joy. The creature pinning Yamato down hadn't stood a chance. She didn't even get a good look at it, to identify it; she hardly cared.
Yet even if it hurt her to let them go, she knew, in the end, it was for the greater good, because it was then safer for all of them, and so she tolerated the scrapes and bumps, bruises and the occasional break. Those would get better, unlike other afflictions.
She felt like she understood why her mother stopped her from playing when her ankle stung every other step, so long ago. She hated the feeling of any of them stepping out into danger or risk their lives. If she had the opportunity, she'd tell her, Sora decided. She'd tell her that she finally understood what love meant, as she tried to be the bond that held their makeshift family together in a world that wanted to kill them.