Author: Fugu
Archive: ask before
Warning: I've seen the Digimon shows until Izzi's adventures as leader with TK's team, once. So it's pretty much AU and major OOC because I have very little memory of it. Major sap, possible Mpreg (if it does happen, it won't be the usual nine months with baby at the end) angst and oh yes, pretty plot less
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: purely for entertainment purposes, own no copyright.
Title: The Fool On the Hill (from the Beatles song)
Pairing: obviously most incredibly sappy Yamato Ishida/ Jyou Kiddo.
Taichi Kamiya/ Sora Takenouchi, Mimi Tachikawa/ OMC, etc.
Notes: If you have read my other fics, you know that I just write for the sake of Sap and hurt/comfort; you know that I don't start arcs chronologically either. More so, I'm not a prolific writer, but I need to finish what I start. I don't know when I'll finish this story. It's been going on for more than 10 years! This is a work in progress, meaning that at anytime I might go back to rewrite and polish this fic as I add chapters. If any of these things are peeves, then you shouldn't be reading this story. Cheers ^_^
The Fool on The Hill
A Companion to Loneliness
Ayako Samantha Kamiya locked herself quietly in her room. She quickly ran to her bed taking her favorite stuffed cat to squeeze it tight. The little brunette quickly climbed into bed throwing the bed quilt over her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for her heart to slow down as well as the shaking to pass, her parents were shouting at each other again. She hated when they argued and it seemed to be happening all the time these days. At the beginning she would try to interfere, but they would ignore her or instead scream at her, telling her she was a bad girl for not helping Mom at home and for not doing well at school.
Once Mom even hit her; she stopped trying.
Mom complained that Dad wasn't home enough and wasn't making any effort for the children (little brother was on the way) and Dad screamed that it was her duty to take care of the children. Mom had no business trying to work or go to the school for the big people and that she should take example on how Grandma had raised him. He was fed up of being asked to help at home when he was already "working his but off" to put bread on the table.
In her distress she had talked about it to Junko, her best friend and Junko had said that it happened at home too, it happened at almost all their friends place and that's how parents were, but recently Dad had been screaming that he would leave Mom and that meant that he would leave her too. And it scared her, because no matter how often her parents screamed at each other, or at her, she loved them a lot. And maybe Dad was going away because he was disappointed in her, like Mom often was and that scared her more.
That was the reason why she was now under her downy quilt in the dark of the night, squeezing the life out of her plushy. When she felt that the shakes had subsided, the little girl shot an arm under the bed to pull out her laptop. Under the covers she booted it up and started typing the secret address she had discovered 2 months ago. It led to a black screen. She had found the link on the web directory of one of her favorite site that had closed. At first she had thought that she had broken her laptop cringing at the tongue lashing she would get because of that, she was so dumb and clumsy. Imagine her surprise when she had been greeted by what seemed to be her own computer. She later realized that it was someone talking to her from a place called the Digital World. Through this address she had made a friend, Juno. To him she had shared her fears and her hopes and in exchange he had told her of a world filled with plushies like her kitty, Tampopo, a place where she could go and become the girl her parents wanted, with the help of Juno she could become good at school and understand math and be good at gym and be loved again by her Dad. Lately, she had shared her fears about her dad leaving them and Juno had asked her twice if she wanted to come to the Digital World. But she was scared; maybe her parents would be angry at her instead. They always told her not talk to strangers, but Juno was her friend and now Dad was in his and Mom's room putting clothes in his travel bags…
"Hello Aya, how are you doing today?"
"Juno, I want to go to that place…the Digital World to become a good girl," She typed frantically.
"Really, are you sure?"
"Yes! Dad is doing his bags, he's going away!"
"Very well…"
A design appeared on the black screen. A weird gold rectangle with a circle inside were the print of a hand was forming, flooding her little quilt tent with incredible bright light.
Don't be afraid.
She heard the voice of an old man speak I her head.
Juno! She gasped.
Yes, place your hand on the design.
That design, it was oddly familiar, she had seen it somewhere before; while thinking so she gulp the ball of fear that had lodged in her throat and placed her hand on the imprint.
Mom's jewelry box! She has a broach that looks just like that!
Those were her last thoughts before she was sucked in her screen, the computer logging off and falling shut. Where there had been an awkward mound now the quilt lay flat.
to be continued