Yes, another Yamachi. Go fig, right. Writing from a laptop is a brand new experience for me...kinda weird...can't move the keyboard...oh well. This story is called Silent wish, and my friend wanted to me to write a story with this story line soI said, yeah. Anyway, I don't think bit'll be a one shot...probably not. So anyway...
Disclaimer: Sadly all I own are Taichi and Yamato plushies...sob
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Epilouge: I Wish...
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Sometimes I wonder what my voice would sound like if I could speak. And then I get to thinking, how would everyone else react to my voice since they never heard it before. The only way I can communicate is through paper and actions. It tiers one out, I tell you. And only you, Diary ( and perhaps my mom, bacause of a mother's intuition ) know how I feel, and how hard is to be a mute. No one knows your words or your thoughts. Your a nobody to almost everyone because it's darn near impossible to make new friends. And when school comes, when you know nobody ( double negative, sorry Mrs. English ) it's even harder.
Figures that that's position I'm in.
- Taichi Yagami, April 15, 2007
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I shut the cover of my new journal, diary is a word for girls, and leaned back against the car's back seat, looking out the window, and watching the new scenery go by. Moving was probably the one thing in my life that was the hardest to do, and it's not just that I'm leaving my friends. I mean, I'll miss Izzy and Mimi a lot, even of though their snogging get on one's nerve, and possibly miss the rabbit that was in the park that I liked, ( sue me, I'm an animal person ) and I know I'll miss Jyou, being the logical person he is told me otherwhise, and I definately know I'll miss the ice cream parlor on Milkyway Street.
No, it wasn't just that. It was this : how can I make knew friends if I can't introduce myself properly? And it's not that I won't to, either. You see, I'm plauged by a curse. I can't tell anyone how I feel, what's wrong, or who my current crush is. Fuck, I can't even tell them my sexual preference. And it's nothing personal.
I'm a mute.
I'm silent to the bone and I'm okay with it most of the time. Just not now, when we're moving to Highwind Island, out of the city on the mainland, and onto a popular but desolete place. Not a good combination if you ask me.
Sighing silently, I shifted my weight to a more comfortable position, i.e, laying down. Staring at the roof of the car, I closed my eyes and propped my knees up in the air, liking the way the car rolled softly side to side, and the way my parents voices sounded, so soft and lulling. I hadn't got much sleep lately, being on the sea and road so much and it finally felt good to lay down. I felt the car turn and I plaec one arm over my eyes to block out the bright sun. Letting the comfotable setting sink in, I let darness take over my mind.
My body however I'm told, is a nother thing whe I sleep.
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" Taichi. Wake up, honey. We're hear. "
Hearing a far off voice interupteing my non existent dream was not the way I wanted to wake up. But alas, I'm a light sleeper and my eyes fluttered open to reveal my mother's young face that looked so idendical to mine. Seeing that my eyes were at least part way open, she smiled and ruffled my hair saying, " Get up sleepyhead, we're at the new house. "
She turned around and I stretched, my body groaning from exaustion, before I sat up and looked at our new house. At first I didn't care but as the sleepyness subsided, the shock settled in. It was a two story, quit large with a balcony leading off from somewhere, the colour was a slightly dark blue with deep yellow triming, high glass windows, and even a stainedglass window here and there. There was acually a pourch with a swing, and by the way it looked by the pickit fence, there was a backyard.
Swallowing hard, I climbed out of the vehical to stand next to my parents, who were looking at the house with a new found love. They've always wanted a house, you see, a large one, even if it was only the three of us. My mother put her arm around me, hugging me to her side and looked down to smile at me. that's another thing about me. I'm short. Hell, my mom's taller then me, she can put her chin on the top of her head. Damn, genes.
" Isn't it lovely, Taichi? " she asked me, wondering what my opinion was. Another thing about my parents I adored, they always asked me my opinion. ( Most of the time.)
Smiling, I nodded, and she hugged me tighter, afraid as if I might run away from her. My father put his arm around my mother's sholder and squeezed it loveingly.
" Things'll get better, " he said softly, " so don't give up. "
My mother giggled and cuddled her face into his sholder, and for some reason I felt that those words were directed at me.
Sgrugging Mother's sholder off, I walked hesitantly tword my new home and stood on the purch, looking back at my family. Mother smiled and asked, " What are you doing, Taichi? "
I signed back that i was going to look insdie the house and she giggled, surprised at herself for forgetting and that her 15 year old son thought about it first. Pulling on Dad's hand, she tugged him forward, he smiling all the way.
" go pick a room, Taichi, " he called, trying to shrug my mother off of himself, even though he was smiling, " we''ll catch up. "
Smiling, I opened the door and stepped into a granly dcorated hallway.
Mom and dad didn't tell me they were buting a fully furnished house. It was...spectacular. Everything seemed perfect, decorated, and the feeling of love dangled in the air.
I had a feeling that things would get better.
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The room I chose was the one with the balcony. It was smaller then the others, only slightly so, and I always wanted a balcony. Unlocking the doors to the balcony, I stepped out onto the white marble, shivering slightly in the cold air. Looking out into the scenery, I drew in a breath, startled by the beauty.
It was dusk, and the sun was setting over the island, some stars alread out and the moon a ghostly ball in the sky, shrouding everything in a redish hue, the lights of the small city glowing like fairies. I stepped farther out and put my hand on the railing, flinshing at the cold touch, and leaned out into the wind, letting it ruffle my spikey brown hair. Closing my eyes, I felt as if everything was perfect.
" It's beautiful, isn't it? "
Startled, I turned to look at my mother before smiling at her and she stepped out onto the balcony beside me, ignoring the cold wind. " We never had scenes like this at home, did we? "
i shook my head and leaned against her sholder.
Yes, it was lovely, but it didn't feel like home.
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There, short and an epilouge, so i doesn't really matter. Tell me what you think, and if I should continue.