Wait for me
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A/n: This is another fanfiction series wit mimato...I promise I'll finish Where the blackbird sings Part3 real soon! Also, I won't be writing or uploading any more fics until next week. Don't kill me! Reviews, please!
"No! Leave me alone! I never did...anything to you!" I knew my voice had risen up horribly, turning into those fake-actor's shrieks. Truth to tell...I hated my voice. I hated my looks. I hated...me.
Sure, Sora would say that it wasn't true, that I was beautiful, had a perfect singing voice, yada yada... But then again, Sora was the type of person who could look at expired yogurt and say it smells nice. You get the drift. I hated what I had become, what I was, straight down from my curly-tufted pink hair to my white clad Sketchers boots.
And here I was. Trapped inside a nightmare, or maybe it was only a dream. A terrifying dream, to be sure. A tall, black suited man, barely 25 years old, with a short white beard that only reached the bottom of his chin. Was he...the devil...? But he didn't look like it; perhaps I was just hallucinating. But what was that sinking feeling in my stomach?
"I want to go home..." I whispered timidly, taking a small step back.
"Home." He prompted, a perculiar smirk on his face, "Where is home? Odaiba? Or New York City?"
My jaw tightened so much I thought it had fallen asleep. "What? How would you know?"
"I do. Now, tell me, little girl...where do you consider home? Your hometown, or your residence? Ah, don't you wish you could move back to Odaiba? See your friends?"
"I could always visit them..." I closed my eyes, trying to pinch myself to wake up.
"Not as much as you would like. They go to the Digiworld with the newcomers, while you're stuck here. Shame, pity...what if they get killed? What then?" He grinned, his greasy mouth curling upward.
"Shut up. You're confusing things." I willed my mouth to talk between my gritted teeth. "Shut up!"
He leaned uncomfortably close, so much that I could smell his breath. Which reminded me of...funny--peppers. "I can give you home. I can get you there forever. With your friends. With..." He trailed off, his smile widening as he pointed with his index finger.
A figure appeared, a masculine shaped form, and I could see his eyes, his hair, his mouth appearing. Blonde hair, startling blue eyes....that familiar cocky half-smile of his...
"Oh God." My voice faded as my eyes fixed on the familiar face. "Yamato."
