Title: Union
Drabble: #37
Rave's prompt: Ring
Randomly selected pairing: Miyora
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Notes: A slight change of pace. And just so there's no confusion, I consider the thumb a finger in this context.
Miyako wouldn't consider herself a stalker by any stretch of the imagination. It's just that when she's attracted to someone she sees in the street, she feels inclined to follow them. She wants to see what they're like, where they shop, who they are. It's not something she can help. If she likes what she sees, and if she's feeling bold enough at the time, she'll stroll over and spark up a conversation.
The last time she did that, however, it went down like a tonne of bricks. The guy hadn't been completely ignorant to the fact that she had been trailing him, and her conversation starter could admittedly have been better. She should have thought of something other than asking for the time when there was a very large and obvious clock tower right behind her.
But this time she's feeling more confident. The girl she's tracking certainly looks kind enough, and she's sure it won't be too hard to start up some friendly banter.
And it seems fate is smiling down on Miyako, for at that moment the girl flicks her hair back and a ring comes flying in Miyako's direction, presumably from the girl's hand. If so, she must not have noticed because she hasn't stopped walking.
Miyako bends down to retrieve the ring, and almost whistles. It's pretty fancy, encrusted with diamonds and sapphires; it must have cost a fortune. And it's a perfectly legitimate excuse to talk to the girl. So she rushes towards her, calling, and when she catches up she asks whether it belongs to her.
The front view of the girl is even prettier than the back view, Miyako notices, as she gasps at the near loss and thanks Miyako profusely for returning the ring. Replying that it's fine, Miyako asks her name. She say's it's Sora.
And then the tables turn and fate no longer seems so kind, as Sora slides the ring onto the fourth finger of her left hand.
She seems oblivious, however, to the disappointment that spreads over Miyako's face, and hurriedly excuses herself; she's already late for an appointment. But she thanks her once again before she rushes away.
Miyako could have sworn there had been a connection when their eyes met; a merging of souls that she couldn't, and wouldn't, ignore. She'd said her name was Sora, and Miyako was going to find her.