Ghosts
By Tarts Wardrobe
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon
The girl stares back at Mimi. Her eyes are sparkling with sadness and her skin looks dull and grey. It takes a mere moment, but Kari finally registers who this stranger at her door is.
"Mimi?" Her voice is barely a whisper. Her voice sounds coarse. The late night sobs have ran her throat raw.
Mimi is staring. Dumbfounded. She has no idea what she has gotten herself into. Before she can say another word, a second figure appears behind Kari. His blue eyes are brimming with tears and his face looks tired and sad. Still, even with his sunken features it only takes Mimi a second to realize who this is.
Takeru "T.K" Takaishi.
The couple are staring down at her. She feels awkward and out of place, like she really should not be here. She is imposing on something obviously very personal. She opens her mouth, but the words do not come out easily. She swallows, and finds her throat to be quite dry. Her face has grown hot, and she can almost feel the redness creep up into her cheeks. This has to be the wrong address. She is sure of it.
"I'm… I'm sorry" it finally comes out and she is already running past the other apartment doors. She is already running down the iron staircase. She is just running.
Mimi gets in bed that night and her mind is still racing. Sleep does not seem like an option at this point. She watches the numbers on her analog clock change. It's twelve o'clock. It's one o'clock…
At two o'clock, Mimi is still awake. Her boyfriend is laying so still beside her, she envies him.
The silence of the room is disturbed as her cellphone vibrates from her bedside table. It sounds like a drum roll. She clutches the phone in her hand and stares down at the small screen. Unknown number. She debates answering it. What if ignoring these cryptic calls just makes them stop? That would not be so bad. Her sleep schedule would work itself out and the dark circles under her eyes would vanish. But, no. She holds the phone to her ear, just as she has nearly every night for the last two weeks. The familiar sound of rushing wind and static greets her.
"Hello?" She says. Her voice does not sound much like herself. It is nervous and cautious.
"Did you do it?" The stranger asks. As always, their voice sounds distant and sad. But tonight is is also anxious. "Did you tell them?"
"I need to know who you are. Why did you tell me to go to the Kamiya's house? Who are you?" She has so many questions.
"I - I don't know who I am. I don't know whats happening! You are the only person I can talk to! I need you to help me!" The mans voice sounds hysterical.
"I don't understand," she whispers, taking note of her boyfriend. He rolls over in his sleep. A glimmer of drool is visible on his chin. She gets out of bed and quietly steps into the kitchen. "Where are you calling me from?" she asks.
The voice on the other end sighs loudly.
"I don't know!" He sounds exasperated. "If I knew what the fuck was going on, I wouldn't need your help!"
"Don't you dare talk like that to me! You have called me nearly night for two weeks asking me to help you out! I can easily ignore your calls!" Her temper is flaring, and her voice is showing it.
"Then why are you still talking to me?"
Good question. She could easily put her phone on silent each night, or just turn it off all together. She did not have to make the visit to Highton View Terrace and she most certainly did not need to be taking such attitude from a stranger. What was she doing?
"I don't know." she replies shortly. "I guess… I guess I feel like, I don't know. Like, maybe…" her voice trails off. The line has gone quiet. She waits for the line to drop, but it doesn't.
"Hello?" She says.
"I'm still here."
It is then when she realizes for the first time in two weeks the line is clear from wind or static. It is the first time she can really hear his voice. It is deep and manly. However, at the same time there is almost something boyish about it. She leans her back against the kitchen counter and cradles her phone between her ear and shoulder.
"Tell me about yourself." She asks. She is tired of these vague messages. She just wants to talk.
"I don't really know much about myself. I mean, I know some things but, I'm not so sure…" His voice trails off. She is happy to be hearing his voice so clearly. It is a nice voice.
"Tell me what you know."
"I like the summer time. I like waking up early, before the heat becomes too unbearable and just sitting outside. I miss that."
She smiles sadly. She cannot help but notice something in his speech. Pain.
"But, it's summer now. You can't miss it too much." she says, trying to lighten the tone of the conversation.
"It is?" He asks, he sounds so surprised. "I didn't know…"
She changes the subject.
"Tell me something else." She looks at the clock on the stove. It reads two thirty-six. This is their longest conversation.
"It's hard." He says. "Remembering things."
"Please try," she asks. She is careful not to beg.
"I remember…" He begins, but before he can finish the line goes dead. She leans against the counter unsure of what just happened. Her mind works fast, trying to piece things together. She is so preoccupied that she does not notice her boyfriend standing in the door.
"Meems?" he says. His voice is sleepy and his eyes are half shut. "What are you doing out here?"
She is so startled at his sudden appearance, she feels her feet slide out from underneath her. Just a bit. She stumbles, but catches herself.
"I was just-" She begins. "I was just getting some water. My throat was feeling dry."
He nods and gets a glass of his own. He fills it up and stands before her. He places his hands on her hips and leans in to kiss her. His lips meet hers, gently and he takes her hand and leads her back to bed.
As her head hits the pillow, sleep suddenly washes over her. She tries to stay awake. She tries to piece together more of the puzzle. Her mind is racing, slower now, but the wheels are still turning.
And finally, she realizes it. She knows who it is.
But, her eyes are closing and her brain is shutting down and soon enough she is fast asleep.
And in the morning, she does not remember.
Tarts Wardrobe/ I hope people are still interested in this. I really liked the first chapter of this and I really hope I didn't totally ruin it with this one. Wah. Hope you liked it.