Y/N: Woo-hoo! I'm back as writer this time around, and this time I'm being Miyako. I didn't have as much trouble writing her as an older Miyako as I thought I might, and in fact found that she was more family oriented this time around. I hope you enjoy the plot, but also the woman Miyako is blossoming into. Also, I hope that you enjoy the characterization that I've put towards her family members (mostly Mantarou, Chizuru and Momoe). Please review if you can. Thanks!
U/N: I'm sorry that i didn't have an author's note for Kari's chapter-it was because i was spending my time trying to contact my sister and inform her that "every other day" means "every other day" and not just whenever she feels like putting a chapter up. I dunno if she explained so I will do it. We were going to marathon this story for a while, one chapter a day, but my sister says "i've been sick for so long and i just can't possibly write!" and that's dumb. But now we are at a stand still because she is roughly two weeks late with the chapter that comes after this one. Will it be up on time? i dunno, i don't know if it will be written. But let's hope so.
Anyway, the last chapter, i kind of liked it, and i KNOW i went a little over the top on Taichi and Daisuke's argument, but that was the point, they are MAD. like... mad... anyway, this Taisuke plot thing is probably one of my favourite's that's going on in the story right now-and that's planned at all. Yes, that's right... we don't have everything planned out... most of it though... but anyway, i liked Otamamon, i was trying to show that he's kind of... become less rude as time went on? Jun is a good friend to him... that's what i would say anyway. Also, this was the second introduction of Willis... i like him... And to be completley honest we're not ENTIRELY sure how he and Michael are going to work their way into this story yet...
As for this chapter, I don't really have much to say... just that i REALLY like Miyako, and i like this chapter... it makes me think of Adventure 01... dunno why really... but it's kind of leaving the last chapter off at a cliffhanger... ;) Anyway... review and stuf...
Title: Digimon Adventure 04
By: Yukira and Urazamay King
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or its characters.
Part 1: The Rift
Chapter 07: Evacuation and Improvisation
Miyako:
All hell was breaking loose. Children were being ushered around, some were even crying, having been so excited to go to camp, but I didn't have time to feel sorry for them. I was more worried about their safety, rather than their enjoyment.
"C'mon kid," I said, losing patience. "We don't have time for this."
"B-but, I d-don't w-want to l-leave," she cried. She was rubbing the tears from her eyes, and her pigtails were drooping. "I w-waited all y-year for this…"
She started wailing, and that's when I snapped.
"Then tell your parents to send you next week. I don't care," I told her. "Get your stuff packed, and march yourself onto that bus. Either that or I'm going to leave you here all on your own."
That scared her into action.
"I'm too little to be by myself," she insisted, before running into her cabin, hopefully to gather her belongings.
"Miyako," Ken said coming up behind me. "Boy cabins 1-5 are cleared, how about you?"
"Well," I said gritting my teeth. "If that whiny kid would have moved faster, I might have finished five cabins. I've only got three done. Girl cabins 3-6 are done."
"I've finished boy cabins 9-13," Takeru said coming up to us as well. "Daisuke was supposed to do cabins 5-8, but he's not here. The boss hasn't noticed it, so I'm heading to finish his job. You finish your last two, and then we can get out of here."
I grudgingly complied with his order, and finished evacuating the cabins. I had not had so much trouble with any kids before that day. I was suddenly rethinking my plans for future children…
"Finished?" Ken asked, as I dragged myself over to the parking lot.
"Finally," I said. "How are we getting home?"
"Mom and dad are in Tokyo, they were spending the week there, it's a mini-vacation of sorts," he explained. "And you said your parents were running the store today."
"Momoe's somewhere in Canada or something," I said. "I have no idea. Mantarou's house is too far away to be practical to call him…"
"And my mom is refusing to answer her phone," Takeru said looking very upset about this. I guess I understood that. He could have been dying, and she was ignoring him…
But then I realized that as a journalist, she was probably ignoring her phone while doing an interview. She probably didn't really mean it as it sounded.
"What about your sister," Takeru suggested.
"That other one," Ken added.
"Chizuru?" I asked. "I don't know if I want to call her, but if we have no choice…"
Chizuru was the one sibling I had that I found it difficult to get along with. We were just so different. And she wasn't very sympathetic about the whole never-going-to-be-in-contact-with-the-Digital-World-ever-again thing. She just looked at me said "So?" all snobbishly and rolled her eyes at me. Matarou at least gave me a hug whenever I broke down—I let my emotions get away from me too easily. Plus, Chizuru was almost the opposite of me. She was always out having fun and partying and going on dates with dozens of guys, and had no real plans for her future, yet still managed to get into a top rate school and got a degree in business, and a fantastic job that pays really well…
I didn't know exactly what I was going to do with my life. I knew a few things that I definitely wanted, and then there were so many questions I still needed answered. What job did I want? I knew I didn't want to work at the convenience store all my life, though taking over it for mom and dad when they retired did hold a certain appeal. I was working there whenever I wasn't working at camp. And with Ken going off to school next year, I didn't know what to do. I still had no idea what interested me. I could do so many different things, but not one of them had that instant connection that Daisuke had with his noodle cart dream, or Hikari becoming a kindergarten teacher. Even Mimi—the most fantastic person in the world, who still managed to be slightly flighty when it came to hobbies—knew that she wanted to go into cooking. She'd probably end up on television with a show of her own…
And I'd be watching it during my lunch break at the shop.
The only thing I knew I wanted for sure was marriage. I wanted to get married. It might not be Ken, but someday, I wanted that. Children—even with the super brat—would be a perfect addition to that dream. But I didn't think I'd be content with being a housewife all my life either.
"Are you going to call her?" Ken asked. I guess I'd just been standing there, staring off into space as my mind got away from me.
"I guess," I moaned, making my way to the head cabin, where the office and the phone were. I had to wait in line, since there were still some counsellors calling the kids' parents. After five minutes, it was my turn.
"Hello?" Chizuru asked in her superior way. She just had to know I was on the line. She recognized the camp number or something.
"Hi Chizuru," I said. "It's me, Miyako."
"Ah, what do you want, Squirt?"
That was another thing. Squirt. They—Momoe, Mantarou and Chizuru—used to call me that when I was little. Momoe and Mantarou seemed to realize I'd grown out of the name, being nineteen and all. But Chizuru didn't get that memo…or she just knew how much it bugged me. Either way it grated on my nerves.
"I need you to come and pick me up," I said. I hoped she wouldn't refuse just to bug me. "Camp is being evacuated."
"What about Momoe," she asked. It was obvious she didn't want to do it.
"I don't know where she is," I explained. "She might still be in Canada. I haven't seen her in at least five months. Can you just do this for me?"
"Will you give me money for gas?"
"Fine," I said. "Just come and get us."
"Us?" she questioned.
"Ken, Takeru and I," I said getting more and more frustrated with her. Did she not realize that things were going to get hairy here if she didn't just do as I asked?
Of course she didn't. She didn't believe in the Digital World, she didn't believe in anything that hasn't been seen with her own two eyes.
"Whatever," she said. "I can be there in forty minutes. Thirty-five if I can find my car in the parking lot quick enough."
"Do that then," I said. And then I had to tack on a "Thank you" just because she was actually going out of her way to help us.
"Whatever," she said again. And then she hung up.
I went to tell the boys the good news with a big smile on my face.
"Okay," I said, now that we were at my house. Chizuru didn't exactly wait long. She demanded her gas money and then she drove off, probably to get ready for some date or something. "Now we call Daisuke."
"Right," Ken said, grabbing the phone off the wall, and dialing the numbers quickly. If we weren't so pressed for time, I might've asked how he could remember Daisuke's number so easily, since it was rather new, but we were, so I didn't.
"He's not answering," Ken said after awhile. "It's rung eight times. Now I've got his voice-mail. Maybe I should try again…"
We agreed, and Ken called him a few more times.
Getting voice-mail each time.
"Where is he?" Ken asked, getting worked up about it.
"I mean seriously," I complained. "We were supposed to call him when we got back, why won't he pick up?"
"You don't think he's in trouble, do you?" Ken asked.
"I doubt it," Takeru said. "He probably put it on silent and forgot we were supposed to call him."
"That's hoping for a lot there," I commented.
"I don't want to assume the worst, when I don't have to," Takeru said.
"That's my job," I said taking deep breaths, trying to keep the panic at bay. I could just see it, him and Jun at the side of the road somewhere, their car wrapped around a tree, their slightly mangled bodies motionless… Or Daisuke had been kidnapped as he was running down the road, waiting for his sister to pick him up, and Jun was still driving around looking for him… Or maybe someone was after them, guns blazing, trying to hunt down the digidestined… What if we were next? Oh god. I was trying to prevent that…
"Miyako, where did he say he had to go?" Ken asked, grabbing my hand to alleviate my terror.
"Hikari…he was going to go to Hikari," I said. "And he was going to call Iori."
"And go to Koushiro," Takeru said. "That's where we should go."
"Why?" Ken and I asked together. Takeru forfeiting a visit to Hikari? That was almost unheard of.
"If his phone is really on silence," Takeru explained. "He probably went to Koushiro's, no doubt bringing Hikari and Iori with him. He would go to Hikari first. He practically lives there."
"He does live there," Ken commented, causing Takeru to frown.
"Right," I said, interrupting before Takeru could ask too many questions. "We'll head over to the Izumi residence."
"Alright," the boys agreed. I wrote a note, in case my parents head about the camp being evacuated, and worried about where I was. I could totally see them panicking over it. It was where I got it after all.
"Do you suppose he's figured anything out?" I asked, as we walked down the street. It was strangely empty, it didn't sit well with me. Takeru's hopes that everything was alright seemed harder and harder to grasp for me.
"He's Koushiro," Takeru commented. "Of course he has. He's got nothing better to do."
I was sure he had to have something better to do, having just finished his second year of university. He had to have friends to hang out with or a girlfriend—not that it seemed likely. Making and analyzing scans of the tear at the camp couldn't be the only thing there was.
But at the same time, I was kind of hoping it was the only thing he had to do.
"I hope so," Ken said mirroring my thoughts.
We finally made it to his family's apartment, and knocked on the door, totally missing the door-bell beside us. We were in a hurry, okay?
"Hello," came the voice of Yoshi Izumi, Koushiro's mother. "Oh, hello Miyako, Ken and Takeru. I haven't seen any of you in a long while."
"Good afternoon Mrs. Izumi," I said, the others bowing their heads in greeting. "Would Koushiro be home?"
"You wouldn't know it," she said. "He's been locked in his room since he got back from a 'secret mission' this morning. I don't know what he's doing, but he hasn't eaten. He won't let me in to give him anything either. I don't want him to starve himself."
"I'm sure he won't," I said. "He was with Mimi this morning, she probably fed him some strange concoction that isn't sitting too well. Maybe that's what this is about."
"My poor baby's sick?" she lamented. "That's even worse."
"His stomach is like a steel trap," Takeru intervened. "He's probably just not hungry yet." He sent a glare in my direction. Apparently I wasn't helping. I was trying to though.
"He'll probably let us in," Ken continued. "If you wanted us to take something in to him."
"Would you?" she asked.
"Of course," I said. It seemed easiest to just do what she asked, and then she'd probably leave us alone to worry about the future of the world.
"You are dears," she said, heading to the kitchen. We were afraid it was going to take a long time, but she was back within seconds, carrying two trays, one with mini-sandwiches, and the other with brownies. "I bake when I'm nervous," she explained, handing Takeru and Ken the trays. I could see Takeru eyeing up the brownies, no doubt forgetting why we were really here in the process.
She went over to a door labeled 'Koushiro' and tapped on it. Seriously, his door was labelled. Mine wasn't even labelled, and there were four kids in our house. Here there was just him…
"Kou, darling," she said, and I almost snickered. But I held it back just in time. She was trying to help us after all. "Some of your friends are here."
"Mimi and Sora?" he asked, causing us to look at one another in confusion.
"No," his mother corrected him. "Takeru, Miyako and Ken."
His door was open in an instant. "What are you doing here?"
"Daisuke said he'd be here," I said. "Is he?"
"No," Koushiro said. "I was kind of hoping you were Sora."
"We gathered that," I said dryly.
"She has a key too," he said. "And I thought maybe it was the key—excuse the pun—to solving this mystery."
"So you haven't found anything?" I asked, feeling any hope I actually possessed dwindle away.
"Oh," he said. "I've found stuff. I just wish Sora would have brought the key over here. Apparently, a shopping trip for a handbag with Mimi was more important than the issue we've got."
"We've got more information for you," Takeru said, going into detail about the flux in the weather and the strange bolts of lightning exploding from the tear. "What do you think?"
"It seems almost clear now, that the Digital World is trying to reach us," Koushiro said. "But the question is 'Why?'"
"Really?" Takeru asked incredulously. "I would ask 'How' first personally…"
"The same way they did last time," Koushiro said absent mindedly. "I want to know what's wrong with the world this time around."
"Huh?" I asked, feeling myself getting lost in this conversation.
"The first time, the black gears produced by Devimon called us to the Digital World, then the Dark Masters followed," Koushiro explained.
"And then Ken with his control spires and dark rings and spirals brought us back when Gennai said we couldn't return," Takeru added. "And, well, you remember the rest, you were there."
"Yeah," I said remembering the real purpose of the control spires and defeating our enemy once and for all with our hopes and dreams.
"This time," Koushiro said, pulling an ancient looking key from his desk drawer. "The Digital World sent us these keys, instead of the digivices that were sent previously. My guess is that Gennai has no idea that these were sent to us. I would suppose he has our digivices locked up, as they were before they were sent to us."
"And these keys are our ticket back?" Takeru asked.
"I believe so."
Next on Digimon Adventure 04: Ken is next at bat, and we'll finally get some answers…maybe. You'll have to read to find out.
