For They Shall Be Filled
By:
Vain (Vainglorious696) 5/31/2001
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Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I am not that fortunate. Digimon is owned by Fox Kids, Saban (I
think), and a bunch of now-wealthy Japanese people.
Lucky bastards. Moreover, I am American. I take French.
If you want to know French words, names, and
spellings, e-mail me. Do not ask me for
Japanese.
I
love Asian culture, but I can't spell anything Asian worth a damn.
Hell,
I can't spell anything in English worth a damn.
If
I have mauled Japanese names (particularly for places and digimon),
PLEASE
FORGIVE ME AND E-MAIL ME CORRECTIONS.
Also,
this is one of the reasons why I use the American names
(despite the fact that I prefer the names
Osamu, Iori, and Yamato over the English).
Please
don't sue me or steal from me; I'm poor and a real bitch when it comes to my
work.
Feedback
is a rose in December--novel, beautiful, and always welcome.
ENJOY
THE FIC.
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~But the sons of the kingdom will be cast out into outer
darkness.
There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
-Matthew
8: 12
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Part
Eight
The Odaiba Public Library
was quiet on Saturday afternoons. With
no school, only the occasional college student or adult could be seen roaming
the isles of books in search of Napoleon or Gandhi. This was perfectly alright with Kari, of course. She had some serious work to do.
"Why are we here,
Kari? I wanted to catch a quick cat
nap."
The microfilm projector
threw odd shadows over the girls face as she flipped through the articles. "Keep it down, Gatomon. I don't want to get caught by the librarian;
she might think you're a pet."
"A pet?" The feline digimon arched her back,
offended. "A pet?!"
"Oh, don't get your fur
ruffled."
"Hmph. Easy for you to say." Gatomon leapt up onto Kari's lap. She watched the newsreel articles flip
past. "What are you looking for,
anyway?"
"Ichijouji."
"Ken? Why are you looking for newspaper articles
about Ken?"
The Child of Light frowned
but didn't look away from the screen. "I'm not. I'm looking to see if
he has a brother. Someone named Osamu,
actually."
"So why don't you just ask
Ken if it's this important?"
"Because what I want to
know is very private and Ken doesn't trust us. Even if he did, I doubt that he'd want to talk about it . . ."
"If Ken wouldn't want you
to know, why are you looking for this kid?"
"Because," Kari sighed
softly, "I need to know that I'm not going crazy."
Gatomon regarded her human
worriedly. "I don't—"
"There! That was it!"
"What was?"
"This." Kari flipped back three articles until she
reached one that displayed a large picture of a small boy with spiked hair and
gold-rimmed glasses. She read the
headline. "Young Tamachi Boy Registered
as a Clinical Genius. Osamu
Ichijouji, age six, was recently declared by the International Psychology Board
as a genius with an IQ of 170 points, well above the average . . ."
"Kari," asked Gatomon,
"That boy looks just like Ken. What
does it mean?"
"I'm not sure,
Gatomon." The child flipped ahead
several articles, scanning for the words "Tamachi," "Ichijouji," and
"genius." Several articles appeared and
she scanned them all.
"Young Ichijouji
Advanced Two Grades."
"Boy Genius Writes
Winning Computer Program."
"Tamachi Elementary
School for the Gifted Enrolls Young Genius."
"Ichijouji Takes the
Elementary Cup for Tamachi."
The list went on and on.
"This doesn't make any
sense, Kari," Gatomon protested as she read the last headlines. "I thought Ken was the genius. Who's this kid?"
Kari's eyed were glued to
the screen. "This is . . . his
brother."
"Then what happened to
him? Why haven't we heard of him?"
In response Kari flipped
forward several articles, stopping at a picture of a mangled car. The headline read: Tragic Car Accident
Takes the Life of Young Genius and Driver, Injures Brother.
Kari's eyes widened and she
read on.
Saturday
afternoon at 2:00 a tragic car accident took the lives of driver Takahashi
Okada and young Osamu Ichijouji. Takahashi was declared dead at the scene and the young man and his
brother, Ken Ichijouji, were admitted to Tamachi Children's Hospital. The young genius sustained massive injuries
to his cranium and a large amount of blood loss. The youngest Ichijouji suffered a sprained ankle, but was held
overnight for psychological trauma.
The
accident occurred on the corner of Tamachi Avenue and Main Street when Ken
Ichijouji darted out into oncoming traffic. Osamu saw the boy run and followed him, knocking him out of the way of a
vehicle. The vehicle, driven by
Takahashi Okada, struck the elder Ichijouji, knocking the driver into the
windshield and sending the boy several feet in the air. Okada, who was speeding in a school zone,
died
on impact due to hemorrhaging and trauma to the brain.
Osamu was rushed to Tamachi Children's with
internal injuries and skull trauma. The
young man died an hour after admission. Ken Ichijouji received a sprained ankle after his brother knocked him
down, but was admitted for an overnight stay at the hospital for a
psychological evaluation.
"It
was terrible," reported one eyewitness. "I was talking to Mrs. Ichijouji about little Osamu and the two boys
were talking. Suddenly Ken yelled and
just ran out into the street. Osamu saw
him go and ran after him. He knocked
the boy out of the way of the car, but couldn't move in time. Ken saw the entire thing happen less than a
meter from it all. After the impact
there was just this . . . silence, and then Ken started screaming. He was still screaming when they took him
away in the ambulance. It was all just
terrible."
A
private funeral service will take place next week at Tamachi Cemetery.
Kari leaned back heavily in
her chair. "Poor Ken."
"Kari, is this what you
were looking for?"
"Yeah, but . . ." her voice
drifted off.
"But what," prompted her
friend.
"What does this have to
with my dream? Why did Osamu come to
me?"
The digimon looked from her
human to the screen and then back. I
don't know what's going on, Kari, but I'm going to find out . . .
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