VERY MINICHAPTER!
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Not much, but still.
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Water.
Water is a pretty thing.
Precious to all life, simply pretty in paintings and other portrayals.
People drown in water, but perhaps this only makes it lovelier.
Splash. Splash.
The sound of water hitting the shore. It's strange how people find it relaxing.
Birds singing. Talking amongst themselves.
"What do you think we should do?"
"We put her in the cellar, I guess." "Is that what she said?"
"No, you Doofus. She didn't say anything, she's asleep."
"Not her, Ra--"
"They're coming! Thety're coming!"
"Shh! Yes, that's what she said. Now let's get her into the cellar."
I was picked up and thrown.
Darkness is misunderstood.
I'm not afraid of the dark. It's good for sleeping.
I opened my eyes. I was in a cement basement with a fluffy carpet underneath me. I saw the light coming from behind, and I watched it vanish. It was completely dark, but I heard the same voices chittering away about me, and a chain lock on the other side of the heavy wooden door.
And other voices. New ones.
I rushed to the wall. I looked for a switch or a string or a lever to pull.
As I walked around a corner, I felt curtains near the ceiling, so I opened them to let some light in.
There was frosted glass and I couldn't see anything. I heard laughter, and I wished I was outside with whoever it was who was laughing.
I curled back into the corner, wondering what would happen if I hadn't answered that message. I thought of the formal party I would've gone to. I closed my eyes, imagining the pretty dresses and the decorations.
There would've been white walls, with soft, shimmering lights. The decorations would be extravagant, in gold and silver.
What if I met these people there?
I walked myself in, wearing a poofy pink strapless dress that flowed like water. I'd have a clear veil, and white kid gloves that went to my elbows.
There were strangers, greeting us, the Koitake family. I saw everyone eyeing up Akii and I. Judging us. Seeing if we were the right kind of kids.
And across the room, a boy. My age. Tall, wearing a black vest, white dress shirt. Fair skin, dark hair.
And those eyes. Deep, deep blue.
He walked over, taking his time.
"Hello?"
"Next to you, I feel really underdressed." He said gently.
"You look just fine to me." I replied.
"Everyone's watching us."
"Why?"
"Because they want to find out what you're like."
"Because I'm adopted?"
"I think so."
"Whatever."
"It's not a big deal. They do it to everyone, really. No one's really met anyone wth a past like yours."
"What do you think, then?"
"I think you look like a princess."
"That's it?"
"You act a bit misguided, though."
"Lovely."
"Very."
"If I'm a princess, you are a pirate."
"Why?"
"Because I think you seem like the pirate type."
"Ah." There was silence for a minute.
"Is there a hole in your heart, or am I mistaken?" I sang along with the snow. He offered his hand.
"Will you dance with me?" He asked.
"Maybe I will--"
My daydream was cut short, of course, as a voice rang throughout the cellar.
"Hey!" someone yelled. I walked back around to the door. One of the Digimon who had been talking was looking inside.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Since we're housing you, you're working for us." It said.
"Alright, I guess. How did I get here?"
"I was about to ask you. You were on the shore when we found you."
"Ah. Who are you, anyways?"
"The toucanmon."
"Toucanmon..." My digivice repeated, spewing words I didn't quite care for.
"Come on, let's get you to the kitchen."
"Okay." Kia soberly agreed, following the digimon to wherever he would bring her.
I'll make an alternate sidestory, methinks. What would've happened, had she never responded to Ophanimon's text.