Author's Note: Gomen minna-san, I was sick for so long that I couldn't go
on the computer to upload the chapter. Anyways...
These are belated but oh wells!!
Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza (Did I spell that right?), and Happy Hanukkah!! Personally I don't celebrate any but since it's the holidays I still get presents from my friends!! *smiles in delight*
Anyways hope you like this latest chappie!!
Thankies to:
Izumi-Star: Really? Thanks! I thought no one would like it!! ^_^
Minamotogirl: Thanks so much for saying that!!
Shiranai Seito: I hope you really mean that, arigatou!
Chibi Minamoto: Really? You really don't understand it? Well, I'll try to explain it more but really I think that it's better if the authors let the readers try to understand it instead of explaining straightforward, that way you can tell if a reader really read it. Basically, the prologue was speaking of Izumi and her friend Miako. It just shows a bit of what Izumi's life is life right now after the Digital World stuff was over.
Kouzumilover: Clumsy problem? Eh? I don't quite get what you mean but I'll try my best to avoid making any, thanks for the advice, here's the next chapter!! :)
The 3 *** means that there's a change in scenery.
~*Wanna Know Why?*~
Both girls collapsed on the floor, their hair extremely out of place and breathless from the laughter that had ensued from the tickle fight that had occurred after the pillow fight. Fluffs of cotton drifted lazily down and some landed on the heavily breathing teens.
A tan hand reached up and patted some dark brown hair into place as Miako fixed herself quickly. Her hair was short and she was slightly less messy than Izumi who happened to be the more outgoing one when it came to any kind of fight or competition. A smile came to her face as she remembered something that Izumi had mentioned to her when they had been 14 year olds.
"Hey 'Zumi?"
"Mm?"
An absentminded answer came from her friend who was preoccupied with combing out her long blonde hair which became full of tangles and knots. A loud yank of the brush followed soon afterwards along with a whimper and a bushful of pale colored hair.
"Remember the 'Digital World' you had told me about when we were fourteen?"
A loud thump was heard and Miako stopped on her reminiscing enough to turn around to look at her friend. Izumi was staring blankly at the brush which had fallen onto the floor.
"'Zumi? You okay?"
Her concerned eyes focused on the girl who shook her head quickly as if to get rid of bad memories. Her aquamarine eyes turned back to normal and she turned her head at Miako.
"You know I was just joking, Mi' when I had said that. Of course there's no such thing as the Digital World OR Digimon."
An airy laugh erupted from the girl's mouth.
"Yea...but it was funny though. You were trying so hard to get me to believe you that I actually believe you for a little bit before I came back to reality."
"I had a huge imagination back then, remember?"
An exasperated sound clung to Izumi's words as if she wished for this conversation to end soon but Miako ignored her friend's blatant hint.
"I mean...creatures made out of computer data and this huge creature that was affected by this computer virus and you and some other 5 children had to turn into some of those creatures in order to save the world...that's really awesome. Too bad it wasn't real."
"Yeah...I guess. Can we talk about something else now?"
She couldn't ignore that straightforwardness.
"Fine, fine. I still wish I could think of stuff like that though. Ms. Mitsuya says that I need some imagination in my writing. Can I borrow some from you? Pretty please?"
"Well, Mrs. Hirata says I need to work on my logicality in my math. Can I borrow some from you? Pretty please?"
"Only if you happen to give me the imagination."
"You've got it. Just give me the logicality."
Giggles came from both of them as they collapsed again.
"Let's just face it. I'm never going to be good at science and math and you're never going to be good at writing and reading."
"Agreed. But maybe if you helped me study for that writing test we have coming up...?"
"Only if you help me with the math midterm."
***
She sighed as she stared silently out the window.
Miako had left hours ago and her mother and father had yet to call from Japan where they had been taken on a business trip together. Both of them were part of a huge cell phone company and happened to be in a very high status there. It meant to Izumi many lonely nights alone at home in Italy where they had moved back.
She sighed and flipped over on her bed; ignoring the loud rumbles of protest from her stomach which demanded to eat since it hadn't eaten all day. Her head buried deep into her arms.
She couldn't.
She had lost her appetite ever since Miako had mentioned the Digital World.
She didn't really know why.
She still had dreams of it though. The last time she had tried to tell her parents about it when they had come home from another one of their business trips, they had thought she was going crazy and sent her to a therapist. She had never talked to them about it anymore.
'Of course, I barely talk to them about anything anymore. Ever since I had come back from the Di-...I mean ever since I had gotten those dreams of that stupid imaginary world, I've been noticing just how horrible my life is.'
A pause came over the girl and she sighed once again.
'Well...maybe not so horrible but...well...not one that someone would choose.'
'I just wish that maybe...this Digital World thing was true. Maybe then I would feel more like I was meant to be here instead of a mistake. Maybe then I would feel like I'm important to someone.'
Author's Note: I suppose it STILL is a bit short, but I'm trying to work on that. ^_^ Anyways, if any of you peeps are wondering why Izumi thinks that the Digital World and Digimon aren't real, it's because she's been told by so many people who she's tried to tell about the Digital World that it isn't real that she started believing in it herself. She's pushed it so far back into her mind and convinced herself it wasn't real. Sorry peeps, this probably wasn't my best work. *sweatdrops*
Review Please!
These are belated but oh wells!!
Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza (Did I spell that right?), and Happy Hanukkah!! Personally I don't celebrate any but since it's the holidays I still get presents from my friends!! *smiles in delight*
Anyways hope you like this latest chappie!!
Thankies to:
Izumi-Star: Really? Thanks! I thought no one would like it!! ^_^
Minamotogirl: Thanks so much for saying that!!
Shiranai Seito: I hope you really mean that, arigatou!
Chibi Minamoto: Really? You really don't understand it? Well, I'll try to explain it more but really I think that it's better if the authors let the readers try to understand it instead of explaining straightforward, that way you can tell if a reader really read it. Basically, the prologue was speaking of Izumi and her friend Miako. It just shows a bit of what Izumi's life is life right now after the Digital World stuff was over.
Kouzumilover: Clumsy problem? Eh? I don't quite get what you mean but I'll try my best to avoid making any, thanks for the advice, here's the next chapter!! :)
The 3 *** means that there's a change in scenery.
~*Wanna Know Why?*~
Both girls collapsed on the floor, their hair extremely out of place and breathless from the laughter that had ensued from the tickle fight that had occurred after the pillow fight. Fluffs of cotton drifted lazily down and some landed on the heavily breathing teens.
A tan hand reached up and patted some dark brown hair into place as Miako fixed herself quickly. Her hair was short and she was slightly less messy than Izumi who happened to be the more outgoing one when it came to any kind of fight or competition. A smile came to her face as she remembered something that Izumi had mentioned to her when they had been 14 year olds.
"Hey 'Zumi?"
"Mm?"
An absentminded answer came from her friend who was preoccupied with combing out her long blonde hair which became full of tangles and knots. A loud yank of the brush followed soon afterwards along with a whimper and a bushful of pale colored hair.
"Remember the 'Digital World' you had told me about when we were fourteen?"
A loud thump was heard and Miako stopped on her reminiscing enough to turn around to look at her friend. Izumi was staring blankly at the brush which had fallen onto the floor.
"'Zumi? You okay?"
Her concerned eyes focused on the girl who shook her head quickly as if to get rid of bad memories. Her aquamarine eyes turned back to normal and she turned her head at Miako.
"You know I was just joking, Mi' when I had said that. Of course there's no such thing as the Digital World OR Digimon."
An airy laugh erupted from the girl's mouth.
"Yea...but it was funny though. You were trying so hard to get me to believe you that I actually believe you for a little bit before I came back to reality."
"I had a huge imagination back then, remember?"
An exasperated sound clung to Izumi's words as if she wished for this conversation to end soon but Miako ignored her friend's blatant hint.
"I mean...creatures made out of computer data and this huge creature that was affected by this computer virus and you and some other 5 children had to turn into some of those creatures in order to save the world...that's really awesome. Too bad it wasn't real."
"Yeah...I guess. Can we talk about something else now?"
She couldn't ignore that straightforwardness.
"Fine, fine. I still wish I could think of stuff like that though. Ms. Mitsuya says that I need some imagination in my writing. Can I borrow some from you? Pretty please?"
"Well, Mrs. Hirata says I need to work on my logicality in my math. Can I borrow some from you? Pretty please?"
"Only if you happen to give me the imagination."
"You've got it. Just give me the logicality."
Giggles came from both of them as they collapsed again.
"Let's just face it. I'm never going to be good at science and math and you're never going to be good at writing and reading."
"Agreed. But maybe if you helped me study for that writing test we have coming up...?"
"Only if you help me with the math midterm."
***
She sighed as she stared silently out the window.
Miako had left hours ago and her mother and father had yet to call from Japan where they had been taken on a business trip together. Both of them were part of a huge cell phone company and happened to be in a very high status there. It meant to Izumi many lonely nights alone at home in Italy where they had moved back.
She sighed and flipped over on her bed; ignoring the loud rumbles of protest from her stomach which demanded to eat since it hadn't eaten all day. Her head buried deep into her arms.
She couldn't.
She had lost her appetite ever since Miako had mentioned the Digital World.
She didn't really know why.
She still had dreams of it though. The last time she had tried to tell her parents about it when they had come home from another one of their business trips, they had thought she was going crazy and sent her to a therapist. She had never talked to them about it anymore.
'Of course, I barely talk to them about anything anymore. Ever since I had come back from the Di-...I mean ever since I had gotten those dreams of that stupid imaginary world, I've been noticing just how horrible my life is.'
A pause came over the girl and she sighed once again.
'Well...maybe not so horrible but...well...not one that someone would choose.'
'I just wish that maybe...this Digital World thing was true. Maybe then I would feel more like I was meant to be here instead of a mistake. Maybe then I would feel like I'm important to someone.'
Author's Note: I suppose it STILL is a bit short, but I'm trying to work on that. ^_^ Anyways, if any of you peeps are wondering why Izumi thinks that the Digital World and Digimon aren't real, it's because she's been told by so many people who she's tried to tell about the Digital World that it isn't real that she started believing in it herself. She's pushed it so far back into her mind and convinced herself it wasn't real. Sorry peeps, this probably wasn't my best work. *sweatdrops*
Review Please!