Disclaimer: Oh wow'z, I'm getting these out faster than usual. ^^; Maybe its
'cause this ones so different or just that the chapters are shorter than usual.
Thanks to all who reviewed! Critisim and Comments are appreciated! Although...I
think this is my piece with the least amount of reviews...o.x;
By the way, I don't own Digimon.
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Lessons of Love
Chapter 3
My eyes recognized each and everyone of them, including, to my surprise,
delight, and horror, Koushiro. Hair with the slightest tint of red was
all I could see from where I stood; the others were in front of him, but I
knew he was there. His eyes remained on the ground, unmoving to greet me. Two
years and seeing each other still hurt. My smile faded for that split second of
notion, but was quickly returned when my shirt was tugged by Daisuke, who stood
on my left.
"Where's the presents?" He smiled a smile that said he knew what he was doing,
attempting to annoy me. Goggles resting atop his dark brown hair were illuminated
by the incessant lights that lit the airport. I smiled back, although the message
behind mine was deeper and more painful than he would never know.
Before I could open my lips to speak, a crimson-faced Hikari came up behind Daisuke,
laughing nervously, "Pardon Daisuke, he's excited because his birthday is on the way."
Closing my mouth that was open, for I had been prepared to speak, I nodded, pink tips
flowing by the inertia propelled by such a small movement. His words told me that I had
missed the chorus of "hello's" while taking note of Koushiro's presence. I was thankful
no one had noticed. "Oh...right."
"So, Mimi, how's America?" Takeru questioned me.
I shrugged. "Different." I didn't respond to many of the other's questions with more than
one word either, I was too intent on watching Koushiro, who, was whispering something
to Jyou, who then nodded. A head of chestnut turned and proceeded to walk away, away
My heart was breaking, screaming right then, an I wanted to run after him, pleading to
undo what I had done, but my feet were suddenly immobile. I couldn't get any words out, nor
could I keep up the charade I had been playing any longer, picking up my bags that I had laid
down to rest my hands, I forced one more smile, before I'd too, go away and alone for a while.
"I have to go unpack at Sora's. See you guys later!" I waved and was off and walking, not caring
to wait for my hostess. I wanted to be alone; despite the many times they had seem my tears
shamelessly before, I couldn't bear to let them know I had made a devastating mistake years before
and could not forget it...or be forgiven for it.
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Gah! x.x; Piece of junk! ...Oh well. e.e; Next one will be better, I promise! Oh and, the Kouimi
is coming...just be patiant. Thanks! -Eizou
'cause this ones so different or just that the chapters are shorter than usual.
Thanks to all who reviewed! Critisim and Comments are appreciated! Although...I
think this is my piece with the least amount of reviews...o.x;
By the way, I don't own Digimon.
****************************************
Lessons of Love
Chapter 3
My eyes recognized each and everyone of them, including, to my surprise,
delight, and horror, Koushiro. Hair with the slightest tint of red was
all I could see from where I stood; the others were in front of him, but I
knew he was there. His eyes remained on the ground, unmoving to greet me. Two
years and seeing each other still hurt. My smile faded for that split second of
notion, but was quickly returned when my shirt was tugged by Daisuke, who stood
on my left.
"Where's the presents?" He smiled a smile that said he knew what he was doing,
attempting to annoy me. Goggles resting atop his dark brown hair were illuminated
by the incessant lights that lit the airport. I smiled back, although the message
behind mine was deeper and more painful than he would never know.
Before I could open my lips to speak, a crimson-faced Hikari came up behind Daisuke,
laughing nervously, "Pardon Daisuke, he's excited because his birthday is on the way."
Closing my mouth that was open, for I had been prepared to speak, I nodded, pink tips
flowing by the inertia propelled by such a small movement. His words told me that I had
missed the chorus of "hello's" while taking note of Koushiro's presence. I was thankful
no one had noticed. "Oh...right."
"So, Mimi, how's America?" Takeru questioned me.
I shrugged. "Different." I didn't respond to many of the other's questions with more than
one word either, I was too intent on watching Koushiro, who, was whispering something
to Jyou, who then nodded. A head of chestnut turned and proceeded to walk away, away
My heart was breaking, screaming right then, an I wanted to run after him, pleading to
undo what I had done, but my feet were suddenly immobile. I couldn't get any words out, nor
could I keep up the charade I had been playing any longer, picking up my bags that I had laid
down to rest my hands, I forced one more smile, before I'd too, go away and alone for a while.
"I have to go unpack at Sora's. See you guys later!" I waved and was off and walking, not caring
to wait for my hostess. I wanted to be alone; despite the many times they had seem my tears
shamelessly before, I couldn't bear to let them know I had made a devastating mistake years before
and could not forget it...or be forgiven for it.
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Gah! x.x; Piece of junk! ...Oh well. e.e; Next one will be better, I promise! Oh and, the Kouimi
is coming...just be patiant. Thanks! -Eizou