Disclaimer: Ew. That last chapter was the worst thing I wrote ever. x.x; Thanks for not telling
me, but I just read it, only to found how horrid it was myself. Oh well, this ones a lot better,
In my opinion, but judge for yourself! I'm trying to make these longer, I'm sorry if they're really
short, but you must agree that it keeps you in a moment of suspense. And Sei...Well, yeah, happy endings
are rare occurances in your stories, but they're still some of the best I've ever read. ^-^;
Digimon and all related characters are not mine.
**********************
Lessons of Love: Forgiveness
Chapter 5
With a turn of the wheel, the three of us, and the metal vehicle in which we were contained,
were sitting beside the concrete of the sidewalks. The fourth of us stood bewildered and
momentarily frightened as the car of Kido Jyou pulled next to him.
"Koushiro?!" Sora rolled down her window, her garnet eyes flashing concern for her friend.
My eyes however remained upon her, and did not dare even a sheltered glance to the boy in
which she was talking to. "Why didn't you tell any of us you didn't have a ride home."
I had been wondering the same thing, not only did it frighten me, but made me wonder if I
wasn't the only one regretting my visit. I dared a glance upwards to read Koushiro's face,
which wore a tint of red, no doubt from embarrassment.
"I...I was planning on coming back, but..." His familiar voice trailed, obviously not caring
to explain. I'd give anything to hand him his pineapple laptop just than, it would have giving
him a shield, and the sense of belonging as it had so many years ago, but instead, I sat there
quietly, not fitting in myself.
"Sora, why don't you climb in the back and let Koushiro sit up here?" Jyou's suggestion told me
that he knew more about what was going on than I had thought. Sora nodded, she at least knew about
the farewell we participated in those two years ago; they all knew. Had they all seen past my
charade?
Before I could interject, Sora was out of the vehicle, motioning a hesitant Koushiro in to the car.
The slamming of the car door sent a shiver through my veins, and my eyes closed as my body tensed up;
could the two of us bear being so close to each other when just seeing each other from a distance had
stabbed each of our hearts? Sora, unaffected, strolled around the front of the car, her cherry blossom
skirt swaying with each movement of her legs, and sat down beside me. As she sat down, her lips twitched
upwards in an attempt to reassure me with a kind smile, but I saw beyond it; I had practiced smiling like
that for far too long. She knew that there was going to be an aura of tension surrounding Koushiro and I,
and it would most likely spread its regret throughout the rest of the car.
My vocal chords strained to start up a conversation, to loosen up the air as we pulled out onto the road.
No, Jyou's car wasn't exactly small, we had more-than enough room for comfort in regular situations,
but it seemed as if I could no longer move. Any twitch or slight adjustment felt as if I was shattering
the walls around me, especially if I were to reach front. For there, the glass was thinnest, and any touch
would send millions of jagged pieces of glass hurtling back towards my face, cutting it into pools of water
as tears would seep through my eyes and over my face, red with blood, having been cut from the razor-sharp glass.
Koushiro sat in front of me.
**********************
That was actually pretty good for me, ne? n.n; Or not. x.x; But hey, it was better than Chapter 4, I must admit.
Anywho'z, I know I said one or two after this but...a better idea came to me, and well, you know I can draw things
out. x.x; Try three to five now. Sorry! I was trying to make a cute short one, but, plans changed! -Eizou
me, but I just read it, only to found how horrid it was myself. Oh well, this ones a lot better,
In my opinion, but judge for yourself! I'm trying to make these longer, I'm sorry if they're really
short, but you must agree that it keeps you in a moment of suspense. And Sei...Well, yeah, happy endings
are rare occurances in your stories, but they're still some of the best I've ever read. ^-^;
Digimon and all related characters are not mine.
**********************
Lessons of Love: Forgiveness
Chapter 5
With a turn of the wheel, the three of us, and the metal vehicle in which we were contained,
were sitting beside the concrete of the sidewalks. The fourth of us stood bewildered and
momentarily frightened as the car of Kido Jyou pulled next to him.
"Koushiro?!" Sora rolled down her window, her garnet eyes flashing concern for her friend.
My eyes however remained upon her, and did not dare even a sheltered glance to the boy in
which she was talking to. "Why didn't you tell any of us you didn't have a ride home."
I had been wondering the same thing, not only did it frighten me, but made me wonder if I
wasn't the only one regretting my visit. I dared a glance upwards to read Koushiro's face,
which wore a tint of red, no doubt from embarrassment.
"I...I was planning on coming back, but..." His familiar voice trailed, obviously not caring
to explain. I'd give anything to hand him his pineapple laptop just than, it would have giving
him a shield, and the sense of belonging as it had so many years ago, but instead, I sat there
quietly, not fitting in myself.
"Sora, why don't you climb in the back and let Koushiro sit up here?" Jyou's suggestion told me
that he knew more about what was going on than I had thought. Sora nodded, she at least knew about
the farewell we participated in those two years ago; they all knew. Had they all seen past my
charade?
Before I could interject, Sora was out of the vehicle, motioning a hesitant Koushiro in to the car.
The slamming of the car door sent a shiver through my veins, and my eyes closed as my body tensed up;
could the two of us bear being so close to each other when just seeing each other from a distance had
stabbed each of our hearts? Sora, unaffected, strolled around the front of the car, her cherry blossom
skirt swaying with each movement of her legs, and sat down beside me. As she sat down, her lips twitched
upwards in an attempt to reassure me with a kind smile, but I saw beyond it; I had practiced smiling like
that for far too long. She knew that there was going to be an aura of tension surrounding Koushiro and I,
and it would most likely spread its regret throughout the rest of the car.
My vocal chords strained to start up a conversation, to loosen up the air as we pulled out onto the road.
No, Jyou's car wasn't exactly small, we had more-than enough room for comfort in regular situations,
but it seemed as if I could no longer move. Any twitch or slight adjustment felt as if I was shattering
the walls around me, especially if I were to reach front. For there, the glass was thinnest, and any touch
would send millions of jagged pieces of glass hurtling back towards my face, cutting it into pools of water
as tears would seep through my eyes and over my face, red with blood, having been cut from the razor-sharp glass.
Koushiro sat in front of me.
**********************
That was actually pretty good for me, ne? n.n; Or not. x.x; But hey, it was better than Chapter 4, I must admit.
Anywho'z, I know I said one or two after this but...a better idea came to me, and well, you know I can draw things
out. x.x; Try three to five now. Sorry! I was trying to make a cute short one, but, plans changed! -Eizou