Holes in the Heart
2-Descending
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===Author's Notes: Insanity rules supreme. No, but I wish. .; Hey, didja enjoy Chapter One? Probably not…oh, but happy day for moi! Not only is www.fanfiction.net getting many Daikari fics, but they're all GOOD fics! Also, if you entered my contest, PLEASE write a review or something stating the title. If you don't, I'll make the wild assumption that Yin's the only one to enter and thusly will win the contest. Everyone who entered wins, technically, though, so….last minute entries..get 'em in NOW. And I now return you to your regularly programmed fic. Ken! Ken! Cute as a widdle kid…cute as an older kid…cute as a teen…darn him! *fumes for no apparent reason at all* Oh, and to ya'll who reviewed chapter one, thanksies! Major thanksies to all of you! Also thanks to Pazoo and Athena who wisely informed me that Satoru was Ken's bro's name. I didn't know there was an on-line fiasco 'bout it, I thought Satoru was his name 'cause a magazine I had (PoJo's) had the 'new' season's characters' names and Satoru was listed as the 'evil human.' And Pazoo…THANK-YOU!!! Ken means 'Perfection!' Hoo-YEAH!! Also, thanks to Chibi-Usa, Jay, and Silver! Til later, ya people!===
2-DESCENDING
A loud, annoying chiming sound exploded into Koushiro's ears and he shot up with a loud "I didn't do it!" Blinking several times, he shook his head to clear the sleepiness and stumbled out of his bed and to the door. Still dressed in school uniform, he asked who was there in a muffled voice.
"Tachikawa Mimi. Koushiro-kun? That you?"
Flicking the chain-lock away and twisting the turn-lock, he pulled the door open. Somehow, even at three in the morning, Mimi managed to look beautiful and perfectly groomed. A light blush tinged his cheeks and he was grateful for the darkness in the house. "Wha' izzit?" he yawned, still rather tired. Bustling past him, Mimi grabbed his shoulder.
"Emergency! Koushiro, we need an immediate meeting!"
He blinked again. "Wha?"
The pink-haired girl rolled her eyes and smacked the side of his head lightly. "Hel-loooo, Einstein! Chosen Children! Meeting! E. MER. GEN. CY." When Koushiro retained his confused, dead-on-his-feet look, she bit off a frustrated scream and settled for pulling her hair.
Finally, her words broke through his haze and the efficient, no-nonsense Koushiro snapped into place. "Let me get a communications out to the guys," he said hurriedly, racing back to his room and setting up his computer and digi-vice. Tapping instructions in quickly, he wrote a simple message.
"There. Hopefully they'll hear their digi-vices beeping away."
Smiling happily at her friend, Mimi relaxed and sat down on the floor. In the pocket of her jeans, an insignificant rectangular piece of stone began glowing irregularly green.
*&*SINCERITY*&*
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Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
BEEP!!
Ken sat straight up, slamming his head into the ceiling. "OW!!" Falling back, hands wrapped around his eyes and head, he "oww"ed again, ignorant to Wormmon's pleas for him to get off. "Ken, you're *gasp* squishing me…please, Ken…yowch…"
BEEP!!
Moving off Wormmon, Ken peered at his beeping digi-vice and stifled an exhausted yawn. Avoiding the ladder to his bunk, he swung his legs over the edge of his bed and dropped effortlessly to the floor, landing like a cat on his feet. Knitting his dark eyebrows together in slight confusion, he scooped the offending piece of technology up and turned a lamp on.
EMERGENCY MEETING AT THE PARK.
EVERYONE HAS TO COME.
KOUSHIRO.
"Ken? Ken, what is it?" Wormmon's voice penetrated the shock blocking his normally whirring brain and the preteen looked up. "E-mail. The Chosen Children are meeting in the park." Wormmon seemed to consider this before smiling the best he could.
"Then we should go, shouldn't we, Ken?" he spoke carefully. Ken's blue eyes widened and he bit his lip anxiously, a gesture new to both. "What if they don't accept me?" he asked softly, reaching up for Wormmon to jump down. The green caterpillar Digimon did so, while saying, "You should go. You have a crest, a digi-vice, and me. You are a Chosen Child."
Pulling his Digimon into a gentle hug, Ken smiled. "All right. But I'm holding you responsible for how they react."
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Pacing quickly across the grass, Mimi had her chin resting on a fist, elbow settled on her hip. Lower lip curled outward, anger and fear streaked her auburn eyes as Koushiro watched. The original Chosen Children were already grouped, Yamato and Sora sharing a bench with an uncomfortable Jyou, Taichi and Hikari on the swings. Takeru was leaning against a tree, obviously waiting for someone.
Tensely, Mimi looked up when she heard a crackling noise, then relaxing as she saw Miyako and Iori emerge from the bushes, the latter holding Miyako's hand as she moved up to Takeru, who smiled brightly at the pretty glasses-wearing girl. Iori, in a very uncharacteristic movement, rolled his eyes and made a face.
Hikari, face pale, glanced around. "Where's Daisuke-cha-uh, kun?" she asked, cheeks turning red at her slip of the tongue. Taichi, who hadn't missed it, gave her a death glare that spoke volumes-the 'if-he-even-THINKS-he's-going-to-get-ANYwhere-with-MY-sister' look-and Hikari, unbelievably, squirmed in her seat, face even redder.
Mimi, resisting the urge to giggle, plopped to the soft ground, arms and pink hair out-flung. Staring up at the stars, she felt mist collecting in her eyes as she thought of how Palmon would have loved watching them. Sitting up, she plucked a piece of grass and slowly stripped it, strand from strand, as the soft murmur of conversation fell into the background.
"Hey, guys," Mimi raised her eyes. Daisuke stood there, Buimon in his arms, an unidentifiable figure behind him. "You'll never guess who I brought!" With a dramatic flourish of his arms after Buimon jumped down, he stepped aside and cleared his throat. "May I present Ichijouji Ken, the Ch-"
A blur passed him and Ken found himself pinned against a tree by a quivering arm, his eyes squeezed shut.
"-osen Child of Kindness?" Daisuke finished, bewildered.
Mimi, teeth bared and eyes ablaze with hatred, pressed an arm against Ken's throat, the other pinning him across his chest to the tree. "You did this!" she shrieked, slapping him with the arm she had held across his throat before switching both hands to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the cloth of his uniform and his skin. A quiet whimper fell from his lips and she ignored it purposefully.
Opening his eyes at the pain, he caught his breath, staring into the most gorgeous pair of brown-red eyes in the world. Wisps of pink hair framed a lovely face, the perfect lips curved back in a wolf-like baring of her white teeth. Dressed in a pink sweater and jeans, she was deadly perfection.
And he saw tears in her eyes.
"It's your fault!" she cried, pressing him against the tree, one of her fingernails snapping off at the dead nail and another cracking from the pressure. Still she kept him dangling at the tree, his body falling limp.
"Yo, Mimi-san, he's…on our side?" Miyako said, ending the sentence in an unsure question, a little unsettled by the desperation radiating from Mimi's body.
Her grip on Ken's shoulders loosened slowly and her eyebrows lowered in confusion, mouth forming an uneasy 'o' at Miyako's remark.
"It's okay, Mimi," Koushiro assured softly and she let go, backing off, anger returning to her face. Coldly, she turned her back and walked to the other side of the miniature playground. Rubbing his shoulders carefully, Ken pulled himself to his feet with Wormmon's anxious questioning. "I'm fine, Wormmon," he reassured his partner.
Hikari, from her darkened swing, cast a glance at the ground. I'm not sure if I am, she thought quietly, feeling the darkness pulsing in the back of her mind like an evil tumor with a mind of its own. Dizzily, she swayed in the swing, feeling the comforting light of her crest weaken.
And then it died.
The blackness snapped into place and she screamed inhumanly, clutching at her head, her eyes turning blank. All heads snapped in her direction and both Daisuke and Taichi cried out her name. Taichi knelt by her, placing a hand on her forehead as Daisuke grabbed her wrist, distantly remembering how to check for a pulse.
Nothing.
Hikari was dead.
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AN: WHOA!! Did I WRITE that??!! Well, she isn't going to stay 'dead,' so don't decide to stalk me…Kenmi now belongs to me! Kenmi being Ken x Mimi. I'm still embarrassed that I screwed up his name…*blushes*
Chan=a term for younger girls or lovers
Kun=for younger boys
San=term of respect for an older person
2-Descending
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===Author's Notes: Insanity rules supreme. No, but I wish. .; Hey, didja enjoy Chapter One? Probably not…oh, but happy day for moi! Not only is www.fanfiction.net getting many Daikari fics, but they're all GOOD fics! Also, if you entered my contest, PLEASE write a review or something stating the title. If you don't, I'll make the wild assumption that Yin's the only one to enter and thusly will win the contest. Everyone who entered wins, technically, though, so….last minute entries..get 'em in NOW. And I now return you to your regularly programmed fic. Ken! Ken! Cute as a widdle kid…cute as an older kid…cute as a teen…darn him! *fumes for no apparent reason at all* Oh, and to ya'll who reviewed chapter one, thanksies! Major thanksies to all of you! Also thanks to Pazoo and Athena who wisely informed me that Satoru was Ken's bro's name. I didn't know there was an on-line fiasco 'bout it, I thought Satoru was his name 'cause a magazine I had (PoJo's) had the 'new' season's characters' names and Satoru was listed as the 'evil human.' And Pazoo…THANK-YOU!!! Ken means 'Perfection!' Hoo-YEAH!! Also, thanks to Chibi-Usa, Jay, and Silver! Til later, ya people!===
2-DESCENDING
A loud, annoying chiming sound exploded into Koushiro's ears and he shot up with a loud "I didn't do it!" Blinking several times, he shook his head to clear the sleepiness and stumbled out of his bed and to the door. Still dressed in school uniform, he asked who was there in a muffled voice.
"Tachikawa Mimi. Koushiro-kun? That you?"
Flicking the chain-lock away and twisting the turn-lock, he pulled the door open. Somehow, even at three in the morning, Mimi managed to look beautiful and perfectly groomed. A light blush tinged his cheeks and he was grateful for the darkness in the house. "Wha' izzit?" he yawned, still rather tired. Bustling past him, Mimi grabbed his shoulder.
"Emergency! Koushiro, we need an immediate meeting!"
He blinked again. "Wha?"
The pink-haired girl rolled her eyes and smacked the side of his head lightly. "Hel-loooo, Einstein! Chosen Children! Meeting! E. MER. GEN. CY." When Koushiro retained his confused, dead-on-his-feet look, she bit off a frustrated scream and settled for pulling her hair.
Finally, her words broke through his haze and the efficient, no-nonsense Koushiro snapped into place. "Let me get a communications out to the guys," he said hurriedly, racing back to his room and setting up his computer and digi-vice. Tapping instructions in quickly, he wrote a simple message.
"There. Hopefully they'll hear their digi-vices beeping away."
Smiling happily at her friend, Mimi relaxed and sat down on the floor. In the pocket of her jeans, an insignificant rectangular piece of stone began glowing irregularly green.
*&*SINCERITY*&*
*__+__*
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
BEEP!!
Ken sat straight up, slamming his head into the ceiling. "OW!!" Falling back, hands wrapped around his eyes and head, he "oww"ed again, ignorant to Wormmon's pleas for him to get off. "Ken, you're *gasp* squishing me…please, Ken…yowch…"
BEEP!!
Moving off Wormmon, Ken peered at his beeping digi-vice and stifled an exhausted yawn. Avoiding the ladder to his bunk, he swung his legs over the edge of his bed and dropped effortlessly to the floor, landing like a cat on his feet. Knitting his dark eyebrows together in slight confusion, he scooped the offending piece of technology up and turned a lamp on.
EMERGENCY MEETING AT THE PARK.
EVERYONE HAS TO COME.
KOUSHIRO.
"Ken? Ken, what is it?" Wormmon's voice penetrated the shock blocking his normally whirring brain and the preteen looked up. "E-mail. The Chosen Children are meeting in the park." Wormmon seemed to consider this before smiling the best he could.
"Then we should go, shouldn't we, Ken?" he spoke carefully. Ken's blue eyes widened and he bit his lip anxiously, a gesture new to both. "What if they don't accept me?" he asked softly, reaching up for Wormmon to jump down. The green caterpillar Digimon did so, while saying, "You should go. You have a crest, a digi-vice, and me. You are a Chosen Child."
Pulling his Digimon into a gentle hug, Ken smiled. "All right. But I'm holding you responsible for how they react."
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Pacing quickly across the grass, Mimi had her chin resting on a fist, elbow settled on her hip. Lower lip curled outward, anger and fear streaked her auburn eyes as Koushiro watched. The original Chosen Children were already grouped, Yamato and Sora sharing a bench with an uncomfortable Jyou, Taichi and Hikari on the swings. Takeru was leaning against a tree, obviously waiting for someone.
Tensely, Mimi looked up when she heard a crackling noise, then relaxing as she saw Miyako and Iori emerge from the bushes, the latter holding Miyako's hand as she moved up to Takeru, who smiled brightly at the pretty glasses-wearing girl. Iori, in a very uncharacteristic movement, rolled his eyes and made a face.
Hikari, face pale, glanced around. "Where's Daisuke-cha-uh, kun?" she asked, cheeks turning red at her slip of the tongue. Taichi, who hadn't missed it, gave her a death glare that spoke volumes-the 'if-he-even-THINKS-he's-going-to-get-ANYwhere-with-MY-sister' look-and Hikari, unbelievably, squirmed in her seat, face even redder.
Mimi, resisting the urge to giggle, plopped to the soft ground, arms and pink hair out-flung. Staring up at the stars, she felt mist collecting in her eyes as she thought of how Palmon would have loved watching them. Sitting up, she plucked a piece of grass and slowly stripped it, strand from strand, as the soft murmur of conversation fell into the background.
"Hey, guys," Mimi raised her eyes. Daisuke stood there, Buimon in his arms, an unidentifiable figure behind him. "You'll never guess who I brought!" With a dramatic flourish of his arms after Buimon jumped down, he stepped aside and cleared his throat. "May I present Ichijouji Ken, the Ch-"
A blur passed him and Ken found himself pinned against a tree by a quivering arm, his eyes squeezed shut.
"-osen Child of Kindness?" Daisuke finished, bewildered.
Mimi, teeth bared and eyes ablaze with hatred, pressed an arm against Ken's throat, the other pinning him across his chest to the tree. "You did this!" she shrieked, slapping him with the arm she had held across his throat before switching both hands to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the cloth of his uniform and his skin. A quiet whimper fell from his lips and she ignored it purposefully.
Opening his eyes at the pain, he caught his breath, staring into the most gorgeous pair of brown-red eyes in the world. Wisps of pink hair framed a lovely face, the perfect lips curved back in a wolf-like baring of her white teeth. Dressed in a pink sweater and jeans, she was deadly perfection.
And he saw tears in her eyes.
"It's your fault!" she cried, pressing him against the tree, one of her fingernails snapping off at the dead nail and another cracking from the pressure. Still she kept him dangling at the tree, his body falling limp.
"Yo, Mimi-san, he's…on our side?" Miyako said, ending the sentence in an unsure question, a little unsettled by the desperation radiating from Mimi's body.
Her grip on Ken's shoulders loosened slowly and her eyebrows lowered in confusion, mouth forming an uneasy 'o' at Miyako's remark.
"It's okay, Mimi," Koushiro assured softly and she let go, backing off, anger returning to her face. Coldly, she turned her back and walked to the other side of the miniature playground. Rubbing his shoulders carefully, Ken pulled himself to his feet with Wormmon's anxious questioning. "I'm fine, Wormmon," he reassured his partner.
Hikari, from her darkened swing, cast a glance at the ground. I'm not sure if I am, she thought quietly, feeling the darkness pulsing in the back of her mind like an evil tumor with a mind of its own. Dizzily, she swayed in the swing, feeling the comforting light of her crest weaken.
And then it died.
The blackness snapped into place and she screamed inhumanly, clutching at her head, her eyes turning blank. All heads snapped in her direction and both Daisuke and Taichi cried out her name. Taichi knelt by her, placing a hand on her forehead as Daisuke grabbed her wrist, distantly remembering how to check for a pulse.
Nothing.
Hikari was dead.
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AN: WHOA!! Did I WRITE that??!! Well, she isn't going to stay 'dead,' so don't decide to stalk me…Kenmi now belongs to me! Kenmi being Ken x Mimi. I'm still embarrassed that I screwed up his name…*blushes*
Chan=a term for younger girls or lovers
Kun=for younger boys
San=term of respect for an older person