my fourth one ^_^ This one is for the Pittsburgh Penguins, who won the
second game of the playoffs against the Washington Capitals 2-1. Go Pens!
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of the characters, so don't sue.
7 Years
~Hong Kong Suspect
Sora Takenouchi paced around the old, dingy cabin. She sighed,
remembering
the happier days. She sat down on an old, worn couch and caught a glimpse
of
herself in a mirror. She was hideous. She looked down and tears welled
up in
her eyes. That was why she had left him.....
It had been seven years since she had seen Yamato Ishida. They
had been
married. Up until the accident.
She remembered when they had bought the cabin. They were hiking
up the
mountain together when they stumbled across it. Sora fell in love with
it
at first site. "Oooo Matt! Think how wonderful it'll be when we touch
it up
a bit!" She told him. Matt had agreed, and it had become their new
place.
Only they would never get to use it.
They had been so happy together. He would stay home all day and
compose
music, and she would often stay home with him. Half his songs were
written
for her. She still heard him on the radio. She missed him so much.
But she
knew he could never love her the way she looked now.
*Flashback*
'Ah.. what a beautiful day,' Sora thought as she rode down the
street on
her husband's motorcycle. She drove up the mountain, home to her husband
after a long day. She closed her eyes and took in the fresh air around
her.
Big mistake. At that moment, a huge truck was winding around the corner.
Before she knew what hit her, BAM. She flew off the bike and into the
windshield, it breaking into a thousand pieces and flying into her
face. The
truck skidded to a stop and Sora become caught under the wheels. She
felt
her flesh tear from her chest and face. The pain was unreal.
*End Flashback*
Tears started to fall down Sora's face. They had only been married
a few
months, and bad things were already happening.
After being torn to bits, she awoke in the hospital. The doctors
told her
she had several broken ribs, a broken leg and arm, torn innards, the
skin on
her chest had to be replaced, and worst of all, her face. When she
looked
into the mirror, it was like looking at a different person. She was
repulsive. All the glass that had shattered in her face messed it up.
She
had made a mask for herself. It was white and covered her face completely.
She put it on and started to cry. This was what became of her life,
hiding
behind her mask.
After hearing of her condition in the hospital, she had begged
the doctors
to tell Yamato she was dead. He could never love her now. So, she had
nowhere to go. She had come here, this was where her best memories
were.
Just then, the door swung open and a gust of cold air shot through
the
room. Sora looked over and saw a man standing in the doorway, clutching
a
bottle of liquor. But it wasn't just any man, it was Yamato Ishida.
His eyes became wide and he took a few steps closer to her. "Who
the hell
are you?" he asked, his voice husky. From the liquor, no doubt. "N-No
one,"
Sora said in a shaky voice. It had been seven years since she had seen
him
last, to this day. He had changed so much...
"So what are you doing her?" he bellowed. "I-I'm sorry..." she
stammered.
"I was just looking for a place to stay the night. I'll leave." She
kept her
head down and walked past him, but he grabbed her arm.
'She seems so familiar... that voice...' he thought. He forced
her to look
at him. 'Those eyes...'
He couldn't believe it. His bottle of liquor dropped to the floor
and
broke. He just stared into her eyes. "Sora... Sora, is that you?" No,
this
couldn't be. He was drunk and seeing things again. Her eyes welled
up with
tears. She couldn't stand it any longer. "Yes.." she choked. Matt stared
in
disbelief. "You.. but the doctors told me you were dead.." Sora turned
away,
she couldn't face him. "I..." she couldn't even speak, this was just
too
much for her.
Suddenly she felt those familiar arms go around her waist. "Why
did you
leave me?" his voice pleaded. She turned around to face him and took
off her
mask. He looked wide-eyed. "Is this why you left me?" he asked, his
arms
still around her. She nodded and looked down. He had rejected her.
He started to cry. "Sora, why didn't you tell me? I've missed
you so much.
My career is waste, I spend my days sitting at home and my nights getting
drunk.."
"Look at me," she sobbed. "There are so many other girls you could
have
had, ones that look a thousand times better."
"Sora, do you really think I would have just left you?" he asked
as he held
her tighter.
"I didn't know what to think, I didn't want to put that kind of
burden on
you," she explained.
"Sora," he said "Please don't leave me, please come home with
me."
She couldn't fight the tears, and just started sobbing. "Matt..
how could I
have been so stupid?"
"Shh.." he comforted. "I love you, Sora, no matter what." He kissed
her. It
was like heaven to them both. They had missed each other so much.
"Yeah," she said as they parted for air. "Let's go home."
A/n: Ok, not the best ending, but at least I finished it. n.n I hope
you
liked it. PLEASE write a review, it takes about 30 seconds and it won't
kill
you.
~HKSuspect