Intro: I didn't want to write the next part about what's happening with Kari, just in case it got kind of repetitive. So, here's two other digidestined's story. The newspaper article is really stupid, but I couldn't think of anything else to put. Yolei's story is really rather stupid, but it was the only way. I'm not sure how long it would actually take to get from Seattle to Colorado. I just realized that the ages really don't match this fic and the actually show, but oh well. The ages are just all the same for the sake of simplicity. And yes, Wallace doesn't actually exist in the 02 storyline, but I stuck him in here anyway!
Across America
Chapter 5: Miyako & Daisuke
The girl flinched at the sound of pattering footsteps somewhere, echoing through the silent street. She had never been a very brave person…but no, that had all changed. She wasn't going to freak out just because someone was making loud running noises. Unfortunately, it would have been better in this case if she had simply given into fear and ran as fast as she could. The running sounds had gotten closer and closer, and they were right on her! There was one terrified shriek, which was suddenly cut off.
* * *
Two days later, this article was found in the Seattle Times.
Girl Gone Missing from busy Seattle
Friends in tears, can't understand it
A young girl of 16, Yolei Inoue, has disappeared since July 20. Friends report that she was on her way to a party, as she had called minutes before leaving. She never arrived, as far as anyone can tell. If anyone knows anything about the whereabouts of this girl, please contact Marie Hadges at (625) 387-4899. Yolei is: 5'6; light brown eyes with contacts; short purple hair. A picture follows this article.
A man in his 20's with dark hair and eyes sniggered after reading the article. "'Friends in tears' eh? Hahahhahaaa, never heard anything more ridiculous in my life!" He pounded on the table. "A girl like you wouldn't have any friends." The girl who had been sleeping, lying against it awoke with a start. Her light brown eyes flew open and she screamed…or at least tried to. She thrashed her purple-haired head in frustration. Her mouth was gagged. "Struggle all you want, girlie. You're ours,now." Two other men lounging in other parts of the room burst into laughter. Tears filled in the captive's eyes. She was trapped. And these filthy kidnappers knew it. "How does it feel to be truly stuck and helpless, INOUE?" He paused to study the shocked look on the girl's face. "Yes, you won't have remembered me, Yolei, or should I say, MIYAKO?" He got up and walked over to her, ripping off the gag.
Yolei gasped. "All right, who are you?? And how do you know me?"
"Haha, took me three years to track you down. Thought you'd be safe and snug in your home back in Odaiba, with that cursed family Mini Mart of yours. Oh no, you'd moved to America, just you!" It took Yolei a moment to realize that he was speaking in Japanese! "It was all your fault, you know that? You brought this on yourself!"
"What do you mean?! And why have you been stalking me?"
"Don't play dumb! There I was, broke and desperate, and you turned me away! Wouldn't let me work for your family in the mini mart! All I wanted was a job? And what did you say? 'Ew, no way! You're so horrible-looking!'" he mimicked in a high, little-girl's voice.
The girl turned red. "All right, so I was a stupid, blind little girl six years ago! Plus, you gave me the creeps!"
Her captor snorted. "It doesn't matter, anymore. I should give you the creeps, because I'm giving you two days to live. You see, I was given another chance to live as well. Two days after being refused by you, (where were your parents, anyway??) I did find a kind old man who took me in. Too bad I had to kill him." Yolei's eyes widened in horror. "If you can escape from being trapped in these two days, I'll leave you alone. Or else," he drew an imaginary line across his throat. Yolei gulped. "Starting from now," he glanced at the clock. "12:00 p.m. 48 hours from now is all you've got left. What are the chances of you escaping, with my 'friends' and I keeping tabs on you all the time? Pretty slim, but then again, so were mine. Let's go." He dragged a screaming Yolei from the room with help from his two thugs.
All this time, Yolei's mind was racing. This was insane! How could this guy hold a grudge against her after six years? He turned out to be okay, why does he want to kill me?? And how the hell am I suppose to escape like this, bound, in a party dress, not to mention guarded by these goons? Heck, how am I even going to use the bathroom?? Oh Kami-sama, help! They threw her into a small U-HAUL truck. One guy stayed with her, while the other two rode in front.
They drove. Yolei lost track of the hours. At first she couldn't stop quaking. But her thoughts turned to the night she'd been kidnapped. How she'd tried to be courageous and keep going without fear. That's right, I'm not the same girl I was six years ago. And certainly not the same Inoue Miyako that existed four years ago. I'm Yolei now. A considerate person who doesn't judge by looks. A person who doesn't get scared at the first sign of battle. A person who's gotten over her first love. I won't give in to them. I won't let them see me scared!
"Hahaha, 12 hours have passed already," the insane man said. "How time does fly when you're enjoying revenge." Yolei kept silent. The girl's eyes hardened slightly, though. She desperately need to go. She wasn't going to give those thugs the satisfaction of seeing her weak though. She'd hold it in surely. They won't get to me, because I won't let them!
* * *
When she woke up six hours later, her resolve broke. Meekly, she asked, "I need to…use the bathroom?"
The main guy snorted and nodded toward one of the other guys. "Make it snappy, Inoue."
Thankfully, they at least had the decency not to turn around. She still felt horribly embarrassed and ashamed of her weakness. Well, she wouldn't give them that satisfaction again! For the rest of the time, she held it in. By the second night, though, she was jittery. Were they really going to kill her? Please say this is some bad joke, she begged silently. When I wake up, I'll be home in Seattle, in Odaiba. Maybe the past four years has just been one big nightmare! The man turned to look at her.
"Bet you're regretting ever refusing me, eh? Bet you're wishing we wouldn't kill you too. No such luck for a spoiled brat like you! You're destined for the Underworld!"
In spite of herself, Yolei shivered. This was going too far. Slowly, she glanced at the clock inside the truck. 10 o'clock. Do I really have two hours to live? Nononononononononono!!! I'm too young to go! Somebody, help me!
Have you ever noticed, that when you really want something to come, time drags on for what seems like years. But, as Yolei was discovering, it was just the opposite when you were scared out of your wits and was dreading a two-hour deadline. Minutes ticked by like seconds. Hours ticked by like minutes. "Ieeeeeeeeeeeeee! It's not possible!" she shouted, her mind whirling from the impossibly fast clock.
One of the thugs mistook her meaning. "Oh, it's possible all right, pretty one. You're gonna die."
The main guy turned around. "It's time, Inoue." He grabbed her roughly by the arm, and another thug joined him. The third picked up a gun and loaded it, slowly and deliberately. Yolei screamed. There were voices somewhere outside. The men froze. "D*** it, what's someone doing out in the middle of nowhere!" he cursed. "All right, I guess they're just going to have to go too. Let's go." He led them outside.
Half of Yolei screamed inwardly for the people to flee for their lives, before they were innocently killed. The other half screamed for them to help her. In fact, she did scream. The main guy cursed again, and gave her a sharp slap. Dragging her bodily outside, he said loudly, "All right, who's out there? Show yourselves, or we kill the girl." Yolei kept silent, but she knew they would kill her either way. Slowly, a blond boy with blue eyes stepped out from behind some bushes. He appeared to be alone. "Where's your buddy, kid?"
The blond boy began speaking frantically in Japanese, saying that he didn't know English. Yolei's captor also began speaking in Japanese, ending with, "Gomen nasai, I have to kill you." There was a cracking sound, and a feeling of wind next to Yolei. Trembling, she shut her eyes and prayed…..but opened them in shock when her arm was released. The thug had slumped to the ground, eyes glazed over. "Gomen nasai, did that hurt?" a voice rang out mockingly. The other two took one look at their fallen boss, and the giant limb held by the blow-deliverer, and decided that it was time to hightail it. Dashing for the truck, they drove off in a cloud of dust. Yolei, still shaking, turned slowly to thank her savior.
With purplish-brown eyes and dark purple hair, the average-sized boy grinned impishly. "Hope they didn't rough you up much," he announced.
"Nicely done, Davis," commented the other boy. "Are you all right miss?" he asked gently. She nodded shakily. "Let's get her to the house and see what we can do for her." He took the gun from the thug and started dragging him along with him.
Yolei followed them through a bunch of woods to a small, but cozy, home. There was a sign that read, "SUMMER MEMORY." By now she had calmed down. "Say, you two live out here alone?"
Davis, who had been staring at her, looking puzzled throughout their trip when he thought she wasn't looking, answered, "Yeah, this is actually Wallace's old home. If you're wondering, Wallace's mom died a few years ago." Wallace looked at the ground and sighed. Davis's eyes turned cloudy, "I miss her. She was one of the nicest people I've ever met. She just took me in after-" he cut off suddenly, looking sorrowfully out into the distance. Yolei's skin prickled as she stared at him. Somehow…he almost looked like…he turned to face her, his cheerful face back on. "Anyway, we make a living by making sure no one trespasses on this nice spot of land without a good reason. The government wants this place free of outside influences."
Yolei nodded silently, although her suspicions rose considerably. Where had she seen that grin before? And that sorrowful face…somehow it didn't fit the purple-haired boy before her.
* * *
"Thanks," the purple-haired girl said after Wallace handed her a cup of apple cider.
Davis wondered briefly what the kidnapper (who at the moment, was trussed up in a corner of the house) wanted with this pretty girl. Well, of course, she was very pretty. That might have been reason enough. She had lavender-colored hair. It brought back memories to his mind, of a different girl with lavender hair. Of course, Miyako had had long hair, and she had worn glasses. Not to mention she didn't have pierced ears. Davis shook his head ruefully. Now was no time to reminisce, even if he didn't hurt over Hikari-chan anymore. I was blind and immature back then. And I certainly acted it, all the time. Even though I'm better now, I'm not ready to go back. Not yet. And it was mere coincidence that a Japanese girl with the same hair and eye color as a girl he knew once was here. But even so, he felt his mouth moving of its own volition, "What's your name?"
"Yolei," she replied, sounding tired. "Yolei Inoue."
"Do you…is there someone in your family called Miyako?"
This time it was Yolei's turn to stiffen in shock. "M-m-miyako? Well, yeah."
Wallace watched this exchange with narrowed eyes. "Say Davis, she does look like her, doesn't she? And it would make sense for her to be out in America, wouldn't it?"
Davis said nothing at first, just stared at the fidgeting girl in front of him. Sighing, he spoke, "Miyako? It's Motomiya Daisuke."
* * *
Wallace had driven the kidnapper off to the authorities, miles away. Yolei sighed and laid back on the couch. She had said she had wanted to take a nap, especially after Daisuke's confession. Thanks to the ticking of a loud clock in the background, she couldn't sleep. Oh why, why was this happening to her? First, she had been kidnapped, almost shot, and now she was faced with a person from the past she had left behind. Of course, I do understand that what I felt for Ken-kun was nothing but a passing crush, if I don't feel it anymore, but I felt like such a fool, she thought blankly. I do wonder what he looks like now…probably even cuter. She shut her eyes and pretended to sleep as Daisuke stood above her. "Miyako?"
She sighed and sat up. "Daisuke, it's Yolei now."
The tall boy grinned. "And it's Davis now for me." Yolei scooted over and motioned for him to sit next to her. "So…did you want to talk about it?"
"What's to talk about?" she said bitterly. "My life is screwed up. Isn't that enough?" She turned to face him. For a moment, she was taken aback by the innocent, grown-up face that met hers. Yes, Daisuke had certainly gotten very good looks. "You can't make me go back-"
"I don't want to," he answered. "If I did want to, I'd have to explain about myself too."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at each other. Yolei smiled gently. "You've really grown up, haven't you?"
"You too." He paused for a second, then said, "We're kind of alike, aren't we?"
"Yeah."
"Think it means something?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to stay here for a while?"
"Yeah."
Simultaneously, the two leaned on each other, recognizing the beginning of the time they would be together. They sat together and slowly slept, even as the clock ticked on.