Bonjour, Hola, Bonjourno, and Hello to all! Welcome back to the wonderful life of the Digidestined in my story UNMERITED TORTURE.
This was, by far, the hardest chapter to write. It took a lot of research, so I must thank my cousin Nicolia for her fantastic help. I couldn't have done it without you!!
So sit back, relax and enjoy the show. (Don't you love that annoying movie cliché?)
Chapter 4
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Yolei knocked on Ken's door. Much to her surprise, a young woman of about nineteen answered.
"Hello, how may I help you?" she asked.
"Hi. I'm Yolei, is Ken here?"
"Ah Yolei. Ken has told me a little about you," she said. "I'm his Aunt, Akira Ichijouji. His parents were suddenly called to America so I'm staying here." Akira stepped aside for Yolei to pass.
"It's nice to meet you. Is Ken here?" she repeated the original question.
"I think my nephew's in his room, as usual; does he ever come out?"
"Probably only to eat." Yolei replied with a smile, continuing down the corridor. Ken's door was uncharacteristically open. She glanced around for him then noticed him standing over his balcony. She came up behind him quietly and stopped in the doorway, not wanting to disturb the somber atmosphere.
Not turning or acknowledging her presence otherwise, he began to speak.
"When I was little, Sam and I used to stand right here, on this balcony, and blow bubbles. Almost everyday, my brother would mix the solution for me and we'd come out here and blow and blow, each bubble bigger than the last. It was the only thing I did better than him.
And Sam was good at everything. People would constantly stop my mother on the street and sing his praises. Everyone loved my brother. He was a saint; he could do no wrong. And as Sam became perfect, I became invisible.
As all eight-year-old boys with impeccable brothers do, I became jealous. I loathed the fact that no matter what happened, Sam was flawless. I wished he would disappear; leave and never come back. I thought that then my parents would pay attention to me and I would get all the love I craved. And then... it happened."
"Have you ever blamed someone's death on yourself?" For once in her life, Yolei had no answer. She went and stood next to him by the railing.
"It's the worst feeling you could ever have. The guilt slowly eats away at your heart, until you finally crack. I hated myself. I hated life. I wished to the gods it would end, but it didn't.'
By this time, his voice was quivering with emotion.
I had wanted my brother gone, but now he was my small world fell apart. The next few weeks were hell. We went around like zombies, not eating, not sleeping- barely alive. Sam's death was unreal, set apart from our reality.
"It was at the funeral that it all sank in. when I saw my brother in that... that box it all finally clicked. Sam was dead. We were never going to laugh together, or do all the things brothers do. He was gone; never to return."
Yolei placed a hand on his shoulder. For a few minutes silence reigned. A single tear slipped down his cheek, glistening against his pale skin. He took a deep breath and continued.
"I was consumed by the darkness. I became the Digimon Emperor, a monster. I disregarded the feelings of the Digimon and treated Wormmon, my best friend, like dirt. All this I did to mask the hurt in my spirit. Then you came along."
He turned to Yolei, taking her hand in his. The look in his eyes was priceless; all his feelings shone through for her to see.
"You tore through the barriers and showed me the terrible person I had become. You changed my life, for the better."
He bent his head and kissed her with more passion than he ever had. He put his arms around her and drew her closer. After what seemed like an eternity, he broke the kiss.
"I love you, Miyako."
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That's it! I must thank my 'J.E Heartbreak' c.d for breaking my writer's block. Bye, everyone. Until next time!