And Everything I Have is Yours
A Digimon Fanfiction
By: JyoumimiLove
A/N: More Jyoumimi lovey-ness. Adorable, adorable, adorable. For Devilish Diva, because it was her idea to kill Hikari! Squee! This is going to start wrapping itself up....so hold on for the ride! Enjoy! Going to be rather long, so make sure you can tell where parts end and begin, or you'll get confused. r & r!
"Jyou," she'd say, snuggled close to me. I wish- I wish it could always be like this, but it isn't. In reality, I'm sitting around a campfire with blankets and Gomamon, watching the campfire. Sora is resting lightly beside me, her head propped up on Piyomon. Mimi is wrapped up near me, and Palmon too. Yamato has his arms around a shivering Taichi. I am wondering about those two....but it isn't my business. I hear a hiss from the bushes.
"Miyako?" The girl's purple hair is cropped short. I look at her in wonder, like I had never seen her before. She presses a finger to my lips.
"Go get Sora." I obey.
"Here." I hand the thin girl over to Miyako. She smiles.
"Follow me." She drags me before the camp fire. She props Sora up by me, and dumps a handful of coloured sand onto the fire. "Gypsymon has taught me much."
"What are you talking about?"
"You can't cure Sora. Gypsymon says she is not worthy. She is standing in the way of true love. She knows how the entirety of our lives will play out. I can show you- for a price."
"OK," I really wasn't thinking. But I wanted to see. I really did. "Let me know!" She turned her rusty eyes to me and cracked a grin. Chanting, she began:
"When Love has been removed, Courage and Friendship spark.
Misplaced Sincerity bounces between Knowlage and another, but belongs to Reliability.
Knolage finds love within Sincerity and Love together.
Had Light survived, she would have become with Hope.
Love would not be able to find solace in anyone. Love is always alone."
I stared at the flames as two faces swam into view.
***
"Come HERE, Hikari!" A blond girl with huge brown eyes laughes, running across a beige rug of an apartment. A man with short blonde hair chases her with a towel. The little girl hides behind her father's legs.
A tall brunette man, holding out a towel, envelopes the girl in a fluffy towel. She laughs and sticks her tounge out at the blond.
"Silly Daddy!" she giggles. The blond hands the brunette a little boy who looks identical to Taichi when he was young, except with bright blue eyes.
"How come she likes you so much?" The little boy hugs the brown-eyed man. He laughs.
"Because I'm their mother, Yamato!" His eyes are shining. Yamato moves close to him, cupping his heart-shaped face in his hands.
"Taichi..." the two kiss. Hikari and the boy make a face.
"They're doing it again, Tee-keeruu."
"HEE-HEEN!" The little boy jumps onto his sister, kissing her. She shoves him off.
"Don't! That's not normal!"
"KIDS!" Yamato chases Hikari around the apartment again. She has again dropped her towel.
***
"Wow...Yamato and Taichi are going to hook up? Why is the boy named Takeru?"
"Because Takeru commited suicide as soon as we came back and told him that Hikari was dead."
"Show me you and Koushiro next. You can do that, right?"
"Yes. Now watch again."
I stare again into the flames as a new scene forms.
***
A baby clings to Miyako's shoulder. A teenage girl, red-haired and rusty-eyed, is trailing after her, whining,
"Momma.... I want to go out with TAKERU!!!! NOWW!!!" Miyako sighes, turning to her daughter.
"Tsuna, if I have to tell you again, I don't want you going out with him tonight. You are watching Toroku tonight, and that's that."
"Whatever! I'll take stupid Toroku!" She grabs a little red-haired boy by the wrist. His large black eyes widen. "C'mon, stupid-head." The door slams as the 16-year-old drags her 6 year old brother out of the door. Miyako groans at the little baby in her arms.
"Shinseii...promise me you'll never be like that."
The little infant with purple fuzz blinks at her mother and grab's Miyako's hair. She sighs again, and follows her daughter out to the Jetta.
***
A truck slams into the side of a red Jetta. The next scene is a funeral, four coffins side-by-side. Koushiro wipes his eyes.
***
"Oh my god...Miyako...I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. Fate can not be changed. I assume you want to see yourself.
"Well...yes..."
"Then watch."
***
"Jyou, can you help me with this?"
"Sure, Mimi." I help my wife into a new skirt. She smiles, holding onto my shoulder, spinning around in front of the mirror.
"Do I look okay?" The skirt hides the bulge in her stomach. I smile.
"You look beautiful." She smiles, and kisses him. "I can't believe we're finally going to have a baby!"
"I thought I couldn't."
"But this changes everything." I rub her stomach. There'a a knock on the door.
"I'll get it, Jyou, if you'll check in the bathroom for my purse."
"Sure."
Mimi walks to the door, smiling in serenity. She opens it, to see Koushiro. He is soaked from the rain. She smiles brightly. "Come on in, Koushiro! I'm so sorry about Miyako, I love her so much."
Koushiro pulls a gun. Mimi's brown eyes go wide.
"Kou-Koushiro! What are you doing?" A gunshot rips across my reality. I run from the bathroom, see Mimi and Koushiro there.
I scream.
***
"Oh my god..." I moan. She stands up, joining the shadows at the edge of our circle of exaustion and love.
"I need my pay."
"What do you want?" She looks at Sora.
"I'm going to help fate along." She strokes Sora's forehead and Sora melts away into bits of data. She blows away on the slight puff of win that blows Miyako's hair around her face. "Nothing we have said tonight will be spoken about, ever. Do you understand? Not to Koushiro, or anyone."
I nod.
I watch Sora's ashes, so to speak, float away up into the night sky, and I feel myself cry. This isn't the way it is supposed to be, I think. I didn't want to know what was going to happen. I watch Miyako take Sora's place. She falls into a light sleep. I bury my face in my hands, thinking about what I had just done.
***
Epilouge- 20 years in the future
Told in 3rd person
***
Taichi and Yamato did end up living together. Their children, named Hikari and Takeru, are now thirteen and ten.
Koushiro short himself after he came to Mimi and Jyou's door.
And Mimi and Jyou? They're married and have a little boy, named Koushiro, and a little girl named Sora. Sora looks mysteriously like the woman she was named for. Koushiro looks like Jyou, glasses and all.
While visiting their friend's graves, Mimi placed a poem onto Sora's grave, talking about their children and lives. She wants to share with Sora everything that is hers. Jyou knows this and respects his wife's choices.
Shin (Jim) and Jun do not have any children. Shin quit his job as a doctor and was the minister for all of the funerals of Chosen mentioned in this book. At Sora's funeral, he read aloud another poem Taichi and Yamato, Mimi and Jyou had written.
The last line reads:
"And this is why everything I have is also yours."
***
***owari***
A Digimon Fanfiction
By: JyoumimiLove
A/N: More Jyoumimi lovey-ness. Adorable, adorable, adorable. For Devilish Diva, because it was her idea to kill Hikari! Squee! This is going to start wrapping itself up....so hold on for the ride! Enjoy! Going to be rather long, so make sure you can tell where parts end and begin, or you'll get confused. r & r!
"Jyou," she'd say, snuggled close to me. I wish- I wish it could always be like this, but it isn't. In reality, I'm sitting around a campfire with blankets and Gomamon, watching the campfire. Sora is resting lightly beside me, her head propped up on Piyomon. Mimi is wrapped up near me, and Palmon too. Yamato has his arms around a shivering Taichi. I am wondering about those two....but it isn't my business. I hear a hiss from the bushes.
"Miyako?" The girl's purple hair is cropped short. I look at her in wonder, like I had never seen her before. She presses a finger to my lips.
"Go get Sora." I obey.
"Here." I hand the thin girl over to Miyako. She smiles.
"Follow me." She drags me before the camp fire. She props Sora up by me, and dumps a handful of coloured sand onto the fire. "Gypsymon has taught me much."
"What are you talking about?"
"You can't cure Sora. Gypsymon says she is not worthy. She is standing in the way of true love. She knows how the entirety of our lives will play out. I can show you- for a price."
"OK," I really wasn't thinking. But I wanted to see. I really did. "Let me know!" She turned her rusty eyes to me and cracked a grin. Chanting, she began:
"When Love has been removed, Courage and Friendship spark.
Misplaced Sincerity bounces between Knowlage and another, but belongs to Reliability.
Knolage finds love within Sincerity and Love together.
Had Light survived, she would have become with Hope.
Love would not be able to find solace in anyone. Love is always alone."
I stared at the flames as two faces swam into view.
***
"Come HERE, Hikari!" A blond girl with huge brown eyes laughes, running across a beige rug of an apartment. A man with short blonde hair chases her with a towel. The little girl hides behind her father's legs.
A tall brunette man, holding out a towel, envelopes the girl in a fluffy towel. She laughs and sticks her tounge out at the blond.
"Silly Daddy!" she giggles. The blond hands the brunette a little boy who looks identical to Taichi when he was young, except with bright blue eyes.
"How come she likes you so much?" The little boy hugs the brown-eyed man. He laughs.
"Because I'm their mother, Yamato!" His eyes are shining. Yamato moves close to him, cupping his heart-shaped face in his hands.
"Taichi..." the two kiss. Hikari and the boy make a face.
"They're doing it again, Tee-keeruu."
"HEE-HEEN!" The little boy jumps onto his sister, kissing her. She shoves him off.
"Don't! That's not normal!"
"KIDS!" Yamato chases Hikari around the apartment again. She has again dropped her towel.
***
"Wow...Yamato and Taichi are going to hook up? Why is the boy named Takeru?"
"Because Takeru commited suicide as soon as we came back and told him that Hikari was dead."
"Show me you and Koushiro next. You can do that, right?"
"Yes. Now watch again."
I stare again into the flames as a new scene forms.
***
A baby clings to Miyako's shoulder. A teenage girl, red-haired and rusty-eyed, is trailing after her, whining,
"Momma.... I want to go out with TAKERU!!!! NOWW!!!" Miyako sighes, turning to her daughter.
"Tsuna, if I have to tell you again, I don't want you going out with him tonight. You are watching Toroku tonight, and that's that."
"Whatever! I'll take stupid Toroku!" She grabs a little red-haired boy by the wrist. His large black eyes widen. "C'mon, stupid-head." The door slams as the 16-year-old drags her 6 year old brother out of the door. Miyako groans at the little baby in her arms.
"Shinseii...promise me you'll never be like that."
The little infant with purple fuzz blinks at her mother and grab's Miyako's hair. She sighs again, and follows her daughter out to the Jetta.
***
A truck slams into the side of a red Jetta. The next scene is a funeral, four coffins side-by-side. Koushiro wipes his eyes.
***
"Oh my god...Miyako...I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. Fate can not be changed. I assume you want to see yourself.
"Well...yes..."
"Then watch."
***
"Jyou, can you help me with this?"
"Sure, Mimi." I help my wife into a new skirt. She smiles, holding onto my shoulder, spinning around in front of the mirror.
"Do I look okay?" The skirt hides the bulge in her stomach. I smile.
"You look beautiful." She smiles, and kisses him. "I can't believe we're finally going to have a baby!"
"I thought I couldn't."
"But this changes everything." I rub her stomach. There'a a knock on the door.
"I'll get it, Jyou, if you'll check in the bathroom for my purse."
"Sure."
Mimi walks to the door, smiling in serenity. She opens it, to see Koushiro. He is soaked from the rain. She smiles brightly. "Come on in, Koushiro! I'm so sorry about Miyako, I love her so much."
Koushiro pulls a gun. Mimi's brown eyes go wide.
"Kou-Koushiro! What are you doing?" A gunshot rips across my reality. I run from the bathroom, see Mimi and Koushiro there.
I scream.
***
"Oh my god..." I moan. She stands up, joining the shadows at the edge of our circle of exaustion and love.
"I need my pay."
"What do you want?" She looks at Sora.
"I'm going to help fate along." She strokes Sora's forehead and Sora melts away into bits of data. She blows away on the slight puff of win that blows Miyako's hair around her face. "Nothing we have said tonight will be spoken about, ever. Do you understand? Not to Koushiro, or anyone."
I nod.
I watch Sora's ashes, so to speak, float away up into the night sky, and I feel myself cry. This isn't the way it is supposed to be, I think. I didn't want to know what was going to happen. I watch Miyako take Sora's place. She falls into a light sleep. I bury my face in my hands, thinking about what I had just done.
***
Epilouge- 20 years in the future
Told in 3rd person
***
Taichi and Yamato did end up living together. Their children, named Hikari and Takeru, are now thirteen and ten.
Koushiro short himself after he came to Mimi and Jyou's door.
And Mimi and Jyou? They're married and have a little boy, named Koushiro, and a little girl named Sora. Sora looks mysteriously like the woman she was named for. Koushiro looks like Jyou, glasses and all.
While visiting their friend's graves, Mimi placed a poem onto Sora's grave, talking about their children and lives. She wants to share with Sora everything that is hers. Jyou knows this and respects his wife's choices.
Shin (Jim) and Jun do not have any children. Shin quit his job as a doctor and was the minister for all of the funerals of Chosen mentioned in this book. At Sora's funeral, he read aloud another poem Taichi and Yamato, Mimi and Jyou had written.
The last line reads:
"And this is why everything I have is also yours."
***
***owari***
