1.1 Magedark- Look, I'm sorry I didn't upload as soon as I'd liked, but I
had to work on MY STUPID SCIENCE FAIR PROJECT. I have to finish it up, and
then I have algebra homework, science homework, a TON of English homework
(part of it being a project that's due next week. -_-;) and test
corrections. I hate algebra. I failed the last test, but we won't go into
that. And oh, I don't care if you flame me. All flames go to fuel a huge
bonfire. in it is a bunch of Nelvana stuff.
*Disclaimer- I don't and never did own Digimon. Must we go through this again? Sue me and you'll make an one-time performance in a Japanese sushi bar. as the main course*
1.1.1.1 A Change of Light
1.2 Hikari's POV
Oh God. that ocean again. What kind of lighthouse shines pure darkness? Those creatures. what do they want with me? I can't. I can't get away. Somebody help-
I wake up in a cold sweat. That dream.I check the clock and swear. I'm late. My stomach not so subtly reminds me that I haven't had dinner. Oh well, skip breakfast; I'm late as it is. I shower quickly, letting the cold water wash over me. I dress quickly and run out the door. I haven't been this late in years.
Once out of the apartment, I drift dreamily until the point in which I walk into the classroom. I open the door and laconically walk in. I feel strange, like this isn't me. Am I going to wake up soon? I sure hope so.
"Ah, Miss Yagami. Care to grace us with your presence?" says the teacher sarcastically. Ah yes I am really late.
"No matter. Class, as a result of Yagami's tardiness, please turn to." the teacher announces amid groans. I believe my popularity has suddenly taken a nosedive. Who cares? Why am I feeling so much apathy? What is going on with me?
I go through the motions of my classes, taking special pains to be extremely late, and finally I come to my last class for today. Algebra, I think. I haven't done the homework. I sit there, daydreaming wearily, for the teacher's voice grinds onto my nerves. I should be taking notes, but I doodle on the nice white paper. I can always copy from someone else. As I draw a very nice picture of the school blowing up to tiny, itsy bitsy little pieces, I chance a look at the floor.
What the hell? The floor. it's not there anymore. Oh no. it's that ocean. nobody is seeing this but me. Oh God, I'm disappearing too! Somebody? Please, please help me.
And then I wake up in Takeru's arms.
"Yagami, you seem to have fainted," says the teacher crossly. "Takaishi here will take you to the nurse's."
We walk out into the hallway- or rather, Takeru walks, and he half supports me. We walk quietly for a while, and then I turn to him. "Takeru, I'll be all right. I can go to the nurse by myself. I'll be fine. Trust me."
He looks cautious. "If you say so." He puts me down gently, and starts back toward the classroom, but then turns around. "Kari, I'm-"
I run back to him. "Ssh, it's all right," I soothe. "I'm sorry, too." I hug him, and he blushes. We separate and go our different ways. As soon as I'm sure I'm out of Takeru's sight, I head not for the nurse's, but I leave the school. It's the final class anyway, and if I'd gone to the nurse, I'd stay there for the rest of the class period. It's no big deal.
I walk back home, almost skipping. I know my mother will not be home today until late. My father is again working late on how to create a tower of toothpicks. Taichi is in detention; he will be for the rest of the month. I believe he threw water balloons onto some girls from the second story window of his school. Filled with a special blend of paint, super glue, and water. Sora Takenouchi was one of them; her hair is now a wad of orangey straw. I laugh silently at the mental picture. She was so mad at Taichi. My brother is mistaken; I don't think that showing that you love a girl is expressed through teasing and playing tricks on the poor girl. Of course Sora is not a "poor girl". I believe she really should make up her mind about who she's really in love with. Or maybe that is what she wants- two so-called "cute bishounen" that will obey her every whim.
I turn on the TV, half listening to the news. "The boy genius, Ken Ichijouji is still missing. He disappeared from his home a few weeks ago, and the police urge anyone who know of his whereabouts to contact them." Some old footage of Ken is shown. He is beating all the contenders in chess, solving calculus problems, and kicking a soccer ball to win the championship game.
2 Ha. If only they knew. I know where Ken Ichijouji is. Of course they won't believe it. How can you explain a world that doesn't exist except in data, a world in which to enter, you MUST become a series of binary code, a row of ones and zeros? How can you say, "Ma'am, Sir, I hate to say this, but your son is a sadistic kid that is bent on ruling a world that doesn't exist, but it does." They'd probably stick me in a straitjacket.
The camera cuts to a sobbing Mr. and Mrs. Ichijouji. "Please, if anyone knows where our son is, call the police." They give a number- it goes in one ear and out the other. Big deal. I've heard this a hundred times already. I turn off the TV and go into Taichi's and my room. I turn on the computer on an impulse. I know that now the others are in the digital world fighting Ken, the Digimon Emperor. I feel that wind again. It gives me a confidence I only find deep within myself. On yet another impulse, I hold my digivice up to the computer screen. "Digiport open!" I command the computer. Surprisingly, it complies. Koushiro will be sooo envious, I thought as I entered the digital world.
I arrive in the digital world. If I remember correctly, this is where it all began for seven frightened kids with one strange fate. I was the eighth, a naïve child, and the epitome of light. But why does the darkness cal to me, the bearer of light? What is it that the darkness finds so tempting within me, that it defies all common sense? I wander around aimlessly, just enjoying the wonderful peace and quiet that is rarely found now. So happy am I in reminiscing old memories that I inadvertently walk onto a battlefield.
Magedark- Gee, I'm getting good at leaving off at cliffhangers, no? I'd like to have some feedback, so review please! My confidence levels go off the chart if I get feedback, so I might post things a bit ahead of schedule. Otherwise, I'll post weekly. Konnana! Heh. I've now memorized a couple lines from CCS DVD #1 now. I love singing the opening song. especially since it pisses off my little brother. Nani? You don't think it's nice to torture annoying 11-year-old brothers? Who cares? Konnana again.
Oh. I tend to go off into Japanese sometimes. just a couple of words. my vocabulary is rather pitiful. However, I speak French. tolerably. Look for me writing some CCS fluff in the future as a result. S+S is so cute, no?
Nani- what
Konnana- Kero-chan speaks Osaka-ben, since as he says the book's been in Osaka for several years, so he's caught the accent. Therefore, 'konnana' is the Osaka dialect equivalent of 'konbanwa'. (Did I spell that right?)
Osaka-ben- basically Osaka dialect. What Kero-chan speaks.
*Disclaimer- I don't and never did own Digimon. Must we go through this again? Sue me and you'll make an one-time performance in a Japanese sushi bar. as the main course*
1.1.1.1 A Change of Light
1.2 Hikari's POV
Oh God. that ocean again. What kind of lighthouse shines pure darkness? Those creatures. what do they want with me? I can't. I can't get away. Somebody help-
I wake up in a cold sweat. That dream.I check the clock and swear. I'm late. My stomach not so subtly reminds me that I haven't had dinner. Oh well, skip breakfast; I'm late as it is. I shower quickly, letting the cold water wash over me. I dress quickly and run out the door. I haven't been this late in years.
Once out of the apartment, I drift dreamily until the point in which I walk into the classroom. I open the door and laconically walk in. I feel strange, like this isn't me. Am I going to wake up soon? I sure hope so.
"Ah, Miss Yagami. Care to grace us with your presence?" says the teacher sarcastically. Ah yes I am really late.
"No matter. Class, as a result of Yagami's tardiness, please turn to." the teacher announces amid groans. I believe my popularity has suddenly taken a nosedive. Who cares? Why am I feeling so much apathy? What is going on with me?
I go through the motions of my classes, taking special pains to be extremely late, and finally I come to my last class for today. Algebra, I think. I haven't done the homework. I sit there, daydreaming wearily, for the teacher's voice grinds onto my nerves. I should be taking notes, but I doodle on the nice white paper. I can always copy from someone else. As I draw a very nice picture of the school blowing up to tiny, itsy bitsy little pieces, I chance a look at the floor.
What the hell? The floor. it's not there anymore. Oh no. it's that ocean. nobody is seeing this but me. Oh God, I'm disappearing too! Somebody? Please, please help me.
And then I wake up in Takeru's arms.
"Yagami, you seem to have fainted," says the teacher crossly. "Takaishi here will take you to the nurse's."
We walk out into the hallway- or rather, Takeru walks, and he half supports me. We walk quietly for a while, and then I turn to him. "Takeru, I'll be all right. I can go to the nurse by myself. I'll be fine. Trust me."
He looks cautious. "If you say so." He puts me down gently, and starts back toward the classroom, but then turns around. "Kari, I'm-"
I run back to him. "Ssh, it's all right," I soothe. "I'm sorry, too." I hug him, and he blushes. We separate and go our different ways. As soon as I'm sure I'm out of Takeru's sight, I head not for the nurse's, but I leave the school. It's the final class anyway, and if I'd gone to the nurse, I'd stay there for the rest of the class period. It's no big deal.
I walk back home, almost skipping. I know my mother will not be home today until late. My father is again working late on how to create a tower of toothpicks. Taichi is in detention; he will be for the rest of the month. I believe he threw water balloons onto some girls from the second story window of his school. Filled with a special blend of paint, super glue, and water. Sora Takenouchi was one of them; her hair is now a wad of orangey straw. I laugh silently at the mental picture. She was so mad at Taichi. My brother is mistaken; I don't think that showing that you love a girl is expressed through teasing and playing tricks on the poor girl. Of course Sora is not a "poor girl". I believe she really should make up her mind about who she's really in love with. Or maybe that is what she wants- two so-called "cute bishounen" that will obey her every whim.
I turn on the TV, half listening to the news. "The boy genius, Ken Ichijouji is still missing. He disappeared from his home a few weeks ago, and the police urge anyone who know of his whereabouts to contact them." Some old footage of Ken is shown. He is beating all the contenders in chess, solving calculus problems, and kicking a soccer ball to win the championship game.
2 Ha. If only they knew. I know where Ken Ichijouji is. Of course they won't believe it. How can you explain a world that doesn't exist except in data, a world in which to enter, you MUST become a series of binary code, a row of ones and zeros? How can you say, "Ma'am, Sir, I hate to say this, but your son is a sadistic kid that is bent on ruling a world that doesn't exist, but it does." They'd probably stick me in a straitjacket.
The camera cuts to a sobbing Mr. and Mrs. Ichijouji. "Please, if anyone knows where our son is, call the police." They give a number- it goes in one ear and out the other. Big deal. I've heard this a hundred times already. I turn off the TV and go into Taichi's and my room. I turn on the computer on an impulse. I know that now the others are in the digital world fighting Ken, the Digimon Emperor. I feel that wind again. It gives me a confidence I only find deep within myself. On yet another impulse, I hold my digivice up to the computer screen. "Digiport open!" I command the computer. Surprisingly, it complies. Koushiro will be sooo envious, I thought as I entered the digital world.
I arrive in the digital world. If I remember correctly, this is where it all began for seven frightened kids with one strange fate. I was the eighth, a naïve child, and the epitome of light. But why does the darkness cal to me, the bearer of light? What is it that the darkness finds so tempting within me, that it defies all common sense? I wander around aimlessly, just enjoying the wonderful peace and quiet that is rarely found now. So happy am I in reminiscing old memories that I inadvertently walk onto a battlefield.
Magedark- Gee, I'm getting good at leaving off at cliffhangers, no? I'd like to have some feedback, so review please! My confidence levels go off the chart if I get feedback, so I might post things a bit ahead of schedule. Otherwise, I'll post weekly. Konnana! Heh. I've now memorized a couple lines from CCS DVD #1 now. I love singing the opening song. especially since it pisses off my little brother. Nani? You don't think it's nice to torture annoying 11-year-old brothers? Who cares? Konnana again.
Oh. I tend to go off into Japanese sometimes. just a couple of words. my vocabulary is rather pitiful. However, I speak French. tolerably. Look for me writing some CCS fluff in the future as a result. S+S is so cute, no?
Nani- what
Konnana- Kero-chan speaks Osaka-ben, since as he says the book's been in Osaka for several years, so he's caught the accent. Therefore, 'konnana' is the Osaka dialect equivalent of 'konbanwa'. (Did I spell that right?)
Osaka-ben- basically Osaka dialect. What Kero-chan speaks.
