Author's note
Okay, this is AkemiAngst. This is my first Fanfiction so if you review, and I would really appreciate it if you did, No flames. This story is rated PG-13 because of its dark themes. Ken and Miyako are 17, TK, Kari and Davis are 16, Cody is 12 and figure the rest out yourselves. I hope you enjoy this. This story is a Kenyako! It has a pinch of Takari, Taiora and Jyomi. Sorry if you don't like those couples. If you can't stand them don't read the story. Speaking of the story, let's get down to it!
Disclaimer: I Do not Own Digimon. Sorry. What else can I say. If you are reading this and you do own it, as much as I doubt that happening, please do not sue me for borrowing.
1st Understanding
"Mama, Daddy you can't! Don't leave me here! I'll do it again if you do! I can't stay here ! you are my family! Don't you care? Let me come home!" The 3 women and 2 men ( her 2 sisters, mother, father and brother) to whom she had spoken flinched. The girl cried as she turned to her 'friends' "Kari, TK, Davis, Cody. I know I was a little crazy sometimes and my emotion and energy and mouth get carried away but you think I deserve this, this hell?!" silence. The long hair shook with the thin frame of its owner, tears and sweat of anger, rage and horrible, unbearable sadness. At them? At herself? No one knew. But the screaming fell down to a hoarse frightened half whisper. "Was I a bad friend? You , don't want me around? I'll leave you alone. Please?" Kari, short for Hikari Yagami, looked weak . She was being supported by TK, Takeru Takaishi, and Davis, Daisuke Motomiya, though they themselves did not look much stronger. Cody, Iori Hida, hid almost completely behind the three older friends. None of them could, would meet the eyes of their hurt friend who was lashing out at them.
"And YOU!" her voice rose again and she succeeded in catching his eye for a second, as everyone looked up in shock at the sudden rise in volume, before he looked away in a swish of ebony hair. "You don't understand? You don't care that I'm in an insane asylum?! Of everyone I know I thought that you would understand me, understand how my emotions could take control of me, my bad emotions, understand!" the last word was sobbed and sounded more like a plea. For about a minute everyone was silent as she cried, fallen to her knees in anguish. But soon the girl collected her self and stood, albeit on shaking feet and weak legs. Her next words were harsh, cutting and tearing as she looked where his face was, though it was concealed from her, he wouldn't look her in the eye. She spoke in not a scream but a firm loud voice of controlled anger.
" Ken Ichijouji you were a monster!" the boy started and a tear slipped down his pale face. "I forgave you." She continued, not noticing him. "I understood that your feelings were too much. I accepted you and believed after a short time that you had truly changed. I accepted the true Ken, the kind Ken. And I loved you..." Her voice had fallen, sad, she was, and nostalgic. Then as it dawned on not only her but everyone, what she had just said she took a sharp breath and met his gaze as he looked at her in amazement.
Miyako Inoue wiped her eyes of tears. It was now she who looked away from him. she did not yell but her words burned him. "I was wrong. You don't care that I'm here. You want me here. You don't understand. Maybe I was wrong before. I've been wrong a lot. Maybe, you are a monster." At these words the room was silent.
Ken backed away. He sought and captured her eyes. pain. "Miyako... I" he made a small noise like a tortured animal. Then he turned his and ran.
Miyako looked down. When she looked back up she was crying noiselessly. "I can get better but I need to be home. Please."
Her friends an family looked at each other. Finally, Kari stepped forward and sighed. "Try to understand Miyako. You aren't well. You need to be taken care of. We all care for you and want you to be safe and healthy. Maybe Ken does understand, but in a different way than you. Maybe someone should have done something like this for him. We do love you Miyako. You're our friend. Sorry." After countless more minutes of awkward silence they said their good-byes and reassurances as she stared ahead silently. As the sound of their feet in the quiet hallway faded from her ears she remembered.
Flashback~~~~~
The pill. So much pain. How could she continue to stand under this much pain. Life seemed stretched ahead like a horrible desert. She hated it. Life, herself everything. She hated being the annoying loudmouth of the group. TK had hope, friendliness, and looks. Davis was obnoxious but enduring and endearing a great friend. Cody was smart, mature, and loving in a pure trust based way. Ken, Ken had everything. He lost some genius to rejecting his darkness but he was still so smart. He was handsome, and athletic ...Hikari, everyone loved Hikari. Hikari was pretty, calm, so nice, so gentle, so perfect. If Miyako was none of those things didn't that, by default mean that no one loved her, at least not the way they did Hikari. And For a second she almost forgot what she was doing. But she remembered. To her it was worse that they would miss her, all her loved ones would be sad over her. "Why" she asked herself. And she had doubts, but they were weak and held down. She swallowed the bottle then a few more for good measure. Overdosed. It seemed like such a good answer to the pain. The pain grew as the drugs poisoned her. She lost consciousness. She lived. Her mother found her before she had died completely. But it was close."
~~~~~~
She half couldn't believe that it had happened. Was she sorry? Would she do it again if she could go back. Did she still want to die? Did she have any reason to live? Would she try again as she had threatened. Her brain grew muddled.
Miyako lay in her in her bare white room that night and thought of him. His long black almost chin length hair, his beautiful dark blue eyes his thin but strong frame. One image resurfaced again and again. The whipping of his hair, the sudden weak look in his body, and the horrified wounded look in his eyes after she called him a monster. Oh Miyako she thought remorsefully You did it again. You got carried away. He will really never love you now. Ken probably hates me. I can't ever be loved back like I am in love, not now, not ever And with much self pity Miyako Inoue cried herself into a fitful sleep.
To be continued...
Okay, this is AkemiAngst. This is my first Fanfiction so if you review, and I would really appreciate it if you did, No flames. This story is rated PG-13 because of its dark themes. Ken and Miyako are 17, TK, Kari and Davis are 16, Cody is 12 and figure the rest out yourselves. I hope you enjoy this. This story is a Kenyako! It has a pinch of Takari, Taiora and Jyomi. Sorry if you don't like those couples. If you can't stand them don't read the story. Speaking of the story, let's get down to it!
Disclaimer: I Do not Own Digimon. Sorry. What else can I say. If you are reading this and you do own it, as much as I doubt that happening, please do not sue me for borrowing.
1st Understanding
"Mama, Daddy you can't! Don't leave me here! I'll do it again if you do! I can't stay here ! you are my family! Don't you care? Let me come home!" The 3 women and 2 men ( her 2 sisters, mother, father and brother) to whom she had spoken flinched. The girl cried as she turned to her 'friends' "Kari, TK, Davis, Cody. I know I was a little crazy sometimes and my emotion and energy and mouth get carried away but you think I deserve this, this hell?!" silence. The long hair shook with the thin frame of its owner, tears and sweat of anger, rage and horrible, unbearable sadness. At them? At herself? No one knew. But the screaming fell down to a hoarse frightened half whisper. "Was I a bad friend? You , don't want me around? I'll leave you alone. Please?" Kari, short for Hikari Yagami, looked weak . She was being supported by TK, Takeru Takaishi, and Davis, Daisuke Motomiya, though they themselves did not look much stronger. Cody, Iori Hida, hid almost completely behind the three older friends. None of them could, would meet the eyes of their hurt friend who was lashing out at them.
"And YOU!" her voice rose again and she succeeded in catching his eye for a second, as everyone looked up in shock at the sudden rise in volume, before he looked away in a swish of ebony hair. "You don't understand? You don't care that I'm in an insane asylum?! Of everyone I know I thought that you would understand me, understand how my emotions could take control of me, my bad emotions, understand!" the last word was sobbed and sounded more like a plea. For about a minute everyone was silent as she cried, fallen to her knees in anguish. But soon the girl collected her self and stood, albeit on shaking feet and weak legs. Her next words were harsh, cutting and tearing as she looked where his face was, though it was concealed from her, he wouldn't look her in the eye. She spoke in not a scream but a firm loud voice of controlled anger.
" Ken Ichijouji you were a monster!" the boy started and a tear slipped down his pale face. "I forgave you." She continued, not noticing him. "I understood that your feelings were too much. I accepted you and believed after a short time that you had truly changed. I accepted the true Ken, the kind Ken. And I loved you..." Her voice had fallen, sad, she was, and nostalgic. Then as it dawned on not only her but everyone, what she had just said she took a sharp breath and met his gaze as he looked at her in amazement.
Miyako Inoue wiped her eyes of tears. It was now she who looked away from him. she did not yell but her words burned him. "I was wrong. You don't care that I'm here. You want me here. You don't understand. Maybe I was wrong before. I've been wrong a lot. Maybe, you are a monster." At these words the room was silent.
Ken backed away. He sought and captured her eyes. pain. "Miyako... I" he made a small noise like a tortured animal. Then he turned his and ran.
Miyako looked down. When she looked back up she was crying noiselessly. "I can get better but I need to be home. Please."
Her friends an family looked at each other. Finally, Kari stepped forward and sighed. "Try to understand Miyako. You aren't well. You need to be taken care of. We all care for you and want you to be safe and healthy. Maybe Ken does understand, but in a different way than you. Maybe someone should have done something like this for him. We do love you Miyako. You're our friend. Sorry." After countless more minutes of awkward silence they said their good-byes and reassurances as she stared ahead silently. As the sound of their feet in the quiet hallway faded from her ears she remembered.
Flashback~~~~~
The pill. So much pain. How could she continue to stand under this much pain. Life seemed stretched ahead like a horrible desert. She hated it. Life, herself everything. She hated being the annoying loudmouth of the group. TK had hope, friendliness, and looks. Davis was obnoxious but enduring and endearing a great friend. Cody was smart, mature, and loving in a pure trust based way. Ken, Ken had everything. He lost some genius to rejecting his darkness but he was still so smart. He was handsome, and athletic ...Hikari, everyone loved Hikari. Hikari was pretty, calm, so nice, so gentle, so perfect. If Miyako was none of those things didn't that, by default mean that no one loved her, at least not the way they did Hikari. And For a second she almost forgot what she was doing. But she remembered. To her it was worse that they would miss her, all her loved ones would be sad over her. "Why" she asked herself. And she had doubts, but they were weak and held down. She swallowed the bottle then a few more for good measure. Overdosed. It seemed like such a good answer to the pain. The pain grew as the drugs poisoned her. She lost consciousness. She lived. Her mother found her before she had died completely. But it was close."
~~~~~~
She half couldn't believe that it had happened. Was she sorry? Would she do it again if she could go back. Did she still want to die? Did she have any reason to live? Would she try again as she had threatened. Her brain grew muddled.
Miyako lay in her in her bare white room that night and thought of him. His long black almost chin length hair, his beautiful dark blue eyes his thin but strong frame. One image resurfaced again and again. The whipping of his hair, the sudden weak look in his body, and the horrified wounded look in his eyes after she called him a monster. Oh Miyako she thought remorsefully You did it again. You got carried away. He will really never love you now. Ken probably hates me. I can't ever be loved back like I am in love, not now, not ever And with much self pity Miyako Inoue cried herself into a fitful sleep.
To be continued...
