A.n.-I'm glad you all enjoyed the last chapter^_^. Sorry it toke me a little while to get this out, I'm trying to make each chapter as long as possible^_^
Dedication-Lady Khayman, Linda, Pyro_Chan2006, Aya_Mikage2002/CherryBlossom's Little Wolf2/Aya_Mikage2001, Yamako Fan, and Miranda. Thankyou all for the reviews^_~, by the way Lady Khayman thankyou so much for posting my fics on your sight! You are so nice for doing that^_~ i'd send you my chapters individualy but my comp. dosen't seem to like to work when I try so sorry. But feel free to post any of my work on your sight^_^Peace.
Inoue Miyako awoke slowly. Rubbing her eyes lightly she rose sleeply from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Golden eyes lingered upon the girl which stared back in the mirror. Her cheeks were red and rosy, her eyes sleep ridden, and her lips fuller and red. She frowned knowing the rosyness of her cheekes would dimminsh after she washed her face, and if she didn't wash her face it would be gone later anyway leaveing her face oily.
Resighnedly, she quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth and hair. Leaveing her hair loose around her shoulders she quickly changed into her school uniform and slipped her books into her brown backpack. Slowly she walked over to her computer and picked up her Digivice off the table. For a momment she stared at it. Stared at the gift given to her by the Digital World.
Closeing her eyes she recalled the day before. When she had 'helped' the Digidestined. Why had she done it really? They didn't care for her, they didn't speak to her, nor did they seem to like her; not to mention her hello's to their little clique was ither ignored or answered with terse words that killed any conversation.
'I don't need them,'she stated in her mind,'they don't care about me anyway. They'd just want my power if they knew who I was.'
Quickly she sliped her Digivice in the digital camera case and dropped it around her neck and under her deep green jacket. Unhurridly she made it out of the house, ignoreing her brothers jibes about her hair and how she'd never get a boy friend looking like that as she walked out.
Smoothly she walked forward, her head high and her shoulders back. It wasn't long before she reached the school building. It loomed before her like some kind of prison. A prison full of torture chambers. She snickered slightly at the truth of those words.
Miyako entered the building just as the bell rang. Hurridly she made her way to first hour. She had computers. A class that was nearly depressingly easy for her. Sighing lightly she walked to her assigned seat and sat down slowly. She loved the class except their was just one thing wrong with it. One thing that always made her day hell from the very begining.
Assighned to sit right next to her was, Ishida Yamato. Teen rockstar and all around pain in her neck every day. Proping her backpack agenst the seat she turned on the moniter. Maybe he would leave her alone today. Miyako snorted.
'Yea right.'she thought,'he'll probbly grill me with questions about the Digital World to see if I am the one who saved him yesterday. Though why I saved that ego-manic of a baka I don't know.'
Frowning I quickly typed in her name and password. At that momment she felt him enter the room. She didn't have to turn and look. His very precence was always known to her. She could tell both from the reactions of awe from those around her and also the crawl of her skin that rose whenever he was around to breath the same air as her. Frowning she knew she wouldn't be able to make good on the threat she made yesterday. Yamato was twice her size, and she figured he wouldn't have a problem 'putting her in her place' as he would call it.
While if he would actually hit her, she didn't know. Whether he would make her look like a compleat and utter baka, that she knew in heart beat. Sighing she felt her back go rigid and her head lift slightly higher as she opened her programes and began with her work. She was actually farther ahead with the rest of the class, not that she minded. Personaly she toke pride in it, she did have one last assighnement to do then she would be done at last.
Her fingers went numb as she felt him slid into the seat next to her just as the last bell rang. Forceing herself to ignore his arrogent precense she countined to type. He said nothing, for once, and merely logged in and began his work as well. For a little while Miyako felt herself relaxe. He was going to leave her alone! The thought made her want to grin with joy. No wounded pride today. No feeling lower then dirt and wanting to litterly disspear off the face of the planet.
Her bubble was busted, however, as the teacher left for an errond and he stopped typing abruptly. Miyako felt herself nearly stop typing compleatly as he leaned close, his breath carressing her neck. His breath was warm and soft feeling agenst her fleash.
Tenseing she stopped typing and turned to look at him,"What?"her voice was cold but also soft, due to the main fact she was afraid her voice would tremer should she raise it.
"That stunt you pulled yesterday, why'd you do it?"His voice was soft as velvote, deceptbly sweet and low. It reminded Miyako of the poison apple in Snow White. Beautiful, but cold as death.
Miyako lifted her head higher. This was it. She could let on that she knew he ment what happen at the Digital world or play dumb. Obviously she choose the latter.
"You annoyed me, just as you are now so for the final time: leave-me-alone."
Frowning she began to type once more, ignoreing his breath so near and his hands which hovered next to her mouse. So near. So close. Holding back the sigh of relife as he pulled away from her and began to work on his own project. Why did he have that effect on her? Did he have that affect on all women, or just her? Gathering her wits she looked at it out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't keep the smirk from lifting onto her face. He was atleast 6 projects behind the rest of the class.
Forceing her concentration back to her own work she quickly finnished the project and made minor touch-ups on others that would already be an A+ anyway. Finnishing with her work she fiddled around aimlessly typing. Secouds later the teacher re-entered and walked back over to his desk.
Sighing boredly she leaned back in her seat her fingers taping the keys absently. Slowly her eyes began to drop. Forceing back a yawn she leaned forward and tried to wake herself up. God this class had to be the most tediouse monotaniouse thing she'd ever done. Why had she taken it agine? Oh yea, she needed the credite for this year. Stiffling anouther yawn she smirked in amusment. Not that the class was much of a challange anyway. She was a master at computers. As she was at so many other things.
Startled Miyako jumped with a start as the bell rang, rustling her rudely from her thoughts. Blushing slightly she quickly logged out and grabbed her books. It was going to be a long day, she could feel it already.
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Miyako walked slowly through the rows of books in the school libary. It was a lavish room with books climbing up the walls on nearly any topic one could imagine. It was lunch time, and Miyako had already finnished hers. She never liked staying the lunchroom very long anyway. A few times Sakon had actually had the audacity to throw food at her, and since humilation wasn't something she relished even if she lived with it every day, she wasn't going to try and go for more.
Lightly she ran her fingers across the books. Storys of countless worlds, wars, bravery, cowardice lined so many pages. Lifting ones sprite high or dragging it down with agneist emotion. Before learning of the Digital World she'd spent every hour of every day engrossed in the written words of countless authers and autheresses.
Pretending each time that she herself was the heroin. That it t'was she doing such deeds. That she was the one whos weapon was brandished to the sky to declare she would not cower beneith the enemy. That she would stand tall and pround at fight till her last breath would erupt from her chest.
Such were her thoughts. And part of what she had learned from the bravery from the books, she used in the Digital World. She'd even found a few of the tactics, modified to fitt her situation of course, were of great use.
Slowly she reached her hand up to touch the case where her D-3 layed. It had changed her life. In so many ways. In some ways it had complicated it, but in others it had helped her. Mainly in the latter though really. It had givein her a purpose. A friend, a mission in life, and joy.
Miyako froze as she suddenly felt someones eyes on her. Slowly she looked out of the corner of her eyes behind her. Watching her was a few of the group of 'Digidestined.' Apparently Yamato wasn't the only one suspesiouse.
Pretending not to notice, Miyako pulled the book "Demon Within" from the shelf and turned around fully to them. Quickly they all pretending to be occupied with something that was in no way in her generel direction.
Rolling her eyes she cut through the rows at cheaked out the book quickly. Finnishing easily she walked over to the chair in the corner that hat been hers since she'd started comeing to the Library dureing lunch. Focoseing her eyes on the first page she looked as though she was compleatly engrossed in the novel.
But in reality her gaze was focosed on the leering Digidesteined which at the momment were blantently stareing at her and whispering among themselves.
'How rude.'Miyako thought sourly,'If their going to talk about me and not to mention spy, they could be a little more subtle for goodness sake!'
Rolling her eyes beneith her lashs she watched them as Takeru and Daisuke shuved Hikari Yagami, little sister of Taichi Yagami, forward. She looked at them all coldly before turning and walking toward Miyako; a false smile on her face.
Boredly she lowered her book and golden eyes hard and unyeiling. Suspesion clouded over her face as Hikari reached her.
"Inoue-san?"she said tentivly.
Miyako supressed a wince at the sugery sweet voice. Hikari was one of the most populer girls in her grade. Mainly due to her brother, Taichi, and to the fact everyone saw her as a 'sweet' 'innocent' 'perfect' girl with no flaws what so ever. Whatever.
Closeing her book with a flick of her wrist, Miyako looked up at Hikari with hooded eyes,"Hai?"
"I was woundering do you wanna h-hang out some time?"she stuttered lightly, as though the words were foreghn on her lips. Like it was some kind of pity thing or something like that.
Miyako felt her eyes narrow into slits. Inoue Miyako toke charity from none.
She frowned deeply. She wasn't stupid. This was ither some cruel joke that they were setting her up for or they had a theory she was the girl that saved them in the Digital World. Either way Miyako wasn't takeing a chance. Besides, the pity alone in Yagami Hikari's eyes was enough to make her in no way consider the offer.
"Why? So you and your friends can have a little entertainment, Yagami-san? Go find someone eles, i'm not in the mood for games. I don't accept your feeble attempts of pity either, go find another persone to bow before you.'cause I'm sure as hell not going to."
Standing up Miyako brushed past her as though she didn't exist, feeling proud of herself. Sure maybe Hikari had not had an alterior motive; -maybe- being the keyword. Keeping her pride Miyako kept walking, watching the astonished Digidestined out of the corner of their eye.
Geez, was this the first time someone had given them a taste of their own mediecin? What did they think? That she'd jump when they commanded, that she was so lonely she'd jump at the chance for a friend? She had a friend, sure he didn't live in the real world; but he was her friend nevertheless.
A few of them were staring daggers at her and whispering as Hikari walked over to them. Rolling her eyes and decided not to take it anymore she turned around compelatly, her gaze clearing showing she'd not been obliviouse to their whispers nor stareing.
The guys blushed bright red from embarrsement while Hikari narrowed her eyes in spiteful anger.
Giveing her a look Miyako called over to them, her voice slightly soft. It was a libary after all,"So, little miss. perfect and her little escorts are mortal after all. Stay away from me, and stop stareing at me!"
Not the best comeback, but not that bad ither. Turning on her heel she walked through the Libary doors just as the bell rang. Time for Study Hall. Skillfully she made her way through the crowds and to the classroom. Frowning she saw that they had anouther sub, who was letting the students do as they please agine.
Sighing heavly she turned and walked away. Her feet carried her to the gymnasiom agine. Holding her head high she entered it just as she had done before. Carefully she made her way over to the bleachers and to the seat at the top corner near the rail.
'Deja-vu'she thought ruefully.'But hopefully he won't come to 'practice' today.'
Takeing out her composition note-book she began to write:
Invisible
I see you every day
I see your false laughter,
I see your hiden sorrow
I see beyound the mask
You ware to hide from all
So many expressions
I've seen in those eyes
Cruety undefinded
Amusment to anger
Dwell Within you
I often wonder
What makes you like ice
Even though
I see so deep in you
You see me not
You ignore my presence
You have own it all
With but a single glance
Its not fair,
I scream
But my crys fall upon
Blind eyes
and deaf ears.
"Hello, Miyako-san."
Jerking with a start she jerked her head upward and saw him standing their, his stance as cocky as ever. Ishida Yamato. Forceing back the growl of frustration edgeing its way forward she cursed herself for being so involoved in her writeing and not paying attention to her surroundings.
"Yamato-san."Miyako's lips twisted into a frown,"What do you want?"
Flicking her notebook closed Miyako let her arms fall over it, her fingers curled lightly around the edges. Clear, icy blue orbs meet her own as he stood above her, his hands stuffed partly in his uniform pockets casuly.
"To talk."he responded simply.
Miyako laughed harshly as she stood,"Since when have you ever wanted to talk to me? Aren't you worried what it'll do to your preceouse little image, Yamato-san? Or is this some kinda joke you and your buddies cooked up, either way i'm in mood for games."
Slowly Miyako picked up her notebooks and looked up at him with a cold gaze that would freez another in a mere ten-paces. Casualy he shifted his shifted his stance as he meet her eyes with a challange. A challange to stand her ground. To stay and talk. To hold a conversation filled with more then mere verble spars.
"I just wanna talk, but whatever. Come on, Study Hall won't be over for anouther 80 mins. Lets just go for a walk. Lets call a truce, for now"he added.
Eyeing him suspesiosly Miyako chewed her lip nervously. She suprised even herself by even considering his idea. Just a walk. A truce. Thats all. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Alright."Miyako said at last, her voice soft.
Yamato smiled slightly and gestered for her to walk with him down the bleachers. Unhurridly she walked down with him and followed as he lead her from the Gymnasiom out into the school grounds. Miyako couldn't help the smile that flitted across her face as the wind carressed her face and the sound of birds chirping in the air. The music of nature filled her, and she was entranced by it. So calm, so tranquil.
Returning her gaze to her partner along side her she cocked her head curiously as they stopped benithe the school's Sakura Tree. It was beautiful. Beautiful pale pink petels littered the tree limbs. Delecit and beautiful it was.
Miyako walked over benieth the tree, feeling a few Sakura (Cherry Blossoms) fall on her head and shoulders. Lifting her gaze she meet the amused crystalin blue Yamato Ishida.
"Find some thing amuseing, Yamato-san?"Miyako questioned, her voice robbed of the ussuale stiff, tartness she'd always used with him. Now it was filled with but a teaseing amusement, though an undercurrent of anxiety ran benieth such amusement.
He smiled slightly,"Yes, i've never seen you so pleased by simple things. Come to think of it, you've rarely smiled in my prescence."
Miyako turned away slightly,"I never had a reason to."Lightly Miyako leaned agenst the tree. Not bothering to return her gaze to him she said slowly, her voice devoided of emotion,"Why did you really want to speak with me, Yamato-san? You've never wanted to talk with me before, why now?"
Yamato Tilted his head to the side, depthless blue eyes slanted as he spoke,"Why does it matter?"
Miyako smirked lightly as she walked around the Sakura tree and leaned out from behind it,"Becouse in all the time that I've lived here, gone to the school, seen you, spoken to you, yelled at you and such never have you shown the slightest intrest in speaking with me other then to try and humilate me."
The words were spoken with such casualness and lack of passion that it suprised the young rockstar as he stared at her, something akin to guilt perhapes sliding into those icy eyes.
"Things have changed."he responded slowly, stepping toward her till he too stood benith the Sakura and faced her.
Miyako nodded slightly,"But for the better or worse?"she questioned. Miyako walked past him slowly."Things don't change so easily, Yamato-san."
"And why not?"Yamato asked, arrogence seeping into his voice,"In this place, this town things I want to change and know always happen."
"Is that what you think?"Miyako shot back, anger seeping into her voice. Truce forgotten and rage of his ignorence awoke in her blood,"Well your wrong, Yamato-san. You are nothing but a fool. One day this will all be gone, you know. One day your fans and your fame will be gone and you will be sorry for the way you've treated everyone. Your arrogence and stupidty is the main reason why things will never change into even a casual freindship between us, Yamato-san."
"And whys that?"
Miyako rolled her eyes heavenwards,"Becouse your an egotistacal jerk! And now I think i'll be going, i've had enough. Truce over. This was a dumb idea anyway."
Miyako quickly began to walk away, only to stop short as Yamato ran infront of her."Your not leaveing just yet."
Golden eyes narrowed as fire flashed heavly within,"I'm not one of your little 'slaves' you can order around, Ishida Yamato, get out of my way."
"And why should I do that? I'm not done with you yet."
Fire raged as she meet his eyes,"Unless you wanna get hurt get out of my way."
"What are you going to do? Hit me with your books. Ohhh I'm scared."he said sarcasticly.
Miyako dropped her books and toke a fighting stance,"You don't wanna go there, Ishida-san."
"Ishida-san, is it now?"he mocked takeing a similer stance to her own."Lets see what you've got, Miya-chan."he smirked as her eyes widedned at the affectinet 'chan.'
"I didn't give you the right to call me that, Ishida-san."
Quickly she turned around and aimed a high kick at his head. Easily he moved and bloaked it. Controlling her emotions she lessoned to her Sensei's words in the back of her mind.
{"The fist is connected to the mind, Miyako-san, rember that."}
Closeing her eyes slightly Miyako toke advantage of her 4 senses. She was alert. She was a warrior in a momment. And as any warrior, she could fight. Snaping them open she sent severel blows to his midsection then dropped and swiped his legs out benith him.
Standing above him Miyako looked down on him.
Yamato laughed slightly,"Not bad. But not good enough."
In a secoud he was up agine and grabbed Miyako's arm as she swung to hit him and pulled it behind her back then grabbed her other one and spun her heavly in the air then slammed her nearly on the ground, braceing her suddenly with his leg.
"Arrogent ass."Miyako murmered as she jerked out of his grasp and stood up, her back turned to him. Wirling around she toke stance,"Agine?"she questioned,"Or you afraid to have your ass kicked by a women?"
Pride stung he stood up,"Fine. Lets go."
For the remaineder of the hour together they exchanged blows, each never really landing a good hit and each slightly pulling their blows so as to not hurt the other. By the time the bell rang each were exhasted and breathing heavly.
As the sound peirced the air, though, the spell between the two and the syphany of nature and solitude was broken. Running a hand through her damp hair Miyako picked up her forest green jacket that she'd flung off in frustration at some point dureing their little fight.
Silently they meet eachouthers eyes. Understanding each that which would not be said aloud. It didn't need to be. The truse they'd had was over. It was time to rejoin the real world. The world where their stations definded them.
Gathering her books from the floor Inoue Miyako walked away, spareing herself only a single glance over her shoulder before hurrying away. All the while she could sense those icy orbs boreing endlessly into her back...
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Confusion marred Inoue Miyako's face as she walked home. Confusion haunted her as she made her way down the streets. What was going on? Why this sudden intrest in her? The whole time they'd had the little 'truce' he hadn't mentioned anything about the Digital World.
Could it be he was just toying with her? Needed a laugh so decided to try and win her trust and then pull some prank? Nah, it wasn't really his style. He wasn't as into sneaky tricks like that really. Toke too much time, she sopposed, and judgeing by his school work he wasn't into legthy work like that. Even for a laugh.
Golden eyes rolled heavenward as she made it to her apartment building. Unhurridly she made it inside and up the Elevater. Her mind elesware she let her feet lead her to her family's apartment. Unlocking the door she shut it silently behind her. Carelessly she slipped of her shoes and made her way to the bedroom.
Quickly she pulled off her school uniform and let it fall dejectedly on the floor. Unhurridly she pulled on a pair of shorts and a black sleevless shirt. It saved time so that when she came back from the Digital World she didn't have to change if her parents were home.
Sliping her Digivice from its container she quickly pulled up the Digital Gate. Pressing it agenst the screen Miyako closed her eyes as she felt herself be sucked into the computer and fall through an abyess of data before reforming in the Digital World.
Opening her eyes she smiled down at the same outfitt and waited for Hawkmon's arrival. She didn't have to wait long. Before too much time passed he appeared, his small wings flaping in the air.
"Miya-chan."He said, happiness ringing heavily in his voice,"I've been waiting for you. The scondrel has yet to show himself here agine. Apparently we did a good job yesterday, as usual."he added with a smile in his eyes.
"I guess. But even so we should make our rounds. Never know what could happen."
"Your quiet right about that."he responded.
"HAWKMON ARMER DIGIVOLVE TO.....HALSEMON THE WINGS OF LOVE."
Miyako smiled lightly and climbed upon her Digimon's back. Easily he toke flight, his great wings flapping effortlessly through air. It was wounderful. The feel of the air carresing her skin, the taste of sweet nature swimming through the wind.
Throwing back her head she wished she had wings of her own to soar the sky, even if flying with Halsemon was more then she'd ever imagended-haveing her own wings would have been even better. Smileing slightly she nuzzled downward agenst his fur.
The day in the Digital World passed quickly. For once it was rather uneventful. No new Control Spheres, from the latest gossip she'd heard he was too busy fighting the other Digidestined to spend his time re-conqesting some of the other areas.
Oh well. Ment less work and fighting for her anyway. Besides this way she could help re-build some of the Digimon Villages that had been destroyed in the fighting. So thats what she spent her day doing. Helping the free Digimon. It was nice really. Got her mind off things.
When the sun began to fall beneith the horizen she had Halsemon fly her back to the digiport. Hugging eachother close they bade eachother goodbye and Miyako let herself get sucked back into the computer. Miyako winced as she hit the soft carpet of her floor. She really had to find an easier way of landing after comeing from the Digital World. She was starting to get carbet-rash from landing so hard.
Laughing softly at her own thoughts Miyako rose from the floor and walked out of her bedroom. Strangly it was still empty. Shrugging her shoulders Miyako walked into the livingroom to get something to eat. Saveing another world sure did make you hungry. Grinning widely she pulled out some left-over pizza stuffed it into the micro-wave. Grabbing a Coke from the fridge she leaned agenst the counter and watched the numbers on the micro-wave tick downward.
Miyako jumped with a start though as the sound of the phone ringing cut through the thick siliance of the apartment. Patting her chest over her heart furiously she walked over to the phone. This was certinly odd. The phone rarely rang when she was home alone.
Slowly she lifted it off its cradle,"Hello?"Miyako said, uncertinty tinging her voice.
"Hey, Miyako-san. Its me, Ishida Yamato."
Miyako felt herself nearly fall. Ishida Yamato was calling her! What was up with this? What freakshow had she fallen into now? What was wrong with the universe.
Working up her voice Miyako forced it to take a bit of an edge,"Hai, what do you want Yamato-san?"
Miyako winced slightly, she could amost hear the guys smirk over the phone,"I was woundering if you could make it to my concert tomorrow night...I got you tickets."
Miyako frowned,"Why?"
"Thought maybe you and I could hang out more."
Miyako sighed, annoyance creeping through her,"What in Kami-sama's name is wrong with you Yamato-san? What is this? Some kind of, 'reach-out-to-tormented-freashmen-week?' I'm really not in the mood for one you or your buddies jokes."
"This isn't a joke!"he instested angrily,"I just thought maybe you'd like to hang out a bit."
"Whatever. Go find Jun or Sora, or one of the other girls in this school. 'Sides i've better things to do then be with you on a Saterday night."
"Like what? Play on your computer or study or read? Geez, have you no life?"
"I do so have a life! Stay out of my afairs, Yamato-san, your treading on thin ice so I suggest you back-off."
Yamato chuckled over the phone,"And why should I do that? Your kawaii when angry."
Miyako's face burned with embarrsement,"W-whatever."she stuttered
"Anyway, will you be there?"Miyako felt herself bink in suprise at the semi-pleadeing hope in his voice.
"I'll be there."Miyako felt herself saying.
"Great! Sayonara."
With that the phone went dead. Mechanicly Miyako hung it up her mind puzzled. Her life had just gotten a lot more complicated.
A.n.-What did you all think? I hope you all liked it^_^Please review, it really helps for me to see your support pluse puts motivation to write in me**nudge nudge** lol, peace out.
Dedication-Lady Khayman, Linda, Pyro_Chan2006, Aya_Mikage2002/CherryBlossom's Little Wolf2/Aya_Mikage2001, Yamako Fan, and Miranda. Thankyou all for the reviews^_~, by the way Lady Khayman thankyou so much for posting my fics on your sight! You are so nice for doing that^_~ i'd send you my chapters individualy but my comp. dosen't seem to like to work when I try so sorry. But feel free to post any of my work on your sight^_^Peace.
Inoue Miyako awoke slowly. Rubbing her eyes lightly she rose sleeply from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Golden eyes lingered upon the girl which stared back in the mirror. Her cheeks were red and rosy, her eyes sleep ridden, and her lips fuller and red. She frowned knowing the rosyness of her cheekes would dimminsh after she washed her face, and if she didn't wash her face it would be gone later anyway leaveing her face oily.
Resighnedly, she quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth and hair. Leaveing her hair loose around her shoulders she quickly changed into her school uniform and slipped her books into her brown backpack. Slowly she walked over to her computer and picked up her Digivice off the table. For a momment she stared at it. Stared at the gift given to her by the Digital World.
Closeing her eyes she recalled the day before. When she had 'helped' the Digidestined. Why had she done it really? They didn't care for her, they didn't speak to her, nor did they seem to like her; not to mention her hello's to their little clique was ither ignored or answered with terse words that killed any conversation.
'I don't need them,'she stated in her mind,'they don't care about me anyway. They'd just want my power if they knew who I was.'
Quickly she sliped her Digivice in the digital camera case and dropped it around her neck and under her deep green jacket. Unhurridly she made it out of the house, ignoreing her brothers jibes about her hair and how she'd never get a boy friend looking like that as she walked out.
Smoothly she walked forward, her head high and her shoulders back. It wasn't long before she reached the school building. It loomed before her like some kind of prison. A prison full of torture chambers. She snickered slightly at the truth of those words.
Miyako entered the building just as the bell rang. Hurridly she made her way to first hour. She had computers. A class that was nearly depressingly easy for her. Sighing lightly she walked to her assigned seat and sat down slowly. She loved the class except their was just one thing wrong with it. One thing that always made her day hell from the very begining.
Assighned to sit right next to her was, Ishida Yamato. Teen rockstar and all around pain in her neck every day. Proping her backpack agenst the seat she turned on the moniter. Maybe he would leave her alone today. Miyako snorted.
'Yea right.'she thought,'he'll probbly grill me with questions about the Digital World to see if I am the one who saved him yesterday. Though why I saved that ego-manic of a baka I don't know.'
Frowning I quickly typed in her name and password. At that momment she felt him enter the room. She didn't have to turn and look. His very precence was always known to her. She could tell both from the reactions of awe from those around her and also the crawl of her skin that rose whenever he was around to breath the same air as her. Frowning she knew she wouldn't be able to make good on the threat she made yesterday. Yamato was twice her size, and she figured he wouldn't have a problem 'putting her in her place' as he would call it.
While if he would actually hit her, she didn't know. Whether he would make her look like a compleat and utter baka, that she knew in heart beat. Sighing she felt her back go rigid and her head lift slightly higher as she opened her programes and began with her work. She was actually farther ahead with the rest of the class, not that she minded. Personaly she toke pride in it, she did have one last assighnement to do then she would be done at last.
Her fingers went numb as she felt him slid into the seat next to her just as the last bell rang. Forceing herself to ignore his arrogent precense she countined to type. He said nothing, for once, and merely logged in and began his work as well. For a little while Miyako felt herself relaxe. He was going to leave her alone! The thought made her want to grin with joy. No wounded pride today. No feeling lower then dirt and wanting to litterly disspear off the face of the planet.
Her bubble was busted, however, as the teacher left for an errond and he stopped typing abruptly. Miyako felt herself nearly stop typing compleatly as he leaned close, his breath carressing her neck. His breath was warm and soft feeling agenst her fleash.
Tenseing she stopped typing and turned to look at him,"What?"her voice was cold but also soft, due to the main fact she was afraid her voice would tremer should she raise it.
"That stunt you pulled yesterday, why'd you do it?"His voice was soft as velvote, deceptbly sweet and low. It reminded Miyako of the poison apple in Snow White. Beautiful, but cold as death.
Miyako lifted her head higher. This was it. She could let on that she knew he ment what happen at the Digital world or play dumb. Obviously she choose the latter.
"You annoyed me, just as you are now so for the final time: leave-me-alone."
Frowning she began to type once more, ignoreing his breath so near and his hands which hovered next to her mouse. So near. So close. Holding back the sigh of relife as he pulled away from her and began to work on his own project. Why did he have that effect on her? Did he have that affect on all women, or just her? Gathering her wits she looked at it out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't keep the smirk from lifting onto her face. He was atleast 6 projects behind the rest of the class.
Forceing her concentration back to her own work she quickly finnished the project and made minor touch-ups on others that would already be an A+ anyway. Finnishing with her work she fiddled around aimlessly typing. Secouds later the teacher re-entered and walked back over to his desk.
Sighing boredly she leaned back in her seat her fingers taping the keys absently. Slowly her eyes began to drop. Forceing back a yawn she leaned forward and tried to wake herself up. God this class had to be the most tediouse monotaniouse thing she'd ever done. Why had she taken it agine? Oh yea, she needed the credite for this year. Stiffling anouther yawn she smirked in amusment. Not that the class was much of a challange anyway. She was a master at computers. As she was at so many other things.
Startled Miyako jumped with a start as the bell rang, rustling her rudely from her thoughts. Blushing slightly she quickly logged out and grabbed her books. It was going to be a long day, she could feel it already.
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Miyako walked slowly through the rows of books in the school libary. It was a lavish room with books climbing up the walls on nearly any topic one could imagine. It was lunch time, and Miyako had already finnished hers. She never liked staying the lunchroom very long anyway. A few times Sakon had actually had the audacity to throw food at her, and since humilation wasn't something she relished even if she lived with it every day, she wasn't going to try and go for more.
Lightly she ran her fingers across the books. Storys of countless worlds, wars, bravery, cowardice lined so many pages. Lifting ones sprite high or dragging it down with agneist emotion. Before learning of the Digital World she'd spent every hour of every day engrossed in the written words of countless authers and autheresses.
Pretending each time that she herself was the heroin. That it t'was she doing such deeds. That she was the one whos weapon was brandished to the sky to declare she would not cower beneith the enemy. That she would stand tall and pround at fight till her last breath would erupt from her chest.
Such were her thoughts. And part of what she had learned from the bravery from the books, she used in the Digital World. She'd even found a few of the tactics, modified to fitt her situation of course, were of great use.
Slowly she reached her hand up to touch the case where her D-3 layed. It had changed her life. In so many ways. In some ways it had complicated it, but in others it had helped her. Mainly in the latter though really. It had givein her a purpose. A friend, a mission in life, and joy.
Miyako froze as she suddenly felt someones eyes on her. Slowly she looked out of the corner of her eyes behind her. Watching her was a few of the group of 'Digidestined.' Apparently Yamato wasn't the only one suspesiouse.
Pretending not to notice, Miyako pulled the book "Demon Within" from the shelf and turned around fully to them. Quickly they all pretending to be occupied with something that was in no way in her generel direction.
Rolling her eyes she cut through the rows at cheaked out the book quickly. Finnishing easily she walked over to the chair in the corner that hat been hers since she'd started comeing to the Library dureing lunch. Focoseing her eyes on the first page she looked as though she was compleatly engrossed in the novel.
But in reality her gaze was focosed on the leering Digidesteined which at the momment were blantently stareing at her and whispering among themselves.
'How rude.'Miyako thought sourly,'If their going to talk about me and not to mention spy, they could be a little more subtle for goodness sake!'
Rolling her eyes beneith her lashs she watched them as Takeru and Daisuke shuved Hikari Yagami, little sister of Taichi Yagami, forward. She looked at them all coldly before turning and walking toward Miyako; a false smile on her face.
Boredly she lowered her book and golden eyes hard and unyeiling. Suspesion clouded over her face as Hikari reached her.
"Inoue-san?"she said tentivly.
Miyako supressed a wince at the sugery sweet voice. Hikari was one of the most populer girls in her grade. Mainly due to her brother, Taichi, and to the fact everyone saw her as a 'sweet' 'innocent' 'perfect' girl with no flaws what so ever. Whatever.
Closeing her book with a flick of her wrist, Miyako looked up at Hikari with hooded eyes,"Hai?"
"I was woundering do you wanna h-hang out some time?"she stuttered lightly, as though the words were foreghn on her lips. Like it was some kind of pity thing or something like that.
Miyako felt her eyes narrow into slits. Inoue Miyako toke charity from none.
She frowned deeply. She wasn't stupid. This was ither some cruel joke that they were setting her up for or they had a theory she was the girl that saved them in the Digital World. Either way Miyako wasn't takeing a chance. Besides, the pity alone in Yagami Hikari's eyes was enough to make her in no way consider the offer.
"Why? So you and your friends can have a little entertainment, Yagami-san? Go find someone eles, i'm not in the mood for games. I don't accept your feeble attempts of pity either, go find another persone to bow before you.'cause I'm sure as hell not going to."
Standing up Miyako brushed past her as though she didn't exist, feeling proud of herself. Sure maybe Hikari had not had an alterior motive; -maybe- being the keyword. Keeping her pride Miyako kept walking, watching the astonished Digidestined out of the corner of their eye.
Geez, was this the first time someone had given them a taste of their own mediecin? What did they think? That she'd jump when they commanded, that she was so lonely she'd jump at the chance for a friend? She had a friend, sure he didn't live in the real world; but he was her friend nevertheless.
A few of them were staring daggers at her and whispering as Hikari walked over to them. Rolling her eyes and decided not to take it anymore she turned around compelatly, her gaze clearing showing she'd not been obliviouse to their whispers nor stareing.
The guys blushed bright red from embarrsement while Hikari narrowed her eyes in spiteful anger.
Giveing her a look Miyako called over to them, her voice slightly soft. It was a libary after all,"So, little miss. perfect and her little escorts are mortal after all. Stay away from me, and stop stareing at me!"
Not the best comeback, but not that bad ither. Turning on her heel she walked through the Libary doors just as the bell rang. Time for Study Hall. Skillfully she made her way through the crowds and to the classroom. Frowning she saw that they had anouther sub, who was letting the students do as they please agine.
Sighing heavly she turned and walked away. Her feet carried her to the gymnasiom agine. Holding her head high she entered it just as she had done before. Carefully she made her way over to the bleachers and to the seat at the top corner near the rail.
'Deja-vu'she thought ruefully.'But hopefully he won't come to 'practice' today.'
Takeing out her composition note-book she began to write:
Invisible
I see you every day
I see your false laughter,
I see your hiden sorrow
I see beyound the mask
You ware to hide from all
So many expressions
I've seen in those eyes
Cruety undefinded
Amusment to anger
Dwell Within you
I often wonder
What makes you like ice
Even though
I see so deep in you
You see me not
You ignore my presence
You have own it all
With but a single glance
Its not fair,
I scream
But my crys fall upon
Blind eyes
and deaf ears.
"Hello, Miyako-san."
Jerking with a start she jerked her head upward and saw him standing their, his stance as cocky as ever. Ishida Yamato. Forceing back the growl of frustration edgeing its way forward she cursed herself for being so involoved in her writeing and not paying attention to her surroundings.
"Yamato-san."Miyako's lips twisted into a frown,"What do you want?"
Flicking her notebook closed Miyako let her arms fall over it, her fingers curled lightly around the edges. Clear, icy blue orbs meet her own as he stood above her, his hands stuffed partly in his uniform pockets casuly.
"To talk."he responded simply.
Miyako laughed harshly as she stood,"Since when have you ever wanted to talk to me? Aren't you worried what it'll do to your preceouse little image, Yamato-san? Or is this some kinda joke you and your buddies cooked up, either way i'm in mood for games."
Slowly Miyako picked up her notebooks and looked up at him with a cold gaze that would freez another in a mere ten-paces. Casualy he shifted his shifted his stance as he meet her eyes with a challange. A challange to stand her ground. To stay and talk. To hold a conversation filled with more then mere verble spars.
"I just wanna talk, but whatever. Come on, Study Hall won't be over for anouther 80 mins. Lets just go for a walk. Lets call a truce, for now"he added.
Eyeing him suspesiosly Miyako chewed her lip nervously. She suprised even herself by even considering his idea. Just a walk. A truce. Thats all. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Alright."Miyako said at last, her voice soft.
Yamato smiled slightly and gestered for her to walk with him down the bleachers. Unhurridly she walked down with him and followed as he lead her from the Gymnasiom out into the school grounds. Miyako couldn't help the smile that flitted across her face as the wind carressed her face and the sound of birds chirping in the air. The music of nature filled her, and she was entranced by it. So calm, so tranquil.
Returning her gaze to her partner along side her she cocked her head curiously as they stopped benithe the school's Sakura Tree. It was beautiful. Beautiful pale pink petels littered the tree limbs. Delecit and beautiful it was.
Miyako walked over benieth the tree, feeling a few Sakura (Cherry Blossoms) fall on her head and shoulders. Lifting her gaze she meet the amused crystalin blue Yamato Ishida.
"Find some thing amuseing, Yamato-san?"Miyako questioned, her voice robbed of the ussuale stiff, tartness she'd always used with him. Now it was filled with but a teaseing amusement, though an undercurrent of anxiety ran benieth such amusement.
He smiled slightly,"Yes, i've never seen you so pleased by simple things. Come to think of it, you've rarely smiled in my prescence."
Miyako turned away slightly,"I never had a reason to."Lightly Miyako leaned agenst the tree. Not bothering to return her gaze to him she said slowly, her voice devoided of emotion,"Why did you really want to speak with me, Yamato-san? You've never wanted to talk with me before, why now?"
Yamato Tilted his head to the side, depthless blue eyes slanted as he spoke,"Why does it matter?"
Miyako smirked lightly as she walked around the Sakura tree and leaned out from behind it,"Becouse in all the time that I've lived here, gone to the school, seen you, spoken to you, yelled at you and such never have you shown the slightest intrest in speaking with me other then to try and humilate me."
The words were spoken with such casualness and lack of passion that it suprised the young rockstar as he stared at her, something akin to guilt perhapes sliding into those icy eyes.
"Things have changed."he responded slowly, stepping toward her till he too stood benith the Sakura and faced her.
Miyako nodded slightly,"But for the better or worse?"she questioned. Miyako walked past him slowly."Things don't change so easily, Yamato-san."
"And why not?"Yamato asked, arrogence seeping into his voice,"In this place, this town things I want to change and know always happen."
"Is that what you think?"Miyako shot back, anger seeping into her voice. Truce forgotten and rage of his ignorence awoke in her blood,"Well your wrong, Yamato-san. You are nothing but a fool. One day this will all be gone, you know. One day your fans and your fame will be gone and you will be sorry for the way you've treated everyone. Your arrogence and stupidty is the main reason why things will never change into even a casual freindship between us, Yamato-san."
"And whys that?"
Miyako rolled her eyes heavenwards,"Becouse your an egotistacal jerk! And now I think i'll be going, i've had enough. Truce over. This was a dumb idea anyway."
Miyako quickly began to walk away, only to stop short as Yamato ran infront of her."Your not leaveing just yet."
Golden eyes narrowed as fire flashed heavly within,"I'm not one of your little 'slaves' you can order around, Ishida Yamato, get out of my way."
"And why should I do that? I'm not done with you yet."
Fire raged as she meet his eyes,"Unless you wanna get hurt get out of my way."
"What are you going to do? Hit me with your books. Ohhh I'm scared."he said sarcasticly.
Miyako dropped her books and toke a fighting stance,"You don't wanna go there, Ishida-san."
"Ishida-san, is it now?"he mocked takeing a similer stance to her own."Lets see what you've got, Miya-chan."he smirked as her eyes widedned at the affectinet 'chan.'
"I didn't give you the right to call me that, Ishida-san."
Quickly she turned around and aimed a high kick at his head. Easily he moved and bloaked it. Controlling her emotions she lessoned to her Sensei's words in the back of her mind.
{"The fist is connected to the mind, Miyako-san, rember that."}
Closeing her eyes slightly Miyako toke advantage of her 4 senses. She was alert. She was a warrior in a momment. And as any warrior, she could fight. Snaping them open she sent severel blows to his midsection then dropped and swiped his legs out benith him.
Standing above him Miyako looked down on him.
Yamato laughed slightly,"Not bad. But not good enough."
In a secoud he was up agine and grabbed Miyako's arm as she swung to hit him and pulled it behind her back then grabbed her other one and spun her heavly in the air then slammed her nearly on the ground, braceing her suddenly with his leg.
"Arrogent ass."Miyako murmered as she jerked out of his grasp and stood up, her back turned to him. Wirling around she toke stance,"Agine?"she questioned,"Or you afraid to have your ass kicked by a women?"
Pride stung he stood up,"Fine. Lets go."
For the remaineder of the hour together they exchanged blows, each never really landing a good hit and each slightly pulling their blows so as to not hurt the other. By the time the bell rang each were exhasted and breathing heavly.
As the sound peirced the air, though, the spell between the two and the syphany of nature and solitude was broken. Running a hand through her damp hair Miyako picked up her forest green jacket that she'd flung off in frustration at some point dureing their little fight.
Silently they meet eachouthers eyes. Understanding each that which would not be said aloud. It didn't need to be. The truse they'd had was over. It was time to rejoin the real world. The world where their stations definded them.
Gathering her books from the floor Inoue Miyako walked away, spareing herself only a single glance over her shoulder before hurrying away. All the while she could sense those icy orbs boreing endlessly into her back...
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Confusion marred Inoue Miyako's face as she walked home. Confusion haunted her as she made her way down the streets. What was going on? Why this sudden intrest in her? The whole time they'd had the little 'truce' he hadn't mentioned anything about the Digital World.
Could it be he was just toying with her? Needed a laugh so decided to try and win her trust and then pull some prank? Nah, it wasn't really his style. He wasn't as into sneaky tricks like that really. Toke too much time, she sopposed, and judgeing by his school work he wasn't into legthy work like that. Even for a laugh.
Golden eyes rolled heavenward as she made it to her apartment building. Unhurridly she made it inside and up the Elevater. Her mind elesware she let her feet lead her to her family's apartment. Unlocking the door she shut it silently behind her. Carelessly she slipped of her shoes and made her way to the bedroom.
Quickly she pulled off her school uniform and let it fall dejectedly on the floor. Unhurridly she pulled on a pair of shorts and a black sleevless shirt. It saved time so that when she came back from the Digital World she didn't have to change if her parents were home.
Sliping her Digivice from its container she quickly pulled up the Digital Gate. Pressing it agenst the screen Miyako closed her eyes as she felt herself be sucked into the computer and fall through an abyess of data before reforming in the Digital World.
Opening her eyes she smiled down at the same outfitt and waited for Hawkmon's arrival. She didn't have to wait long. Before too much time passed he appeared, his small wings flaping in the air.
"Miya-chan."He said, happiness ringing heavily in his voice,"I've been waiting for you. The scondrel has yet to show himself here agine. Apparently we did a good job yesterday, as usual."he added with a smile in his eyes.
"I guess. But even so we should make our rounds. Never know what could happen."
"Your quiet right about that."he responded.
"HAWKMON ARMER DIGIVOLVE TO.....HALSEMON THE WINGS OF LOVE."
Miyako smiled lightly and climbed upon her Digimon's back. Easily he toke flight, his great wings flapping effortlessly through air. It was wounderful. The feel of the air carresing her skin, the taste of sweet nature swimming through the wind.
Throwing back her head she wished she had wings of her own to soar the sky, even if flying with Halsemon was more then she'd ever imagended-haveing her own wings would have been even better. Smileing slightly she nuzzled downward agenst his fur.
The day in the Digital World passed quickly. For once it was rather uneventful. No new Control Spheres, from the latest gossip she'd heard he was too busy fighting the other Digidestined to spend his time re-conqesting some of the other areas.
Oh well. Ment less work and fighting for her anyway. Besides this way she could help re-build some of the Digimon Villages that had been destroyed in the fighting. So thats what she spent her day doing. Helping the free Digimon. It was nice really. Got her mind off things.
When the sun began to fall beneith the horizen she had Halsemon fly her back to the digiport. Hugging eachother close they bade eachother goodbye and Miyako let herself get sucked back into the computer. Miyako winced as she hit the soft carpet of her floor. She really had to find an easier way of landing after comeing from the Digital World. She was starting to get carbet-rash from landing so hard.
Laughing softly at her own thoughts Miyako rose from the floor and walked out of her bedroom. Strangly it was still empty. Shrugging her shoulders Miyako walked into the livingroom to get something to eat. Saveing another world sure did make you hungry. Grinning widely she pulled out some left-over pizza stuffed it into the micro-wave. Grabbing a Coke from the fridge she leaned agenst the counter and watched the numbers on the micro-wave tick downward.
Miyako jumped with a start though as the sound of the phone ringing cut through the thick siliance of the apartment. Patting her chest over her heart furiously she walked over to the phone. This was certinly odd. The phone rarely rang when she was home alone.
Slowly she lifted it off its cradle,"Hello?"Miyako said, uncertinty tinging her voice.
"Hey, Miyako-san. Its me, Ishida Yamato."
Miyako felt herself nearly fall. Ishida Yamato was calling her! What was up with this? What freakshow had she fallen into now? What was wrong with the universe.
Working up her voice Miyako forced it to take a bit of an edge,"Hai, what do you want Yamato-san?"
Miyako winced slightly, she could amost hear the guys smirk over the phone,"I was woundering if you could make it to my concert tomorrow night...I got you tickets."
Miyako frowned,"Why?"
"Thought maybe you and I could hang out more."
Miyako sighed, annoyance creeping through her,"What in Kami-sama's name is wrong with you Yamato-san? What is this? Some kind of, 'reach-out-to-tormented-freashmen-week?' I'm really not in the mood for one you or your buddies jokes."
"This isn't a joke!"he instested angrily,"I just thought maybe you'd like to hang out a bit."
"Whatever. Go find Jun or Sora, or one of the other girls in this school. 'Sides i've better things to do then be with you on a Saterday night."
"Like what? Play on your computer or study or read? Geez, have you no life?"
"I do so have a life! Stay out of my afairs, Yamato-san, your treading on thin ice so I suggest you back-off."
Yamato chuckled over the phone,"And why should I do that? Your kawaii when angry."
Miyako's face burned with embarrsement,"W-whatever."she stuttered
"Anyway, will you be there?"Miyako felt herself bink in suprise at the semi-pleadeing hope in his voice.
"I'll be there."Miyako felt herself saying.
"Great! Sayonara."
With that the phone went dead. Mechanicly Miyako hung it up her mind puzzled. Her life had just gotten a lot more complicated.
A.n.-What did you all think? I hope you all liked it^_^Please review, it really helps for me to see your support pluse puts motivation to write in me**nudge nudge** lol, peace out.