A.n.-Hello agine:)Sorry its taken me a while to get this out. I've been a tad busy lately. Also, I know concerts ussualy last 'till wee hours of the night but I cut it short, other whys the fic wouldn't make much sense.
Dedication-Kim, Kiete, Drea Yoarashi Megami, Dream-chan, R a v e, and Anichan. Thankyou all for the reviews!^_^
Dissclaimer-Ya, the song I have Yamato sing it ain't mine. Its called 'Eyes On Me' its the theme to Final Fantasy 8, sung by Faye Wong. I know its a slow song, and that Yamato is a Rock Star, but well this song just fits them so well I couldn't resite. I twicked one part of the Lyrics though to fit Yamto and Miyako better though. Enjoy the fic:)
Inoue Miyako's room was in a diseray as she paced, throwing outfitts over her shoulder as she did so. Part of her kept asking why she was makeing such a big deal out of this. Yea, so he was the lead singer of the band he'd gotten her a ticket for...that was no resone to make a big deal out of it. It was probbly just some prank anyway. She was probbly just setting herself up for some heartbreak.
But she didn't care.
She was going to show up looking as best as she could and..maybe he'd see her in another light. Maybe, just maybe, he'd see past the sarcastic-remarks and her smarts. Maybe see the girl beneith...
Miyako snorted lightly. What was she thinking? She was sounding like some hopeless romantic or fan girl of Ishida's.
'Not that you hadn't dreamed of him asking you on a date.'a part of her mind piped up.
Rolling her eyes heavenward Miyako ran a hand through her dark lavender hair. Sometimes inner voices can be a pain in the neck. They always reminded you things at the most awkward of times. Suddenly a black dress caught her eye. Frowning she pulled it out. She'd bought it months ago on pure impluse, never beliveing that she'd ever wear it anywhere outside the boundries of her own bedroom.
Licking her lips she glanced over at the clock. It was late in afternoon the 3:30 p.m...and the concert started at 5 o' clock! Forceing down her panic at being late and swallowing back the little voice that told her she was being foolish, Miyako began to get ready for what she felt would be a night to rember. If she'd only known how right she was...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nervously, the child of pure love walked into the club where the Teenage Wolves played loudly. A faint flush fought to climb her neck as she walked into the the admist of fans. The phrase 'small fish in a big pond' came to mind as she made her way through. This wasn't her world. Her world consited of books, school, and saveing the Digital World. Not make-up, short-dresses, and partying all night. For that was the worlds of all those around her.
Insicurly she twirled a lock of hair on finger. She was a little late, due to traffic and that her brother had grilled her for a while about the 'ways of guys'. Some girls got it from their father she got it from her sarcastic brother. Who, for once, had seemed genuinly concered for her. Kami-sama, it was pretty ironic really. He treated her with the up-most disrespect then, acted like her really cared. Ah, the mystrey of ones brethen.
Miyako felt a blush climb her face as she saw a guy cheaking her out. Turning away, she self-counisly smoothed her dress. It was black with transperent spigitti straps. The velvot black dress was short, reaching her thigh's in length. It clung agenst her curves and every movement like a glove. Black stelto heels gave her another half-inch on her hight.
Slowly she rose her gaze for the first time to the band playing on the stage. There, blound hair gleaming under the spotlights he stood. Bright icy eyes survaing the crowd with conceiled emotion as he sang. At that momment time seemed to slow as icy blue meet golden head-on.
It was like being struck by lighting, was the only way Miyako could describe it. For the first time in her life, she felt as though she was drowning and didn't want to rise from it. His eyes held her, drawing her in. They seemed to see right through her, see through every barrior and destroy every defense she had not take a leap of faith in allowing any emotion aside from anger for him grow.
At that momment the song ended and Miyako couldn't stop herself from getting closer. Silently she made her way along the wall, the shadows that fell on her giveing her little comfert for she could see his eyes following her every movent.
He seemed to smile slightly at her as he began to speak,"E-everyone, I know so far tonight I've played all the songs you've heard and love...But now, I-I want to play something a little different. Its dedicated to a certine girl out here tonight that made me see beyound the surface of things...I-I won't say her name becouse she knows who she is. I know she and I always had a rocky relationship, but I hope this song will help her see certine things. Anyway, its called 'Eyes On Me'.
The crowd was deafingly silent as the first few cords to the song were plucked. Miyako was frozen to her spot as the music captured her. She couldn't move. She couldn't have run if she wanted to.
"Whenever I sang my songs
On this date on my own.
I never said my words
Wishing they would be heard
I saw you smilin' at me
Was it real or just my fantasy?
You'd always be there In the corner
Of this tiny little room
But last night here for you
Same o' songs
Just once more
But last night here with you
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly put your eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had my eye on you?
Miyako felt her breath stop in her throat. He had his eye on her? All this time? All the argueing....all of everything he'd....had feelings for her? The thought seemed so absurd at first....
'but what if?'she thought silently, hope kindling in her heart.
Unable to break her gaze from his she stared into those icy orbs with no desire to look away. Sincerity rang from those eyes if oceon blue.
Darlin' so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you never hurt
As if you never doubt
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinchs so softly
So unsure
I promise you then
I will know that you are no dream.
So let me come to you
Close as I wanna be
Close enough for me
To feel your heart
Beating fast
And say there are also whisper
How I love how you place your eyes on me
Did you ever know
I had my eye on you?
Close? He wanted to be close to her? But she thought for sure that he hated her. Loathed her very essence and wished she would disspear so he'd be rid of her horridouse precence. But no....he'd cared....
Darlin' so share with me
Your love if you have enough
Tears if your holding back
Of pain if thats what it is.
How can let you know
I'm more then a tracks and a voice
Just reach beyound
And you will know
That you are not dreaming
Pain? How could he have seen her pain, she'd thought she'd hiden it so well. Hiden it behind a sheild of silence and defince to the world. Reach beyound the surface? But to what? What if when she let her sheilds down for him, he hurt her? What if when she gave him her heart, what gurrantee did she have that he would not break it?
Darlin' so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you never hurt
As if you never doubt
Shall I be the one for you
That you softly, but sure
I promise you then
I will know you are no dream..."
By the end of the song Miyako felt her heart thuding loudly in her chest. For the first time in a long time Miyako felt her defensies crumble compleatly and she didn't feel vulnerble. Slowly she glanced at her watch. The concert itself would be over in a half hour. She'd talk to Yamto then. Get some answers. See if the love she felt through the song was true. Leaning farther into the shadows Miyako waited. Pateince was not her virtue...that was for sure..
~*~*~*~
Time passed supriseingly quickly. As the band walked off stage one of Yamato's secerity walked up to her.
"He wants you to meet him, the bridge that goes over 'heart break' river. 11:00 sharp."His voice was husky, and low. Obviously showing, noone eles was to know.
Miyako looked at him in suprise, barely manageing to nodd her head. Instently the securety man walked away toward the back of the stage. Turning abruptly she made her way to the exite. Not long after walking out she saw her brothers car waiting.
"Ryou-chan, what are you doing here?"
"Yea, like i'm really gonna let ya walk home. Get in."He responded, his voice leaveing no room for argument. But then, Miyako wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Quickly she opened the door and slipped in. The dark cared smelled of old plastic and bannanas. The ride home to the apartment was filled with a silece that the two Inoue's had rarely, if ever, experinced. By nature they were, loud and roudy bunch. Silence was deafing, but for Inoue Miyako this was a silence she welcomeed with open arms. For silence can be savior. It can save one from unwated questions, it can hold you close in a coocoon of safety. But it also leaves room for allowing memorys unwanted to rise.
Reaching the apartment all too soon, Miyako hurried past her brother into the building, up the elevater and into their apartment. Quickly she pulled off her stelito heels, holding them in her hand she hurried into her room, a goofy smile fleetingly crossing her face. Carelessly she dropped her shoes in a corner of her room.
Biteing her bottem lip in anticpation she striped out of her dress and tights. Running over to her disary of a closet, nearly tripping over a few dressed discarded carelessly on the lavender carpeted floor. Blindly she pulled out a small dark red shirt that had the symble for fire enblazed on the front. Running over to her dresser she pulled out a pair of dark blue, glitter-speckled bell-bottem jeans. Carefully she ran a hand through her hair. Smoothing down tangles that didn't exist.
Slowly she glanced at the clock. She had 15 minutes before she had to meet Yamato. Fluffing her hair slightly she stuck her head out the door.
"RYOU! I'M GOING TO BED!"her voice echoed softly over the walls.
"WHATEVER!"
She laughed silently at his response.
He was back.
Quickly she shut the door, locking it softly as she did so. Turning she ran grabed a small blue-jean jacket from the floor and went over to her window. Barely hesitation she climbed out and onto the fire-escape. Sucking in a breath she climbed down, her heart thuding loudly in her chest.
She had to hurry if she wanted to meet Yamato in time. Inwardly she shut off the side of herself that told her to turn and walk home, walk away from whatever it was that Yamato was offering her.
But she couldn't.
She wouldn't.
The air was brisk and warm agenst her fleash as she ran. A smile crept across her face as she went. Never had she felt so light--and carefree. It filled her every essence and made her heart pound with unspeakeble joy. Such an awkward, yet joyous feeling really.
The bridge wasn't much farther now.
Speeding up she saw it slip into veiw. The white marble bridge gleemed brightly in the liquid silver light of the moon. She slow to a stop on the middle of it, her eyes falling onto the crystalin water with an excited glow.
She felt so happy, the feeling seemed nearly foergn. She hadn't felt so elated in a very long time. Being in the Digital World with Hawkmon and soaring through the sky was wonderful, and haveing him as a friend brought her much joy. But.....it wasn't the same thing like what she was feeling now.
Knowing that someone cared for her....that--dare she think it--love her gave her a feeling like she was on a roller coaster that she didn't want to end.
The sudden footsteps to her right nearly made her heart leap from her chest. Feeling a shy smile brighten her lips she turned.
There he stood.
His short golden hair gleamed in the moonlight, his bright blue eyes glittered with a secret unknown to all but him. He was dressed simply in a pair of black jeans and a blue shirt with a black jacket.
Sexy as hell though.
As always.
Miyako nearly blushed at her thought, though she knew it to be true. She'd seen him before, but never really _looked_. Mainly becouse he'd been such a jerk....but looking back maybe that was simply the only way he could think of to show his affections. A strange theory perhapes but the only one she could really think of at the momment.
"You came."He said softly, though his voice conveined that he'd expected her to be there. As though he'd known she would show. That she wouldn't turn her back and forget that this night had happened.
"The song was for me."she stated softly, knowing already it to be true.
"Yes."
Finnaly she asked _the_ question.."Did you mean it?"Her voice was timid, as though fearing his response.
"....Yes..."
For a secoud she thought she saw a flash of regreat glimmer in his eyes, but it was gone so fast Miyako didn't know if she'd imagined it or not.
A soft smile curveing her lips Miyako boldly steped closer to him and kissed him firmly on the lips. Passion flared in her blood as she felt his arms wrap around her body. When she felt his tounge flicker at her lips she gasped in suprise, opening the gateway of her mouth to his curiouse tounge.
Instenctivly she leaned closer, intwineing her tounge with his in a courtship dance she never wanted to end. She felt the silky softness of his hair as she ran her hands through the strait mass of it. Suddenly a bright light flashed at her closed eyes.
Reluctently she broke the kiss to see Sakon Chiba and a few others of Yamato's group standing around them, Golden eyes widned as she saw that held loosly in Chiba's hands was a camera.
Confusion marred her face as she looked up at Yamato whos features were contorted with a rage of hormonal passion perhapes....and also.....was that regreat staining his features? Pity perhapes?
'whats going on?' she thought franticly, her hands squeezing the color of Yamato's jacket.
Sakon slapped Yamato on the back and stuffed a 50 doller bill into his pocket.
"Didn't think you'd actually get her to do it. Guess you are the master, Yamato-san."
Hurt burst through Miyako as she tore herself from his arms,"A _Bet_!!!!!! This was a BET!"she yelled, fury riseing within her to match the pain that flared to life so hard within.
Yamato swallowed hard,"Hai, Miya--"
Miyako snarled in fury,"You've no right to call me by my name, Ishida-san!!"she stated coldly.
He ran a nervose hand through his hair,"It was...Just a joke, Mi--Inoue-san."he corrcted quickly.
Tears over flowed her eyes and fell down her cheeks. Wasteing on time Miyako steped forward and backhanded the young rockstar hard across the face.
"You-you-"Miyako sputtered for an insult at last she sneered,"Any insult wouldn't do you justice, Ishida-san!"
Sakon laughed as he noticed the tears flowing down her cheeks,"Aw, a little hurt Miyako-san?"
Golden eyes flashed fire,"Do not test me, Chiba!"
Ignoreing her obviouse fury and the fact that he was walking on thin ice Sakon persisted on,"This shouldn't be such a shock, Miyako-san,-"
"Inoue-san to you."She interrupted angerly.
"--it shouldn't suprise you,"He countinued on as though not noticeing the interruption,"That a guy had to payed to even kiss or even say they like you, your just some little geek Miyako-san. Its about time you learned your place anyway. Noone likes you, noone ever will."
Miyako staggered slightly as though she'd been hit. Tears of pain streamed down her face as she wirled are on her heel and ran.
Ran from them.
Ran from the pain, the humilation, their cruelty.
"Baka...baka...."she chocked out between the sobs that claimed her as she ran.
On and on she ran untill she made her way to the Odabia bridge. She wasn't far now. Home. She had to get home.
'whats left there?'her mind whispered,'you'll have to face them next week at school anway.'
"Digital...world...."she mummered as she made her way farther through the empty streets as she nearly stumbled comeing off the edge of the bridge.
Hai. She could hide in the Digital World. Hide from her pain....her fury...her humilation....and most of all him..
Faster and faster she ran, her feet hardly seemed to touch the cold ground beneith her feet. As she reached her building she climbed the fire escape quickly and fell on her bed, wraping herself in a tight emotinal ball as she did so.
Pain flew passionetly through her as she squeezed her eyes shut and let the sobs clutch her close. Slowly she got up off the bed and grabed her Digivice. Quickly she opened a Digital Gate and pressed her Digivice shakely agenst her.
Secouds past and she found herself stareing at the dark forests of the Digital World. Pushing her mask on top of her head she looked around.
What she sought soon crept from the shadows, its dark brown wings rustling lightly in the wind.
Through bleary eyes she noticed her Digital Partner was in his DigiArmor form. But she didn't care. Wasteing no time Miyako ran forward and wraped her arms around his neck.
"Miya-chan?"Halsemon said worridly as it nuzzled agenst her,"Whats wrong? Whats happened?"
His questions fell on deaf ears as Miyako cried harder. Her world had tumbled down, crashing into a thousand shards.......
A.n.-What did you think? Too OCC'ness? Did the chap suck? Too predictble? Please review:)Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes......this hasn't been edited and I wanted to put it up as soon as possible. It'll be edited later though, promise^_~
Dedication-Kim, Kiete, Drea Yoarashi Megami, Dream-chan, R a v e, and Anichan. Thankyou all for the reviews!^_^
Dissclaimer-Ya, the song I have Yamato sing it ain't mine. Its called 'Eyes On Me' its the theme to Final Fantasy 8, sung by Faye Wong. I know its a slow song, and that Yamato is a Rock Star, but well this song just fits them so well I couldn't resite. I twicked one part of the Lyrics though to fit Yamto and Miyako better though. Enjoy the fic:)
Inoue Miyako's room was in a diseray as she paced, throwing outfitts over her shoulder as she did so. Part of her kept asking why she was makeing such a big deal out of this. Yea, so he was the lead singer of the band he'd gotten her a ticket for...that was no resone to make a big deal out of it. It was probbly just some prank anyway. She was probbly just setting herself up for some heartbreak.
But she didn't care.
She was going to show up looking as best as she could and..maybe he'd see her in another light. Maybe, just maybe, he'd see past the sarcastic-remarks and her smarts. Maybe see the girl beneith...
Miyako snorted lightly. What was she thinking? She was sounding like some hopeless romantic or fan girl of Ishida's.
'Not that you hadn't dreamed of him asking you on a date.'a part of her mind piped up.
Rolling her eyes heavenward Miyako ran a hand through her dark lavender hair. Sometimes inner voices can be a pain in the neck. They always reminded you things at the most awkward of times. Suddenly a black dress caught her eye. Frowning she pulled it out. She'd bought it months ago on pure impluse, never beliveing that she'd ever wear it anywhere outside the boundries of her own bedroom.
Licking her lips she glanced over at the clock. It was late in afternoon the 3:30 p.m...and the concert started at 5 o' clock! Forceing down her panic at being late and swallowing back the little voice that told her she was being foolish, Miyako began to get ready for what she felt would be a night to rember. If she'd only known how right she was...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nervously, the child of pure love walked into the club where the Teenage Wolves played loudly. A faint flush fought to climb her neck as she walked into the the admist of fans. The phrase 'small fish in a big pond' came to mind as she made her way through. This wasn't her world. Her world consited of books, school, and saveing the Digital World. Not make-up, short-dresses, and partying all night. For that was the worlds of all those around her.
Insicurly she twirled a lock of hair on finger. She was a little late, due to traffic and that her brother had grilled her for a while about the 'ways of guys'. Some girls got it from their father she got it from her sarcastic brother. Who, for once, had seemed genuinly concered for her. Kami-sama, it was pretty ironic really. He treated her with the up-most disrespect then, acted like her really cared. Ah, the mystrey of ones brethen.
Miyako felt a blush climb her face as she saw a guy cheaking her out. Turning away, she self-counisly smoothed her dress. It was black with transperent spigitti straps. The velvot black dress was short, reaching her thigh's in length. It clung agenst her curves and every movement like a glove. Black stelto heels gave her another half-inch on her hight.
Slowly she rose her gaze for the first time to the band playing on the stage. There, blound hair gleaming under the spotlights he stood. Bright icy eyes survaing the crowd with conceiled emotion as he sang. At that momment time seemed to slow as icy blue meet golden head-on.
It was like being struck by lighting, was the only way Miyako could describe it. For the first time in her life, she felt as though she was drowning and didn't want to rise from it. His eyes held her, drawing her in. They seemed to see right through her, see through every barrior and destroy every defense she had not take a leap of faith in allowing any emotion aside from anger for him grow.
At that momment the song ended and Miyako couldn't stop herself from getting closer. Silently she made her way along the wall, the shadows that fell on her giveing her little comfert for she could see his eyes following her every movent.
He seemed to smile slightly at her as he began to speak,"E-everyone, I know so far tonight I've played all the songs you've heard and love...But now, I-I want to play something a little different. Its dedicated to a certine girl out here tonight that made me see beyound the surface of things...I-I won't say her name becouse she knows who she is. I know she and I always had a rocky relationship, but I hope this song will help her see certine things. Anyway, its called 'Eyes On Me'.
The crowd was deafingly silent as the first few cords to the song were plucked. Miyako was frozen to her spot as the music captured her. She couldn't move. She couldn't have run if she wanted to.
"Whenever I sang my songs
On this date on my own.
I never said my words
Wishing they would be heard
I saw you smilin' at me
Was it real or just my fantasy?
You'd always be there In the corner
Of this tiny little room
But last night here for you
Same o' songs
Just once more
But last night here with you
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly put your eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had my eye on you?
Miyako felt her breath stop in her throat. He had his eye on her? All this time? All the argueing....all of everything he'd....had feelings for her? The thought seemed so absurd at first....
'but what if?'she thought silently, hope kindling in her heart.
Unable to break her gaze from his she stared into those icy orbs with no desire to look away. Sincerity rang from those eyes if oceon blue.
Darlin' so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you never hurt
As if you never doubt
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinchs so softly
So unsure
I promise you then
I will know that you are no dream.
So let me come to you
Close as I wanna be
Close enough for me
To feel your heart
Beating fast
And say there are also whisper
How I love how you place your eyes on me
Did you ever know
I had my eye on you?
Close? He wanted to be close to her? But she thought for sure that he hated her. Loathed her very essence and wished she would disspear so he'd be rid of her horridouse precence. But no....he'd cared....
Darlin' so share with me
Your love if you have enough
Tears if your holding back
Of pain if thats what it is.
How can let you know
I'm more then a tracks and a voice
Just reach beyound
And you will know
That you are not dreaming
Pain? How could he have seen her pain, she'd thought she'd hiden it so well. Hiden it behind a sheild of silence and defince to the world. Reach beyound the surface? But to what? What if when she let her sheilds down for him, he hurt her? What if when she gave him her heart, what gurrantee did she have that he would not break it?
Darlin' so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you never hurt
As if you never doubt
Shall I be the one for you
That you softly, but sure
I promise you then
I will know you are no dream..."
By the end of the song Miyako felt her heart thuding loudly in her chest. For the first time in a long time Miyako felt her defensies crumble compleatly and she didn't feel vulnerble. Slowly she glanced at her watch. The concert itself would be over in a half hour. She'd talk to Yamto then. Get some answers. See if the love she felt through the song was true. Leaning farther into the shadows Miyako waited. Pateince was not her virtue...that was for sure..
~*~*~*~
Time passed supriseingly quickly. As the band walked off stage one of Yamato's secerity walked up to her.
"He wants you to meet him, the bridge that goes over 'heart break' river. 11:00 sharp."His voice was husky, and low. Obviously showing, noone eles was to know.
Miyako looked at him in suprise, barely manageing to nodd her head. Instently the securety man walked away toward the back of the stage. Turning abruptly she made her way to the exite. Not long after walking out she saw her brothers car waiting.
"Ryou-chan, what are you doing here?"
"Yea, like i'm really gonna let ya walk home. Get in."He responded, his voice leaveing no room for argument. But then, Miyako wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Quickly she opened the door and slipped in. The dark cared smelled of old plastic and bannanas. The ride home to the apartment was filled with a silece that the two Inoue's had rarely, if ever, experinced. By nature they were, loud and roudy bunch. Silence was deafing, but for Inoue Miyako this was a silence she welcomeed with open arms. For silence can be savior. It can save one from unwated questions, it can hold you close in a coocoon of safety. But it also leaves room for allowing memorys unwanted to rise.
Reaching the apartment all too soon, Miyako hurried past her brother into the building, up the elevater and into their apartment. Quickly she pulled off her stelito heels, holding them in her hand she hurried into her room, a goofy smile fleetingly crossing her face. Carelessly she dropped her shoes in a corner of her room.
Biteing her bottem lip in anticpation she striped out of her dress and tights. Running over to her disary of a closet, nearly tripping over a few dressed discarded carelessly on the lavender carpeted floor. Blindly she pulled out a small dark red shirt that had the symble for fire enblazed on the front. Running over to her dresser she pulled out a pair of dark blue, glitter-speckled bell-bottem jeans. Carefully she ran a hand through her hair. Smoothing down tangles that didn't exist.
Slowly she glanced at the clock. She had 15 minutes before she had to meet Yamato. Fluffing her hair slightly she stuck her head out the door.
"RYOU! I'M GOING TO BED!"her voice echoed softly over the walls.
"WHATEVER!"
She laughed silently at his response.
He was back.
Quickly she shut the door, locking it softly as she did so. Turning she ran grabed a small blue-jean jacket from the floor and went over to her window. Barely hesitation she climbed out and onto the fire-escape. Sucking in a breath she climbed down, her heart thuding loudly in her chest.
She had to hurry if she wanted to meet Yamato in time. Inwardly she shut off the side of herself that told her to turn and walk home, walk away from whatever it was that Yamato was offering her.
But she couldn't.
She wouldn't.
The air was brisk and warm agenst her fleash as she ran. A smile crept across her face as she went. Never had she felt so light--and carefree. It filled her every essence and made her heart pound with unspeakeble joy. Such an awkward, yet joyous feeling really.
The bridge wasn't much farther now.
Speeding up she saw it slip into veiw. The white marble bridge gleemed brightly in the liquid silver light of the moon. She slow to a stop on the middle of it, her eyes falling onto the crystalin water with an excited glow.
She felt so happy, the feeling seemed nearly foergn. She hadn't felt so elated in a very long time. Being in the Digital World with Hawkmon and soaring through the sky was wonderful, and haveing him as a friend brought her much joy. But.....it wasn't the same thing like what she was feeling now.
Knowing that someone cared for her....that--dare she think it--love her gave her a feeling like she was on a roller coaster that she didn't want to end.
The sudden footsteps to her right nearly made her heart leap from her chest. Feeling a shy smile brighten her lips she turned.
There he stood.
His short golden hair gleamed in the moonlight, his bright blue eyes glittered with a secret unknown to all but him. He was dressed simply in a pair of black jeans and a blue shirt with a black jacket.
Sexy as hell though.
As always.
Miyako nearly blushed at her thought, though she knew it to be true. She'd seen him before, but never really _looked_. Mainly becouse he'd been such a jerk....but looking back maybe that was simply the only way he could think of to show his affections. A strange theory perhapes but the only one she could really think of at the momment.
"You came."He said softly, though his voice conveined that he'd expected her to be there. As though he'd known she would show. That she wouldn't turn her back and forget that this night had happened.
"The song was for me."she stated softly, knowing already it to be true.
"Yes."
Finnaly she asked _the_ question.."Did you mean it?"Her voice was timid, as though fearing his response.
"....Yes..."
For a secoud she thought she saw a flash of regreat glimmer in his eyes, but it was gone so fast Miyako didn't know if she'd imagined it or not.
A soft smile curveing her lips Miyako boldly steped closer to him and kissed him firmly on the lips. Passion flared in her blood as she felt his arms wrap around her body. When she felt his tounge flicker at her lips she gasped in suprise, opening the gateway of her mouth to his curiouse tounge.
Instenctivly she leaned closer, intwineing her tounge with his in a courtship dance she never wanted to end. She felt the silky softness of his hair as she ran her hands through the strait mass of it. Suddenly a bright light flashed at her closed eyes.
Reluctently she broke the kiss to see Sakon Chiba and a few others of Yamato's group standing around them, Golden eyes widned as she saw that held loosly in Chiba's hands was a camera.
Confusion marred her face as she looked up at Yamato whos features were contorted with a rage of hormonal passion perhapes....and also.....was that regreat staining his features? Pity perhapes?
'whats going on?' she thought franticly, her hands squeezing the color of Yamato's jacket.
Sakon slapped Yamato on the back and stuffed a 50 doller bill into his pocket.
"Didn't think you'd actually get her to do it. Guess you are the master, Yamato-san."
Hurt burst through Miyako as she tore herself from his arms,"A _Bet_!!!!!! This was a BET!"she yelled, fury riseing within her to match the pain that flared to life so hard within.
Yamato swallowed hard,"Hai, Miya--"
Miyako snarled in fury,"You've no right to call me by my name, Ishida-san!!"she stated coldly.
He ran a nervose hand through his hair,"It was...Just a joke, Mi--Inoue-san."he corrcted quickly.
Tears over flowed her eyes and fell down her cheeks. Wasteing on time Miyako steped forward and backhanded the young rockstar hard across the face.
"You-you-"Miyako sputtered for an insult at last she sneered,"Any insult wouldn't do you justice, Ishida-san!"
Sakon laughed as he noticed the tears flowing down her cheeks,"Aw, a little hurt Miyako-san?"
Golden eyes flashed fire,"Do not test me, Chiba!"
Ignoreing her obviouse fury and the fact that he was walking on thin ice Sakon persisted on,"This shouldn't be such a shock, Miyako-san,-"
"Inoue-san to you."She interrupted angerly.
"--it shouldn't suprise you,"He countinued on as though not noticeing the interruption,"That a guy had to payed to even kiss or even say they like you, your just some little geek Miyako-san. Its about time you learned your place anyway. Noone likes you, noone ever will."
Miyako staggered slightly as though she'd been hit. Tears of pain streamed down her face as she wirled are on her heel and ran.
Ran from them.
Ran from the pain, the humilation, their cruelty.
"Baka...baka...."she chocked out between the sobs that claimed her as she ran.
On and on she ran untill she made her way to the Odabia bridge. She wasn't far now. Home. She had to get home.
'whats left there?'her mind whispered,'you'll have to face them next week at school anway.'
"Digital...world...."she mummered as she made her way farther through the empty streets as she nearly stumbled comeing off the edge of the bridge.
Hai. She could hide in the Digital World. Hide from her pain....her fury...her humilation....and most of all him..
Faster and faster she ran, her feet hardly seemed to touch the cold ground beneith her feet. As she reached her building she climbed the fire escape quickly and fell on her bed, wraping herself in a tight emotinal ball as she did so.
Pain flew passionetly through her as she squeezed her eyes shut and let the sobs clutch her close. Slowly she got up off the bed and grabed her Digivice. Quickly she opened a Digital Gate and pressed her Digivice shakely agenst her.
Secouds past and she found herself stareing at the dark forests of the Digital World. Pushing her mask on top of her head she looked around.
What she sought soon crept from the shadows, its dark brown wings rustling lightly in the wind.
Through bleary eyes she noticed her Digital Partner was in his DigiArmor form. But she didn't care. Wasteing no time Miyako ran forward and wraped her arms around his neck.
"Miya-chan?"Halsemon said worridly as it nuzzled agenst her,"Whats wrong? Whats happened?"
His questions fell on deaf ears as Miyako cried harder. Her world had tumbled down, crashing into a thousand shards.......
A.n.-What did you think? Too OCC'ness? Did the chap suck? Too predictble? Please review:)Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes......this hasn't been edited and I wanted to put it up as soon as possible. It'll be edited later though, promise^_~