AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it's been a week and I'm sorry! But, it's been a busy and tiring week, and I'm also really lazy. =P I also had minor writer's block. Five bucks says none of you were prepared for me to engage Shuchion to who I did. ^_-
Oh, and my pet cats act exactly like Guilmon, Impmon, and Culumon. It's not a good thing.
Kiiroishi...
He was actually back, That was all she really needed to know. She was worried about where he was, where'd he gone...but she was certain he was all right. And if he wasn't, Jenrya would take care of him.
She'd almost lost both of them.
If Kiiroishi hadn't managed to get them out of danger, then they both would have died. If that had happened...
She could always go back to Ruki, of course. She'd have to. It wasn't like a Digimon could live on their own; nobody would let them have the opportunity in the first place.
Yet, it wasn't just that. Jenrya and Kiiroishi were her family. She loved them. That was why she was sure they would come back to her again.
Carefully avoiding the broken glass littering the room, Kyuubimon walked out of it.
They would be all right, all three of them. Because they were family.
I'm not going to say I patiently waited for the doctor. That would be an out and out lie, and I have more respect for the truth than that. It was a long, long, tense wait. I found out later from Aunt Shuchion that in reality it was about only ten minutes, but it felt like thirty hours. I just sat in the room grandpa had told me was free. I'm pretty sure it was dad's old room.
I looked around the room as I sat on the bed. I wonder what it was like for my grandparents when I came around. I know that Dad had been around fifteen at the time, and there was no way he could take care of me all on my own. Mom couldn't have either. She was a Digimon and didn't have any knowledge whatsoever about human children.
So I had lived here until I was nine, and then I had moved out to our house to live with Mom and Dad. It must have been hard on them those first few years -- taking care of their son's son, along with that son and his younger sister.
And I can't even possibly imagine how it must have been for mom and dad. I was only two years from being dad's age, and even that much time probably wouldn't make me ready for a responsibility like that. Then there was mom. It must have been a complete shock. Digimon don't even have children, and yet here she was the mother of a hybrid child?
Things had worked themselves out, though. My grandparents had been extremely supportive, and with their help my parents had managed to become the loving ones I had today.
I felt tears spring to my eyes. How could I have been so blind? I hadn't even realized fully that I was attacking them until it was almost too late. I walked up to the mirror in the room. I still had the purple hair, ears, and tails. My eyes were still specked with orange. I wondered if I would ever look like my old self again.
Aunt Shuchion walked in my room, carrying a small pile of clothes. She caught me just sitting on the bed and gave me a worried look.
"You haven't gone to sleep?" she asked me.
I shook my head softly.
"Can't." I said. She smiled at me, and then sat down next to me on the bed.
"I know what you mean. I'm worried too." she put a hand on my shoulder, then kept on talking.
"He'll be all right, don't you doubt that for a moment. He's always pulled through and he will now." Aunt Shuchion suddenly giggled. Then I noticed a ring on her finger.
"You mean that..." I whispered softly.
Aunt Shuchion smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Hiiro-kun gave it to me last night. I was going to tell your dad today, actually." she told me, answering my question.
I shook my head. "Dad isn't going to like this." I warned her. She smiled again.
"Oh, I know he isn't. He just can't stand the thought that his little sister is being corrupted." She giggled again, and then bent down to whisper something in my ear. "What he doesn't know is that it's the other way around." she whispered playfully.
"AUNT SHUCHION!" I yelled in embarrassment, feeling my face grow red. She giggled again.
"Oh, calm down. I'm just teasing," she said. She smiled as she inspected the ring on her finger.
"He really shouldn't be patronizing me, though. It's not like any fool can't see through him as clear as glass..." Aunt Shuchion mused aloud.
"Hm?" I said, baffled. Exactly what was she talking about? Aunt Shuchion then turned to me and realized how confused I was. She laughed nervously.
"Never mind, Kiiroishi. Never mind." she said quickly. She got up from the bed and the placed some clothes on a nearby desk. A black shirt, orange vest, and brown pants.
"Now it's time for you to go to sleep. You can change into those when you wake up and then just head downstairs. The doctor will probably be done with your dad by then, and then you can have to eat. Now let me tuck you in."
Despite my protests, Aunt Shuchion did get me off the bed and into it. Then I fell into a deep sleep.
A girl sat out on the window railing. Her skin was very pale. Her straight hair was black and reached to the middle of her neck where it ended in a messy chop. She was dressed in a baggy black tank top and tight-fitting white jeans. Her outfit ended with a pair of black-and-red flip-flops.
She finished peeping in the window and seemed satisfied. Suddenly a boy with equally pale skin and shockingly red hair jumped down the sill. His hair was much neater than his companion's was. It ended at the nape of his neck. You could tell he took great care of it. He was wearing a bright red shirt, blue jeans, and black and white sneakers. The girl glanced at him, apparently not impressed by his jump.
"He's asleep." she reported to the redhead.
The boy grinned. "I suppose we should let our brother sleep, eh, Devi?" he asked cordially.
She laughed a girlish, yet evil, laugh. She smiled, showing her very white, pointy, teeth.
"Might as well, Grey. He'll need it."
Oh, and my pet cats act exactly like Guilmon, Impmon, and Culumon. It's not a good thing.
Kiiroishi...
He was actually back, That was all she really needed to know. She was worried about where he was, where'd he gone...but she was certain he was all right. And if he wasn't, Jenrya would take care of him.
She'd almost lost both of them.
If Kiiroishi hadn't managed to get them out of danger, then they both would have died. If that had happened...
She could always go back to Ruki, of course. She'd have to. It wasn't like a Digimon could live on their own; nobody would let them have the opportunity in the first place.
Yet, it wasn't just that. Jenrya and Kiiroishi were her family. She loved them. That was why she was sure they would come back to her again.
Carefully avoiding the broken glass littering the room, Kyuubimon walked out of it.
They would be all right, all three of them. Because they were family.
I'm not going to say I patiently waited for the doctor. That would be an out and out lie, and I have more respect for the truth than that. It was a long, long, tense wait. I found out later from Aunt Shuchion that in reality it was about only ten minutes, but it felt like thirty hours. I just sat in the room grandpa had told me was free. I'm pretty sure it was dad's old room.
I looked around the room as I sat on the bed. I wonder what it was like for my grandparents when I came around. I know that Dad had been around fifteen at the time, and there was no way he could take care of me all on my own. Mom couldn't have either. She was a Digimon and didn't have any knowledge whatsoever about human children.
So I had lived here until I was nine, and then I had moved out to our house to live with Mom and Dad. It must have been hard on them those first few years -- taking care of their son's son, along with that son and his younger sister.
And I can't even possibly imagine how it must have been for mom and dad. I was only two years from being dad's age, and even that much time probably wouldn't make me ready for a responsibility like that. Then there was mom. It must have been a complete shock. Digimon don't even have children, and yet here she was the mother of a hybrid child?
Things had worked themselves out, though. My grandparents had been extremely supportive, and with their help my parents had managed to become the loving ones I had today.
I felt tears spring to my eyes. How could I have been so blind? I hadn't even realized fully that I was attacking them until it was almost too late. I walked up to the mirror in the room. I still had the purple hair, ears, and tails. My eyes were still specked with orange. I wondered if I would ever look like my old self again.
Aunt Shuchion walked in my room, carrying a small pile of clothes. She caught me just sitting on the bed and gave me a worried look.
"You haven't gone to sleep?" she asked me.
I shook my head softly.
"Can't." I said. She smiled at me, and then sat down next to me on the bed.
"I know what you mean. I'm worried too." she put a hand on my shoulder, then kept on talking.
"He'll be all right, don't you doubt that for a moment. He's always pulled through and he will now." Aunt Shuchion suddenly giggled. Then I noticed a ring on her finger.
"You mean that..." I whispered softly.
Aunt Shuchion smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Hiiro-kun gave it to me last night. I was going to tell your dad today, actually." she told me, answering my question.
I shook my head. "Dad isn't going to like this." I warned her. She smiled again.
"Oh, I know he isn't. He just can't stand the thought that his little sister is being corrupted." She giggled again, and then bent down to whisper something in my ear. "What he doesn't know is that it's the other way around." she whispered playfully.
"AUNT SHUCHION!" I yelled in embarrassment, feeling my face grow red. She giggled again.
"Oh, calm down. I'm just teasing," she said. She smiled as she inspected the ring on her finger.
"He really shouldn't be patronizing me, though. It's not like any fool can't see through him as clear as glass..." Aunt Shuchion mused aloud.
"Hm?" I said, baffled. Exactly what was she talking about? Aunt Shuchion then turned to me and realized how confused I was. She laughed nervously.
"Never mind, Kiiroishi. Never mind." she said quickly. She got up from the bed and the placed some clothes on a nearby desk. A black shirt, orange vest, and brown pants.
"Now it's time for you to go to sleep. You can change into those when you wake up and then just head downstairs. The doctor will probably be done with your dad by then, and then you can have to eat. Now let me tuck you in."
Despite my protests, Aunt Shuchion did get me off the bed and into it. Then I fell into a deep sleep.
A girl sat out on the window railing. Her skin was very pale. Her straight hair was black and reached to the middle of her neck where it ended in a messy chop. She was dressed in a baggy black tank top and tight-fitting white jeans. Her outfit ended with a pair of black-and-red flip-flops.
She finished peeping in the window and seemed satisfied. Suddenly a boy with equally pale skin and shockingly red hair jumped down the sill. His hair was much neater than his companion's was. It ended at the nape of his neck. You could tell he took great care of it. He was wearing a bright red shirt, blue jeans, and black and white sneakers. The girl glanced at him, apparently not impressed by his jump.
"He's asleep." she reported to the redhead.
The boy grinned. "I suppose we should let our brother sleep, eh, Devi?" he asked cordially.
She laughed a girlish, yet evil, laugh. She smiled, showing her very white, pointy, teeth.
"Might as well, Grey. He'll need it."