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Chapter 5
Danishka reranturante realivity: Time to return to reality
Where what you want to happen
Doesn't
And what you don't want to happen
Happen anyway
So why bother with time
to return to reality?
I can feel myself returning to consciousness. It's almost as if I'm rising up, I still see the darkness around me, but I can see the light up ahead. It becomes too bright, envelopes me in a conquering fashion, but the worse part is that I haven't even opened my eyes yet.
"Sky…."
I've been calling for her everytime that I had awaken, but each time the old woman had answered, whispering soothing words, but none letting on to where she was. I miss her with a pain, a feeling in the pit of my whole body, and it is sometimes too much to bear. I felt vaguely warm, and noticed that something, or someone is holding onto my hand in a simple and soft effort.
"I'm here…"
My heart stopped for a mere second, before speeding up at the sound of her soft voice. I was never able to detect her presence, but she always was there for me. What had made this time different in which she had to leave me? She sounded somewhat….tired? Frustrated?
My eyes open to the light, and after adjusting, I take in the image of her before me. She looks different somehow, but her appearance is the same. She has glasses over her eyes, she rarely took those off, and I understood without a doubt as to why. Her clothes were dirty, and there was a cheerful smile on her face at looking upon me. I smiled despite the pain that was still affecting my back, which seared through my whole body as I struggled to sit up. She helped me without having to be asked, and I silently thanked her for it.
My eyes wandered around the room, which was mostly a motel-sort of fashion. The bed was semi-large, enough to hold a couple, as was the next bed to my right. Right behind Sky…..
"Who -?"
"Shhh…it took me awhile to convince him to sleep. I don't think he's recognized me yet…"
She whispered to me, and I take in the boy behind her. A simple sheet covered him, chest bare, as were his legs, and he slept in a rather large fashion, spread out all over the bed. I smiled at how he looked, and bit back a laugh. Dark features in the face, a tag and crest around his neck, and a peaceful expression was shown. At the foot of his bed were his folded pants, shirt, shoes, socks, and a sword to top it all off.
Is this truly the boy who she thinks incessantly about?
"I fear that he has come on mission rather than by request…."
Her voice is filled with such sadness that I feel it in my own heart, tugging at it with an invisible force that would make anyone capable of tears to cry. Sky was usually so good at controling her gift, but at this moment I understood why she was so frustrated. I would feel absolutely furious if someone that I once knew didn't recognize me, or had only come when it is a dire emergency. It's terribly inconsiderate to do such a thing to a girl whose heart had already been given to him.
I draw her into my flaming arms, hoping against hope that she was wrong, and he had finally came to see her….just to see her….and nothing more….
As she relaxed in my arms, my mind spirals to the past, to when I had first held someone like this. The little girl, what was her name? oh yeah, Kiki, was the only childhood-friend that I had ever known. I had found her crying one morning, before the sun came up, and thought of a way to comfort her. I had seen Yokomon in the village hold eachother when the other was crying, and suprisingly, it worked for most of them. So, I gathered her up in my arms, and held her as she cried. After a few minutes, I became aware that she was no longer moving in my arms. I drew her back to look at her, only to find a charred and still burning girl in my arms. I had tried everything that I could to save her, separating myself from her, pouring water on her, yelling for help….everything….
The Yokomon told me that it wasn't entirely my fault, that I hadn't known what I was doing….But I still banished myself into the volcano, into the firey pit of hell, and hoped that it would burn like I had done to Kiki. It had refused, and just as I was about to throw myself into it, when I had ultimately given up on myself, Sky found me. She begged me to come back to the outside world, that by dying it wouldn't help anyone, but indeed, cause more harm by taking away all of the good that I could accomplish. It was a tremendous discovery when I found out that I could touch her without…..
"He's changed a lot…well physically…"
Sky murmured into my flame resistant shirt as she snuggled closer to me. Indeed, he had changed a lot in both mind and body since the first time that I had seen him so many years ago. Almost seven years ago, when the Digidestined had first stumbled upon the Yokomon Village. When they had first saved me from destroying not only myself, but everything in sight. He had been a lot shorter then, not nearly as well built, and his hair was a bit more uncontrollable than it is now.
I unconsciously run my fingers through her semi-long hair, which I knew she would cut soon. She never liked it long, but it was a gorgeous sight to see her with her hair cut in that simple fashion that she usually had. When did it get so long? How long have I been ill? And where was she when I was sick? I look over at the other bed to see the boy half sitting, half lying in the bed with his dark eyes unreadably staring at us. Sky probably hadn't even noticed that he was awake yet…
"Danishka travoliante de mondeneta Kirkabishka." Time to play hostess once more, my Sister.
"Danishka reranturante realivity Kirkabishko." Time to return to reality, my Brother.
It was her response whenever we had to do something that we didn't want to do, or whenever dreaded 'what if' circumstances came up. It wasn't hard to see why, but none the less she stayed locked in my embrace for a few more selfish minutes, and then pulled away from me.
It was always strange when she hugged me, I could feel the heat radiating off of her once she came into contact with me, but once she left a sudden coldness would come upon me that was ironic compared to my flaming tolerance to heat. I watched as she got up off of the bed, and pulled the simple sheet that was ontop of me off in her clutched hands, not even realizing that she was leaving me without a blanket of any sort as she left the room. She did that all of the time, she would come into my room, sleep or talk or do anything while I was in here, and would take something that she had unconsciously latched onto with her. Of course, the first few times she did that she didn't realize it until the next day, but she had gotten alot better at it, and would catch herself in the next five minutes that she had taken it. The first time I saw her do it, I thought she was just taking it because she wanted it, but after it happened repeatedly, I came to the conclusion that she found comfort in the items that she took, whether or not she knew it, and would keep it until her consciousness told her of it.
Smiling at her retreating form as it turned the corner, the white sheet dragging behind her in a cute fashion, I looked over at the boy whose emotions could be read easily: he looked somewhat between amused and perplexed as he stared at the door that Sky had left through. Chuckling slightly, which I soon stopped as I felt the pain sear through the small of my back, I swung my feet over the side of the bed. I stretched to my full height before turning towards the dark haired man in the bed next to mine, who was watching me with interest. Just as I was about to say something, Sky's voice rings through the hall into the bedroom, "Food will be done in a minute! Hurry up Kirkabishko, and you too, Stranger!"
We didn't waste any time on the clothes that we pratically threw onto ourselves, before I was half-racing/half-leading the 'stranger' down the hall into the kitchen. It was a somewhat small kitchen, having very little accessories, and a small table for four people. Sky was just finishing laying out the silverware as we came barging into the kitchen; the look on her face seemed quite amused as we both blushed like little boys before hurrying to sit down.
I sipped on my soup lightly, glancing at how Sky ate hers slowly, and then not being able to tear my eyes away from Taichi as he seemed to gulp down his food. When I had managed to glance back at Sky, she was smiling -half trying to hide it-, and I turned my attention back to watch the show. After a couple of minutes, in which he ate most of the food on the table, he noticed how I was staring at him, and gulped down the last of the food in his mouth before sheepishly blushing at the both of us. Deciding that conversation would be the best way to go, I asked what seemed quite natural, although my sore throat seemed to distort it slightly from my normally calm voice, "So, what are you brings you here?"
"My name's Taichi, and I'm supposed to meet with a friend of mine, she asked for an escort. It took longer than I had expected to get here-"
I barely took notice of how Sky stared more towards the talking man, before realizing that she wasn't staring at him. He was cut off unexpectedly as Sky bolted up out of her chair, and ran out of the screen door behind him. I just barely managed to catch a glimpse of a baby Yokomon standing on top of a roof in the far distance, it was so small that it only seemed like a speck on the horizon. Sky probably hadn't even notice the abruptness that she had spurred upon the early conversation.
The young man seemed stunned as he stared after her, and I for one can't even account how many times she had done that to me without leaving me shocked. But after the numerous of times she had done it, the shock wears off quicker than it normally would for inexperienced people. A strange thought then occured to me, maybe he could tell me something of where Sky was when he arrived in town? I asked the question in such a normal way that he stared incredously at me for not even mentioning what had just happened, but none the less it brought him back into conversation.
"I found her a little while from town. She was being attacked by some Flymon, and I helped out. What was she doing out there anyhow, Kirkabishko?"
There was evident anger in his voice, but I couldn't help smiling at him. The laughter that came from Sky, who had suddenly appeared at the door, didn't help any on my control of emotions. She must've heard what he had said, because she was leaning against the door, laughing with a smile that I knew wouldn't come off of her face for awhile. Taichi seemed somewhere between angry, confused, or even embarrassed at being laughed at. As soon as she regained control, Sky quickly apologized for running out, and sat back down at the table.
"Maybe I should introduce my brother, Mera. Kirkabishko, in gibberish, means my brother."
The boy bowed his head, mumbling something that I didn't quite catch, but it made Sky laugh some more. He glanced back up at me, as if apologizing for the mistake, and then sheepishly looked at Sky. As I watched him stare at my sister, I couldn't help but think that maybe she wasn't the only one with feelings....
"What were you doing out of town? You know it's dangerous out there-"
"Don't worry so much about me. I just had to take care of some business, besides, I didn't get into any trouble."
"Any trouble? Flymen attacked you! You could've been killed! And so far from the town! Do you not hear a word that I warn you about?!"
"You worry too much, Kirkabishko. I am old enough to take care of myself! Nothing happened, I'm fine, I'm here, nothing happened!"
She acted so childish sometimes, going off and doing things that even I thought would get her killed. She just didn't seem to understand that many people (and digimon alike) would go after her if she gave them the oppurtunity. What was she doing out there in the woods so far from town? Especially when she knows that an escort is on the way to get her? It just doesn't make sense that she would leave me when I need her...
"How long?"
"Excuse me?"
"How long have you been gone?"
"What is this? 20 questions?"
"How long have you been gone this time, Sky?"
"Kirkabhisko, do you not trust me? What does it matter how long that I've been gone? I'm here now, and-"
"And you'll be leaving soon! So how long have you been gone?"
"Shorter than how long I'll be gone this time!"
She was out of the door before I could even grab her, before I could even come to recognition of how I made her appear infront of both of us. I took a moment to stare at the shocked look on Taichi's face, before just gripping at my now pounding head.
We didn't usually get into fights, and to have one infront of a stranger wasn't helping at all. But why wouldn't she just tell me where she was? She knows that I get worried when she isn't close to the town, but still she should've told me!
The pain in my head is taking over my reality, and I barely notice that I'm slipping out of my chair now. But something catches me, and I'm hoping that it's kirkabishka, but the firmness isn't the kind of touch that she has. I desperately try to no avail to get him to let go of me, not wanting to burn him like I had done to Kiki. Her sweet image flashes into my mind's eye, before it is transformed into the hideous image that I had charcoaled into my brain. Kiki......
"Kirkabishka...." My throat is becoming sore again.
"Just hang on, Mera, I've almost got you to the bedroom." The deep voice isnt' the one that I want to hear.
"...Sky.." It's getting harder to swallow, harder to deal with this pain in my head.
"Just hold on, alright? Do you need medicine or something?" Again, the deep voice answers my calling.
"...Sora..." I need her right now, more than the other times that I called out for her. Oh, please just take away this pain.
"Kirkabishko, I'm here. Shhh...Mera, just concentrate on my voice. Just listen to me, alright? It'll be alright, your gonna be just fine. I'm right here, everything is gonna be alright. Kirkabishko, just concentrate on my voice."
I'm listening to her, instantly relieved when she finally answered, and am trying my best to ignore the pain and pounding going on in my head to hear her. She's humming a song, one that I know but just can't place at the moment. It's quite soft, especially with the voice that she has, and goes from tense to relaxing. I feel myself slipping farther into the darkness, and soon I don't even feel how her hands are touching my skin. All I can hear is the humming of her voice, and soon, I don't even notice that I've slipped through the cracks into the Dream World.
It's dark outside now, I dont' know how I know it, but I do. She's here by my side, and I slowly open my eyes to see her dressed in her traveling clothes once more. She leans over and kisses my forehead, her lips lingering there for a few seconds before she softly pulls away.
"I have to leave now, Kirkabishko. You'll be fine, just make sure that you listen to Grandmother Yoko."
She's gripping my hand, much like she's afraid of what she's gonna say next.
"I fear for this little village. Please, take good care of youself, and the other Yokomon."
I barely manage a nod, but she knows that I will. She knows because she knows me.
"I love you, Mera."
I see the tears form in her eyes, and barely manage to tell her the same thing. She suddenly lets go of my hands, kisses my forehead once more, and after blinking back her tears, smiles at me. She heads for the door, and is gone without looking back. I understand though, if you look back, you'll never be able to face the future once more. My hand comes to the necklace that has appeared around my neck, one that I hadn't even noticed was there before. When did she put this on me?
I inspect it closer, and notice the symbol on it. This was the first thing she had earned in the digital world, and she never takes it off. Why would she give me this? Oh dear god, what is instore for her? For me?
She has left me with only awakening that she could've: The Crest of Love.
Chapter 5
Danishka reranturante realivity: Time to return to reality
Where what you want to happen
Doesn't
And what you don't want to happen
Happen anyway
So why bother with time
to return to reality?
I can feel myself returning to consciousness. It's almost as if I'm rising up, I still see the darkness around me, but I can see the light up ahead. It becomes too bright, envelopes me in a conquering fashion, but the worse part is that I haven't even opened my eyes yet.
"Sky…."
I've been calling for her everytime that I had awaken, but each time the old woman had answered, whispering soothing words, but none letting on to where she was. I miss her with a pain, a feeling in the pit of my whole body, and it is sometimes too much to bear. I felt vaguely warm, and noticed that something, or someone is holding onto my hand in a simple and soft effort.
"I'm here…"
My heart stopped for a mere second, before speeding up at the sound of her soft voice. I was never able to detect her presence, but she always was there for me. What had made this time different in which she had to leave me? She sounded somewhat….tired? Frustrated?
My eyes open to the light, and after adjusting, I take in the image of her before me. She looks different somehow, but her appearance is the same. She has glasses over her eyes, she rarely took those off, and I understood without a doubt as to why. Her clothes were dirty, and there was a cheerful smile on her face at looking upon me. I smiled despite the pain that was still affecting my back, which seared through my whole body as I struggled to sit up. She helped me without having to be asked, and I silently thanked her for it.
My eyes wandered around the room, which was mostly a motel-sort of fashion. The bed was semi-large, enough to hold a couple, as was the next bed to my right. Right behind Sky…..
"Who -?"
"Shhh…it took me awhile to convince him to sleep. I don't think he's recognized me yet…"
She whispered to me, and I take in the boy behind her. A simple sheet covered him, chest bare, as were his legs, and he slept in a rather large fashion, spread out all over the bed. I smiled at how he looked, and bit back a laugh. Dark features in the face, a tag and crest around his neck, and a peaceful expression was shown. At the foot of his bed were his folded pants, shirt, shoes, socks, and a sword to top it all off.
Is this truly the boy who she thinks incessantly about?
"I fear that he has come on mission rather than by request…."
Her voice is filled with such sadness that I feel it in my own heart, tugging at it with an invisible force that would make anyone capable of tears to cry. Sky was usually so good at controling her gift, but at this moment I understood why she was so frustrated. I would feel absolutely furious if someone that I once knew didn't recognize me, or had only come when it is a dire emergency. It's terribly inconsiderate to do such a thing to a girl whose heart had already been given to him.
I draw her into my flaming arms, hoping against hope that she was wrong, and he had finally came to see her….just to see her….and nothing more….
As she relaxed in my arms, my mind spirals to the past, to when I had first held someone like this. The little girl, what was her name? oh yeah, Kiki, was the only childhood-friend that I had ever known. I had found her crying one morning, before the sun came up, and thought of a way to comfort her. I had seen Yokomon in the village hold eachother when the other was crying, and suprisingly, it worked for most of them. So, I gathered her up in my arms, and held her as she cried. After a few minutes, I became aware that she was no longer moving in my arms. I drew her back to look at her, only to find a charred and still burning girl in my arms. I had tried everything that I could to save her, separating myself from her, pouring water on her, yelling for help….everything….
The Yokomon told me that it wasn't entirely my fault, that I hadn't known what I was doing….But I still banished myself into the volcano, into the firey pit of hell, and hoped that it would burn like I had done to Kiki. It had refused, and just as I was about to throw myself into it, when I had ultimately given up on myself, Sky found me. She begged me to come back to the outside world, that by dying it wouldn't help anyone, but indeed, cause more harm by taking away all of the good that I could accomplish. It was a tremendous discovery when I found out that I could touch her without…..
"He's changed a lot…well physically…"
Sky murmured into my flame resistant shirt as she snuggled closer to me. Indeed, he had changed a lot in both mind and body since the first time that I had seen him so many years ago. Almost seven years ago, when the Digidestined had first stumbled upon the Yokomon Village. When they had first saved me from destroying not only myself, but everything in sight. He had been a lot shorter then, not nearly as well built, and his hair was a bit more uncontrollable than it is now.
I unconsciously run my fingers through her semi-long hair, which I knew she would cut soon. She never liked it long, but it was a gorgeous sight to see her with her hair cut in that simple fashion that she usually had. When did it get so long? How long have I been ill? And where was she when I was sick? I look over at the other bed to see the boy half sitting, half lying in the bed with his dark eyes unreadably staring at us. Sky probably hadn't even noticed that he was awake yet…
"Danishka travoliante de mondeneta Kirkabishka." Time to play hostess once more, my Sister.
"Danishka reranturante realivity Kirkabishko." Time to return to reality, my Brother.
It was her response whenever we had to do something that we didn't want to do, or whenever dreaded 'what if' circumstances came up. It wasn't hard to see why, but none the less she stayed locked in my embrace for a few more selfish minutes, and then pulled away from me.
It was always strange when she hugged me, I could feel the heat radiating off of her once she came into contact with me, but once she left a sudden coldness would come upon me that was ironic compared to my flaming tolerance to heat. I watched as she got up off of the bed, and pulled the simple sheet that was ontop of me off in her clutched hands, not even realizing that she was leaving me without a blanket of any sort as she left the room. She did that all of the time, she would come into my room, sleep or talk or do anything while I was in here, and would take something that she had unconsciously latched onto with her. Of course, the first few times she did that she didn't realize it until the next day, but she had gotten alot better at it, and would catch herself in the next five minutes that she had taken it. The first time I saw her do it, I thought she was just taking it because she wanted it, but after it happened repeatedly, I came to the conclusion that she found comfort in the items that she took, whether or not she knew it, and would keep it until her consciousness told her of it.
Smiling at her retreating form as it turned the corner, the white sheet dragging behind her in a cute fashion, I looked over at the boy whose emotions could be read easily: he looked somewhat between amused and perplexed as he stared at the door that Sky had left through. Chuckling slightly, which I soon stopped as I felt the pain sear through the small of my back, I swung my feet over the side of the bed. I stretched to my full height before turning towards the dark haired man in the bed next to mine, who was watching me with interest. Just as I was about to say something, Sky's voice rings through the hall into the bedroom, "Food will be done in a minute! Hurry up Kirkabishko, and you too, Stranger!"
We didn't waste any time on the clothes that we pratically threw onto ourselves, before I was half-racing/half-leading the 'stranger' down the hall into the kitchen. It was a somewhat small kitchen, having very little accessories, and a small table for four people. Sky was just finishing laying out the silverware as we came barging into the kitchen; the look on her face seemed quite amused as we both blushed like little boys before hurrying to sit down.
I sipped on my soup lightly, glancing at how Sky ate hers slowly, and then not being able to tear my eyes away from Taichi as he seemed to gulp down his food. When I had managed to glance back at Sky, she was smiling -half trying to hide it-, and I turned my attention back to watch the show. After a couple of minutes, in which he ate most of the food on the table, he noticed how I was staring at him, and gulped down the last of the food in his mouth before sheepishly blushing at the both of us. Deciding that conversation would be the best way to go, I asked what seemed quite natural, although my sore throat seemed to distort it slightly from my normally calm voice, "So, what are you brings you here?"
"My name's Taichi, and I'm supposed to meet with a friend of mine, she asked for an escort. It took longer than I had expected to get here-"
I barely took notice of how Sky stared more towards the talking man, before realizing that she wasn't staring at him. He was cut off unexpectedly as Sky bolted up out of her chair, and ran out of the screen door behind him. I just barely managed to catch a glimpse of a baby Yokomon standing on top of a roof in the far distance, it was so small that it only seemed like a speck on the horizon. Sky probably hadn't even notice the abruptness that she had spurred upon the early conversation.
The young man seemed stunned as he stared after her, and I for one can't even account how many times she had done that to me without leaving me shocked. But after the numerous of times she had done it, the shock wears off quicker than it normally would for inexperienced people. A strange thought then occured to me, maybe he could tell me something of where Sky was when he arrived in town? I asked the question in such a normal way that he stared incredously at me for not even mentioning what had just happened, but none the less it brought him back into conversation.
"I found her a little while from town. She was being attacked by some Flymon, and I helped out. What was she doing out there anyhow, Kirkabishko?"
There was evident anger in his voice, but I couldn't help smiling at him. The laughter that came from Sky, who had suddenly appeared at the door, didn't help any on my control of emotions. She must've heard what he had said, because she was leaning against the door, laughing with a smile that I knew wouldn't come off of her face for awhile. Taichi seemed somewhere between angry, confused, or even embarrassed at being laughed at. As soon as she regained control, Sky quickly apologized for running out, and sat back down at the table.
"Maybe I should introduce my brother, Mera. Kirkabishko, in gibberish, means my brother."
The boy bowed his head, mumbling something that I didn't quite catch, but it made Sky laugh some more. He glanced back up at me, as if apologizing for the mistake, and then sheepishly looked at Sky. As I watched him stare at my sister, I couldn't help but think that maybe she wasn't the only one with feelings....
"What were you doing out of town? You know it's dangerous out there-"
"Don't worry so much about me. I just had to take care of some business, besides, I didn't get into any trouble."
"Any trouble? Flymen attacked you! You could've been killed! And so far from the town! Do you not hear a word that I warn you about?!"
"You worry too much, Kirkabishko. I am old enough to take care of myself! Nothing happened, I'm fine, I'm here, nothing happened!"
She acted so childish sometimes, going off and doing things that even I thought would get her killed. She just didn't seem to understand that many people (and digimon alike) would go after her if she gave them the oppurtunity. What was she doing out there in the woods so far from town? Especially when she knows that an escort is on the way to get her? It just doesn't make sense that she would leave me when I need her...
"How long?"
"Excuse me?"
"How long have you been gone?"
"What is this? 20 questions?"
"How long have you been gone this time, Sky?"
"Kirkabhisko, do you not trust me? What does it matter how long that I've been gone? I'm here now, and-"
"And you'll be leaving soon! So how long have you been gone?"
"Shorter than how long I'll be gone this time!"
She was out of the door before I could even grab her, before I could even come to recognition of how I made her appear infront of both of us. I took a moment to stare at the shocked look on Taichi's face, before just gripping at my now pounding head.
We didn't usually get into fights, and to have one infront of a stranger wasn't helping at all. But why wouldn't she just tell me where she was? She knows that I get worried when she isn't close to the town, but still she should've told me!
The pain in my head is taking over my reality, and I barely notice that I'm slipping out of my chair now. But something catches me, and I'm hoping that it's kirkabishka, but the firmness isn't the kind of touch that she has. I desperately try to no avail to get him to let go of me, not wanting to burn him like I had done to Kiki. Her sweet image flashes into my mind's eye, before it is transformed into the hideous image that I had charcoaled into my brain. Kiki......
"Kirkabishka...." My throat is becoming sore again.
"Just hang on, Mera, I've almost got you to the bedroom." The deep voice isnt' the one that I want to hear.
"...Sky.." It's getting harder to swallow, harder to deal with this pain in my head.
"Just hold on, alright? Do you need medicine or something?" Again, the deep voice answers my calling.
"...Sora..." I need her right now, more than the other times that I called out for her. Oh, please just take away this pain.
"Kirkabishko, I'm here. Shhh...Mera, just concentrate on my voice. Just listen to me, alright? It'll be alright, your gonna be just fine. I'm right here, everything is gonna be alright. Kirkabishko, just concentrate on my voice."
I'm listening to her, instantly relieved when she finally answered, and am trying my best to ignore the pain and pounding going on in my head to hear her. She's humming a song, one that I know but just can't place at the moment. It's quite soft, especially with the voice that she has, and goes from tense to relaxing. I feel myself slipping farther into the darkness, and soon I don't even feel how her hands are touching my skin. All I can hear is the humming of her voice, and soon, I don't even notice that I've slipped through the cracks into the Dream World.
It's dark outside now, I dont' know how I know it, but I do. She's here by my side, and I slowly open my eyes to see her dressed in her traveling clothes once more. She leans over and kisses my forehead, her lips lingering there for a few seconds before she softly pulls away.
"I have to leave now, Kirkabishko. You'll be fine, just make sure that you listen to Grandmother Yoko."
She's gripping my hand, much like she's afraid of what she's gonna say next.
"I fear for this little village. Please, take good care of youself, and the other Yokomon."
I barely manage a nod, but she knows that I will. She knows because she knows me.
"I love you, Mera."
I see the tears form in her eyes, and barely manage to tell her the same thing. She suddenly lets go of my hands, kisses my forehead once more, and after blinking back her tears, smiles at me. She heads for the door, and is gone without looking back. I understand though, if you look back, you'll never be able to face the future once more. My hand comes to the necklace that has appeared around my neck, one that I hadn't even noticed was there before. When did she put this on me?
I inspect it closer, and notice the symbol on it. This was the first thing she had earned in the digital world, and she never takes it off. Why would she give me this? Oh dear god, what is instore for her? For me?
She has left me with only awakening that she could've: The Crest of Love.