Welkin
by: sakuramimato (sakuramimato@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: Digimon, me no own.
Author's Note: This fic will be finished by Halloween or the week proceeding that. One more chapter after this! (Is looking for chocolate-covered rice ball treat.)
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Chapter 14
Two days before the dance, the campus of Odaiba Academy had turned into a gloomy, gray graveyard. The campus of the school had become bare and isolated. Some students had gone home to celebrate Christmas while others stayed for the dance. In the dorm room 112K, Mimi Tachikawa was gazing dreamily at the dress she had gotten for the dance with a glassy look in her eyes. Trying not to disturb a single thread on the beatiful gown, she slowly and neatly put the gown away as if it were made of crystal. "Yamato will love this dress, I'm sure. It might be a little light for the weather, but what more can I do than sacrifice some things for this dance to go right. Besides, to Yamato, I must be special to him for him to agree to come with me."
She had been sitting in the dorm for two hours. Yamato had gone before she had noticed, (she had waken up at noon) and was left in the empty dorm to sit in silence. Finding the silence a bit annoying she decided to take a walk around the grayish school. I faint mist lingered in the sky where a fog seemed to be suspended in mid-air; barely moving, barely changing. Mimi had on her designer shirt, white mini-skirt and knee-high boots. She shivered as she walked through the lifeless campus of the school. It felt as if things were nonexistent on the cold grounds.
Walking around and pacing a bit, back and forth, she could hear a faint sound of music ringing through the pale silhouette of the forest (yes, the school is really big). Feeling drawn to the music, she followed her instinct of going to the music. She came upon a somewhat large pool of water, barely 40 feet in diameter. The lightly shadowed silhouette of a person was sitting on the grass playing a guitar. She inched nearer and whispered, "Yamato?"
The music stopped and with the 10-foot distance between the two, his azure eyes looked at her sharply. "Oh, it's you."
Taking a couple more steps just to see him in full view, she looked at him questioningly, "You seem offended by my presence. Yamato, it's as if you're avoiding me."
"Don't... start crying." he said looking away. "I'm not avoiding you. I've been busy lately and have barely had the time to keep you company, let alone keep everything else in my social and personal life in order. This is the hardest time of year for me. You, personally, should know why. Three years, Christmas Day."
"I don't understand. You were fine with this yesterday and now you have been putting distance between the two of us, making some great escape of yours. Yamato, tell me what's wrong." she looked at him pleadingly.
"There is nothing wrong. You shouldn't have come here." he said coldly as he threw a rock into the pool. "I wish I could tell you what's wrong, but I don't want you to feel bad or anything. I just have to get everything in my life back to order. All of the things that are going on right now are nauseating and I'm unable to keep up. Give me time and I'll get back."
"I understand," she replied turning away feeling a bit of sympathy for him, "but I really don't."
Not wanting to see her leave, he spoke up once more. "Mimi-chan, I will still go with you to the dance, I promise."
"Arigatou."
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[ December 24 ]
"Yamato, I don't understand him. It's a wonder why none of those other girls that had asked him probably never asked again." Mimi said sourly as she put on the dress that she had bought. "I'll never understand him, he's all a big mystery, never wanting to show any light on anything."
She paused and looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. "I can't stay mad at him. I can't stay mad at anyone for long. He has his reasons, he always does. He just never seems to want to have to do anything with anyone... That just completely didn't make sense. It's Christmas, Yamato should be happy, I should be happy. I should be the one there to make him happy."
It was 20:43 and the dance would be starting in three hours. She had straightened her hair and flipped it out on the ends like her usual style. A couple of ringlets were scattered about her head and her glistening honey hair sparkled with the bit of glitter she had added. She had spent four hours on her hair at the salon a couple blocks away near the mall and had on a strappy pair of white heels. The pink tint in her dress almost looked white in the bright lighting. She sighed and added some gloss to her lips and stepped out of the bathroom and stood next to her bed. Yolei, Sora, and Kari had called her a few minutes ago that they'd meet her at the dance (held at the large gym in the academy building) with their dates.
Glancing at the watch on her bedside, it read 21:16 and still, no sign of Matt anywhere giving her more time to prepare for midnight. She heaved out a sigh of nervousness and jumped up hearing the sound of her cell phone ringing. 'Oh, no. I hope Yamato isn't going to call saying that he'll be late..'
She picked up her phone and before she could answer, the caller on the other side replied quickly. 'Oh, Mimi dear. It's us from Europe.'
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A/N: Short chapter, a little bit of confusion, secrets told and still kept. One more chapter.
by: sakuramimato (sakuramimato@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: Digimon, me no own.
Author's Note: This fic will be finished by Halloween or the week proceeding that. One more chapter after this! (Is looking for chocolate-covered rice ball treat.)
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Chapter 14
Two days before the dance, the campus of Odaiba Academy had turned into a gloomy, gray graveyard. The campus of the school had become bare and isolated. Some students had gone home to celebrate Christmas while others stayed for the dance. In the dorm room 112K, Mimi Tachikawa was gazing dreamily at the dress she had gotten for the dance with a glassy look in her eyes. Trying not to disturb a single thread on the beatiful gown, she slowly and neatly put the gown away as if it were made of crystal. "Yamato will love this dress, I'm sure. It might be a little light for the weather, but what more can I do than sacrifice some things for this dance to go right. Besides, to Yamato, I must be special to him for him to agree to come with me."
She had been sitting in the dorm for two hours. Yamato had gone before she had noticed, (she had waken up at noon) and was left in the empty dorm to sit in silence. Finding the silence a bit annoying she decided to take a walk around the grayish school. I faint mist lingered in the sky where a fog seemed to be suspended in mid-air; barely moving, barely changing. Mimi had on her designer shirt, white mini-skirt and knee-high boots. She shivered as she walked through the lifeless campus of the school. It felt as if things were nonexistent on the cold grounds.
Walking around and pacing a bit, back and forth, she could hear a faint sound of music ringing through the pale silhouette of the forest (yes, the school is really big). Feeling drawn to the music, she followed her instinct of going to the music. She came upon a somewhat large pool of water, barely 40 feet in diameter. The lightly shadowed silhouette of a person was sitting on the grass playing a guitar. She inched nearer and whispered, "Yamato?"
The music stopped and with the 10-foot distance between the two, his azure eyes looked at her sharply. "Oh, it's you."
Taking a couple more steps just to see him in full view, she looked at him questioningly, "You seem offended by my presence. Yamato, it's as if you're avoiding me."
"Don't... start crying." he said looking away. "I'm not avoiding you. I've been busy lately and have barely had the time to keep you company, let alone keep everything else in my social and personal life in order. This is the hardest time of year for me. You, personally, should know why. Three years, Christmas Day."
"I don't understand. You were fine with this yesterday and now you have been putting distance between the two of us, making some great escape of yours. Yamato, tell me what's wrong." she looked at him pleadingly.
"There is nothing wrong. You shouldn't have come here." he said coldly as he threw a rock into the pool. "I wish I could tell you what's wrong, but I don't want you to feel bad or anything. I just have to get everything in my life back to order. All of the things that are going on right now are nauseating and I'm unable to keep up. Give me time and I'll get back."
"I understand," she replied turning away feeling a bit of sympathy for him, "but I really don't."
Not wanting to see her leave, he spoke up once more. "Mimi-chan, I will still go with you to the dance, I promise."
"Arigatou."
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[ December 24 ]
"Yamato, I don't understand him. It's a wonder why none of those other girls that had asked him probably never asked again." Mimi said sourly as she put on the dress that she had bought. "I'll never understand him, he's all a big mystery, never wanting to show any light on anything."
She paused and looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. "I can't stay mad at him. I can't stay mad at anyone for long. He has his reasons, he always does. He just never seems to want to have to do anything with anyone... That just completely didn't make sense. It's Christmas, Yamato should be happy, I should be happy. I should be the one there to make him happy."
It was 20:43 and the dance would be starting in three hours. She had straightened her hair and flipped it out on the ends like her usual style. A couple of ringlets were scattered about her head and her glistening honey hair sparkled with the bit of glitter she had added. She had spent four hours on her hair at the salon a couple blocks away near the mall and had on a strappy pair of white heels. The pink tint in her dress almost looked white in the bright lighting. She sighed and added some gloss to her lips and stepped out of the bathroom and stood next to her bed. Yolei, Sora, and Kari had called her a few minutes ago that they'd meet her at the dance (held at the large gym in the academy building) with their dates.
Glancing at the watch on her bedside, it read 21:16 and still, no sign of Matt anywhere giving her more time to prepare for midnight. She heaved out a sigh of nervousness and jumped up hearing the sound of her cell phone ringing. 'Oh, no. I hope Yamato isn't going to call saying that he'll be late..'
She picked up her phone and before she could answer, the caller on the other side replied quickly. 'Oh, Mimi dear. It's us from Europe.'
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A/N: Short chapter, a little bit of confusion, secrets told and still kept. One more chapter.