Trust
By OmoideKeeper
Disclaimer: I don't have any money, please don't sue! This is for entertainment only!
Hikari awoke to the feeling of something licking at her feet. "...Miko, come on, let me sleep," she mumbled and turned over, trying to ignore the feeling and fall back into the depths of her slumber. However, soon it grew and snaked up her legs. She opened her eyes in frustration. "Miko, I--Miko?" she asked shakily as she looked at her room. It was filled with a dark liquid swarming over her furniture, blocking the doorway. Her beloved cat lay dead on the surface of the dark pool.
She tried to find a way down from the top bunk, searching for her brother, but she couldn't find a trace of him. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. There had to be a way out. The window and the door were both blocked, and the liquid streamed in higher and higher.
A sob caught in her throat as she realized the liquid was blood, cool and dark. Tears began to run down her cheeks as she finally accepted she was trapped, and about to be drowned in a pool of blood.
No! There had to be a way out! She was a member of the Digidestined, and she wouldn't be defeated that easily! She still had to get back to her brother, to tell Takeru she loved him...so much more to do, she couldn't die now! She took a deep breath, and dove into the cool black liquid.
She felt her way around, searching for the doorway out of the bloody mess, and finally was rewarded by the feeling of the firm metal. She opened the door and was shocked to find she was still surrounded by the blood. Was there no end to this?
She opened her eyes and saw a burst of light coming from her pocket. The Digivice she hadn't seen in years shone forth, lighting her way to a window. She forced it open through sheer strength of knowing she was going to die if she didn't find a way out soon. As she fell towards the earth below, she fleetingly realized there was something clutched in her hand.
A white letter, unstained by the blood contained in her apartment.
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Taichi stepped into Yamato's room, first noticing the absence of anything making it uniquely Yamato's, except for one photograph placed on top of the dresser. The picture taken in the Digiworld, of all of them standing there, smiling. The rest of the room seemed so empty, so lifeless.so much like a prison. Was that how Yamato viewed his world? Just a prison he could never escape from? Taichi shuddered as he wondered if Yamato had ever thought of suicide. He knew he'd thought of it enough lately and he'd never been through anything like Yamato.
"Yama..." Taichi whispered, trying to find the words to express what he felt. Instead of saying anything, he reached out his hand and placed it on Yamato's shoulder, silently offering his support if it would be taken. He no longer wanted any information from Yama, just a signal he was all right, a signal he would heal.
Yamato shivered, but didn't pull away from the touch. Taichi had to admire him for his courage. If he had gone through what Yamato had, nothing would keep him still while someone did that.
Yamato's eyes fell on the phone in his room and mentally he smacked himself. He took a few breaths to steady himself and picked up the phone.
"Yamato, what're you doing?" Taichi asked, wondering what would cause Yamato to get up while in this much pain.
Yamato didn't respond, but waited for a moment, listening to the other end of the phone. Finally, he sighed and hung up, a look of defeat crowning his once proud face.
"Yamato...who were you calling?"
There was silence for a moment, and Yamato responded. "Takeru." Yamato broke down as a tear streamed down his face, a crystal track of pain. "I promised him I'd call."
Taichi's heart broke watching Yamato, and he gently squeezed his shoulder. "It's ok, Yama.I'm sure Takeru will understand."
"No! You don't understand, Taichi! I promised!"
"Yama.Takeru will be ok. He wouldn't want you to go through more pain just because of him. You have to calm down."
Yamato shivered, and nodded.
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Takeru's mind drifted, as he wondered what had gone wrong with his life. He had been the bearer of the Crest of Hope. He'd had great friends, and he'd been at peace with himself. He'd been accepted by those older than himself, he'd been loved by his older brother. He'd had a life where he knew who he was, a life in which he could relax and be himself.
So where had it all gone wrong? After coming back from the Digiworld, everyone and everything kind of.broke up. The older kids had gone to the same school, but.sometimes it seemed as though that summer had never happened. Everyone lived their own lives. It wasn't as though Takeru didn't WANT them to have their own lives. Strictly speaking, that was the last thing he wanted. What he did want was for them to get along.
Taichi and Sora had finally gotten together.and broken up again. Their relationship was tumultuous, and they always seemed to have something in between them. They didn't seem to realize their relationship was just like the Digidestined as a whole. They were friends, but they weren't. They were there for each other, but they weren't.
This group of friends who had once been so close were now drifting apart, had been drifting apart for a while. Even going so far as to lie to one another. Takeru scoffed as he thought this. He knew a lie as soon as he heard one, a trait of his he'd picked up. He'd heard the falseness in Koushirou's voice as he explained why he couldn't see everyone, why he was going to be so busy and out of touch.
Takeru didn't blame Koushirou. Everyone had to have their secrets.but he DID want to be included. Both Koushirou and Mimi never spoke without including a lie. It seemed as though they were too afraid of being caught by their old ones to ever stop lying. Takeru found it a bit disturbing.
He was shaken out of his thoughts by the view of a young girl falling from her window at the Kamiya's building, clutching an envelope in her hand. _HIKARI~~~~~~~~!!!_ his mind screamed as he raced to catch her before her delicate frame shattered on the concrete below, like a gentle crystal goblet.
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Sora walked, trying to sort out her feelings. She DID love Taichi. She knew she did. But she couldn't exactly understand why the stupid idiot did what he did. Or why she was so worried about every little thing he got himself into. It wasn't as if she was married to him or anything. It wasn't as if she should be constantly worried about him.
After all, he never worried about her. However, she couldn't shake the feeling Taichi was in some sort of danger. She laughed at that. As if he could ever get himself into any kind of danger he'd need her help in. Taichi would never admit to being in any sort of trouble. Well, actually, he was a little better than some.
Her mind drifted to Yamato, the stubborn fool who just wouldn't listen to anyone or ever ask for any form of help. He seemed to think it was a crime to ask for help.especially if he was the one doing the asking. However, Sora knew there were so many things which Yamato needed to share.so why did he resist the gestures of friendship everyone tried to send to him?
Sora began walking towards Koushirou's house, not quite knowing who else to go to. Even if he wasn't there anymore, it would be comforting to just go by, to see a familiar house again. To walk in the midst of so many bittersweet memories that would never come again.
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Koushirou gasped. It couldn't have been this simple. Someone had wanted him to find this information. Someone had deliberately planted the information so he could find it, so he could use it, so he could tell the others.
He got up from his chair and began pacing. There had to be a connection. Somewhere out there, there was another letter being circulated. He thought he'd ended it with the one he'd sealed in the jar at the back of his bookcase, but the letters spelling doom were back. One way or another, he'd have to deal with it.
A chill ran through him as he began rummaging through the bookcase to find the letter, to see if anything had changed over the months he'd had it. He gaped in horror as soon as he found the jar he'd locked it in, staring through the clear glass, at the locks which bound a now empty cylinder.
By OmoideKeeper
Disclaimer: I don't have any money, please don't sue! This is for entertainment only!
Hikari awoke to the feeling of something licking at her feet. "...Miko, come on, let me sleep," she mumbled and turned over, trying to ignore the feeling and fall back into the depths of her slumber. However, soon it grew and snaked up her legs. She opened her eyes in frustration. "Miko, I--Miko?" she asked shakily as she looked at her room. It was filled with a dark liquid swarming over her furniture, blocking the doorway. Her beloved cat lay dead on the surface of the dark pool.
She tried to find a way down from the top bunk, searching for her brother, but she couldn't find a trace of him. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. There had to be a way out. The window and the door were both blocked, and the liquid streamed in higher and higher.
A sob caught in her throat as she realized the liquid was blood, cool and dark. Tears began to run down her cheeks as she finally accepted she was trapped, and about to be drowned in a pool of blood.
No! There had to be a way out! She was a member of the Digidestined, and she wouldn't be defeated that easily! She still had to get back to her brother, to tell Takeru she loved him...so much more to do, she couldn't die now! She took a deep breath, and dove into the cool black liquid.
She felt her way around, searching for the doorway out of the bloody mess, and finally was rewarded by the feeling of the firm metal. She opened the door and was shocked to find she was still surrounded by the blood. Was there no end to this?
She opened her eyes and saw a burst of light coming from her pocket. The Digivice she hadn't seen in years shone forth, lighting her way to a window. She forced it open through sheer strength of knowing she was going to die if she didn't find a way out soon. As she fell towards the earth below, she fleetingly realized there was something clutched in her hand.
A white letter, unstained by the blood contained in her apartment.
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Taichi stepped into Yamato's room, first noticing the absence of anything making it uniquely Yamato's, except for one photograph placed on top of the dresser. The picture taken in the Digiworld, of all of them standing there, smiling. The rest of the room seemed so empty, so lifeless.so much like a prison. Was that how Yamato viewed his world? Just a prison he could never escape from? Taichi shuddered as he wondered if Yamato had ever thought of suicide. He knew he'd thought of it enough lately and he'd never been through anything like Yamato.
"Yama..." Taichi whispered, trying to find the words to express what he felt. Instead of saying anything, he reached out his hand and placed it on Yamato's shoulder, silently offering his support if it would be taken. He no longer wanted any information from Yama, just a signal he was all right, a signal he would heal.
Yamato shivered, but didn't pull away from the touch. Taichi had to admire him for his courage. If he had gone through what Yamato had, nothing would keep him still while someone did that.
Yamato's eyes fell on the phone in his room and mentally he smacked himself. He took a few breaths to steady himself and picked up the phone.
"Yamato, what're you doing?" Taichi asked, wondering what would cause Yamato to get up while in this much pain.
Yamato didn't respond, but waited for a moment, listening to the other end of the phone. Finally, he sighed and hung up, a look of defeat crowning his once proud face.
"Yamato...who were you calling?"
There was silence for a moment, and Yamato responded. "Takeru." Yamato broke down as a tear streamed down his face, a crystal track of pain. "I promised him I'd call."
Taichi's heart broke watching Yamato, and he gently squeezed his shoulder. "It's ok, Yama.I'm sure Takeru will understand."
"No! You don't understand, Taichi! I promised!"
"Yama.Takeru will be ok. He wouldn't want you to go through more pain just because of him. You have to calm down."
Yamato shivered, and nodded.
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Takeru's mind drifted, as he wondered what had gone wrong with his life. He had been the bearer of the Crest of Hope. He'd had great friends, and he'd been at peace with himself. He'd been accepted by those older than himself, he'd been loved by his older brother. He'd had a life where he knew who he was, a life in which he could relax and be himself.
So where had it all gone wrong? After coming back from the Digiworld, everyone and everything kind of.broke up. The older kids had gone to the same school, but.sometimes it seemed as though that summer had never happened. Everyone lived their own lives. It wasn't as though Takeru didn't WANT them to have their own lives. Strictly speaking, that was the last thing he wanted. What he did want was for them to get along.
Taichi and Sora had finally gotten together.and broken up again. Their relationship was tumultuous, and they always seemed to have something in between them. They didn't seem to realize their relationship was just like the Digidestined as a whole. They were friends, but they weren't. They were there for each other, but they weren't.
This group of friends who had once been so close were now drifting apart, had been drifting apart for a while. Even going so far as to lie to one another. Takeru scoffed as he thought this. He knew a lie as soon as he heard one, a trait of his he'd picked up. He'd heard the falseness in Koushirou's voice as he explained why he couldn't see everyone, why he was going to be so busy and out of touch.
Takeru didn't blame Koushirou. Everyone had to have their secrets.but he DID want to be included. Both Koushirou and Mimi never spoke without including a lie. It seemed as though they were too afraid of being caught by their old ones to ever stop lying. Takeru found it a bit disturbing.
He was shaken out of his thoughts by the view of a young girl falling from her window at the Kamiya's building, clutching an envelope in her hand. _HIKARI~~~~~~~~!!!_ his mind screamed as he raced to catch her before her delicate frame shattered on the concrete below, like a gentle crystal goblet.
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Sora walked, trying to sort out her feelings. She DID love Taichi. She knew she did. But she couldn't exactly understand why the stupid idiot did what he did. Or why she was so worried about every little thing he got himself into. It wasn't as if she was married to him or anything. It wasn't as if she should be constantly worried about him.
After all, he never worried about her. However, she couldn't shake the feeling Taichi was in some sort of danger. She laughed at that. As if he could ever get himself into any kind of danger he'd need her help in. Taichi would never admit to being in any sort of trouble. Well, actually, he was a little better than some.
Her mind drifted to Yamato, the stubborn fool who just wouldn't listen to anyone or ever ask for any form of help. He seemed to think it was a crime to ask for help.especially if he was the one doing the asking. However, Sora knew there were so many things which Yamato needed to share.so why did he resist the gestures of friendship everyone tried to send to him?
Sora began walking towards Koushirou's house, not quite knowing who else to go to. Even if he wasn't there anymore, it would be comforting to just go by, to see a familiar house again. To walk in the midst of so many bittersweet memories that would never come again.
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Koushirou gasped. It couldn't have been this simple. Someone had wanted him to find this information. Someone had deliberately planted the information so he could find it, so he could use it, so he could tell the others.
He got up from his chair and began pacing. There had to be a connection. Somewhere out there, there was another letter being circulated. He thought he'd ended it with the one he'd sealed in the jar at the back of his bookcase, but the letters spelling doom were back. One way or another, he'd have to deal with it.
A chill ran through him as he began rummaging through the bookcase to find the letter, to see if anything had changed over the months he'd had it. He gaped in horror as soon as he found the jar he'd locked it in, staring through the clear glass, at the locks which bound a now empty cylinder.