I absolutely hate not having a computer. Mine decided to go nuts while I
was moving, so the techs at Best Buy have had it for a week+. They told me
today that it would be cheaper to give me a new one than fix my old one, so
I told them that was good to me. I'd just bought mine about six months
ago, so it wasn't shabby, but the new one makes it look like a dinosaur.
Hooray. Gotta love those warranties.
Anyway, I apologize for the lack of postings. I'm at a friend's house doing laundry while I'm typing this because I can't wait any longer to put up a new chapter. I do think I'd have gone mad from FFN withdrawal if it weren't for the Stanley Cup (GO WINGS!!) and the World Cup to keep me company.
In other news, I've decided to go with the Japanese name for Cody since I can't seem to ever spell 'Cody' right. Plus Clear Skies likes it. On with it…
Koushirou looked up at the sound of the horn and saw the car sliding directly at him. He thought he heard Iori's voice calling to him but wasn't sure as everything sped up to light speed. Koushirou had about a tenth of a second to move and that wasn't enough. In rapid succession he felt the car strike him, the quick sensation of weightlessness as he spun in the air, what he assumed to be the wall behind him, and finally the cold and icy concrete rushing up to meet him. He felt a few seconds of wracking pain and then blissfully passed out.
Iori watched all this happen in slow motion. The car struck Koushirou and then slammed into the wall, deploying the air bag. What Iori remembered the most clearly later on was watching Koushirou's camcorder jump into the air and seem to hang there for what seemed like forever. Koushirou flopped through the air like a rag doll and when he landed, Iori screamed out again and took off at a dead run.
On the way over he glanced at the man in the car, seeing him moving and hearing him moaning. Iori passed him on by, trying not to be angry at him. He continues on to Koushirou's side and slides to a stop before him. He isn't moving and looked like he was in really bad shape. Facial lacerations, bruises already forming, his right arm folded awkwardly beneath him. "Oh Koushirou!!" Iori yelled, as he glanced around wildly. A few people were beginning to gather around, looking in the usual spectator fashion. "Call an ambulance!! Please!" he screamed at them. Iori was about to yell again when a woman finally broke out of her catatonia and pulled a cell out of her purse. He returned his attention to Koushirou.
Iori talked to Koushirou the entire time, hoping he might comfort him a little. He told Koushirou that the paramedics were coming, that everything would be alright. He talked about how wonderful the game that TK played was. A sudden thought raced through Iori's mind- shock. Koushirou might go into shock. Without even thinking, he took off his jacket and laid it over Koushirou, trying to keep him warm. He still continued talking to the boy, not noticing as a tear or three rolled down his face.
Finally he heard the sirens a few blocks away. He was shivering almost uncontrollably by now, but refused to let anyone else near him or Koushirou. Only when the uniformed medics arrived did he step back from his protective stance over Koushirou's prone form.
"Here kid," a friendly voice called from behind him. Iori turned and saw a woman officer holding a thick blanket out to him. "Take this. You're shivering fiercely."
"Thank you," he said numbly as he let her wrap the wool around him. He watched in near awe as the paramedics quickly checked Koushirou over and stabilized him. They gently lifted him onto a stretcher and began loading him into the back of the ambulance. Iori looked at the spot where Koushirou had lain and saw a good deal of blood as well as a few of Koushirou's belongings. He raced over and scooped them up, shoving them into his pockets. He then saw the camcorder a few feet away and picked that up as well. Iori glanced back and saw the woman gesturing to him, then pointing to the inside of the ambulance. Iori nodded and ran and got in.
He remembered very little of the ride to the hospital after the first few minutes, most of it being the woman talking to him about what happened and then congratulating him on his quick thinking and prevention of shock. Iori nodded without paying too much attention while he watched Koushirou lay on the board. When they arrived at the hospital Iori stepped aside as they raced Koushirou in. He followed slowly, still wrapped in the wool blanket.
The one thing that he was sure of was that he wasn't going anywhere until he heard something. Iori sat on one of the less-uncomfortable chairs and started settling in. He got a little poke in the thigh and reached his hand into his pocket to move the offending item. He pulled out Koushirou's cell and looked at it. It dawned on him that he should at least call Koushirou's parents and let them know that their son was in the hospital. He scrolled through until he found the Izumi's number and hit send. The phone rang and rang but there was no answer. Iori had to tell everyone, maybe they would know where Koushirou's parents were.
He scrolled through the numbers, calling all the DigiDestined, getting a hold of Tai, TK, and Sora. He got Daisuke's machine and left a message to call Koushirou's phone as soon as possible. Tai was off the phone and out the door almost before Iori finished telling him where Koushirou was, much less what happened. TK and Sora listened longer but were in equal rushes to get there.
Time passed, nearly half an hour's worth when a nurse came out and told him that Koushirou was stable and would be moved into recovery soon. He thanked her graciously and she smiled at him warmly.
"Is he going to be alright, Ma'am?"
"We don't know yet, but his signs are strong, and he is young, so things are in his favor."
"Thank you very much." Iori bowed deeply and went back to his uncomfortable chair, a little more at ease but still worried. He was patiently waiting, his mind occasionally drifting to another time he'd been here, when he heard footsteps thundering down the hallway. He stood up and looked into the corridor and saw Tai storming down the hall. Tai saw him and swerved over to him.
"Iori! How is he? Is he going to be alright?" Those and a few other questions flooded out of Tai's mouth like the Amazon before he took a breath and was quiet long enough for Iori to get a word in.
"The doctors don't know yet. They think he'll be alright but it's too early to tell. They'll be moving him in a while, hopefully we can see him soon."
"I hope so." Tai leaned up against a wall and sighed.
"Why don't you come over and have a seat Taichi? The chairs aren't the greatest, but they are a little more comfortable than the wall."
"Yeah, that would be a good idea." Tai followed Iori back into the little lounge and they sat down. They sat in silence for a few minutes. "This is all my fault," Tai finally said, breaking the silence.
"It most certainly is not, Taichi," Iori told him.
"It certainly is. He was on his way to see me. If I'd not have gotten sick, this wouldn't have happened. I don't know what I will do if he's not okay, Iori." Tai trailed off, blinking back a tear.
"He'll be fine, Taichi, we just need to wait." they were quiet again. "He means a lot to you, doesn't he, Taichi?" Iori asked after a minute.
"He is the most important thing to me in the entire world, Iori."
"It's not your fault, you know. Don't blame yourself." Tai didn't reply and simply buried his face in his hands. Iori started thinking again. Thinking about how it must feel to care for someone that much and not know if you'd see them again. He'd thought that Taichi and Koushirou might have feelings and Taichi had all but confirmed it for him. He wished he could help Taichi right now, because he knew from experience the feelings he was going through. He tried to stop the speeding train in his mind, but he was helpless as he recalled sitting in a room very similar to this one, maybe even this one, years ago.
Iori was lost to the world for a while. Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks, unknown to him.
"Iori, snap up, Iori." Someone was shaking his shoulder. He glanced up to see TK's face looking down on him.
"TK? How long have you been here?" Iori was quite surprised at seeing him here until he remembered calling him a bit ago.
"A few minutes now. They're moving Koushirou into a room now. The doctors say we can see him in a few minutes."
"Is he any better?"
"Well, they think he'll be alright. He's in a light coma now, not that surprising when you consider everything… Are you alright yourself, Iori?" Iori felt the dampness on his cheeks and brushed the streaks away.
"Oh, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, TK. Where's Taichi?" he asked, changing the subject.
"He's waiting by the room they're going to put Koushirou in."
"He is quite upset, isn't he, TK?"
"Very much so. I tried talking to him, but I might as well have been yelling at a tree."
"I know. He is blaming himself for all this. He won't listen to me."
"He's very worried right now. He'll be more rational later on, I hope."
"Taichi, rational?" Iori joked softly.
"Well, that might not be the right word for it. Come on, let's get over to his room." They got up and walked out of the waiting room and headed on down the corridor. "Oh, and I must say, that blanket is quite a stunning fashion statement, Iori," TK joked back, drawing a small smile from Iori.
"I do what I can," he said as they rounded the corner.
"I think it's this one," TK said as they came up to a room. They looked in the window and saw Tai sitting on a chair holding Koushirou's unbroken hand in his.
Cody looked in and saw the scene and was again transported in time back a few years. There he was, sitting in a similar position, holding the hand of…
"Iori, you've sprung a leak again. Please, tell me what's wrong," TK begged.
Iori came back to the present and looked at TK with wet eyes. "I can't, TK, it hurts so much."
"It might help you, Iori, please tell me. You can tell me anything."
Iori looked at TK and quite a few things shot around in his mind that he'd like to tell the boy. "Okay."
Well, aren't I good at cliff hangers? I'd like to write more, but my clothes are done, so I'm going to post this and get out of here. Hopefully when I wake up in the morning I'll have a computer waiting for me, and if I do, and if my internet connection is ready, I'll have more up soon.
In a bit of other news, did anyone else feel a little disappointed at the end of Tamers? I felt like I was cheated a little. No Kazu or Kenta, not enough Ryo, no MarineAngemon (who is one of my new favourites). Oh well. At least Jeri grew up finally. Now I guess we wait for Frontier….
And one final thing, get ready for a few Kazu/Kenta stories. I've got to look up the right word for that one….
energy
Anyway, I apologize for the lack of postings. I'm at a friend's house doing laundry while I'm typing this because I can't wait any longer to put up a new chapter. I do think I'd have gone mad from FFN withdrawal if it weren't for the Stanley Cup (GO WINGS!!) and the World Cup to keep me company.
In other news, I've decided to go with the Japanese name for Cody since I can't seem to ever spell 'Cody' right. Plus Clear Skies likes it. On with it…
Koushirou looked up at the sound of the horn and saw the car sliding directly at him. He thought he heard Iori's voice calling to him but wasn't sure as everything sped up to light speed. Koushirou had about a tenth of a second to move and that wasn't enough. In rapid succession he felt the car strike him, the quick sensation of weightlessness as he spun in the air, what he assumed to be the wall behind him, and finally the cold and icy concrete rushing up to meet him. He felt a few seconds of wracking pain and then blissfully passed out.
Iori watched all this happen in slow motion. The car struck Koushirou and then slammed into the wall, deploying the air bag. What Iori remembered the most clearly later on was watching Koushirou's camcorder jump into the air and seem to hang there for what seemed like forever. Koushirou flopped through the air like a rag doll and when he landed, Iori screamed out again and took off at a dead run.
On the way over he glanced at the man in the car, seeing him moving and hearing him moaning. Iori passed him on by, trying not to be angry at him. He continues on to Koushirou's side and slides to a stop before him. He isn't moving and looked like he was in really bad shape. Facial lacerations, bruises already forming, his right arm folded awkwardly beneath him. "Oh Koushirou!!" Iori yelled, as he glanced around wildly. A few people were beginning to gather around, looking in the usual spectator fashion. "Call an ambulance!! Please!" he screamed at them. Iori was about to yell again when a woman finally broke out of her catatonia and pulled a cell out of her purse. He returned his attention to Koushirou.
Iori talked to Koushirou the entire time, hoping he might comfort him a little. He told Koushirou that the paramedics were coming, that everything would be alright. He talked about how wonderful the game that TK played was. A sudden thought raced through Iori's mind- shock. Koushirou might go into shock. Without even thinking, he took off his jacket and laid it over Koushirou, trying to keep him warm. He still continued talking to the boy, not noticing as a tear or three rolled down his face.
Finally he heard the sirens a few blocks away. He was shivering almost uncontrollably by now, but refused to let anyone else near him or Koushirou. Only when the uniformed medics arrived did he step back from his protective stance over Koushirou's prone form.
"Here kid," a friendly voice called from behind him. Iori turned and saw a woman officer holding a thick blanket out to him. "Take this. You're shivering fiercely."
"Thank you," he said numbly as he let her wrap the wool around him. He watched in near awe as the paramedics quickly checked Koushirou over and stabilized him. They gently lifted him onto a stretcher and began loading him into the back of the ambulance. Iori looked at the spot where Koushirou had lain and saw a good deal of blood as well as a few of Koushirou's belongings. He raced over and scooped them up, shoving them into his pockets. He then saw the camcorder a few feet away and picked that up as well. Iori glanced back and saw the woman gesturing to him, then pointing to the inside of the ambulance. Iori nodded and ran and got in.
He remembered very little of the ride to the hospital after the first few minutes, most of it being the woman talking to him about what happened and then congratulating him on his quick thinking and prevention of shock. Iori nodded without paying too much attention while he watched Koushirou lay on the board. When they arrived at the hospital Iori stepped aside as they raced Koushirou in. He followed slowly, still wrapped in the wool blanket.
The one thing that he was sure of was that he wasn't going anywhere until he heard something. Iori sat on one of the less-uncomfortable chairs and started settling in. He got a little poke in the thigh and reached his hand into his pocket to move the offending item. He pulled out Koushirou's cell and looked at it. It dawned on him that he should at least call Koushirou's parents and let them know that their son was in the hospital. He scrolled through until he found the Izumi's number and hit send. The phone rang and rang but there was no answer. Iori had to tell everyone, maybe they would know where Koushirou's parents were.
He scrolled through the numbers, calling all the DigiDestined, getting a hold of Tai, TK, and Sora. He got Daisuke's machine and left a message to call Koushirou's phone as soon as possible. Tai was off the phone and out the door almost before Iori finished telling him where Koushirou was, much less what happened. TK and Sora listened longer but were in equal rushes to get there.
Time passed, nearly half an hour's worth when a nurse came out and told him that Koushirou was stable and would be moved into recovery soon. He thanked her graciously and she smiled at him warmly.
"Is he going to be alright, Ma'am?"
"We don't know yet, but his signs are strong, and he is young, so things are in his favor."
"Thank you very much." Iori bowed deeply and went back to his uncomfortable chair, a little more at ease but still worried. He was patiently waiting, his mind occasionally drifting to another time he'd been here, when he heard footsteps thundering down the hallway. He stood up and looked into the corridor and saw Tai storming down the hall. Tai saw him and swerved over to him.
"Iori! How is he? Is he going to be alright?" Those and a few other questions flooded out of Tai's mouth like the Amazon before he took a breath and was quiet long enough for Iori to get a word in.
"The doctors don't know yet. They think he'll be alright but it's too early to tell. They'll be moving him in a while, hopefully we can see him soon."
"I hope so." Tai leaned up against a wall and sighed.
"Why don't you come over and have a seat Taichi? The chairs aren't the greatest, but they are a little more comfortable than the wall."
"Yeah, that would be a good idea." Tai followed Iori back into the little lounge and they sat down. They sat in silence for a few minutes. "This is all my fault," Tai finally said, breaking the silence.
"It most certainly is not, Taichi," Iori told him.
"It certainly is. He was on his way to see me. If I'd not have gotten sick, this wouldn't have happened. I don't know what I will do if he's not okay, Iori." Tai trailed off, blinking back a tear.
"He'll be fine, Taichi, we just need to wait." they were quiet again. "He means a lot to you, doesn't he, Taichi?" Iori asked after a minute.
"He is the most important thing to me in the entire world, Iori."
"It's not your fault, you know. Don't blame yourself." Tai didn't reply and simply buried his face in his hands. Iori started thinking again. Thinking about how it must feel to care for someone that much and not know if you'd see them again. He'd thought that Taichi and Koushirou might have feelings and Taichi had all but confirmed it for him. He wished he could help Taichi right now, because he knew from experience the feelings he was going through. He tried to stop the speeding train in his mind, but he was helpless as he recalled sitting in a room very similar to this one, maybe even this one, years ago.
Iori was lost to the world for a while. Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks, unknown to him.
"Iori, snap up, Iori." Someone was shaking his shoulder. He glanced up to see TK's face looking down on him.
"TK? How long have you been here?" Iori was quite surprised at seeing him here until he remembered calling him a bit ago.
"A few minutes now. They're moving Koushirou into a room now. The doctors say we can see him in a few minutes."
"Is he any better?"
"Well, they think he'll be alright. He's in a light coma now, not that surprising when you consider everything… Are you alright yourself, Iori?" Iori felt the dampness on his cheeks and brushed the streaks away.
"Oh, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, TK. Where's Taichi?" he asked, changing the subject.
"He's waiting by the room they're going to put Koushirou in."
"He is quite upset, isn't he, TK?"
"Very much so. I tried talking to him, but I might as well have been yelling at a tree."
"I know. He is blaming himself for all this. He won't listen to me."
"He's very worried right now. He'll be more rational later on, I hope."
"Taichi, rational?" Iori joked softly.
"Well, that might not be the right word for it. Come on, let's get over to his room." They got up and walked out of the waiting room and headed on down the corridor. "Oh, and I must say, that blanket is quite a stunning fashion statement, Iori," TK joked back, drawing a small smile from Iori.
"I do what I can," he said as they rounded the corner.
"I think it's this one," TK said as they came up to a room. They looked in the window and saw Tai sitting on a chair holding Koushirou's unbroken hand in his.
Cody looked in and saw the scene and was again transported in time back a few years. There he was, sitting in a similar position, holding the hand of…
"Iori, you've sprung a leak again. Please, tell me what's wrong," TK begged.
Iori came back to the present and looked at TK with wet eyes. "I can't, TK, it hurts so much."
"It might help you, Iori, please tell me. You can tell me anything."
Iori looked at TK and quite a few things shot around in his mind that he'd like to tell the boy. "Okay."
Well, aren't I good at cliff hangers? I'd like to write more, but my clothes are done, so I'm going to post this and get out of here. Hopefully when I wake up in the morning I'll have a computer waiting for me, and if I do, and if my internet connection is ready, I'll have more up soon.
In a bit of other news, did anyone else feel a little disappointed at the end of Tamers? I felt like I was cheated a little. No Kazu or Kenta, not enough Ryo, no MarineAngemon (who is one of my new favourites). Oh well. At least Jeri grew up finally. Now I guess we wait for Frontier….
And one final thing, get ready for a few Kazu/Kenta stories. I've got to look up the right word for that one….
energy