Author's note: Hi! With the majority of votes to continue this story, I am willing to do so! Thank you so much for the reviews! I am so glad you took all the time to read this! Thanx again! Oh.... Digimon characters such as Miyako and Ken are.... blah! blah! blah! you get the point, but Hanako and other characters are mine!!!!!!
Chapter 2 - Reflection
She smiled. All worries were behind her, now that Ken had moved to Odaiba. They spent the rest of the day talking about what their plans were to be after they graduate. Miyako adjusted her backpack and removed her glasses from her face. She wiped it with her shirt and put it back, the smile never leaving her face. Her heart soared everytime she let her mind wander to his face. His smile, his eyes, his hair and every feature that she remembered was still there. He hasn't changed a bit, except for his height. There were times that Miyako had to look down to speak to him when they were standing beside each other, but now she had to look up to meet his eyes.
When Miyako arrived, she opened the door and wheeled her bike to the shed. She unlocked the door and found her brothers and sisters gathered in front of the television. They all looked at her, her face flushing. One of her sisters, (sorry, I forgot her name - I'll make one up), Mayumi, noticed her flushed face and smiled, waving her hand at her younger sister to come join her on the couch.
"Hey, Miya! We're watching a very funny movie! Come join me here!" Mayumi yelled, underneath all the laughing voices of their siblings.
Miyako shook her head and tapped her binder in her arms with her long fingers. "Sorry, Mayumi! I have homework to do and I have to meet Hanako for a project we started in Quantum Physics." For that, she left the living room and walked up the stairs, leaving Mayumi and her siblings looking at each other.
Her excuse was not a lie, really. She really did have to meet Hanako, a red headed girl who had more sugar in her blood than she ever had. Hanako moved in the neighbourhood, in the summer and Miyako has been her friend ever since. It was true she promised to meet with Hanako, but the project of the Quantun Physics.... the real excuse underneath... there was nothing. She just didn't want to watch Weekend At Bernie's again. It was getting old and she couldn't understand why her siblings still found it funny.
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"So... who was that guy you met in English today? I saw you talking to him after class in that very romantic tree!" Hanako mocked, laughing. Miyako reached over to punch her playfully in the arm, but the red headed girl only dodged it. Miyako flushed in embarrassment.
"Shut up, Hanako!" Miyako said, smiling. She took a sip of her milkshake and avoided Hanako's eyes.
Hanako looked at her and folded her arms on the table. "I've seen him before!" The red head blinked and dropped her mouth open, finally realizing who the guy was and snapped her fingers together. "Ken! He's Ken Ichijoujii, isn't it???"
When Miyako didn't look at her, Hanako knew she was right. She laughed, realizing her friend's coyness. "He's really cute! I can't believe you haven't asked him out yet!"
That thought came into Miyako's mind. How is she suppose to ask him? He might have a girl friend and if she did ask him, she was afraid of his rejection. She didn't want to scare him away, since most guys are afraid at girls who admit their feelings for them. There was a difference between genders. Males wait for the right moment, but when a female tells her feelings for him, guys would often get scared away. That is what Miyako was afraid of. She sunk low on her seat and sighed. She was too scared to admit her feelings. In fact, she wasn't sure what she felt. Sure, she had a crush on him since she can remember, but this... this was different. The feeling was more deep and intellectual. This feeling was more personal and she wasn't about to tell her friend about it, eventhough she was her best friend. She placed an elbow on the table and rested her head on her clenched fists. It was a feeling that whenever he walked inside, her mind would only revolve on him and ONLY him. Her heart beat at every second when he sits beside her. Usually, she would blurt out how much she adored him, but that was childish crush. She was young and she didn't know what she was saying or thinking. This was love. A love she has never felt before towards Ken. In elementary school, she had a crush, but now... at the age of eighteen, Miyako truly felt love.
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"Ken-chan!" She ran as far as her feet could take her, almost dragging her leather backpack behind her. She jumped in his arms and wrapped her skinny arms around the teenager's neck.
Ken smiled down at her. "Hey, Akira! How was the trip?" He leaned over and kissed the dark headed girl on the cheek.
Akira shrugged. "It was fine I guess!" Akira Matsuki was a wonderful girl. Ken adored her. He met her while visiting his Uncle in America over the summer. They have never seen each other since they were infants and that was the time Ken actually talked to her. His father always told things about Akira that interested him. His father and her father were very close friends, until Mr. Matsuki moved to New York to start a new life. Both of their fathers always kept in touch. Mizumoto married an American woman, Eliza and had a daughter named Akira. Eliza died when Akira was only four, leaving Akira and her father by themselves. Akira and Ken kept in touch as well, ever since each knew of the other. This was Akira's first time visiting Japan. She didn't speak Japanese all that well, but her father taught her enough to understand some of the things Ken and his parents say to each other. 'Chan' was her first word that she used with Ken's name.
Ken picked up her suitcase she dragged with her and released his arms from around her. "Ready?" he asked.
Akira nodded. She smiled, ran her fingers through her hair and followed Ken out the door, where the night air was cool and frigid.
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Darkness consumed the area of downtown Odaiba. Miyako noticed people her age begging the security guard to be let inside the opened clubs on Friday nights. Girls hugged their boyfriends, or rather, dates with shining eyes. Miyako felt a touch of envy, but shrugged it off quickly. She rounded the corner and opressed the urge to breathe in vile smell of the sewers. This area she was walking through was the poorest suburb in downtown. She often saw people saw teenager, as young as thirteen, puffing cocaine in their noses. Usually, none of the teenagers hanging out in the alley ways, bothered with her. If she didn't care, they wouldn't care either. She glanced at her watch. It was a quarter to eight now. Her curfew was seven-thirty. Miyako took a deep breath and walked faster. She only had to turn another corner, when something caught her eye. A car was in front of her as she walked in the sidewalk and she paused. Inside the Mazda Miata, sat an eighteen year old, purple haired teenager. A pretty girl with long, straight, dark hair sat at the passenger seat. Ken glanced up at the girl and said something that made the girl laugh. The girl touched his arm and said something and they both laughed together.
Miyako felt a sting of tears. She thought she could stop by at the Ichijoujii residence to tell Ken how she felt. It didn't matter whether he got scared away or not, she would still tell him, but the scene in front of her changed her mind. She gripped the book in her hands tighter and closed her eyes. She had to stop walking so the lights would turn green and force Ken to drive away without seeing her.
When the lights flashed green, Miyako was relieved to see Ken press the gas and drove off, back to the neighbourhood where he moved to. When she was sure that he was gone, she fast walked to her home into the night, feeling as if her heart has been broken into millions of pieces, where nothing, not even if Ken says 'i love you,' could glue the pieces back together.
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That night, in her bed, Miyako tried to hard to close her eyes and sleep, but her mind kept replaying back to Ken and that girl with him. She tossed and turned, kicking her feet under the blanket. That girl was pretty. Very pretty.
Giving up, Miyako sat up from bed and removed the blanket from on top of her, grabbed her glasses from the bedside table and went to her mirror hanging at the top of the dresser. Firstly, she looked at herself without her glasses. Then, she reached down and put her glasses on and looked at her reflection again. She did that for a couple of seconds, putting her glasses on and off and checking what the difference was.
"That girl was pretty," Miyako whispered to herself. "She doesn't have goofy glasses like I do...." She sighed. "I- I guess we messed up, didn't we Miyako?" she asked, talking to her reflection in the mirror. She put her glasses back on and took a long deep breath. "I guess that girl deserves Ken. I'm too... I'm too ugly....." Tears escaped from her eyes at the mention of the word. Her heart torn, her face now covered in sadness, Miyako slammed her hand down so hard that her palms turned red and laid her head down on the dresser, whimpering in depression for the first time. She let her body sink lower into the ground and crawled back to bed, where she rested her head on the pillow and cried herself to sleep.
GoodGurl: I had a bad day and that bad day made me depressed! I wanted to make Miyako depress as well, since that's what all teenagers go through. Anyway, thanx all for the good reviews! I finally took your advice and continued with the story. I actually thought about continuing it before!
*Note: Don't hate Akira yet... I haven't really revealed who she REALLY is, so calm down! I needed to add a conflict, which all stories have. It's the weekend on the next chapter and Miyako is learning to cope with the loss of Ken with the other girl.
Chapter 2 - Reflection
She smiled. All worries were behind her, now that Ken had moved to Odaiba. They spent the rest of the day talking about what their plans were to be after they graduate. Miyako adjusted her backpack and removed her glasses from her face. She wiped it with her shirt and put it back, the smile never leaving her face. Her heart soared everytime she let her mind wander to his face. His smile, his eyes, his hair and every feature that she remembered was still there. He hasn't changed a bit, except for his height. There were times that Miyako had to look down to speak to him when they were standing beside each other, but now she had to look up to meet his eyes.
When Miyako arrived, she opened the door and wheeled her bike to the shed. She unlocked the door and found her brothers and sisters gathered in front of the television. They all looked at her, her face flushing. One of her sisters, (sorry, I forgot her name - I'll make one up), Mayumi, noticed her flushed face and smiled, waving her hand at her younger sister to come join her on the couch.
"Hey, Miya! We're watching a very funny movie! Come join me here!" Mayumi yelled, underneath all the laughing voices of their siblings.
Miyako shook her head and tapped her binder in her arms with her long fingers. "Sorry, Mayumi! I have homework to do and I have to meet Hanako for a project we started in Quantum Physics." For that, she left the living room and walked up the stairs, leaving Mayumi and her siblings looking at each other.
Her excuse was not a lie, really. She really did have to meet Hanako, a red headed girl who had more sugar in her blood than she ever had. Hanako moved in the neighbourhood, in the summer and Miyako has been her friend ever since. It was true she promised to meet with Hanako, but the project of the Quantun Physics.... the real excuse underneath... there was nothing. She just didn't want to watch Weekend At Bernie's again. It was getting old and she couldn't understand why her siblings still found it funny.
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"So... who was that guy you met in English today? I saw you talking to him after class in that very romantic tree!" Hanako mocked, laughing. Miyako reached over to punch her playfully in the arm, but the red headed girl only dodged it. Miyako flushed in embarrassment.
"Shut up, Hanako!" Miyako said, smiling. She took a sip of her milkshake and avoided Hanako's eyes.
Hanako looked at her and folded her arms on the table. "I've seen him before!" The red head blinked and dropped her mouth open, finally realizing who the guy was and snapped her fingers together. "Ken! He's Ken Ichijoujii, isn't it???"
When Miyako didn't look at her, Hanako knew she was right. She laughed, realizing her friend's coyness. "He's really cute! I can't believe you haven't asked him out yet!"
That thought came into Miyako's mind. How is she suppose to ask him? He might have a girl friend and if she did ask him, she was afraid of his rejection. She didn't want to scare him away, since most guys are afraid at girls who admit their feelings for them. There was a difference between genders. Males wait for the right moment, but when a female tells her feelings for him, guys would often get scared away. That is what Miyako was afraid of. She sunk low on her seat and sighed. She was too scared to admit her feelings. In fact, she wasn't sure what she felt. Sure, she had a crush on him since she can remember, but this... this was different. The feeling was more deep and intellectual. This feeling was more personal and she wasn't about to tell her friend about it, eventhough she was her best friend. She placed an elbow on the table and rested her head on her clenched fists. It was a feeling that whenever he walked inside, her mind would only revolve on him and ONLY him. Her heart beat at every second when he sits beside her. Usually, she would blurt out how much she adored him, but that was childish crush. She was young and she didn't know what she was saying or thinking. This was love. A love she has never felt before towards Ken. In elementary school, she had a crush, but now... at the age of eighteen, Miyako truly felt love.
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"Ken-chan!" She ran as far as her feet could take her, almost dragging her leather backpack behind her. She jumped in his arms and wrapped her skinny arms around the teenager's neck.
Ken smiled down at her. "Hey, Akira! How was the trip?" He leaned over and kissed the dark headed girl on the cheek.
Akira shrugged. "It was fine I guess!" Akira Matsuki was a wonderful girl. Ken adored her. He met her while visiting his Uncle in America over the summer. They have never seen each other since they were infants and that was the time Ken actually talked to her. His father always told things about Akira that interested him. His father and her father were very close friends, until Mr. Matsuki moved to New York to start a new life. Both of their fathers always kept in touch. Mizumoto married an American woman, Eliza and had a daughter named Akira. Eliza died when Akira was only four, leaving Akira and her father by themselves. Akira and Ken kept in touch as well, ever since each knew of the other. This was Akira's first time visiting Japan. She didn't speak Japanese all that well, but her father taught her enough to understand some of the things Ken and his parents say to each other. 'Chan' was her first word that she used with Ken's name.
Ken picked up her suitcase she dragged with her and released his arms from around her. "Ready?" he asked.
Akira nodded. She smiled, ran her fingers through her hair and followed Ken out the door, where the night air was cool and frigid.
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Darkness consumed the area of downtown Odaiba. Miyako noticed people her age begging the security guard to be let inside the opened clubs on Friday nights. Girls hugged their boyfriends, or rather, dates with shining eyes. Miyako felt a touch of envy, but shrugged it off quickly. She rounded the corner and opressed the urge to breathe in vile smell of the sewers. This area she was walking through was the poorest suburb in downtown. She often saw people saw teenager, as young as thirteen, puffing cocaine in their noses. Usually, none of the teenagers hanging out in the alley ways, bothered with her. If she didn't care, they wouldn't care either. She glanced at her watch. It was a quarter to eight now. Her curfew was seven-thirty. Miyako took a deep breath and walked faster. She only had to turn another corner, when something caught her eye. A car was in front of her as she walked in the sidewalk and she paused. Inside the Mazda Miata, sat an eighteen year old, purple haired teenager. A pretty girl with long, straight, dark hair sat at the passenger seat. Ken glanced up at the girl and said something that made the girl laugh. The girl touched his arm and said something and they both laughed together.
Miyako felt a sting of tears. She thought she could stop by at the Ichijoujii residence to tell Ken how she felt. It didn't matter whether he got scared away or not, she would still tell him, but the scene in front of her changed her mind. She gripped the book in her hands tighter and closed her eyes. She had to stop walking so the lights would turn green and force Ken to drive away without seeing her.
When the lights flashed green, Miyako was relieved to see Ken press the gas and drove off, back to the neighbourhood where he moved to. When she was sure that he was gone, she fast walked to her home into the night, feeling as if her heart has been broken into millions of pieces, where nothing, not even if Ken says 'i love you,' could glue the pieces back together.
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That night, in her bed, Miyako tried to hard to close her eyes and sleep, but her mind kept replaying back to Ken and that girl with him. She tossed and turned, kicking her feet under the blanket. That girl was pretty. Very pretty.
Giving up, Miyako sat up from bed and removed the blanket from on top of her, grabbed her glasses from the bedside table and went to her mirror hanging at the top of the dresser. Firstly, she looked at herself without her glasses. Then, she reached down and put her glasses on and looked at her reflection again. She did that for a couple of seconds, putting her glasses on and off and checking what the difference was.
"That girl was pretty," Miyako whispered to herself. "She doesn't have goofy glasses like I do...." She sighed. "I- I guess we messed up, didn't we Miyako?" she asked, talking to her reflection in the mirror. She put her glasses back on and took a long deep breath. "I guess that girl deserves Ken. I'm too... I'm too ugly....." Tears escaped from her eyes at the mention of the word. Her heart torn, her face now covered in sadness, Miyako slammed her hand down so hard that her palms turned red and laid her head down on the dresser, whimpering in depression for the first time. She let her body sink lower into the ground and crawled back to bed, where she rested her head on the pillow and cried herself to sleep.
GoodGurl: I had a bad day and that bad day made me depressed! I wanted to make Miyako depress as well, since that's what all teenagers go through. Anyway, thanx all for the good reviews! I finally took your advice and continued with the story. I actually thought about continuing it before!
*Note: Don't hate Akira yet... I haven't really revealed who she REALLY is, so calm down! I needed to add a conflict, which all stories have. It's the weekend on the next chapter and Miyako is learning to cope with the loss of Ken with the other girl.