Surronded by darkness, he watched as the ground continued in ripples. As if he stood on water, with every step he took a small eruption of circles would move outwards from the ground. He could even see his reflection on the questionable ground, which scared him a little. He walked for what seemed miles, though he couldn't be sure. The blackness seemed to have no end in sight.
"What are you doing here?"
Daisuke hearing a voice in this lonely plane slowly turned towards it, only to be met with a figure that emitted a strange blue glow. Covering his eyes against the sudden light he looked at the figure trying to see it's face.
"You don't belong here."
Though the words sounded cold, the voice was soft and strong. Daisuke felt an old feeling stir within his soul. Something that had been ripped violently out for a while now, something that he missed deeply. Taking a step forward he tried to look it in the face, though the light stung his eyes as if it burned to look upon it.
"You must stay strong, they depend on you."
Stunned to silence Daisuke suddenly realized that this thing knew him somehow, but why could he not remember it?! He felt so ashamed and not being able to recognize the voice, though with each word that was spoken he felt himself become safe around it. He could not find a logical reason why.
"I know it hurts, but you must stay strong. Please, they need you the way you need them."
Daisuke felt himself fall into the ground below, it didn't feel like water at all. It dragged him into it's darkness, and he felt as if he couldn't breath. Hearing only the voice faintly call out one last time.
"Stay strong Daisuke!"
* * * *
Awaking with his body covered slightly in sweat, Daisuke looked around his room. Searching for the figure in his dreams, and after finding nothing he took in deep breaths shaking out his nerves.
'Ok, it knew my name. And it said to stay strong. What did that mean?'
Glancing at his clock, Daisuke saw that it was 6:00 in the morning. Deciding since he was already awake, he began getting ready for school. Carefully getting out of bed, he walked toward his closet and rummaged through his clothes. Finding a black t-shirt marked 'King of Fighters 2002' he put it on, along with a pair of cargo brown pants.
"Man, talk about weird dreams. That's the last time I let Jun do the cooking."
Finding his notebook's and school supplies on his desk, he gathered them shoving all of it into his backpack. Finding his keys, he slowly crept out of his room walking quietly toward the bathroom. Quickly brushing his teeth Daisuke left his home the soon as he was done.
"Damn I'm early, it's still dark out."
Pulling his wallet out, he decided to buy something from the store for breakfast. Fresh Pastry's in the morning sounded real tempting right now.
* * * *
Yawning quite loudly, Miyako rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Staring into the mirror she continued brushing her teeth, her older siblings knocking on the door for her to hurry. She had awoken early that morning to beat the rush for the bathroom. Stepping out she was knocked out of the way as the others tried to squeeze through.
"Glad I set the alarm."
Walking into her room, she opened her closet searching for an appropiate wardrobe. She searched throughly, taking one out every now and again and then threw it on her bed. Finally finding something matching she slipped into it and gazing into the mirror in her room she looked at her reflection.
"I wonder if Daisuke will like it."
It wasn't much, a simple short blue jean skirt and a white long sleeved shirt. Quite frankly Miyako knew that it wouldn't attract most boys, but Daisuke was different. At least she hoped he was, while most boys loved girls flashing skin she hoped he wasn't the same. Grabbing a hairbrush she began to comb her hair, since she undid the braid. Staring one last time into the mirror put the brush down on her counter.
"Well, Miyako... knock 'em dead."
Talking to her reflection, she turned away from the mirror and gathered her things. Then grabbing a bottle of some sort lightly sprayed the contents onto her clothes. Grabbing her keys she called out to her parents that she was leaving, and glancing at the clock noticed it was 6:30.
As she pushed the button for the elevator, she wondered if Takeru was awake already or Iori.
"Not likely, it's still a bit early." She spoke to herself, trying to break the silence of the morning air. Hearing the chime of the elevator she quietly stepped in, and pushed for the ground floor. Leaning against a wall, her mind wandered to the previous weekend. An oppurtunity wasted, she had Daisuke in her apartment and she couldn't work the nerve to say her feelings.
"I'm so pathetic. But... it was nice."
A sudden heat in her cheeks, her memory re-played the day Daisuke had come to her apartment. True nothing much happened, all they did was watch movies. 'The Classics of Comedy' as Daisuke kept calling it, she really didn't care. Although she will admit they were hilarious, she found the fact that they were snuggled under a blanket together much more pleasent. Apparently Daisuke didn't mind her closeness, so that left a spark of hope that he felt something for her.
"Real nice." She spoke softly to the elevator, as it chimed a response announcing her floor. Miyako waved to one of her neightbors and walked toward the school. Trying to think of something other than Daisuke at the moment she recited some of her notes for her quiz in science, walking calmly she stared upward seeing the sky become an orange tinted with hints of purple. Feeling the sun on her back, she felt the warm glow it gave off.
When she was half-way to the school, she spotted someone she hadn't expected to see. His hair a bit of a mess, though she could tell he didn't try to comb it. A bag in hand she called out hoping to get his attention.
"Dai-kun!"
The brunette turned toward her, and she saw him completely stop. Guessing he awaited for her, she sped up into a mild jog. Then upon reaching him, she smiled warmly at him. Daisuke blinked, not smiling. He wore an expressionless poker face, and nodded at her presence.
"Good morning, Miyako."
Somewhat dissapointed, she walked with him to school. On some days he would be cheerful, but days like today... he barely uttered a word. It ripped her heart when he would barely talk to her, however she didn't know that on days like today she was possibly the only one he talked to. Suddenly she felt Daisuke nudge her hand with the bag he had.
"Umm... if you want, there's a banana-nut muffin I have. I bought this morning. I know it's your favorite so..."
Miyako looked at him questioningly, and swore she saw a tint of a blush on his cheeks as he continued rambling. Then taking the bag she pulled out the treat, and confirming that it was her favorite muffin put it back in.
"Oh, you don't want it. Well, sorr-"
"No, I do want it. I'll eat it later if that's ok with you. Thank you Dai-kun."
Scratching his head, Daisuke mumbled 'your welcome'. Miyako smiled warmly, so he did think about her. And what was better he knew her favortie snack, yes this was just what she needed to confirm he had eyes for her. Then deciding to play with him a little she nudged Daisuke.
"Dai-kun, what do you think of this skirt?"
Daisuke's eyes snapped wide. 'What did she ask me?'
"Is it too short?"
Daisuke hestantly looked down to her skirt, and stared as he saw her creamy milk colored thighs. He tried not to see how firm they were, and he guessed they became that way since all the time they had done running back and forth in there digital world saving days. Gulping down a lump in his throat he tried to think of something like cars, sports, games, anything! Even converging money from Japan to that of other countries.
"Um... not too short, it's um... nice."
"What the skirt or my legs?"
Oh yeah, Daisuke could have fainted then and there. Who would have thought a fifteen year old boy would have so much difficulty answearing a simple question. Too bad the girl he was dealing with had an intoxicating effect on him, and was it just him... or did he smell vanilla in the air? (a/n: *grin* the bottle, remember?)
"Both." Daisuke said, not thinking and mentally slapped himself.
"Pervert." Miyako said with a grin, seeing Daisuke turn red in the face she decided that was enough. For now.
"Come one, we better get going or we'll be late for first period."
Thanking heaven for mercy, Daisuke nodded with Miyako as they began to walk again Miyako smiled evilly.
"Daisuke, you better not be staring at my butt."
The young fifteen year old boy tripped on his own feet.
* * * *
A/N: OK, I'm making this short for one reason. I want to post it because I'm probably not going to be able to post for the rest of this month... internet problems and stuff. But come January I'll have another chapter... and possibly the rest of this story finished (Thank God). Review please, or critism, or flames, or whatever you wish... but flames only make me stronger so be careful. And thanks all of you who have already reviewed. Till then, LaterZ! (puts on earphones listning to Aeris' Theme) Yea it inspired this story to those who care to know.
"What are you doing here?"
Daisuke hearing a voice in this lonely plane slowly turned towards it, only to be met with a figure that emitted a strange blue glow. Covering his eyes against the sudden light he looked at the figure trying to see it's face.
"You don't belong here."
Though the words sounded cold, the voice was soft and strong. Daisuke felt an old feeling stir within his soul. Something that had been ripped violently out for a while now, something that he missed deeply. Taking a step forward he tried to look it in the face, though the light stung his eyes as if it burned to look upon it.
"You must stay strong, they depend on you."
Stunned to silence Daisuke suddenly realized that this thing knew him somehow, but why could he not remember it?! He felt so ashamed and not being able to recognize the voice, though with each word that was spoken he felt himself become safe around it. He could not find a logical reason why.
"I know it hurts, but you must stay strong. Please, they need you the way you need them."
Daisuke felt himself fall into the ground below, it didn't feel like water at all. It dragged him into it's darkness, and he felt as if he couldn't breath. Hearing only the voice faintly call out one last time.
"Stay strong Daisuke!"
* * * *
Awaking with his body covered slightly in sweat, Daisuke looked around his room. Searching for the figure in his dreams, and after finding nothing he took in deep breaths shaking out his nerves.
'Ok, it knew my name. And it said to stay strong. What did that mean?'
Glancing at his clock, Daisuke saw that it was 6:00 in the morning. Deciding since he was already awake, he began getting ready for school. Carefully getting out of bed, he walked toward his closet and rummaged through his clothes. Finding a black t-shirt marked 'King of Fighters 2002' he put it on, along with a pair of cargo brown pants.
"Man, talk about weird dreams. That's the last time I let Jun do the cooking."
Finding his notebook's and school supplies on his desk, he gathered them shoving all of it into his backpack. Finding his keys, he slowly crept out of his room walking quietly toward the bathroom. Quickly brushing his teeth Daisuke left his home the soon as he was done.
"Damn I'm early, it's still dark out."
Pulling his wallet out, he decided to buy something from the store for breakfast. Fresh Pastry's in the morning sounded real tempting right now.
* * * *
Yawning quite loudly, Miyako rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Staring into the mirror she continued brushing her teeth, her older siblings knocking on the door for her to hurry. She had awoken early that morning to beat the rush for the bathroom. Stepping out she was knocked out of the way as the others tried to squeeze through.
"Glad I set the alarm."
Walking into her room, she opened her closet searching for an appropiate wardrobe. She searched throughly, taking one out every now and again and then threw it on her bed. Finally finding something matching she slipped into it and gazing into the mirror in her room she looked at her reflection.
"I wonder if Daisuke will like it."
It wasn't much, a simple short blue jean skirt and a white long sleeved shirt. Quite frankly Miyako knew that it wouldn't attract most boys, but Daisuke was different. At least she hoped he was, while most boys loved girls flashing skin she hoped he wasn't the same. Grabbing a hairbrush she began to comb her hair, since she undid the braid. Staring one last time into the mirror put the brush down on her counter.
"Well, Miyako... knock 'em dead."
Talking to her reflection, she turned away from the mirror and gathered her things. Then grabbing a bottle of some sort lightly sprayed the contents onto her clothes. Grabbing her keys she called out to her parents that she was leaving, and glancing at the clock noticed it was 6:30.
As she pushed the button for the elevator, she wondered if Takeru was awake already or Iori.
"Not likely, it's still a bit early." She spoke to herself, trying to break the silence of the morning air. Hearing the chime of the elevator she quietly stepped in, and pushed for the ground floor. Leaning against a wall, her mind wandered to the previous weekend. An oppurtunity wasted, she had Daisuke in her apartment and she couldn't work the nerve to say her feelings.
"I'm so pathetic. But... it was nice."
A sudden heat in her cheeks, her memory re-played the day Daisuke had come to her apartment. True nothing much happened, all they did was watch movies. 'The Classics of Comedy' as Daisuke kept calling it, she really didn't care. Although she will admit they were hilarious, she found the fact that they were snuggled under a blanket together much more pleasent. Apparently Daisuke didn't mind her closeness, so that left a spark of hope that he felt something for her.
"Real nice." She spoke softly to the elevator, as it chimed a response announcing her floor. Miyako waved to one of her neightbors and walked toward the school. Trying to think of something other than Daisuke at the moment she recited some of her notes for her quiz in science, walking calmly she stared upward seeing the sky become an orange tinted with hints of purple. Feeling the sun on her back, she felt the warm glow it gave off.
When she was half-way to the school, she spotted someone she hadn't expected to see. His hair a bit of a mess, though she could tell he didn't try to comb it. A bag in hand she called out hoping to get his attention.
"Dai-kun!"
The brunette turned toward her, and she saw him completely stop. Guessing he awaited for her, she sped up into a mild jog. Then upon reaching him, she smiled warmly at him. Daisuke blinked, not smiling. He wore an expressionless poker face, and nodded at her presence.
"Good morning, Miyako."
Somewhat dissapointed, she walked with him to school. On some days he would be cheerful, but days like today... he barely uttered a word. It ripped her heart when he would barely talk to her, however she didn't know that on days like today she was possibly the only one he talked to. Suddenly she felt Daisuke nudge her hand with the bag he had.
"Umm... if you want, there's a banana-nut muffin I have. I bought this morning. I know it's your favorite so..."
Miyako looked at him questioningly, and swore she saw a tint of a blush on his cheeks as he continued rambling. Then taking the bag she pulled out the treat, and confirming that it was her favorite muffin put it back in.
"Oh, you don't want it. Well, sorr-"
"No, I do want it. I'll eat it later if that's ok with you. Thank you Dai-kun."
Scratching his head, Daisuke mumbled 'your welcome'. Miyako smiled warmly, so he did think about her. And what was better he knew her favortie snack, yes this was just what she needed to confirm he had eyes for her. Then deciding to play with him a little she nudged Daisuke.
"Dai-kun, what do you think of this skirt?"
Daisuke's eyes snapped wide. 'What did she ask me?'
"Is it too short?"
Daisuke hestantly looked down to her skirt, and stared as he saw her creamy milk colored thighs. He tried not to see how firm they were, and he guessed they became that way since all the time they had done running back and forth in there digital world saving days. Gulping down a lump in his throat he tried to think of something like cars, sports, games, anything! Even converging money from Japan to that of other countries.
"Um... not too short, it's um... nice."
"What the skirt or my legs?"
Oh yeah, Daisuke could have fainted then and there. Who would have thought a fifteen year old boy would have so much difficulty answearing a simple question. Too bad the girl he was dealing with had an intoxicating effect on him, and was it just him... or did he smell vanilla in the air? (a/n: *grin* the bottle, remember?)
"Both." Daisuke said, not thinking and mentally slapped himself.
"Pervert." Miyako said with a grin, seeing Daisuke turn red in the face she decided that was enough. For now.
"Come one, we better get going or we'll be late for first period."
Thanking heaven for mercy, Daisuke nodded with Miyako as they began to walk again Miyako smiled evilly.
"Daisuke, you better not be staring at my butt."
The young fifteen year old boy tripped on his own feet.
* * * *
A/N: OK, I'm making this short for one reason. I want to post it because I'm probably not going to be able to post for the rest of this month... internet problems and stuff. But come January I'll have another chapter... and possibly the rest of this story finished (Thank God). Review please, or critism, or flames, or whatever you wish... but flames only make me stronger so be careful. And thanks all of you who have already reviewed. Till then, LaterZ! (puts on earphones listning to Aeris' Theme) Yea it inspired this story to those who care to know.