..It had been years since she last seen her childhood crush, and back then he was keeping a promise never to hurt anybody as badly as he did the Digimon. He was the kindness boy she knew back then, and he still was. They way he smiled softly as they stood in front of each other at the airport, held her hand, and promised her he would write once he got set up. Yes, he did keep his promise.. The letters were full and lovely at first, then in less than a year they just stopped. She would send letters and never get any reply..
As the tears began to swell up from beneath her eye, Miyako shook her head and took in a deep breath. She couldn't cry in front of Marvin, pretty girls don't cry, and her mascara would be smudged because of emotions. Scientists in this lab weren't supposed to be so easily moved about things. Shaking her head she ran a handful of fingers through her soft hair and cleared her throat just as Marvin grabbed her arm firmly.
"Why can't you tell me? Come on Miya, you couldn't possibly have any relation to such street trash could you..?" Regarding her face almost suspiciously with his brown eyes, Marvin blinked a few times. The space between them was closing in little by little as he advanced, moving closer to her. "..Or do you?" He added, sounding critical. Staring at her accusingly, Miyako turned her head away hesitantly.
"..I knew him. A long time ago when.. When I was 12 or so.. He was known as the 'Boy Genius' back then. He was so smart.. We were friends until he moved away to New York.. I have to go. Forget I said anything, I shouldn't have." Turning away suddenly, Miyako jogged down what was left of the hallway and didn't stop for long when she opened the doors to the institution where they were hosting their latest experiment.
Stepping through the doors, Miyako looked around before locking them behind her to make sure Marvin doesn't get in. Though he had full access, she knew it would buy some time before he could catch up to her again.. If she hurried. Taking off down the hallway she was breathing heavily by the time she skidded on her heels before the heavyset doors leading towards the keep. Where those about to undergo whatever it was they were here for were prepared and kept safe.
..A memory flashed through her mind so suddenly she gasped and went rigid while her eyes clouded over.
"You'll write me, right Ken?" A girl staring into gorgeous and tender violet eyes asked pleadingly. Wrapped in her winter jacket, they were standing in the airport parking lot where she managed to catch him before he was on his way to America.. About to be pulled from everything he knew, she could tell he was nervous.
Looking at her, Ken nodded and took her hands away from the edge of her coat. Smiling bravely at her he stared into her eyes. The way he stood, tall and erect, made him seem older than he really was."Yes, Miya-chan. I'll write and I'll tell you all about America.. Then I'll see if I can come back to Japan for the summer." Widening his smile at her, his face slowly blushed as he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips before ascending the stairway.
Miyako watched as Ken, her crush, her love, climbed the steps towards the airplane. Her eyes were brimming with tears and she touched her lips, knowing she'd always remember their first and last kiss. The way the wind blew through her hair and tickled her eyelashes, the smell of Ken and the way he looked at her with sadness hidden by courage, a memory forever frozen in time.
"I love you Ken-kun! Ken! I'll be waiting! Ken!"
He turned around to look at her a last time, smiling and waving. The airplane engine sucked his voice from the wind as he called to her, the words never reaching her ears before he pulled himself away and walked inside the monstrous sky flyer..
..Time fast-forwarded and Miyako found herself standing in front of steel gray doors, a panel on the side awaiting her password. Walking towards it, she kept her eyes focused on the doors fearfully. The buttons chirped as each number was punched in; plain background noise. Slowly the doors drew away from each other to reveal rows of cages down a long hallway. Stepping in, her breathing was picking up with nervousness as she walked down the hallway..