Lost Angel
By Akiya Arimoto
Chapter Two: Angel Watching Over Me
Akiya: Hello again. Remember this story isn't finished? This is the end! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. Like duh!
It had been 6 years since that battle. Kouji Minamoto had moved 5 times these past years. Although all the Digdestined kept in touch, he had somehow seperated form the others. Izumi. I'm sorry . . .
Every day, he had regretted the rash decision he had made to get rid of Cherubimon. Takuya assured him that it was the best thing to do. Although Takuya, never changed, Junpei, and Tomoki was detached from the others too.
Izumi was like a long sister to Tomoki. He would rather be bullied all the time than lose Izumi. Izumi was something to Junpei. (Don't ask me, I don't know what. Let's just say that I didn't know what is in Junpei's head.)
Kouji had vowed never to love a girl again. (yes, he loved Izumi. Whenever I'm getting mushing just tell me.) Standing by Izumi's grave, (err . . . they couldn't get the body . . so. . they got a replica) he was lost in his thought. Why Why did I do that? If Izumi was here . .. he often caught himself thinking that.
She's dead, Kouji reminded himself. He wondered what Izumi wanted to tell him. ". . . . I'll be back some . . ." It must be my imagination, he decided. She couldn't mean . . . He put the nadeshiko flowers beside her grave.
Carved on it was: 'Izumi Orimoto: The Wind Itself Could Not Match Her.' He smiled. Yes, he was the one who came up with the idea. What he was thinking, no one knew. (a/n: except maybe the author . . .T-he!)
He sat down, letting his thought wander. He started, Izumi, guess what happened today? We found out that Tomoki had grown a foot taller than the last time you met him. How are you doing? . . . Two hours later, he opened his eyes.
He found a stream where he washed his face. He used his bandanna to wipe it. Suddenly, the water reflected Izumi's face. She was smiling and her silent tinkling laugh echoed through him.
He couldn't believe his eyes. He quickly whipped around. No one was behind him. He quickly turned toward the stream again. He only saw his face. Was I just hallucinating? he wondered to himself.
Yet one year later, after he graduated from high school, he still saw her face whether as a reflection, or just in the wind. He heard her voice everywhere he went. I'm watching over you, was what she was seemed to be saying.
He always thought of her in his mind. Six years, he married. With her smile and friendliness, she once again won the hearts of all. Her name was Izumi Orimoto.
Akiya: End!
Readers: What the?! How did Izumi come back from the dead?
Akiya: If you don't get it, state it in your review, and leave your e-mail address, or e-mail me seperatly. But: You're not supposed to get it. CPL, do not flame me once again on how there's no plot, my typing sucks, and how I have the traits of a bad writer. I will just ignore. you. Got that?
Hyper Akiya: It's cause Izumi wasn't really-mmph!
Akiya:Shut up! You'll ruin the entire story!
Hyper Akiya: *smiles* Too bad, I already did.
Akiya: No, you didn't . . . what you did was tell a lie!
Hyper Akiya: So?
Akiya: It's not right! I knew I should've chosen another muse!
Hyper Akiya: Haha, you're stuck with me.
Akiya: No, I created you, I can destroy you!
Hyper Akiya: Wahh, please don't! I'll pay you!
Akiya: Pulease. Shut up. I know this is very, very short. I can't help that this is all cramped up. I'm so sorry, but this is the second time I've tried to fix it. 5 spaces! You wouldn't believe! Thanks for all the reviews I got: 16 reviews! Amazing! Keep on reviewing! Addio!
By Akiya Arimoto
Chapter Two: Angel Watching Over Me
Akiya: Hello again. Remember this story isn't finished? This is the end! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. Like duh!
It had been 6 years since that battle. Kouji Minamoto had moved 5 times these past years. Although all the Digdestined kept in touch, he had somehow seperated form the others. Izumi. I'm sorry . . .
Every day, he had regretted the rash decision he had made to get rid of Cherubimon. Takuya assured him that it was the best thing to do. Although Takuya, never changed, Junpei, and Tomoki was detached from the others too.
Izumi was like a long sister to Tomoki. He would rather be bullied all the time than lose Izumi. Izumi was something to Junpei. (Don't ask me, I don't know what. Let's just say that I didn't know what is in Junpei's head.)
Kouji had vowed never to love a girl again. (yes, he loved Izumi. Whenever I'm getting mushing just tell me.) Standing by Izumi's grave, (err . . . they couldn't get the body . . so. . they got a replica) he was lost in his thought. Why Why did I do that? If Izumi was here . .. he often caught himself thinking that.
She's dead, Kouji reminded himself. He wondered what Izumi wanted to tell him. ". . . . I'll be back some . . ." It must be my imagination, he decided. She couldn't mean . . . He put the nadeshiko flowers beside her grave.
Carved on it was: 'Izumi Orimoto: The Wind Itself Could Not Match Her.' He smiled. Yes, he was the one who came up with the idea. What he was thinking, no one knew. (a/n: except maybe the author . . .T-he!)
He sat down, letting his thought wander. He started, Izumi, guess what happened today? We found out that Tomoki had grown a foot taller than the last time you met him. How are you doing? . . . Two hours later, he opened his eyes.
He found a stream where he washed his face. He used his bandanna to wipe it. Suddenly, the water reflected Izumi's face. She was smiling and her silent tinkling laugh echoed through him.
He couldn't believe his eyes. He quickly whipped around. No one was behind him. He quickly turned toward the stream again. He only saw his face. Was I just hallucinating? he wondered to himself.
Yet one year later, after he graduated from high school, he still saw her face whether as a reflection, or just in the wind. He heard her voice everywhere he went. I'm watching over you, was what she was seemed to be saying.
He always thought of her in his mind. Six years, he married. With her smile and friendliness, she once again won the hearts of all. Her name was Izumi Orimoto.
Akiya: End!
Readers: What the?! How did Izumi come back from the dead?
Akiya: If you don't get it, state it in your review, and leave your e-mail address, or e-mail me seperatly. But: You're not supposed to get it. CPL, do not flame me once again on how there's no plot, my typing sucks, and how I have the traits of a bad writer. I will just ignore. you. Got that?
Hyper Akiya: It's cause Izumi wasn't really-mmph!
Akiya:Shut up! You'll ruin the entire story!
Hyper Akiya: *smiles* Too bad, I already did.
Akiya: No, you didn't . . . what you did was tell a lie!
Hyper Akiya: So?
Akiya: It's not right! I knew I should've chosen another muse!
Hyper Akiya: Haha, you're stuck with me.
Akiya: No, I created you, I can destroy you!
Hyper Akiya: Wahh, please don't! I'll pay you!
Akiya: Pulease. Shut up. I know this is very, very short. I can't help that this is all cramped up. I'm so sorry, but this is the second time I've tried to fix it. 5 spaces! You wouldn't believe! Thanks for all the reviews I got: 16 reviews! Amazing! Keep on reviewing! Addio!