Untitled (for now)
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, yes we have established that, thank you.
A/n: It's summer and you'd think I'd have more time to write, well so did I. There are reasons beyond my power to prevent, but I don't plan on elaborating on them. I haven't written a fic since 'Shattered Ice'(excluding my short story), so I'm getting anxious to write some, well at least finished what I've started. I just wrote a short story recently and posted it, just trying to get reviews due to the fact I'm submitting it as my entry for this writing competition at my library. Check it out if ya like, it's called 'Beneath the Surface'. Well back to this fic, I'm not answering anything about what happened, you are just going to have to read to find out for yourselves. On with the fic!
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A bright ray of sunlight drifted through the open window, cooling the atmosphere only slightly, being that it was only the first of September, and taunted the auburn-haired girl deep in her slumber, presently sleeping at her small, hard, wooden desk. The sun finally managed to pull the girl out of her slumber, and began to rise to meet the day. She groaned, clearly annoyed at the rude intrusion of daybreak, but rubbed her eyes and leaned back her chair to glance at her alarm clock presently resting by her bedside. Just as she noticed the red numerals glowing 7:30am, her eyes widdened and as she lost her concentration, her old chair tipped back a little too far and left both Ruki and the chair to topple over backwards.
"Ahhh!" she yelled, as she tumbled backwards. She stood up and brushed herself off, flattening her mid-back length blond-streaked, auburn hair and tucking it behind her ears. 'How nice,' she thought sarcastically,'such a lovely, relaxing way to wake up.' Glancing back at her clock, she cringed as she ran into her bedroom cussing,' Shit! I'm so going to get fired today!' She didn't have any classes today, so she had applied for a new job at the coffee shop, and told the manager she could only work days when she had no classes and every night. Both work, which this was her first day, and school, which she'd managed out of her mother's savings, kept her extremely busy, and was very exhausting.
Pulling on one of her few pairs of clean, black jeans, and a plain, black t- shirt, along with a pair of worn, dark blue runners. She couldn't afford any new clothes to look fancy for this interview, but as long as she was half-decent, she didn't think they'd care. Running a cheap hairbrush through her tangled locks, she put it into a rubber elastic band sitting on top of her counter in her tiny kitchen. She brushed her teeth and washed up in record time, grabbing her small bag, and blue, button up, worn sweater, she ran out the door. Stepping into the elevator, she smashed the buttons down, and wondered for a moment what the management would do if she broke them one day.
Running down the street, glancing ahead of her to see if the bus had arrived at its stop on time for once, which it hadn't, so she continued running down the poor neighbourhood's streets. She lived in the ghettos, because it was all she could afford right now, and it was the closest she could get to her college. The homeless bums only glanced at her as she ran by, taking short-cuts through a few alleys, and hopping fences, which she was pro at now. Breathing slightly she finally arrived at the small café, located about seven blocks from her appartment, and was actually right near the college she attended, and that would make things more convienient because she could run straight there after classes. Of course that was only assuming she didn't get fired, being late on her first day and all.
She walked in the small bar, it was a quiant little place, with a dark atmosphere, the air was filled with a stong whiskey scent, and made her feel a bit naucious, being she hadn't eaten in almost two days, and smelling alcohol first thing in the morning. Blushing only slightly, she cleared her throat as she walked slowly to the counter. A man resembled a thug she'd seen in a movie, when she was a child, once, he had dark brown knotted hair, was large in stature, about six foot five, with bulging muscles and stubble on his chin. There were also some tatoos covering his arms and shoulders, that were unsettling, and some scars on his rough, gaunt face. He studied her with his dark brown eyes, it was a bit unnerving, especially since she sensed something was not quite right about this place or the people in it.
For a moment she considered backing away slowly and running out if the bar in fear, but she refused to succomb to it, instead she reminded this was the only job she had all the requirments for, save for the last job which didn't last long.
Suddenly the man, whom resembled the thug, responded to her intrusion, "Are you the kid that wanted the job?" She nodded her head, "Yes sir." "Good. First thing, don't ever be late again, otherwise you're gone, and make sure you come on your shifts, otherwise I can get somebody else to replace you and then you'll be gone. Got that?" She stood her ground, not allowing him to sense any fear from her, and responded strongly, "Got it." Soon after that she came every scheduled day, and despite having a bad feeling for the place, she grew to ignore it. It was a good job, because it payed well, she often received tips, and knew how to handle any thug who came onto her, she'd almost reverted back to her old self, the person she was in her days of the Tamers, or at least the beginnings of those days. No! She wouldn't think of them, she'd done far too much damage already and even if they did manage to find her she couldn't ever face them again.
One evening as she walked home, she passed by a small variety store to pick up some milk, just before she walked in, a tall, scraggly haired man threw open the door, causing her to fly backwards onto the hard pavement. She looked up glaring daggers at him, and just as she opened her mouth to shout at him for being such an inconserate bastard, when she noticed a large cloth bag tucked underneith his left arm and a small handgun in the other hand. He glanced at her once before he spun to face the store clerk coming up behind him, he lifted the gun in the clerk's direction and pulled the trigger. The man fell at the sudden shot, and Ruki could only stare up in horror. She figured the guy with the gun was a robber, and began backing away fearfully. At that the robber sped off, running down the street, Ruki almost let out a sigh of relief when all of sudden, she felt a bullet tear through her left leg, just below her knee. The pain was undescribable, her eyes widdened in horror and tears rushed to her eyes. One last glance at where the shot had come from, she took, and watched the robber run off down the street. Soon all went black.
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Voices, screams of terror, memories. "No! Mom! Grandma! It was all my fault, I was the driver, it's all my fault, and now you're gone because of me.." She began to weep uncontrollably.
Voices, talking, consciousness.
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Her eyes slowly stretched open, an aching pain her lower left leg reminded her of the night before, or was this the same night? She glanced around and winced when the sunlight burned her eyes, she was on a soft white stretcher-like bed, and the window across the room let in a bright sunlight, oh how she hated the sun at this moment. After a moment of absorbing in her surroundings, an older Chinese-Japanese woman, with light violet hair pulled into a loose bun walked into the room, wearing a doctor's lab coat, dark dress pants, a light violet blouse, and carried a clipboard covered with papers. Ruki concluded she was in the hospital and this was her doctor for the time being.
The woman smiled when she saw Ruki had finally awoken, and greeted, "Hello there, how are you feeling this morning?" Ruki groaned, and responded sarcastically, "Like I was shot." The woman suppressed a small sympathetic grin, and informed her, "Ah yes, well one of the customers in the variety store called an ambulance and it's a good thing too, your wound would have gotten even more infected than it already was. Well anyways after that you were operated on, they removed a bullet from your leg, and we're getting a treatment together to help clear up the infection." "Oh," she responded quietly. Not quite knowing what to say, she introduced herself, "Well since I'll be your doctor for now, my name is Doctor Lee. And you are?" Ruki almost couldn't breath, 'Lee?! As in Lee Jenrya?! Calm down Ruki, you haven't seen him in years, and plus this might just be a coincidence,' she thought trying to reason. But she was still curious, what this the older sister of the Jenrya she once knew? If it was she had to know, but she didn't want anyone to know she was no longer missing, especially Jenrya.
Swallowing the saliva that had gathered in her mouth, the violet haired doctor looked at her, "Are you alright? What's wrong?" "Um nothing,"she responded a bit too quickly, "I um can't tell you my name, because, uh, I can remember!" "Oh you poor thing! It's probably only a temporary amnesia, don't worry you'll come to terms with your memory soon. For now though we need a name we can call you by, any suggestions?" Not fully thinking about it, Ruki responded quietly, "Rumiko." 'Cripes! That was her mother's name! What on earth did she have to say that?! Oh well, hopefully no one will recognize it. She felt bad about lying, she really hadn't lost her memory but she couldn't take any chances. "That's a nice name," she said with a smile, "Well I'd best be getting back to work; I'll be by later to check on you and there will be a nurse in here every half hour to check on you just in case you need anything." Ruki nodded, not having smiled in four years, and not about to start now.
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A/n: Well there's the next chapter, finally an update, ne? Please read and review, it's always greatly appreciated, and I'll get to updating this as soon as I can. Ja!^_^
Keisan
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, yes we have established that, thank you.
A/n: It's summer and you'd think I'd have more time to write, well so did I. There are reasons beyond my power to prevent, but I don't plan on elaborating on them. I haven't written a fic since 'Shattered Ice'(excluding my short story), so I'm getting anxious to write some, well at least finished what I've started. I just wrote a short story recently and posted it, just trying to get reviews due to the fact I'm submitting it as my entry for this writing competition at my library. Check it out if ya like, it's called 'Beneath the Surface'. Well back to this fic, I'm not answering anything about what happened, you are just going to have to read to find out for yourselves. On with the fic!
~*~*~*~*
A bright ray of sunlight drifted through the open window, cooling the atmosphere only slightly, being that it was only the first of September, and taunted the auburn-haired girl deep in her slumber, presently sleeping at her small, hard, wooden desk. The sun finally managed to pull the girl out of her slumber, and began to rise to meet the day. She groaned, clearly annoyed at the rude intrusion of daybreak, but rubbed her eyes and leaned back her chair to glance at her alarm clock presently resting by her bedside. Just as she noticed the red numerals glowing 7:30am, her eyes widdened and as she lost her concentration, her old chair tipped back a little too far and left both Ruki and the chair to topple over backwards.
"Ahhh!" she yelled, as she tumbled backwards. She stood up and brushed herself off, flattening her mid-back length blond-streaked, auburn hair and tucking it behind her ears. 'How nice,' she thought sarcastically,'such a lovely, relaxing way to wake up.' Glancing back at her clock, she cringed as she ran into her bedroom cussing,' Shit! I'm so going to get fired today!' She didn't have any classes today, so she had applied for a new job at the coffee shop, and told the manager she could only work days when she had no classes and every night. Both work, which this was her first day, and school, which she'd managed out of her mother's savings, kept her extremely busy, and was very exhausting.
Pulling on one of her few pairs of clean, black jeans, and a plain, black t- shirt, along with a pair of worn, dark blue runners. She couldn't afford any new clothes to look fancy for this interview, but as long as she was half-decent, she didn't think they'd care. Running a cheap hairbrush through her tangled locks, she put it into a rubber elastic band sitting on top of her counter in her tiny kitchen. She brushed her teeth and washed up in record time, grabbing her small bag, and blue, button up, worn sweater, she ran out the door. Stepping into the elevator, she smashed the buttons down, and wondered for a moment what the management would do if she broke them one day.
Running down the street, glancing ahead of her to see if the bus had arrived at its stop on time for once, which it hadn't, so she continued running down the poor neighbourhood's streets. She lived in the ghettos, because it was all she could afford right now, and it was the closest she could get to her college. The homeless bums only glanced at her as she ran by, taking short-cuts through a few alleys, and hopping fences, which she was pro at now. Breathing slightly she finally arrived at the small café, located about seven blocks from her appartment, and was actually right near the college she attended, and that would make things more convienient because she could run straight there after classes. Of course that was only assuming she didn't get fired, being late on her first day and all.
She walked in the small bar, it was a quiant little place, with a dark atmosphere, the air was filled with a stong whiskey scent, and made her feel a bit naucious, being she hadn't eaten in almost two days, and smelling alcohol first thing in the morning. Blushing only slightly, she cleared her throat as she walked slowly to the counter. A man resembled a thug she'd seen in a movie, when she was a child, once, he had dark brown knotted hair, was large in stature, about six foot five, with bulging muscles and stubble on his chin. There were also some tatoos covering his arms and shoulders, that were unsettling, and some scars on his rough, gaunt face. He studied her with his dark brown eyes, it was a bit unnerving, especially since she sensed something was not quite right about this place or the people in it.
For a moment she considered backing away slowly and running out if the bar in fear, but she refused to succomb to it, instead she reminded this was the only job she had all the requirments for, save for the last job which didn't last long.
Suddenly the man, whom resembled the thug, responded to her intrusion, "Are you the kid that wanted the job?" She nodded her head, "Yes sir." "Good. First thing, don't ever be late again, otherwise you're gone, and make sure you come on your shifts, otherwise I can get somebody else to replace you and then you'll be gone. Got that?" She stood her ground, not allowing him to sense any fear from her, and responded strongly, "Got it." Soon after that she came every scheduled day, and despite having a bad feeling for the place, she grew to ignore it. It was a good job, because it payed well, she often received tips, and knew how to handle any thug who came onto her, she'd almost reverted back to her old self, the person she was in her days of the Tamers, or at least the beginnings of those days. No! She wouldn't think of them, she'd done far too much damage already and even if they did manage to find her she couldn't ever face them again.
One evening as she walked home, she passed by a small variety store to pick up some milk, just before she walked in, a tall, scraggly haired man threw open the door, causing her to fly backwards onto the hard pavement. She looked up glaring daggers at him, and just as she opened her mouth to shout at him for being such an inconserate bastard, when she noticed a large cloth bag tucked underneith his left arm and a small handgun in the other hand. He glanced at her once before he spun to face the store clerk coming up behind him, he lifted the gun in the clerk's direction and pulled the trigger. The man fell at the sudden shot, and Ruki could only stare up in horror. She figured the guy with the gun was a robber, and began backing away fearfully. At that the robber sped off, running down the street, Ruki almost let out a sigh of relief when all of sudden, she felt a bullet tear through her left leg, just below her knee. The pain was undescribable, her eyes widdened in horror and tears rushed to her eyes. One last glance at where the shot had come from, she took, and watched the robber run off down the street. Soon all went black.
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Voices, screams of terror, memories. "No! Mom! Grandma! It was all my fault, I was the driver, it's all my fault, and now you're gone because of me.." She began to weep uncontrollably.
Voices, talking, consciousness.
~****~
Her eyes slowly stretched open, an aching pain her lower left leg reminded her of the night before, or was this the same night? She glanced around and winced when the sunlight burned her eyes, she was on a soft white stretcher-like bed, and the window across the room let in a bright sunlight, oh how she hated the sun at this moment. After a moment of absorbing in her surroundings, an older Chinese-Japanese woman, with light violet hair pulled into a loose bun walked into the room, wearing a doctor's lab coat, dark dress pants, a light violet blouse, and carried a clipboard covered with papers. Ruki concluded she was in the hospital and this was her doctor for the time being.
The woman smiled when she saw Ruki had finally awoken, and greeted, "Hello there, how are you feeling this morning?" Ruki groaned, and responded sarcastically, "Like I was shot." The woman suppressed a small sympathetic grin, and informed her, "Ah yes, well one of the customers in the variety store called an ambulance and it's a good thing too, your wound would have gotten even more infected than it already was. Well anyways after that you were operated on, they removed a bullet from your leg, and we're getting a treatment together to help clear up the infection." "Oh," she responded quietly. Not quite knowing what to say, she introduced herself, "Well since I'll be your doctor for now, my name is Doctor Lee. And you are?" Ruki almost couldn't breath, 'Lee?! As in Lee Jenrya?! Calm down Ruki, you haven't seen him in years, and plus this might just be a coincidence,' she thought trying to reason. But she was still curious, what this the older sister of the Jenrya she once knew? If it was she had to know, but she didn't want anyone to know she was no longer missing, especially Jenrya.
Swallowing the saliva that had gathered in her mouth, the violet haired doctor looked at her, "Are you alright? What's wrong?" "Um nothing,"she responded a bit too quickly, "I um can't tell you my name, because, uh, I can remember!" "Oh you poor thing! It's probably only a temporary amnesia, don't worry you'll come to terms with your memory soon. For now though we need a name we can call you by, any suggestions?" Not fully thinking about it, Ruki responded quietly, "Rumiko." 'Cripes! That was her mother's name! What on earth did she have to say that?! Oh well, hopefully no one will recognize it. She felt bad about lying, she really hadn't lost her memory but she couldn't take any chances. "That's a nice name," she said with a smile, "Well I'd best be getting back to work; I'll be by later to check on you and there will be a nurse in here every half hour to check on you just in case you need anything." Ruki nodded, not having smiled in four years, and not about to start now.
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A/n: Well there's the next chapter, finally an update, ne? Please read and review, it's always greatly appreciated, and I'll get to updating this as soon as I can. Ja!^_^
Keisan