Believe in Magic
By Kara
Hi people! I am a sugar-addict—or at least a cappuccino-addict… I love cappuccinos! Especially the kind from Starbucks if you've heard of it… Wow, glum weather! I don't get it… Why do people write Catherine as a slut? Or something like that… I mean she is too prim and proper and polite—like she's a china doll. And what's with it? WHY does Takeru, a supposed Japanese boy, have blond hair??? Recently, I've studied genetics… and well, there must have been a blond before in both sides of the family…
Hm, I personally think that Toei was inspired by mythical stuff. You know Kimeramon, the one the Kaiser made from parts of different Digimon—well, in mythical creatures, Chimera had a front part of a combination of a lion and goat, the hind part a dragon that breathes fire… I think—I might have copied the info wrong… There's Nefertimon, some Egyptian creature—partly, and Pegasusmon—Pegasus the winged horse! Okay, to the story!!!!!!!!!
Young Takeru stared out the window with a distance worry for something that seemed so unreal and untouched—preserved carefully beneath layers of dust—the layers of human evolution and knowledge. He slid his hand onto the smooth and cold window, tracing the raindrops carefully. He slowly shivered, bringing him to reality and full of his senses.
"Darn it all!" Takeru yelled angrily. He knew something was going to happen—something bad. 'Please Kari… Please tell me soon…' Takeru pressed himself with questions. 'What is going to happen? Please tell…'
"Takeru? Is anything wrong?" Mrs. Takaishi called out.
"No, nothing's wrong…" Takeru answered quietly. 'Damn it Takeru! Grip Yourself!' But Takeru's other side argued. 'I can't… Why won't she tell me? There is something too wrong!'
The glum evening looked down upon Takeru. The raindrops continued at its pitter-patter, and continued to drop from the sky—as if the sky were mourning for a great death. The dark cloudy sky was cold and sharp, with a thunderstorm in the gray distance. Lightning bolts of a dim yellow crashed in the distance, heard for miles with its dark pleasurable rumble.
Takeru walked out onto the patio. "STOP IT!" he yelled angrily at the cold Mother Nature. He wasn't really bothered by the rain. The thing that bothered him was the truth about what was bothering Hikari, his best girl friend. He was letting out his tension upon the weather—something so many was blamed on.
Takeru stuck his head out into the storm from the lightly covered area. He let the rain whip his face. He needed it—to cleanse his soul clean of his fear and anger. The raindrops soon became his own—tears of fear and hate and anger, towering over Takeru's friendly and positive side. He bit his lower-lip, and walked back into the apartment, half-drenched in water.
Mrs. Takaishi came out of her room. "You're drenched!" she exclaimed. Then she looked out the window briefly. "This is going to be a long night…"
Takeru looked up sadly. He really wanted to resign from what he held—the deep dark secrets—but he couldn't, and didn't have time to give in to a coddle or admit and cry it all out and confess it to somebody.
"Those hands will kill…" hissed an unfamiliar voice, cold and distinct.
Takeru jerked up. He carefully looked down at his hands, clenched tightly. They were white and cold. "Did you hear anything?" he asked, uncertainly.
Mrs. Takaishi raised her eyebrow. "Are you all right?" She put her hand on his head, thinking her son had gotten a bad cold, and was very ill. "No fever… It was probably the howling of the wind…"
'It was just the howling of the wind… Yah!' Takeru tried to convince himself. 'But I heard something,' another part of him argued. He trembled for a second from fear, far distinct.
"Is something wrong?" Mrs. Takaishi asked quickly.
"No… No, nothing at all…" he replied. 'Nothing yet, at least…' Takeru added quietly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The day dawned with a lovely pink across the cold and icy atmosphere.
"Takeru, honey! Don't forget to wear a coat! I don't want you to catch cold! Are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride?" Mrs. Takaishi frowned, worried.
"Don't worry! I'm getting a ride… from Mrs. Inoue!" Takeru created. 'I'm sorry, mom… I hate to lie to you…' Takeru exited the building into the cold and blustery atmosphere. He shivered instinctively, his teeth beginning to chatter, and rubbed his hands together. "This is going to be a long walk, eh?" Takeru joked with himself quietly, against the loud howl of the fast wind.
Takeru began to walk slowly to school. 'Please let me meet Hikari on the way,' a voice in his mind begged. He neared the school.
"Takeru?" a small and lost voice cried out in surprise.
"Huh?" Takeru snapped from deep thought. "Oh, hi Hikari…" Takeru couldn't help but blush so lightly.
"Hi, Takeru…" she said.
"Please tell me, Hikari…" Takeru begged sadly. "I know there is something… something too wrong with all this…"
"I'm sorry, Takeru… I just can't bring myself to tell anybody—not even you—about this. It travels deeper…" Her voice quavered, on the verge of giving in and confessing everything.
"I guess I understand…" Takeru said rather icily—but his voice breaking to a sympathetic and woeful voice. He walked to the school door, and into the warm and pleasant school.
"I'm sorry Takeru… I'm only trying to protect you, for once… Not you protecting me…" she said softly under her half-choking voice. She wanted to cry, and be sympathized. She wanted to be protected, but she also wanted to prove herself. Hikari slowly turned into the warm classroom.
"Hi, Hikari…" Daisuke said.
Daisuke Motomiya had spiky auburn hair and brown eyes. He was a great soccer player, not completely modest and not too smart. He had an obvious crush on Hikari, but lessening a bit. He was thirteen, compared to Hikari and Takeru. He had the qualities of a rather rash yet fair leader, and the qualities of a true friend. He was good with girls, not as good as Takeru, and a short-tempered hothead.
"Well, T.S. is really worried, okay?" Dai finally broke the silence.
She nodded. 'I'll tell you sometime, Takeru…'
The school day flew by, with Takeru and Hikari not talking to each other.
It was still cold after school.
"Hikari! Wait!" Takeru cried. "I… I'm sorry… It's just that… I'm worried about you… You will tell me, when you're ready, won't you?"
"Yah… Don't worry… I know you'll always be here for me… Thanks, you're a great friend…" Hikari finally said.
Takeru nodded sadly. He knew Hikari wouldn't give in, but that would lead to some trouble eventually. He knew something bad was going to happen—he was getting bad vibes all over.
Hikari turned away, trying to gaze upon her future. 'Will I always have to cower? Is this just a taunting dream, and nothing more? Or is it more than it seems?' Hikari asked herself. She was desperate for answers, but the more questions she asked, the greater her fears became.
"Through my darkest hours… light will always shine… And through the world's despair… hope will always live…" Hikari said quietly, her voice blending into the rhythm of the wind and commotion around. "And like the popular quote from America… There is nothing to fear except fear itself…" Hikari became more confident in herself.
Something held Hikari aback from full confidence. There was one lone question that stood in her mind. 'What is fear?' Hikari thought. She could feel herself retreat from her confidence, into a mere vulnerable and scared child.
Hi! So… how is it so far? Sorry for the rather short chapter… Jeez! Those stupid italics… I can't figure out how anybody gets their italics to upload… that's the explanations to why the other chapters may have seemed weird with the sudden usage of 'I' or 'we'. So… Did you know that High school—you pay for it? Yah… It's not for free… Only for the first nine grades it's free…
~Kara
BTW: what is 'gaijin'? From Karensedai-kibou no tenshi… Maybe I need to widen my vocabulary… yep, that's on my to do list.
Another BTW: Does anybody know a good Digimon season 03 site, or at least a good Digimon site? 'Cause I sorta need some info on Digimon. (Yes, I am newly hooked onto Digimon, so tell me if characters are out of character—I don't know exactly how they'd act…)
By Kara
Hi people! I am a sugar-addict—or at least a cappuccino-addict… I love cappuccinos! Especially the kind from Starbucks if you've heard of it… Wow, glum weather! I don't get it… Why do people write Catherine as a slut? Or something like that… I mean she is too prim and proper and polite—like she's a china doll. And what's with it? WHY does Takeru, a supposed Japanese boy, have blond hair??? Recently, I've studied genetics… and well, there must have been a blond before in both sides of the family…
Hm, I personally think that Toei was inspired by mythical stuff. You know Kimeramon, the one the Kaiser made from parts of different Digimon—well, in mythical creatures, Chimera had a front part of a combination of a lion and goat, the hind part a dragon that breathes fire… I think—I might have copied the info wrong… There's Nefertimon, some Egyptian creature—partly, and Pegasusmon—Pegasus the winged horse! Okay, to the story!!!!!!!!!
Young Takeru stared out the window with a distance worry for something that seemed so unreal and untouched—preserved carefully beneath layers of dust—the layers of human evolution and knowledge. He slid his hand onto the smooth and cold window, tracing the raindrops carefully. He slowly shivered, bringing him to reality and full of his senses.
"Darn it all!" Takeru yelled angrily. He knew something was going to happen—something bad. 'Please Kari… Please tell me soon…' Takeru pressed himself with questions. 'What is going to happen? Please tell…'
"Takeru? Is anything wrong?" Mrs. Takaishi called out.
"No, nothing's wrong…" Takeru answered quietly. 'Damn it Takeru! Grip Yourself!' But Takeru's other side argued. 'I can't… Why won't she tell me? There is something too wrong!'
The glum evening looked down upon Takeru. The raindrops continued at its pitter-patter, and continued to drop from the sky—as if the sky were mourning for a great death. The dark cloudy sky was cold and sharp, with a thunderstorm in the gray distance. Lightning bolts of a dim yellow crashed in the distance, heard for miles with its dark pleasurable rumble.
Takeru walked out onto the patio. "STOP IT!" he yelled angrily at the cold Mother Nature. He wasn't really bothered by the rain. The thing that bothered him was the truth about what was bothering Hikari, his best girl friend. He was letting out his tension upon the weather—something so many was blamed on.
Takeru stuck his head out into the storm from the lightly covered area. He let the rain whip his face. He needed it—to cleanse his soul clean of his fear and anger. The raindrops soon became his own—tears of fear and hate and anger, towering over Takeru's friendly and positive side. He bit his lower-lip, and walked back into the apartment, half-drenched in water.
Mrs. Takaishi came out of her room. "You're drenched!" she exclaimed. Then she looked out the window briefly. "This is going to be a long night…"
Takeru looked up sadly. He really wanted to resign from what he held—the deep dark secrets—but he couldn't, and didn't have time to give in to a coddle or admit and cry it all out and confess it to somebody.
"Those hands will kill…" hissed an unfamiliar voice, cold and distinct.
Takeru jerked up. He carefully looked down at his hands, clenched tightly. They were white and cold. "Did you hear anything?" he asked, uncertainly.
Mrs. Takaishi raised her eyebrow. "Are you all right?" She put her hand on his head, thinking her son had gotten a bad cold, and was very ill. "No fever… It was probably the howling of the wind…"
'It was just the howling of the wind… Yah!' Takeru tried to convince himself. 'But I heard something,' another part of him argued. He trembled for a second from fear, far distinct.
"Is something wrong?" Mrs. Takaishi asked quickly.
"No… No, nothing at all…" he replied. 'Nothing yet, at least…' Takeru added quietly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The day dawned with a lovely pink across the cold and icy atmosphere.
"Takeru, honey! Don't forget to wear a coat! I don't want you to catch cold! Are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride?" Mrs. Takaishi frowned, worried.
"Don't worry! I'm getting a ride… from Mrs. Inoue!" Takeru created. 'I'm sorry, mom… I hate to lie to you…' Takeru exited the building into the cold and blustery atmosphere. He shivered instinctively, his teeth beginning to chatter, and rubbed his hands together. "This is going to be a long walk, eh?" Takeru joked with himself quietly, against the loud howl of the fast wind.
Takeru began to walk slowly to school. 'Please let me meet Hikari on the way,' a voice in his mind begged. He neared the school.
"Takeru?" a small and lost voice cried out in surprise.
"Huh?" Takeru snapped from deep thought. "Oh, hi Hikari…" Takeru couldn't help but blush so lightly.
"Hi, Takeru…" she said.
"Please tell me, Hikari…" Takeru begged sadly. "I know there is something… something too wrong with all this…"
"I'm sorry, Takeru… I just can't bring myself to tell anybody—not even you—about this. It travels deeper…" Her voice quavered, on the verge of giving in and confessing everything.
"I guess I understand…" Takeru said rather icily—but his voice breaking to a sympathetic and woeful voice. He walked to the school door, and into the warm and pleasant school.
"I'm sorry Takeru… I'm only trying to protect you, for once… Not you protecting me…" she said softly under her half-choking voice. She wanted to cry, and be sympathized. She wanted to be protected, but she also wanted to prove herself. Hikari slowly turned into the warm classroom.
"Hi, Hikari…" Daisuke said.
Daisuke Motomiya had spiky auburn hair and brown eyes. He was a great soccer player, not completely modest and not too smart. He had an obvious crush on Hikari, but lessening a bit. He was thirteen, compared to Hikari and Takeru. He had the qualities of a rather rash yet fair leader, and the qualities of a true friend. He was good with girls, not as good as Takeru, and a short-tempered hothead.
"Well, T.S. is really worried, okay?" Dai finally broke the silence.
She nodded. 'I'll tell you sometime, Takeru…'
The school day flew by, with Takeru and Hikari not talking to each other.
It was still cold after school.
"Hikari! Wait!" Takeru cried. "I… I'm sorry… It's just that… I'm worried about you… You will tell me, when you're ready, won't you?"
"Yah… Don't worry… I know you'll always be here for me… Thanks, you're a great friend…" Hikari finally said.
Takeru nodded sadly. He knew Hikari wouldn't give in, but that would lead to some trouble eventually. He knew something bad was going to happen—he was getting bad vibes all over.
Hikari turned away, trying to gaze upon her future. 'Will I always have to cower? Is this just a taunting dream, and nothing more? Or is it more than it seems?' Hikari asked herself. She was desperate for answers, but the more questions she asked, the greater her fears became.
"Through my darkest hours… light will always shine… And through the world's despair… hope will always live…" Hikari said quietly, her voice blending into the rhythm of the wind and commotion around. "And like the popular quote from America… There is nothing to fear except fear itself…" Hikari became more confident in herself.
Something held Hikari aback from full confidence. There was one lone question that stood in her mind. 'What is fear?' Hikari thought. She could feel herself retreat from her confidence, into a mere vulnerable and scared child.
Hi! So… how is it so far? Sorry for the rather short chapter… Jeez! Those stupid italics… I can't figure out how anybody gets their italics to upload… that's the explanations to why the other chapters may have seemed weird with the sudden usage of 'I' or 'we'. So… Did you know that High school—you pay for it? Yah… It's not for free… Only for the first nine grades it's free…
~Kara
BTW: what is 'gaijin'? From Karensedai-kibou no tenshi… Maybe I need to widen my vocabulary… yep, that's on my to do list.
Another BTW: Does anybody know a good Digimon season 03 site, or at least a good Digimon site? 'Cause I sorta need some info on Digimon. (Yes, I am newly hooked onto Digimon, so tell me if characters are out of character—I don't know exactly how they'd act…)