My Decision
Disclaimer: I do not own Fox Kids or Toie Animation or any companies associated with the production of Digimon. If however, I did own those companies, characters like Daisuke and Junpei would be tortured… heehee ^.^
Paragraph from the last chapter:
"I've never seen anyone practice as hard as that Takuya." Commented Hiroyuki to his wife.
Aki chuckled, "He probably has someone special to play it to."
Takuya practiced like there was no tomorrow, until he mastered the song… and his fingers hurt. It was a flowing river of music that drifted throughout the apartment building onto the streets, and as night settled in, it was a sweet melody settling among the lovers by the boardwalk, as the tune died down. Takuya laid to rest on his tatami, and in himself, he had grown up. He was going back to Izumi in one week, changed.
~*~*~*~
Izumi woke up at sunrise to a beautiful bird's melody. She got out of bed and slipped on her slippers as she peaked up to see the upper bunk. Ami was still asleep. So silently, Izumi moved to the desk in the room and opened up a drawer retrieving a pencil and a couple sheets of paper she kept. She lifted a chair and brought it over to the window facing the early morning sun, peaking over the horizon. As Izumi opened the window, a light carefree breeze swept in, and she took a seat.
The Old Man Sea and Mountain
The Old Man Sea called out to me,
And asked me where I was
He wanted me to join him
But I answered no because.
The mountain grey called out to me,
And asked me where I'll go
She wanted me to join her
But I wanted some place low.
The reason I didn't go with Old Man Sea and mountain
Was because I harbored hope
A little sprout; a fountain
A wish he would return.
A little wish
That he would
Return To
Me.
As Izumi finished her poem, Ami caught her off guard.
"Writing, I see, but about who?" Ami asked curiously.
"Poems do not have to be about anyone. I am trying freestyle to see what I can write, Ami." Replied Izumi a little miffed.
"I'm sorry, Izumi, guess I'm on edge, the formal is tonight." Ami apologetically replied.
"That's okay, guess we both are."
"All right, change the mood, and change for breakfast!" Ami cheerfully replied.
~*~*~*~
Takuya was getting impatient. The day seemed so long and hard to pass, and he didn't know what to do about his increasing urgency to see Izumi. That day was particularly hot, and Takuya didn't want to go outside, so instead he stayed inside, drawing pictures in his head, of his precious memories of Izumi, each one golden like the last. He chuckled to himself at the fights he had with her, and how ridiculous they were. At the end of the day, he sighed, because regardless of human age and naivety, he had a deep emotion, engraved in his heart forever.
Kentaro suddenly climbed up beside Takuya and laid his little head on Takuya's stomach, thumb in hand. Takuya smiled as he drifted off, the glowing orange of the sun, reflected on his face.
'One day,' he thought, ' one day I should like to have a family as peaceful as this'
~*~*~*~
After Basketball training was dismissed earlier that day in preparation for the formal, Izumi and Ami ran all the way back to their cabins, hoping to get a shower before everyone was there, so they would be able to get ready in their room. Luckily, they were track runners, and got pretty good distance, getting one of the first showers that chaotic early evening. In the mad dashing frenzy, she almost knocked over a smaller boy, one of a character that reminded her of Tomoki.
"I'm sorry, what, is your name?"
"My name is Takiyuki." The boy responded as he shuffled on the spot.
"Gomen, Takiyuki, please don't cry." Izumi pleaded as Takiyuki looked scared on the brink of tears.
She patted the dear boy's head and smiled. Takiyuki gave a smile back.
"That's okay, you better get going, I suppose you were in a rush."
Izumi smiled again and caught up to Ami. She never looked at younger children in the light of having children in the future before.
After taking showers, Ami and Izumi went back to their room. They styled and dried their hair, primped and pinched, and finally got into the nice dresses as five o'clock approached. In the final hour, Izumi and Ami talked little, partially in anticipation, but partially because Izumi wasn't saying much. She seemed almost alien to the world.
About ten minutes before six, Ami finally broke a long silence.
"Izumi, we better get going."
There was a slight pause of silence.
"I'm not going." Izumi said a bit unevenly, as she looked Ami straight in the eye.
"What?" Ami panicked.
"I am not going." Izumi calmly restated.
"Izumi, what is wrong with you? Ryo by your side would be the dream and envy of every girl in this camp!"
"I don't want fortune, I don't want fame! Don't you understand, Ami?" Izumi almost shouted.
Ami thought it over. It would probably be best to leave her alone. Izumi was a very determined person; nothing was going to sway her that easily.
"Izumi, are you sure about this? What am I going to say to Ryo?"
"Don't lie to him please. Just tell him, I am not going to come."
"Okay, are you sure you're going to be okay here alone?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure this is how you want to spend your last night here?"
"Get Out, Ami!" Izumi broke into a half hearted grin as she shoed Ami out of the room and shut the door.
When Ami got outside and approached Ryo, Ryo had barely any reaction as he shrugged and walked toward the facility where the formal was taking place. Ami later discovered he just went with a bunch of other girls, but rumors were flying over the dance hall as Izumi's appearance was expected, but she was a no-show.
~*~*~*~
Although saying what she had just said was hard, Izumi felt lighthearted. She had been lifted of a burden she had been carrying all month. As the sun set and light chatter and music drifted through the window from the dance hall, Izumi had firmly come to a conclusion.
"I do love Takuya, and to think I was going to try to bury it in my heart." She sighed.
The next morning, Izumi and Ami were packing their belongings in their suitcases. Basketball camp had drawn to a close, and all competitions and award ceremonies were taking place today, but their luggage would be picked up in the morning, as they would leave right after the awards ceremonies.
"It's so hard to believe that camp ended so fast." Commented Ami, a little absentmindedly as she has been asked by Ichiro to visit him in the winter holidays. Izumi didn't say anything. She was rather glad. Soon, she would be going home, and maybe a little bit more.
~*~*~*~
As she stepped on the bus, Izumi took on last look at the camp, which she made up her mind at. One decision. Her decision.
"My decision." She whispered.
On the bus ride home, she fell silently into a deep sleep, tired by the competitions.
After a warm and welcome home coming by her mother and father with a nice home-cooked meal and a little present for her efforts at camp, Izumi walked off to bed, extremely tired and heavy with food and festivities.
The next five days passed tediously as she didn't know when Takuya would be coming back exactly. She passed her time by reading, drawing, and going out occasionally to meet Ami for a drink or a little shopping. One Wednesday, she came back at around three o'clock in the afternoon, but her parents were out. She walked into the kitchen and put down her things as she noticed the answering machine was beeping. There was a message. Curiously, Izumi played it.
Who is it? What did the mystery person say?
A/N: Wow, I really should be doing history and eng. Lit, especially during the school year, but I wanted to write after leaving this fic for a while. Don't worry; ending is not to far too come. ^.^
Disclaimer: I do not own Fox Kids or Toie Animation or any companies associated with the production of Digimon. If however, I did own those companies, characters like Daisuke and Junpei would be tortured… heehee ^.^
Paragraph from the last chapter:
"I've never seen anyone practice as hard as that Takuya." Commented Hiroyuki to his wife.
Aki chuckled, "He probably has someone special to play it to."
Takuya practiced like there was no tomorrow, until he mastered the song… and his fingers hurt. It was a flowing river of music that drifted throughout the apartment building onto the streets, and as night settled in, it was a sweet melody settling among the lovers by the boardwalk, as the tune died down. Takuya laid to rest on his tatami, and in himself, he had grown up. He was going back to Izumi in one week, changed.
~*~*~*~
Izumi woke up at sunrise to a beautiful bird's melody. She got out of bed and slipped on her slippers as she peaked up to see the upper bunk. Ami was still asleep. So silently, Izumi moved to the desk in the room and opened up a drawer retrieving a pencil and a couple sheets of paper she kept. She lifted a chair and brought it over to the window facing the early morning sun, peaking over the horizon. As Izumi opened the window, a light carefree breeze swept in, and she took a seat.
The Old Man Sea and Mountain
The Old Man Sea called out to me,
And asked me where I was
He wanted me to join him
But I answered no because.
The mountain grey called out to me,
And asked me where I'll go
She wanted me to join her
But I wanted some place low.
The reason I didn't go with Old Man Sea and mountain
Was because I harbored hope
A little sprout; a fountain
A wish he would return.
A little wish
That he would
Return To
Me.
As Izumi finished her poem, Ami caught her off guard.
"Writing, I see, but about who?" Ami asked curiously.
"Poems do not have to be about anyone. I am trying freestyle to see what I can write, Ami." Replied Izumi a little miffed.
"I'm sorry, Izumi, guess I'm on edge, the formal is tonight." Ami apologetically replied.
"That's okay, guess we both are."
"All right, change the mood, and change for breakfast!" Ami cheerfully replied.
~*~*~*~
Takuya was getting impatient. The day seemed so long and hard to pass, and he didn't know what to do about his increasing urgency to see Izumi. That day was particularly hot, and Takuya didn't want to go outside, so instead he stayed inside, drawing pictures in his head, of his precious memories of Izumi, each one golden like the last. He chuckled to himself at the fights he had with her, and how ridiculous they were. At the end of the day, he sighed, because regardless of human age and naivety, he had a deep emotion, engraved in his heart forever.
Kentaro suddenly climbed up beside Takuya and laid his little head on Takuya's stomach, thumb in hand. Takuya smiled as he drifted off, the glowing orange of the sun, reflected on his face.
'One day,' he thought, ' one day I should like to have a family as peaceful as this'
~*~*~*~
After Basketball training was dismissed earlier that day in preparation for the formal, Izumi and Ami ran all the way back to their cabins, hoping to get a shower before everyone was there, so they would be able to get ready in their room. Luckily, they were track runners, and got pretty good distance, getting one of the first showers that chaotic early evening. In the mad dashing frenzy, she almost knocked over a smaller boy, one of a character that reminded her of Tomoki.
"I'm sorry, what, is your name?"
"My name is Takiyuki." The boy responded as he shuffled on the spot.
"Gomen, Takiyuki, please don't cry." Izumi pleaded as Takiyuki looked scared on the brink of tears.
She patted the dear boy's head and smiled. Takiyuki gave a smile back.
"That's okay, you better get going, I suppose you were in a rush."
Izumi smiled again and caught up to Ami. She never looked at younger children in the light of having children in the future before.
After taking showers, Ami and Izumi went back to their room. They styled and dried their hair, primped and pinched, and finally got into the nice dresses as five o'clock approached. In the final hour, Izumi and Ami talked little, partially in anticipation, but partially because Izumi wasn't saying much. She seemed almost alien to the world.
About ten minutes before six, Ami finally broke a long silence.
"Izumi, we better get going."
There was a slight pause of silence.
"I'm not going." Izumi said a bit unevenly, as she looked Ami straight in the eye.
"What?" Ami panicked.
"I am not going." Izumi calmly restated.
"Izumi, what is wrong with you? Ryo by your side would be the dream and envy of every girl in this camp!"
"I don't want fortune, I don't want fame! Don't you understand, Ami?" Izumi almost shouted.
Ami thought it over. It would probably be best to leave her alone. Izumi was a very determined person; nothing was going to sway her that easily.
"Izumi, are you sure about this? What am I going to say to Ryo?"
"Don't lie to him please. Just tell him, I am not going to come."
"Okay, are you sure you're going to be okay here alone?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure this is how you want to spend your last night here?"
"Get Out, Ami!" Izumi broke into a half hearted grin as she shoed Ami out of the room and shut the door.
When Ami got outside and approached Ryo, Ryo had barely any reaction as he shrugged and walked toward the facility where the formal was taking place. Ami later discovered he just went with a bunch of other girls, but rumors were flying over the dance hall as Izumi's appearance was expected, but she was a no-show.
~*~*~*~
Although saying what she had just said was hard, Izumi felt lighthearted. She had been lifted of a burden she had been carrying all month. As the sun set and light chatter and music drifted through the window from the dance hall, Izumi had firmly come to a conclusion.
"I do love Takuya, and to think I was going to try to bury it in my heart." She sighed.
The next morning, Izumi and Ami were packing their belongings in their suitcases. Basketball camp had drawn to a close, and all competitions and award ceremonies were taking place today, but their luggage would be picked up in the morning, as they would leave right after the awards ceremonies.
"It's so hard to believe that camp ended so fast." Commented Ami, a little absentmindedly as she has been asked by Ichiro to visit him in the winter holidays. Izumi didn't say anything. She was rather glad. Soon, she would be going home, and maybe a little bit more.
~*~*~*~
As she stepped on the bus, Izumi took on last look at the camp, which she made up her mind at. One decision. Her decision.
"My decision." She whispered.
On the bus ride home, she fell silently into a deep sleep, tired by the competitions.
After a warm and welcome home coming by her mother and father with a nice home-cooked meal and a little present for her efforts at camp, Izumi walked off to bed, extremely tired and heavy with food and festivities.
The next five days passed tediously as she didn't know when Takuya would be coming back exactly. She passed her time by reading, drawing, and going out occasionally to meet Ami for a drink or a little shopping. One Wednesday, she came back at around three o'clock in the afternoon, but her parents were out. She walked into the kitchen and put down her things as she noticed the answering machine was beeping. There was a message. Curiously, Izumi played it.
Who is it? What did the mystery person say?
A/N: Wow, I really should be doing history and eng. Lit, especially during the school year, but I wanted to write after leaving this fic for a while. Don't worry; ending is not to far too come. ^.^