Hey all!!! I'm back with another chapter of the famous fic without a
title!!!!! I know I left yall with a little cliff hanger last time, so
allow me to refresh your memory:
Sora was getting ready for her morning shift at Takenouchi Floral (her mother's flower shop) when she heard a CRASH coming from the bathroom where her mother was taking a shower, or so she thought. ~ enjoy, and don't forget to review!!! ^_^
Disclaimer: I never owned, and probably never will own Digimon, unless. *dark look sets upon her mind, and runs over to the table and draws up some plans, then remembers the lawyers* ^^U got a little carried away there!! Rest assured that I will do my best to make sure that if I can't own it, none of yall can!!! ^_~ and now onto the fic ~
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No Title Yet
By Anime Queen
Chapter 3
As soon as I heard the crash, I immediately knew something was wrong. Around 20% of all accidents happened in the bathroom. I knocked and called my mother, but there was no answer. As much as I hated her for doing everything she has, I began to feel slightly scared.
"Mom! Open up!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, pounding hard on the door. I tried to open it, but was locked from the inside.
I backed away from the door, and then kicked out at it with all my strength. It made a horrific noise, but on the fifth and sixth tries I managed to break the wood in the center. I reached into the hole and unlocked the handle.
I rushed inside. Everything was full of steam. The shower was turned on hot, and the curtain was pulled over the tub. I couldn't make out anything behind it. I reached in and turned the water off. Then I pulled back the shower curtain and jerked backwards at what I saw.
My mother lay in the now empty bathtub, the rest of the bloody water draining away. There was a nice clean gash in her forehead, and bags under her eyes. Her face looked ghostly white.
For a moment, I didn't know what to do. Then I made a run for the phone. I dialed emergency, and waited for them to pick up.
"This is emergency, how may I help you?" said a friendly feminine voice.
"M-My mother, she's. she's.un-uncon-shious," I stammered out. "P-Please."
"Don't worry, we'll be right there," she soothed briefly and hung up.
Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived. The men hoisted my mother, clad in a robe, out of the tub and onto a stretcher. Something white caught my eye, and I reached down to see what it was.
It turned out to be an empty pill capsule. I couldn't read the writing on the label - it was made illegible by the water. Another wave of panic hit me, and I raced downstairs and out the front door where my mother was being loaded into the back of the ambulance.
"Here," I gave the empty capsule to one of the paramedics. "I think she took some of this."
The man nodded, and helped me into the truck, beside my mother. I was nearing a state of panic, but surprisingly enough, I was able to think. Think about my mother, and all she's done to our family. Maybe her taking the pills. maybe it was a way out. Never have I thought that she was unhappy too. But if she really was unhappy, why didn't she abandon her 'isolate me' mission and return back to Japan? Back to my dad, and the place I grew up. Of course, nothing is that simple anymore.
We were nearing the hospital, and the doors threw open. A team clad in white aprons and face masks unloaded the stretcher, always conversing in hushed tones. A doctor escorted me into an empty waiting room and told me to wait.
All through this, I was surprised I never cried. Maybe all the years of isolation in a strange new place, without friends, without Matt, steeled my heart so that something like this seemed almost insignificant, and unworthy of tears. Yet I wondered: what if my mother wouldn't make it? What would I do then? But these concerns were too much into the future, and I couldn't bear to think that far.
"Sora?"
The waiting room seemed darker, and the only light seemed to come from the door, where a figure stood. It came closer, and I could now distinguish its features. I would know him anywhere.
"Yama, how did you know I was here?"
I looked up at his handsome face, and smiled sadly. He walked up closer, until he stood right above me. Then he put his hands on my shoulders, and kneeled in front of me.
"I just knew," he replied simply, smiling reassurance.
"It'll be all right, Sora, I promise," he said, tightening his arms around me, and putting his head in my lap, I stroked his golden-blonde hair fondly.
"Thank you, Yama," I whispered, and he just smiled in return.
We must have been there a while, for when I woke up, the first thing I saw was a mass of yellow hair belonging to Matt, still crouched in the same position as I last saw him. I smiled contently, and almost forgot why, and where I was.
"Miss Takenouchi?"
I looked up to see a doctor in a white coat walking towards me. I looked back at Matt, only he was gone. I sighed deeply. Why do I always have these stupid daydreams?
"Miss Takenouchi, your mother will be just fine," the doctor informed me, when he was close enough.
"Can I go see her?" I stood up.
"Of course, this way," he gestured for me to follow him.
I passed countless white doors until he stopped in front of one and opened it. I walked in and saw my mother lying on the bed. Her face was still pale, and her eyes were closed, but I guess that's what people look like after an accident.
"She would need to spend some time in rehabilitation. She overdosed on those pain killers."
"For how long?"
"That depends," the doctor sighed. "Well, what about you? Are you ok?"
"My mother tried to kill herself, so what do you think?" I said bitterly, immediately regretting it. I hadn't meant to snap at him - he wasn't a part of this.
"I'm sorry, Miss, I know it's hard. But do you need a ride home or anything?"
"I'd like to go home, thank you."
"Very well. Right this way."
We both got into his car, and he drove in silence.
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" he asked me again when we pulled up in front of my house.
"Yes."
I looked at the clock once inside. It was already three o'clock. I changed into more comfortable clothes and walked to Takenouchi Floral.
Someone was standing at the front door, waving at me as I neared.
"Hey, you're late!" Matt greeted me as I unlocked the door and let us in.
"I was at the hospital, my mother." I shook my head.
"Oh, I'm sorry. What happened?"
Am I dreaming again? Since when does the famous Yamato Ishida care about me?
"She overdosed on painkillers and collapsed," I said, hanging my head and turning to get to the cash register.
I felt his arms first, wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me into an embrace. Then I felt the comforting warmth as I slid against his chest and his arms tightened around me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings that were soaring out of my stomach, spreading wonderful warmth all over my body.
All the worries evaporated from my mind, as he whispered in my ear,
"You know I'm here for you, right?"
I nodded slightly. I dared not speak, for fear of saying something stupid and ruining the magical moment. His cheek was lightly pressed against mine, and I could just feel his soft hair. I started to relax, leaning further into him. He responded by tightening his hold on me, and lowering his head onto my shoulder.
I just hope I'm not dreaming again, I thought.
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Izzy: What's going on here?
Jou: Another Sorato. *shakes head*
Sora: Hey, this fic doesn't have a title!!!!!
Anime Queen: *sarcastically* So she finally notices. -_-U
Sora: *blush* ^_^U I knew that.
Anime Queen: Aha, yeah, sure, that's great hon.
Tai: Hey guys!!
Anime Queen: What are yall doing here??? I thought you were supposed to be in Denser than Metal!!! Get out, out, out!! We still need to finish that one up!!!
Mimi [to the side]: By the way, Denser than Metal is a real good fic ^_^ *hint, hint.*
TK: What, are you paying your cast to do commercials for you now? *smirks*
Matt: TK! *chases him around the auditorium* Be nice to the author!!
Tai: *whispers* And her pathetic attempts at after-scenes. ^_~
Anime Queen: What was that, Taichi-kun? *takes a step in his direction*
Tai: o.O Nothing!! *whistles innocently* I'll just be off to Denser than Metal, now.
Anime Queen: Now, that's better. ^_^
Mimi: Don't forget, always review!!! ^_~ (And no, I'm not paid to do commercials, unless.)
Anime Queen: *glares*
Mimi: All right, all right, I'm going!!! Yesh, authors these days. -_-u *grumble*
Matt: So whatever you do, don't read this without reviewing it. (And Anime Queen really needs title suggestions for this, so just email them to: anniki2003@aol.com as quickly as possible) *world famous grin* ^_~
Sora was getting ready for her morning shift at Takenouchi Floral (her mother's flower shop) when she heard a CRASH coming from the bathroom where her mother was taking a shower, or so she thought. ~ enjoy, and don't forget to review!!! ^_^
Disclaimer: I never owned, and probably never will own Digimon, unless. *dark look sets upon her mind, and runs over to the table and draws up some plans, then remembers the lawyers* ^^U got a little carried away there!! Rest assured that I will do my best to make sure that if I can't own it, none of yall can!!! ^_~ and now onto the fic ~
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No Title Yet
By Anime Queen
Chapter 3
As soon as I heard the crash, I immediately knew something was wrong. Around 20% of all accidents happened in the bathroom. I knocked and called my mother, but there was no answer. As much as I hated her for doing everything she has, I began to feel slightly scared.
"Mom! Open up!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, pounding hard on the door. I tried to open it, but was locked from the inside.
I backed away from the door, and then kicked out at it with all my strength. It made a horrific noise, but on the fifth and sixth tries I managed to break the wood in the center. I reached into the hole and unlocked the handle.
I rushed inside. Everything was full of steam. The shower was turned on hot, and the curtain was pulled over the tub. I couldn't make out anything behind it. I reached in and turned the water off. Then I pulled back the shower curtain and jerked backwards at what I saw.
My mother lay in the now empty bathtub, the rest of the bloody water draining away. There was a nice clean gash in her forehead, and bags under her eyes. Her face looked ghostly white.
For a moment, I didn't know what to do. Then I made a run for the phone. I dialed emergency, and waited for them to pick up.
"This is emergency, how may I help you?" said a friendly feminine voice.
"M-My mother, she's. she's.un-uncon-shious," I stammered out. "P-Please."
"Don't worry, we'll be right there," she soothed briefly and hung up.
Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived. The men hoisted my mother, clad in a robe, out of the tub and onto a stretcher. Something white caught my eye, and I reached down to see what it was.
It turned out to be an empty pill capsule. I couldn't read the writing on the label - it was made illegible by the water. Another wave of panic hit me, and I raced downstairs and out the front door where my mother was being loaded into the back of the ambulance.
"Here," I gave the empty capsule to one of the paramedics. "I think she took some of this."
The man nodded, and helped me into the truck, beside my mother. I was nearing a state of panic, but surprisingly enough, I was able to think. Think about my mother, and all she's done to our family. Maybe her taking the pills. maybe it was a way out. Never have I thought that she was unhappy too. But if she really was unhappy, why didn't she abandon her 'isolate me' mission and return back to Japan? Back to my dad, and the place I grew up. Of course, nothing is that simple anymore.
We were nearing the hospital, and the doors threw open. A team clad in white aprons and face masks unloaded the stretcher, always conversing in hushed tones. A doctor escorted me into an empty waiting room and told me to wait.
All through this, I was surprised I never cried. Maybe all the years of isolation in a strange new place, without friends, without Matt, steeled my heart so that something like this seemed almost insignificant, and unworthy of tears. Yet I wondered: what if my mother wouldn't make it? What would I do then? But these concerns were too much into the future, and I couldn't bear to think that far.
"Sora?"
The waiting room seemed darker, and the only light seemed to come from the door, where a figure stood. It came closer, and I could now distinguish its features. I would know him anywhere.
"Yama, how did you know I was here?"
I looked up at his handsome face, and smiled sadly. He walked up closer, until he stood right above me. Then he put his hands on my shoulders, and kneeled in front of me.
"I just knew," he replied simply, smiling reassurance.
"It'll be all right, Sora, I promise," he said, tightening his arms around me, and putting his head in my lap, I stroked his golden-blonde hair fondly.
"Thank you, Yama," I whispered, and he just smiled in return.
We must have been there a while, for when I woke up, the first thing I saw was a mass of yellow hair belonging to Matt, still crouched in the same position as I last saw him. I smiled contently, and almost forgot why, and where I was.
"Miss Takenouchi?"
I looked up to see a doctor in a white coat walking towards me. I looked back at Matt, only he was gone. I sighed deeply. Why do I always have these stupid daydreams?
"Miss Takenouchi, your mother will be just fine," the doctor informed me, when he was close enough.
"Can I go see her?" I stood up.
"Of course, this way," he gestured for me to follow him.
I passed countless white doors until he stopped in front of one and opened it. I walked in and saw my mother lying on the bed. Her face was still pale, and her eyes were closed, but I guess that's what people look like after an accident.
"She would need to spend some time in rehabilitation. She overdosed on those pain killers."
"For how long?"
"That depends," the doctor sighed. "Well, what about you? Are you ok?"
"My mother tried to kill herself, so what do you think?" I said bitterly, immediately regretting it. I hadn't meant to snap at him - he wasn't a part of this.
"I'm sorry, Miss, I know it's hard. But do you need a ride home or anything?"
"I'd like to go home, thank you."
"Very well. Right this way."
We both got into his car, and he drove in silence.
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" he asked me again when we pulled up in front of my house.
"Yes."
I looked at the clock once inside. It was already three o'clock. I changed into more comfortable clothes and walked to Takenouchi Floral.
Someone was standing at the front door, waving at me as I neared.
"Hey, you're late!" Matt greeted me as I unlocked the door and let us in.
"I was at the hospital, my mother." I shook my head.
"Oh, I'm sorry. What happened?"
Am I dreaming again? Since when does the famous Yamato Ishida care about me?
"She overdosed on painkillers and collapsed," I said, hanging my head and turning to get to the cash register.
I felt his arms first, wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me into an embrace. Then I felt the comforting warmth as I slid against his chest and his arms tightened around me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings that were soaring out of my stomach, spreading wonderful warmth all over my body.
All the worries evaporated from my mind, as he whispered in my ear,
"You know I'm here for you, right?"
I nodded slightly. I dared not speak, for fear of saying something stupid and ruining the magical moment. His cheek was lightly pressed against mine, and I could just feel his soft hair. I started to relax, leaning further into him. He responded by tightening his hold on me, and lowering his head onto my shoulder.
I just hope I'm not dreaming again, I thought.
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Izzy: What's going on here?
Jou: Another Sorato. *shakes head*
Sora: Hey, this fic doesn't have a title!!!!!
Anime Queen: *sarcastically* So she finally notices. -_-U
Sora: *blush* ^_^U I knew that.
Anime Queen: Aha, yeah, sure, that's great hon.
Tai: Hey guys!!
Anime Queen: What are yall doing here??? I thought you were supposed to be in Denser than Metal!!! Get out, out, out!! We still need to finish that one up!!!
Mimi [to the side]: By the way, Denser than Metal is a real good fic ^_^ *hint, hint.*
TK: What, are you paying your cast to do commercials for you now? *smirks*
Matt: TK! *chases him around the auditorium* Be nice to the author!!
Tai: *whispers* And her pathetic attempts at after-scenes. ^_~
Anime Queen: What was that, Taichi-kun? *takes a step in his direction*
Tai: o.O Nothing!! *whistles innocently* I'll just be off to Denser than Metal, now.
Anime Queen: Now, that's better. ^_^
Mimi: Don't forget, always review!!! ^_~ (And no, I'm not paid to do commercials, unless.)
Anime Queen: *glares*
Mimi: All right, all right, I'm going!!! Yesh, authors these days. -_-u *grumble*
Matt: So whatever you do, don't read this without reviewing it. (And Anime Queen really needs title suggestions for this, so just email them to: anniki2003@aol.com as quickly as possible) *world famous grin* ^_~