Inspirations
By Moony
Note: Oh GOD it's taken so long for me to write this. I understand how Miyako feels. I just wish that I was lucky enough to have a cute nerd like Koushirou to inspire me. . . Wait, my boyfriend's a cute nerd. . . Well, he doesn't help, much. I should fire him. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of it's characters. It all belongs to some very rich people who work in big office buildings and probably own tennis courts.
Chapter II: Wise Old Big Brother
What bothered Miyako the most about writing the story was that she didn't feel confident about what she put down. Sure, she THOUGHT that love might feel like that, she SUPPOSED that she was describing the characters' feelings and emotions appropriately, but she didn't know for sure. Realization of that fact frightened her. What if she was completely wrong? What if she didn't recognize real love because she didn't know what it felt like?
She panicked as a thought formed in her mind. Amidst the chaos of unorganized ideas, a few simple words flashed before her eyes, in crystal clear black and white.
What if she'd been truly in love with Ken? What if she'd screwed up her only chance at happiness by saying she only wanted to be his friend? What if--
"You know, you look like you're having a 'What-if' moment."
Miyako jerked her head up to see Taichi standing in front of her, holding a soccer ball. "Either that, or you have some REALLY bad indigestion."
Miyako's lips curved into a small smile, and Taichi stepped back, an unimpressed expression on his face.
"That's it?! I give you my brainchild, and all I get is a tiny grin." He sat down beside her and nudged her side. "Come on, flash be those beautiful pearly whites." Miyako raised an eyebrow in response.
"Does Sora know how much of a flirt you are?" She asked. Taichi grinned slyly.
"But of course. How else do you suppose I managed to win her heart? Now, come on, what's bothering you?"
Miyako's eyes fell on the notebook in her lap. She'd come to this park to brainstorm for ideas, but it hadn't turned out too well. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she looked at Taichi, an idea forming in her mind.
"Taichi, can I ask you something?"
"Certainly. Wise Old Big Brother Taichi is always willing to share his vast knowledge with the new generation of Digidestined.
"You're in love with Sora, right?" She blurted. Taichi blinked at her, shocked. That was obviously not exactly what he'd expected her to ask. After a moment or two, he regained himself.
"Yes." He looked her in the eyes, his face serious.
"How can you be so sure?" She asked, surprised by the matter-of-fact manner in which he'd answered her.
"I just am." His voice was confident, and it confused Miyako.
"But how do you know if you truly love someone?" She asked. Taichi sighed. So this is what she was trying to get to. He began hacking the soccer ball as he thought up an appropriate answer.
"I could give you the symptoms. . ." he said, "But they might also show up during a very passionate crush." He gave Miyako a side-long glance. "So they aren't reliable. The only thing I can REALLY tell you will just frustrate and confuse you, and there's no way you could finally understand it until you feel love for yourself." He caught the ball in his hands, tucking it under his right arm. Miyako looked up at him expectantly.
"And that is: When it happens, you'll just know." He winked at her as she blinked. "Does that answer your question?" He asked. Miyako sighed, realizing that she probably wouldn't find a less cryptic answer. She nodded.
"Yeah, just one more thing. What does it feel like?" Her voice was thoughtful, yet eager for the reply. Taichi considered her question for a moment.
"Love can only be successfully described by the professionals, so don't ask me. Go see a romantic movie. Sora dragged me to see 'Moulin Rouge' last weekend, you should try that." He closed his eyes and dropped the ball on the ground, his arms spreading out like an eagle.
"Love lifts us up where you belong!!" He belted out. Miyako laughed as he saluted her before grabbing his soccer ball and running off.
~~
That evening, Taichi spoke with Sora on the phone.
"I think the kid's starting to notice guys, now." He said, plucking absent-mindedly at the pieces of lint stuck to his soccer jersey. Sora let out an exaggerated sigh on the other end of the line.
"Oh, brother. She started noticing guys three years ago. What she's noticing now is that cute guys and infatuations aren't enough. She needs her romantic side indulged. Why not have Yamato take her to a movie and see what she thinks?"
Taichi thought for a moment. "Probably not a good idea, babe. Jun will have some way of finding out and she'll end up using Miyako's guts for violin strings."
"Doesn't Jun even play the violin?"
". . ."
Sora groaned "Come on, Taichi! Be serious!"
"I'm trying!" He whined. "This isn't exactly my area of expertise!" Sora took a breath.
"Did she seem better when you left?"
He squinted, trying to recall the day's earlier events. "No, she didn't really get the answer she was looking for. She wanted to know what love felt like, and I told her to go see a romantic movie."
On the other end, there was a silence. Taichi said his girlfriend's name, and her reply was a light singing.
"How wonderful life is, now you're in the world. . ." she sang.
"Yeah! I told her to go see that!" Taichi exclaimed, proud that he could think the same way as Sora.
"Maybe I should talk to her." She said to herself. Taichi sighed in relief.
"Yes! Sora, you're the greatest."
"Don't I know it."
~~
Miyako sat on the bench again, and she frowned. She was beginning to think that she was leaving an imprint in the seat itself, but she shook her head and focused her attention on the pen in her hand and the notebook on her lap. She'd contemplated calling Ken and asking for advice, but she decided that she couldn't safely talk to him with the confused thoughts she was having lately. She'd been trying to keep her mind distracted, but sitting there, staring at the blank pages on her notepad, it was so easy to let her mind drift. . .
"Hoi, hoi, Miyako!" A cheery voice called out to her, averting her attention away from the friendship-endangering thoughts. She turned to see Sora standing behind her, smiling.
"Hello." Miyako said. Sora came around the bench and took a seat beside the younger girl. Miyako paled at the realization that Taichi had obediently reported their conversation from yesterday to his girlfriend. She didn't want people to worry about her, so she forced a grin. Sora stared at her suspiciously.
"What's up?" She asked, gently. Miyako laughed.
"Mimi asked me to write her a story, but I don't know anything about love." She sighed. "Pretty weird for someone who bears the crest of love."
Sora nodded, "Yeah, I was the same way. You shouldn't worry about it." She smiled in relief. Miyako wasn't depressed about her own love life, she was just lacking inspiration for a story. She grinned.
"Well, chin up. Something will come to you." And with one more encouraging pat on the shoulder, she left Miyako alone again.
By Moony
Note: Oh GOD it's taken so long for me to write this. I understand how Miyako feels. I just wish that I was lucky enough to have a cute nerd like Koushirou to inspire me. . . Wait, my boyfriend's a cute nerd. . . Well, he doesn't help, much. I should fire him. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any of it's characters. It all belongs to some very rich people who work in big office buildings and probably own tennis courts.
Chapter II: Wise Old Big Brother
What bothered Miyako the most about writing the story was that she didn't feel confident about what she put down. Sure, she THOUGHT that love might feel like that, she SUPPOSED that she was describing the characters' feelings and emotions appropriately, but she didn't know for sure. Realization of that fact frightened her. What if she was completely wrong? What if she didn't recognize real love because she didn't know what it felt like?
She panicked as a thought formed in her mind. Amidst the chaos of unorganized ideas, a few simple words flashed before her eyes, in crystal clear black and white.
What if she'd been truly in love with Ken? What if she'd screwed up her only chance at happiness by saying she only wanted to be his friend? What if--
"You know, you look like you're having a 'What-if' moment."
Miyako jerked her head up to see Taichi standing in front of her, holding a soccer ball. "Either that, or you have some REALLY bad indigestion."
Miyako's lips curved into a small smile, and Taichi stepped back, an unimpressed expression on his face.
"That's it?! I give you my brainchild, and all I get is a tiny grin." He sat down beside her and nudged her side. "Come on, flash be those beautiful pearly whites." Miyako raised an eyebrow in response.
"Does Sora know how much of a flirt you are?" She asked. Taichi grinned slyly.
"But of course. How else do you suppose I managed to win her heart? Now, come on, what's bothering you?"
Miyako's eyes fell on the notebook in her lap. She'd come to this park to brainstorm for ideas, but it hadn't turned out too well. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she looked at Taichi, an idea forming in her mind.
"Taichi, can I ask you something?"
"Certainly. Wise Old Big Brother Taichi is always willing to share his vast knowledge with the new generation of Digidestined.
"You're in love with Sora, right?" She blurted. Taichi blinked at her, shocked. That was obviously not exactly what he'd expected her to ask. After a moment or two, he regained himself.
"Yes." He looked her in the eyes, his face serious.
"How can you be so sure?" She asked, surprised by the matter-of-fact manner in which he'd answered her.
"I just am." His voice was confident, and it confused Miyako.
"But how do you know if you truly love someone?" She asked. Taichi sighed. So this is what she was trying to get to. He began hacking the soccer ball as he thought up an appropriate answer.
"I could give you the symptoms. . ." he said, "But they might also show up during a very passionate crush." He gave Miyako a side-long glance. "So they aren't reliable. The only thing I can REALLY tell you will just frustrate and confuse you, and there's no way you could finally understand it until you feel love for yourself." He caught the ball in his hands, tucking it under his right arm. Miyako looked up at him expectantly.
"And that is: When it happens, you'll just know." He winked at her as she blinked. "Does that answer your question?" He asked. Miyako sighed, realizing that she probably wouldn't find a less cryptic answer. She nodded.
"Yeah, just one more thing. What does it feel like?" Her voice was thoughtful, yet eager for the reply. Taichi considered her question for a moment.
"Love can only be successfully described by the professionals, so don't ask me. Go see a romantic movie. Sora dragged me to see 'Moulin Rouge' last weekend, you should try that." He closed his eyes and dropped the ball on the ground, his arms spreading out like an eagle.
"Love lifts us up where you belong!!" He belted out. Miyako laughed as he saluted her before grabbing his soccer ball and running off.
~~
That evening, Taichi spoke with Sora on the phone.
"I think the kid's starting to notice guys, now." He said, plucking absent-mindedly at the pieces of lint stuck to his soccer jersey. Sora let out an exaggerated sigh on the other end of the line.
"Oh, brother. She started noticing guys three years ago. What she's noticing now is that cute guys and infatuations aren't enough. She needs her romantic side indulged. Why not have Yamato take her to a movie and see what she thinks?"
Taichi thought for a moment. "Probably not a good idea, babe. Jun will have some way of finding out and she'll end up using Miyako's guts for violin strings."
"Doesn't Jun even play the violin?"
". . ."
Sora groaned "Come on, Taichi! Be serious!"
"I'm trying!" He whined. "This isn't exactly my area of expertise!" Sora took a breath.
"Did she seem better when you left?"
He squinted, trying to recall the day's earlier events. "No, she didn't really get the answer she was looking for. She wanted to know what love felt like, and I told her to go see a romantic movie."
On the other end, there was a silence. Taichi said his girlfriend's name, and her reply was a light singing.
"How wonderful life is, now you're in the world. . ." she sang.
"Yeah! I told her to go see that!" Taichi exclaimed, proud that he could think the same way as Sora.
"Maybe I should talk to her." She said to herself. Taichi sighed in relief.
"Yes! Sora, you're the greatest."
"Don't I know it."
~~
Miyako sat on the bench again, and she frowned. She was beginning to think that she was leaving an imprint in the seat itself, but she shook her head and focused her attention on the pen in her hand and the notebook on her lap. She'd contemplated calling Ken and asking for advice, but she decided that she couldn't safely talk to him with the confused thoughts she was having lately. She'd been trying to keep her mind distracted, but sitting there, staring at the blank pages on her notepad, it was so easy to let her mind drift. . .
"Hoi, hoi, Miyako!" A cheery voice called out to her, averting her attention away from the friendship-endangering thoughts. She turned to see Sora standing behind her, smiling.
"Hello." Miyako said. Sora came around the bench and took a seat beside the younger girl. Miyako paled at the realization that Taichi had obediently reported their conversation from yesterday to his girlfriend. She didn't want people to worry about her, so she forced a grin. Sora stared at her suspiciously.
"What's up?" She asked, gently. Miyako laughed.
"Mimi asked me to write her a story, but I don't know anything about love." She sighed. "Pretty weird for someone who bears the crest of love."
Sora nodded, "Yeah, I was the same way. You shouldn't worry about it." She smiled in relief. Miyako wasn't depressed about her own love life, she was just lacking inspiration for a story. She grinned.
"Well, chin up. Something will come to you." And with one more encouraging pat on the shoulder, she left Miyako alone again.