Authors Note: Err don't ask why I chose to add the first season cause I just don't know my three muses where whispering at me again.
Legal Disclaimer: If I owned the show believe me all that owikawa trash would never have seen the light of day. Not to mention it would be rated NC-17. Sue me and die a very slow and painful death after a long and fulfilling death.
Dedication: To Melissa Ford without whom none of this would be possible and Allekto for being the first to read this.
Fate Isn't A River Daisuke
By: Yamato Magna
Chapter Eleven: Shattered Calm, Melting Hearts
A pale hand slowly knocks on the door. Clenching and unclenching her fists Miyako Inoue's lavender hair shakes quickly along with the rest of her body. She was nervous, something that she barely knew before she met this woman. It seemed that everything was nothing but shadow before her kind light had opened the door and
"Oh hey Miyako C'mon in." The cheery brunette appreciatively waived her in. "She's been completely miserable without you." Taichi Yagami said as he ushered the other Digi-Destined into the apartment. "Our parents aren't here and I'm about to leave to see Yama so you two will have the whole place to yourselves." Miyako only nodded through her girlfriend's brothers entire speech.
Before she and Hikari had been an item she had had no problem holding up a conversation with the elder Digi-Destined leader. Now however she couldn't seem to find the words. "All right, all right." She finally mumbled out.
"Wow she must be a really good kisser." Taichi exclaimed
"What makes you say that?" Miyako said a bit shocked at this unprecedented outburst.
"The way you have your lips puckered, either you're saving them for her or-" The brunette left the sentence unfinished as he looked down at his watch "Shit I'm gonna be late, Hikari's in her room and I got to go. Help yourselves to anything you want, but stay away from anything that looks healthy." He mused as he left a cheesy grin and a wave then tore down the hallway.
Miyako let out the huge breath she was holding. She didn't know why but for some reason she felt embarrassed to speak of her relationship, even though it was common knowledge to the other digidestined -except Daisuke- she hated to be the topic of secret conversations or rumors. She had been hurt before and wasn't about to be hurt again. Slowly she took of her shoes and put on the convenient pair of house slippers while quietly trying to sneak across the floor, however, the slippers seemed to have the opposite idea as every move she made resulted in a "squeak squeak" from the footwear.
By the time she reached her friends door she had already made enough noise as to wake up a herd of elephants. She wasn't surprised as Hikari was standing there waiting for her. Immediately upon opening the door the brunette through her into her arms and embraced her tightly, a gesture that the other girl returned eagerly.
"Miya-chan" The words practically bounced out of her mouth. All around her the colours were spinning as if in a haze. She smiled emphatically. "Thank you for the surprise." She said softly as she leaned her head against the others shoulder, while the glasses donned Digi-Destined lead them towards the other girls bed.
Miyako sighed, "You always know just what to do don't you?" She cried quietly to herself.
Hikari looked up a bit startled. "Miya are you okay?"
"No I'm not okay! " She screamed most vehemently "But how would you know everything for you is so perfect, perfect hair perfect grades, perfect breasts, perfect everything. How would you know how it feels, you don't know anything."
"Miya that's not true I-"
Miyako cut her off abruptly. "You what, just shut up cause you don't know anything!" She quickly tore out of the room whipping her face causing her glasses to fly off and shatter on the floor. Piece by piece after impact as the glass on the inside broke leaving the frame intact. The last fragile piece came crashing down as Miyako slammed the door with a heart wrenching crash, and with it the glass and Hikari's heart completely shattered.
The brunette only sat there, stunned and heartbroken, her soul like the glass, cloudy, irresolute and crushed.
Miyako snapped her eyes open. Her now disheveled hair colliding with her already disturbed vision. Taking off her glasses she rubbed them on her sleeve before once again rubbing here eyes. This couldn't be right, could it?
Where was she? This room. It looked, familiar and yet. She quickly put on her eye apparel. And opened her eyes fully for the firs time. "Wait a minute, this is my room." The realization still took a few minutes to sink in. She was in her room, in her bed surrounded by her sheets and comforters. She wasn't in digi-world, there was no forest no attackers, no enemy Digimon no Digimon at all. No digimon? That couldn't be right. She looked around feverently for the pink little in-training ball of fluff.
"Haw," Her voice faltered unrepentantly "Hawkmon?" Slowly she attempted to get out of bed only to trip on the long flowing nightgown that was trying to choke her legs. Muttering a quick ouch under her breath she quickly got up and opened the door. "Momoue?" She called sticking her head out of the door. Silence, Nothing, not even an echo. It was creepy. In a place like hers one would grow to expect a dim chatter at all times. There was nothing, nothing at all.
Creeping out of the door she slowly and hesitantly walked down the hall. It seemed as though the whole world was nothing more than freshly frozen ice, more than willing to break at a moments notice. In the living room there was none. There was no note on the fridge, no messy college papers, no half eaten leftovers, no buzzing television. It was, it was. Great! Not giving it a second thought she immediately ran down the rest of the hall and jumped onto the couch. Laughing as she landed in a huge heap she immediately got up and stretched her arms and legs. Finally she had some time to herself in her place. It wasn't that she didn't love her family it was just that things were always so crowded she had almost no personal space.
Deciding that a quick dance would be the best way to celebrate her newfound if not temporary freedom she grabbed the neatly placed remote and pointed it towards the stereo system. Click. Nothing. Click. Click. Nothing again. Miyako looked down at the remote. Removing the back a quick inspection told her that the batteries must be dead. Not letting that stop her she simply made her way over to the stereo and flicked the on switch. Nothing. Beginning to get a little flustered she checked the back and saw that t was indeed plugged in. There was light so there couldn't have been a power failure. Sighing se chalked t up to technical malfunction and waked over to the TV. Click. Nothing. Now she was getting scared.
Taking a nervous step back she crashed and landed on the glass coffee table shattering it. Painfully she took a large chunk of glass out from where it had lodged into her back and removed her hand only to find something to add to her slowly rising horror. The golden frames where asserted photos of her family were, were empty. Only empty frames and broken bloody glass were left. Hesitantly arising she caught herself before she steeped into a large shard of glass.
Looking over her apartment she located the phone about to cal her mother downstairs. Slowly she reached for the phone while navigating through shards of broken glass. She dialed in the number. There was nothing. It was starting to become even more invidious. The phone was connected, the line was paid, there was electricity there was, wait a minute. That was it there was no power. That had to be it, it was the only explanation. Calmly she patted herself on the back only to realize that it wasn't the smartest idea considering what had been lodged in there only a few minutes ago. The sharp and moist pains reminded her to bandage the wound right away.
Carefully making her way to the bathroom she flipped the light switch and walked down the halls. Staring absently down the hall things seemed to fall into place. The light, it was already one. There was light everywhere. She looked up only to find the lights off and looking brand new. Taking a few steps back she flipped the switches on the wall feverently only to witness no difference in the amount of illumination. The light it, was coming from, within herself.
"Hawkmon!" She screamed aloud as a sudden cold wave hit her and like a vacuum the light seemed to manifest itself without of her body and suck herein. Blinding her when the light had faded she found she was naked and curled into a fetal position. "Where?" she asked calmly as the light immediately rushed back into her body leaving her with a shattering sound, not unlike that of gals.
Miyako awoke with a start. Snapping her neck up she immediately regretted the decision as she bumped it into the wall she was propped up against. Rubbing her eyes underneath her glasses she immediately put her arms to the task of searching all about her back for any wounds. Nothing. For once those word meant something positive to her. There was no wound. Folding her hands across her chest she instantly found what a mistake that was. A huge spine splitting pain crawled up her left side completely registering with every muscle group along the way.
"FUCK!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. Miyako wasn't the kind of person to get angry easily but that pain had stuck her on an emotional level. It signified something. She had to be sure. Lifting up her shirt cautiously she saw the large only now healing gash. It was where the arrow had struck her. Laced with some sort of poison no doubt. It had happened then, Daisuke, the ambush, everything.
"Miyako, do you mind not using such foul language?" An accented voice called from another corner of the cell. "Hahaha, foul you get it because I'm a bird." The Digimon laughed at it's own stale joke.
"Hawkmon, Is that you?" She whipped her head around , slower this time not hitting her head against the wall as she saw the winged creature come into the dim light that dawned in on the two from the high barred window. "Of course it's you, who else would make such a bad bird joke?" Immediately she brightened and stood up for the first time making in the full sights of her surroundings. The cell was small and cubed, 10x10. Made out of brick it was damp and the air seemed moist and dry at the same time. The only light came through from the small barred window. The digi-moons rays illuminated a small cot of a bed a huge surprise to Miyako as, Wait a minute. Her brain immediately did a double take as she looked from the cot back to the window. Moonlight, then that must mean. "It's night and we haven't returned yet." Miyako whispered quietly.
"Actually… it's been three nights Miyako." The birdmon seemed to look down at this.
"Three?" She whispered to herself.
"Yes you have been knocked out ever since, well ever since you were shot." Hawkmon took a step closer as he said this and Miyako seemed to tremble.
"Three nights, three well that's okay I mean if we've been here so long the others are bound to come looking for us and then they'll." She stopped as Hawkmon's cool voice interrupted her yet again.
"They, Miyako, remember the Black Towers, they stop normal digivolution, they tried but they." He left the sentence unfinished.
"What are you saying, are you trying to tell me-"
"Ken left this." Hawkmon gestured to what was acting as a blanket on the cot. A green jacket. Opening the jacket she nearly burst into tears as she read the label on the jacket. Sora Takenouchi.
This just couldn't be, it was worse then, anything she could possibly "AHHHHHH!" The sound resonated throughout the dungeons. It was a familiar voice, she remembered, hearing it laughing, cheering, yelling screaming and, crying. Crying at her.
"Hikari." she whispered the name softly. "HIKARI!"