Disclaimer: Oh...yeah. Here you go, this is it! *points* MY DISCLAIMER! I
own the story and original characters, but I don't own the Digimon Frontier
characters! ;_; Too bad.
Yes, I know - I did say that the second chapter would be there already. You had to wait a week for this, didn't you? Awwwwe...I'm sorry.
Just so you don't get confused...
* * * = Going to a different person and what is happening to them at the time (like switching from Takuya to Izumi) OR skipping over a period of time
*= A memory OR back to the present time.
I would like to say thank you to all of you reviewers. 5 reviews already and it's just my first fanfiction published. How nice! ^-^ Thanks again! Hope you like *in a way* this chapter!
Chapter Two
Izumi smiled to herself as she started walking towards Shibuya High School. She had so much to smile about. After all, it had not even been a full week of ninth grade and she could tell that there would be so much to do, so much fun to be had, so many new friends to be made. Izumi loved her life.
Well, why shouldn't she? First of all, she had the greatest boyfriend. Takuya Kanbara had to be the hottest and nicest guy in school...no, the world. They'd been dating since seventh grade, and she remembered mostly every detail of the day. It had been a dull, lifeless day, and she had been searching for a seemingly invisible bracelet. That had all changed when Takuya had (and so cutely too) asked her out. Needless to say, Takuya was the only thing she wanted in this life, even if he was acting a little strangely this past week.
Then there was her mother who was pregnant. Although many girls would hate having a new brother or sister, Izumi loved the fact that she'd have a cute little sibling. Sometimes she was bored just being an only child, and now she was going to have a little boy or girl as her sibling. Izumi's father was one of the people going for a promotion (they were sure he would get it), and they were going to repaint her bedroom. She was thinking of lavender with navy swirls. Then, she would throw a party and show off her newly remodeled room. All her friends that had come back with her from the Digital World would be invited, along with some of her girl friends. It would be so, so fun and she was thinking of joining the girls' soccer team, like Takuya was thinking of joining the boys'.
Izumi sighed contentedly as she walked into school. Why does Takuya look so anxious, she wondered absently as she saw him standing right by her locker, his gaze startlingly odd. I'd better go see what's wrong.
* * *
"You're what?" Izumi shrieked. "Did I just hear you right?"
Takuya blushed and looked down at the floor uncomfortably. Normally she would think this was cute, but this was not a normal day at all. "I-I just think we..."
Izumi paused. She knew what was about to happen, so she just smoothed her hair and glanced at him coldly, her voice sweet. "You think what, Takuya? Tell me what's on your mind. Please."
He shifted again. "I just think we should see other people. I-I mean...we're not that much of a couple, you know? I love you and all, but it's more of a protective brotherly love, you know...I hope we can still be f-friends..." Izumi noticed that he had paused slightly and had looked at something behind her. With the slightest incline of her head, she saw it. Or her, rather. Seira Avramei. With her model-like figure, her wavy dark brown hair, her tanned complexion, and her haughty dominance she seemed to have, a lot of guys already had a crush on her. Apparently, Takuya was one of those guys now.
"You know, Takuya, I hope we can still be friends too," she said, and she saw the quick relieved look on his face, "too bad you've already ruined that by breaking my heart in a million pieces." Having said that, she quickly unclasped the hidden necklace from her body, and flung it on the floor before running out of the school. Izumi hated him, and that was all she could think about as she ran home.
A stunned Takuya kneeled down and picked up the necklace. He had gotten that for her for their first 'anniversary'. Gently touching the thin, real- silver locket, he opened up the pendant. The fire and wind symbols vividly seemed to glow inside...maybe, just maybe he had made the wrong choice?
His doubts washed away as Seira walked away from her fan club and placed a hand (complete with its manicured, lacquered nails) on his shoulder. "Finally. Now, come on off the floor, your pants will get dusty. You can properly take me out on a date now that Miss Melodramatic's gone. Pick me up at eight, okay? Make sure to wear something nice, I want to go to a good restaurant." He barely nodded, and he got up off the floor. She smiled at him, teasingly demure as she lowered her eyes so he could gaze down at her dark, natural-looking mascara-enhanced lashes. As he moved toward her ever so slightly, she leaned even closer, pressing her slim figure into his.
A small, nagging voice pulled at him, but the rest of him pushed it away as he lowered his mouth to hers, meaning it to be a soft kiss. However, she stuck her tongue into his mouth and definitely made it more passionate. As he closed his eyes and let his hand slip through her silky strands of hair, he thought, wow. When a picture of Izumi appeared in his mind too, he erased that also and replaced it with a picture of Seira. She was his girlfriend now. His model-like girlfriend. Wow.
Seira let go of him after a moment. "Okay," she said curtly, in the manner as though they were just passing on the street. "Are you going to walk me to English with me or not? If you're not, then there's always someone else who might want to walk me there..." her eyes slowly went to her 'fan club' and lingered there. Takuya hastily shook his head before he spoke. "I'll take you."
As he put his hand around her lean waist, Takuya saw Kouji and Junpei at their lockers. Watching. Watching him and Seira? Kouji glanced at Takuya. What was that expression on his face? It looked like disgust...and disappointment. The latter hurt more...Takuya shrugged lightly. Kouji was just jealous, right? Takuya didn't care about what Kouji and Junpei thought. Now, he had the greatest girlfriend of all time - so beautiful, so wanted, so his.
Junpei started to stare at the main doorway, where Izumi had run out of before. Takuya knew - Junpei had gotten over his childhood crush on Izumi, but he still loved her - in a best friend way. Takuya smiled to himself as a thought occurred to him. After all, if he still did like my girlfriend...
Whoa. Not that again. Seira was his girlfriend. His girlfriend. Not Izumi...Oh well.it was a simple mistake. Once he had a few more kisses with Seira, he wouldn't make the same mistake ever, ever again. Right?
* * *
Izumi ran. She was a good runner. Soon, she'd be at home...home would be nice. She'd see her mother, talk about Takuya to her, and then when comforted, go and try to feel the baby kicking in her mother's belly. It would be okay. Home was the way to go.
Izumi stumbled with the keys on the key chain and the door of her house. "Hello?" she called out. How odd it was that it looked like there was no one in the house...she opened some doors of the house. "Mom? Dad?"
The phone rang sharply, cutting through the house's silence like a knife. "Hello?" she picked it up and started speaking (in a way)mechanically. "Orimoto residence, Izumi speaking."
"Izumi? Why aren't you at school?"
"Dad?" Izumi wondered aloud. His voice seemed so tired...
"Izumi, Izumi, don't stop by the hospital. Your mother had a miscarriage...I came down here as soon as I lost the promotion and got the call."
"What? Mom had a miscarriage? You lost the promotion? What?"
"Sweetie, listen, I want you to stay at home, okay? Pretend everything's okay. Go back to school, lock the doors, close the window, don't answer the door either unless you know who's there. Everything will be okay..." there were sounds in the background, "Listen, I have to go, honey, everything will be okay. Don't come down here..."
"Dad?" Izumi questioned as she heard the phone click. This day was so, so horrible...one thing after the other...
Izumi dropped the phone and ran out of the house.
* * *
Izumi sat near the edge of a tall building. Close enough to see the tiny cars and the little dots (people's heads) going by, yet not close enough to fall in with a simple push of the wind. She wasn't stupid. Maybe she was too heartbroken to think very clearly about geometry or biology, but she wasn't suicidal. Even if the thought occurred to her (once), she quickly pushed it away.
Takuya isn't worth it, Izumi tried to tell herself; tried to tell her heart. Remember when he told you he loved you? Lies...or maybe he was telling the truth. He did love her - just in a 'brotherly' way. She sighed, reminding herself to quit thinking about Takuya. That just made her mind fill up with even more memories. Like, remember...
*
"Takuya? What's that?" Izumi asked, wrinkling her nose for a split second before she realized that Takuya had tried to cook for her and make her a candlelight dinner. So far, the candles had almost set something on fire. They had had to turn on the lights instead. Not so romantic, but Izumi just thought it was so sweet that Takuya had tried this for her.
"That?" Takuya glanced at the thing Izumi had looked at," uh...that's our appetizer. It's supposed to be...um...small shrimp sautéed in a rich tomato- mushroom sauce and covered with little French bread crumbs. It...looks okay...right?" Izumi glanced at him, and he looked at her right back. She put on a sweet smile, ignoring the fact that it looked black covered with something...thick and lumpy. "It probably is supposed to look like that...I bet it tastes great," she tried to assure him the best she could.
Takuya held up a cookbook with a delicious picture of shrimp covered with this light red sauce. The tiny crumbs were hardly noticeable; in fact, they were sprinkled neatly on the sides. "Yours will taste better," Izumi said.
Takuya's mother, Mrs. Kanbara, walked in and Izumi stood up respectfully. Mrs. Kanbara glanced at them both before speaking. "Takuya, I know your father and I are supposed to be gone, but what is that smell?"
Takuya replied miserably, "I'm trying to make Izumi a candlelight dinner."
Mrs. Kanbara laughed. "Takuya, you're only in eighth grade. You're worrying over a candlelight dinner? Why don't you go call for pizza, dear? I'll clean this up. It's a sweet idea Takuya, but..."
"I'm a failure for a cook," Takuya stated glumly. Izumi crossed over to him and as they gazed into each other's eyes, they forgot that his mother was in the room.
"Takuya, I don't need a candlelight dinner. I'm perfectly happy just to be able to be in the same room with you. I like you, Takuya. A lot. More than like..." Izumi struggled to get her last words out, but they came so easily in her head, just not out of her mouth.
Mrs. Kanbara smiled slightly to herself as she left the room, the 'appetizer' in her hands.
"I just wanted to do this for you. I love you, Izumi," Takuya said, quietly and solemnly. Izumi smiled softly. "I love you too, Takuya."
He kissed her on the lips for the first time as his words echoed through her mind.
*
Izumi glared down at the cars bitterly, unaware of the tears racing down her cheeks. Love? Yeah, right...
"Who's there?"
A/N: ^-^ Review please!
Yes, I know - I did say that the second chapter would be there already. You had to wait a week for this, didn't you? Awwwwe...I'm sorry.
Just so you don't get confused...
* * * = Going to a different person and what is happening to them at the time (like switching from Takuya to Izumi) OR skipping over a period of time
*= A memory OR back to the present time.
I would like to say thank you to all of you reviewers. 5 reviews already and it's just my first fanfiction published. How nice! ^-^ Thanks again! Hope you like *in a way* this chapter!
Chapter Two
Izumi smiled to herself as she started walking towards Shibuya High School. She had so much to smile about. After all, it had not even been a full week of ninth grade and she could tell that there would be so much to do, so much fun to be had, so many new friends to be made. Izumi loved her life.
Well, why shouldn't she? First of all, she had the greatest boyfriend. Takuya Kanbara had to be the hottest and nicest guy in school...no, the world. They'd been dating since seventh grade, and she remembered mostly every detail of the day. It had been a dull, lifeless day, and she had been searching for a seemingly invisible bracelet. That had all changed when Takuya had (and so cutely too) asked her out. Needless to say, Takuya was the only thing she wanted in this life, even if he was acting a little strangely this past week.
Then there was her mother who was pregnant. Although many girls would hate having a new brother or sister, Izumi loved the fact that she'd have a cute little sibling. Sometimes she was bored just being an only child, and now she was going to have a little boy or girl as her sibling. Izumi's father was one of the people going for a promotion (they were sure he would get it), and they were going to repaint her bedroom. She was thinking of lavender with navy swirls. Then, she would throw a party and show off her newly remodeled room. All her friends that had come back with her from the Digital World would be invited, along with some of her girl friends. It would be so, so fun and she was thinking of joining the girls' soccer team, like Takuya was thinking of joining the boys'.
Izumi sighed contentedly as she walked into school. Why does Takuya look so anxious, she wondered absently as she saw him standing right by her locker, his gaze startlingly odd. I'd better go see what's wrong.
* * *
"You're what?" Izumi shrieked. "Did I just hear you right?"
Takuya blushed and looked down at the floor uncomfortably. Normally she would think this was cute, but this was not a normal day at all. "I-I just think we..."
Izumi paused. She knew what was about to happen, so she just smoothed her hair and glanced at him coldly, her voice sweet. "You think what, Takuya? Tell me what's on your mind. Please."
He shifted again. "I just think we should see other people. I-I mean...we're not that much of a couple, you know? I love you and all, but it's more of a protective brotherly love, you know...I hope we can still be f-friends..." Izumi noticed that he had paused slightly and had looked at something behind her. With the slightest incline of her head, she saw it. Or her, rather. Seira Avramei. With her model-like figure, her wavy dark brown hair, her tanned complexion, and her haughty dominance she seemed to have, a lot of guys already had a crush on her. Apparently, Takuya was one of those guys now.
"You know, Takuya, I hope we can still be friends too," she said, and she saw the quick relieved look on his face, "too bad you've already ruined that by breaking my heart in a million pieces." Having said that, she quickly unclasped the hidden necklace from her body, and flung it on the floor before running out of the school. Izumi hated him, and that was all she could think about as she ran home.
A stunned Takuya kneeled down and picked up the necklace. He had gotten that for her for their first 'anniversary'. Gently touching the thin, real- silver locket, he opened up the pendant. The fire and wind symbols vividly seemed to glow inside...maybe, just maybe he had made the wrong choice?
His doubts washed away as Seira walked away from her fan club and placed a hand (complete with its manicured, lacquered nails) on his shoulder. "Finally. Now, come on off the floor, your pants will get dusty. You can properly take me out on a date now that Miss Melodramatic's gone. Pick me up at eight, okay? Make sure to wear something nice, I want to go to a good restaurant." He barely nodded, and he got up off the floor. She smiled at him, teasingly demure as she lowered her eyes so he could gaze down at her dark, natural-looking mascara-enhanced lashes. As he moved toward her ever so slightly, she leaned even closer, pressing her slim figure into his.
A small, nagging voice pulled at him, but the rest of him pushed it away as he lowered his mouth to hers, meaning it to be a soft kiss. However, she stuck her tongue into his mouth and definitely made it more passionate. As he closed his eyes and let his hand slip through her silky strands of hair, he thought, wow. When a picture of Izumi appeared in his mind too, he erased that also and replaced it with a picture of Seira. She was his girlfriend now. His model-like girlfriend. Wow.
Seira let go of him after a moment. "Okay," she said curtly, in the manner as though they were just passing on the street. "Are you going to walk me to English with me or not? If you're not, then there's always someone else who might want to walk me there..." her eyes slowly went to her 'fan club' and lingered there. Takuya hastily shook his head before he spoke. "I'll take you."
As he put his hand around her lean waist, Takuya saw Kouji and Junpei at their lockers. Watching. Watching him and Seira? Kouji glanced at Takuya. What was that expression on his face? It looked like disgust...and disappointment. The latter hurt more...Takuya shrugged lightly. Kouji was just jealous, right? Takuya didn't care about what Kouji and Junpei thought. Now, he had the greatest girlfriend of all time - so beautiful, so wanted, so his.
Junpei started to stare at the main doorway, where Izumi had run out of before. Takuya knew - Junpei had gotten over his childhood crush on Izumi, but he still loved her - in a best friend way. Takuya smiled to himself as a thought occurred to him. After all, if he still did like my girlfriend...
Whoa. Not that again. Seira was his girlfriend. His girlfriend. Not Izumi...Oh well.it was a simple mistake. Once he had a few more kisses with Seira, he wouldn't make the same mistake ever, ever again. Right?
* * *
Izumi ran. She was a good runner. Soon, she'd be at home...home would be nice. She'd see her mother, talk about Takuya to her, and then when comforted, go and try to feel the baby kicking in her mother's belly. It would be okay. Home was the way to go.
Izumi stumbled with the keys on the key chain and the door of her house. "Hello?" she called out. How odd it was that it looked like there was no one in the house...she opened some doors of the house. "Mom? Dad?"
The phone rang sharply, cutting through the house's silence like a knife. "Hello?" she picked it up and started speaking (in a way)mechanically. "Orimoto residence, Izumi speaking."
"Izumi? Why aren't you at school?"
"Dad?" Izumi wondered aloud. His voice seemed so tired...
"Izumi, Izumi, don't stop by the hospital. Your mother had a miscarriage...I came down here as soon as I lost the promotion and got the call."
"What? Mom had a miscarriage? You lost the promotion? What?"
"Sweetie, listen, I want you to stay at home, okay? Pretend everything's okay. Go back to school, lock the doors, close the window, don't answer the door either unless you know who's there. Everything will be okay..." there were sounds in the background, "Listen, I have to go, honey, everything will be okay. Don't come down here..."
"Dad?" Izumi questioned as she heard the phone click. This day was so, so horrible...one thing after the other...
Izumi dropped the phone and ran out of the house.
* * *
Izumi sat near the edge of a tall building. Close enough to see the tiny cars and the little dots (people's heads) going by, yet not close enough to fall in with a simple push of the wind. She wasn't stupid. Maybe she was too heartbroken to think very clearly about geometry or biology, but she wasn't suicidal. Even if the thought occurred to her (once), she quickly pushed it away.
Takuya isn't worth it, Izumi tried to tell herself; tried to tell her heart. Remember when he told you he loved you? Lies...or maybe he was telling the truth. He did love her - just in a 'brotherly' way. She sighed, reminding herself to quit thinking about Takuya. That just made her mind fill up with even more memories. Like, remember...
*
"Takuya? What's that?" Izumi asked, wrinkling her nose for a split second before she realized that Takuya had tried to cook for her and make her a candlelight dinner. So far, the candles had almost set something on fire. They had had to turn on the lights instead. Not so romantic, but Izumi just thought it was so sweet that Takuya had tried this for her.
"That?" Takuya glanced at the thing Izumi had looked at," uh...that's our appetizer. It's supposed to be...um...small shrimp sautéed in a rich tomato- mushroom sauce and covered with little French bread crumbs. It...looks okay...right?" Izumi glanced at him, and he looked at her right back. She put on a sweet smile, ignoring the fact that it looked black covered with something...thick and lumpy. "It probably is supposed to look like that...I bet it tastes great," she tried to assure him the best she could.
Takuya held up a cookbook with a delicious picture of shrimp covered with this light red sauce. The tiny crumbs were hardly noticeable; in fact, they were sprinkled neatly on the sides. "Yours will taste better," Izumi said.
Takuya's mother, Mrs. Kanbara, walked in and Izumi stood up respectfully. Mrs. Kanbara glanced at them both before speaking. "Takuya, I know your father and I are supposed to be gone, but what is that smell?"
Takuya replied miserably, "I'm trying to make Izumi a candlelight dinner."
Mrs. Kanbara laughed. "Takuya, you're only in eighth grade. You're worrying over a candlelight dinner? Why don't you go call for pizza, dear? I'll clean this up. It's a sweet idea Takuya, but..."
"I'm a failure for a cook," Takuya stated glumly. Izumi crossed over to him and as they gazed into each other's eyes, they forgot that his mother was in the room.
"Takuya, I don't need a candlelight dinner. I'm perfectly happy just to be able to be in the same room with you. I like you, Takuya. A lot. More than like..." Izumi struggled to get her last words out, but they came so easily in her head, just not out of her mouth.
Mrs. Kanbara smiled slightly to herself as she left the room, the 'appetizer' in her hands.
"I just wanted to do this for you. I love you, Izumi," Takuya said, quietly and solemnly. Izumi smiled softly. "I love you too, Takuya."
He kissed her on the lips for the first time as his words echoed through her mind.
*
Izumi glared down at the cars bitterly, unaware of the tears racing down her cheeks. Love? Yeah, right...
"Who's there?"
A/N: ^-^ Review please!