Here's chapter two of "To Die or Not To Die".
Before I begin the chapter, I have looked over the . . . kind reviews I've gotten, and I got to say something. So, here goes:
I received flames for the first chapter of this, and I am not surprised in the least, especially since this is the second time I posted it. I re-wrote it, trying to make it sound less Mary Sue-ish. . .
The only thing I'm really, and I mean really, pissed off about is if you're going to flame me, than at least put your name in the reviewer's name box. Stop running scared. If you give a flame to someone, but stay unknown, it just shows everyone that you're brave enough to flame that chapter/story, but it also shows everyone that you're too scared to deal with the author's reactions.
I am really pissed off with all of you people who think you're professional writers. Let me tell you something: you're not! Nobody on this site is a professional writer, and whoever is and they're reading this little rant, then it doesn't include you. Nobody is perfect and there are some people who can't write an extremely good piece of dark and gloomy work, like me. But that doesn't give anyone the right to climb upon their high horse and begin flaming every story around!
I only posted this story because I figured I would be getting points on how to improve my writing of dark stories like this. Instead, I get flamed. Well, to be truthful, you just wasted a hell of a long time. I personally don't give a rat's ass what any of you think. I post what I want, when I want, regardless of whatever you pro-writer-wannabe's think or tell me.
Ya don't like, don't read. And don't flame, because it's a waste of my time and yours.
Here are quick replies to the reviews I've gotten so far:
Luna Wolf aka Matt4ever: Aww, thank you so much! I will totally continue this. I'm glad someone likes this story. Check the three replies below. Think I'm being a little hard on them?
Ladidah: I don't care what you said about the whole generic thing. I don't care if you flamed my story, because personally, I don't care about your opinion. Yes, I realize I told you to give me your honest-to-God thoughts about the first chapter, but I didn't mean for you to climb up on your high horse and start flaming me. If you have a problem with me, well then screw you! I know I seem really angry and I might sound superior, but trust me, I'm not. I'm like everyone else on this site, someone who wants to improve their writing.
Unknown: Well, aren't we too scared of the authoress's reaction to put our name down? Like I said earlier, if you're going to flame someone, and you don't put a name down, it shows everyone that you're just too scared of the authoress's reaction to your flame. You're acting like a big baby right now, running scared to your mother. If you weren't scared of my reaction, then you would have identified yourself. And, if you mention anything about me being rude to you, I'll just mention that you flamed me. It's pay back time.
Yami-Yugi's Luva: Thank you! A positive review! Finally! I'm glad someone likes this story, apart from myself. And you're right. It was Matt, and an OC. My OC that is not a Mary Sue, regardless of what anyone thinks. Thanks for telling me that you thought this story was good. You made my day. ^_^
Music Chick, if you're reading this, everything I've said this far doesn't apply to you. You actually help me improve my writing. You don't flame me for the hell of it, like some people. You've always been there, helping me out, and I thank you for that.
With that out of the way, I will continue with the fan fiction.
~*~*~*~*~ The Truth Comes Out ~*~*~*~*~
16-year old, Yamato "Matt" Ishida, sighed, putting his head in his hands. His best friend, Tai, had called him from the Hospital, telling him Emiko Nakino, his girlfriend, had been brought in. Tai hadn't fully explained what happened on the phone, but promised the blonde that when Matt came down, he would learn everything. But Matt had been waiting for a half hour already with no news on his girlfriend's condition, and Tai was nowhere to be seen.
He checked his watch, and noticed it was almost ten at night. He began to crack his knuckles, a nervous habit he had developed when he was younger.
Seeing his best friend's little sister, Hikari "Kari" Kamiya, walk towards him, Matt jumped out of his seat, and practically ran towards the female.
"Kari, what happened with Emiko?"
Kari glared at Matt. "She decided to commit suicide, Matt. With a knife."
Matt was shocked. Emiko? Try to commit suicide? No way. That was impossible. She hadn't seemed like that sort of person. She seemed like the sort of person who had big dreams – who had a future, and plans. He refused to believe it.
"Matt?"
Matt blinked. "Huh? What did you say?"
"I was asking you if you had noticed Emiko acting strange lately. She's not the type of person who would do this out of the blue."
Matt sighed, and thought back a month to when it all began.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
Matt had been walking in the park, waiting for Emiko to show up. They were supposed to meet up there before heading to the mall. At the time, they had been dating for six months.
Matt decided to sit down on a park bench, and jammed his hands in his coat pockets. It was the beginning of April, and just a little chilly. He stared straight ahead, and when he felt someone sit down beside him, he figured it had been Emiko.
"Hey –" Matt had began to greet the person beside him, but stopped when he saw Trisha, the Head Cheerleader of Odaiba High's cheerleading squad. "- Trisha."
"Heya Mattie. What's new?"
"I'm waiting for Emiko."
Trisha's face screwed up in disgust. It was a known fact that Trisha hated Emiko because Emiko had been the one who had gotten to Matt first, and gotten him to fall for her. Matt didn't exactly hate Trisha, but he didn't exactly like her either.
"Mattie, what do you say we ditch her and go somewhere?" Trisha asked in a sexy-sounding voice.
"Uh, no thanks." Matt answered, all the while wondering where Emiko was.
Tristan smiled sexily, and climbed onto Matt's lap, straddling him. There was no one in the park at the moment, so Trisha wasn't embarrassed about doing what she was doing at the moment.
Matt gulped nervously.
"Um, Trisha? What are you doing?"
She stared Matt in the eye with her violet orbs. "Proving my love to you."
She pushed her lips on his, and tried to shove her tongue in his mouth. As she kissed him, she wrapped her arms around Matt's neck. When she broke the kiss, she whispered, "I love you much more than that tramp does. You're too good for her."
She lowered her lips to Matt's again and this time, successfully had her tongue in Matt's mouth. She moved her arms, and wrapped them around Matt's neck, trying to close the small amount of space.
Matt grabbed Trisha's arms and forced them off of his neck. He broke the connection between him and the blonde-haired, violet-eyed girl.
"Trisha! No!" Matt ordered, wanting Trisha to stop. Emiko could be here any moment, and if she saw Trisha and Matt like . . . this, she would get the wrong idea. Matt knew that every guy Emiko had dated had somehow hurt her emotionally, and he had promised her, he wouldn't do anything to harm her. He would end up breaking his promise if Emiko saw them.
Trisha grinned and smoothly replied, "You want me. That little slut, Emiko, doesn't deserve you."
She, once again, for a third time, lowered her lips, but Matt let go of her hands, and grabbed the sides of her face, and made her lock her eyes with his. Matt had to get through to her.
"Trisha, listen to me. I don't love you. I don't want you." Matt explained, in a stern voice.
"You do. Don't deny it." Trisha tossed Matt a sly grin, and gently pulled Matt's hands off of her face. "Now, I want you to prove to me you love me. Kiss me Matt."
Without letting Matt answer, Trisha forced her lips on top of his. She grabbed the sides of his face, so he wouldn't be able to move his head.
"You bastard." a new voice said through the silenced air.
Trisha and Matt broke the kiss and stared at the figure who turned out to be –
"Emiko!" Matt cried in a shocked voice.
Emiko stormed over to Trisha, pulled her off of Matt and threw her to the ground. Hard.
"Ow. Who the hell do you think you are?" Trisha complained, as she angrily stood up, brushing dirt off the long ankle-length denim black skirt she had been wearing.
"I think I'm Matt's girlfriend." Emiko heatedly retorted. Then she stopped and thought about it for a moment. "Correction, was."
Matt stood up and walked over to Emiko. He began to plead with her. "Emiko, it's not what it looked like."
Emiko's eyes welled up with tears. "It is Matt. It's exactly what it looked like."
With that, and not letting Matt reply, Emiko ran off.
~*~ End Flashback ~*~
"She saw me."
"What?" Tai asked as he walked into the waiting room, where the other digidestined were waiting.
"Emiko saw me and Trisha. She took it the wrong way." Matt muttered, sitting down on the chair.
"What did Emiko take the wrong way?" Sora asked, as she walked over and sat down near her best friend.
"That day, in the park. It was about a month ago. I was waiting for Emiko, and Trisha comes along, and begins to seduce me. Emiko shows up, sees Trisha kissing me and ran off."
"You son of a bitch!" Tai yelled angrily as he picked Matt up by the collar and slammed him into a near by wall.
"Tai! Stop it!" Kari cried, as Joe and Izzy tried to get Tai to let go of Matt.
Sora grabbed Kari and brought her out of the way.
"You bastard. Why didn't you stop Trisha?"
"Tai –" Matt began, but broke the sentence as Tai slammed into the wall once again. "I tried to stop her!"
"Tai, let go of Matt." Joe ordered.
Tai glared at Matt and whispered in a deadly voice, "If Emiko dies, I'm holding you responsible."
He dropped Matt to the floor and stormed out of the waiting room. Matt sighed, and remembered Tai had been best friends with her since they were eight. But after the Heighton View Terrance bombing, her father had taken Emiko and moved her away. It was because of the bombing that he moved and taken Emiko with him, and because he had been transferred, yet again.
Joe helped Matt to his feet, and with a "Thank you" Matt walked into Emiko's room.
When he saw Emiko, his face went pale. Emiko lay on the bed with an IV in her arm, her eyes were closed, and her breathing shallow. The monitor beside her bed beeped slowly. Matt walked over to her bed and sat down on the chair beside it. He picked up her hand (the one without the IV) and kissed it.
"Emiko, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you."
Emiko groaned and opened her eyes. "Matt?"
Matt blinked away the tears that had threatened just a few moments before to fall. "Emiko. Thank god you're awake."
"Matt. I'm sorry." Her voice was hoarse, and had trouble breathing.
"Sshh. Don't talk. Save your strength." Matt gently, and sadly replied.
"Matt. Promise me something."
"Anything."
"Promise me. . ." At this point, Emiko took a deep breath. ". . .you'll never forget me. . .keep me in your heart."
She closed her eyes, and Matt began to panic. "No Emiko! No, don't leave me!"
Without opening her eyes, she whispered, "You'll always be in my heart. Keep me in yours. I love you."
A loud beeping noise filled the room, and Matt began to cry. "No Emiko. I love you."
He slammed his head down on the mattress, as the tears rocked his body. "No. Emiko. . ."
~*~*~*~*~
Well, what do you think? Please R&R!
Oh yeah, this is for flamers. You don't like this, and then if you want to flame, put your name on. Or you're just wasting my time and yours.
See ya next chapter!