Kiriska: Oy, oy, I feel like writing another chapter even though I only got 2 reviews. ;_; Ah, well, maybe it'z cuz I wanna kill someone off already. ^_~ Have no idea who, how, or whatever...@_@
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Chapter Twenty-Four: Again
Mimi
I looked around nervously as I rang the Izumi's doorbell. Izzy had called us all over to his house to talk. When he called me he seemed distracted and such, like he had his mind on something else. I shrugged it off, I kept getting the feeling that something bad was going to happen. The door opened. "Hey, Mims. Come in." It was Sora. "Hi, where are the others?" I asked as I stepped inside. Koushirou's apartment was pretty small, but it was snug and comfy feeling. It was warm and cozy inside, opposite of the late fall weather outside. I spotted a bowl of candy near the door, for the trick-or-treaters that would be coming no doubt.
"Izzy's in his room, he still isn't feeling too well, but he said he had some news to tell once everyone got here. Kari said she and Taichi would be here around 8, and we left a message on Joe's machine." My friend replied. "Bad news?" I wondered to no one in particular, what had happened now? How could anything worse happen?! It seemed impossible, but I didn't doubt it could and would happen. I shivered, I could feel it. "Well, what do we do until the others arrive? It's only 7:35." I sighed. Sora opened the door to Koushirou's room. The Keeper of Knowledge lay in his bed with an ice pack on his forehead. He had his eyes closed and the television was on.
"Hey Mimi." the bruinette greeted without opening his eyes. "How'd you know it was me?" I smiled. "Who else would ja be? Tai and Kari aren't coming this soon, who knows where Joe is..." "Well, the first wave of trick-or-treaters will be about soon, anything you want to do before the doorbell be ringing like crazy?" Sora asked. I glanced at Izzy, "Not really...how are you feeling Iz?" Izzy snorted; "Well, my head is throbbing like mad, it feels like someone's taking a hammer and bashing it repeatedly at my skull. Other than that ok I guess. Sorry, I'm in a bad mood." he added after his cynical statement. "Sorry, man, those guys were jerks...." Sora sighed. "What are you going to tell us?" I couldn't contain myself.
There was a moment of silence. "Wait til Taichi gets here." he replied. I sighed again. Much sighing going on here. The doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Sora said, and left the room. I sat down at Koushirou's desk, turned around in the chair and faced the bed. "Life sucks." I mumbled. "Yes it does." Izzy agreed absently. Again, I let my mind recap the recent events. Takeru's dead. Yamato's been sent away. Punks at school won't leave us alone. How could it possibly get worse? What does Izzy have to tell us? More bad news? What's happened now? I glanced out the window. The sun was setting, annoucing the end of the day. A gorgeous wave of color hung in the sky, shrinking back slowly, the light was leaving, giving way to the darkness. I shuddered yet again, I could feel it. Something bad was going to happen.
The next half hour was slow. Sora and I took turns answering the door for trick-or-treaters. Ghosts, witches, goblins, demons, assorted characters from assorted shows and games. You name it. Pokemon still seemed popular. I must've seen 4 Pikachu at that door. I wished everything would be normal. Or as normal as they could be. I wished Taichi would stop being depressive. And that Sora would stop being quiet. That Koushirou would stop being grouchy, that Hikari would stop being paranoid. That I could stop worrying about these things. I wished this Halloween could be like our last. Last year was great. A memorable time, Halloween was a wonderful time of year. It was what brought us together every year. Right in time for the rest of the winter holidays. Us, the Digidestined. But we were together now, I guess. Huddled together in hate and fear. This wasn't supposed to be. We were supposed to be together in rejoice and merriment. The doorbell rang. I stood up again.
Taichi and Hikari stood at the door, dressed in coats and sweaters. "Hey guys." I smiled faintly and opened the door wider. "Hello." Kari greeted quietly. Tai mumbled something, but I didn't catch it. "C'mon." I led the two to Izzy's room. "Hey Tai, Kari." Sora said. "Hello." the Keeper of Light said again. Tai still said nothing audiable. Izzy sat up in bed, the ice pack dropped from his head and fell into his lap. The five of us didn't say anything for a few minutes. Just sat there in silence, reflecting in our own thoughts. Five of us. It didn't feel right. Three of us was missing. Takeru...dead. Yamato...away. Joe...where was Joe?! Why did he have to be so distant...? Why now? When we had to keep together?
Sora broke our silence. "What did you want to tell us, Izzy?" The rest of us looked up. Taichi's face looked so much like Matt...stoney, angry almost. Hikari's, fearful...wondering...Sora,...worried, hopeful...Koushirou's grim, angry. My own...I wasn't sure of...but I guessed I looked afraid. I had been afraid quite often lately. Izzy sighed. "Takeru's murderer is on the loose." he stated simply. And launched a wave of unbelieving protests.
"What!?" "How do you know?!" "What do you mean?" "Here!?" Taichi's face twisted from stoney to demanding anger. "How do you know!?" Hikari's expression magifyed, terrifyed. Sora's was of horror, my own. A million emotions jumbled together. Fear. Guilt. Regret. Anger. Sadness. Curiosity. And so many more. "How do you know?!" the Keeper of Courage demanded again. "His name is Resuke Aymichi. He just broke out of the county jailhouse. It was on the news this afternoon." Izzy answered. "Odaiba County Jailhouse?! Wasn't that where Yama was?" Sora squeaked. "Maybe thats how he got all beat up!" I exclaimed. "No...he can't be loose...he can't! Aren't things bad enough for us!?" Tai exploded. "Why is this happening to us?! It's not fair!" "Tai!"
"And where the hell is Joe?! Why isn't he ever here with us?! Why!? Why the fuck is all this shit happening now?!?!" Hikari had broken into quiet sobs. Sora had stood up, trying to calm the raving bruinette. I glanced at Izzy. His eyes seemed distant, hateful, worried. "I don't know..." he muttered in response to Tai. "Why did this psycho freak want to kill TK!? Why?! What is he after now!?" "Tai calm down!" Sora grabbed hold of his arm. "Why--" "Tai! Calm down! Don't turn into Matt! We don't want to lose you too!" she shrieked. This caught Tai's attention. He stopped thrashing about and sat down suddenly. "Yama..." he muttered. Yamato...I missed him. It may have only been a week or so. But I missed him, expecially knowing where he was. Locked up in a nuthouse somewhere. He didn't deserve that. Silence returned to us once more.
"We shouldn't worry...we don't even know if he's coming after us..." Sora said quietly. "He killed Takeru. He attacked Yamato. What do you think he's trying to do?" Izzy asked. "We don't know he attacked Yama...and has have they proved that he killed TK?" the redhead persisted. Koushirou paused, "They said that investigators have 'recently connected him with the murder of Takaishi Takeru.'" he answered. "So they don't know for sure!" Sora exclaimed. "But its close enough!" I replied, "its enough...I..keep getting the feeling that something bad's going to happen..." Sora stared at me. "Mimi...don't you start getting paranoid on me too..." I didn't reply.
They talked and I zoned out. Busied with my own thoughts. Why did I think something bad was going to happen? Was I getting paranoid like Hikari? I glanced at Tai's little sister. She wasn't participating in the conversation either, sort of huddle by herself. She had stopped crying, but still looked on the egde. The other's voices seem loud, but I don't catch what they say. I hear the other things, the annoying sound of the doorbell that we've stopped answering. The wind outside, blowing. I feel vaguely lonely, though I was surrounded by friends. I wondered if--I heard a thump. I saw Hikari flinch out of the corner of my eye. I froze briefly. "I-I heard something." Tai, Sora and Izzy glanced at me. "I didn't--" Izzy stopped. Footsteps, soft footsteps. "P-Probably my parents." Koushirou studdered. "You said they'd be home at midnight." Sora breathed. Tai grabbed a large book. Hikari gulped loudly. No one said anything. My hand felt around for a weapon as well. I grabbed a broken speaker. The footsteps thudded softly, closer. Echoing in the hall. No one moved, no one spoke, no one breathed. We quivered there. Frozen. Waiting.
Louder, closer, louder, closer. With each footstep, my heart pounded faster. Why was this happening? I had already thought I was about to die already. Again so soon? It isn't fair...I couldn't die now...not now...even with all the shit going on now...no...I didn't want to die. Oh...I was shaking. I gripped the speaker tightly. Shaking. Quivering. The footsteps stopped. Right outside of Izzy's bedroom. He was here. Whoever he was. The murderer. The murderer. The one who killed Takeru...I don't want to die...I don't want to die...Please no....the doorknob turned. Slowly. The door opened.
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Kiriska: MUWAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAH!!! Haha! You know it! Review! *laughing like mad* Ay, short I know. @_@
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Chapter Twenty-Four: Again
Mimi
I looked around nervously as I rang the Izumi's doorbell. Izzy had called us all over to his house to talk. When he called me he seemed distracted and such, like he had his mind on something else. I shrugged it off, I kept getting the feeling that something bad was going to happen. The door opened. "Hey, Mims. Come in." It was Sora. "Hi, where are the others?" I asked as I stepped inside. Koushirou's apartment was pretty small, but it was snug and comfy feeling. It was warm and cozy inside, opposite of the late fall weather outside. I spotted a bowl of candy near the door, for the trick-or-treaters that would be coming no doubt.
"Izzy's in his room, he still isn't feeling too well, but he said he had some news to tell once everyone got here. Kari said she and Taichi would be here around 8, and we left a message on Joe's machine." My friend replied. "Bad news?" I wondered to no one in particular, what had happened now? How could anything worse happen?! It seemed impossible, but I didn't doubt it could and would happen. I shivered, I could feel it. "Well, what do we do until the others arrive? It's only 7:35." I sighed. Sora opened the door to Koushirou's room. The Keeper of Knowledge lay in his bed with an ice pack on his forehead. He had his eyes closed and the television was on.
"Hey Mimi." the bruinette greeted without opening his eyes. "How'd you know it was me?" I smiled. "Who else would ja be? Tai and Kari aren't coming this soon, who knows where Joe is..." "Well, the first wave of trick-or-treaters will be about soon, anything you want to do before the doorbell be ringing like crazy?" Sora asked. I glanced at Izzy, "Not really...how are you feeling Iz?" Izzy snorted; "Well, my head is throbbing like mad, it feels like someone's taking a hammer and bashing it repeatedly at my skull. Other than that ok I guess. Sorry, I'm in a bad mood." he added after his cynical statement. "Sorry, man, those guys were jerks...." Sora sighed. "What are you going to tell us?" I couldn't contain myself.
There was a moment of silence. "Wait til Taichi gets here." he replied. I sighed again. Much sighing going on here. The doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Sora said, and left the room. I sat down at Koushirou's desk, turned around in the chair and faced the bed. "Life sucks." I mumbled. "Yes it does." Izzy agreed absently. Again, I let my mind recap the recent events. Takeru's dead. Yamato's been sent away. Punks at school won't leave us alone. How could it possibly get worse? What does Izzy have to tell us? More bad news? What's happened now? I glanced out the window. The sun was setting, annoucing the end of the day. A gorgeous wave of color hung in the sky, shrinking back slowly, the light was leaving, giving way to the darkness. I shuddered yet again, I could feel it. Something bad was going to happen.
The next half hour was slow. Sora and I took turns answering the door for trick-or-treaters. Ghosts, witches, goblins, demons, assorted characters from assorted shows and games. You name it. Pokemon still seemed popular. I must've seen 4 Pikachu at that door. I wished everything would be normal. Or as normal as they could be. I wished Taichi would stop being depressive. And that Sora would stop being quiet. That Koushirou would stop being grouchy, that Hikari would stop being paranoid. That I could stop worrying about these things. I wished this Halloween could be like our last. Last year was great. A memorable time, Halloween was a wonderful time of year. It was what brought us together every year. Right in time for the rest of the winter holidays. Us, the Digidestined. But we were together now, I guess. Huddled together in hate and fear. This wasn't supposed to be. We were supposed to be together in rejoice and merriment. The doorbell rang. I stood up again.
Taichi and Hikari stood at the door, dressed in coats and sweaters. "Hey guys." I smiled faintly and opened the door wider. "Hello." Kari greeted quietly. Tai mumbled something, but I didn't catch it. "C'mon." I led the two to Izzy's room. "Hey Tai, Kari." Sora said. "Hello." the Keeper of Light said again. Tai still said nothing audiable. Izzy sat up in bed, the ice pack dropped from his head and fell into his lap. The five of us didn't say anything for a few minutes. Just sat there in silence, reflecting in our own thoughts. Five of us. It didn't feel right. Three of us was missing. Takeru...dead. Yamato...away. Joe...where was Joe?! Why did he have to be so distant...? Why now? When we had to keep together?
Sora broke our silence. "What did you want to tell us, Izzy?" The rest of us looked up. Taichi's face looked so much like Matt...stoney, angry almost. Hikari's, fearful...wondering...Sora,...worried, hopeful...Koushirou's grim, angry. My own...I wasn't sure of...but I guessed I looked afraid. I had been afraid quite often lately. Izzy sighed. "Takeru's murderer is on the loose." he stated simply. And launched a wave of unbelieving protests.
"What!?" "How do you know?!" "What do you mean?" "Here!?" Taichi's face twisted from stoney to demanding anger. "How do you know!?" Hikari's expression magifyed, terrifyed. Sora's was of horror, my own. A million emotions jumbled together. Fear. Guilt. Regret. Anger. Sadness. Curiosity. And so many more. "How do you know?!" the Keeper of Courage demanded again. "His name is Resuke Aymichi. He just broke out of the county jailhouse. It was on the news this afternoon." Izzy answered. "Odaiba County Jailhouse?! Wasn't that where Yama was?" Sora squeaked. "Maybe thats how he got all beat up!" I exclaimed. "No...he can't be loose...he can't! Aren't things bad enough for us!?" Tai exploded. "Why is this happening to us?! It's not fair!" "Tai!"
"And where the hell is Joe?! Why isn't he ever here with us?! Why!? Why the fuck is all this shit happening now?!?!" Hikari had broken into quiet sobs. Sora had stood up, trying to calm the raving bruinette. I glanced at Izzy. His eyes seemed distant, hateful, worried. "I don't know..." he muttered in response to Tai. "Why did this psycho freak want to kill TK!? Why?! What is he after now!?" "Tai calm down!" Sora grabbed hold of his arm. "Why--" "Tai! Calm down! Don't turn into Matt! We don't want to lose you too!" she shrieked. This caught Tai's attention. He stopped thrashing about and sat down suddenly. "Yama..." he muttered. Yamato...I missed him. It may have only been a week or so. But I missed him, expecially knowing where he was. Locked up in a nuthouse somewhere. He didn't deserve that. Silence returned to us once more.
"We shouldn't worry...we don't even know if he's coming after us..." Sora said quietly. "He killed Takeru. He attacked Yamato. What do you think he's trying to do?" Izzy asked. "We don't know he attacked Yama...and has have they proved that he killed TK?" the redhead persisted. Koushirou paused, "They said that investigators have 'recently connected him with the murder of Takaishi Takeru.'" he answered. "So they don't know for sure!" Sora exclaimed. "But its close enough!" I replied, "its enough...I..keep getting the feeling that something bad's going to happen..." Sora stared at me. "Mimi...don't you start getting paranoid on me too..." I didn't reply.
They talked and I zoned out. Busied with my own thoughts. Why did I think something bad was going to happen? Was I getting paranoid like Hikari? I glanced at Tai's little sister. She wasn't participating in the conversation either, sort of huddle by herself. She had stopped crying, but still looked on the egde. The other's voices seem loud, but I don't catch what they say. I hear the other things, the annoying sound of the doorbell that we've stopped answering. The wind outside, blowing. I feel vaguely lonely, though I was surrounded by friends. I wondered if--I heard a thump. I saw Hikari flinch out of the corner of my eye. I froze briefly. "I-I heard something." Tai, Sora and Izzy glanced at me. "I didn't--" Izzy stopped. Footsteps, soft footsteps. "P-Probably my parents." Koushirou studdered. "You said they'd be home at midnight." Sora breathed. Tai grabbed a large book. Hikari gulped loudly. No one said anything. My hand felt around for a weapon as well. I grabbed a broken speaker. The footsteps thudded softly, closer. Echoing in the hall. No one moved, no one spoke, no one breathed. We quivered there. Frozen. Waiting.
Louder, closer, louder, closer. With each footstep, my heart pounded faster. Why was this happening? I had already thought I was about to die already. Again so soon? It isn't fair...I couldn't die now...not now...even with all the shit going on now...no...I didn't want to die. Oh...I was shaking. I gripped the speaker tightly. Shaking. Quivering. The footsteps stopped. Right outside of Izzy's bedroom. He was here. Whoever he was. The murderer. The murderer. The one who killed Takeru...I don't want to die...I don't want to die...Please no....the doorknob turned. Slowly. The door opened.
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Kiriska: MUWAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAH!!! Haha! You know it! Review! *laughing like mad* Ay, short I know. @_@
