Kiriska: Um, yeah. Are these actual dates confuzing anyone? Y'know how I put events on specific dates, ie Takeru's death Oct.9th, Mimi's death Oct.31 etc etc?
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Chapter Thirty-Two: Waiting for Death
Koushirou
I was forced to stay home Monday and for the first time in a long while I wanted go to school. Figures, when you wanna go, you can't; when you don't you have to. I wanted to see the others, maybe I was feeling insecure without my friends around, maybe I was worried about them. Whatever it was, I didn't want to be home. It was boring for one; I've aced that pinball game, my name's on the highscore 10 times. What else was there to do? My computer's in the best shape it could be in; anymore tinkering with it and I might accidentally discover something new and worth being famous over. For heaven's sake I finished every problem in every one of my school books...for the next 3 years! I'll never have to do homework again!
I wanted to talk to the others; discuss with them our position, what we should do. Sure, I've called them, but it's not the same y'know, I don't have a 5-way phone. From what I know, Taichi, Hikari, and Sora had stayed home. Joe had gone to school; his parents did not see the danger since Joe hadn't been there when Mimi was killed. He was merely an aquantiance of someone who had met a tragic end. I wondered how the news of Sincerity's murder went at school...the Fall Fest will probably be canceled; without Mimi, what could they pull off? Ug...I rolled over on my bed and stared at my bedroom door.
Two days ago a murderer walked through that door and took the life of a friend. And there's one question that everyone would like to know; Why? What did Mimi ever do to anyone? Takeru? Hikari? Taichi? Sora? Any of us. What did we ever do to this stranger that plagues us now? Where is he now? Had he been caught yet? Or does he still lurk the alleys of Odaiba waiting for his chance to take another one of us? Are any of us actually safe? My parents installed two new locks and put bars in all the windows, but really, is it enough? Did my friends' parents do the same; add more barriers from us to the world? Probably, would it help?
I thought about Yamato and Takeru's parents; how were they taking Mimi's death? They had been absent from Taichi's hospital bed like Mimi's parents. They had all lost their children. TK and Mimi were gone, Yamato was...wait, Matt was free of his ayslum prison. Did Mr.Ishida and Ms.Takaishi know that? If they did what do they think? Do they hope their son will come home to them? Does it matter? The instant Matt comes in contact with someone, they will surely call the police to have been taken away again and to be locked up even more. Where is Yama? Where is Aymichi?
Where are Takeru and Mimi now? Angels watching from above? What did they think? Were they lonely? Did they miss being alive? Did they miss breathing, walking, talking; hearing their hearts beat in an endless rhythm. Were they angry at Aymichi for taking their most precious possesion? Were they worried for the rest of us? Could they even view this living world like we imagine them to be able to? What did they feel? What was it like to be dead?
I did not really not to know. So many questions to be answered. Did Matt know Mimi was dead? Did he care? He had tried to kill her after all. Was he trying to find Aymichi? Had he already? Did he try and kill him? Did he win? Was he still alive? Was he injured? Did Aymichi still live? Who did he plan to target next? Would he be able to? Would be succeed? Would the police catch him? Or were all authorities underpaid, useless losers? How long would this insanity last?
The day was slow; each minute an hour; each hour a day filled with endless questions and doubt. I talked with my parents some; they said I could go to school tomorrow. But I was to be very careful, not to talk to strangers and whatnot. In otherwords treating me like a helpless child - but maybe I was. I was helpless to do anything to prevent the deaths of my friends wasn't I? I contacted the others; Taichi would be staying home still, because of his injury and all; but everyone else would be attending school. They agreed that I would drive them, no one wanted to walk there.
The night was haunting and eerie; creepy and silent. Halloween night replayed over and over again in my head. Screams, cries, threats, horrific images, a lifetime of nightmares. The slightest movement or sound in the darkness was enough to creep me out. Sad isn't it? Maybe I was beginning to feel the paranoia Kari had had for so long, maybe I was going as insane as the rest of them. I didn't get much sleep that night.
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Tuesday, November 4th. Today would be Mimi's funeral. How many more funerals would there be before the year was over? Before the month was over? How many more weeks did I have to live? I felt horrible for Mr. and Mrs. Tachikawa; their daughter's life had been threatened, they took action and prosecuted Matt, but in the end, Mimi had been killed anyway. The morning was calm and quiet - most of the birds had already gone south, and so not many of them sang. A light fog blanketed the city and the sunrise was a fuzzy splash of orange and yellow in the backdrop.
I picked up Sora, Hikari, and Joe. According to the Keeper of the Crest of Reliability, school had broken into a world of hushed whispers and silent conversations. No one spoke loudly, no one joked or played around. Everyone was solemn and fearful. Even the bastards that had tormented us about Yama's sentence had fallen mute. The teachers too, unarticulate, mournful. The drive was pretty quiet after that. It seemed that everyone had too many thoughts of their own to make conversation.
I dropped Hikari off at her school. I felt sorry for her, she was alone, she had no one with her at the school anymore. I also worried for her, should she be targeted, who would help her? Should people bother her with questions and pestering inquiries, who would fend them off for her? She had no one with her at that school anymore. Tai's sister had not said a word all morning, and that remained so as she walked off into the schoolyard.
My own schoolyard was crowded, yet the noise level would have been the same if there had only been a small group there. Joe was right, everyone was quiet. Upon entering the school premises, the three of us got immediate attention. The whisper levels rose dramaticly, bits and pieces of conversations drifted to my ears. "...Tachikawa's friends..." "...think they're going to be killed..." "...Fest will continue, but..." "...funeral this afternoon..." "...heard that Taichi fought with the..." "...that Yamato escaped from..." "...Resuko Aymichi is the one who..." "...Ishida and Resuko are partners in..."
No one approached us, but countless pairs of curious eyes landed on us, and our names were mentioned just as many times in their private conversations. This is going to be a long day. Sora, Joe and I moved to our usual spot beneathe the tree, the people that were there left. Maybe they thought if they hang around with us their lives would be threatened as well. Whatever...as long as they didn't harrass us. "Do you think he'll attack again?" the Keeper of Love asked softly, imitating the quiet tone of everyone around us.
"Yes," I sighed, "He'll come again, in a while, just as we begin to feel safe again..." That's the way it always was; in movies and in those murder documentaries on the Discovery Channel. That's the way it's happened so far. "Why is he doing this? What did we ever do to him?" Joe wondered aloud, that's what we've all been asking Joe. No one knows why, maybe Aymichi doesn't even know why. He's probably insane anyway, the way he laughed...I shuddered, I still couldn't believe it had only been a few days ago. "Does it really matter why he's doing it? He's not going to stop until he has all of us dead and buried." I grumbled.
The bell rang, we all went inside. Everyone was distracted, no one's mind was on the task of teaching or learning. The principal had announced a moment of silence and grief for Mimi at the morning announcements and had encouraged people to attend her funeral this afternoon. She also said that plans for Fall Fest may be postponed. I had thought just as much. No doubt Mimi's funeral will be more populated than Takeru's had been. The day was as slow as the night had been, each minute dragged along for much longer than it should have gone. Each hour was like a day spent staring at nothing.
I didn't learn a thing of course, the words of my teachers went in and our of the space between my ears. My mind was off somewhere thinking. Yes, yesterday I had wanted to come to school, now that I was there, did I want to go home? No, not really. At least here I had a bit of freedom, opposite of literally being locked in the house. Here I could see my friends at least, talk to them, just being with them. I wondered how Tai was doing at his house; was he lonely? Did he worry about us? Was he worried about himself? He was alone. And injured. Did he spend his time wondering if he would see his sister again? If he would ever see the outside of his apartment again?
Do we all live in fear? Did I? Yes, yes I did. I lived with the fear that I would not live another year, another month, another week, another day. Or perhaps even another hour or minute. Who could tell if the murderer would leap through a window and shoot me in the head? I lived with the fear that my friends would not live another measurement of time. That they would not live til their next birthday, that they would never graduate from high school. I lived with fear. Shouldn't I? Wouldn't you? Could you convince yourself that you were not? I can't.
The end of school didn't mark the end of the day; no, there was still a long afternoon and evening. Mimi's funeral. As far as I knew, all of us remaining digidestined - except Yama - would be attending, along with probably half the school. Mimi was a very popular person, I think she was in a half a dozen organizations, clubs, and whatnot. A lot of people had been looking forward to the Fall Fest, and now that celebration may be canceled. Yeah, a lot of people would be going to the ceremony.
I had about two hours free before then however, so I had time to kill. I had homework - but nothing that I had not already finished in my days of confinement. So, I sat, took apart my computer and put it back together. Twice. After that my parents and I had a quick dinner before driving off. There was traffic to the graveyard; that's something new. The sky was bluish grey, yet there wasn't a cloud in the sky, strange. It seemed dark, but it was still pretty early. Gee, Nature has set our scenery for the occasion.
The body, like TK's, was going to have a viewing before being condemed to the ground. Well, at least Mimi's injuries and cause of death were more easily dressed than Takeru's. In fact, she looked just as she had in life, but for her pale face and limp form. Her hair had been combed and brushed and had had hours spent on to make it look just right. She had had make-up applied to her face to make her look more alive, but it did not work as well as the dressers had hoped I suspect. Her outfit was her own, some expensive costume that only she could have owned.
The other's arrived. Tai looked strange in a tuxedo, as did Joe. Sora, too, was in a tux, odd. Hikari was in a formal dress suit. I have already forgotten what we had worn at TK's funeral - though the actual even was clear in my mind. Yama had gotten pissed off, almost struck Mimi, and ran off. Well...nothing like that will happen today, hopefully. We didn't say anything to each other, simply stared at the casket. And cried. Everyone around us cried. Who were they crying for? Mimi, or themselves? Were they crying because Mimi would not get to see the new year, or were they crying because they may not get to attend the long-looked-forward-to Fall Fest? The world may never know.
Everyone trailed behind as the morgue-people moved the casket outside, where a perfect rectangle grave has already been dug. Some person got up on a podium and started saying nice things about Mimi - no doubt a pre-written script used many times over. Was everyone in this world so underpaid? Mimi's mother closed the casket lid. This would be the last time I see the Keeper of the Crest of Sincerity, until my death. I sat silently as the speech went on, the last words were the traditional; "Forasmuch as our sister has departed out of this life, and Almighty God in his great mercy has called her to himself, we therefore commit her body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." The casket lowered.
How soon would my death come? How soon will I see you again, Mimi? Takeru? The coffin settled on the hard earth, and dirt proceded to fall onto it. When the hole was almost filled, two people carrying a large marble gravestone came. The gravestone was set in place and the burial finished. People started to leave, one by one. Some set roses and crysanthymums upon the grave, the flowers piled together, an odd mass of color on the dark, cold dirt. Naturally, Sora, Taichi, Hikari, Joe, their families, Mimi's family, my family and I were the last people left. The knelt down to read the gravestone. "Mimi Tachikawa, beloved daughter and friend of many. To be remembered for all eternity, sincerity's incarnate." Funny how both her and TK's crests found their way onto their gravestone, perhaps it was Fate. But I don't trust Fate anymore, Fate had betrayed our faith by letting all this happen. With a last glance at the marble stone, I turned and went home.
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Kiriska: Um, yeah. I'm having less to say. x_x Review plz.
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Chapter Thirty-Two: Waiting for Death
Koushirou
I was forced to stay home Monday and for the first time in a long while I wanted go to school. Figures, when you wanna go, you can't; when you don't you have to. I wanted to see the others, maybe I was feeling insecure without my friends around, maybe I was worried about them. Whatever it was, I didn't want to be home. It was boring for one; I've aced that pinball game, my name's on the highscore 10 times. What else was there to do? My computer's in the best shape it could be in; anymore tinkering with it and I might accidentally discover something new and worth being famous over. For heaven's sake I finished every problem in every one of my school books...for the next 3 years! I'll never have to do homework again!
I wanted to talk to the others; discuss with them our position, what we should do. Sure, I've called them, but it's not the same y'know, I don't have a 5-way phone. From what I know, Taichi, Hikari, and Sora had stayed home. Joe had gone to school; his parents did not see the danger since Joe hadn't been there when Mimi was killed. He was merely an aquantiance of someone who had met a tragic end. I wondered how the news of Sincerity's murder went at school...the Fall Fest will probably be canceled; without Mimi, what could they pull off? Ug...I rolled over on my bed and stared at my bedroom door.
Two days ago a murderer walked through that door and took the life of a friend. And there's one question that everyone would like to know; Why? What did Mimi ever do to anyone? Takeru? Hikari? Taichi? Sora? Any of us. What did we ever do to this stranger that plagues us now? Where is he now? Had he been caught yet? Or does he still lurk the alleys of Odaiba waiting for his chance to take another one of us? Are any of us actually safe? My parents installed two new locks and put bars in all the windows, but really, is it enough? Did my friends' parents do the same; add more barriers from us to the world? Probably, would it help?
I thought about Yamato and Takeru's parents; how were they taking Mimi's death? They had been absent from Taichi's hospital bed like Mimi's parents. They had all lost their children. TK and Mimi were gone, Yamato was...wait, Matt was free of his ayslum prison. Did Mr.Ishida and Ms.Takaishi know that? If they did what do they think? Do they hope their son will come home to them? Does it matter? The instant Matt comes in contact with someone, they will surely call the police to have been taken away again and to be locked up even more. Where is Yama? Where is Aymichi?
Where are Takeru and Mimi now? Angels watching from above? What did they think? Were they lonely? Did they miss being alive? Did they miss breathing, walking, talking; hearing their hearts beat in an endless rhythm. Were they angry at Aymichi for taking their most precious possesion? Were they worried for the rest of us? Could they even view this living world like we imagine them to be able to? What did they feel? What was it like to be dead?
I did not really not to know. So many questions to be answered. Did Matt know Mimi was dead? Did he care? He had tried to kill her after all. Was he trying to find Aymichi? Had he already? Did he try and kill him? Did he win? Was he still alive? Was he injured? Did Aymichi still live? Who did he plan to target next? Would he be able to? Would be succeed? Would the police catch him? Or were all authorities underpaid, useless losers? How long would this insanity last?
The day was slow; each minute an hour; each hour a day filled with endless questions and doubt. I talked with my parents some; they said I could go to school tomorrow. But I was to be very careful, not to talk to strangers and whatnot. In otherwords treating me like a helpless child - but maybe I was. I was helpless to do anything to prevent the deaths of my friends wasn't I? I contacted the others; Taichi would be staying home still, because of his injury and all; but everyone else would be attending school. They agreed that I would drive them, no one wanted to walk there.
The night was haunting and eerie; creepy and silent. Halloween night replayed over and over again in my head. Screams, cries, threats, horrific images, a lifetime of nightmares. The slightest movement or sound in the darkness was enough to creep me out. Sad isn't it? Maybe I was beginning to feel the paranoia Kari had had for so long, maybe I was going as insane as the rest of them. I didn't get much sleep that night.
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Tuesday, November 4th. Today would be Mimi's funeral. How many more funerals would there be before the year was over? Before the month was over? How many more weeks did I have to live? I felt horrible for Mr. and Mrs. Tachikawa; their daughter's life had been threatened, they took action and prosecuted Matt, but in the end, Mimi had been killed anyway. The morning was calm and quiet - most of the birds had already gone south, and so not many of them sang. A light fog blanketed the city and the sunrise was a fuzzy splash of orange and yellow in the backdrop.
I picked up Sora, Hikari, and Joe. According to the Keeper of the Crest of Reliability, school had broken into a world of hushed whispers and silent conversations. No one spoke loudly, no one joked or played around. Everyone was solemn and fearful. Even the bastards that had tormented us about Yama's sentence had fallen mute. The teachers too, unarticulate, mournful. The drive was pretty quiet after that. It seemed that everyone had too many thoughts of their own to make conversation.
I dropped Hikari off at her school. I felt sorry for her, she was alone, she had no one with her at the school anymore. I also worried for her, should she be targeted, who would help her? Should people bother her with questions and pestering inquiries, who would fend them off for her? She had no one with her at that school anymore. Tai's sister had not said a word all morning, and that remained so as she walked off into the schoolyard.
My own schoolyard was crowded, yet the noise level would have been the same if there had only been a small group there. Joe was right, everyone was quiet. Upon entering the school premises, the three of us got immediate attention. The whisper levels rose dramaticly, bits and pieces of conversations drifted to my ears. "...Tachikawa's friends..." "...think they're going to be killed..." "...Fest will continue, but..." "...funeral this afternoon..." "...heard that Taichi fought with the..." "...that Yamato escaped from..." "...Resuko Aymichi is the one who..." "...Ishida and Resuko are partners in..."
No one approached us, but countless pairs of curious eyes landed on us, and our names were mentioned just as many times in their private conversations. This is going to be a long day. Sora, Joe and I moved to our usual spot beneathe the tree, the people that were there left. Maybe they thought if they hang around with us their lives would be threatened as well. Whatever...as long as they didn't harrass us. "Do you think he'll attack again?" the Keeper of Love asked softly, imitating the quiet tone of everyone around us.
"Yes," I sighed, "He'll come again, in a while, just as we begin to feel safe again..." That's the way it always was; in movies and in those murder documentaries on the Discovery Channel. That's the way it's happened so far. "Why is he doing this? What did we ever do to him?" Joe wondered aloud, that's what we've all been asking Joe. No one knows why, maybe Aymichi doesn't even know why. He's probably insane anyway, the way he laughed...I shuddered, I still couldn't believe it had only been a few days ago. "Does it really matter why he's doing it? He's not going to stop until he has all of us dead and buried." I grumbled.
The bell rang, we all went inside. Everyone was distracted, no one's mind was on the task of teaching or learning. The principal had announced a moment of silence and grief for Mimi at the morning announcements and had encouraged people to attend her funeral this afternoon. She also said that plans for Fall Fest may be postponed. I had thought just as much. No doubt Mimi's funeral will be more populated than Takeru's had been. The day was as slow as the night had been, each minute dragged along for much longer than it should have gone. Each hour was like a day spent staring at nothing.
I didn't learn a thing of course, the words of my teachers went in and our of the space between my ears. My mind was off somewhere thinking. Yes, yesterday I had wanted to come to school, now that I was there, did I want to go home? No, not really. At least here I had a bit of freedom, opposite of literally being locked in the house. Here I could see my friends at least, talk to them, just being with them. I wondered how Tai was doing at his house; was he lonely? Did he worry about us? Was he worried about himself? He was alone. And injured. Did he spend his time wondering if he would see his sister again? If he would ever see the outside of his apartment again?
Do we all live in fear? Did I? Yes, yes I did. I lived with the fear that I would not live another year, another month, another week, another day. Or perhaps even another hour or minute. Who could tell if the murderer would leap through a window and shoot me in the head? I lived with the fear that my friends would not live another measurement of time. That they would not live til their next birthday, that they would never graduate from high school. I lived with fear. Shouldn't I? Wouldn't you? Could you convince yourself that you were not? I can't.
The end of school didn't mark the end of the day; no, there was still a long afternoon and evening. Mimi's funeral. As far as I knew, all of us remaining digidestined - except Yama - would be attending, along with probably half the school. Mimi was a very popular person, I think she was in a half a dozen organizations, clubs, and whatnot. A lot of people had been looking forward to the Fall Fest, and now that celebration may be canceled. Yeah, a lot of people would be going to the ceremony.
I had about two hours free before then however, so I had time to kill. I had homework - but nothing that I had not already finished in my days of confinement. So, I sat, took apart my computer and put it back together. Twice. After that my parents and I had a quick dinner before driving off. There was traffic to the graveyard; that's something new. The sky was bluish grey, yet there wasn't a cloud in the sky, strange. It seemed dark, but it was still pretty early. Gee, Nature has set our scenery for the occasion.
The body, like TK's, was going to have a viewing before being condemed to the ground. Well, at least Mimi's injuries and cause of death were more easily dressed than Takeru's. In fact, she looked just as she had in life, but for her pale face and limp form. Her hair had been combed and brushed and had had hours spent on to make it look just right. She had had make-up applied to her face to make her look more alive, but it did not work as well as the dressers had hoped I suspect. Her outfit was her own, some expensive costume that only she could have owned.
The other's arrived. Tai looked strange in a tuxedo, as did Joe. Sora, too, was in a tux, odd. Hikari was in a formal dress suit. I have already forgotten what we had worn at TK's funeral - though the actual even was clear in my mind. Yama had gotten pissed off, almost struck Mimi, and ran off. Well...nothing like that will happen today, hopefully. We didn't say anything to each other, simply stared at the casket. And cried. Everyone around us cried. Who were they crying for? Mimi, or themselves? Were they crying because Mimi would not get to see the new year, or were they crying because they may not get to attend the long-looked-forward-to Fall Fest? The world may never know.
Everyone trailed behind as the morgue-people moved the casket outside, where a perfect rectangle grave has already been dug. Some person got up on a podium and started saying nice things about Mimi - no doubt a pre-written script used many times over. Was everyone in this world so underpaid? Mimi's mother closed the casket lid. This would be the last time I see the Keeper of the Crest of Sincerity, until my death. I sat silently as the speech went on, the last words were the traditional; "Forasmuch as our sister has departed out of this life, and Almighty God in his great mercy has called her to himself, we therefore commit her body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." The casket lowered.
How soon would my death come? How soon will I see you again, Mimi? Takeru? The coffin settled on the hard earth, and dirt proceded to fall onto it. When the hole was almost filled, two people carrying a large marble gravestone came. The gravestone was set in place and the burial finished. People started to leave, one by one. Some set roses and crysanthymums upon the grave, the flowers piled together, an odd mass of color on the dark, cold dirt. Naturally, Sora, Taichi, Hikari, Joe, their families, Mimi's family, my family and I were the last people left. The knelt down to read the gravestone. "Mimi Tachikawa, beloved daughter and friend of many. To be remembered for all eternity, sincerity's incarnate." Funny how both her and TK's crests found their way onto their gravestone, perhaps it was Fate. But I don't trust Fate anymore, Fate had betrayed our faith by letting all this happen. With a last glance at the marble stone, I turned and went home.
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