A/N: ok, I've had this story idea lingering gin my head for a while. Then I just watched Gothika yesterday, and it was kinda like my stry..in a way. With the crazy and..yeah.
This is another sorato/taiora. I will have 2 endings.
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon or it's characters. Does anyone..on ffnet own it like part of it? I dunno just askin, curious....jk.
This will be my first fic where I have numerous POVs and starts off with a prologue.
R&R
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Tai's POV
Why? Why her? She doesn't deserve this, she's always giving...and yet, she gets nothing in return. I need to give her more credit, it was partly my fault. Hell, I can find a way to blame all this on me.
My eyes focused on nothing but the ground. I didn't know why. It just seemed too depressing to look at anything else. Especially her.
My lips let out a sigh.
Again, questions went running through my head looking for answers. But I didn't have any. I was blank.
I bit my lip sourly, as if trying to make it bleed.
She can't be...no, I refuse to believe anything like that.
I felt like crying, I don't know exactly. Guilt. Sorrow. Sadness. Hate. Love. The words were like a broken record player, they kept repeating. Love. That word, I hated it now.
A smirk came upon my lips. I hated love. That's like one of those paradoxes. The smirk vanished, as I let the truth sink in.
That's the one thing that pretty much started this whole mess, that caused her to be in this white room, lying in that bed. Either wasn't enough love, no love, or too much.
Love was such a complex thing. It was more than a feeling, or some word. Everybody loves, and in returns hates. It was deeper, it had different meanings to different people.
I took a glance at her. She looked so beautiful, even in this depressing room. Her soft auburn, brushed tenderly on her rosy cheeks. I noticed her soft carnation lips. I just wanted to have them touch mine. I wish I could see her ruby eyes sparkling their loving touch. Then I saw the dry tears that had rolled from those eyes, and down her face.
Why can't I do anything to help? I just stood there. Please, forgive me.
My eyes became watery. Warm salty tears are rolling from eyes. I wasn't sobbing, no I was just crying. Not making a sound. That was when I remembered I wasn't alone in the room with her.
I closed my eyes, trying to squeeze away anymore tears. I wiped my hand across my face, making it seem like I hadn't cried. Then I lifted my head up to see the person sitting directly across the room. He was sitting on the other side of her bed. Matt.
I bet I looked tired, groggy. I saw him now, he was just sitting there, nothing more. His eyes weren't exactly focused on anything. They were staring at the ground like I had before. They seemed to be lost in a deep blue sea of confusion. His eyes always seemed to have all these emotions in them. They were usually cold, not as if he hated everything, but that was just how he was.
There were only two people in this world that I had ever seen make his eyes warm. One was T.K., his younger brother. I always knew he was close to him, to be one of the two people that can change him, that was something else. Then there was her. I've always noticed that when ever I was lost in her eyes, I could see Matt doing the same. Every time she was close to him, gave him a hug, or a kiss on the cheek, a glimpse of happiness always shined in his sapphire eyes. I feel happy and content whenever she's near me too, but I'm not sure if that goes off in my eyes.
I just stared at him. It was as if he wasn't even apart of this world. Not exactly dead, but like he's lost somewhere. I'm not sure just how he seemed. Yes his eyes were in a bit of confusion, but hey were hazy. I can't tell exactly what he's feeling. He seems depressed too. The two hands that belonged to him were holding each other, in between his legs. Now I know. He looks as if he's praying. Yes, praying for her. Matt must feel as guilty as me.
I sighed again.
Those two deserve each other. They're both lonely. There's your perfect match. The idea began to make my heart fall. I admit, it would hurt me more than a thousand stabs in the back...but I'd be happy. Happy that she's happy, with her true love.
Why did we have to tell her that? I was about to go on, rambling in my head, but then I remembered Matt.
My eyes hadn't noticed him. I focused on the lonely figure again, only to see him staring back at me. A shiver went down my back. His eyes, they're different. His eyes are an intense pool of sapphire. No happiness shown in his eyes, No. It was nothing..nothing but hate. I began to wonder.
Does he hate me, or her,..or himself?
Matt's blue orbs were penetrating me. They're just staring at me, never leaving my face. He reminded me of one of those detectives, how they shine a light on you and get the answers they want. He really must hate me. That must be hate, because I got in the way of the two. And...and if it weren't for me she probably wouldn't be in this bed.
I had a stroke of fear run through my body. His stare's intimidating. I didn't let it show. I kept a strong, stern face on. I can't make him think I'm weak. Matt's my rival, and I had to match up to him. Damn pride.
Matt's POV
I see I caught his attention. I knew he was staring at me before, but for a minute he was lost in his own thoughts.
He sent a stare that I've barely see. In fact, I've never seen him look at me like that. It was if he was striking a dagger right to my heart. If looks could kill.
His stare is rather cold, his chocolate eyes are darker. They were usually so happy, warm and soft. But, but now it's as if it Isn't even him. Tai's brown orbs are unclear, hazy. I couldn't tell at all what he's feeling. His eyebrows are burrowed and knitted together. He must hate me. If I hadn't got in their way...if I hadn't said those three words to her. If I hadn't, then she'd be at home right now, probably listening to music to drive the sounds of her mother out.
Then I realized something. I was giving him a look quite similar. I'm giving him a scowl, that must be why he's giving me one. Know I know why. But I still think he hates me, who wouldn't. Right now I hate myself most of all. It was my fault, it always is...
Our eyes were suspended. It was like we're in a staring contest, but more intense. Our eyes never left each other. His dark gloomy eyes were staring straight at my blue cold eyes. I can't take it anymore. I hate this silence, I hate this feeling that we have to be rivals again, sworn to be stronger than other.
Then her face came to my mind. She looked so beautiful. She was different though. Her loving smile was gone, her face paler, and her eyes. Her eyes were different altogether. Usually so warm, kind, and loving, they were empty. Totally and utterly empty. It was as if her soul wasn't even there.
I blinked, ending this stupid little thing we did. I quickly glanced over to her still body. I notice Tai do the same thing. Did he see that image too? I threw that thought out of my mind.
I could see her face now. She looks lovely. That's the only word that I can truly describe her in. There's many more I can say, but to have to choose one word, it would be that.
Even in that white bed she still looks gorgeous. No matter how I look at her, I always find her not to be 'hot', but more than that. Stunning, beautiful, gorgeous, lovely...etc. Her laying body looks so serene. She looks nothing how she did earlier. I hope she never does again. I hated seeing her like that. I hated the fact that I didn't even bother to do anything. I just sat there, watching in horror as to what was happening to the girl I say I truly love.
None of this should have happened to her. She's the least person to deserve this. Damn her parents.
Then I looked back at the ground, somehow interested in it now. My mind began to go back in time. The swirls of images of the past, reminded me of how I've seemed to act the digital World.
Pity. That's what I wanted, although I've never verbally said it. I never realized until now that's what I really wanted. Sure I wanted comfort and sympathy, but pity. That's what I expected people to do to me.
I always believed back then that I had it the hardest, no mother or brother. I wanted everyone to care for me, was it because I was lonely. Or because like being he center of attention? I'm not sure, maybe both.
But, but she had it hard too. Maybe harder. She had no bothers or sisters to share the pain with. No, all she he had were her friends, and they couldn't relate or understand how she felt. She and her mother not having the best relationship, and her father always gone in another country. It was as if she had no family at all. She did have it worse, and still does.
My eyes scanned her agian.
She must be alone, more than I could ever be. I just want to be there, holding her in my arms. I want to show her that she does have someone, me.
Then my thoughts precede to another time in our adventure. A time when she talked to me. How she didn't even think about her mother or father. How she only thought about how I felt. She's always doing that.
Please, just wake up and let this nightmare be over.
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A/n: so, how was it? I'm trying to show how they think differently, like how they describe things. I don't think it showed a lot. Matts supposed to be more descriptive in a poetic way. While Tai was supposed to be more straight forward...I guess.
R&R
This is another sorato/taiora. I will have 2 endings.
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon or it's characters. Does anyone..on ffnet own it like part of it? I dunno just askin, curious....jk.
This will be my first fic where I have numerous POVs and starts off with a prologue.
R&R
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Tai's POV
Why? Why her? She doesn't deserve this, she's always giving...and yet, she gets nothing in return. I need to give her more credit, it was partly my fault. Hell, I can find a way to blame all this on me.
My eyes focused on nothing but the ground. I didn't know why. It just seemed too depressing to look at anything else. Especially her.
My lips let out a sigh.
Again, questions went running through my head looking for answers. But I didn't have any. I was blank.
I bit my lip sourly, as if trying to make it bleed.
She can't be...no, I refuse to believe anything like that.
I felt like crying, I don't know exactly. Guilt. Sorrow. Sadness. Hate. Love. The words were like a broken record player, they kept repeating. Love. That word, I hated it now.
A smirk came upon my lips. I hated love. That's like one of those paradoxes. The smirk vanished, as I let the truth sink in.
That's the one thing that pretty much started this whole mess, that caused her to be in this white room, lying in that bed. Either wasn't enough love, no love, or too much.
Love was such a complex thing. It was more than a feeling, or some word. Everybody loves, and in returns hates. It was deeper, it had different meanings to different people.
I took a glance at her. She looked so beautiful, even in this depressing room. Her soft auburn, brushed tenderly on her rosy cheeks. I noticed her soft carnation lips. I just wanted to have them touch mine. I wish I could see her ruby eyes sparkling their loving touch. Then I saw the dry tears that had rolled from those eyes, and down her face.
Why can't I do anything to help? I just stood there. Please, forgive me.
My eyes became watery. Warm salty tears are rolling from eyes. I wasn't sobbing, no I was just crying. Not making a sound. That was when I remembered I wasn't alone in the room with her.
I closed my eyes, trying to squeeze away anymore tears. I wiped my hand across my face, making it seem like I hadn't cried. Then I lifted my head up to see the person sitting directly across the room. He was sitting on the other side of her bed. Matt.
I bet I looked tired, groggy. I saw him now, he was just sitting there, nothing more. His eyes weren't exactly focused on anything. They were staring at the ground like I had before. They seemed to be lost in a deep blue sea of confusion. His eyes always seemed to have all these emotions in them. They were usually cold, not as if he hated everything, but that was just how he was.
There were only two people in this world that I had ever seen make his eyes warm. One was T.K., his younger brother. I always knew he was close to him, to be one of the two people that can change him, that was something else. Then there was her. I've always noticed that when ever I was lost in her eyes, I could see Matt doing the same. Every time she was close to him, gave him a hug, or a kiss on the cheek, a glimpse of happiness always shined in his sapphire eyes. I feel happy and content whenever she's near me too, but I'm not sure if that goes off in my eyes.
I just stared at him. It was as if he wasn't even apart of this world. Not exactly dead, but like he's lost somewhere. I'm not sure just how he seemed. Yes his eyes were in a bit of confusion, but hey were hazy. I can't tell exactly what he's feeling. He seems depressed too. The two hands that belonged to him were holding each other, in between his legs. Now I know. He looks as if he's praying. Yes, praying for her. Matt must feel as guilty as me.
I sighed again.
Those two deserve each other. They're both lonely. There's your perfect match. The idea began to make my heart fall. I admit, it would hurt me more than a thousand stabs in the back...but I'd be happy. Happy that she's happy, with her true love.
Why did we have to tell her that? I was about to go on, rambling in my head, but then I remembered Matt.
My eyes hadn't noticed him. I focused on the lonely figure again, only to see him staring back at me. A shiver went down my back. His eyes, they're different. His eyes are an intense pool of sapphire. No happiness shown in his eyes, No. It was nothing..nothing but hate. I began to wonder.
Does he hate me, or her,..or himself?
Matt's blue orbs were penetrating me. They're just staring at me, never leaving my face. He reminded me of one of those detectives, how they shine a light on you and get the answers they want. He really must hate me. That must be hate, because I got in the way of the two. And...and if it weren't for me she probably wouldn't be in this bed.
I had a stroke of fear run through my body. His stare's intimidating. I didn't let it show. I kept a strong, stern face on. I can't make him think I'm weak. Matt's my rival, and I had to match up to him. Damn pride.
Matt's POV
I see I caught his attention. I knew he was staring at me before, but for a minute he was lost in his own thoughts.
He sent a stare that I've barely see. In fact, I've never seen him look at me like that. It was if he was striking a dagger right to my heart. If looks could kill.
His stare is rather cold, his chocolate eyes are darker. They were usually so happy, warm and soft. But, but now it's as if it Isn't even him. Tai's brown orbs are unclear, hazy. I couldn't tell at all what he's feeling. His eyebrows are burrowed and knitted together. He must hate me. If I hadn't got in their way...if I hadn't said those three words to her. If I hadn't, then she'd be at home right now, probably listening to music to drive the sounds of her mother out.
Then I realized something. I was giving him a look quite similar. I'm giving him a scowl, that must be why he's giving me one. Know I know why. But I still think he hates me, who wouldn't. Right now I hate myself most of all. It was my fault, it always is...
Our eyes were suspended. It was like we're in a staring contest, but more intense. Our eyes never left each other. His dark gloomy eyes were staring straight at my blue cold eyes. I can't take it anymore. I hate this silence, I hate this feeling that we have to be rivals again, sworn to be stronger than other.
Then her face came to my mind. She looked so beautiful. She was different though. Her loving smile was gone, her face paler, and her eyes. Her eyes were different altogether. Usually so warm, kind, and loving, they were empty. Totally and utterly empty. It was as if her soul wasn't even there.
I blinked, ending this stupid little thing we did. I quickly glanced over to her still body. I notice Tai do the same thing. Did he see that image too? I threw that thought out of my mind.
I could see her face now. She looks lovely. That's the only word that I can truly describe her in. There's many more I can say, but to have to choose one word, it would be that.
Even in that white bed she still looks gorgeous. No matter how I look at her, I always find her not to be 'hot', but more than that. Stunning, beautiful, gorgeous, lovely...etc. Her laying body looks so serene. She looks nothing how she did earlier. I hope she never does again. I hated seeing her like that. I hated the fact that I didn't even bother to do anything. I just sat there, watching in horror as to what was happening to the girl I say I truly love.
None of this should have happened to her. She's the least person to deserve this. Damn her parents.
Then I looked back at the ground, somehow interested in it now. My mind began to go back in time. The swirls of images of the past, reminded me of how I've seemed to act the digital World.
Pity. That's what I wanted, although I've never verbally said it. I never realized until now that's what I really wanted. Sure I wanted comfort and sympathy, but pity. That's what I expected people to do to me.
I always believed back then that I had it the hardest, no mother or brother. I wanted everyone to care for me, was it because I was lonely. Or because like being he center of attention? I'm not sure, maybe both.
But, but she had it hard too. Maybe harder. She had no bothers or sisters to share the pain with. No, all she he had were her friends, and they couldn't relate or understand how she felt. She and her mother not having the best relationship, and her father always gone in another country. It was as if she had no family at all. She did have it worse, and still does.
My eyes scanned her agian.
She must be alone, more than I could ever be. I just want to be there, holding her in my arms. I want to show her that she does have someone, me.
Then my thoughts precede to another time in our adventure. A time when she talked to me. How she didn't even think about her mother or father. How she only thought about how I felt. She's always doing that.
Please, just wake up and let this nightmare be over.
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A/n: so, how was it? I'm trying to show how they think differently, like how they describe things. I don't think it showed a lot. Matts supposed to be more descriptive in a poetic way. While Tai was supposed to be more straight forward...I guess.
R&R