The Sickness United
Seine: Now they're all in a theatre. So picture a big theatre with only them in it, ok? OK! Thanks to Saber Lightning for the kind advice. I am planning to twist the plots a bit, so don't worry too much. I'm not a very old or experienced writer, but it should turn out better after a couple of chapters. Thanks to Hikari-4 Takeru, for reviewing, and miaow227 for reviewing as well. And Love Sovereign, who has probably reviewed every one of my fics so far..... Thanks to you all! You all may need a large dictionary ( Canadian ) or use the CtrlD trick quite a lot in this chapter.
The image was fogged, not yet clear. It slowly faded into Miyako, no more then 3 years old, sitting on the floor of her living room, Mr. Inoue, looking drunken and unruly, dirty and stoned, sitting on the couch just above her, with a beer in his hand. She was drawing a picture of a little dog playing in the sand. She made a slight noise when the paper crumpled slightly.
Mr. Inoue's hand flew back like lightning and struck her upside the head.
"Quit making those damned noises! I'm trying to watch T.V!" He yelled. Still staring at the T.V, though it wasn't even on. Miyako picked up her crayons and walked into her room, rubbing her face where his hand had struck. Yoki, her older sister, was sitting there, reading a book with her eyes heavily bruised. She looked only about 6.
"Hey Miya, are you okay?" Miyako nodded, and sat down beside her sister. She kept drawing with her crayons, and Yoki just kept on reading, her arm draping around Miyako. A sudden thunk was heard, and a woman's scream was loud enough to here through the thick oak door of their room. Miyako put her head in her hands, and cried slightly as the screams continued. Momoe, her older brother, burst into the room, closed the door, and slumped down beside Miyako and Yoki.
"What's going on?" Miyako said in a tiny voice. Momoe looked down.
"Nothing you need to know, Miya. Just.... Try to ignore it, okay?" Miyako nodded, and fell asleep to the painful screams and cries, along with yells and bangs.
The image switched to Miyako, all of six years old, standing beside Cody at his father's funeral. Gunshots were fired. She pulled Cody down under a table. More shots were fired, and a hand slumped down under the cloth. She covered Cody's eyes, as her knees were soaked in blood. She waited until the screaming stopped. The sounds of sirens arrived, and she came out from under the table with Cody.
5 people lay dead, shot by an insane prison escapee. Cody was asleep, fallen from fear.
The image switched to Miyako, age 7, sitting with her little sister Mitsue, who had just turned 3. She smiled, and hugged her baby sister, who was drawing with her crayons in the living room. Miko made a small noise with the crayons, the scenery exactly as it had been when Miyako was that age. But Mr. Inoue didn't hit Mitsue. Miyako looked quite puzzled. Her voice could be heard. How come he only hits us older ones, and not Mitsue? What's so special about Mitsue? Why does this happen? What's going on? Mr. Inoue spoke up.
"Miyako, take Mitsue to play in your room. I need to talk with your sister." Miyako gulped, and took Mitsue into her room. Yoki looked horrible. She was 10, and her eyes were sunken in, bruises covering her bare shoulders and face, reading a book called "Awake and Dreaming" by Kit Pearson. Miyako put Mitsue on the bed.
"Yoki, dad said he wanted to talk to you.... Be careful, okay?" Yoki nearly sobbed, placed her book down, and hugged Miyako.
"If he ever wants to talk to you while he's drunk, I want you to hit him, okay? Start getting stronger. Don't' let him hurt you, ever again..." Yoki walked out of the room, and closed the door. Miyako sighed, and kept her mind entertained by playing patty-cake with little Mitsue, all sorts of young kid games to keep from going insane.
The image faded into Miyako, age 9, getting a package from someone named "Daemon". It was a bass guitar, black with rosewood fret board. She immediately took it took her room, and hide it carefully. For if Mr. Inoue was to find out, he would destroy it. The images showed her playing it silently every night and eventually hiding it a Davis's house for protection. It's still there.
The next image was no longer then a year ago. Miyako was sitting in her room, at about 12 at night. Her sister's and brother were in Germany visiting with their mother's sister, Vioa. Her mother was with them. Suddenly, Mr. Inoue shoved open the door, beer in hand, completely drunk.
"You.... You're his. You took my wife's loyalty away from me. She's supposed to love me, not him. You look identical to him. Daemon.... You were supposed to give me immortality, not another daughter! I'll kill you so he can suffer!" Mr. Inoue lunged at Miyako. She leapt out of the way, and grabbed an old pace stick, holding it like a baseball bat. Mr. Inoue was suddenly yanked out of the room but a large black claw. Daemon stood tall in front of Miyako. But he was not normal looking.
His cloak was gone. His face was for the Miyako to see clearly. He had a strong face, with dark lavender hair, flowing down past his knees. He had sharp teeth, and beautifully crimson eyes, looking like rubies. He had no pupils. The cold aura around him seemed almost welcoming to Miyako, like home. He was wearing the same thing he normally did, except instead of the cloak, he wore a long jacket, with the same markings. He smiled with no malice evident.
"My daughter. Oh have I watched you for years. No, you are not hallucinating. I am wearing no such façade. Do not try to abrade this memory. Cherish it. You are indeed Compos Mentis. This fool, unfortunately in loco Parentis, fathered you. But he's hurt you, my precious daughter. What a heinous fool... It's almost and ignominy that your beautiful mother had to deal with this thing...
"You are bound to the fact that one day you will raise an insurrection again MaloMyotismon. You may never remember this conversation. What you have been through is worse then a maelstrom. This man is a misogynist. That's why he doesn't hit your half-brother. I'm surprised you haven't exploded like a Molotov cocktail. One day you will rip the myocardium right out of him. Your myopia can't stop you... Your mind will one day remember the necromancy that you were born with.
"Forget about the Neurosis you may feel at times... Your leader qualities will flow through your veins and be as addicting the nicotine in those god awful cigarettes. Never be of non compos mentis. Never be a nonentity. Stand out in the crowd. You will meet one of obdurate nature, who will obfuscate your life. Do not cast them away like everyone else denies to have done so. Do not be a pacifist. Think nothing of paranoia, for I will be watching over you forever.
"You will be the pariah. At times, think in pensive nature. Do not fall into perdition. Do not perish without a grand battle. Let your heart not fall into permafrost. Always look for the phosphorescence. Let your love and sincerity spread like a plague. You may not believe it, but you are the quintessence of pulchritude. Listen to the qualms that occur for they are extremely valuable. Be not quiescent. Try not to by quixotic, or rabid unless for battle.
"They are all rancid. Here is a rapier, use it against the evil, the miscreant, the recreant. Its energy will swarm to you when needed. If must, regicide of the dark lords may be needed to rehabilitate the Digital world. One day you will reminisce of this information, and your powers will be revived. This information is sacred. Sadism, masochism, and sadomasochism infected entities may try to affect you your entire life, but fight them of with the rapier. Be a savage, make a salient path of permanent purgatory for the wicked.
"Let your scars heal over. Let your memories be lost. Remember this only at the time of calling. Forget me. We will do combat one day, my daughter, to a glorious end. I do love you, dearest Miyako, but I cannot show this for the fact that you may remember. Goodnight."
Daemon disappeared, and left a stunned Miyako standing. The image cut off abruptly. Miyako snapped awake with a scream. The look of fear was plastered upon her face.
"Daemon... IS MY FATHER?!?!?!?!??! Gennai, did you know anything about this!?!?!?" Miyako screamed in fear, yanking Gennai roughly to his feet by the collar of his shirt. Gennai sighed.
"Sadly, no. Otherwise perhaps more could have been done to stop him. I don't understand how it happened though, and what made him know the future and what made him change....." Miyako let Gennai down, her eyes cast in shadow. Ken walked over to her, and she let herself fall into his arms. He held her as she cried silently, tears dripping onto his shirt.
Seine: What the bloody hell made me use all those big words! I'm confused now.... Oye... Anyway, all the really big words come from the Collins Canadian Pocket dictionary.
Sammy: R&R!