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Spirit, Sleeping Somewhere Cold
Chapter 1: Thinking of You, Wherever You Are
The waters were calm. In a way, they reflected the world in which they were a part of. Calm and beautiful to look at, but mystery and danger lurked in its depths. They also reflected the eyes of its lone observer, down to the color of the mirrored sky.....
Yamato had a kaleidoscope of thoughts and emotions running through his young mind as he sat on the banks of a lake. Joy and relief at the thought of finally being reunited with the rest of the Chosen Children. Confusion and frustration at the thought of how they were going to beat Myotismon to their world.... That lead to a more troubling thought.
He was jealous of Taichi. He got to go home, to be with his loved ones. Even if it was just for one day, he had a chance to relax, while the rest of the chosen kids were left to suffer the consequences of not having his leadership. Even though they were all back together, Yamato couldn't help feeling bitter towards his friend. He was able to go home, to be loved....
He thought of Mitori.
What was strange was that he didn't know how he felt when he thought of her. Was it anger? Regret? Gratitude? He didn't even want to think about the one, major feeling he could possibly have for her. It just seemed to make him sick, though something told him that the nauseating feeling in his stomach was good....
Yamato sighed and lay back with a flop, the rich, lush grass of the Digital World cushioning his fall. No need to think about that. He needed to focus on the task at hand. Protecting the eighth Child. Getting back to their world. Going back to their families....
His clear, blue eyes narrowed slightly as the sun was obscured by a passing cloud, shadowing his fair face. He had no family, at least not anymore....
What would be waiting for him, back on Earth?
His heart answered "Tori", but his mind knew better. She was gone. So much had happened to him. Even if he would be able to see her again, how would he be able to face her, knowing that he had found a higher purpose while she was still bound by the chains of fate that held every human except for eight children? How could he do that to her?
Then again.....
Maybe it would serve her right, after what she had done to him. After she had used him like that....
Yamato immediately pushed that thought away. He had tried his damnedest not to think of her. But he knew he could never forget her.
He'd never forget the look in those emerald eyes. That look of....what?
The sun escaped from its fluffy prison, once again nourishing the land with its light.
Maybe there was a deeper meaning behind it all. The Chosen Children, the Digimon, their worlds....
And Tori.
Though the day was already bright, Yamato knew the others still wouldn't be awake for a while. He sat up again, gave a brief smile to the heavens, and pulled out his harmonica.
The day was bright, and full of new, hopeful opportunities, contrary to the wailing notes that echoed over the water.
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She tossed.
/No..../
She turned.
/I'm sorry..../
But it didn't stop the thoughts that were plaguing her mind. Mitori was dreaming, a nightmare the demons in her head had been playing in her mind over and over for the past two months. Every night, endlessly....
It was dark.
Darkness surrounded her, it seemed to embrace her. At first, she was terrified, then gradually welcomed the familiar emptiness, even though she hadn't felt it in so long. It almost seemed motherly.
Then everything went to hell.
Everything shattered like glass around her. Even though she knew she was dreaming, the next part always felt real. The sound of breaking glass sliced through the silence, the same way it sliced through something attached to her back. She felt no pain, but was still horrified. That "something" would become clear next.
She would have been afraid of suddenly plummeting into the darkness, if not for what was giving her a warm sensation all over. Blood was coursing down her back, streaming down her arms, splattering in ruby droplets around her. It was coming from what had once been a part of her. Wings. Now they were reduced to bloody stubs and stained feathers that fell like tainted snow. A horrid sight to her young eyes.
Then came the voices. The mocking, unforgiving voices.
/This.... is what you deserve./
/I know..../
/You turned out to be nothing more than an average, foolish human./
/I know..../
/Selfish..../
/Stop it./
/Ruthless..../
/Please, stop..../
/Heartless./
/No more, please..../
/Are you scared?/
/....Yes./
/Are you really? Or are you truly in denial? No matter what you say, your pain won't stop. You will continue to suffer./
/No..../
/Just..../
/I'm sorry..../
/Like..../
/Don't say it...!/
/Him./
/I said I was sorry!/
/Apologies are just words. Do you think that will help him? Do you believe that will save him?
Remember...../
/I don't want to think about it!/
/You are the source of all his pain. Then..../
/Please, don't remind me.../
/And now./
She was scared. It was pitiful that an unknown, unfamiliar voice had to remind her of that. It was sad, and frightening, because....it was the truth.
Usually she screamed, challenging the darkness, only to be awarded with an abrupt return to reality. This time, it was different. It really sank in.
She.... was the source of all of Yamato's pain.
The times when he would laugh without humor when she would make a comment about life and people.
/If it wasn't for me..../
The days when he would be so busy battling with his inner turmoil that he wouldn't even talk to her.
/If it wasn't for me..../
The precious memories that became lies.
/All because of.... me./
She didn't scream. She didn't wake up. Instead, she fell. She was falling into darkness.
Falling.....
Falling.....
And hoping she would never rise again.
She accepted her fate. No matter what she did, bad things would happen. If she did nothing, bad things would happen. So she fell, and she continued to fall. Just falling, and letting her turbulent mind come to rest, to never feel again.....
And hopefully, never think of him.
/I'd give anything to say what I should have said before.
Starting with "I'm sorry."
I'd give anything to be beside you, listening to our song.
I'd give anything to feel you beside me.
I'd give anything.... to show you.... I'm sorry.
I'd give anything, but.....
What do I have to give except pain?/
Then, something totally unexpected happened.
Mitori heard, or rather felt, something or someone, call to her. It urged her to open her eyes. She did, slowly and reluctantly at first, then quickly with shock when she saw.... Light.
It was indescribable. Its color kept changing. A blazing red, orange. A soft yellow, pink. A cool blue, gray. A vibrant violet, green. A gentle lilac, aqua. It was undeniably pure.
It may have been far away, but she still reached for it as it kept changing in front of her. Just a little more....
Then she finally touched it, and it instantly flashed and stayed a soothing aqua. The light glowed, piercing and eradicating the darkness. It bathed and purified Mitori in its holy radiance, restoring her wings. Everything around was bright and brilliant, snowy, white feathers swirled and danced....
She woke up.
Just like that, everything grew dark, save for the dancing colors one would see behind closed lids. Mitori was aware that she was awake, though the sensation of being caressed by hundreds of soft feathers still tickled her. Maybe because of the fluffiness and comfort of her down-filled mattress and comforter, her bed. She sat up slowly, feeling at ease and rubbing her eyes with her left hand.
Usually she had the odd sensation of falling as she woke up, and even though she was falling, she would somehow feel as though she was "rising" as her mind reunited with her body. This time she had felt like she was settling down, as if returning from a higher realm and coming back down to Earth. It was a nice change....
She was suddenly aware that she was holding something in her right hand. Upon opening her eyes, she was sure that for a second that what had been filtering through her window onto her right hand was a pure, white light instead of a golden stream of sunlight. But the light faded, and she blinked, confused.
She rubbed her eyes again and looked up out the window, noticing that it wasn't night anymore, but the sun hadn't quite risen yet. The first ray of dawn just peeked over the horizon as Mitori turned her attention back at what was in her hand. She was blinded for a moment, as the sunlight shone directly on the foreign object in her hand. It was definitely determined to be foreign as Mitori was able to look at it directly when her eyes readjusted a few moments later.
For what she held in her hand was a small, electronic device.....
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Was that a helluva way to get a digivice or what? A lot better than a light shining from a computer and crap, which is what I originally wrote. But that whole dream will have meaning later.
Don't mean to copy Rinoa, but.....
(waves hand) You will review, you will review.....