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Spirit, Sleeping Somewhere Cold
Chapter 2: In the Memory You'll Find Me
"I'm really losing it," Mitori muttered to herself.
She was out in a park near the apartments where she was currently living. It was barely light, yet there she was, all alone. She couldn't help but feel a little paranoid. She was in America, after all, and she might as well have had a blazing neon sign on her that screamed "I'm a little vulnerable and currently unsupervised girl, please come take advantage of me!". She wasn't in the happiest of moods, but it was better than being depressed.
The reason for her being out here wasn't helping her either. Following her weird dream, she had laid awake in bed, dazed. Something about the strange, beeper-like device urged her to get up, and do something!
It was a good excuse nonetheless. She needed a push to take some action. Anything to give her a reason to walk out of her room, out of this 'home'. As much as she wanted to get away from it, she just couldn't find the initiative until that morning.
She quickly and quietly dressed in a navy blue shirt, that featured a white swirly design that looked like a nine, with a red collar and sleeves that reached halfway down her arm. Complimenting that were blue jeans that extended just past her knees and white loose socks covered by lime green and white sneakers. Not knowing how long she wanted to be gone, she took a small black backpack filled with various food and drinks.
So, just what did she hope to accomplish out here anyway? She rarely went out, lacking a social life, and she didn't even know her way around the neighborhood she resided in. If she was going to do something, why didn't she just do it already?
"This is beyond stupid." Mitori growled, looking down at the mysterious electronic device that merrily showed it was way too early in the morning to be dealing with this. She had no plan of action whatsoever, and overall felt just idiotic for even thinking she could get out and do something.
She started to put the "beeper" away when it started to glow white. "What the-" She cut herself off as a beam of light shot down on her. She suddenly felt like she was dissolving into water and turned into nothing for a split second. The last thing she heard was her own scream before everything went black.
"That's a nice sound to wake up to."
"Morning, Gabumon," Yamato said after he finished the last note he was playing on his harmonica and his Digimon sat down beside him. The two stared at the waters of the lake before the Digimon broke the silence.
"So what's up? You aren't having dark thoughts again, are you?"
"....Not really." Yamato paused a moment, then proceeded to ask, "Gabumon, how do you feel about going to my world?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure. From what you and the others were always talking about, your world is very different from the Digital World."
"You aren't scared, are you?"
"No." Gabumon shook his head. "It's hard to be afraid of something you know nothing about."
/That's so different from most humans,/ Yamato thought to himself, turning his head to look at his partner.
"And anyway," Gabumon continued, "how could I be afraid when I have so many friends, and you?" He likewise looked at Yamato, and a genuine compassion and friendship was reflected both pairs of brown and blue eyes.
At length, Yamato smiled and nodded as a breeze ruffled his blonde locks and the fur of Gabumon's Garurumon fur coat. "Thanks, pal."
"There's nothing to be thankful for. We're friends, right?"
"Yeah." The boy turned his gaze back to the waters, as did his Digimon. After another moment of silence, Gabumon asked yet another question.
"So, what are you looking forward to back on your world?"
Yamato stiffened slightly, but quickly relaxed and answered calmly, "Oh, just stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Simple things, like burgers and music and hot baths whenever I want one."
"Anyone special back home?"
Now Yamato stiffened considerably. "What made you ask that?!"
Gabumon chuckled knowingly. "Ah, so there is someone. Well, who is it? Tell me."
"I....can't. She moved away from where I lived before I came here with the others."
"So it was girl. What was she like?"
"She was... nice for the most part. She was kinda the only friend I ever had. Before I met you, of course."
"So you were just friends?"
"Yeah."
"Positive?"
"Yes."
"Absolutely?"
"We were just friends, Gabumon!"
"Alright, alright. It's just that it seemed you two were very close. I could tell from the way you smelled; you kind of smelled nervous when I first brought the subject up, then you seemed sad and frustrated."
"Oh." Yamato mentally slapped himself; how could he forget the Digimon's sixth sense about other people's emotions? "It's just that a lot happened between us."
"What happened? Don't keep your feelings bottled up again."
"Actually, that's exactly what went wrong, then....."
Gabumon opened his mouth and was about to encourage Yamato to go on, but he was interrupted by a call from little Takeru.
"I guess it's time to start our day," Yamato sighed, standing up and stretching out.
Gabumon stood as well. "Matt....."
"Don't worry. I'll tell you about her later."
/Where... am I? No, I..... I know this place! Is my life flashing before my eyes? Am I.... dead?/
Mitori was able to confirm her surroundings. She was in a hospital, the delivery ward to be exact, in Odaiba, where she was born. Everything seemed normal enough. Doctors and nurses rushed about, doing their jobs and all, but.....
Nobody took notice of the black-haired girl standing in the middle of the hall. Mitori reached out to tap a doctor on the shoulder. "Gomen ne, I-" She stopped cold when her hand passed straight through the man. /What's going on?!/
The faint sound of laughter in a nearby room caught her attention suddenly. Mitori guessed that since she was dead or whatever, she might as well take advantage of her strange situation, and simply stepped through the door.
/This would be cool if it wasn't so scary.... What the-?!/
She was surprised at the scene before her in the room. In the bed was a woman, whom she recognized as her mother, holding a little baby girl.... herself. Also present in the room was her father, and two other people whom she guessed to be the parents of another baby. Being held by the other woman was a baby boy, who looked to be not that much older than her, maybe older by a month. That blonde hair, those blue eyes....
Just as Mitori guessed who that could have been, she was suddenly in another place. It happened spontaneously and without a sound. She was standing in a park, in the middle of rain, though she wasn't getting wet. What immediately caught her attention was a small figure sitting all alone on a bench. A little boy, crying, oblivious to the soaking downpour.
/That's..... Yamato./ She immediately went over and tried to comfort him, but to no avail as her hands simply slipped through him.
/Why is this happening?!/
"Ri-chan...." Yamato sniffed between sobs.
/.... Ri-chan?/
"Ri-chan.... where are you?"
/I'm right here, Yama.... ! Wait, something's not right.../
Mitori was just putting the puzzle together when she was flashed to another scene.
/Oh no... not this./
There she was, as a little girl, huddled near a door and pressing tiny hands against her ears. Angry voices could be heard, a man and a woman were arguing. There was a sound of breaking glass. Little Mitori pressed her hands even tighter against her ears and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Yama-kun...." she whimpered.
Everything went white, and Mitori was left with her own thoughts.
/These are my memories. Yamato and I... have known each other since we were babies, I guess. But how come neither of us remembered before? There must be more-/
She was cut off yet again, this time because she was suddenly aware that she wasn't drifting in subspace, but surrounded by colors. Familiar colors of blue, green, brown.... A land, a sea.....
She was tumbling head over heels towards a planet. Again, she found herself screaming.
Yeah, yeah, there's finally going to be action in the next chapter. It may be up sooner or later, depending on how long it takes me to think of one important detail. You know, I took a while writing this chapter because I just had to draw a pic of Tori, and I couldn't decide what color her shirt should be. (I really wish I could show you all, but I have not a scanner, de gozaru yo....) It took me, like, four hours to decide, you know.
A----nyway...
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