Ardour - Sequel to Welkin
by: sakuramimato (sakuramimato@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: I'm back [for now], but I still don't own Digimon.
Author's Note: (01192004) It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry for the long delay! Anyways, I finally got the inspiration enough to want to write again, so I hope you enjoy this chapter and the upcoming ones! :) Since I have been taking Japanese as my foreign language requirement for high school (I'm in high school now, yay~ my reason for not updating, hehe), so expect to see more Japanese throughout the fic.
Enjoy, and please review if you must! I want to know of what improvements and what YOU (the reader) want to read in upcoming chapters. Thank you for bearing with me!
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Chapter 10
'Hello. You have reached the voice mailbox of -..' click Yamato-san groaned at the response his cell phone had given him. Two days had passed since the supposed "car accident" occured near the Takenouchi flower shop, and it had been two days since then that Tachikawa Mimi had made any effort of existence. Letting out a sigh, he tossed his cellphone onto his bed, unaware that it had tumbled off to the side near the wall.
It was late afternoon, and the day seemed to have dragged on lazily. The house was empty, only occupied by himself and his younger brother watching some television out in the living room. Yamato-san sat at his desk, staring out of his window with his chin resting on his left palm (elbow on the desk) while he twirled a pencil in the other hand. Numerous thoughts had been flooding into his mind, but all that came from it was emptiness. The pencil eventually escaped from his grasp and rolled across his desk, and as he went to reach for it, a small picture frame struck his out stretched arm caused by the desk's shaking as he lazily went to retrieve the pencil. A slight cracking noise caught his attention as he dropped his hand and took to the care of the fallen frame turned downward on the desk. (It holds wallet size pictures.) Small fragments of glass had fallen off as he turned the frame upright and he noticed that a photo booth picture of him and Takenouchi Sora was almost detached from the frame. The cracked glass made the sight even less appealing as the crack had run between the two; the sight of Sora reminded him of their recent moment. He was beginning to touch his lips with his finger, but was drawn away from the gesture as Takeru's laughter flew through the halls. As he went to slide the picture back, the glass completely collapsed, as did the picture, falling face down onto the table, and he noticed that a picture was hidden underneath the picture of him and Sora while in the frame and had been turned around with shakily-written characters on the back in a pale pink ink that was almost completely smeared:
"2002.12: Yamato-kun to atashi. - Tachikawa Mimi
P.S. Ganbatte kudasai~ Daisuki desu."
(trans: December 2002: Yamato-kun and me. - Mimi Tachikawa
P.S. Good luck -- I like you very much.)
Reading this, he set the frame down and stood away from the desk, deciding to take a walk even though it was nearing twilight, but as he neared his closed door, he turned back and took the sheet of paper that he had been writing on earlier on that was cluttered with various characters crossed out, crumpled it, and threw it into the wastebasket. He frowned as he turned to the door once again, grabbing his jacket from his bed and held it over his shoulder as he called good-bye to Takeru, saying that he'd return later. Takeru pulled his head to see the hall to ask where onii-san was going, but Yamato had already locked the door behind him.
Takeru had turned his attention back to the television set where a live episode of Hey! Hey! Hey! was airing their weekly music results (Yamato-kun's band came in 12th place!) when the ring of a cellphone coming from a room through the hallway was heard. The sound was coming from his brother's room and he noticed that it had been wedged between the wall and his Yamato's bed. 'Yamato must've forgotten about it again.' Retrieving the phone, the device had stopped responding and a the words 'Tachikawa Mimi (1)' were flashing on the screen. Her name stuck Takeru with wonderment as he hadn't heard from her anymore than he'd seen her lately. He decided to leave the phone on his brother's desk and noticed that a mess had been left on it, making him wonder what his brother had been up to lately. "This is.. getting really weird." he whispered under his breath, and returned to the living room.
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The monotone ringing continued in Tachikawa Mimi's earpiece as she sighed when she heard the voice message recieve her call. She slowly let her arm with the electronic device in hand down and let her eyes rest upon the soft shades of color seeming to emanate from out of the blue sky. 'He must be busy.' Her eyes loomed with a sorrow comparable to that of the eyes that she so longed to stare deep into. Sitting atop a bench in the park, passerbys were few and she was all near deserted other than herself and the occassional park inhabitants that were their way back to their burrows and nests as the sun was slowly setting. Raising her phone up again, she stared at the number that she had recently dialed and decided on putting the phone away, hopeless that a response would cease to return.
Sighing, she began to rise from the park bench and was held back by the nagging tug of purse that had been caught under the arm rest of the bench. Furrowing her brow, she knelt down to release it from its attachment to the bench when a hand had beat her to it, and had the strap of her purse removed from from the chair. Having had her hands resting on the armrest, she slowly turned her gaze upward, resting her eyes upon a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes equally pale.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Giving a hand out for her, he waited for a reply, but Tachikawa Mimi's eyes moved from his face to his hand to somewhere off away from him as she mustered up a way to conceal the growing despair inside her. Taking his hand, she replied with a rather quieted "Eh.. yeah," and felt a sigh come about as she took a stand and bowed down curtly to her helper. "Thank you for helping me with the.. purse, Michael."
[[ batsu (04122004) I'm so lame!! You guys have probably given up on this story! (Dame desu!! Baka baka baka!!) T_T I'll try my best to write something for you guys to enjoy. I'm soo sorry for the hold-up! ]]
"It's no problem," he replied with a soft smile that she failed to see. Her bow remained for a couple seconds longer until she regained her composure with a haggard expression lingering about her face. Noticing this, Michael placed her purse strap into her hand and gave her another smile, "Mimi, why the sad face?"
'What..?' Mimi could only look into the cheerful eyes of the one standing before her in bewilderment. 'Wha--?'
"Mimi, cheer up. It's difficult seeing you so sad. Has something terrible happened to you?" he asked with his smile softening a bit. "Hm?"
'What..? I'm so confused.. Why is Michael being so nice. And.. I didn't notice how well he could speak. I didn't even notice myself! What, my thoughts are so confused! What's wrong with me??' Mimi's eyes shifted from left to right, from the park, to Michael, to the lake. Her anticipation and speculation caused a raise in temperature that she was unaware. "It's nothing.. Nothing much, really. I don't think anything terrible would happen, but.."
Michael's expression changed, showing a touch of concern for her. "..."
"It's.." Mimi stammered once more. Thoughts of the recent walk-in she had commited flooded through her mind, though she had tried to repress it for the past couple of days. She had begun to slip into deep thought once again and openly expressed her mind, "Yamato-kun.. He -- I.."
The sun had slowly begun to set and vermillion was cast upon the city, changing the mood and smell of the surrounding. Yamato's walk didn't stray him far from his apartment; he found himself walking alongside the grass when a murmuring of American words alienated themselves from the solitude and quiet of the natural nature around him. His attention tended to stray toward the foreign words, but his lessons led him to comprehend just a few, though the voices were halting and fragmented. 'I didn't know American couples toured this part of Tokyo.'
"Yamato-kun --"
His name being called out brought him to a stop. Searching for the mouth whose voice addressed his name, he turned to see through the thin brush a couple standing a couple feet away; their identities obstructed by the brush that lay between them.
"I don't know anymore, but.. it's nothing so.." tears flooded Mimi's eyes as she quickly lowered her head so that Michael wouldn't take notice. 'I'm so confused..'
'Mimi-chan? And, who is that guy?' Matt wondered as he stood his ground, seemingly planted in the same spot.
"I've always thought that we would be together, but it's not like I'm welcome here. I've been gone for years at a time, but I never thought things would change!" she cried as a couple of tears fell from her cheek. The wind blew a slight breeze causing a couple of strands of hair to grow attached to her tear-stained face.
'Damn. It's about me.. I caused this.' (knows his English pretty well) Yamato thought as he took a step forward, thinking that this one move would only ease the pain that Mimi was experiencing. 'I.. want to reach out to you, Tachikawa. Please..'
A silence lasted for a couple of seconds that seemed to span for minutes. Mimi's quiet sobbing broke through the silence, but was carried away by the soft breeze.
'Don't hate me, Mimi..'
"I lov--"
'What the hell?!'
Her words broke off as her breath was taken away from the sudden embrace. Mimi's eyes widened at this sudden action and stood even more dumbfounded than she had been with her thoughts, slightly resisting his forced embrace. '..Michael?'
Matt was tempted to bound forward and take Mimi into his arms away from Michael, but couldn't reveal that he had been eavesdropping and could only stand to watch, petrified at the sight that lay before him, forgetting about the previous happenings, where his emotions lay, he only understood that the one that lay most vulnerable, the one that he had once cared for, the once that his heart was bleeding for now, was in someone else's arms other than his own.
Mimi's breathing seemed to have halted at the shock of Michael's action (as did Matt's); only the wind seemed to breathe around them as the flowers and grass drooped toward the earth, and the fallen leaves were the only things amongst all else animated.
"With someone as beautiful as you, you don't deserve to be unhappy." Michael smiled as he lowered his head to her's. Yet, another wind blew as the he embraced the suffering soul, planting assurance into her very impression of him. He put a little distance between them and lifted her face up to his with his gentle hand lifting her chin for her to raise her head. Her eyes still strayed to the side as tears still formed at the corners of her eyes. Wiping the tears away, he smiled and rest his hands on her slightly trembling shoulders as the two faced one another, locking eyes. Slowly the trembling had stopped, "You're more lovely as you smile, Mimi."
'What are they saying? What is he doing??' Matt stood, petrified at the scene that lay before him.
Looking up into his soft eyes, his face, reflecting on the gentle words and actions, she couldn't help but overlook his hospitality and saddened smile as overwhelming. Taking a step forward, she returned his first embrace and cried sorrowfully in his arms as he wrapped his arms around her.
'I'm so confused now.. I don't know what to think anymore. Michael--'
"MIMI-CHAN!!"
At this, the words scrawled upon the crumpled piece of paper that lay lost in the pile of trash took on a new meaning.
[Watashi no kokoro wa shirimasen desu.]
(My heart doesn't understand.)
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A/N: I hope you found this addition very appropriate. I know, it's very dramatic, but I decided to change the storyline to what I didn't have expected at all. (I really had no idea what I was going to do and was planning to drop the whole story.) I hope you guys enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed adding this chapter. ^^; Please forgive me for the long delay~ T_T I'm so sorry for leaving you guys hanging like that, and I know this isn't the greatest story there is out there, but I hope you like how it turns out.
Thank you for following my stories. I appreciate your reviews and plain reading my work! (Sorry again!)
EDIT: I fixed some grammatical errors with this chapter and added some things to make some dialogue more clear. If you got confused on the part before Michael hugs Mimi, here's a guide:
'Don't hate me, Mimi..' Yamato-kun
"I lov--" Mimi-chan about to admit that she loved Yamato-kun to Michael (she's confused, remember?)
'What the hell?!' Yamato-kun when Michael takes Mimi-chan into his arms
Weirded out yet? This is the game of Ardour. Read on~
by: sakuramimato (sakuramimato@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: I'm back [for now], but I still don't own Digimon.
Author's Note: (01192004) It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry for the long delay! Anyways, I finally got the inspiration enough to want to write again, so I hope you enjoy this chapter and the upcoming ones! :) Since I have been taking Japanese as my foreign language requirement for high school (I'm in high school now, yay~ my reason for not updating, hehe), so expect to see more Japanese throughout the fic.
Enjoy, and please review if you must! I want to know of what improvements and what YOU (the reader) want to read in upcoming chapters. Thank you for bearing with me!
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Chapter 10
'Hello. You have reached the voice mailbox of -..' click Yamato-san groaned at the response his cell phone had given him. Two days had passed since the supposed "car accident" occured near the Takenouchi flower shop, and it had been two days since then that Tachikawa Mimi had made any effort of existence. Letting out a sigh, he tossed his cellphone onto his bed, unaware that it had tumbled off to the side near the wall.
It was late afternoon, and the day seemed to have dragged on lazily. The house was empty, only occupied by himself and his younger brother watching some television out in the living room. Yamato-san sat at his desk, staring out of his window with his chin resting on his left palm (elbow on the desk) while he twirled a pencil in the other hand. Numerous thoughts had been flooding into his mind, but all that came from it was emptiness. The pencil eventually escaped from his grasp and rolled across his desk, and as he went to reach for it, a small picture frame struck his out stretched arm caused by the desk's shaking as he lazily went to retrieve the pencil. A slight cracking noise caught his attention as he dropped his hand and took to the care of the fallen frame turned downward on the desk. (It holds wallet size pictures.) Small fragments of glass had fallen off as he turned the frame upright and he noticed that a photo booth picture of him and Takenouchi Sora was almost detached from the frame. The cracked glass made the sight even less appealing as the crack had run between the two; the sight of Sora reminded him of their recent moment. He was beginning to touch his lips with his finger, but was drawn away from the gesture as Takeru's laughter flew through the halls. As he went to slide the picture back, the glass completely collapsed, as did the picture, falling face down onto the table, and he noticed that a picture was hidden underneath the picture of him and Sora while in the frame and had been turned around with shakily-written characters on the back in a pale pink ink that was almost completely smeared:
"2002.12: Yamato-kun to atashi. - Tachikawa Mimi
P.S. Ganbatte kudasai~ Daisuki desu."
(trans: December 2002: Yamato-kun and me. - Mimi Tachikawa
P.S. Good luck -- I like you very much.)
Reading this, he set the frame down and stood away from the desk, deciding to take a walk even though it was nearing twilight, but as he neared his closed door, he turned back and took the sheet of paper that he had been writing on earlier on that was cluttered with various characters crossed out, crumpled it, and threw it into the wastebasket. He frowned as he turned to the door once again, grabbing his jacket from his bed and held it over his shoulder as he called good-bye to Takeru, saying that he'd return later. Takeru pulled his head to see the hall to ask where onii-san was going, but Yamato had already locked the door behind him.
Takeru had turned his attention back to the television set where a live episode of Hey! Hey! Hey! was airing their weekly music results (Yamato-kun's band came in 12th place!) when the ring of a cellphone coming from a room through the hallway was heard. The sound was coming from his brother's room and he noticed that it had been wedged between the wall and his Yamato's bed. 'Yamato must've forgotten about it again.' Retrieving the phone, the device had stopped responding and a the words 'Tachikawa Mimi (1)' were flashing on the screen. Her name stuck Takeru with wonderment as he hadn't heard from her anymore than he'd seen her lately. He decided to leave the phone on his brother's desk and noticed that a mess had been left on it, making him wonder what his brother had been up to lately. "This is.. getting really weird." he whispered under his breath, and returned to the living room.
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The monotone ringing continued in Tachikawa Mimi's earpiece as she sighed when she heard the voice message recieve her call. She slowly let her arm with the electronic device in hand down and let her eyes rest upon the soft shades of color seeming to emanate from out of the blue sky. 'He must be busy.' Her eyes loomed with a sorrow comparable to that of the eyes that she so longed to stare deep into. Sitting atop a bench in the park, passerbys were few and she was all near deserted other than herself and the occassional park inhabitants that were their way back to their burrows and nests as the sun was slowly setting. Raising her phone up again, she stared at the number that she had recently dialed and decided on putting the phone away, hopeless that a response would cease to return.
Sighing, she began to rise from the park bench and was held back by the nagging tug of purse that had been caught under the arm rest of the bench. Furrowing her brow, she knelt down to release it from its attachment to the bench when a hand had beat her to it, and had the strap of her purse removed from from the chair. Having had her hands resting on the armrest, she slowly turned her gaze upward, resting her eyes upon a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes equally pale.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Giving a hand out for her, he waited for a reply, but Tachikawa Mimi's eyes moved from his face to his hand to somewhere off away from him as she mustered up a way to conceal the growing despair inside her. Taking his hand, she replied with a rather quieted "Eh.. yeah," and felt a sigh come about as she took a stand and bowed down curtly to her helper. "Thank you for helping me with the.. purse, Michael."
[[ batsu (04122004) I'm so lame!! You guys have probably given up on this story! (Dame desu!! Baka baka baka!!) T_T I'll try my best to write something for you guys to enjoy. I'm soo sorry for the hold-up! ]]
"It's no problem," he replied with a soft smile that she failed to see. Her bow remained for a couple seconds longer until she regained her composure with a haggard expression lingering about her face. Noticing this, Michael placed her purse strap into her hand and gave her another smile, "Mimi, why the sad face?"
'What..?' Mimi could only look into the cheerful eyes of the one standing before her in bewilderment. 'Wha--?'
"Mimi, cheer up. It's difficult seeing you so sad. Has something terrible happened to you?" he asked with his smile softening a bit. "Hm?"
'What..? I'm so confused.. Why is Michael being so nice. And.. I didn't notice how well he could speak. I didn't even notice myself! What, my thoughts are so confused! What's wrong with me??' Mimi's eyes shifted from left to right, from the park, to Michael, to the lake. Her anticipation and speculation caused a raise in temperature that she was unaware. "It's nothing.. Nothing much, really. I don't think anything terrible would happen, but.."
Michael's expression changed, showing a touch of concern for her. "..."
"It's.." Mimi stammered once more. Thoughts of the recent walk-in she had commited flooded through her mind, though she had tried to repress it for the past couple of days. She had begun to slip into deep thought once again and openly expressed her mind, "Yamato-kun.. He -- I.."
The sun had slowly begun to set and vermillion was cast upon the city, changing the mood and smell of the surrounding. Yamato's walk didn't stray him far from his apartment; he found himself walking alongside the grass when a murmuring of American words alienated themselves from the solitude and quiet of the natural nature around him. His attention tended to stray toward the foreign words, but his lessons led him to comprehend just a few, though the voices were halting and fragmented. 'I didn't know American couples toured this part of Tokyo.'
"Yamato-kun --"
His name being called out brought him to a stop. Searching for the mouth whose voice addressed his name, he turned to see through the thin brush a couple standing a couple feet away; their identities obstructed by the brush that lay between them.
"I don't know anymore, but.. it's nothing so.." tears flooded Mimi's eyes as she quickly lowered her head so that Michael wouldn't take notice. 'I'm so confused..'
'Mimi-chan? And, who is that guy?' Matt wondered as he stood his ground, seemingly planted in the same spot.
"I've always thought that we would be together, but it's not like I'm welcome here. I've been gone for years at a time, but I never thought things would change!" she cried as a couple of tears fell from her cheek. The wind blew a slight breeze causing a couple of strands of hair to grow attached to her tear-stained face.
'Damn. It's about me.. I caused this.' (knows his English pretty well) Yamato thought as he took a step forward, thinking that this one move would only ease the pain that Mimi was experiencing. 'I.. want to reach out to you, Tachikawa. Please..'
A silence lasted for a couple of seconds that seemed to span for minutes. Mimi's quiet sobbing broke through the silence, but was carried away by the soft breeze.
'Don't hate me, Mimi..'
"I lov--"
'What the hell?!'
Her words broke off as her breath was taken away from the sudden embrace. Mimi's eyes widened at this sudden action and stood even more dumbfounded than she had been with her thoughts, slightly resisting his forced embrace. '..Michael?'
Matt was tempted to bound forward and take Mimi into his arms away from Michael, but couldn't reveal that he had been eavesdropping and could only stand to watch, petrified at the sight that lay before him, forgetting about the previous happenings, where his emotions lay, he only understood that the one that lay most vulnerable, the one that he had once cared for, the once that his heart was bleeding for now, was in someone else's arms other than his own.
Mimi's breathing seemed to have halted at the shock of Michael's action (as did Matt's); only the wind seemed to breathe around them as the flowers and grass drooped toward the earth, and the fallen leaves were the only things amongst all else animated.
"With someone as beautiful as you, you don't deserve to be unhappy." Michael smiled as he lowered his head to her's. Yet, another wind blew as the he embraced the suffering soul, planting assurance into her very impression of him. He put a little distance between them and lifted her face up to his with his gentle hand lifting her chin for her to raise her head. Her eyes still strayed to the side as tears still formed at the corners of her eyes. Wiping the tears away, he smiled and rest his hands on her slightly trembling shoulders as the two faced one another, locking eyes. Slowly the trembling had stopped, "You're more lovely as you smile, Mimi."
'What are they saying? What is he doing??' Matt stood, petrified at the scene that lay before him.
Looking up into his soft eyes, his face, reflecting on the gentle words and actions, she couldn't help but overlook his hospitality and saddened smile as overwhelming. Taking a step forward, she returned his first embrace and cried sorrowfully in his arms as he wrapped his arms around her.
'I'm so confused now.. I don't know what to think anymore. Michael--'
"MIMI-CHAN!!"
At this, the words scrawled upon the crumpled piece of paper that lay lost in the pile of trash took on a new meaning.
[Watashi no kokoro wa shirimasen desu.]
(My heart doesn't understand.)
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A/N: I hope you found this addition very appropriate. I know, it's very dramatic, but I decided to change the storyline to what I didn't have expected at all. (I really had no idea what I was going to do and was planning to drop the whole story.) I hope you guys enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed adding this chapter. ^^; Please forgive me for the long delay~ T_T I'm so sorry for leaving you guys hanging like that, and I know this isn't the greatest story there is out there, but I hope you like how it turns out.
Thank you for following my stories. I appreciate your reviews and plain reading my work! (Sorry again!)
EDIT: I fixed some grammatical errors with this chapter and added some things to make some dialogue more clear. If you got confused on the part before Michael hugs Mimi, here's a guide:
'Don't hate me, Mimi..' Yamato-kun
"I lov--" Mimi-chan about to admit that she loved Yamato-kun to Michael (she's confused, remember?)
'What the hell?!' Yamato-kun when Michael takes Mimi-chan into his arms
Weirded out yet? This is the game of Ardour. Read on~