Silver Angel: A.N. I no own Digimon or Harry Potter. Leave me alone, or
I'll sick Angel Takeru on you, and that's a fate worse than death! ^_^
Chapter 6: A Dreaming Soul
~ ~ ~ Laughter. Bright and cheerful, it held the tones of springtime. Filled with promise, light and life, it cheered him just to hear it. The giggle was only heard once however, before it faded into the background, echoing slightly before being swallowed up by the thick blanketing heat that surrounded him.
Everything seemed hazy now that he realized it. As if there were some unreal quality to the landscape around it. Come to think of it, was an orange sky all that common? Somehow it seemed natural enough where he was, but the rust colors that changed from a pale tan to a vibrant red tugged at his memory, telling him that this wasn't the way things were supposed to look.
'Could I be dreaming? He wondered. The thought thinning out into a pale wisp, as if absorbed by the ever-thickening atmosphere. Indeed, it felt like it was growing even hotter now, causing him to tug on his shirt collar in an attempt to relieve the almost choking pressure he felt when trying to breath.
"Silly! Don't you remember where we are? Or have you forgotten already! I would have thought that you at least wouldn't leave your memories of our life behind even after you struck out on your own! Humph! And here I thought we were best friends!"
Takeru swung around to see a small girl standing behind him, smiling, if looking slightly disapproving. He knew he was dreaming now. Here was a small girl, acting as if she were his older sister, and criticizing him, when he was quite sure he had never met her before in his life.
She was wearing a white dress that hung down to her knees, trimmed with pink on the edge of the skirt, and a pale purple star shape emblazoned on the chest. Her hair was a blond pale enough to be called white, and hung loose around her shoulders. A moment later her raised an eyebrow when he realized that it hung down as low as her knees. As girl as you as she, couldn't have grown her hair that long. Most startling however, were her eyes. They were a bright ruby red; a color that would normally make a person look demonic. On her however, she remained the picture of innocence, though there still seemed to be something odd.
"You don't remember me either then? I'm disappointed in you Hope. It looks like I won't be able to trust you anymore, if you can forget about me all that easily." Her faced scrunched up in a frown, and she pulled a stuffed pink cat plushie out of thin air.
"I should know you? But I've never met you before in my life! And why did you call me Hope? My names Takeru!" He looked at her in puzzlement, and she stepped up to him, circling around him and examining every inch. He scowled, feeling as though he was being treated like a prize horse at a fair. "Do you mind?"
The little girl gave him an impish smile, and skipped backward out of his reach. "Now now Hope - or *Takeru* if you prefer," she stressed his name, as if saying that it didn't really matter, or she was trying to make fun of him. "There's no need to get all stressed out. That was always your problem. You're too serious for your own good! Besides being unhealthy, it usually means a loss of control." She hugged her pink cat, and then pulled a blue one the color of his eyes out of the air.
"Here! Catch!" He caught the toy awkwardly, stopping it from hitting the brown grass at the last moment. He realized, upon examining what she had given him, how out of place it really seemed. Everything he had seen in this world so far was some shade of autumn. It was all tan, rust, or red, and occasional some shade in between. By contrast, the plush toy - and he himself he realized - stood out like a part of the picture that had been pasted on from another picture. The girl, in her white and pink, somehow still managed to look as if she belonged, however.
He heard the laughter again, and noticed that it had actually come from her. "So you've realized that you don't belong her have you?" She smiled showing strait white teeth. "Well in a way you're right Hope, you don't belong here. You were brought here by some of those higher up than me, because the balance is going all wonky." She giggled again at her word usage. "Welcome to my world! Isn't it cool?"
"I'm surprised that you don't remember me though. The gate must have changed you more than I thought." A rumble sounded throughout the strange world, and Takeru staggered, trying to keep his footing as the land shook beneath him. The girl didn't really seem bother though. "I guess catch up will have to wait till later though." Another tremor shook, and the girl frowned. Takeru meanwhile, had dropped the toy that she had given him, and he watched it dissolve on the ground next to him, turning into a wisp of blue smoke, which smelled of the ocean.
"Now look at what you've done!" She hopped around from foot to foot, looking frustrated and angry with him. "You weren't supposed to do that Hope! Now you have to use the present I gave you!" Before he could ask what she meant, another roar sounded, and the world fell away dissolving into nothingness.
~ ~ ~
Takeru moaned as he felt himself coming back to consciousness surrounded by something warm and soft - blankets he realized. He noticed soon after, that he was actually lying in a bed, when the last thing he had remembered was collapsing amidst the blue light that dissolved the fog creature. He reached his hands upwards quickly around his throat almost as though still feeling those insubstantial hands, which had yet been so strong. Each time he tried to draw breath, he noticed a nagging soreness in his throat, left over from the attempt to kill him. Luckily for him, the creature had not succeeded. Whatever it had been - had Patamon been able to digivolve? - It was almost instantly destroyed.
He was about to snuggle back under the blankets, when he decided that he actually felt uncomfortably warm, and should kick off his coverings. Something odd memory tickled the back of his mind, and he remembered the dream. 'It was too warm there too. Come to think of it, that dream seemed awfully real - just like all the ones I can't seem to stop having.' Takeru blinked open his eyes, and found him looking straight into another pair of emerald green ones.
"Who are you?" Obvious concern and curiosity was in those eyes, and he felt his breath catch in his throat for a moment as he felt a feeling of familiarity overcome him. He knew this person. He did. There was no doubt in his mind, even though something nagged him that he couldn't. There was such a strong feeling of connection - nothing could fake it, no matter what his rational side told him.
Forgetting himself, he breathed out the first answer that came to his mind. "Hope." Almost immediately, however, he had to resist the urge to clap his hands over his mouth, as he realized what he had said. 'Darn it! Those stupid dreams must be getting to me, if I can't even remember my true name anymore!'
"Takeru. But you can call me TK." He breathed a silent prayer, hoping that his lapse had gone unnoticed by the boy leaning over him, and the several adults standing around in the background still waiting to make a move. Someone up there obviously hated him though, because he could tell from the widening of his eyes, that the boy had heard him - and somehow recognized what he had said. "Ummm." He looked around the room he was in, frantically looking for a way to divert the boy attention, and possibly get some answers at the same time. "Could you please tell me where I am? Last time I checked, there weren't that many buildings made out of stone in Japan." Again, he began to feel as if someone were cursing him - and laughing all the while at his luck. TK could tell just from their faces, that once again he had said something. unusual.
The boy in front of him looked as if he would reply, but quickly the older man stepped up to the bedside, looking down at him with twinkling blue eyes. "I do believe that I will take things from here Harry." He sat down in a chair to the side, and turned serious. "You, my boy, are no longer in Japan. You happen to be in Europe right now - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to be exact. I do confess, that I am quite curious at how you managed to bring yourself over an ocean. You don't seem to be old enough to be out of school, let alone aparate."
"Over. an ocean." Takeru repeated faintly, suddenly wishing very much that he was back asleep - or unconscious. Some things were just a little too much to find out in only one day.
Silver Angel: Slightly shorter chapter, but. I did get it done soon! It didn't sit around for weeks begging to be written or typed did it? So you should be happy right?
Angel Takeru: Yeah right. next thing you know, you'll be telling them to be satisfied with 500 words instead.
Silver Angel: Hey! I wouldn't do that! And who gave you permission to speak? You're my muse, so you should do what I say! I say, start working on the next chapter!
Angel Takeru: ::snickers:: Yeah right. You should know that it's the muse that controls the person. I have an idea. Nya Nya! You can't get it unless I want you too!
Silver Angel: ARRGGHHH! Please review! If you do, maybe he'll slip up, and I can still the idea back! #_#
Chapter 6: A Dreaming Soul
~ ~ ~ Laughter. Bright and cheerful, it held the tones of springtime. Filled with promise, light and life, it cheered him just to hear it. The giggle was only heard once however, before it faded into the background, echoing slightly before being swallowed up by the thick blanketing heat that surrounded him.
Everything seemed hazy now that he realized it. As if there were some unreal quality to the landscape around it. Come to think of it, was an orange sky all that common? Somehow it seemed natural enough where he was, but the rust colors that changed from a pale tan to a vibrant red tugged at his memory, telling him that this wasn't the way things were supposed to look.
'Could I be dreaming? He wondered. The thought thinning out into a pale wisp, as if absorbed by the ever-thickening atmosphere. Indeed, it felt like it was growing even hotter now, causing him to tug on his shirt collar in an attempt to relieve the almost choking pressure he felt when trying to breath.
"Silly! Don't you remember where we are? Or have you forgotten already! I would have thought that you at least wouldn't leave your memories of our life behind even after you struck out on your own! Humph! And here I thought we were best friends!"
Takeru swung around to see a small girl standing behind him, smiling, if looking slightly disapproving. He knew he was dreaming now. Here was a small girl, acting as if she were his older sister, and criticizing him, when he was quite sure he had never met her before in his life.
She was wearing a white dress that hung down to her knees, trimmed with pink on the edge of the skirt, and a pale purple star shape emblazoned on the chest. Her hair was a blond pale enough to be called white, and hung loose around her shoulders. A moment later her raised an eyebrow when he realized that it hung down as low as her knees. As girl as you as she, couldn't have grown her hair that long. Most startling however, were her eyes. They were a bright ruby red; a color that would normally make a person look demonic. On her however, she remained the picture of innocence, though there still seemed to be something odd.
"You don't remember me either then? I'm disappointed in you Hope. It looks like I won't be able to trust you anymore, if you can forget about me all that easily." Her faced scrunched up in a frown, and she pulled a stuffed pink cat plushie out of thin air.
"I should know you? But I've never met you before in my life! And why did you call me Hope? My names Takeru!" He looked at her in puzzlement, and she stepped up to him, circling around him and examining every inch. He scowled, feeling as though he was being treated like a prize horse at a fair. "Do you mind?"
The little girl gave him an impish smile, and skipped backward out of his reach. "Now now Hope - or *Takeru* if you prefer," she stressed his name, as if saying that it didn't really matter, or she was trying to make fun of him. "There's no need to get all stressed out. That was always your problem. You're too serious for your own good! Besides being unhealthy, it usually means a loss of control." She hugged her pink cat, and then pulled a blue one the color of his eyes out of the air.
"Here! Catch!" He caught the toy awkwardly, stopping it from hitting the brown grass at the last moment. He realized, upon examining what she had given him, how out of place it really seemed. Everything he had seen in this world so far was some shade of autumn. It was all tan, rust, or red, and occasional some shade in between. By contrast, the plush toy - and he himself he realized - stood out like a part of the picture that had been pasted on from another picture. The girl, in her white and pink, somehow still managed to look as if she belonged, however.
He heard the laughter again, and noticed that it had actually come from her. "So you've realized that you don't belong her have you?" She smiled showing strait white teeth. "Well in a way you're right Hope, you don't belong here. You were brought here by some of those higher up than me, because the balance is going all wonky." She giggled again at her word usage. "Welcome to my world! Isn't it cool?"
"I'm surprised that you don't remember me though. The gate must have changed you more than I thought." A rumble sounded throughout the strange world, and Takeru staggered, trying to keep his footing as the land shook beneath him. The girl didn't really seem bother though. "I guess catch up will have to wait till later though." Another tremor shook, and the girl frowned. Takeru meanwhile, had dropped the toy that she had given him, and he watched it dissolve on the ground next to him, turning into a wisp of blue smoke, which smelled of the ocean.
"Now look at what you've done!" She hopped around from foot to foot, looking frustrated and angry with him. "You weren't supposed to do that Hope! Now you have to use the present I gave you!" Before he could ask what she meant, another roar sounded, and the world fell away dissolving into nothingness.
~ ~ ~
Takeru moaned as he felt himself coming back to consciousness surrounded by something warm and soft - blankets he realized. He noticed soon after, that he was actually lying in a bed, when the last thing he had remembered was collapsing amidst the blue light that dissolved the fog creature. He reached his hands upwards quickly around his throat almost as though still feeling those insubstantial hands, which had yet been so strong. Each time he tried to draw breath, he noticed a nagging soreness in his throat, left over from the attempt to kill him. Luckily for him, the creature had not succeeded. Whatever it had been - had Patamon been able to digivolve? - It was almost instantly destroyed.
He was about to snuggle back under the blankets, when he decided that he actually felt uncomfortably warm, and should kick off his coverings. Something odd memory tickled the back of his mind, and he remembered the dream. 'It was too warm there too. Come to think of it, that dream seemed awfully real - just like all the ones I can't seem to stop having.' Takeru blinked open his eyes, and found him looking straight into another pair of emerald green ones.
"Who are you?" Obvious concern and curiosity was in those eyes, and he felt his breath catch in his throat for a moment as he felt a feeling of familiarity overcome him. He knew this person. He did. There was no doubt in his mind, even though something nagged him that he couldn't. There was such a strong feeling of connection - nothing could fake it, no matter what his rational side told him.
Forgetting himself, he breathed out the first answer that came to his mind. "Hope." Almost immediately, however, he had to resist the urge to clap his hands over his mouth, as he realized what he had said. 'Darn it! Those stupid dreams must be getting to me, if I can't even remember my true name anymore!'
"Takeru. But you can call me TK." He breathed a silent prayer, hoping that his lapse had gone unnoticed by the boy leaning over him, and the several adults standing around in the background still waiting to make a move. Someone up there obviously hated him though, because he could tell from the widening of his eyes, that the boy had heard him - and somehow recognized what he had said. "Ummm." He looked around the room he was in, frantically looking for a way to divert the boy attention, and possibly get some answers at the same time. "Could you please tell me where I am? Last time I checked, there weren't that many buildings made out of stone in Japan." Again, he began to feel as if someone were cursing him - and laughing all the while at his luck. TK could tell just from their faces, that once again he had said something. unusual.
The boy in front of him looked as if he would reply, but quickly the older man stepped up to the bedside, looking down at him with twinkling blue eyes. "I do believe that I will take things from here Harry." He sat down in a chair to the side, and turned serious. "You, my boy, are no longer in Japan. You happen to be in Europe right now - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to be exact. I do confess, that I am quite curious at how you managed to bring yourself over an ocean. You don't seem to be old enough to be out of school, let alone aparate."
"Over. an ocean." Takeru repeated faintly, suddenly wishing very much that he was back asleep - or unconscious. Some things were just a little too much to find out in only one day.
Silver Angel: Slightly shorter chapter, but. I did get it done soon! It didn't sit around for weeks begging to be written or typed did it? So you should be happy right?
Angel Takeru: Yeah right. next thing you know, you'll be telling them to be satisfied with 500 words instead.
Silver Angel: Hey! I wouldn't do that! And who gave you permission to speak? You're my muse, so you should do what I say! I say, start working on the next chapter!
Angel Takeru: ::snickers:: Yeah right. You should know that it's the muse that controls the person. I have an idea. Nya Nya! You can't get it unless I want you too!
Silver Angel: ARRGGHHH! Please review! If you do, maybe he'll slip up, and I can still the idea back! #_#