Of The Tiny Flowers

mamo-chan and petit producshizzle x)

AU (Alternate Universe) and OOC (Out of Character) kozumi fiction: the plot and other spare characters belong to me! Kouji and Izumi and any other Digimon OC's belong to Digimon, which I do not own. Eh.

The Day Creature in the Night

It was getting dark by the time the girl got home. She dragged up her front steps of the shaky old porch and kicked open the old screen door which was only halfway on. She nudged the door and it opened without much effort. She yelled,

"Home!" but her voice echoed through the empty house. Suddenly, a strong push caused her to take a step forward. Whirling around, she smiled at a powder-puff of a dog sitting at her feet. She smiled, exposing her large fangs at the innocent creature. It was the only animal she had ever spared from her hunger. Lazily it sprawled on the paint chipped porch as a pink tongue lolled out of its small mouth.

"You silly boy," the girl raised an eyebrow at the dog and bent down to pat his poofy head when a clatter startled the dog. She felt like she was much more jumpy after that visit to the Haven. Looking to her side, she saw the bag gaping open; a few pens had spilled out. Lunging at the fallen items, the dog barked, pouncing on each pen.

"How I hate zippers," she muttered as she stuffed the pens back into their rightful pockets. She slowly zipped up her pack as a look of shock was displayed on her pale face. Quickly unzipping her bag, she threw out school book after book, trying to find papers which were obviously not there. Of course, this behavior startled the pup as he jumped around, trying to dodge the rain of books threatening to flatten him.

"Damn all that is holy." She growled, slumping to the ground. Seeing his mother figure at his level, the dog rushed up to her and showered her face with sloppy kisses.

"Thank you, Peach." Her scowling face was replaced with a grateful one. Peach was such a cute and loyal companion. When she had seen him first, his coat was a much duller, peachy color, so she gave him the name Peach. "I suppose I'll have to go back and get those drawings. Pity. I was have liked to show you how pretty that place is." She stood up and left her things on the porch. Peach followed his little legs struggling to keep up with her mother's larger strides.

"I guess there is a positive side to this," she stopped suddenly causing the power-puff to smack into her leg. "I'll see the beauties sooner than I had expected," she bent down and grabbed the dog by the scruff of his small neck. He stretched out until he was close enough and licked her nose lovingly. A chuckle escaped from her pale lips. Her nightly plans had slightly changed, but it would prove to be quite interesting.

Petit Change

The dark haired man walked out slowly, bare feet stepping carefully onto the damp grass. It was sunset and Takuya had just gone home. Now was his time to escape. Being monitored during the day was such a hindrance, but now, he was free to do what he wished, and he wished to be outside, and here he was. He sauntered over to the lone cherry tree, feeling somewhat nervous. Who was this mysterious artist? Towering over the pieces of art, he picked up the most stuffing and stared at it for what seemed like an eternity. Such details in such a simple subject. The yellow tulip looked as if it would sway with the breeze at any given moment. Squinting into the bottom right corner, he saw the name: Orimoto, Izumi. It was scrawled without any thought, yet his dark eyes analyzed the name.

"Orimoto, Izumi, I hope we'll be able to meet one day," his deep voice was quiet and mysterious. He smiled sadly and crouched down, collecting the other papers and brought them inside the very under furnished house. Setting the drawings on the counter, he ripped a paper from a notebook and scrawled a note in the shadows, growing darker by the minute. Grabbing a string, he tied the drawings together, the yellow tulip on top. He then took the note and tucked it in with her art. Then, he leaned the drawings up against the trunk of the cherry tree and retreated back into the house, upstairs and into his bedroom where he fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming of a knight, a blond maiden, and a gory death.

Petit Change

Izumi ran a pale hand through her blond hair as she looked up at the wood fence with the branches of the familiar cherry tree peeking over the top. It seemed like she had come too soon.

'Here we go…' she thought as she hopped over the fence with ease. Staring at the empty ground in front of the tree, she started to panic. Where had they gone? Did someone take them? And then the white caught her eye. She gave a relieved sigh and knelt down to grab the drawings when the note hit her. Her hand recoiled as she read the note out loud.

"Orimoto, Izumi: I did enjoy your drawings. Please feel free to come back and next time, maybe I could be blessed to watch you work. –Kouji Minamoto." She frowned, quickly grabbing the pack of papers and hopping the fence. He could have been watching for all she knew. Her instincts told her to run. To run away and forget about the Haven, but she could. When she arrived home, she dropped the papers on the stairs and rushed away, the stairs creaking. The night's events left her shaken, but not discouraged. She would go back tomorrow. Yes, she felt she needed to go back. It was destiny. It was meant to be…

To be Continued in Chapter 3.

Mamo: This was a bit longer. Sorry there wasn't a lot in this chapter. I know I keep saying I'll put more, but I will I promise. You'll see. AND Izumi IS A VAMPIRE. Just to make that clear. As for reviewers…

Yarrie: Yes, I know. I want to update more, but currently, I am rewriting the 5 chapters that I had planned to update with. Grave mistake I had.Making of a New Life will be on HAITUS for about a month until I get the chapters sorted out. Very sorry.

Chbi: First chapter… like you, I write either really late, or really early. Just an act of passion, nothing more. I made this a bit longer. >.>

Sakura: Thank you very much!

Emily: Thank you! As I said to Chbi, moments of passion. .; I hope you continue to read!