Distant Touch

Part Two

Chapter One

by MZ-Networx

Hey people!! I'm so glad you enjoyed 'Distant Touch'.. I was really impressed by all the reviews I got, and some of you even sent me e-mails!! Well.. at long last, I decided to write something else to continue on the story, since it WAS kind of discontinued. From that time, I hope to have matured as a writer, so I hope to get you all hooked.

Warning: Make sure you read the original 'Distant Touch' before this, or you won't understand anything..

This fic takes part in.. well, approximately a year or so after the original ficlet. And I don't own Digimon; the usual. It's all from Zoe's point of view.. so yeah.

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"I love you so much.."

"Ti amo.. I love you.. hug me.."

It was cold.. I was cold, but he was there, as always, keeping me company. He died in the real world, according to Trailmon, but so what? I still loved him, and I was sure he loved me – even so, he was standing in front of me, slightly burnt, smiling, arms outstretched.

"Takuya.."

I smiled at him, closed my eyes, and prepared to kiss him.. I wanted it to be special, to be.. exciting, and to be.. his.

"Takuya..."

Then, as if some hammer had hit an anvil, he disappeared in a wisp of smoke, as I was jolted out of my dreams, feeling something.. pierce against me. I struggled, not wanting to wake up, I wanted to remain with him, with Takuya, in our own field of roses with no thorns. I opened my eyes, dreading what I would see.. and with no luck, it was him. Makato.

He was furious – his eyes were almost red, similar to his angry face. "You dreamt about the demon again, you b-"

"NO!" I screamed, trying to erase the memories of what had not yet happened. He slapped me, so hard that I fell off my bed. He was so strong.. so frightening.. and I was so lonely. My lonliness engulfed the pain I was feeling, as usual, and I was barely conscious by the time Makato had stopped slapping me, kicking me, and brandishing his knife.

I always hated it when my parents were abroad.. he always showed up, and I was scared to talk about him.. I knew he would find a way for revenge, just as he had done with Takuya. "And I must be patient," I reminded myself through tears, "Takuya will come back.. you'll go to him.." It was almost a ritual, the way I kept repeating it to myself. I love him. He loves me. There's nothing more about it – we live together in my dreams, where there is no distinction between life and death.

But I talk in my dreams.

That's how he knows.

When I returned to consciousness, I immediately noticed that Makato had left. As usual, after abusing me, he would take his leave and visit some "friends" of his, just to have "fun", or so I could make out from his text messages. That evil man..

Takuya.. where are you? My love..

They thought of him as a demon.. but he was nothing more than Takuya. And if he was a demon, I, too, could be a Digimon. I was one..

I slept again. This time, on the wooden floor, bruised and hurt.

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As usual, when I opened my eyes, I was in our field. Takuya's field. My field of flowers – roses with no thorns – hope with no obstacles. He was there, as always, slightly burnt, and with that charred look on his face, he smiled at me, "Hey."

My bruises had all gone, and I smiled at him through my tears. I knew he was Flamon, but for me, he was always Takuya, and in my dreams, he emerged victorious from the flames, after defeating Makato.

But those are just dreams.. or is that part of the Digital World?

We sad down, as usual, in our spot, looking at the three moons, as he whispered his usual words in my ear, as I leaned against him, feeling his warmth, yet never touching him, and I attempted to link my arm with his. And then, a bright light appeared, gleaming with Ophanimon's symbol. He pointed at it, and I nodded, although not really understanding.

I woke up, back in reality.

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At that moment, all the pain I had kept behind erupted together with my emotions. I missed Takuya so much.. I wanted to be there, to feel my wind and his fire merge together, and I didn't want Makato to use me. He already robbed my virginity back then.. what else can he steal from me? He took my love.. Takuya..

Memories of my dreams in the Digital World came back. Takuya, the roses, the whispers.. Ophanimon..

She's the one that tells us that we should leave this world. This can only mean that.. it's time.

As if I had been waiting for this moment all my life, I blindly ran to the bathroom, and opening all the cupboards I could, I filled my stomach with liquids and pills that I knew not the names of. Dizzy and numb, I picked up a razor, and managed to slit half my right wrist before falling in an exhausted heap on the floor.

..Takuya..

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Hope you could enjoy this.. read and review, and as usual, I'll try and upload chap. 2 soon.. See ya~!