Sorry I'm late, had to work.
Here's the story.
Sonya opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. She had just had another dream. The young blond boy that she had seen, she saw him in the hospital with deeps wounds and other serious injuries.
She knew they were serious, she'd felt them. She hadn't known what internal bleeding really felt like until then.
She was just glad that it as older.
Something disturbed her though. The boy she saw in the hospital was the same boy she saw in the white void.
The same boy….
Sonya looked down and pulled her knees to her chest in thought.
This couldn't be coincidence.
"Sonya! Honey are you awake?" called her mother from the kitchen.
"Yes mama!" Sonya called back.
"Come on down, breakfast is ready!" shouted her mother.
Sonya swung her legs over the edge of the bed gently and softly touched the ground.
She still felt after effects of the pain in her dream, so she felt a little sore in her ribs and hips.
Gingerly, she walked through the hallway and down the stairs into the kitchen.
Sonya's mother looked up at her from a small book.
"Good morning honey. Did you sleep well?" she asked.
"I feel kind of sore." admitted Sonya, rubbing her tender ribs.
"But why sweetie?" asked the mother.
Sonya shook her head.
"Nothing really, just a weird dream I had. I still feel some of the pain from it." said Sonya.
"Oh I'm sorry honey." said Sonya's mother with a small smile.
Sonya sat down at the table and stared down at her plate.
She wasn't very hungry, and she still felt uneasy about her dream.
Sonya tried to eat as much as she could, but ended up eating only half of her food. She picked up her plate and went outside. Sitting on the steps of the front door, Sonya stared out at the hills.
She thought about Takeru, about the dreams, and about everything that was happening to her.
A small border collie trotted up to her and licked her hand. Sonya looked down and smiled at the dog.
"Hi Boots. Here, you can have it." She said, offering Boots the plate. Boots ate the leftovers daintily.
Sonya smiled as the miniature collie licked the plate clean. She scratched him behind the ears and hugged him.
"You're a good dog." She said quietly. Boots looked up at her and tilted his head to the side.
Sonya laughed out loud and scratched his sides and back.
Boots barked and whined playfully.
"Sonya, what are you doing?" called her mother.
Sonya looked up from the dog and blinked.
"Sorry mama, I'm coming." She called back and stood up, plate in hand.
"See you later Boots." She said and entered the house. The dog yawned and trotted under the porch to the cooler temperature.
"Were you playing with Boots again?" asked Sonya's mother when she entered.
"Yes." answered Sonya.
"Did you give him your food again?" asked her mother, looking over her glasses at Sonya.
Sonya hesitated for a moment.
"Y-Yes." She got out.
Her mother shook her head and walked over to her.
"Sweetie, what's the matter? You've hardly eaten anything for days! I'm worried about you." She said, taking Sonya's shoulders.
"It's nothing, honest mom." said Sonya, looking at her mother with doe eyes.
"It's just, you've gotten so thin, and your so distant from you father and I." said the mother.
"It's alright mother. There's nothing wrong. I'm just thinking a lot is all." explained Sonya, putting her hands on her mother's shoulders.
They looked at each other for a while, hands on each others shoulders.
Right at that moment, they both heard a loud yell from outside and they jerked their heads toward the door.
"Oi, I oughta skin ya alive ya mangy cur!" shouted the voice, then the door opened; revealing a tall, burly man with raven hair and dark green eyes.
"Sonya, you take care of the mutt right now before I shoot it!" He shouted. Sonya yelped and an ran out the door to see the damage.
"Oh, dear why must you be like that to Boots?" asked Sonya's mother.
"Mairéad, I do not want that dog around the house! I'm always tripping over him or finding something dead on the porch because of him! He barks and howls all night long and scares the other farm animals!" shouted the man.
Mairéad took her husbands hands and rocked them back and forth.
"Please Patrick. Think of Sonya. She loves that dog more than anything. He's her only friend." She said gently.
"What about you? Don't you two spend your time with her?" questioned Patrick with a raised eyebrow.
"She's seventeen for Heaven's sake! She needs friends! She needs to get out and not be cooped up in this place! The only friend that she's ever had was that dog and nothing else!" she argued.
"If Sonya wasn't so God damned solitary, she'd have friends and we wouldn't be having this discussion!" he fought back.
"Don't you dare blame Sonya for the way she acts! It's not her fault she's shy! You never spent any time with her and you scare her every time you come home, with your yelling about the dog or chores not being done." hissed Mairéad.
Patrick glared at his wife, searching for words to fight her with. There were none.
He sighed and raked his hand through his thick black hair.
"I suppose you're right." He sighed.
His wife put her hands on her hips.
"Now, that's more like it. What will you do now?" she asked expectantly.
Patrick groaned and looked over at the door.
He walked to the door and opened it.
Sonya sat outside, slowly petting Boots on the head and over the back.
She had a sad look on her face.
Sonya jumped and looked behind her in surprise when she heard the door open. Her eyes widened at the sight of her father in the doorway and she jumped up.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry, sir! I'll take care of the dog." She said hurriedly and tried to get Boots to stand.
Patrick raised his hand, telling her to calm down.
"Sit down." He said. Sonya sat; knees together, hands clasped together and set in her lap.
Her father sat next to her and ran his hand through his hair again.
"Sonya, I'm sorry for yelling at you like that. I'm just having a bad day is all." He said, looking at the fields rather than at his nervous and fidgeting daughter.
She was silent. She thought never to speak to him at any costs unless it was to receive orders.
Patrick looked over and grunted.
"Dammit, stop fidgeting! You're giving me a headache! I wanted to say I'm sorry for treating you the way I have, but I still don't want that dog near the house when I'm home. Understand?" said Patrick in a stern voice.
Sonya stiffened and nodded. He nodded back and stood, entering the house.
Sonya relaxed and breathed out in relief. She looked down at Boots, whose head was cocked to the side and staring up at her face.
I'm sorry Boots, You've got to go somewhere else while papa's home, understand?" she said gently. The dog whined and ducked his head, nudging against her leg.
"I'm sorry! But I can't let you stay here with dad, He might follow through and hurt you and I don't want that. Go off now, Bootsie. Kay?" She said, nudging him off of her. Boots whined again, but obeyed and trotted half-heartedly away from the house.
Sonya sighed and stood up.
She always had a certain pang in her heart when she had to turn down an animal like that. It made her so upset. She loved her father, but she felt that he was just too harsh sometimes.
Sonya turned and walked into the house and shut the door behind her. She looked up into the living room and saw her dad on the couch, reading a newspaper and her mother on the rocking chair knitting. She smiled at the sight, but it was a bitter/sweet smile.
Sometimes, she wished that her father would be more reasonable and not be so proud. He couldn't stand losing a fight, and he couldn't make himself softer to others.
She shook her head and went up the stairs to her room.
Sitting at her desk, Sonya rested her head in her hands, thinking.
She sat there for a while, contemplating the events that have been taking place. She still hadn't figured out anything about the digital world, or why she was pulled there.
She still couldn't understand the main purpose of the 'digivice', she never figured out much about the other 'digidestined' that Electmon had talked about.
Right then she opened her eyes.
'What about Takeru? Maybe he can tell me something.' She thought. She pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper and began to write.
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One Week Later
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(T.K's POV)
'Okay, I'm bored now.' I thought to myself.
Being stuck in a chalk-white room that smelled of sterilized medical items and medicines while harboring broken bones wasn't really fun. The broken bones part was probably the worst, limited mobility really sucks.
The nurse had given me my daily drugging about an hour earlier, so I didn't expect to see her for a while….Nor did I expect to see any of my friends due to the inevitable fact that I 'desperately needed rest and time to recover'.
Yeah, Bullshit. I may have a broken hip, but I can sit, stand, and walk just fine. I'd tried when the nurses were gone because my legs always went stiff.
I've been in this damn hospital for a week now. I can't friggin' wait to be released. 'Shouldn't they have let me go earlier?'
I also noticed that they had unhooked me from the IV and I was no longer wired to the monitors.
'Huh….Wonder why?'
Right at that moment, I heard the door open and saw a figure rush through, closing the door quickly behind them.
I propped myself on my elbow to see who it was.
Kair had snuck into the room and was crouching under the glass window of the door.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow.
She looked over.
"I should be asking you the same thing. Shouldn't have already been released?" she asked me.
I shrugged and blinked at her.
She peered through the glass, then seemed to have found it safe enough to stand and walk to the bed. She leaned on the side of the bed.
"Are you ever going to get better?" she asked playfully.
I chuckled.
"I guess not, with the way that they're holding me. It's only a few broken bones, they can heal. I don't need to stay here." I said, smiling at her.
She rolled her eyes and smiled herself.
"Hey, curiosity….how long does it take to send a letter through priority?" she asked.
"I dunno. Depends on where it's being sent from and where it's going." I answered.
"Say… Donegal, Ireland to here?" she raised an eyebrow.
I thought for a minute. Kari was good at her math; I didn't know why she was asking.
"About two days to a week, why?" I responded.
"Okay…'Nother question. Who's Sonya?" she asked innocently, pulling out a letter from her back pocket.
I blinked at the letter.
"Where'd you get that?" I asked, taking it from her.
"I went to check your mail for you and found it." She said, looking at the letter and crossing her arms. I saw the gesture from the corner of my eye, which generally means that someone was going to get their ass kicked, in this case mine.
I looked at her, but her expression was one of curiosity rather than anger. She was looking at the letter. I opened the seal and pulled out the letter. The writing was in a language I hadn't recognized. It wasn't Japanese, it wasn't English…. That's when I realized that another piece of paper fell out of the larger one. I picked it up. It seemed to be a letter code. Looking at both of the papers, I found out that the smaller paper had letters in translation to English. I was able to read that much.
"What is it?" asked Kari.
"I don't know, but I think I'm gonna have to do some decoding." I answered her.
Kari's head jerked to the door in alarm. She stood in defense and looked around the room and ran behind the curtains of the window.
I looked at her curiously, then the nurse came in with a tray of food. I hid the letter from view. Kari must've heard her coming. I said thank you and she left once more. Kari peered out from the curtains.
"She's gone." I said, pushing the food aside.
She sighed and came out.
"I better get going before they come back. Don't wanna get in trouble do we?" she said and flashed me a smile before leaving. I leaned forward and rested my arm on my knee. I smiled at the place where Kari was, finding myself unable to think of anything else.
'Yep. I got it bad.' I admitted. Then I remembered the letter from Sonya. I pulled it from under the covers where I hid it and began to decipher it. It was a long letter, but I didn't have anything better to do, right?
Another hour passed since then, and I had read through the letter.
'Damn that girl loves to write.' I thought; putting my head back on the pillow and feeling my strained neck muscles relax.
It didn't look like a lot, but it took forever to figure it out.
The letter had intrigued me though. She had never heard of the Digital world or the digidestined, and she didn't know anything about the digivice and its link to the digimon. Did that mean that she had never met her partner, even through all these years of owning the device?
I looked down at the now decoded letter.
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Dear Takeru,
Before I begin, there is another sheet of paper with the translation to this. I'm using Irish Gaelic so we can speak without others reading this. I don't want anyone else to read this.
The last time I talked to you, It was the first time that I had really talked to anyone other than my parents. I don't talk anyone with very few exceptions of school and chores, and I never made any friends because of it. When I talked to you for the first time, it felt like a door had opened in front of me. I've been locked in myself for the longest time. I want to say that I am very grateful to you for speaking with me. It may seem like the smallest and most unimportant thing, you have no idea what it means to me.
I was hoping that I could speak with you again, but on a topic that I'm very hazy on. I understand that you know much, much more about the Digital World and the digimon than I, and I'd like to know if you could answer any questions that I may have. I'm sorry if I offend you for asking for this favor, or if I bore or annoy you. I don't want to impose, but I have to know. You're the only one that I can ask. Takeru, can you tell me anything about the Digital World? Where is it? How was it created? Is it real, or imaginary, created by some other force?Upon my first visit, I met a creature that called himself Electmon. He was very gracious, but it was rather unnerving to see a giant rabbit stand and speak. He told me that there were other worlds other than ours, and that there were other people that had some sort of link to the Digital World. He also spoke of a 'Digivice'. He told me that it was a device given to 'chosen children' called 'digidestined'. Are there other children that have a digivice? How many are there? Is this digivice some sort of key to the Digital World? What is the Digivice really for? I have many unanswered questions, and I hope that you be able to answer at least a few of them.
Once again, I apologize for any inconvenience that I may have caused in asking these questions, and I hope you will write back to me. I feel as though I can trust you, that's why you're the only one I want to read this letter. Thank you very much.
Sincerely,
Sonya Ross
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She was almost as curious of things as Izzy and Cody.
Either way, she had no clue of anything in reference to the Digital World. She needed to, as soon as I found a paper and pen I'd write back. Until then, I'm confined to this ridiculously small hospital bed….
Matt and the Doctor cam through the door. Matt was smiling with joy. I quirked an eyebrow.
"What's up doc?" I asked humorously.
He chuckled slightly.
"Well Takeru, I think you're well enough to go home now. Your brother has already signed you release form." Said the doctor.
"Yes!" I shouted, throwing my arms in the air in joy, and then jerked them back as I felt a crack in my broken arm.
"You're gonna have to take it easy, but I think you'll manage." He added.
"So I can leave now?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Right now?"
He nodded again.
"Great! Where are my clothes?" I asked.
Matt walked over and set them on the bed.
"Get dressed, I wanna get home, and I'm sure you do too." He said and walked out with the doctor.
I was grinning as I pulled myself out of the bed.
I figured they'd set me loose soon enough.
I gingerly pulled on my jeans, which I noticed had only on leg so to accommodate my other casted led.
It took a little bit, my ribs and arm hurt pretty bad. There was a knock on the door.
"Are you finished?" asked Matt.
"Yeah, how do I walk?" I called back, getting up and supporting myself on the IV stand.
I picked up the letter and tucked it in my jacket pocket.
Matt came through with a wheel chair.
"Oh Hell no. I refuse to reduce myself to a wheelchair." I said, not moving from where I stood.
"Come on T.K. It'd be too hard on you if you used crutches right away." He said.
"So? Give me a challenge." I said stubbornly. He shook his head, but I saw the smile.
He walked out for a moment, then returned with a pair of crutches.
I took them and left the room with him.
The nurses protested my early use of the crutches. Awe well. It's not that tough. They only cart you out to your cart with the chair anyway, so I don't really see the big deal. I understood the trouble of getting use to the metal rods, though. I forgot that couldn't walk normally a couple of times and stumbled a little, but I got down pretty soon. Matt and I walked to his car, which he acted as though I was his first date to the prom…Meaning he opened the door, tried to buckle the seatbelt, close the door, and some other randomly weird things.
"I'm not a veggie, Matt. You don't have to fuss over me like that." I said. He turned to back the car out of the parking lot.
"I know, but you're my little brother. I just wanna make sure you get along okay." He said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes at him.
I was glad to be out of there. The sterile cleaners were starting to kill my sense of smell.
"I told everyone else that you're out. You're gonna stay with me until we have the housing deal over with." said Matt as we drove down the highway.
"How? I already told that guy that I didn't want to talk." I said, crossing my arms.
"Yeah, well I guess he's gonna go see Kari about it. Something to do with actually being there. He needs all the info for court, and she serves as a witness." said Matt.
"Wait, he's going to see Kari?" I asked.
"Yeah. He was supposed to last Wednesday, but she was out and couldn't see him. He's going again tomorrow." Matt responded, checking the lanes.
"Matt, do you realize how bad of an idea that is?" I questioned.
He sighed.
"I know you don't like the guy, T.K, but he's your lawyer. He's going to be the one who will help determine whether you stay with me or go to a group home."
"I know, but that's not it. You know that Mr. Kasai is a total sleeze and a flirt! One look at Kari and he'll after her like a mosquito to a marathon runner in Alturas." I argued.
"Alturas, Florida?" he looked at me.
"No, the one in California." I said.
"They have one, too?"
"Yeah, not a lot of people know about it, though. Pretty remote." I said, letting myself get sidetracked slightly.
"But you get my point." I added.
Matt laughed out loud and shook his head.
"Whatever you say." He said, playing along.
I narrowed my eyes at him. He didn't understand, he didn't believe me. I knew Mr. Kasai; I only hoped that Kari was able to handle him on her own. I knew that Matt wouldn't let me stay with her, but I could tell her ahead of time.
Sorry, I'll be gone until Tuessday and I still need to work on the next chapter. Might take a little bit.
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