The Uncertainty of Revelations - Act two
Confessions must be made
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A disclaimer? I guess I need one ne? o-o;; I don't own these characters. I just love them enough to put them into enough pain and torture where if they were real people they'd sue me or worse. o-o;; Oh yeah.. some more stuff. ^^;; This fic is merely for an entertainment purpose. I won't make any money off of it. It was just fun to write. *-* A couple more things. ^^;; Please do NOT take this fic and use it in any ways.. it's mine, and if you wish to use it, please ask my permission. ^^x And last.. some yaoiness e_e;;;
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It was difficult trying to go on without thinking that anything had happened. Yet something had, and the obvious danger, the risk of life, that Sora had been placed in... It silenced them all for a while.
Taichi sat back from the group, for the longest amount of time, and Jyou reasoned that he must think this was all his fault. Jyou wasn't sure why, of course. I was thinking about other things...
Koushiro. Even he seemed worried, for this was an obvious danger. She was unconscious, pale. Her breathing was soft, and few in number...
Something hung over them all, like a warning... foreboding the death of one of them.
"It can't happen..." Mimi muttered, wringing her hands, knelt by Sora's side. "Please.. You have to wake up... Piyomon won't be able to go on if you don't wake up..."
Not just Piyomon.
If Sora was lost, then it would be like a part of each of them had been snatched away.
"Oh Sora..." Her voice was growing in loudness, and was rising over the others. "You really need to wake up..."
Koushiro sank back against the tree he sat by, his shoulders sagging. He was glad he helped save Yamato, and Sora. But what if it had been his plans that had caused her to be hurt? Yamato hadn't mentioned anything... And he felt guilt weighing upon him.
Jyou sighed, sitting beside Koushiro. He didn't look to the boy, instead ahead, slipping his glasses off to wipe the lenses off. "It's not your fault..."
Koushiro blinked, looking up at Jyou's profile.
"Eh.. It's that obvious?"
Jyou nodded, and Koushiro managed to chuckle. "I'd have never known... But still, I can't help but think that it WAS my fault. Yamato hasn't mentioned a thing..."
Jyou looked down at him, smiling, "Don't think that, Koushiro. It's not your fault..."
Koushiro shrugged, and sagged against the tree. Words wouldn't help him now. Only one thing would...
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And that thing, that he waited for, did come. Sora awoke, and their was joy. Enough that Koushiro had to find something else to submerge his mind in. And the choice that he made...
He turned on his computer, taking comfort in the warm glow of the screen. He was glad the battery was working fine, now. Even though some parts were still barred from his entry, he could do enough on his computer to submerge himself in the place he held most dear...
He sighed, heavy fingers clicking against the keys. Tentomon was asleep, and he was sure that if he wasn't, then he would be up, and questioning him. Questions...
Tentomon asked as many questions as Koushiro did. He wants to know as much about me, as I do about him, and the entire Digiworld...
Koushiro sighed, rubbing one hand across his vision. His eyes were blurring. Burning... Maybe it was the fact that the hour was late... Or maybe it was something else. But he went on, ignoring the aching of his body, the call to climb into darkness...
Loosing himself in questions, exploring, theorizing...
He didn't hear her as she sat beside him. "I always find you like this, don't I...?" And he almost didn't hear her. Yet Koushiro looked up, to meet Mimi's profile. She sighed, then looked down at him.
"Why are you up this time, Koushiro?" She asked, yawning. It was obvious she was tired... most likely more asleep, than awake. Koushiro shrugged, and went back to typing.
"I don't know, Mimi.. Why are you awake, anyways?"
She shook her head, covering her mouth as she yawned. She mumbled a bit, then leaned against him as he continued to type.
He sighed. Yet went on with his work.
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You don't even know that I'm here, do you?
Jyou wanted to speak. Yet he didn't.
I should have just stayed at home. Why did I let mom talk me into coming to summer camp at all?
Yet he knew he wanted to be here... even though he wasn't seen by the one who he wanted to be seen by. That was normal enough...
He leaned back against the tree, Koushiro so close, yet so far away. And listened to the pleasant clicking of keys. His eyes slipped closed, and he was content to rest there. Yet sleep wouldn't take him...
Koushiro was talking to someone.
...Mimi...
Jyou's visage tensed.
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He waited, and waited. God above, he'd never waited this long in his entire life, it seemed. But he couldn't bring himself to move... listening to the sounds of typing, until it faded away. It was then that Jyou new that Koushiro had finally succumbed to sleep.
He sighed, leaning back hard against the tree. It wasn't fair.. but it made no sense, and because of that, was completely stupid.
Why did he feel so jealous about her? She hadn't spoken in so long... Mimi must have stumbled away, back to sleep, along, long time ago.
He didn't check, though.
He was afraid of finding out, and that fear kept him rooted, seated.
"Koushiro..." Sighed Jyou, wrapping arms around his knees, to rest his head against them.
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It was odd. It was obvious that he had fallen asleep, but not to Jyou. He awoke to a high voice calling his name."Jyou-san, Jyou-san, ne Jyou-san, do you want something for breakfast?"
He cracked one eye open, to find Mimi sitting in front of him, a simple, earnest look upon her face. He closed his eye.
"Not really, Mimi..." He replied, quickly.
She sighed, then giggled. "All right, all right..." He heard her stand, and turn to return to the others. "Hmm.. Ne, Jyou-san, could I ask you something? It's been bugging me for a long time, and I... I just can't thinking about it."
He opened his eyes again, and looked up at her. She was facing away, and from the way she stood, her back to him, he could not see the blush that stained her cheeks...
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Why am I doing this! She cried. But she knew, without really having to answer, now didn't she. Jyou was the oldest, maybe he'd understand how she felt. Yes, that was all...
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He sat up, and nodded. "Hai, Mimi... What is it?" He didn't want this.. He didn't want to talk to her. But he really had no choice. Besides turning her away. And he was the eldest, he was supposed to look after them all. right?
She sat beside him, and after that the silence fell.
"Well?" He urged her on.
She sighed. "It's just... Ne, Jyou-san, have you.. ever liked someone?"
He froze, not because of the embarrassment in her voice, but because of something else. As if his dread was being answered.
She took his silence as a negative response. "Oh.. I see, but still..." She covered her cheeks with her hands. "This is really so embaressng, I don't know how to say it..."
Jyou snapped back to reality, and patted her on the shoulder. "Just say it, Mimi. I'm your friend..."
Am I?
"Jyou-san.. I like... It's just... Koushiro..."
He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. He was right about it...
"I really like him, but all he pays attention to is his computer. It's really quite annoying, actuall.y. But he doesn't even let me talk to him about that..." She sounded like her old self, annoyed as usual. "I can't talk to him about it, because I don't want to hurt his feelings." She laughed, bitter almost. "Me, worrying about something like that..."
He gave her shoulder a squeeze, and looked up. "Ne, Mimi, you shouldn't worry about that. If he cares about you, too, then he wouldn't mind you saying that to him..." It hurt, saying these words. But she nodded, and at that moment she stood, and smiled.
"Arigato, Jyou-san!" With that, she turned and moved back to the camp.
Jyou swallowed the lump again, the same lump that would not be defeated. He hung his head, clenching eyes closed, tightly. He couldn't cry, he couldn't. Because it was ironic. It was so very, very ironic. She felt the way he did, but she could actually ask about it. She was almost a kindred spirit. But that made her a rival, an enemy, all the more...
He looked up to the sky, and the clouds that passed by.
