Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Avalanche - White Danger ❯ Reunion and worries ( Chapter 12 )

I doubt that anyone will still read this. But I had problems with accessing Mediaminer...my old PC wouldn't load the page every time I tried, and after a while, I gave up and forgot about it. We have a new PC, however, and I will be able to conclude this story now. Sorry for the inconvience.

Avalanche - White Danger

by Kaeera

Chapter 12: Reunion and worries

Miyako smiled. Her dreams had been nice, and she was feeling content. Now she was waking up, slowly growing more aware of her surroundings. She could feel the bed under her hands, could smell the air, could hear the noises. For next few minutes,the girl just lay there, remembering the details of her dreams. Calling back the memory of what had happened. Yep. The avalanche. How funny.

Miyako had been so frightened, but now she felt safe. It was as if the avalanche, the danger, the cold, was just a nightmare. And as if she was waking up now, knowing that there wasn't any danger.
She opened her eyes and blinked.

White.

Uh.

Not good. Too bright.
She closed her eyes and waited some more seconds. And opened them again.

Okay. White. Bright. Uncomfortable.

She narrowed her eyes and blinked a few times, until she could recognize a few more things. Ah, okay. Ceiling. White ceiling. White with a few dark spots. No. No spots. Dirt. Eek. Disgusting.

After a few minutes, she decided that the ceiling was boring and looked around. Turning her head, she could recognize a chair on her right side. And on her left - a curtain. Curtain? Also white. No. Not really. More a yellow-white. Yellow-white with a few holes. Yep. Exactly. She felt somewhat happy that she had analyzed it so quickly, but some part of her mind told her that she should better wake up fully until she would think more of this confusing rubbish.

White room + White Curtain = Hospital , she stated silently. And grinned. Hospital meant safety. Or? Was she hurt? Hospital meant pain. Hurting. Was she? Hurting? The girl looked down on her body, moved her feet, her hands, and realized relieved that she could move them. Although it was painful.

Miyako leaned back and rubbed her head. Her brain was foggy, she couldn't see clear, and that did annoy her. She wasn't used to thinking such....dizzy thoughts.

It was then when somebody took away the curtain. Miyako stared at the person, trying to bring her mental pictures in order. Her brain was associating a name with this person...what was it? She searched and searched...

"Mr. Motomiya!", she finally spluttered out, and as if these words had been the code, she could think clearer. There was Daisuke's grandfather, smiling at her. Yes. And she was Miyako, who had been on a skiing trip with her friends.

Hawkmon.

Ken. Wormmon.

Hikari. Gatomon.

Daisuke. Veemon

"Hello, Miyako.", the man said in a relieved tone. "I'm glad to see that you are awake. Good timing, I must say, your parents will be here in the next hour."

"My parents?", the girl repeated. Wasn't it a journey of 15 hours to the little ski village in the mountains?? "That fast?"
Daisuke's grandfather chuckled. "Well, you have been sleeping for over 11 hours, young lady."

"11 hours??", Miyako shouted and scratched her head. "Wow. That's a lot."

"But is must have paid of - it seems that you are well rested.", another voice joined the conversation.
Miyako blinked and a smile crossed her face. "Ken! You are okay!"

The boy smiled. "Yes, I am. Although I was a little bit worried about you. I've been awake for four hours now, and I must say, it was pretty boring."

Miyako yawned. "But why am I so tired, when I have slept for eleven hours??", she inquired and frowned. Honestly, she could have closed her eyes again. She felt so exhausted!

"It's because your body has to recover.", Ken informed her. "I feel a little bit tired myself, but I am too worried to sleep."
"Worried? Why that? I am okay, and you are....", she stopped. "Wait, where's Hikari?", the girl panicked. "Did something happen to her? Oh my god..."

"Miyako, calm down.", Mr.Motomiya said in a soothing voice and took her hand. "Hikari is fine, she's just resting, like you did. My wife is with her."

Miyako sighed relieved. "I'm glad to hear that...but why do you worry then?"
Ken smiled sadly. "It's because of Daisuke."

"Davis?", Miyako looked around, "He isn't hurt badly, is he? I mean, he's always so full of life and I just can't imagine him in a hospital bed....", her voice trailed of. Ken stared at her with a sad expression in her eyes, and she knew immediately that something HAD happened to Davis.
No...this can't be. He's a friend...an annoying friend, but a friend. He was always there. It's just not possible!!! I can't believe it...

"What's with him?", she finally croaked out, fearing the answer.

"He's lying in a coma."

* * *

The room was small, very small. But it looked nice. There were some old flowers on a small table, and colorful curtains in front of the window.
Hikari watched everything with a happy smile on her face. It was wonderful! She felt so...alive! It wasn't easy to describe, but she definitely liked the feeling. For the last hours, she had forgotten about all the pleasant things which make our life special. Just being able to sit down and think about something....looking out of the window and watching the blue sky. Such a wonderful blue! Actually, it was more of a grey/blue, because some clouds remained from the storm. But nevertheless - it was a color! A wonderful, beautiful, unique COLOR!

"Hello Kari.", a voice said, and the girl turned around. A smile appeared on her face. "Mrs. Motomiya! How nice to see you!", she laughed. The older woman could only feel relief when she saw the beautiful young girl. For hours she had feared that something bad had happened, and now Hikari was sitting there, smiling like always. She walked nearer to the bed.

"And hello Gatomon.", Mrs. Motomiya greeted the white cat. Gatomon nodded in response, not moving an inch away from Kari.

"I'm so glad that you are okay.", she stated, sitting down on a chair.

"Me, too.", Hikari told her. "It was so terrible in the snow. I mean....I was awake! I felt that I was freezing to death, and I never though that the cold could...hurt that much!", she shuddered.

"But it's over now.", the older woman said in an attempt to calm her down.

"Yeah...", Kari answered absently and hugged Gatomon. "It's over...finally..."
The cat-digimon hugged her partner back.

"You don't know how happy I am, Kari!!", she declared. Hikari laughed. "I know. I feel the same, so stop repeating it."

Gatomon sighed. "It's just that I have been so frightened. I couldn't DO anything. It was like when Wizardmon died. I feared that I would loose another dear friend - and I knew that I wouldn't survive it."

Kari smiled sadly and stroked her catlike partner. "I'm really sorry for worrying like that. Back there, in the avalanche, I was loosing myself. I don't know if it was a dream or not...but I somehow stopped thinking straight. I did want to die, Gatomon. But then I thought of you...and I don't know, I somehow managed it to hold one, until Veemon came."

"That was a strange thing, too.", Gatomon told her. "He digivolved without his partner!"

"How did he manage it?", Hikari wanted to know.

"I don't know. It was like that: We were in this room, waiting for some News about you, and he fell asleep. I was so angry, because I assumed that he wasn't as worried as we others. It was terrible, Kari, all the time we had to spend there! I felt so useless, only being able to wait...and wait...and wait." A tear glittered in the eyes of the cat-digimon when the memories came back. "And then Veemon woke up and told that he had dreamed of Daisuke. He said that he would digivolve, because Daisuke needed him. And he jumped up, ran out and tried it."

Staring into the space, Gatomon continued. "At first, it didn't work. He stayed in his rookie form, and we all were ready to drag him inside, assuming that he had gone crazy. But then....then his expression changed somehow. I can't describe it, but he looked so....determined. And he started glowing...I looked away, and when the light faded, Veemon was gone and X-Veemon was there. He had digivolved! Without his partner! I wanted to digivolve, too, but I couldn't.", she stared at her partner. "Why could he digivolve and I not? Is their link stronger than ours? Is Veemon stronger than me? Or...", her eyes watered. "Or am I just too weak for a proper digimon?"

"Don't talk like that!", Hikari said firmly. "You are the best friend I know, and the best digimon, too. Maybe this dream has something to do with it - or maybe Daisuke himself. I don't know. But you mustn't worry about it, Gatomon. It's over, and we are alive. That counts. It's not your fault, okay?"
The digimon grumbled a bit, and Kari laughed.

Mrs. Motomiya, who had remained silent through the whole conversation, joined the laughter. "It must be great to have such a friend.", she admitted. "I would like to have one of my own...but I guess I am too old for that."

"No, never!", Hikari protested, "I don't think so. Everybody can have a digimon. And you aren't that old; I mean, you were chasing Davis through the whole house, that needs a lot of energy."

"Thanks.", Mrs.Motomiya giggled. "It's the Motomiya Clan - we are all like that!"

"Certainly!"

Hikari snickered, as she compared Daisuke with his grandmother. Really, there were some similarities. The same sparkle in the eyes, the same energetic speeches. Life. Full of life.
Yeah, that was the right description.

"By the way, what's with the others? Are they okay?", Hikari suddenly asked, feeling bad that she had forgotten about them.

"They are okay, my dear, nothing to worry about.", Mrs.Motomiya replied with a slight hesitation. Although she was still smiling, Kari could see that it was a faked smile. "Are you sure?", she asked seriously. "I want to know the truth! Don't keep things just because I am hurt! I want to know if something happened to my friends!!"
The smile disappeared. "I should have known that...", the older woman said sadly. "Well, Ken and Miyako are okay. Some bruises, nothing serious, just the shock and the cold. They share a room on the other side of the corridor. But...", again the woman hesitated.

"Davis?", Kari whispered, eyes growing wide.

"What...?"

"He was hurt seriously, and well....he just doesn't wake up.", Mrs. Motomiya wiped a small tear away. "He's just lying there in the huge hospital bed, and he's so pale and silent...they have tried everything, but he doesn't wake up! It's kind of a coma, they say...", she looked straight into the eyes of the girl, and Kari could see the sadness and helplessness in them. Although she was frightened and worried herself, she managed it to smile weakly: "Don't worry. Daisuke is tough! He won't give up! I know him, he never gives up, and as long as there's some life in him, he will fight and find a way back. I am sure!"

"Yeah. I think you are right...", Mrs. Motomiya sniffed. "It was just...too much...he will certainly be okay, my little Dai-chan...he's strong..."
They both smiled at each other, hiding the fears which were circling around in their heads.

But what if he isn't strong enough?
What if he doesn't fight?

What if he does never wake up???

* * *

"Jun?"

"Mhmmm...", the girl replied, head resting on the window. "Mdon't wanna go to school...", she mumbled, not really awake. Her father sighed. "We are there, Jun."

"Wha...OH!", Jun jerked up and looked out of the window. Snow. For a short moment, she didn't know where she was. Then the memories came back, filling her mind and causing her to worry.

Daisuke. Avalanche. Hospital.

"I'm awake!", she said quickly, and opened the door of the car. A cold breeze ruffled her hair, and she shuddered. Turning around, the girl could see the cars of the other families. They all gathered and went into the hospital.

Jun groaned when she smelled the special-hospital-flavor. Medicine and Illness, somewhat depressing. She had always hated hospitals, and luckily had never been forced to use them. Motomiya's usually had a good health.

"Sorry, may I ask where I can find our son - Daisuke Motomiya?", he father asked someone of the staff. "You mean the avalanche victims?", the other man replied, looking at all the people in the entrance hall. Jun's father just nodded.

"And they?", the man pointed towards the others.

"We want to see our daughter - Hikari Kamiya.", Mr.Kamiya answered putting an arm around his wife. Tai remained silent, sending dark glares into the direction of the man.

"And Miyako Inoue.", Miyako's mother added.

"And Ken Ichijouji.", Ken's father closed the list.

"I see.", was the simple answer. "Please wait a second, I will search for the doctor."

He left the four worried families. They glanced at each other, sensing the nervousness and worry of the others.
Jun couldn't stand still. She walked a little bit, moved her hands in an attempt of distracting herself. But it had no use. Over and over she replayed her last words to her brother, how harsh she had sounded....sure, Davis was an annoying little brat, but he had his good sides, too. Although he did never show them at home...

And the girl did really care for her brother. Just because they weren't good friends, it didn't mean that they hated each other. Sometimes, they shared good times together, brother and sister united. Well, most of the time they were fighting over the remote, but really....who didn't?
Many people assumed that the girl with the spiky hair did just care about herself. Selfish. Show-off. A girl who stalks after the boys all the time, and has nothing in her brain. But that wasn't true. Jun was smart. She just couldn't express her feelings. Like her brother. Like her mother. And her father.
They were all hiding behind a invisible wall. Who did know the real Jun Motomiya? Nobody.

And who did know the real Daisuke Motomiya?

Nobody...

* * *

Nobody will miss me. Or? I mean....I'm really nothing special. I am not as smart as Yolei or Ken. I am not as kind as TK. I am not as sensitive as Kari. And I am definitely not as responsible as Cody. Why have I been leader of the digidestined, anyway?

It would be really better if I would just STAY. Just die, disappear forever. That I wouldn't have to feel the pain anymore. And the loneliness.

No more crying at night.
No more faked smiles.
No insults of other people.
No broken heart.

But....some things are great. I don't want to miss them! They just belong to life, and I was happy as long I could do them.

Eating ice-cream in the summer. Smelling it on your tongue, feeling the sun on your face, just walking down the streets and having NO homework, NO school, NO problems.

Playing soccer at the park. Kicking the ball as hard as you can, running faster than all the others. Exhausting yourself, so that you nearly break down. Winning the game. Felling the spirit, the team-spirit of the game.
And then...coming home, taking a hot shower, sitting down in the room and talking with Veemon.

Veemon....walking with DemiVeemon on my head, while he's eating sweets.

Biking in the rain. Feeling the water in your face, making you to enjoy life. It's cold, but it's...special. Making you wake, more aware of your surroundings.

Listening to music.

Hearing the school bell and knowing: HOLIDAYS!!! NO SCHOOL!

Cooking. You cook in the kitchen, and the result is actually eatable!!! And your Family praises you, so that you start beaming!

Managing a difficult task. Working hard, and then...you have reached your goal, and you feel so GREAT, it's incredible...

Things I don't want to miss. Although my friends probably won't miss me, I will miss THEM. Because I love them all.

Staying?

Or leaving?

By the way, how COULD I leave??

* * *

"Ken?"

"Yes?"

"May I ask you something?"

"You just did."

Miyako pulled face. "You know what I mean."

"Sorry.", the boy laughed. "I was just kidding. Of course you can ask!"

"Then...", she said slowly, searching for the right words, "When you were buried under this avalanche - how was it?"

Ken remained silent for some seconds. "It was....scary.", he admitted finally, his face darkening with the memory. "I expected that I would die...I didn't want it, but it was so cold, and everything hurt....I kinda gave up. And I felt so sad because of my parents, who would loose another son. Every minute which passed was incredible painful. And always the thought in my head: 'I will die. I will never live. I will never go...'", he hesitated.

Miyako wanted to ask where he wanted to go, but she sensed that the boy wasn't ready yet.

"Then...", Ken continued, his voice very soft. "Then I thought of all my friends. And of all the things I wanted to do. And suddenly I didn't want to give up. I wanted to survive! I started telling me 'I will survive', all the time! Although I became weaker and sleepier...well, and it worked! I am alive now!", he smiled.

Miyako smiled, too. "Yeah, and I am very happy about this.", she told him. "With me it was different. I just wanted to go to sleep. I wanted to close my eyes and flee. But now I know that I would have died if I had done that!", the girl closed her eyes. "And I still feel frightened because I have been so NEAR to death! I mean....it never came into my head that I could probably die at such a young age. And now I had to face death. I never want to experience it again!" She opened her eyes and stared at Ken. "For the first time I realised how precious life is. How wonderful every single second we spend on this planet is. Being able to walk, to sing, to listen, to see...gifts we're born with, but we don't see how special they are. There are so many pleasant things...I didn't want to loose them. So I started fighting, too...until X-Veemon came."

"I guess we can consider us as lucky.", Ken added sadly. "Well, at least we two. It doesn't look that good for Daisuke..."
Miyako watched the boy and noticed the worried expression. 'of course', she thought. 'Davis is his best friend. It must be even more terrible for him than for me. Davis was never that close to me...'

"Ah, Ken, you don't need to worry.", she laughed. "You know Davis - he's as thickheaded as a bull and does never give up. If anyone can manage this, then he. I mean, come on, he's a lot of stronger than the rest of us! I know that he can do it! You just must have faith in him!"

"Yeah.", Ken replied absently, a small grin appearing on his face. "Thanks, Miyako!"

"Huh?", Miyako was confused. "Why 'thanks'?"

"Because you are always cheering me up. I appreciate this."

"Oh.", the girl waved it off. "It's nothing. Just my personal, carefree attitude. I've got enough of it.", she snickered.

"By the way...", she pointed at Ken. "What did you want to say before, with your: 'I wanted to go...'?? Huh?", she questioned curiously.

Ken blushed. "This...ehm, well, I was just babbling..."

Miyako squealed. "Ken, you are blushing! Come on, you have to tell me! Famous Ken does never babble, so say it!"

"It's nothing, Miyako, really...", he tried to distract her from the embarrassing topic, but Miyako was as thick-headed as Daisuke. "It wasn't nothing.", she insisted, crossing her arms. "I want to hear the truth!"

Ken sighed, realising that he really _hadn't_ another chance. "I was going to say that I will never go out...", he mumbled. "Go out with you."
There was an awkward silence in the room, and the boy looked down on the blankets, cursing himself. Why had he done it? Now he had destroyed everything....

"Really?", came the soft question. Ken nodded.

"I'd love to!", Miyako smiled, when the blue-haired boy finally looked up. "You....what? Really?", he gaped. "Going out with me?"

"Of course!", the girl giggled.

"Going out...on a date???", Ken couldn't believe it.

"Yes."

Suddenly everything felt warm, and he smiled. "Cool!"

* * *

Jun stared down on her brother and felt the sudden urge to cry. The pale face of the boy didn't resemble the energetic Daisuke she was used to. So small and fragile, in the white hospital bed. Just the soft beeping of a heart monitor. Everything was unfriendly and cold. White walls, nurses with grumpy faces and the typical smell of hospitals in the air. The girl felt lost in this world. She didn't belong here. This wasn't reality! It was something which happened to other families, or in soap-operas, but not in HER life. Reality, that meant running down the streets, quarreling with your family, fighting with the teacher, flirting with boys! But not....waiting in a hospital, watching your brother, just....hoping!

She felt something hot in her eyes, but she didn't permit herself to cry. She had to be strong! She couldn't cry in front of her parents. They had enough problems. And what would Davis think of this

No, she needed to be strong. For her parents. For Daisuke. And for herself.

* * *

"KARI!!", Tai shouted when the Kamiyas entered the room. He rushed towards the bed, followed by his parents.

"My god, Kari! Are you okay??", his mother asked worriedly.

Hikari, with Gatomon by her side, smiled. "I'm okay, Mum. Sorry for worrying you!"
Tai breathed a deep sigh of relief and patted his sister on the shoulder. "Man, Kari! You can never be left alone, can you? I mean...you go skiing and get overrolled by an avalanche! Did you know how WORRIED I was? I mean, I was sitting at home, doing my homework, brooding, and suddenly came this phone call telling us what had happened. The whole family jumped into the car immediately! We practically flew here, as fast as Dad was driving!!"

His father looked insulted. "I wasn't that fast.", he pouted.

"And you are really okay?", Mrs.Kamiya asked again, ignoring the ramblings of the two men.

"Yes, Mom.", Hikari laughed. "It was kinda scary, and VERY cold, but I feel okay now. I was a little bit bored, though, but I can live with that."
Her mother laughed, tears in her eyes. "Girl, you will never go skiing again, understood? The last twelve hours have been the most horrible in my life!"

The girl hugged her mother. "I don't think that I will go skiing again.", she told her. "Although it's a great sport."

In another room, two other families celebrated the rescue of their children. Ken couldn't breathe because his mother was hugging him so hard, and Miyako was surrounded by her siblings and her parents, all chattering wildly. The two kids didn't mind it, though, and they were both smiling. For them, it was over. They would leave the next days and return home.

However, for a certain brown-haired boy the torture hadn't stopped yet. And his family was still worrying...

To be continued...