Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Digidestined Heero ❯ Celebration to Chaos ( Chapter 3 )

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Digidestined Heero - Chapter 3: Celebration to Chaos

"Strange that Davis had to go home so soon. You talked to him last,
Blake, was there anything wrong with him?" Reliana was watching the
look on her sister's face closely. She knew her sister liked the guys
she could beat at their own game, kind of like herself. Speaking of
which, she hadn't challenged Izzy in a while...

"I don't think he liked losing after trying so hard to win. Nobody
does, really. He'll get over it." Blake didn't sound certain. She felt
bad about Davis, and it really was her fault he wasn't feeling like
himself. What have I done?

* * *

Davis scuffed his feet on the ground, kicking small stones and
generally wandering aimlessly. Why does this hurt so much? I'm used to
losing to TK, but... What is it about Heero that makes this so much
harder to bear?

* * *

It had been almost half an hour since the disaster on the soccer field
and Blake was having a major guilt attack. She couldn't concentrate on
the chatter, the jokes, or the general camaraderie exhibited by the
people surrounding her.

In attempts to draw Blake into the conversations, Reliana tried to
steer the topics to Blake's interests. It seemed her sister was only
paying attention when Davis came into the discussions. It was strange.
Blake had never developed a fixation on a particular `certain someone'
that quickly.

* * *

When Davis stopped to take stock of his surroundings he noticed that
he was across the street from the restaurant where Heero's victory
celebration was being held. He could see everyone pretty clearly
through the glass storefront window, but he doubted they could see
him. He stayed long enough to see Heero give a short answer to her
sister and return to her silence. It seemed odd watching her brood.
She should be happy, trouncing not only the opposing girls' team, but
him and Tai as well. What could be wrong?

* * *

"...Don't you think so, Blake?"

"Hn." Blake's answer was barely audible. She wished her sister would
stop trying to cheer her up, to get her to socialize. It seemed
ludicrous somehow. Reliana's voice and the meaning of her words
slipped through Blake's reverie.

"If you would excuse us, then. Blake seems a bit overwrought from the
challenges of the day. Perhaps, when Blake is feeling up to it, we can
arrange another social gathering." Reliana stood, as did everyone
else. It was indeed late and most of them had school the next day,
(college/university level schooling, but school none the less).

The group said their goodbyes at the entrance of the restaurant before
splitting up into smaller groups for the walk home. No one lived too
far away, and it was a glorious night for such a walk. Ken and TK
joined the group of Reliana, Blake, and Izzy.

Blake was oddly silent on the trip home. Monotones and nonsense
syllables were her response to any question put her way. Her agitation
seemed to grow the closer to the apartment she became. Reliana's
appearance indicated that she picked up on her sister's feeling,
although she didn't know what the cause was.

Setting such thoughts aside, Reliana tried to concentrate on the
company, and on Izzy in particular, but her mind kept straying back to
her sister. Her brooding expression wasn't normal, and her sullen
silence was even more unusual. No one else seemed to have noticed, but
then, none of them really knew her sister. She decided to let it pass.

* * *

Gentlemen as they were, Ken and TK insisted on seeing Reliana and her
little sister to their door, regardless of Izzy's escort.

Outside the apartment door, there was tense silence until Blake
appeared to rouse herself and began bidding her sister's friends
farewell. Reliana had just opened the apartment door when Blake shook
hands with both Ken and TK. Their digivices started beeping.

Silence. In the few seconds when no one could think of anything to say
or do, a loud crash from inside the apartment caught their attention.

Rushing into the living room, Reliana was the only one to catch sight
of a small black basketball shaped creature with cat's ears. Everyone
else saw everything else, however. Wyrvenmon, in apparent pursuit of
something, careened around a corner and lost traction, sliding into
the wall.

The was a collective caught breath as a small green dragon statuette
teetered on the edge of a shelf. Silence prevailed and time seemed to
move with aching slowness A sharp crack was heard as the figurine hit
the floor, and a cloud of dust rose, only to settle, adding another
messy piece to the already chaotic mess of the floor.

"Bo!" The sudden noise interrupted everyone's thoughts and the
basketball-shaped creature, now easily identifiable as a Botamon,
leapt at Blake, knocking her to the ground.

Davis seems to have a hard time calling Blake by her real name.
Perhaps this follows the same reason he can't get TK's name right,
either.