Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Fated ❯ Dream Girl ( Chapter 1 )

Fated: Part One

Dream Girl

"Takato-- wake up!"

No answer. She sighed. Why couldn't that boy listen to his alarm clock for once? She quickly tied on her bandana and stormed up the stairs. He would be late for school if he kept this up! 'And I'll get a late start on baking orders....'

The door was flung open; she hollered: "Now!"

"Wha...?!" CRASH!

What was that? She stared down at her son's mangled body and groaned. "You fell asleep at your desk... right?" she concluded. How many times would he do that? Shaking her head sadly, she exited the room. She feared that she would just make him even later if she stayed. "You'll be late for school if you don't hurry!"

School...? "Gwah!" he cried, shuffling suddenly through his drawers. How could he have done that? Oh man-- if he was late today... that would be tardy number five! 'Gotta hurry, gotta hurry....' Without noticing that his shirt was on backwards, he zoomed into the bathroom. No time to eat, so he might as well comb his mop of hair and brush his teeth.

"Mom?"

"What, honey?"

"Do you have my lunch packed?" he asked through a mouth full of mint flavored toothpaste. Hurry, hurry, hurry!

"Your dad did that before he went to deliver something!" She could not believe that he was her son.... 'Must come from his father's side of the family....'

"'Kay!" Run comb through hair; watch hopelessly as it flops back to where it had been. Good enough.

Takato went back into his room and gathered all that he would need for school that day. You know... the usual. His eyes caught a glimpse of that picture he had been working on... and then he tore down the steps like a bat out of hell.

Snatching his lunch, he called, "Bye, mom! See you later!"

With a light ching from the door's bell, he was gone.

Well... that was fun. And to think... seven more years of school before he could move out.

Ching!

"Welcome! What would you like to buy, sir?"

~*~

School: a place where kids are forced to learn and teachers are forced to do so. Or, at least that's what Takato Matsuki claimed. Of course, there were teachers (and children) who enjoyed school... it was just that he didn't know any.

"You slept in, didn't you?" questioned the 'ever knowing' Kenta. He pushed up his glasses and chortled. "That's-- what-- the twentieth time?"

Kazu sighed. "More like fiftieth!" Both boys went into a laughing spree. "But listen, are you coming to the park today?" It wasn't as though he cared... he just wanted to show off his new cards... and maybe beat them both silly with his new and improved deck. Yeah... not very self-conscious, was he?

Kenta's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah! Count me in... but only for a little bit-- I promised my mom I'd help clean around the house...." He groaned. Imagining that, he groaned again. Well... he maybe late Monday... if even.

"I guess.... I never really asked my parents, though," Takato grumbled, eyesight blurring. What luck.... He was going to fall asleep... he just knew it.... Ms. Isaji would kill him, too....

"Asked your parents about what?"

A faint hint of blush trailed along young Takato's nose. It was her.... "Oh... nothing, Jeri," he mumbled, turning and grinning a little too widely. This... was embarrassing.

Boys were funny.... "Oh, okay." She plopped down into her seat and opened and closed her fingers. Why? Well... she wanted her puppet right then, but... she could wait. "By the way, Takato? Your shirt is on backwards...," she informed him in a whisper. He blushed and tried to fix it; all the while, she just giggled. He was really funny!

With a click of the door, Ms. Isaji entered the room. "Good morning, class." Everyone scuttled to their seats; invisible halos were also hung. "I hope that you are prepared for today's test on...."

~*~

Why? Why had he fallen asleep? He had fought so hard not to, but did it work? No.... If only Ms. Isaji hadn't seen him.... Oh well... staying after school to write an essay about "Why I need sleep" wasn't that bad. He'd just tell his parents that he had been out playing cards with Kenta and Kazu; that should work-- yeah.

Then again... probably not. Kazu and Kenta had been invited to this one kid's place to see some new game. Of course, since it dealt with Digimon, they had accepted. Man! Why did things like this always happen to him? Why couldn't something good happen for once?! He exhaled and drooped forward; his pace slowed. He was almost home.... No use in denying it: his life sucked. Why, if anyone claimed--

Oof!

"Hey! Watch where you're going!"

Stupid! Listen to the nice person! "I... I'm sorry...." He looked up, eyes sincere. This just wasn't his day.... "I'll--" He stopped. It... it couldn't be. It was her.

Time stood still as he stared at this girl. She had a face as hard and as cold as a rock, and yet... and yet her eyes cried out for comfort. Why? What was she hiding-- what was hurting her? And she was... she was the one from his dream!

"What do you want?" she spat. Why was he staring at her?! Especially like that! He didn't even know her! She felt her defenses rise.

Could he say it? Would she laugh? Scowl? Stand there in shock? 'Might as well try,' concluded he. "Y-you're.... the girl from my dream...."

His dream?! "What did you say, boy?"

"I said you are the girl from... my dream." Wasn't the first time understandable? Ooh... she looked like she was going to blow! Should he run away and hide? Sweat formed in little droplets. They slid down his face slowly... trying to drive him mad in the wait. He couldn't take it anymore! 'Run, run, run!' shrieked his brain, but his feet were frozen. He couldn't get away!

He did say that! But... why? Why would someone dream of her? She wasn't special! Like she had claimed earlier, she didn't even know him! And what now? Was he cringing? Hah-- he was afraid! "Sure-- whatever," she sneered, turning away from him. 'Jerk....' She briskly walked away from the confused boy, never once looking back. No one would try to trick her. No one.

"You...," he whispered, ready to slap himself, "you could've at least told me your name...."

~*~

"Honey, how was school?"

He groaned. "Great. Just great...."

Mr. Mastuki laughed. 'Not again,' he thought. "You fell asleep in class, eh?" Two times a week now for poor Takato.... Just like when he was a kid! Well now, at least he could tell that he was his son!

Takato moaned and fell onto his bed. He couldn't tell them what else had happened; they would probably just chuckle and claim him crazy. He knew what he saw, but didn't know what to do. 'Perhaps...,' he started, 'perhaps I'll look for her.... I mean, she had some school's uniform on, so that should help....' Besides-- tomorrow was Saturday. Maybe he'd get lucky.

Maybe.

~*~

"Sir... we've found him!"

An small smile pervaded upon his face. "Excellent.... Bring him to me-- now. The last part to this puzzle must be in my possession...," he muttered, looking out of his window. Soon, with all of them, he would be able to act.

The question was: would it work?

~*~

A/N: Hey there! I would like to thank Flamegaruru for the hint on stoppers! Thanks! ^-^ (And, yes, this will be a Rukato when it's done! ^^) Anyway, I am really busy (I have two reports to do by the eleventh and a painting due in graphic art) and school starts back up again tomorrow! Please forgive me if this is too short or something! I am also trying to get all of my old stories done! God... that'll take a while.... ^-^'' And I have a little question.... Has anyone else noticed that Takato doesn't even blush around Jeri anymore? Ooh! That sort of makes me happy! *looks around* What? Anywho, here's a preview for the next chapter!

Fated: Part Two

You and I

He was persistent-- she would give him that. But why wouldn't he leave her alone? And now... now he knew where she lived! People would see them together! She didn't want that! Right after he had left, she had hissed out to him, "Just leave me alone!"

She stormed into the classroom and glared at every single person in her own seat. Who had told him? Who? She sat, scanned those around her, and snorted lightly. She'd find out. Yes, she would.

"So, Rika...?"

Her head snapped in the direction of the voice. "What?" she growled.

The owner of the voice trembled slightly. When Rika was ticked, she was scary. "I... I just wanted to know who that guy was...."

The whole room quieted. Rika and some guy? No way. She hated everything! Especially guys! Cruel, cold, calm-- that was she.

Rika felt eyes burning large holes right into her. She glared at the girl (Toki... that was her name) and grumbled, "Why would you want to know?"

"B-because he had asked me where you... lived." Toki gulped. She was gonna get it....

Giggles flooded the classroom. Rika could picture it now.... They would start chanting 'Rika's got a boyfriend!' and say that 'hothead' had finally cooled down. Would she let them get that far? No. She sprang up and looked out at all of the girls around her. "Listen," she spat harshly, "to me. If you say anything about this, you will be seeing the nurse for a ticket to the ER. And I don't know if you'll be able to get a ticket out. Understand?"

Everyone nodded. You see, when Rika Nonaka stated that she would do something... she really would do it. No matter what.