Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Harsh Memories ❯ Miyako intervenes whilst Takeru dreams ( Chapter 17 )

Takeru's eyes fluttered open as he registered a small pain in his back. He sat upright slowly, groaning in discomfort as he moved. He realized why his back hurt as he looked down. He must have fallen asleep sometime during his visit to Miyako's apartment. He was still sitting on their couch as he took in his surroundings. Within moments his thoughts turned to Iori and how his Koi must be handling what happened. Takeru began to move from the couch, until a purple blob suddenly lunged out and forced him back into a prone position.

Miyako sighed gently as she forced her friend to lie down. She hated seeing anyone hurt, but it this was especially harsh, since the people who were hurt happened to be her best friends. Miyako gently began kneading Takeru's blond hair as she tried to sooth the younger child (In the Japanese version {and I think in the American dub as well} Miyako and Ken where a year older then Takeru, Daisuke and Hikari.) Miyako began to search her living room, trying to find something to make Takeru more comfortable. Finally she sighted a small pillow lying on the floor half hidden by the skirt of her couch.

After ensuring that Takeru would be all right, Miyako quietly left her apartment and traveled a few doors down the hall. She came to the Hida's doorway, and steeling herself against what she would find inside, knocked softly on the door. It took only a few moments for the door to be opened by the frazzled Hida Tsuneko (see the last chapter for why she is called this.) Miyako bowed deeply as Tsuneko opened the door further, allowing the girl entrance. She smiled as Miyako walked purposely forward, remembering a similar time when Iori was only five. Miyako headed quickly towards Iori's room.

Iori's head snapped upwards as he heard the knock fill his room. He groaned loudly as he attempted to roll himself over. This however turned out impossible, as Upamon had somehow managed to wedge himself between Iori and the wall that ran along side his bed. As Iori struggled to remove his Digimon from its death grip on his waist, Miyako managed to sneak up on the unsuspecting small boy. Suddenly Iori found himself hefted gently into the air, and turned into a tight embrace. He was able to easily identify the person holding him however. "Miyako-kun... what are you doing here? Didn't O-Kaa-san tell you I was asleep?"

"How did you know it was me Iori-kun? " Miyako asked while softly replacing the boy onto his bed.

Iori turned his green eyes towards the girl and after studying her for a few minutes finally

spoke. "I don't know about you, but I only know of one human being with purple hair," Iori couldn't help the laughter that sounded behind his voice. For some strange reason, Miyako had always been able to cheer the younger child immensely.

However, even Miyako's presence couldn't completely obliterate the sudden feelings of pain that Iori had been experiencing. This pain seemed far worse then the physical pain that had followed Iori's accident, because with this pain he couldn't just take a pill to calm himself, or to relieve the worst of the feelings. This pain dwelt within Iori's very heart and soul and seemed to be devouring him from the inside out. In the past day Iori had refused to eat anything, finding that he could barely gather the strength to move around, let alone to actually go through the process of eating a meal. Iori suddenly felt the familiar sinking feeling in his chest, as the realization that his O-Jii-chan had really passed away once again rammed into his mind. No matter how hard Iori tried, he just couldn't seem to ignore that nagging voice in the back of his head that told him he would never see his O-Jii-san again, and that his O-Jii-san had probably died because of the trauma put on by Iori's injuries.

Iori turned away from Miyako as he began to burrow himself deeper into the fluffy comforter that his O-Kaa-san had placed on his bed. He didn't want to have to see Miyako at the moment. In fact Iori didn't really feel like seeing anyone... except for maybe Takeru. Iori's mind began to wander once again to his new koibito. Over the last two days Iori's mind had either been reminding him about the pain he would have to live with from now on... the separation and feelings of abandonment that he had only recently thought that he had surpassed, or reminding him of the fact that his beloved lived only one floor below him, yet he could not be with him at all times.

If Iori had been telepathic he may have been able to sense that a young blond man only a few feet away was mirroring these very thoughts. Takeru sighed as he once again thought about the pain that Iori must have been going through. He knew that the loss of Iori's O-Jii-san would end up traumatizing the small child. He also knew that Iori had only recently gotten over the death of his O-Tou-san. < That had taken a lot of wheedling to get out of Miyako. Even if she does like to chat... she doesn't give up secrets easily. Even then, she only relinquished when she found out we were a couple. > Takeru shifted his weight quietly, still unsure where Miyako had gone to. He began to walk quickly out the door of the Inoue apartment and began to make his way down the hall.

Like Miyako, Takeru froze at the Hida's apartment door. It took Takeru a few moments longer then Miyako had taken, to gather his courage and knock on the door. For the second time in as many hours, Tsuneko opened the door to her apartment only to find one of Iori's friends awaiting her. This time, however Takeru did not wait for her to recognize him, and merely rushed forwards towards Iori's room. Tsuneko smiled as she recognized the boy from earlier that morning.

Iori moved his head slightly as he heard the door opening and closing. He thought that Miyako had left his room, but he was pleasantly surprised when he was gently pushed over to the corner of his bed, only to be joined by a familiar blond haired male. Iori immediately snuggled deeply into Takeru's waiting arms as he sought out the cure he had been hoping would come. Takeru merely smiled softly as the younger child hugged him deeply. After ensuring Iori was safely ensconced in Takeru's arms, Miyako waved a fond farewell to the two boys. As she passed Tsuneko's waiting form she plastered a smile on her face and told Iori's O-Kaa-san that everything was fine. Miyako hated lying, especially when it was about Iori.

---------(Several hours {and a good nap} later)---------

Iori awoke to the comfortable feeling of being surrounded by someone he loved. He smiled as he snuggled his face into Takeru's blond hair. This however caused the older boy to stir and eventually to awake. Takeru rubbed his eyes slowly, trying to take in his surroundings before deciding whether to move or not. Finally he looked into Iori's eyes and managed to break into a soft smile. " Konbon-wa Koibito-kun, " Takeru mumbled softly as he managed to burry his head into Iori's chest. Iori giggled softly at the tickling sensation that attacked his chest.

Iori sighed as he finally *climbed* down from his perch above Takeru's head. He allowed Takeru to scoop him into a loving embrace as Iori felt his worries once again begin to meld into a calming silence. These were the times that the younger boy enjoyed the most. When he could relax within Takeru's, or for that matter Miyako's, arms and allow his worries to slowly melt away. This was the only time he truly felt at peace within himself. Usually his mind would be constantly working. Recently it had gotten even worse as he not only tried to remember anything he could about the recent accident, but also tried to keep his mind off of his O-Jii-san's death.

Takeru felt the sigh that Iori let go. He could actually feel his love's body relax as he began to slowly stroke Iori's arms. All he wanted at this moment was to try and take Iori's mind off of the last few days' events. As the two boys snuggled into their embrace they failed to hear the door creak open and they failed to see Tsuneko walk calmly into the room.

Well, Guess who will soon get to react to the two boys' relationship. By the way if you are wondering where I got the name... It's my Nihon Sensei's name (first). Anyways their isn't much to report today so that's it for me. Remember to continue to read " A Red Heads Wish" . We finally got Energy up over 100 reviews this week. ^_^

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