Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Orb ❯ 1-Girl ( Chapter 1 )

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Yuuta tried to breath, but he couldn't.
He flapped his arms around, trying to swim out to the surface, but the grip of the hands, nearly choking his neck, was too strong for him. He tried to scream as a small stream of bubble came bursting out of his nose, now terribly red. As the strength fell out of his body, the sight began to fade away. His arms went slow and muscles of his legs were so numb that he couldn't even feel them. Slowly, things started to pass by in his head. Family, school colleagues, old dog-
This is it, he thought. I'm going to die, never knowing how nor where I did. Then he closed his eyes, imaging the happy moments of his life. Underwater never seemed so peaceful to him. Why was he smiling? Why did death seem so-relaxing? He didn't care. Death is just an another obstacle in life, his uncle used to say. That seemed more than correct. He would just fall into a deep sleep and-
Suddenly, the grip of the hands went loose.
He opened up his eyes. With all his might, he pulled his soaked head out of the water and breathed like he hadn't before. Oh, how he drank into the cool, fresh water-now he was promising himself nevermore to go underwater again. Yuuta couldn't wipe off the grin on his face even if he wanted to. World couldn't be more beautiful to him that moment. Just until-
Giggling?
It was an a girl's laughter, making an absolute sport of Yuuta. He turned back and saw a girl of age in estimate around 14, her cloths soaked in water. His face blushed red, his mouth opened. Yuuta would have looked stupid enough being like a rat soaked in water, but doing all that crazy things, falling for a dumb trick and actually thinking he was going to die-in front of a girl!
The girl ,who was now laughing her breath out, had pretty features. She had hazel eyes, and long, brown hair soaked wet. It came running down to her shoulders dripping water. She was wearing a purple skirt and a T-shirt, also in light violet. Everything was purple which she wore, actually-her skirt, her shirt, her hat, her shoes-even her socks were bluish purple. Surprisingly, the brownish hair of hers matched with the all-purple clothing pretty well. Oh, if she would just stop giggling for-
"You fell for it!" she breathed under laughter. "I didn't believe someone would be so vulnerable to fall for that!"
"Well, um-anyone could have fall for-"
Yuuta was stopped by a burst of laughter. "A boy, so vulnerable! Who could have imagined!"
"Wait a minute," he said with a fake seriousness on his face. "did a girl just tell me that I was vulnerable? Because I thought I just heard-"
"Vulnerable," whispered the girl, still grinning. "Vulnerable. Vul-ner-a-ble. Vulnerable!"
"We'll see who's vulnerable!" roared Yuuta with a nasty grin on his face. He leaped upon her and started to wiggle his fingers in her armpits. The girl was nearly dying with mad giggles. "Stop it!" she cried, still laughing. "Okay, okay, you're not-stop!"
"Say it, toughie," whispered Yuuta playfully, being unable to control the smile on his face. "Who's vulnerable again?"
"You're a cheater!" she laughed. "You-"
"Well, let's see if a cheater can tickle a girl-" Yuuta began to tickle faster, as the girl grew nearly mad over giggles. She madly waved her two arms around and shouted; "Okay! Okay! You win!"
Yuuta let go. She panted with irregular giggles, then looked up to him. He knew he looked stupid enough to be laughed at-his pitch black hair was drowned with water and it flowed down his nose, making his face look terrible. And his cloth, dear lord- He wished that all the laughing about would drain her giggles out so she wouldn't be able to laugh at him.
Then Yuuta looked at the girl and realized she was also soaked. But the thing that differed from his looking was that-well, he would have to say that he never saw a girl who seemed to have such an excellent match with being soaked. Her brown hair rather looked like a waterfall, falling down in a stream to her shoulders. Yuuta tried not to dare concentrate his sight on her wet T-shirt.
"My name's Michiko," said the girl, holding out her hand. "what's yours?"
"Yuuta," answered Yuuta, replying with a light shake. "nice to meet you-I guess." He looked at themselves and found their condition not very excellent.
"That's odd," said the girl who called herself 'Michiko', "guys at your age don't say that kind of things when they first meet."
"That's supposed to be a bad thing, I guess?"
"As long as it's not 'hey, you're lookin' good'-" mimicked Michiko in a low voice. "anything's fine. I hate guys like that."
"Um-yeah. Me too." replied Yuuta unconsciously. He didn't know what to say.
They got out of the water. The air was warm, compared to the freezing water they were in. Yuuta thought the cloth would dry any time-at least he hoped so. He didn't have anything else to wear. Looking at the endless horizon of the unknown desert, he remembered that he was looking for an another person besides him in the desert. If he was correct, the Michiko would be a person, too. So he asked;
"By the way, how did you get here in the first place? I-I mean, where do you live?"
There swept a puzzled look on her face. She closed her eyes and groaned quietly for a while, thinking. After a while, she opened up her eyes and said; "Oh yeah, I remember."
"What?" said Yuuta with a bit of impatience.. "You remember what?"
"Yeah, I was gonna ask you the same thing." he heard from her.


"Just great," mumbled Yuuta sarcastically. "I'm in middle of nowhere, and the only person I see is a girl in the same status of mine. I have no idea of how, when, why I even got here in the first place, not to mention getting back. I can't stay here forever, I live in a house, not a desert. How am I even gonna get to school? No, wait, I don't even have my-"
"Just shut up for a while!" came Michiko's voice, with rage.
"-backpack." he gulped.
She grumbled angrily and soon returned to her thought. Michiko, as he suspected, was also confused and angry about being at the place. Thoughts also perfectly irritated Yuuta. He found something to drink, but what was he going to eat? And he heard about deserts decreasing to just the temperature suitable for those wanting to be frozen solid-In other words, where was he going to sleep in? Maybe some kind of an airplane would fly by and find someone, in need of a rescue. He was near an oasis-he was in no worry of dying by thirst. Talking about an oasis, maybe a thirsty camel would come walking by, and Yuuta would just ride and-okay, that was a unrealistic thought.
Then came the fear sweeping Yuuta's head. What about scorpions? And poisonous spiders? It would be extremely simple for them to just sneak up and neck a peacefully sleeping victim. No, they wouldn't bite without a reason-snakes, he heard, was supposed to avoid biting a person unless he or she threats them. He couldn't possibly kick a ten-feet snake while asleep-So keep that out of the list, he told himself. Besides, he wasn't alone-two's better than one, his dad used to say.
Yuuta hoped he was right.
"Hey-" came the sudden mutter of Michiko, amazed. "What in the earth-"
Yuuta looked where she was pointing at and his mouth dropped open.
A cabin.
Yes, it was a cabin-made out of wood, quite old but still usable. Besides, who cared anyways? A wooden cabin in a desert-Why couldn't they see such a thing before?
"So are you going in or what?" mumbled Michiko, excited. She stood up, then dashed through the sand and to the cabin, with Yuuta awkwardly running before her. He was a bit worried. He knew it was just a structure made out of wood-so what was wrong? Something-perhaps danger-was sensed from the cabin; every hard, rough skin of wood, he sensed danger that lurked somewhere around the house...or maybe in the house.
Oh boy, another dumb thought again.
Still, something certainly seemed strange enough to buy his suspiciousness. Why would there be a cabin in a middle of nowhere? Who would build it in the first place, and why? There was no sign of evidence that would convince him that the cabin was safe to sleep in. Besides, there were no people living in it, nor a sign they did.
A little voice swept by in his head, telling him not to care.
Yuuta obeyed innocently and stepped in.
It was old. So old that he couldn't even tell the shape of it. The windows were covered grey by dusts, and the beds seemed to have become nothing more than a piece of rag. There was no carpet; just a hard, cold wooden floor waiting them to lie down. Beneath the floor, screech of mice was heard, and they scampered out of the hole in the floor and ran out of the cabin while they walked by, disgusted. It might be more comfortable to sleep out in the desert, he thought. I'd rather freeze to sleep in this thrash.
Then a sudden boom behind him hit his ears.