Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Society ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: B Samura 
With the appearances of new characters, everyone within the story is affected by one another...
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.16.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 134 | Status: Work In Progress
With the appearances of new characters, everyone within the story is affected by one another...
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.16.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 134 | Status: Work In Progress
Huro pushed past the heavy crowd as he tried to exit the vibrant district. He pressed past the swirling colors and faces of the beating night life and onto a deserted street. The sun had not risen yet, but it was slowly climbing over the horizon. Huro looked up and could see the shards of daylight that were escaping from behind the city buildings. An early morning chill came rolling down the street, slamming against Huro tight shirt.
"Dammit. I should have brought a jacket..." thought Huro. He started thinking about Miko and his black jacket. Then another image appeared into his head, an image that was tearing at his mere existence. The thought of Yokuya pressing his lips against Miko was etched into his mind. Huro quickly disperse the the thought and started walking down the street.
The sun was now rising above the city when Huro approach a corner on a busy street. He didn't seem to have the an idea of where he was, but it but the bright atmosphere was a nice change of surroundings. All around him, people were moving from one place to another, making the calm city into a bustling network of activity. Huro tried to exit the area as soon as possible so he wouldn't be seen. He turned around to leave, but instead bumped into a little boy, wearing a school uniform. The boy's knapsack fell onto the ground as the boy fell on his back. Huro fell backwards and also landed on his butt.
"Umm..I'm sorry. I didn't see where I was going...." said the boy as he picked up the random assortment of papers.
"No, it was my fault. I wasn't looking up. Here's you bag." said Huro. He picked up the boy's bag and held it up for him to grab.
"Oh, thank you. You didn't have to do that--" started the boy until he looked at Huro's face. His eyes became bright once he realized who Huro was.
"Uhh, I have to go now." said Huro nervously as he rose from the ground. He reached out his hand to help the boy get up.
"Wait! I know who you are! You're Ta--" uttered the boy before Huro clasped his hands over his mouth. Huro brought his index finger to his lips, signaling the boy to be silent, which in response the boy nodded.
"I watch Digimon almost everyday! I love your character!" the boy shouted. Huro waved his hands nervously, trying to quiet the boy, but it didn't seem to be working. Huro didn't want anyone to know he was just walking around the street in the mere daylight--he would be attacked by thousands of schoolgirls and fans wanting his autograph.
"Well, it was nice to meet a fan, but I must be going..." said Huro as he slowly tired to leave. The boy grabbed his hand before he could disappear into the morning crowd.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"Uhh...I'm going home..."
"Can I come with?" the boy asked. Huro looked at the boy's short blond hair and flawless hazel eyes. Even though the two looked nothing alike, the boy reminded Huro of Miko. Maybe it was the way he talked or the way he blinked his eyes, but the young boy seemed to be a spinning image of Miko.
"Are you supposed to be in school right now?" asked Huro.
"Oh, I don't have to go." said the boy with a giant smile.
"I think it would be best if you went to school. You won't get anywhere without a education." said Huro as he started to walk away. The boy ran in front of him, stopping Huro from leaving his sight.
"No, I'd rather stay here with you! It's not everyday you get to meet your hero!" the boy said.
'Hero?...' pondered Huro. He never had someone rate him so highly, let alone think of him as a hero. 'Does this kid really think of me that way?...I just play a character on a TV show...which doesn't pay much....' thought Huro as he remember his last paycheck.
"Ok kid, what's your name?" questioned Huro. He bent down so he could be on the same eye level as the kid.
"My name is Kiyoshi. You're not going to call my parents, are you?" said the boy, looking worried.
"No, I won't call your parents... but only if you do something for me."
"What is it? I'll do anything!" Kiyoshi responded. Huro flashed a small grin.
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Huro sat in a coffee shop across the street from a busy shopping district, taking a long sip of a warm expresso. He put his cup down and sighed as he looked up at Kiyoshi. It was about ten o' clock in the morning and the sun was now in it's regular position over the city of Osaka. Clouds floated by, creating different shapes and illusions within Huro's mind. One of the clouds formed a familiar shape, an oblong image of Miko. Huro stared at the cloud through the coffee shop window, as if it was mocking him or tempting him to smash the glass that blocked the cloud from his presence. He proceeded to stroke the glass, as if he was actually caressing the fluffiness of the cloud itself. He turned around to face Kiyoshi, who was sitting across from him eating chocolate and coffee flavored ice cream. Kiyoshi had the cold mixture all over his mouth, and some even on his nose. He picked up a napkin and rubbed away the sticky mess on his face.
"How old are you Kiyoshi?" asked Huro. He clasped his hands around the coffee cup, but did not raise it off the table.
" 11."
"....Where are your parents right now?"
"You said you weren't going to call my parents if I bought you coffee!"
"Don't worry, I not going to call your parents. I just want to know where they are. I mean, someone has to pick you up after school."
"Oh..., my parents work a lot. My Mom and Dad don't really have time to pick me up or anything, I usually take a train to get to school." said Kiyoshi as he stuffed his mouth full of ice cream.
"Someone your age travels around this city alone?" questioned Huro. Kiyoshi gulped his novelty ice cream and sat in a brief moment of silence.
"It's nothing...I do it all the time..." said Kiyoshi in a hushed voice.
Kiyoshi looked down at the half-empty bowl sitting in front of him before he glanced at Huro. Huro didn't seem to be listening, due to the fact he was gazing out the window. A female server walked from behind the counter and started to make her way to their table. Huro attention was stolen as he turned and witness the waitress walk across the small coffee shop. She wore a white outfit with a red and white plaid apron which held pockets that were full of her notes and used napkins. Her sweet voice, delicate form, and smooth skin showed her as being of young age, but her mangled crimson hair and piercing brown eyes displayed years of heartbreak and despair. Huro's eyes mistakenly drifted down to her bosom, which made him slightly blush, but he noticed a name tag that read "Akina" in blue ink. Huro could tell she was feeling shitty, but she forced on the best smile she could and approached the table. Huro tried to venture deep into her eyes, but Akina kept her view on her work, not looking up once to make contact. She picked up the Kiyoshi's used napkins in silence and tried to grab for his bowl, but he moved it from her reach, making her snap back to reality as if she was under a luxive trance.
"Hey! I'm not done yet!" said Kiyoshi, holding the bowl close to him.
"Kiyoshi!" barked Huro, but it was already too late--Akina's face was brimming with embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't notice you were still eating." Akina said. Her face flushed a bright color, which she tried to hide behind her hand.
"No, it' s not your fault--" started Huro, but Akina had already rushed back behind the counter and into the kitchen.
"What was her problem?" asked Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi stopped short when he saw Huro was looking out the window again. A flat silence fell between them as Huro let himself become drawn into his surroundings. He looked up into sky once more and noticed so many shapes and illusions, even though the one cloud he was searching for was long gone. He referred his attention back to Kiyoshi, who was gazing at him with curiosity.
"Kiyoshi, I know you probably don't know the answer but...what do you do when you care for someone but you don't know how to let them know?" asked Huro. Kiyoshi sat in sullenness, not knowing what to say.
"You're right. I don't know what to say. What makes you ask that?"
The blinding image of Miko entered Huro's mind, and stayed there like a pulsing memory scratched into his pupils. "I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I like someone close to me."
"So why don't you tell the person how you feel?" replied Kiyoshi.
"Tell them how I feel?"
"Yeah, tell the person how you feel. From what I've heard, that how love and relationships are started. One person confesses their love for the other and the rest is history. Kind of like the love story between Tai and Sora."
"But that's scripted. None of that is real."
"I guess you're right. Hey! Are the digimon on the show real or computerized?" asked Kiyoshi while licking his spoon. Huro softly sighed.
"No, a green screen is used to create the digimon. But that's beside the point."
"If you like someone, you should just tell them and get the pressure off your chest. You will fill a lot better once you have expressed yourself." said Kiyoshi. Huro thought about it for a second and stood up, which made Kiyoshi drop his spoon, "Hey where are you going?"
"I'm leaving." said Huro with a smile, "It's about time for you to get home too."
"Wait! I bought you coffee!"
"Oh, I forgot..." said Huro. He bent over his chair and picked up his now slightly warm coffee. He started to walk to the door and glanced over at the counter. He could see Akina hiding her face once more as he passed by. Huro stopped for a second at the front door, giving her his attention, before pushing it open and vanishing into the afternoon traffic scene.
"Hey! Come back!" demanded Kiyoshi, as he stood in the window of the coffee shop, watching his hero walk away.
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Huro continued strolling until he came upon a side street leading up to a small gate, which held elegant homes surround by giant timber that decorated the area with a green brilliance. The sun was now lowering itself behind the trees, displaying a prism effect throughout the tiny neighborhood. Huro unlatched the gate and shlepped along, letting his eyes speculate the beauty of the neighborhood. Each house was set high above the street, where a set of stairs surrounded by wooden architect, connect to the front door. Huro walked down to a house with a number 6, gold plated and placed on a wooden plank next to the stairs. He proceed to climb the stairs, which creaked with every step. Once he made it to the top, he rang the doorbell and waited. Huro could hear noise from behind the door and someone slowly approaching it. After a loud click, the door opened to reveal a young lady, with brunette hair that stop right before her shoulder and curved back and pretty brown eyes. Once she recognized her visitor, she leaning on the door and smiling.
"Well if it isn't the infamous Taichi...What brings you here? Work doesn't start for two more hours. You're not looking for a ride, are you? You kind of pass the studio on your way over here." she said, snickering.
"No "Sora", I'm not here for that." Huro said with a smile before changing his mood, "I need to talk."
The young woman frowned, but quickly changed her smile to an understanding one. "Sure, come on in, but I'm keeping a tab on everything you eat. And stop calling me Sora, when we aren't at work. You know my name's Okiana."
"I know, but Sora sounds better." chuckled Huro as he entered the house.
"Who's at the door, honey?" called a voice from a different room in the house. From down a hallway, in walked a young man with dark crimson hair that laid perfectly on his head and dark coffee eyes. Once the young teen saw Huro, he walked over and gave him a firm handshake, almost knocking the coffee cup from Huro's hand. 'How can someone who plays Izzy be so different in real life?' pondered Huro as he smiled
"Hey bud! How it going?" shouted the young teen after he let go of Huro's hand.
"So far, so good, Gangi. How's it going?"
"Everything is great! What brings you all the way over here?" asked Gangi.
Huro took in a deep sigh and sat in a chair set in the kitchen area. He placed his coffee cup down and let his head hang between his legs. Suddenly like a rushing train, the image of Yakuya and Miko slammed into his vision. No matter how many times he blinked, the image blazed in front of him. His vision was becoming blurry and he felt as if he was going to hurl. He grasp the table and wrapped his other hand around his stomach. He looked and noticed that Gangi and Okiana was standing over him.
"Are you okay? Should we call someone?" asked Okiana jokingly, but still looking worried.
"I need to talk to you guys. About Miko...and love." said Huro. As he and the others sat in silence, a bird chirped outside, flying from tree to tree while the sun slowly fell behind the trees.
"Dammit. I should have brought a jacket..." thought Huro. He started thinking about Miko and his black jacket. Then another image appeared into his head, an image that was tearing at his mere existence. The thought of Yokuya pressing his lips against Miko was etched into his mind. Huro quickly disperse the the thought and started walking down the street.
The sun was now rising above the city when Huro approach a corner on a busy street. He didn't seem to have the an idea of where he was, but it but the bright atmosphere was a nice change of surroundings. All around him, people were moving from one place to another, making the calm city into a bustling network of activity. Huro tried to exit the area as soon as possible so he wouldn't be seen. He turned around to leave, but instead bumped into a little boy, wearing a school uniform. The boy's knapsack fell onto the ground as the boy fell on his back. Huro fell backwards and also landed on his butt.
"Umm..I'm sorry. I didn't see where I was going...." said the boy as he picked up the random assortment of papers.
"No, it was my fault. I wasn't looking up. Here's you bag." said Huro. He picked up the boy's bag and held it up for him to grab.
"Oh, thank you. You didn't have to do that--" started the boy until he looked at Huro's face. His eyes became bright once he realized who Huro was.
"Uhh, I have to go now." said Huro nervously as he rose from the ground. He reached out his hand to help the boy get up.
"Wait! I know who you are! You're Ta--" uttered the boy before Huro clasped his hands over his mouth. Huro brought his index finger to his lips, signaling the boy to be silent, which in response the boy nodded.
"I watch Digimon almost everyday! I love your character!" the boy shouted. Huro waved his hands nervously, trying to quiet the boy, but it didn't seem to be working. Huro didn't want anyone to know he was just walking around the street in the mere daylight--he would be attacked by thousands of schoolgirls and fans wanting his autograph.
"Well, it was nice to meet a fan, but I must be going..." said Huro as he slowly tired to leave. The boy grabbed his hand before he could disappear into the morning crowd.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"Uhh...I'm going home..."
"Can I come with?" the boy asked. Huro looked at the boy's short blond hair and flawless hazel eyes. Even though the two looked nothing alike, the boy reminded Huro of Miko. Maybe it was the way he talked or the way he blinked his eyes, but the young boy seemed to be a spinning image of Miko.
"Are you supposed to be in school right now?" asked Huro.
"Oh, I don't have to go." said the boy with a giant smile.
"I think it would be best if you went to school. You won't get anywhere without a education." said Huro as he started to walk away. The boy ran in front of him, stopping Huro from leaving his sight.
"No, I'd rather stay here with you! It's not everyday you get to meet your hero!" the boy said.
'Hero?...' pondered Huro. He never had someone rate him so highly, let alone think of him as a hero. 'Does this kid really think of me that way?...I just play a character on a TV show...which doesn't pay much....' thought Huro as he remember his last paycheck.
"Ok kid, what's your name?" questioned Huro. He bent down so he could be on the same eye level as the kid.
"My name is Kiyoshi. You're not going to call my parents, are you?" said the boy, looking worried.
"No, I won't call your parents... but only if you do something for me."
"What is it? I'll do anything!" Kiyoshi responded. Huro flashed a small grin.
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Huro sat in a coffee shop across the street from a busy shopping district, taking a long sip of a warm expresso. He put his cup down and sighed as he looked up at Kiyoshi. It was about ten o' clock in the morning and the sun was now in it's regular position over the city of Osaka. Clouds floated by, creating different shapes and illusions within Huro's mind. One of the clouds formed a familiar shape, an oblong image of Miko. Huro stared at the cloud through the coffee shop window, as if it was mocking him or tempting him to smash the glass that blocked the cloud from his presence. He proceeded to stroke the glass, as if he was actually caressing the fluffiness of the cloud itself. He turned around to face Kiyoshi, who was sitting across from him eating chocolate and coffee flavored ice cream. Kiyoshi had the cold mixture all over his mouth, and some even on his nose. He picked up a napkin and rubbed away the sticky mess on his face.
"How old are you Kiyoshi?" asked Huro. He clasped his hands around the coffee cup, but did not raise it off the table.
" 11."
"....Where are your parents right now?"
"You said you weren't going to call my parents if I bought you coffee!"
"Don't worry, I not going to call your parents. I just want to know where they are. I mean, someone has to pick you up after school."
"Oh..., my parents work a lot. My Mom and Dad don't really have time to pick me up or anything, I usually take a train to get to school." said Kiyoshi as he stuffed his mouth full of ice cream.
"Someone your age travels around this city alone?" questioned Huro. Kiyoshi gulped his novelty ice cream and sat in a brief moment of silence.
"It's nothing...I do it all the time..." said Kiyoshi in a hushed voice.
Kiyoshi looked down at the half-empty bowl sitting in front of him before he glanced at Huro. Huro didn't seem to be listening, due to the fact he was gazing out the window. A female server walked from behind the counter and started to make her way to their table. Huro attention was stolen as he turned and witness the waitress walk across the small coffee shop. She wore a white outfit with a red and white plaid apron which held pockets that were full of her notes and used napkins. Her sweet voice, delicate form, and smooth skin showed her as being of young age, but her mangled crimson hair and piercing brown eyes displayed years of heartbreak and despair. Huro's eyes mistakenly drifted down to her bosom, which made him slightly blush, but he noticed a name tag that read "Akina" in blue ink. Huro could tell she was feeling shitty, but she forced on the best smile she could and approached the table. Huro tried to venture deep into her eyes, but Akina kept her view on her work, not looking up once to make contact. She picked up the Kiyoshi's used napkins in silence and tried to grab for his bowl, but he moved it from her reach, making her snap back to reality as if she was under a luxive trance.
"Hey! I'm not done yet!" said Kiyoshi, holding the bowl close to him.
"Kiyoshi!" barked Huro, but it was already too late--Akina's face was brimming with embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't notice you were still eating." Akina said. Her face flushed a bright color, which she tried to hide behind her hand.
"No, it' s not your fault--" started Huro, but Akina had already rushed back behind the counter and into the kitchen.
"What was her problem?" asked Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi stopped short when he saw Huro was looking out the window again. A flat silence fell between them as Huro let himself become drawn into his surroundings. He looked up into sky once more and noticed so many shapes and illusions, even though the one cloud he was searching for was long gone. He referred his attention back to Kiyoshi, who was gazing at him with curiosity.
"Kiyoshi, I know you probably don't know the answer but...what do you do when you care for someone but you don't know how to let them know?" asked Huro. Kiyoshi sat in sullenness, not knowing what to say.
"You're right. I don't know what to say. What makes you ask that?"
The blinding image of Miko entered Huro's mind, and stayed there like a pulsing memory scratched into his pupils. "I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I like someone close to me."
"So why don't you tell the person how you feel?" replied Kiyoshi.
"Tell them how I feel?"
"Yeah, tell the person how you feel. From what I've heard, that how love and relationships are started. One person confesses their love for the other and the rest is history. Kind of like the love story between Tai and Sora."
"But that's scripted. None of that is real."
"I guess you're right. Hey! Are the digimon on the show real or computerized?" asked Kiyoshi while licking his spoon. Huro softly sighed.
"No, a green screen is used to create the digimon. But that's beside the point."
"If you like someone, you should just tell them and get the pressure off your chest. You will fill a lot better once you have expressed yourself." said Kiyoshi. Huro thought about it for a second and stood up, which made Kiyoshi drop his spoon, "Hey where are you going?"
"I'm leaving." said Huro with a smile, "It's about time for you to get home too."
"Wait! I bought you coffee!"
"Oh, I forgot..." said Huro. He bent over his chair and picked up his now slightly warm coffee. He started to walk to the door and glanced over at the counter. He could see Akina hiding her face once more as he passed by. Huro stopped for a second at the front door, giving her his attention, before pushing it open and vanishing into the afternoon traffic scene.
"Hey! Come back!" demanded Kiyoshi, as he stood in the window of the coffee shop, watching his hero walk away.
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Huro continued strolling until he came upon a side street leading up to a small gate, which held elegant homes surround by giant timber that decorated the area with a green brilliance. The sun was now lowering itself behind the trees, displaying a prism effect throughout the tiny neighborhood. Huro unlatched the gate and shlepped along, letting his eyes speculate the beauty of the neighborhood. Each house was set high above the street, where a set of stairs surrounded by wooden architect, connect to the front door. Huro walked down to a house with a number 6, gold plated and placed on a wooden plank next to the stairs. He proceed to climb the stairs, which creaked with every step. Once he made it to the top, he rang the doorbell and waited. Huro could hear noise from behind the door and someone slowly approaching it. After a loud click, the door opened to reveal a young lady, with brunette hair that stop right before her shoulder and curved back and pretty brown eyes. Once she recognized her visitor, she leaning on the door and smiling.
"Well if it isn't the infamous Taichi...What brings you here? Work doesn't start for two more hours. You're not looking for a ride, are you? You kind of pass the studio on your way over here." she said, snickering.
"No "Sora", I'm not here for that." Huro said with a smile before changing his mood, "I need to talk."
The young woman frowned, but quickly changed her smile to an understanding one. "Sure, come on in, but I'm keeping a tab on everything you eat. And stop calling me Sora, when we aren't at work. You know my name's Okiana."
"I know, but Sora sounds better." chuckled Huro as he entered the house.
"Who's at the door, honey?" called a voice from a different room in the house. From down a hallway, in walked a young man with dark crimson hair that laid perfectly on his head and dark coffee eyes. Once the young teen saw Huro, he walked over and gave him a firm handshake, almost knocking the coffee cup from Huro's hand. 'How can someone who plays Izzy be so different in real life?' pondered Huro as he smiled
"Hey bud! How it going?" shouted the young teen after he let go of Huro's hand.
"So far, so good, Gangi. How's it going?"
"Everything is great! What brings you all the way over here?" asked Gangi.
Huro took in a deep sigh and sat in a chair set in the kitchen area. He placed his coffee cup down and let his head hang between his legs. Suddenly like a rushing train, the image of Yakuya and Miko slammed into his vision. No matter how many times he blinked, the image blazed in front of him. His vision was becoming blurry and he felt as if he was going to hurl. He grasp the table and wrapped his other hand around his stomach. He looked and noticed that Gangi and Okiana was standing over him.
"Are you okay? Should we call someone?" asked Okiana jokingly, but still looking worried.
"I need to talk to you guys. About Miko...and love." said Huro. As he and the others sat in silence, a bird chirped outside, flying from tree to tree while the sun slowly fell behind the trees.