Re: Digimon Adventure: NEXT!
Light filtered into the window of the apartment, hitting the face of Asukira as he lay motionless on his bed. When the intrusive light hit his face, he turned over in the bed and grunted. There was a knock at the room door and a voice on the other end screaming for Asukira to wake up. As he pulled the covers over his head, he heard another strong knock followed by another voice, this one belonging to his father. Sighing, he realized that he had to get up at some point, otherwise he’d miss school. Peeking out from under the covers, he noticed the clock on his nightstand and gasped. It was 7:45, which mean that if he wasn’t at school in the next 15 minutes, he’d be officially late for the first time in his life. Scrambling to get out of bed, he rushed to his closet and pulled out his clothes. He rushed into his bathroom and took a quick shower, making sure to brush his teeth and floss as well as comb his hair. He had recently gotten highlights and had to be careful with the type of shampoo he used.
Sighing, he jumped out of the bathroom in a frantic flurry of motion. He was running around pulling on one piece of clothing at a time until finally he was ready. He opened his bedroom door to see his mother with an annoyed look on her face.
“You’re late Kira,” his mother stated as she turned and walked back into the living room area. Asukira followed behind, his back pack strapped to his back as he looked around. His father was on the couch watching TV and his mother was grabbing the car keys.
“Later dad,” Asukira stated as he and his mother left out of the apartment. He saw his father wave as he vanished behind the closing door. Once in the car, his mother drove the fastest he’d ever witnessed her drive. It was both exhilarating and scary, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. When they pulled up to his school, he smiled and kissed her on the cheek before exiting the car.
“Have a good day honey, and please don’t break your laptop, I’m not made of money,” his mother stated as she drove off.
Asukira smiled and waved as his mother drove away. He knew she was just talking, after all, they were rich, very rich, and if he did break his laptop again, his mother wouldn’t have a problem getting him another one, she was just attempting to instill in him that he had to treat things with respect and be thankful for everything he had. He walked onto campus, not a care on his mind as he knew he was already late and didn’t really care; besides there was a pep rally going on around the Tokyo inner city schools. Among them were Suginami High, Shibuya High, Minato High, and Shinjuku High. It was Shibuya vs. Minato, and tomorrow it would be Suginami vs. Shinjuku.
He walked into his school, hearing all the voices fill his ears as he wasn’t expecting anything special about the day to happen. He sat through all the festivities, not really caring about much that was going on. He was flirting with girls and guys left and right, but never really going through with any of his actions. To be honest, he was having fun, but he wasn’t really enjoying it as he should have. Sighing, he was glad when it was time to go home. He waved bye to all those who had come up to him, giving him hugs and passing phone numbers.
As he walked home, he couldn’t help but hear thunder and see a lightning bolt streak. He then saw snow, an odd thing because the sun was still slowly setting and it was rather odd that snow was even falling. As he walked, he had nearly made it to the bus stop when suddenly, he stopped in his track. A voice filled his mind and he was frozen in his stride.
"Five strange fingers form Fate’s hand,
Each one plays part at Fate’s command.
A clouded past, the answers it keeps,
Until its time each secret sleeps.
When pain is truth and truth is pain,
The Evil of The Past shall be freed again.
Five shall go but five shall not return,
Vain hope and pride in terror burn."
Asukira falls to the ground holding his head, covering his ears as a loud thumping resonates through his head. He wasn’t feeling pain, but it was very uncomfortable and loud. As fast as it had come so too did it dissipate and he looked up to see a robed man standing a few feet away from him. Thinking that he is going crazy, he looks down but looks back up to see that the man was standing over him. Asukira wasn’t afraid, he threw a punch but surprisingly the man caught his wrist and simply smiled at him, watching as his hand began to glow.
Asukira started to panic; there was no pain from this glow, merely a soothing feeling that washed over him. He looked to see the symbol etch its way onto his hand. It was in the shape of an olive branch, adding to Asukira’s bewilderment.
“Ahh, Asukira is the Child of Faith, how interesting indeed,” the strange man stated as he let go of Asukira’s wrist. Asukira simply looked at the man with bewildered eyes as he wondered what on earth was going on.
“Who are you?” Asukira asked.
“All will be made clear soon,” the man replied, a smirk on his face as he backed away from Asukira, stepping into the street. A bus passed by, hiding the man, and when it had finally passed, the man was gone. Asukira simply sat on the bench and waited for his bus ride home. He wasn’t sure what all of this was, but he was extremely nervous now, wondering what on Earth was going on with this mysterious man showing up, and the mark appearing on his hand.