Notes: This fic was written for Patrice23, who won my odd Takeru-coupling contest.
Congrats, and sorry for taking so long to get this out. This is a shoujo-ai fic (as in girls
with girls), so flamers be warned. It's a songfic using Filter's "Miss Blue." Lyrics are in italics. Past events are represented with an elipses before and after each, like so: ...past event...
Disclaimer: There are few things in my posession. Digimon certainly isn't one of them.
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Can you stay long enough for me to say goodbye?
You can be free as long as you're with me
Sora lays on the grass of the soccer field, staring at the sky. In her mind plays
memories of when she'd had her chance.
...Sora and Miyako, two years ago, laid upon the same soccer field. Miyako
had decided to join the school's soccer team, and Sora had just spent the
afternoon teaching her to play. "Do you really care about me, Sora?"
"Sure, I care about you. Like I care about Hikari, or Yamato, or-"
"-Nevermind."...
If you could see the real me, you'd bleed
If you could see the real me, I'd breathe
Knowing her mother expects her home soon to assist with the flower
arrangements, Sora stands up and brushes herself off. 'another day to spend
alone.' She walks down the empty streets, her mind once again on Miyako.
The poor girl who is laying in Odaiba hospital- Sora realizes it's been a while
since the two had visited. Knowing that, no matter what, it will be better than
arranging flowers with her mother, Sora turns in the other direction; towards
the hospital.
Could you still breathe long enough for me
Could you still be long enough for me
A feeling of calm sterility comes over Sora as she walks through the hospital
doors. A dead, chemical smell lingers in the air. She approaches the reception
desk. "I'm here to visit Inoue Miyako."
"All right, but visiting hours end in half an hour." The receptionist looks
down at her computer for a moment. "Room 421. Go down to the end of the
hall and you'll find the staircase."
"Thank you." Sora collects herself for a moment before beginning her walk
down the hall. It was always a painful thing to do. The hospital walls always
seemed to close around her, as if it were trying to entrap her in this place like
it had Miyako.
When do you think I'll be okay?
When do you think I'll be okay?
"Shh, dear, she's asleep," a nurse says as Sora enters the room. She sits in a
chair next to the bed, looking at Miyako's face and hoping to see her awaken.
The nurse takes the chart from the end of the bed before leaving the room.
Sora catches a glimpse of it- Miyako's line goes straight down at one point.
She thought back to the first time she'd walked into this room- it had been
over year since then now.
... Sora saw Miyako sitting up in bed, her wild purple hair going everywhere.
Miyako was as energetic as she ever had been then. "They say it'll only be a
couple weeks. We'll be getting the tests back today, but so far it looks like
everything's fine." Miyako proceeded to show her visitors the bed's various
settings and talk about anything that came to her mind. She was exactly like
she always was as that point. "Hey, Sora." The girl jumped at hearing her
name.
"Huh?"
When I get out of here, you're going to have to teach me that bicycle kick, all
right?"...
If I should stay, when do I pray?
If I should stay, when do I begin?
Sora cringes as she thinks about how the leukemia had gripped onto Miyako.
They had all watched as her beautiful purple hair slowly fell out, and her
energy was taken away in surges. One day she would be as excited and
happy as always. The next, she'd hardly have the energy to pick up a glass
of water.
Miyako's eyes flit for a moment and then open. "Miyako, you're awake,"
Sora exclaims while trying not to be too loud.
"Sora! hi," Miyako says in a smooth whisper of a voice. "How long have you
been sitting there?"
"Don't worry about it. How are you?"
"I'm alive. That's what matters right now."
Do you think I should watch you die
Should we close our eyes and say goodbye
The two girls stare at each other for a moment. "I'm sorry for not exactly
being the most talkative person right now," Miyako says.
"I'm just happy to see you alive still."
"That sounds so morbid."
"I'm sorry...I..." Sora glances away.
"It's all right," Miyako says, her voice beginning to come back.
Hey you, Miss Blue
You think that I'm well to do
"Did you come here for any specific reason?" Miyako asks.
"Not really. I was just thinking about back when I was teaching you how to
play soccer, and I thought I'd drop by."
"Well, I'm glad you did."
"Actually, there is one thing I'd like to say to you before-"
"-Could you not talk like that," Miyako says, half joking and half serious.
"Sorry. What I mean to say is I...well...do you remember that day, laying on
the soccer field, when you asked me if I cared about you?"
"I suppose I do."
"Well, I lied. I care about you a lot more than I care about Yamato and the
rest of them. It's more like I...I-"
"-I understand, Sora."
Hey you, Miss Blue
I fell in love with you
Miyako smiles meekly. "I always thought you felt that way- well, hoped
anyway."
"I really wish that I didn't have to find out under these circumstances."
"You know, it's really hard to keep an optimistic view point with you
around," Miyako says. A few tears fall alongside her smile. Sora slowly
moves closer to the bed, putting her hand in between the pillow and the back
of Miyako's now bald head. She feels the fever within the poor girl on her
arm. Sora slowly moves her head in closer; Miyako closes her eyes as Sora's
lips touch hers. The heat of Miyako's lips make Sora want to absorb the girl's
sickness. Anything for this girl that she's fallen in love with. As Sora pulls
away, Miyako sobs heavily.
Hey you, Miss Blue
I think about you as true
Hey you, Miss Blue
I hate it when you cry
The nurse walks into the room again. "Visiting hours are over in five
minutes. Say your goodbyes."
Looking deep into Miyako's foggy eyes, Sora could see her love slipping
away. "I...I'll come see you tomorrow."
"If I'm here, right?" Miyako jokes.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Sora's now the one crying.
"It's okay, Sora," Miyako says as she runs a weak hand through Sora's hair. "I've dealt with it. I'm prepared for it."
"Well I'm not!"
"Sora...don't regret this. Don't regret anything."
"But..."
"Do it for me."
Hey you, Miss Blue
I hate it when you say goodbye
Hey you, Miss Blue
I hate it when you say goodbye
"I'm so glad you came to visit Sora. I love you. You need to go now,
though."
"I love you, too."
"Goodbye, Sora."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodbye, Sora."
"I...I...Goodbye."
When do you think I'll be okay?
When do you think I'll be okay?
You say goodbye
You say goodbye, yeah
Don't say goodbye
Say goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye