MPC 54A: Facing fears.
Oct 3, 2018 5:06:18 GMT
Post by Tsukiko & The Ashikaga Clan on Oct 3, 2018 5:06:18 GMT
MPC Name: Face your Fear
MPC Number: 54A
Reward Requested: Posts
I got an extension from Yuu to make this MPC from September. This is also COMPLETELY CANNON as it is the very start of Tsukiko's story.
Facing your fears, huh? The relation I could find between my mother telling me that on the phone and sitting alone inside some fancy-looking restaurant while I waited for some man I didn’t even know she set me up with was zero. Just because, and I quote: “You have to go out of your shell and meet new people, you can’t always maintain yourself away from men just because of what that guy did to you”, it didn’t mean I had to go there to lose my precious time while I waited for some dork that, honestly, could or could not show up at this time. I could be at home watching action movies or finishing that report I had to deliver by Tuesday to then have spare time to watch more action movies, but nope, there I was, about to have a stupid blind date to please my mom.
It’s not just my mom, there's also my friends at work or my former college classmates. Honestly, I could use a break from all of that “you have to meet new men” crap. And trust me, it had nothing to do with me not getting over Kazuya or not wanting to move on from a relationship that finished over two years; I just genuinely couldn’t find any interest in going out with guys. Not that I had tried, to be honest, but I didn’t really want to! I was fine by myself, watching my movies at home and doing my occasional weekend of hiking at one of this country’s marvelous mountains.
A rebellious thought crossed my mind: Why the hell was I doing something I didn’t want to do? I was out of there. I started getting up my chair, only to see a short-haired man waving at me from the entrance of the restaurant, then walking towards my table. I waved back, showing my classic smile, that one that really doesn’t denote happiness, but people just thought it did, sometimes; even though showing things I don’t feel has never been my strongest quality. I took a seat back at the table, completely watching the idea of standing up and escaping vanish in front of me, regretting I didn’t take the decision earlier. I just sighed under my breath, as he made the formal introductions. It was easy to see he was nervous when he arrived, but as time passed, he was getting shakier. Was it because of how I was acting? I dismissed that possibility since I was being as nice as I could. He was looking at me, not in a lewd way, though, just straight at my face, my features, my hair maybe. Was this guy getting nervous by my looks? I always had a hard time looking at myself as a pretty girl, even though I did tend to get that from people. The man in front of me definitely seemed to think so, since he had gotten all nervous just by looking at my face.
As the waiter brought some drinks for us, the man started apologizing for getting late.
-I-I’m so sorry, Ashikaga-san. –He started, bowing down a little. –I found my dog feeling kind of weird this morning, I had to take him to the vet and well… -As he spoke, I let go a brief sigh before taking a sip of my lemonade. It wasn't really denoting anything, I just let it out; but the man noticed, interrupting himself. –I-I-I’m sorry! I didn’t want to bore you out or something. –I then turned my gaze at the man, my eyes wide open. I stutter a little, just because I didn’t expect that. –N-No, please go on, you’re not boring me at all. –I replied, plainly. He wasn’t boring me, really, I was already bored. After all, it wasn’t really his fault. Plus, he seemed fairly nervous already without me being mean to him, so I thought I probably should pay some more attention to what he was saying, so he didn’t feel bad.
He started telling me stories about this dog and how much it meant to him. He was basically his best friend, he had taken him for vacations and even slept together usually. I found it cute, after all, even though mom and dad never let me have dogs around the dojo, I always had some sort of liking for the fuzzy animals. While he told me the stories, I occasionally threw a small question for him to continue. At first, I was only trying to show interest so he didn’t feel bad, but after some time, I even started caring about this dog and the friendship they had. The more he talked about his partner, I could only think: Why was he leaving him at home, sick and alone to be here with me? He said he left him with his brother, but he didn’t feel too comfortable about it. I really don’t know what made me ask at that time, maybe pure curiosity, but as we were having our lunch, I simply threw the question.
-Why…? -I reconsidered. It was really none of my business, and the answer might make me think he was just talking about this dog to impress me, which would only make me feel worst for actually caring about the pet. I still went on with it and finished my question. -…why did you leave him home to come to this blind date? –I asked. –You could have called it off.
-Well… -The man got extremely nervous upon hearing my question, which made me think my previous suspicion was true at first, but then he answered, blushing. -… I have kind of known who you are since you were little.
-Oh, that’s right. You are actually the son of our neighbor back in Tokyo, right? –I asked, tilting my head at the man’s response, which was really not related to my question. My mom had been trying me to date this guy for at least a year, and I always said I was too busy. I had never noticed the guy, so it was only a blind date for me. He was very aware of who I was.
-That’s right! –He lowered his head, his cheeks still kind of red. –I was going to stay home with my dog, but my brother arrived. He told me that… -He seemed to be having some sort of trouble to finish his sentence. All the nervousness that was surrounding him before and that had kind of disappeared while he spoke about his dog was back. -… he told me that I’ve been waiting to finally have a date with you since we were kids, so he would take care of the dog and that I should come here! –He let it all out, like finally getting rid of everything he had inside about this topic. –I’m sure Rex will understand, I’ve talked to him about you so much, so he knows how much I wanted this day to come. –He lowered his gaze again, blushing. –But now I can only talk about him and you must be getting so bored. -The man closed his eyes and finished his explanation with an apology. –I-I’m sorry, Ashikaga-san!
So this was what facing your fears was like, huh? I thought. Even though I didn’t feel any kind of emotional or physical attraction towards this guy, I genuinely cared about his dog and his feelings now. He had left his best friend for one day just to come here with me, even trusting he would understand because he really wanted this date to happen. I sighed again. This time not because I was annoyed or bored, but just because, once again, my mom was right.
Since I broke up with my first and last boyfriend, I had been trying to avoid men in any kind of presentation. Maybe because I was scared of getting attached to one and getting hurt again. I needed this, I needed to remember not every guy around is going to break my heart, while I can be breaking someone’s heart by not even paying attention to them. Of course, this guy was scared of coming here, scared of letting his dog sick at home. But he still did, he was the one putting his heart over the table for me to break, and I had to face my own fears and give me a chance to talk to men again, in order to be different, in order to learn to value someone else’s feelings.
In the end, I suggested that we ended our meal fast, I walked with him to the station and even stopped on the road to pick a bag of treats for his sick fuzzy fella back at home. I told him we could finish our conversation later. I didn’t like him, I didn’t feel attracted to him, and the time for telling him this would come, probably very soon. But who knew, maybe he would accept this and I could have a friendship with a man for the first time in my life. In the end, my mom was right, and my fear had been sort of faced. Even though I still had a long way before fully trusting men, especially in a romantic way.
After this guy took his train, I decided to walk back to the store, to get me some ice-cream and then go home to finish my Saturday watching those action movies. As I walked, I could see the sign of the convenience store. While I approached it, something caught my view and I immediately stopped, my eyes wide open. At that moment, I thought I had just seen the weirdest thing ever.
It was unmistakable, those bright golden eyes, that black hair. It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen the man who broke my heart again since we broke up, he actually worked in a car dealership not too far from mine, so I had seen him a couple of times since I had arrived at Shibuya. Now, the fact of seeing him come out of an alley accompanied by a girl who was clearly underaged... that was the weirdest part. Like every time I saw him, something moved inside of me: pure hatred, as I like to call it. Just seeing Kazuya Oda, disgusted me.
What the hell was he doing, anyway? I figured my Saturday was ruined already now that I had seen him, so I thought I would let my curiosity get the best of me and take a peek inside that alley he came out running from. What could he be doing inside an alley with an underage girl? I really hoped it wasn’t what I was thinking.
I entered the alley. The first thing that caught my eye was a lot of rotten wood. It wasn’t that it was absolutely weird to find trash in a Shibuya abandoned alley, but this amount of wood that seemed so old was clearly odd, to say the least. Remember when I told you I thought I had just seen the weirdest thing ever? Oh, I was so wrong. Hold on tight for this one:
A very small, red, dark-eyed thing was just standing there, next to a broken egg. I asked myself if it had hatched from there. That egg was surely too big for being of any bird I ever knew of. And this thing was too… weird, for being a pigeon or actually any baby animal I could relate it to. At first, I took a step back, naturally scared from the creature. It was moving, it was very much alive. I noticed this because he started hopping towards me and rubbing against my leg. He seemed to like me. Did I like him? Well, it was a red squishy little thing with cute eyes and tree sort of horns I think? Anyways, who doesn’t like those? I picked it up and looked directly into his eyes.
-You’re so cute! –I said, assuming the creature could hear me, even though it didn't really have ears. This little thing had actually made me forget I had seen that horrible man just some seconds ago. The little creature started shaking, not in a scared-like way, but more like he was happy. Okay so I know there’s no law saying that if I find an apparently alien-like thing hanging around an alley I can take it home, but there’s no law that says I couldn’t right? Okay so don’t judge, because I kind of did.
That day I thought I had faced my fears. And to some extent I did, actually. I just didn’t know that I was getting into a ride plagued with much scarier things. My name is Tsukiko Ashikaga, and this is the story of how I became a Digimon Tamer.
Word count: 2234
MPC Number: 54A
Reward Requested: Posts
I got an extension from Yuu to make this MPC from September. This is also COMPLETELY CANNON as it is the very start of Tsukiko's story.
Facing your fears, huh? The relation I could find between my mother telling me that on the phone and sitting alone inside some fancy-looking restaurant while I waited for some man I didn’t even know she set me up with was zero. Just because, and I quote: “You have to go out of your shell and meet new people, you can’t always maintain yourself away from men just because of what that guy did to you”, it didn’t mean I had to go there to lose my precious time while I waited for some dork that, honestly, could or could not show up at this time. I could be at home watching action movies or finishing that report I had to deliver by Tuesday to then have spare time to watch more action movies, but nope, there I was, about to have a stupid blind date to please my mom.
It’s not just my mom, there's also my friends at work or my former college classmates. Honestly, I could use a break from all of that “you have to meet new men” crap. And trust me, it had nothing to do with me not getting over Kazuya or not wanting to move on from a relationship that finished over two years; I just genuinely couldn’t find any interest in going out with guys. Not that I had tried, to be honest, but I didn’t really want to! I was fine by myself, watching my movies at home and doing my occasional weekend of hiking at one of this country’s marvelous mountains.
A rebellious thought crossed my mind: Why the hell was I doing something I didn’t want to do? I was out of there. I started getting up my chair, only to see a short-haired man waving at me from the entrance of the restaurant, then walking towards my table. I waved back, showing my classic smile, that one that really doesn’t denote happiness, but people just thought it did, sometimes; even though showing things I don’t feel has never been my strongest quality. I took a seat back at the table, completely watching the idea of standing up and escaping vanish in front of me, regretting I didn’t take the decision earlier. I just sighed under my breath, as he made the formal introductions. It was easy to see he was nervous when he arrived, but as time passed, he was getting shakier. Was it because of how I was acting? I dismissed that possibility since I was being as nice as I could. He was looking at me, not in a lewd way, though, just straight at my face, my features, my hair maybe. Was this guy getting nervous by my looks? I always had a hard time looking at myself as a pretty girl, even though I did tend to get that from people. The man in front of me definitely seemed to think so, since he had gotten all nervous just by looking at my face.
As the waiter brought some drinks for us, the man started apologizing for getting late.
-I-I’m so sorry, Ashikaga-san. –He started, bowing down a little. –I found my dog feeling kind of weird this morning, I had to take him to the vet and well… -As he spoke, I let go a brief sigh before taking a sip of my lemonade. It wasn't really denoting anything, I just let it out; but the man noticed, interrupting himself. –I-I-I’m sorry! I didn’t want to bore you out or something. –I then turned my gaze at the man, my eyes wide open. I stutter a little, just because I didn’t expect that. –N-No, please go on, you’re not boring me at all. –I replied, plainly. He wasn’t boring me, really, I was already bored. After all, it wasn’t really his fault. Plus, he seemed fairly nervous already without me being mean to him, so I thought I probably should pay some more attention to what he was saying, so he didn’t feel bad.
He started telling me stories about this dog and how much it meant to him. He was basically his best friend, he had taken him for vacations and even slept together usually. I found it cute, after all, even though mom and dad never let me have dogs around the dojo, I always had some sort of liking for the fuzzy animals. While he told me the stories, I occasionally threw a small question for him to continue. At first, I was only trying to show interest so he didn’t feel bad, but after some time, I even started caring about this dog and the friendship they had. The more he talked about his partner, I could only think: Why was he leaving him at home, sick and alone to be here with me? He said he left him with his brother, but he didn’t feel too comfortable about it. I really don’t know what made me ask at that time, maybe pure curiosity, but as we were having our lunch, I simply threw the question.
-Why…? -I reconsidered. It was really none of my business, and the answer might make me think he was just talking about this dog to impress me, which would only make me feel worst for actually caring about the pet. I still went on with it and finished my question. -…why did you leave him home to come to this blind date? –I asked. –You could have called it off.
-Well… -The man got extremely nervous upon hearing my question, which made me think my previous suspicion was true at first, but then he answered, blushing. -… I have kind of known who you are since you were little.
-Oh, that’s right. You are actually the son of our neighbor back in Tokyo, right? –I asked, tilting my head at the man’s response, which was really not related to my question. My mom had been trying me to date this guy for at least a year, and I always said I was too busy. I had never noticed the guy, so it was only a blind date for me. He was very aware of who I was.
-That’s right! –He lowered his head, his cheeks still kind of red. –I was going to stay home with my dog, but my brother arrived. He told me that… -He seemed to be having some sort of trouble to finish his sentence. All the nervousness that was surrounding him before and that had kind of disappeared while he spoke about his dog was back. -… he told me that I’ve been waiting to finally have a date with you since we were kids, so he would take care of the dog and that I should come here! –He let it all out, like finally getting rid of everything he had inside about this topic. –I’m sure Rex will understand, I’ve talked to him about you so much, so he knows how much I wanted this day to come. –He lowered his gaze again, blushing. –But now I can only talk about him and you must be getting so bored. -The man closed his eyes and finished his explanation with an apology. –I-I’m sorry, Ashikaga-san!
So this was what facing your fears was like, huh? I thought. Even though I didn’t feel any kind of emotional or physical attraction towards this guy, I genuinely cared about his dog and his feelings now. He had left his best friend for one day just to come here with me, even trusting he would understand because he really wanted this date to happen. I sighed again. This time not because I was annoyed or bored, but just because, once again, my mom was right.
Since I broke up with my first and last boyfriend, I had been trying to avoid men in any kind of presentation. Maybe because I was scared of getting attached to one and getting hurt again. I needed this, I needed to remember not every guy around is going to break my heart, while I can be breaking someone’s heart by not even paying attention to them. Of course, this guy was scared of coming here, scared of letting his dog sick at home. But he still did, he was the one putting his heart over the table for me to break, and I had to face my own fears and give me a chance to talk to men again, in order to be different, in order to learn to value someone else’s feelings.
In the end, I suggested that we ended our meal fast, I walked with him to the station and even stopped on the road to pick a bag of treats for his sick fuzzy fella back at home. I told him we could finish our conversation later. I didn’t like him, I didn’t feel attracted to him, and the time for telling him this would come, probably very soon. But who knew, maybe he would accept this and I could have a friendship with a man for the first time in my life. In the end, my mom was right, and my fear had been sort of faced. Even though I still had a long way before fully trusting men, especially in a romantic way.
After this guy took his train, I decided to walk back to the store, to get me some ice-cream and then go home to finish my Saturday watching those action movies. As I walked, I could see the sign of the convenience store. While I approached it, something caught my view and I immediately stopped, my eyes wide open. At that moment, I thought I had just seen the weirdest thing ever.
It was unmistakable, those bright golden eyes, that black hair. It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen the man who broke my heart again since we broke up, he actually worked in a car dealership not too far from mine, so I had seen him a couple of times since I had arrived at Shibuya. Now, the fact of seeing him come out of an alley accompanied by a girl who was clearly underaged... that was the weirdest part. Like every time I saw him, something moved inside of me: pure hatred, as I like to call it. Just seeing Kazuya Oda, disgusted me.
What the hell was he doing, anyway? I figured my Saturday was ruined already now that I had seen him, so I thought I would let my curiosity get the best of me and take a peek inside that alley he came out running from. What could he be doing inside an alley with an underage girl? I really hoped it wasn’t what I was thinking.
I entered the alley. The first thing that caught my eye was a lot of rotten wood. It wasn’t that it was absolutely weird to find trash in a Shibuya abandoned alley, but this amount of wood that seemed so old was clearly odd, to say the least. Remember when I told you I thought I had just seen the weirdest thing ever? Oh, I was so wrong. Hold on tight for this one:
A very small, red, dark-eyed thing was just standing there, next to a broken egg. I asked myself if it had hatched from there. That egg was surely too big for being of any bird I ever knew of. And this thing was too… weird, for being a pigeon or actually any baby animal I could relate it to. At first, I took a step back, naturally scared from the creature. It was moving, it was very much alive. I noticed this because he started hopping towards me and rubbing against my leg. He seemed to like me. Did I like him? Well, it was a red squishy little thing with cute eyes and tree sort of horns I think? Anyways, who doesn’t like those? I picked it up and looked directly into his eyes.
-You’re so cute! –I said, assuming the creature could hear me, even though it didn't really have ears. This little thing had actually made me forget I had seen that horrible man just some seconds ago. The little creature started shaking, not in a scared-like way, but more like he was happy. Okay so I know there’s no law saying that if I find an apparently alien-like thing hanging around an alley I can take it home, but there’s no law that says I couldn’t right? Okay so don’t judge, because I kind of did.
That day I thought I had faced my fears. And to some extent I did, actually. I just didn’t know that I was getting into a ride plagued with much scarier things. My name is Tsukiko Ashikaga, and this is the story of how I became a Digimon Tamer.
Word count: 2234
