The title is named after both Shiuchon's and Takato's respective image song, Todokitai na(I want to reach you) and Across the Tears. The fandom is lacking in Takato x Shiuchon fic so I though why not and wrote it. It's a bit au since it post-tamer. Hope you'll like it.
______
It's funny how her life turns out.
At 1 she spoke her first word. It was nothing impressive, but she remembers clearly her mom telling her how she would keep gushing over her for saying "mama" instead of "papa". Her dad was disheartened but he cheered up once her mouth got the hang of saying harder words, one of them being "dad". If her parents haven't burned it yet, there should be a picture in her old room where her dad throws her up into the air, smiling as bright as the sun.
She has always been a bit of a dreamer so at 5 she decided what to do with her life and that was to be a bride. There was no special reason for it. She just happened to watch a marriage advertisement and the life of a married couple enticed her. It'd have been cute if it ended there but she proved to her family how stubborn she was by sticking to the dream to this day... or at least to this morning...
At 7 she met her best friends, a pair of Digimon named Lopmon and Terriermon. They were the Yin and Yang of each other, one too quiet the world wouldn't notice he existed, the other not so quiet the world just gave up telling him to shut up.
She met Terriermon first and played with him the most but he was her brother's Digimon. It wasn't until she met Lopmon that she got over her jealousy watching her brother with Terriermon and formed a bond so strong not even a human-proof firewall in the shed at Shinjuku Park could sever. Lopmon was her world, her everything. His outdated way of speaking grated at her ears but she'd have him no other way.
Now that she thinks about it, she did treat them like dolls more than real people(Digimon). How unfortunate their meeting would end just there, right after defeating the D-Reaper.
The cost of defeating the monstrosity that was D-Reaper, either the Digimon stay and cause more chaos, or the Digimon leave and the world would be at peace. Heh, should. Her world was never the same after they left. The fact her father caused all this? Worse.
At 13 she gathered enough gal to rebel against her parents. She kicked furniture, threw ceramics, pretty much wrecked the house and putting everything Ruki taught her to good use. She got grounded, yes, but it was satisfying.
At 18 after she collected enough money from working as a part-timer cashier and writer, she moved out of her house, the pleas of her mom left unanswered. How is she now Shiuchon wondered. She must be really disappointed how her youngest daughter, her most spoiled daughter, turned out. Jen-niichan, Jaarin-neechan, and Rinchei-niichan. They never did get to see her leave, didn't they? No goodbye at all. It's sad, but no turning back time now.
Leaving alone was tough. She realized just being a writer would only feed her and not the landlady who kept coming to collect rent so she took up more part-time jobs. By then she was proud to say she was a master of multitasking, heheh.
At 20, when her life couldn't get any better because it was so bad something surprisingly pleasant actually happened... and that was finding her true love. Natsuki Makoto, childhood friend, fellow Tamer, everything but welcome in her life hiding away from her past. He wanted to notify her family but she convinced him(with pens and lots of bottles of non-human-stomach-friendly-ink)to not reveal anything about her. She didn't know how it happened but they came to a compromise: she'd let him tell her family how she was doing and in return, he'd support her financially. He was 17. Shiuchon had no idea from what treasure vault that guy pulled out all the money from, but hey, free money. She wasn't complaining.
YOU ARE READING
I Want to Reach You across the Tears
FanfictionLee Shiuchon lies on her deathbed at the young age of 27, only to wake up 20 years younger, in the room she used to sleep in when she was younger. Shadows of her past(future?) looms in the corner of her vision no matter where she goes. Is this her p...