We�re a Miracle

written by Shaun Garin

Digimon is owned by Toei and Saban and a whole heap
of other people.

This is something totally different from what I ususally do.
I must slap a tag on here but I don�t know what to classify
this one as.

This is set in the Another World era, about a year after
the last part of the Digimon Movie. And yes, I AM a
Miyako fan.

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School Dance.

A time for celebration amongst people.

Miyako never did like School Dances, simply because, she
couldn�t dance. All her life, whenever she went to one,
she would be near the bleachers, watching the others
dance away.

Tonight, she watched her friends dance amongst the crowd.
There was Takeru and Hikari, Takeru resplended in a midnight
blue tuxedo and Hikari in a dress that shimmered with pink
highlights amongst the white material.

Daisuke and Ken were at the other end, chatting animatedly,
the pair fast friends for a long time since the events in the
Digital World almost a year ago. Daisuke was able to get
Ken in even though he went to another school.

Iori was nowhere in sight since he was still in a younger
grade, and wasn�t allowed in the dance. But he was
admittedly looking forward to his first dance.

Miyako sighed and sipped at her punch. She was dressed
in a red dress with pumps and her hair styled with glittering
stars much like Mimi. She sighed as couples mingled
around the room.

Just then, a young teen leaned against the wall she was
standing next to. He looked at her and said in a non
commital voice, �Hi.�

�Hi.�

The young teen nodded. �Nice night.�

�If you like Dances,� Miyako said, stirring her drink with a
tilt of the cup.

�I don�t care much for Dances,� the teen said, sighing.
�I don�t know how to dance.�

�Me neither,� Miyako said. Then, she remembered her
manners. �I�m Miyako.�

�Hiro.� The pair shook hands as they watched the others
out on the floor. �It must be nice, being able to dance.
I never had the co-ordination to do it.�

�Tripping over your own feet?� Miyako asked. At his nod,
she smiled. �Me too.�

�Guess no one�s perfect these days,� Hiro said with a
chuckle.

Soon, the last dance of the night was announced as Hiro
sighed. �Say, you want to try and dance? I know I�m not
good at it but... still...�

Miyako shrugged and smiled, taking his hand. �Sure, why
not?�

The last song of the night was a slow song. The pair 
eased into the slow beat. Halfway through, Hiro chuckled. 
�Funny, I never moved this well. You sure you can�t 
dance?�

�You sure YOU can�t dance?� The pair shared a chuckle
as they moved together to the beat of the song.

Across the way, Daisuke raised an eyebrow. �Hey Ken, 
check it out, Miyako�s actually dancing.�

�That�s more than we can say we did,� Ken said with 
a small grin.

�True, true.� The pair shared a chuckle.

�They look like a cute couple,� Hikari said, watching the 
pair dance, unknowning that the crowd had parted 
around them as they moved around like in a ballroom 
waltz, turning, twisting, and moving to the beat.

�Yeah, both wears glasses, and surprisingly, they�re 
not tripping over their own feet. Wonder who the guy 
is though.� Takeru said.

Soon, the song died to a close as they parted, amidst
clapping of the whole room. Miyako blushed as she was
lead to the wall where Hiro turned to her. �That was
a good dance... thank you.�

�No, thank you. I had more fun tonight than I could
imagine.� Miyako smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
�Thanks.�

Hiro blushed as he nodded. �As you wish. I guess... 
the dance is over. Maybe I�ll see you again 
sometime.... but...� He trailed off as he sighed. �Miyako
there�s something I have to tell you....�

�What is it?� Miyako asked, confused.

�I�m.... I don�t know how to explain this....� He then
looked at her wide eyed expectant look. Then, all the
words came out in a rush. �I�mnothuman,I�msorry� He 
ran out the door, the whole group watching him leave 
curiously.

Daisuke turned to Miyako accusingly. �Did you say 
something Miyako?�

�No, he told me... he wasn�t Human....�

�What could that mean?� Takeru asked.

�He could be a Vampire,� Daisuke said, and got 
elbowed in the stomach.

�Knock it off Daisuke,� Ken snapped. �This is serious.�

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The window slid open and Hiro slipped into the room.
He sighed and turned to the shadowy presence in the
room. �Thanks for the loan of the body... but I just 
can�t do it. You�re, well....�

The shadowed figure nodded, smiling. �Don�t worry,
things have a tendancy to work out. Mind giving me
back my body now?�

Hiro nodded and glowed, the pair switching energies.

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�Poromon, I�m home,� Miyako said, loosing her hair
from the braid it was in.

The little In-training Digimon awoke and fluttered up
to Miyako. �Hi Miyako, how was the Dance?�

Miyako smiled as she collapsed on the bed. �Ah,
wonderful. I met this cute guy. But...�

�What is it Miyako?� Poromon inquired.

�He said... he wasn�t Human. Do you think he could
be a Digimon of some sort?�

�Possibly.�

Miyako stretched and yawned. �I�m going to bed. Can
you switch off the light Poromon?�

�As you wish.�

Suddenly, the words clicked into her mind as she
sat up quickly, staring at Poromon, jaw a meter open.
�Poromon!�

�Yes Miyako?� the little Digimon said.

�You were Hiro!�

Poromon shook his head. �No, just the body. I 
needed to help someone.�

�Who?�

�Me.�

Miyako looked over to see a young man with the same
sandy brown hair and glasses. Her eyes widened to
the size of saucers as she gasped out, �Hiro? How...
you�re TRANSPARENT!�

�Yeah, and I�ve been dead for years.� Hiro wiped
away tears. �I�ve been meaning to tell you Miyako.�

�Tell me what?�

�You know that your parents were told a kid died
in this apartment from a broken heart? Well, that
kid... was me. My name is Hiro. Hiro Masaki.�

�Oh my....� Miyako got up and walked over to him,
reaching out. Her hand passed through his. �And you
are... really dead?�

Hiro chuckled. �I like calling it... being living impaired.�

�Then how did you come to the Dance? And why
me?�

Hiro�s gaze took a faraway look. �My... fiancee
looked a lot like you when I was younger. But I saw
her gunned down by a gang of thugs. I died that same
night, not of gunshot wounds, but of a broken heart.
Her name... was Miyako.� At this, Miyako gasped.
�I asked Poromon to loan me his body so I can see
you and tell you what I need to join the afterlife.�

�What is it? Please tell me.�

�I wish... to be loved. Once more.�

Miyako smiled as she turned to Poromon. �Can you
loan him your body again Poromon?�

�Sure Miyako.�

In a flash, Hiro stood, back in his tuxedo. Miyako then
came up, took his head in her hands and kissed him
passonately, tongue darting into his mouth. Hiro�s 
eyes flew open in shock as she released him. �Wow.... 
that was.... incredible. I don�t remember her doing 
things like that.�

�It�s called French kissing,� Miyako said, leading him
to the bed, �there�s a lot of things I have to show you 
tonight.�

Hours later, Miyako sighed as she played with a few
strands of hair on Hiro�s head. �I wish you didn�t
have to leave Hiro.�
�It�s time for this soul to return to heaven. Look
at it this way, you don�t have to worry about Teen
Pregancy this way.� The pair chuckled as Hiro
got up and was instantly clothed in the same
tuxedo. �I guess... this is goodbye.�

Miyako nodded as she kissed him once more. �One
more for the road, just so that you don�t get lost
on the way. Find your Miyako, she�s probably
waiting for you.�

�Thank you.� In a flash, Poromon bounced on the
floor.

�You okay Miyako?� he asked her.

�Yeah, I�m alright Poromon. Lets get some sleep
before I check something out tommorow.�

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Miyako wandered the graveyard. Sometimes, it felt
peaceful, sometimes, she felt creeped out at the
place. Today, it seemed like heaven was residing
in the open air place.

She wandered the stones until she came upon the
stone she wanted. Out of her backpack came a
scarf with a bundle of flowers. The headstone read,
*Hiro Masaki. 1978-1990. May his soul join
his loved one in heaven.*

Miyako wiped away a tear as she laid the flowers
on the tombstone. �Hope you find her Hiro.�


Fins.


Authors notes : I don�t usually write sad stories
but today, I was just so damn emotional. I guess
when you loose someone, it sticks with you for
the rest of your life. Guess I had to get this off
my chest somehow.

Why Miyako? Well, she�s the most emotional one
of the group, with the Digieggs of Love and
Sincerity. She certianly deserves to be loved and
to help someone who needs it.

And if you wish to know what was the songs that
were involved within this writing, they were
Christina Aguilera�s �We�re A Miracle� and
Midnight Sons �If Only Tears Could Bring You
Back.� 

Remember, if you loose someone, remember them.
I certianly haven�t forgotten my loved ones.

Shaun Garin - Feb 21 �01

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