Now or Never
Hey lo peeps. I'm writing this new fic with all the chapters you want which means there will be cliffhangers. Anyway, haven't been writing for some time and to the peeps that reviewed my other fics, Thanx. This fic is dedicated to shark man a.k.a. Calvin because he really needs to finish or even start his dark Takari song fic to Dido like he promised. Cuz, if you don't… well you don't need to know…
Disclaimer: It is very unfortunate to announce that the author of this story (me!) does not own Toei Animation, Digimon, Fox Kids or any of its associates cuz if I did, certain divisions of those companies would get a BIG boppin' from my mallet not to mention that Daisuke would have already died a very gory death. BTW, Daisuke becomes a (get this!) Noodle Stand Guy in the epilogue. Talk about a L-O-S-E-R! On with the story!
It was dark. A cool breeze swept through the lonely park as the fluttering petals of faltering sakura blossoms danced in the air. The shadow of a large willow tree blocked the shafted beam of moonlight over a park bench. A little creek that flowed through the grassy area was almost still, as if enchanted by a magical spell. The silent and lonely night settled in as it was waiting for the dawning of the sun to engulf it. Finally, it did, and the only difference about the park was that there was colour. Full, alive and breathing colour of life.
Hikari sat in her room, the sanctuary away from the world, disdainfully looking at a picture. It was so fake and surreal but it was a picture of her and Takeru taken at the age of twelve. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Maybe she had been wrong all along. She felt so alone because her brother Tai had moved away. Gone into college life with Sora Takenouchi.
At age 18, Hikari was going to have to make a future deciding decision. She would either have to go to Canada to take a Teaching Degree or to go to the United States to get a PhD. It wasn't fair Hikari had told herself, but then again, nothing was fair.
She walked over to her window and opened it up for some fresh air. Summer was fast reclining and autumn was in the air. Sighing, she decided she needed to talk to Takeru, her best friend for a very long time. They had gone to the senior prom together, but only as friends. They had eaten numerous meals together, but only as friends. Satoru and Miyako would join in occasionally but it was evident they had already fallen in love. A fragile and delicate piece of belonging to each other that could break as easily as silence is broken. Hikari felt a pang of sadness overwhelm her heavily weighed soul. It was just too much to take and she wanted to escape from the torment. Because Takeru meant so much to her, he would be the one to know first. She didn't want to tell Daisuke and the others yet because Takeru was the best at keeping these kinds of secrets. Drawing up all her courage, she picked up her aqua blue portable telephone and pressed the numbers slowly.
"B-B-B-B-R-R-R-R-I-I-I-I-N-N-N-N-G-G-G-G!!"
Takeru broke out of his deep thinking and paced over to the telephone receiver.
"Moshi moshi."
"Konnichiwa Takeru. It's me Hikari,"
"Konnichiwa Hikari. What's up?"
"Well, there's something I really need to tell you and it's really bothering me. Can you meet me at the park in 15 minutes?"
"Sure. I hope it's not too serious. See you there,"
"Ok, bye,"
The click of the receiver and the phone was dead. Takeru was concerned about Hikari. She sounded pretty depressed. He just hoped it had nothing concerning Daisuke. Takeru admitted Daisuke wasn't that bad but he seriously wasn't the best either. Rather a creep to Hikari and an immature rival to Takeru not to mention a nuisance to both of them. He paced to his room shutting the door behind him. Opening his closet, Takeru was trying to fish out decent clothes. His room was clean but he just didn't have a thing for a closet full of unsoiled clothes.
Hikari thought to herself 'How could I do this to him? He's so kind and concerned I don't know if I can hurt him like this.' But she knew inside, that she had to, because it was now, or never. Slowly, she put on her coat and stepped outside of her home apartment into the crisp autumn air. Adjusting her hat, Hikari made her was down to the Odaiba Park. She saw Takeru waiting for her at a lonely wooden bench. They embraced for a short and friendly hug as Hikari sat down.
"Takeru, thanks for coming."
"No problem Hikari. You know I'm only a telephone call away."
"Thanks. You're one great friend. Sigh."
"What's the matter Hikari?"
"Well, you know I have to choose a University now for my education in my specialized courses of postgraduate work in either Pharmacy or Teaching? Well… I have to take one of them and both of them are in North America." Hikari blurted out as she burst into tears crying on her friend's shoulder. Takeru knew some how that this was coming. He gently stroked Hikari's hair comforting her.
"I know Hikari. I just wanted you to tell me that it wasn't true, that you weren't going to go away and slip away from my grasp. You've been my friend for so long that I don't want to let you fly away, like a bird."
"I didn't want it to be like this but none of the Universities in Japan accepted me because they were full. There were so many students signing up for these courses and I just didn't make the list. Please don't tell the others yet Takeru. I haven't told them because I knew that you should know first. Other than my family, nobody knows."
"I won't, I promise. I just hope this isn't a mistake."
They discussed about their lives quietly until they had been talking for a full half an hour already.
Takeru walked home with Hikari fishing a clean tissue out of his jacket pocket. He dropped her off and walked home, shoulders slumped and soul damaged. Calling his brother, Yamato, maybe would be of some comfort to find some love advice. Taking the elevator up to his apartment, Takeru turned the metal key in the lock and pushed the door open. His mother wasn't home yet, probably still working on one of her latest newspaper articles. She was the author of several well-written articles on Myotismon, the Heighten View Terrace Incidents and how Oikawa was intertwined with Malomyotismon. Placing his keys on the front table, he flopped down on the couch and grabbed the portable telephone. Takeru dialed Yamato's number with ease.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Yamato, it's your pipsqueak brother Takeru. Major issues, this can't wait."
"Hey bro, what's up?" replied Yamato
"Arg. I'm so frustrated. How do you tell someone you care for them when they are going away in like two weeks?"
"I see. Could this certain someone possibly be…ahem…Hikari Kamiya?"
"Um, never mind that. Just tell me what to do!!"
"Well, you could take her out to dinner and tell her, go to the movies and tell her, go to my concert and tell her. Is that enough yet?"
"Those choices are so not original. I want to do something special!"
"Special eh? How about…the beach? That's someplace special!"
"Well, a moonlight stroll would be interesting…I'll consider it. Thanks. Now another problem, I don't want to give her a simple present. What should I give her?"
"Sorry bro, can't help you there. You'll have to think about it yourself because you can find out what she's looking for."
"Arigatou onii-sama,"
"Pu-leeze, don't be so formal! Sayonara!"
A little while later, Hikari called Miyako for some insight on her problem. She wasn't going to tell Miyako she was going away yet, only the problem that Takeru and her weren't meant to be.
"Moshi moshi."
"Kunbanwa Miyako. Sorry for calling you so late. I needed someone to confide in."
"Nee, I wasn't going to bed yet for like another hour. I'm talking to Satoru on ICQ."
"I see. Well, do you think Takeru cares for me? I have feelings for him you know and sometimes being in the stage of adolescence makes me feel really fat, ugly, and imperfect."
"Nani? You imperfect? You fat and ugly? I should be the one complaining. Anyway, I definitely think Takeru likes you and the way you flirt with him in front of Daisuke makes it miru like you guys are a couple or something. Believe me, he does and someday…"
"Someday what?"
"Never mind but just relax and have a good night's rest ok? I kind of have an exam two days from today and Satoru's helping me review. Just relax okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Arigatou. Sayonara."
Doko ni mo Hikari went, she was somehow reminded she had to go in two weeks. That night, Hikari lay in bed staring up at the empty ceiling. It would be one of her few days left here in this apartment. From under her bed, Hikari produced a Sony Walkman and listened to one of her tapes. Music was comforting at times like these. Slowly, the tune lulled her to a plagued sleep with unsettling dreams.
Annoying Digimon Narrator: Will Takeru take Yamato's advice and will Hikari ever find peace with herself? Find out next time on Digimon, Digital Monsters.
(A/N): Please R&R to tell me how you liked it, whether I should continue or not and other couples I should put in. Thanx!
Hey lo peeps. I'm writing this new fic with all the chapters you want which means there will be cliffhangers. Anyway, haven't been writing for some time and to the peeps that reviewed my other fics, Thanx. This fic is dedicated to shark man a.k.a. Calvin because he really needs to finish or even start his dark Takari song fic to Dido like he promised. Cuz, if you don't… well you don't need to know…
Disclaimer: It is very unfortunate to announce that the author of this story (me!) does not own Toei Animation, Digimon, Fox Kids or any of its associates cuz if I did, certain divisions of those companies would get a BIG boppin' from my mallet not to mention that Daisuke would have already died a very gory death. BTW, Daisuke becomes a (get this!) Noodle Stand Guy in the epilogue. Talk about a L-O-S-E-R! On with the story!
It was dark. A cool breeze swept through the lonely park as the fluttering petals of faltering sakura blossoms danced in the air. The shadow of a large willow tree blocked the shafted beam of moonlight over a park bench. A little creek that flowed through the grassy area was almost still, as if enchanted by a magical spell. The silent and lonely night settled in as it was waiting for the dawning of the sun to engulf it. Finally, it did, and the only difference about the park was that there was colour. Full, alive and breathing colour of life.
Hikari sat in her room, the sanctuary away from the world, disdainfully looking at a picture. It was so fake and surreal but it was a picture of her and Takeru taken at the age of twelve. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Maybe she had been wrong all along. She felt so alone because her brother Tai had moved away. Gone into college life with Sora Takenouchi.
At age 18, Hikari was going to have to make a future deciding decision. She would either have to go to Canada to take a Teaching Degree or to go to the United States to get a PhD. It wasn't fair Hikari had told herself, but then again, nothing was fair.
She walked over to her window and opened it up for some fresh air. Summer was fast reclining and autumn was in the air. Sighing, she decided she needed to talk to Takeru, her best friend for a very long time. They had gone to the senior prom together, but only as friends. They had eaten numerous meals together, but only as friends. Satoru and Miyako would join in occasionally but it was evident they had already fallen in love. A fragile and delicate piece of belonging to each other that could break as easily as silence is broken. Hikari felt a pang of sadness overwhelm her heavily weighed soul. It was just too much to take and she wanted to escape from the torment. Because Takeru meant so much to her, he would be the one to know first. She didn't want to tell Daisuke and the others yet because Takeru was the best at keeping these kinds of secrets. Drawing up all her courage, she picked up her aqua blue portable telephone and pressed the numbers slowly.
"B-B-B-B-R-R-R-R-I-I-I-I-N-N-N-N-G-G-G-G!!"
Takeru broke out of his deep thinking and paced over to the telephone receiver.
"Moshi moshi."
"Konnichiwa Takeru. It's me Hikari,"
"Konnichiwa Hikari. What's up?"
"Well, there's something I really need to tell you and it's really bothering me. Can you meet me at the park in 15 minutes?"
"Sure. I hope it's not too serious. See you there,"
"Ok, bye,"
The click of the receiver and the phone was dead. Takeru was concerned about Hikari. She sounded pretty depressed. He just hoped it had nothing concerning Daisuke. Takeru admitted Daisuke wasn't that bad but he seriously wasn't the best either. Rather a creep to Hikari and an immature rival to Takeru not to mention a nuisance to both of them. He paced to his room shutting the door behind him. Opening his closet, Takeru was trying to fish out decent clothes. His room was clean but he just didn't have a thing for a closet full of unsoiled clothes.
Hikari thought to herself 'How could I do this to him? He's so kind and concerned I don't know if I can hurt him like this.' But she knew inside, that she had to, because it was now, or never. Slowly, she put on her coat and stepped outside of her home apartment into the crisp autumn air. Adjusting her hat, Hikari made her was down to the Odaiba Park. She saw Takeru waiting for her at a lonely wooden bench. They embraced for a short and friendly hug as Hikari sat down.
"Takeru, thanks for coming."
"No problem Hikari. You know I'm only a telephone call away."
"Thanks. You're one great friend. Sigh."
"What's the matter Hikari?"
"Well, you know I have to choose a University now for my education in my specialized courses of postgraduate work in either Pharmacy or Teaching? Well… I have to take one of them and both of them are in North America." Hikari blurted out as she burst into tears crying on her friend's shoulder. Takeru knew some how that this was coming. He gently stroked Hikari's hair comforting her.
"I know Hikari. I just wanted you to tell me that it wasn't true, that you weren't going to go away and slip away from my grasp. You've been my friend for so long that I don't want to let you fly away, like a bird."
"I didn't want it to be like this but none of the Universities in Japan accepted me because they were full. There were so many students signing up for these courses and I just didn't make the list. Please don't tell the others yet Takeru. I haven't told them because I knew that you should know first. Other than my family, nobody knows."
"I won't, I promise. I just hope this isn't a mistake."
They discussed about their lives quietly until they had been talking for a full half an hour already.
Takeru walked home with Hikari fishing a clean tissue out of his jacket pocket. He dropped her off and walked home, shoulders slumped and soul damaged. Calling his brother, Yamato, maybe would be of some comfort to find some love advice. Taking the elevator up to his apartment, Takeru turned the metal key in the lock and pushed the door open. His mother wasn't home yet, probably still working on one of her latest newspaper articles. She was the author of several well-written articles on Myotismon, the Heighten View Terrace Incidents and how Oikawa was intertwined with Malomyotismon. Placing his keys on the front table, he flopped down on the couch and grabbed the portable telephone. Takeru dialed Yamato's number with ease.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Yamato, it's your pipsqueak brother Takeru. Major issues, this can't wait."
"Hey bro, what's up?" replied Yamato
"Arg. I'm so frustrated. How do you tell someone you care for them when they are going away in like two weeks?"
"I see. Could this certain someone possibly be…ahem…Hikari Kamiya?"
"Um, never mind that. Just tell me what to do!!"
"Well, you could take her out to dinner and tell her, go to the movies and tell her, go to my concert and tell her. Is that enough yet?"
"Those choices are so not original. I want to do something special!"
"Special eh? How about…the beach? That's someplace special!"
"Well, a moonlight stroll would be interesting…I'll consider it. Thanks. Now another problem, I don't want to give her a simple present. What should I give her?"
"Sorry bro, can't help you there. You'll have to think about it yourself because you can find out what she's looking for."
"Arigatou onii-sama,"
"Pu-leeze, don't be so formal! Sayonara!"
A little while later, Hikari called Miyako for some insight on her problem. She wasn't going to tell Miyako she was going away yet, only the problem that Takeru and her weren't meant to be.
"Moshi moshi."
"Kunbanwa Miyako. Sorry for calling you so late. I needed someone to confide in."
"Nee, I wasn't going to bed yet for like another hour. I'm talking to Satoru on ICQ."
"I see. Well, do you think Takeru cares for me? I have feelings for him you know and sometimes being in the stage of adolescence makes me feel really fat, ugly, and imperfect."
"Nani? You imperfect? You fat and ugly? I should be the one complaining. Anyway, I definitely think Takeru likes you and the way you flirt with him in front of Daisuke makes it miru like you guys are a couple or something. Believe me, he does and someday…"
"Someday what?"
"Never mind but just relax and have a good night's rest ok? I kind of have an exam two days from today and Satoru's helping me review. Just relax okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Arigatou. Sayonara."
Doko ni mo Hikari went, she was somehow reminded she had to go in two weeks. That night, Hikari lay in bed staring up at the empty ceiling. It would be one of her few days left here in this apartment. From under her bed, Hikari produced a Sony Walkman and listened to one of her tapes. Music was comforting at times like these. Slowly, the tune lulled her to a plagued sleep with unsettling dreams.
Annoying Digimon Narrator: Will Takeru take Yamato's advice and will Hikari ever find peace with herself? Find out next time on Digimon, Digital Monsters.
(A/N): Please R&R to tell me how you liked it, whether I should continue or not and other couples I should put in. Thanx!