off by the end of this chapter.
Midnight Velvet: ^-^ Of course I don't! *Fingers crossed* Joking!
D/c: O.K., here's where we say
We're writing this fic but getting no pay
Digimon don't belong to us
So all you lawyers just hush
(A.K.A: We don't own Digimon)
Lilac: I swear I'll never try it again.
Finally in the Spotlight
~*~*~
Hikari
~*~*~
I knew this day was going to be miserable. I could already tell this
was going to be one of those days where you just want
to bash your head on the coffee table and loose conciousness before
anything else happens. Or at least become so damaged
you couldn't even comprehend the crap going on around you.
From the moment I woke up nothing had gone right. First of all, my cat,
Meeko, had gotten run over when I was 14 and I had
been addicted to cats since then. I got another one that looked similar
to her.
Well, anyway, first, I tripped over her. Head first into the carpet.
I nearly ate it. Then I swore at my cat as she ran for
cover, and then went to make coffee.
Guess what? Yep, you've got it. No coffee left.
Then, I realized something. I was late for work. The alarm clock had
something loose, and had woken me up an hour later
then I was supposed to.
So, I got dressed, applied make up, yada yada and got into the car.
I made it all the way to my office, and then I realized
something. I wasn't wearing any shoes!
Fortunately, one of my gal pals had an extra pair in the office and
let me wear them. Thank god. Then, the day at the
office was basic and total hell.
Whoopee.
So, in order to regain part of my sanity and to get the caffeine buzz
I had missed out on, I went over to a little café. It
was quiet quaint and very lovely.
Great. Like I gave a fuck at this certain point in time. I sighed as
I took a sip of my tea. This was too much. Work was
just getting godly unbearable, my 'friends' were nothing more then
gossipers and annoying whiny brats.
I groaned as I ran my fingers through my hair. This wasn't like me.
I wasn't usually so pessimistic and grouchy. I was
usually nicer, and more understanding. I was the keeper of light, after
all.
I sighed again as I gazed into the black pool of coffee. I knew what
was wrong. Love. All I had really been having for the
last bit was one-night stands with some office workers and various
people I met at bars. I didn't like those kinds of
relationships. I need someone who would hold me close, and whispered
sweet nothings into my ear. I needed someone who I
could come to crying. I needed someone who felt for me past my body.
I groaned. Good luck. All of the good ones are taken or gay.
Takeru. That thought immediately enters my head. I could call him up. He had always had a thing for me.
I immediately shook my head on that one. First of all, I didn't return
the emotion. Second of all, for I knew, he could be
in Tahiti right now. I had lost contact with all the other Digidestined
except for my brother. After that, I really didn't
feel the need to keep in touch with them. Taichi only kept in touch
with Yamato and Sora.
Truth be told, I didn't really miss any of them. Hm. And I wonder how
I got the crest of light. I know it was a mean
comment but I didn't really.
Takeru? He was a close friend, but he was trying to hit on me. It got tiring.
Miyako. She was a whiny brat, now that I think about it. Always googling
after Ken even thought he clearly wasn't
interested. Always whining about something or another. She was
completely boring and had not a brain in her head.
Iroi? I can't say I miss how quiet he was or his 'I know it all' attitude. Other then that, who was he?
Ken Ichijouji. Nope. Stupid little idiot. He was always depressed and
quiet. Made me feel like crap. I don't understand how
Daisuke could stand to hang around him.
Daisuke. Daisuke Motomiya. I smirked as I thought of this name. It really
had been a while since I thought of that name. He
was always following me around, begging for my attention. Loser. He
was exactly like my brother, which was gross. Stupid
copycat. And he was always so cruel to his sister. Bastard.
Yet, there was something about his appearance, his personality…
I shook these thought from my head as I had done Takeru. No. I didn't
love Motomiya, I never had and I never would. That
would be gross…
"Hey, Hikari! Is it really you?" I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned
around and gasped. Even thought the years had done
their toll I still knew who it was. The once short figure now loomed
over me, his wide grin still there, as well as that
certain sparkle in his eyes that seemed to make him him.
Daisuke Motomiya.
O.K., I made Hikari sound waaaaaaaayyyyyyy too bitter but oh well.