Disclaimer: sadly I do not own digimon, but I am content with the outcome slightly
I feel terrible that I did not update this story anytime soon that is until now. I changed the whole story from how I originally wanted it. I hope y'all enjoy it. And by the way, italicized words r the person's thoughts while the underlined words are the character's darkness to say the least. Also the characters in this fic are about 2 years older maybe less.
Prologue
Takeru's POV
The roaring, crashing waves pummel the sand as the water withdraws after each wave. The smell of the salty air relaxes my nerves. It was here where I had confessed my feelings for Hikari. Although I had confessed it in the Digital World, it feels as though I had confessed it here. Why hadn't I fallen through to telling her I love her? I just covered it up when I had let it slipped accidentally. Does she really know how I fell? I bear the crest of hope yet it seems so hopeless to even try to tell her how I truly feel. I'm a coward! I'm too afraid of losing her. I cherish her as my best friend… possibly more. Looking towards the ocean with his crest in his hand he longs there to be hope between Hikari and himself.
"Takeru!" yelled Hikari, from a distance waving her hand. Her smile radiated an impulse in Takeru. The sight of her pearly white teeth and down-to-earth radiance always melted his depression, urging him to smile and wave.
"Oh hi Hikari-chan!" uttered Takeru as she was racing towards him.
"Hey, why are you all alone here at the beach? I thought you were going to meet us at Sora's place?" questioned Hikari.
"Uhhh… you see, I was on my way to Sora's house, but then I stumbled onto the beach and it reminded me of you" replied takeru "by the way why are you here?"
"Looking for you silly, why else would I be here," responded Hikari.
"Hey since I missed our get-together, why won't you tell me what I missed," offered Takeru.
"Sure but lets go get something to eat," replied Hikari.
"Sure," nodded Takeru.
As they were walking down the sidewalk, the sun had already begun to set. The sun's reflection upon the ocean gave a sparkling appearance on Hikari. Even as the sun sets, her beauty shines outlining her whole body. This feels so right and the setting feels so perfect, I have to tell her how I feel. Are you kidding me?! You'll never be able to get together with her, she's your best friend she only thinks of you merely as her best friend. SHUT UP! I know we're friends but I want to be more than a friend to her. It's hopeless, don't even bother. Maybe you're right. As much as I want to believe that we can be more than friends, sometimes dreams can't be reality.
"Takeru-kun?" asked Hikari, "are you alright you haven't said anything since we left the beach?"
"Huh? Oh, yea I'm okay I was just thinking," uttered Takeru.
"What were you thinking about?" questioned Hikari.
About us. "Nothing in particular," replied Takeru.
Maybe if we weren't friends it would be easier to establish a relationship. Those amber brown hair and lusciously ruby eyes are so incredibly beautiful. UGGGH! I shouldn't be second-guessing all the time!
"Actually, I was thinking if… uhhmmm…" stammered Takeru.
"Huh? It's beginning to pour rain Takeru," Hikari replied acting panicked, "we should head for shelter."
Great, right when I was going to ask her out Mother Nature had to interrupt! "Here, get under my vest Hikari-chan" insisted Takeru, taking off his vest and using it as an umbrella running towards shelter. As they headed for shelter rain was pouring harder and harder. They took cover under a building as their clothes were soaking wet from the rain, Takeru's vest wasn't very effective at protecting them. Freezing from their cold soaking clothes Hikari and Takeru began to hug each other for warmth.
I know we've hugged before but her warm body is rather pleasant. God, I wish we were together. Both knew they were hugging and began to look at each other and it gave each other an awkward feeling. They were in front of a restaurant and they were only staring at each other trying to comprehend their feelings.
TO BE CONTINUED