Mixed Point-of Views here. Love story, an Ioryo(Iori/Kyo). short and sweet, because I am so freaking tired. damn bronchitis. too many meds.
Disclaimor: I don't own Digimon. So shut up and listen.
I DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS- YOU NAME IT.
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Kyo Inoue
Kyo looked at Iori longingly. She really did like him. She was twelve and he was ten, people said they were too young for each other. They had known each other long enough for them to know what pleased the other, what the other hated ("Prune juce! YUCK!{lol}). Some said they were like siblings, that it wouldn't be right for them to be together, but hey- that was their problem. They didn't know Iori like Kyo did. He was smart and reliable, the inheritor of Koushiro's and Joe's crests. Kyo had inherited Mimi's and Sora's crests, which made them a perfect match.
Whenever Kyo looked at Iori, she shook with excitement. She knew he was the one she loved. And no matter wat anyone said or did, it would ALWAYS be that way,
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Iori Hida
*How can I ever tell Kyo I love her? I mean, she probably doesn't give a care about me.*
Iori knew he loved Kyo from the minute he knew what the word "love" meant. When Iori looked at her, he got this strange urge to go up to her and give her a big, open-mouthed kiss, even if he had to stand on a chair. He knew they were a perfect match, sincerity and reliablity go together like peanut butter and strawberry jelly (yum!!!). But how to get it off his chest and tell her?
Later…
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Kyo Inoue
I had gotten to the computer room earlier than everyone else, so I decided not to waste any time and practice my clarinet, my recent taking-in. I put it togther(which is a real nuisance, five parts you have to swab, check, and grease) and pulled out my music.
I began to play "The Au Claire de la Lune," a French folk song. It's a pretty song.
When I finished, I heard someone clapping.
I turned, and almost dropped my clarinet. It was Iori. His almond-shaped green eyes were sparkling in the sunlight, and he was smiling.
"Not bad for a beginner," he said. "know any other good ones?"
I blushed, and proceeded in playing him a love song. When I was done, I realized he knew that I was trying to tell him I love you. Just in my own way.
Iori Hida
I knew that song. About a girl who couldn't work up the courage to tell the man she loved that she loved him, so she wrote him a song. I realized the same was true with Kyo and I.
She put the clarinet down.
I nodded, telling her in my eyes.
And finally, my dreams came true. We kissed.
Copyright November 19- November 22, 2000. This story may not be reproduced w/out my permission. It is MY CREATION, and any who say otherwise shall be condemned.
Disclaimor: I don't own Digimon. So shut up and listen.
I DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS- YOU NAME IT.
~~~~~
Kyo Inoue
Kyo looked at Iori longingly. She really did like him. She was twelve and he was ten, people said they were too young for each other. They had known each other long enough for them to know what pleased the other, what the other hated ("Prune juce! YUCK!{lol}). Some said they were like siblings, that it wouldn't be right for them to be together, but hey- that was their problem. They didn't know Iori like Kyo did. He was smart and reliable, the inheritor of Koushiro's and Joe's crests. Kyo had inherited Mimi's and Sora's crests, which made them a perfect match.
Whenever Kyo looked at Iori, she shook with excitement. She knew he was the one she loved. And no matter wat anyone said or did, it would ALWAYS be that way,
~~~~
Iori Hida
*How can I ever tell Kyo I love her? I mean, she probably doesn't give a care about me.*
Iori knew he loved Kyo from the minute he knew what the word "love" meant. When Iori looked at her, he got this strange urge to go up to her and give her a big, open-mouthed kiss, even if he had to stand on a chair. He knew they were a perfect match, sincerity and reliablity go together like peanut butter and strawberry jelly (yum!!!). But how to get it off his chest and tell her?
Later…
~~~~
Kyo Inoue
I had gotten to the computer room earlier than everyone else, so I decided not to waste any time and practice my clarinet, my recent taking-in. I put it togther(which is a real nuisance, five parts you have to swab, check, and grease) and pulled out my music.
I began to play "The Au Claire de la Lune," a French folk song. It's a pretty song.
When I finished, I heard someone clapping.
I turned, and almost dropped my clarinet. It was Iori. His almond-shaped green eyes were sparkling in the sunlight, and he was smiling.
"Not bad for a beginner," he said. "know any other good ones?"
I blushed, and proceeded in playing him a love song. When I was done, I realized he knew that I was trying to tell him I love you. Just in my own way.
Iori Hida
I knew that song. About a girl who couldn't work up the courage to tell the man she loved that she loved him, so she wrote him a song. I realized the same was true with Kyo and I.
She put the clarinet down.
I nodded, telling her in my eyes.
And finally, my dreams came true. We kissed.
Copyright November 19- November 22, 2000. This story may not be reproduced w/out my permission. It is MY CREATION, and any who say otherwise shall be condemned.