So this is my first attempt in a very long time to write a fanfic, so I really hope it goes over ok. I apologise in advance if it full on sucks. It's going to be a three-shot takumi, the reason for the three parts is cause once again, kinda out of practice so hopefully i can get a little feedback before i finish the second and third part. A note though, the first part is pretty internal and narrated, however the second and third part I promise will be far more dialogue oriented so please try not to fall asleep :P So it's more like a two-shot with a really long back story.

Thanks, and hope you enjoy.

All it Took Was Hey

Izumi found herself in a lush field of flowers, the colours brightly gleaming everywhere. She looked down to see herself dressed almost completely in purple, a look she hadn't sported since grade school. There was a light breeze whipping her hair about, she noticed it was the bright yellowy blond her hair used to be. All of a sudden she was hoisted into the air, a pair of butterfly wings on her back 'this...this feels so familiar' she thought to herself. She was flying towards something in the distance; she could vaguely make out a figure. As she came closer and closer a bright glint shone in her face blinding her momentarily. 'what the hell!' she cried as she stopped momentarily to rub her eyes. As she came closer she found the culprit, a pair of large goggles seemed to be perched atop a cap on the figures head. She became more and more intrigued as to who the character was, she started to make out his appearance; a red button up with a yellow shirt underneath, and shorts. She was almost there, she was dying toknow now. Just... a... little

*Beep, beep, beep*

"Shut. Up." She mumbled to her alarm clock. Her hand met her head as she rubbed to top of her hair, she was trying her hardest to remember her dream. Izumi looked at the blue wall of her room while she thought. There was flying, and flowers... she remembered, but she struggled to picture the rest. "Fuck it. I can never remember those things"

She got up out of her bed. Even though she couldn't remember the dream, she felt weirdly awake and peppy. She took it as a sign that it must have been a happy dream, and took it as a sign of a good day. She walked into the bathroom and examined herself in the mirror before completing her morning routine. A twenty four year old Izumi Orimoto stared back at her. From top to bottom she was as different as she could be from the average Japanese woman, the way she had been for as long as she could remember. At five foot seven she was defiantly taller than almost every female co-worker, hell she was taller than half of the guys, especially with heels on. She was thin like most other Asians but her willowy limbs were heavily complemented by a striking hourglass figure. However what really set her apart was her natural blond hair, a gift from her Italian mother. It had become darker over the years and developed some curl to it, but still a radiant natural blond.

After readying herself for work she walked into her kitchen to make herself some coffee and breakfast, only to find to her dismay that she had run out of coffee grounds. And there ends happy day vibe. She inwardly groaned, but resolved to grab her daily dose of caffeine along the way. As she opened the front door on her apartment she caught a glimpse of outside, her eyes hovered over the window as she took in the sight of the city. Tokyo. This was her life, where she spent most of her life, occasionally moving sectors, but always remaining in the city. The hustle and bustle, the thriving business, and the people, this was the heart of her city. She smiled as she walked out and locked the door behind her.

Walking towards Shibuya station was one of her favourite parts of the day, it almost always brought back a wave of nostalgia. Memories began to flood; the digital world, the adventure, and most of all her former comrades. It all seemed like a dream now. A dream...? Whenever she thought of them she felt a pang of guilt. Of all of them J.P. was the only one she ever still kept in contact with, and that was only because he worked in the neighbouring building, they had come upon each other by chance. Throughout her childhood the six of them were almost inseparable; despite the fact they attended different schools. They had a bond that couldn't be broken by any outside force. Inside forces however were a different story.

After high school it was her who had drifted away from everyone. It's my fault were no longer friends. She always hated herself for what she had done to the group, but always tried to remind herself that it was to protect her own heart. It had gotten to the point where it hurt too much to even be near him, Takuya. What had started out as an innocent crush had grown into a full blown heartache by the time they had all graduated.

She thought back to when they were younger, they would joke, laugh, and openly flirt. There was even an incident one Christmas when Kouichi had snuck a piece on mistletoe above the doorway just as the two of them walked through. They kissed, but to her it seemed to last longer than she thought a friendly kiss would. She knew she didn't want it to stop but she remembers it being almost as if he didn't either. Tommy had even made a bet as to when they would start dating. But as time went on, nothing happened, they stilled carried on the way they always had, her heart always begging to be let in. He never made a move, and being the young naive girl that she was, was scared of rejection, even worse, scared of rejection from her best friend. Then he had gotten his first girlfriend, and that was it, her heart was shattered into a million and two pieces. If he had ever liked her as more than a friend, that time had come and gone and she was left standing alone.

She knew she would never get over him if she was always around him, so after they had graduated she began to cut her ties. She didn't mean to cut them with everyone, but they were all so intertwined with each other it couldn't have been helped. Where there was Takuya there was Kouji, the best friend. Their friendship was the strongest and nor hell nor high water would ever break them apart. Of course she couldn't hang out with Kouichi without having Kouji be there half the time, and with Kouji came Takuya. Tommy was practically Takuya's brother, and while J.P. still hung out with them, and her him, he would always note that something was different when he saw the others. It was a difference he couldn't describe but it was something that even thought they were still close, had created tiny rifts between them.

It was working as far as she could tell; he slowly became less and less part of her thoughts and dreams. Dreams... there's that word again. What the hell is it today with me and dreams? And she finally began to feel like she was free from him. She had tried her best to avoid them but it seemed that fate had other plans. Not two years later had she run into Takuya while on her morning commute to her then job. He had grown even taller, and had filled out his shoulders to reveal defined muscles under his t-shirt. He still had an astonishingly handsome face, and smile that could melt the hearts of any girl he wanted. All it took was a simple hello and she began spiral downwards again.

-Flashback-

"Hey! Zoe!"

She hadn't heard her childhood name since school, and it immediately caught her off guard. She turned around to see the one guy she had spent the last two years avoiding.

"Takuya!" her exclamation was startled and she knew it "It's been so long! How are you?"

He pushed his way through the hordes of passengers to get to her, only to wrap her in a giant bear hug. She could feel her legs giving way under her own weight in his embrace.

"It's been going ok, hasn't been the same without you, but I've been coping. How come you never called any of us? Finally got sick of us after all those years?" he joke, his laugh was warm and happy, the way she always remembered it.

She paused, thinking quickly "Ha, you could say that, I couldn't get rid of you guys for seven years, then I finally had my chance and took it" It was meant as a joke back but she could see his expression falter for a moment, and she felt a slight guilt.

"Yeah, but had some good times though, even if you had to put up with us" he flashed another one of his smiles and she felt her heart skip a beat. "But listen I actually have to get off at the next stop, why don't you take my number and text me or give me a call when you're free and we can hang out, chat about old times" With that he pulled out a pad and pen, scribbled down his number and handed it to her. He gave her another hug before leaving "it was really great running into you again" he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and he was gone.

She had debated calling him all afternoon and into the next morning. 'I can do this. I have to prove to myself that I can meet up with him, talk, and not cry like a stupid fucking school girl after'. And with that she picked up her phone and sent him a text.

"Hey it's Izumi, you were right, it was great running into each other. I'm free anytime after 4:30 next week if you want to meet up and grab coffee or something"

After sending it she stared at it for some time, hoping for a reply. 'Obviously he's busy; I can't expect him to have waited around for a call from me.' She put down her phone and left it for the rest of the day, almost scared to pick it up for the rest of the day, scared of what, she had no idea. But when she checked it that night, she still didn't have a reply. 'He's probably still one of those people who just never check their phone. He was like that back in school old habits die hard.' But as the next day went by she had almost given up, and by week's end she had given up, only to find a message from him a full seven days after her own was sent.

"Hey : ) sorry it took so long to reply i've been really busy...but that's no excuse...anyways does Wednesday work for you?

-Taki "

She replied as soon as she read it, even if he hadn't paid her the same courtesy. "Sounds good, where and when?" She felt a little happier after sending it, 'It's time I stopped shutting myself out' she thought.

Wednesday had come and gone without so much as a word from him. She was hurt, but was expecting him to call back with how sorry he was, and some lame excuse as to why he was busy, she was sure of it. A full week had come and gone again, but this time there wasn't any message, call or sign of him at all. Izumi felt a hurt she had never felt before, someone who used to be one of her best friends, someone she was once convinced she was in love with, had just completely blown her off without any reason. 'If he didn't want to ever see me again, he shouldn't have ever given me his number, he shouldn't have replied to my first message, he should have never said hello in the first place' that night she cried herself to sleep. She cried not because of a crush he had or thought she had, but because she knew she had just lost a friend, one of her first friends, one who didn't even care about her anymore. It was the last time she ever cried about him again.

-End flashback-

She had long since pushed him to the back of her mind. She was over and done with him and moved on. She had a great job, friends, and a couple boyfriends at one point or another.

The normally thirty minute walk had flown by and she was now standing at the coffee house at the bottom of the train station. 'I haven't thought about him in years...why today?' today was weird to say the least, while she had often dwelled on memories on her walk to Shabuya station, it was never this deep. She quickly walked up to the counter and placed her order, realising she was running late. As she was about to grab her coffee, she heard a voice that made her heart drop to the pit of her stomach.

"Hey! Zoe!"

You have got to be kidding me!

So, let me know what you thought

If you thought it boring as hell , let me know that too. The second part is mostly written, but I defiantly want to do a bit of editing as well as finishing it before I posting.