Disclaimer: Hello everybody! I just want to tell the world that I do not own Digimon! If I did, there would be several things I would have done, but they aren't important right now. What is important is this fic you are about to read! It's strictly Takari, so if you don't like it, scream and run away! (j/k I think) R&R please!

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Italics: thinking



Happily Ever After


Kari ran her fingers through her long brown hair. She singled out a section and braided it, noting how strands of grey worked their way into the brown.

In the distance, she could see her son, Akira, playing soccer with another boy in the field. I was like that, so young and care-free. That was before the divorce though. Kari sighed, and settled her thin frame more comfortably on the swing.



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Mom, Mom! Akira's voice, loud and excited, woke Kari up.

I want you to meet Katsuro. He's in my class at school. A small blonde boy, smiled shyly and introduced himself.

Hi, Ms. Kamiya. I'm Katsuro Takaishi.

Hello Katsuro, I've heard a lot about you, Kari said gently, Where are your parents? I'd like to meet them. He looks so familiar...

Okay, let me get Dad, Katsuro ran towards a blonde man seated on a bench, and dragged him over to the swing set.

Whoa Katsuro! What's going on?! Kari could hear the man protesting as he ran stooped over, and clutching a spiral notebook in his free hand.

Ms. Kamiya, this is my dad, Katsuro smiled and his father extended his hand.

Hello, I'm T.K. Takaishi. Pleased to meet you.

Kari shook his outstretched hand, I'm Kari Kamiya.

At the same time they both realized who the other was, and the result was, Tkari Takamiya?!

Kari found that she had to sit down very quickly, and missing the swing by a mile, found herself inelegantly sprawled on the gravel.


Sheepishly, Kari giggled, and looked up into T.K.'s familiar face, silently begging for a hand up. He understood, and, like the gentleman he was, oblidged.

I'm so happy that we finally met up again Kari! I missed you! T.K. smiled, and in a lower voice, continued, I have some important things to talk to you about that can't be discussed right now.

I know exactly what you mean, Kari whispered.

As their parents laughed and catted, Akira and Katsuro looked from one to the other, then at each other, over and over again.

Finally, Akira remarked, The way they talk, you'd think they've know each other since they were kids!

Katsuro replied, I think they might have. In the books my dad wrote, there is a girl named Kari Kamiya. She must be the same person! Cool!

Yeah. Does your dad talk about Mom often? Mom never mentions your dad, Akira said thoughtfully.

He seems to say something about her every second sentence! Puzzled, Katsuro continued, But that's the exact opposite of your mom. Weird...



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A/N: What do you think so far? Does Katsuro need a new name? Please review and tell me!