Symbols of Undying Love
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon
Summary: When they were six years old, TK left Japan to travel around the world with his parents. He made a promise to Kari that every year, on March 3 he would send her chocolates from wherever he was. But twenty years on, would things be the same?
A/N: this isn't part of the original storyline so bear with me. It's a sweet, fluffy fic based on one of Digimon's cutest couples! TAKARI! I watched this music video/movie thing by this Canto singer and I thought that one of the particular stories was really sweet, so I decided to write about it.
ENJOY!
---- Symbols of Undying Love ----
~ Twenty Years Ago ~
"Aw, Kari, don't cry."
"But - but you're leaving TK!"
The small, blonde haired boy patted her awkwardly on the shoulder and produced, from his school shirt pocket, a small, colourfully wrapped candy. Carefully, he placed it on the desk in front of the crying girl, just within her eyesight. Gradually, her cries became muffled sobs, and then sniffles.
"My mum says that girls don't look pretty when they cry," he said matter-of- factly. "She also said that girls should always smile."
She kept sniffling, rubbing her eyes with her fists furiously. He sighed.
"If you don't stop crying, I'm going to take the candy away."
After that, the mouse-brown haired girl stopped sniffling immediately. She wiped away the tears and stains, before looking up at him with her large, soulful eyes. He motioned to the candy and nodded. She took it from the table slowly, unwrapped it and popped the chocolate into her mouth. Then she flattened the wrapper out onto the table, the colourful side face-up, and saw a large smiley face drawn onto it with a black marker.
"You should smile more," TK told her. "Mum says you look really pretty when you smile."
And she did. It was even more radiant and cheerful than her usual ones and her chocolate brown eyes shone happily. Then it faded slightly.
"But I won't get to see you again," she whispered. "When you go around the world with your mum and dad and big brother, I won't get to see you. I'll miss you TK."
"I'll miss you too, Kari," he said sadly.
Then he looked at the blackboard at the front of the classroom. More precisely, at the date on the board. March 3, 1993. His baby blue eyes lit up as an idea occurred to him. Turning back to Kari, he pointed one hand to the board.
"Why don't we make today, March 3, 'chocolate day'?" he suggested brightly. "I promise you that every year, on this day, I'll send you a BIG -" he spread his little arms out as wide as possible in a childish way of expressing 'big' " - box of chocolates from wherever I am. And my letter will be written on the wrapper of every single chocolate."
"Then it'll be like a puzzle!" she added happily, smiling again. "Okay! But - I still won't be able to see you, will I? You'll still be away."
"I promise that when I grow up and earn lots and lots of money, I'll come back and find you. But you have to wait for me, okay? Pinkie promise?"
She made a noise of agreement while nodding her head furiously and they linked their small pinkies in their own, special, 'pinkie promise'.
~ Twenty Years Later, Kari's POV ~
That was the promise we made each other, March 3, in the year 1993. I still keep my end of the promise, twenty years on, and I have no intention of breaking it. I've waited twenty years for TK and his annual box of chocolates. They've never failed to come and every year, there was a special message, just for me.
But last year was different. I received his box of chocolates, as usual, but instead of the usual messages about his trips around the world, I got a short one. The other chocolate wrappers had nothing on them. I was disappointed, at first, because of the short message. But I began to piece them together all the same. I gathered up the message-wrappers and lay them out in front of me, on the floor. Slowly, the message began to form:
NEXT YEAR, MARCH 3, 2013, WAIT FOR ME TO COME AND MAKE YOU MY WIFE.
My heart skipped a beat. He was going to propose to me next year? Happiness flooded through me and made me all jittery and nervous. This was really happening. TK was coming back and we were going to get married. But my best friend, Yolei, however, was sceptical about the reliability of the message.
"You haven't even SEEN the guy you're going to marry!" She protested.
"I have so!" I retorted. "I knew him when I was six years old!"
"Six years old . . ." she repeated, as if not believing it. "I mean, COME ON, Kari! That's like, what? Nineteen, twenty years ago? What happens if he's grown up to be fat and ugly and disgusting? Would you still marry him?"
"Yes, I would." I think my eyes would have softened. "As long as he's still the same TK I knew when we were at school together, then yes, I would still marry him."
"Ah, you're hopeless!" Yolei sighed.
But I believed that TK would come for me next year and that we would get married and live the rest of our lives happily together, just like we used to. I believed, because TK was my best friend and he'd never broken a single promise he'd made to me. I was going to marry him next year and that was it. That reason alone would have been enough for me.
Because I loved TK, even after twenty years of separation.
---- End of Chapter One ----
A/N: how was the first chapter, nee?
If you liked, REVIEW!
Won't say any more here.
Bittersweet Angel Chika
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon
Summary: When they were six years old, TK left Japan to travel around the world with his parents. He made a promise to Kari that every year, on March 3 he would send her chocolates from wherever he was. But twenty years on, would things be the same?
A/N: this isn't part of the original storyline so bear with me. It's a sweet, fluffy fic based on one of Digimon's cutest couples! TAKARI! I watched this music video/movie thing by this Canto singer and I thought that one of the particular stories was really sweet, so I decided to write about it.
ENJOY!
---- Symbols of Undying Love ----
~ Twenty Years Ago ~
"Aw, Kari, don't cry."
"But - but you're leaving TK!"
The small, blonde haired boy patted her awkwardly on the shoulder and produced, from his school shirt pocket, a small, colourfully wrapped candy. Carefully, he placed it on the desk in front of the crying girl, just within her eyesight. Gradually, her cries became muffled sobs, and then sniffles.
"My mum says that girls don't look pretty when they cry," he said matter-of- factly. "She also said that girls should always smile."
She kept sniffling, rubbing her eyes with her fists furiously. He sighed.
"If you don't stop crying, I'm going to take the candy away."
After that, the mouse-brown haired girl stopped sniffling immediately. She wiped away the tears and stains, before looking up at him with her large, soulful eyes. He motioned to the candy and nodded. She took it from the table slowly, unwrapped it and popped the chocolate into her mouth. Then she flattened the wrapper out onto the table, the colourful side face-up, and saw a large smiley face drawn onto it with a black marker.
"You should smile more," TK told her. "Mum says you look really pretty when you smile."
And she did. It was even more radiant and cheerful than her usual ones and her chocolate brown eyes shone happily. Then it faded slightly.
"But I won't get to see you again," she whispered. "When you go around the world with your mum and dad and big brother, I won't get to see you. I'll miss you TK."
"I'll miss you too, Kari," he said sadly.
Then he looked at the blackboard at the front of the classroom. More precisely, at the date on the board. March 3, 1993. His baby blue eyes lit up as an idea occurred to him. Turning back to Kari, he pointed one hand to the board.
"Why don't we make today, March 3, 'chocolate day'?" he suggested brightly. "I promise you that every year, on this day, I'll send you a BIG -" he spread his little arms out as wide as possible in a childish way of expressing 'big' " - box of chocolates from wherever I am. And my letter will be written on the wrapper of every single chocolate."
"Then it'll be like a puzzle!" she added happily, smiling again. "Okay! But - I still won't be able to see you, will I? You'll still be away."
"I promise that when I grow up and earn lots and lots of money, I'll come back and find you. But you have to wait for me, okay? Pinkie promise?"
She made a noise of agreement while nodding her head furiously and they linked their small pinkies in their own, special, 'pinkie promise'.
~ Twenty Years Later, Kari's POV ~
That was the promise we made each other, March 3, in the year 1993. I still keep my end of the promise, twenty years on, and I have no intention of breaking it. I've waited twenty years for TK and his annual box of chocolates. They've never failed to come and every year, there was a special message, just for me.
But last year was different. I received his box of chocolates, as usual, but instead of the usual messages about his trips around the world, I got a short one. The other chocolate wrappers had nothing on them. I was disappointed, at first, because of the short message. But I began to piece them together all the same. I gathered up the message-wrappers and lay them out in front of me, on the floor. Slowly, the message began to form:
NEXT YEAR, MARCH 3, 2013, WAIT FOR ME TO COME AND MAKE YOU MY WIFE.
My heart skipped a beat. He was going to propose to me next year? Happiness flooded through me and made me all jittery and nervous. This was really happening. TK was coming back and we were going to get married. But my best friend, Yolei, however, was sceptical about the reliability of the message.
"You haven't even SEEN the guy you're going to marry!" She protested.
"I have so!" I retorted. "I knew him when I was six years old!"
"Six years old . . ." she repeated, as if not believing it. "I mean, COME ON, Kari! That's like, what? Nineteen, twenty years ago? What happens if he's grown up to be fat and ugly and disgusting? Would you still marry him?"
"Yes, I would." I think my eyes would have softened. "As long as he's still the same TK I knew when we were at school together, then yes, I would still marry him."
"Ah, you're hopeless!" Yolei sighed.
But I believed that TK would come for me next year and that we would get married and live the rest of our lives happily together, just like we used to. I believed, because TK was my best friend and he'd never broken a single promise he'd made to me. I was going to marry him next year and that was it. That reason alone would have been enough for me.
Because I loved TK, even after twenty years of separation.
---- End of Chapter One ----
A/N: how was the first chapter, nee?
If you liked, REVIEW!
Won't say any more here.
Bittersweet Angel Chika
