My first actual Digimon fanfic. I only did one before this one, called "Brothers of Reliability" which focused on Jou Kido and his brothers. This time, this story is based between the end of Zero Two and the 25 years in the future thing...
~*Looking Ahead*~
*Glimpse Of What Would Be~ A Digimon Fanfic*
The sun was setting into the horizon, making the sky filled with various colours of light and shadow. It was the most beautiful thing that they had ever seen. After all, they were all exhausted from their final showdown in what was part of the digital world.
"So, this is it, huh?" Takeru asked as he wearily walked with his digidestined companions back to their homes. Patamon's wings gave out as he reverted to sitting ontop of Takeru's hat.
They had returned the kids back to their homes, each of them filled with hope in their eyes as they had cradled their digimon partners with them. He never seen the kids so happy; they cradled their digimon as if they held the secrets of life itself. That was a genuine reward on its own.
"I suppose," Iori said sullenly, looking down at Upamon. "It was a pretty rough day, wasn't it, Upamon? Battling Belialvandemon and everything...it must be pretty exhausting."
"We all had an exhausting battle," Ken said softly, patting Leafmon absently with one hand. "But you can say the outcomes are...rewarding..."
Miyako looked at Ken peculiarly. She could see something odd about him; his eyes were gleaming with something that was not there before. He was finally at peace. His past was finally figured out, and now he could move on towards the future...was she in the future?
Ken caught Miyako's gaze and they both blushed, turning away.
"I guess this really is it," Hikari said, Salamon wrapped around her neck, curled fast asleep. She looked positively tired, and Takeru could tell. They all were. But he could particularly see Hikari's strained tension beginning to unwind into exhaustion. She smiled wearily at Takeru, which melted his heart. "I guess now you can really study your mathematics now, Takaishi," she teased.
Takeru groaned. "Yeah, well, Math was never my strength," he retorted.
Ken smiled, reserving whatever thoughts he had of Math.
Iori looked around. "Where's Daisuke?" he asked.
The gang stopped and looked around. Daisuke, the Goggle Boy, was nowhere in site, and nor was his blue Digimon, Veemon. The last they heard from him, Daisuke had fumbled over some large stone and was complaining until their ears went numb.
Takeru groaned beneath his breath. "He was here a moment ago!"
"Daisuke!!!!" Miyako screeched, making the rest of the gang (and their digimon) to cover their ears in the sheer tremour of her voice. "Get your sorry, miserable ass over here before I hunt you down like the dog you really are!!!"
"Oooh," Hikari winced, "harsh."
"I think she's a man beater," Ken whispered to her.
Miyako whirled around and glared down at the shuddering Ken. "Watch it, Ichijouji," she snapped, clutching her fist in agrivation. "I am in a foul mood, and when I'm in a foul mood, I turn INTO the man beater and skin your sorry hide!"
Ken winced, then looked at her. "Miyako...I'm sorry."
Miyako's reddened face flushed. "Ohh...oh, Ken...oh, I'm sorry..."
He rubbed his ears. "Just...do me a favour," he said wryly.
"Anything!" she squealed.
"Don't scream at me, please," he pleaded, wincing.
Miyako blushed intensely. "I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again!"
Hikari giggled and wrapped her arm around Takeru absently, leaning towards him gently, her soft brown hair falling onto his green sleeve. He looked down at her, touched by her gesture. She's really at ease with me, isn't she? he wondered with a strange sensation running down his spine.
"Get your hands off her, Ta-whatever your name is!!!"
They whirled around to see Daisuke and Veemon running towards them. Daisuke lunged out and slammed his bolted fist into Takeru's face. Takeru didn't mean to fall back onto the ground, but the punch was a knocker. His hands scraped on the concrete road and he felt as though he broke a bone or two.
"Daisuke, you baka!" Miyako shouted, slapping him. Hard.
"Daisuke, that was totally uncalled for," Iori said in his dry voice. "It wasn't fair, either."
"Hittin' on my girl is not fair, either," Daisuke said huffily.
"She's not your girl, Daisuke," Ken said coolly. "Everyone knows that."
"Yeah, Motomiya!" Miyako piped in angrily.
Hikari, unaware of what they were talking about, ran towards the fallen Takeru. She bent down and gasped. A bruise was forming on his cheek. Patamon lay a few meters from him, dizzy from the little plundge. Salamon had woken up and leaped over to help him.
"Oh, Takeru," she gasped, lifting her hands to her mouth. "I...oh, gosh, are you okay?" She helped Takeru sit up straight, but he still felt dizzy and came crashing into Hikari's outstretched arms. She wrapped her arms around him, as if protecting him from all the dangers in the world.
At that moment, he felt safe. Utter bliss. He didn't want to let go of her.
"Hikari..." he whispered raggedly. "I..."
"Hikari, stay away from him!" Daisuke screeched from a far.
Takeru looked up at his angel, looking a little confused. She looked down on him and patted him on the head. "I'll handle this, Takeru-chan," she murmured, then glared up at Daisuke. She tried hard not to show any anger as she licked her lips and began to speak. "I am not yours, Daisuke, you just assumed I was. What you did to Takeru was uncalled for, Daisuke, uncalled for! What is it that makes you so mad at him? He's the most gentlest, kindest guy I ever met..." She drew in a breath, giving him a pained look. "I don't like you, why can't you just...accept that?"
It struck Daisuke like a blow to his heart as he staggered back.
"Daisuke, Daisuke!" Veemon called. "Are you alright? Daisuke, answer me."
He was trembling, taking in what Hikari said. He then regained his posture and said icily, "You're missing out on a lot, Yagami, a lot by standing by that Takaishi's side..." He started to walk backwards. "I'm always here, Yagami, always heeeeerrrrreeeee!!!!!" He slipped on his shoelace and started tumbling backwards.
"Daisuke!" Veemon called, running after him.
Hikari turned back to Takeru, who was still seeing stars and prism colours. But most of all, he saw Hikari, glistening, shining like her crest of light. She was so beautiful, more beautiful that the most perfect rose...
"You're going to be okay, Takeru-san, alright?" she cooed gently.
Takeru felt like melting. "H-Hai."
"He did WHAT?!" Yamato shouted, slamming his hands on the table. "We accepted the guy as one of us and this is the thanks we get? I'm gonna get that little punk and---"
"Yamato," Takeru moaned as Hikari dabbed some ice of his cheek, "you said you won't fight anymore. At least not at anyone, anyways. You promised me, remember?" He shrugged sullenly. "Besides, it's no big deal, really."
"No big deal?!" Yamato cried incredulously. "My brother just happens to like hanging around a Yagami girl and he gets knocked out by a jealous guy! That happens to be a big deal, here, Takeru." He sighed, folding his arms together. "Taichi, what do you think we should do?"
Hikari's older brother turned around from the window. He looked calm and relaxed. Takeru expected him to be a little more annoyed at Daisuke for what he did. "I say," he said slowly, his voice growing angrier, "we grab the little smurf and throw him off the bridge!"
Takeru winced. "That sounds like Taichi all right," he commented.
"Taichi..." Hikari began.
"No, Hikari," Taichi said firmly, smacking his fists together. "I had had enough of this. You don't like him and yet he still mopes around you and acts all big and bad around any guy that lays a finger on you. I think he's obsessed and it's about time I show the punk a lesson or two about dealing with a Yagami!"
"Yeah, you go Taichi!" Yamato encouraged softly.
"Yamato," Takeru and Hikari said in unison.
Sora, who had said nothing throughout the entire discussion, walked up to Takeru and Hikari and faced her best friend and her boyfriend. "Your younger siblings are right, you guys," she said gently. "Pounding Motomiya to a bleeding pulp isn't exactly a nice thing to look at."
"It is to us," Yamato said with a hint of enthusiasim.
"It'll make us feel better," Taichi added.
"No one's hurting Daisuke!" Hikari shouted. "The guy may be a little strange at times, but just because he's trying to hit on me doesn't mean you guys should be on his case. Or at least his corpse." She placed a tender hand on Takeru. "As for Takeru-kun..."
"I'll slam Motomiya's face on the wall!" Yamato cried angrily.
"No, Yamato-kun," Sora stated firmly.
Yamato whimpered. "But Sora-kun..." he pleaded.
"No, Yamato," Sora said thinnly. "Let me help you, Hikari."
"Arigatou, Sora," Hikari thanked.
Takeru shrugged as the two guys grumbled over Daisuke and the two girls left to get some more ice. And that's how everything started. It was all over a girl named Hikari.
~End of Chapter~
So what do you think? Please R&R!
~*Looking Ahead*~
*Glimpse Of What Would Be~ A Digimon Fanfic*
The sun was setting into the horizon, making the sky filled with various colours of light and shadow. It was the most beautiful thing that they had ever seen. After all, they were all exhausted from their final showdown in what was part of the digital world.
"So, this is it, huh?" Takeru asked as he wearily walked with his digidestined companions back to their homes. Patamon's wings gave out as he reverted to sitting ontop of Takeru's hat.
They had returned the kids back to their homes, each of them filled with hope in their eyes as they had cradled their digimon partners with them. He never seen the kids so happy; they cradled their digimon as if they held the secrets of life itself. That was a genuine reward on its own.
"I suppose," Iori said sullenly, looking down at Upamon. "It was a pretty rough day, wasn't it, Upamon? Battling Belialvandemon and everything...it must be pretty exhausting."
"We all had an exhausting battle," Ken said softly, patting Leafmon absently with one hand. "But you can say the outcomes are...rewarding..."
Miyako looked at Ken peculiarly. She could see something odd about him; his eyes were gleaming with something that was not there before. He was finally at peace. His past was finally figured out, and now he could move on towards the future...was she in the future?
Ken caught Miyako's gaze and they both blushed, turning away.
"I guess this really is it," Hikari said, Salamon wrapped around her neck, curled fast asleep. She looked positively tired, and Takeru could tell. They all were. But he could particularly see Hikari's strained tension beginning to unwind into exhaustion. She smiled wearily at Takeru, which melted his heart. "I guess now you can really study your mathematics now, Takaishi," she teased.
Takeru groaned. "Yeah, well, Math was never my strength," he retorted.
Ken smiled, reserving whatever thoughts he had of Math.
Iori looked around. "Where's Daisuke?" he asked.
The gang stopped and looked around. Daisuke, the Goggle Boy, was nowhere in site, and nor was his blue Digimon, Veemon. The last they heard from him, Daisuke had fumbled over some large stone and was complaining until their ears went numb.
Takeru groaned beneath his breath. "He was here a moment ago!"
"Daisuke!!!!" Miyako screeched, making the rest of the gang (and their digimon) to cover their ears in the sheer tremour of her voice. "Get your sorry, miserable ass over here before I hunt you down like the dog you really are!!!"
"Oooh," Hikari winced, "harsh."
"I think she's a man beater," Ken whispered to her.
Miyako whirled around and glared down at the shuddering Ken. "Watch it, Ichijouji," she snapped, clutching her fist in agrivation. "I am in a foul mood, and when I'm in a foul mood, I turn INTO the man beater and skin your sorry hide!"
Ken winced, then looked at her. "Miyako...I'm sorry."
Miyako's reddened face flushed. "Ohh...oh, Ken...oh, I'm sorry..."
He rubbed his ears. "Just...do me a favour," he said wryly.
"Anything!" she squealed.
"Don't scream at me, please," he pleaded, wincing.
Miyako blushed intensely. "I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again!"
Hikari giggled and wrapped her arm around Takeru absently, leaning towards him gently, her soft brown hair falling onto his green sleeve. He looked down at her, touched by her gesture. She's really at ease with me, isn't she? he wondered with a strange sensation running down his spine.
"Get your hands off her, Ta-whatever your name is!!!"
They whirled around to see Daisuke and Veemon running towards them. Daisuke lunged out and slammed his bolted fist into Takeru's face. Takeru didn't mean to fall back onto the ground, but the punch was a knocker. His hands scraped on the concrete road and he felt as though he broke a bone or two.
"Daisuke, you baka!" Miyako shouted, slapping him. Hard.
"Daisuke, that was totally uncalled for," Iori said in his dry voice. "It wasn't fair, either."
"Hittin' on my girl is not fair, either," Daisuke said huffily.
"She's not your girl, Daisuke," Ken said coolly. "Everyone knows that."
"Yeah, Motomiya!" Miyako piped in angrily.
Hikari, unaware of what they were talking about, ran towards the fallen Takeru. She bent down and gasped. A bruise was forming on his cheek. Patamon lay a few meters from him, dizzy from the little plundge. Salamon had woken up and leaped over to help him.
"Oh, Takeru," she gasped, lifting her hands to her mouth. "I...oh, gosh, are you okay?" She helped Takeru sit up straight, but he still felt dizzy and came crashing into Hikari's outstretched arms. She wrapped her arms around him, as if protecting him from all the dangers in the world.
At that moment, he felt safe. Utter bliss. He didn't want to let go of her.
"Hikari..." he whispered raggedly. "I..."
"Hikari, stay away from him!" Daisuke screeched from a far.
Takeru looked up at his angel, looking a little confused. She looked down on him and patted him on the head. "I'll handle this, Takeru-chan," she murmured, then glared up at Daisuke. She tried hard not to show any anger as she licked her lips and began to speak. "I am not yours, Daisuke, you just assumed I was. What you did to Takeru was uncalled for, Daisuke, uncalled for! What is it that makes you so mad at him? He's the most gentlest, kindest guy I ever met..." She drew in a breath, giving him a pained look. "I don't like you, why can't you just...accept that?"
It struck Daisuke like a blow to his heart as he staggered back.
"Daisuke, Daisuke!" Veemon called. "Are you alright? Daisuke, answer me."
He was trembling, taking in what Hikari said. He then regained his posture and said icily, "You're missing out on a lot, Yagami, a lot by standing by that Takaishi's side..." He started to walk backwards. "I'm always here, Yagami, always heeeeerrrrreeeee!!!!!" He slipped on his shoelace and started tumbling backwards.
"Daisuke!" Veemon called, running after him.
Hikari turned back to Takeru, who was still seeing stars and prism colours. But most of all, he saw Hikari, glistening, shining like her crest of light. She was so beautiful, more beautiful that the most perfect rose...
"You're going to be okay, Takeru-san, alright?" she cooed gently.
Takeru felt like melting. "H-Hai."
"He did WHAT?!" Yamato shouted, slamming his hands on the table. "We accepted the guy as one of us and this is the thanks we get? I'm gonna get that little punk and---"
"Yamato," Takeru moaned as Hikari dabbed some ice of his cheek, "you said you won't fight anymore. At least not at anyone, anyways. You promised me, remember?" He shrugged sullenly. "Besides, it's no big deal, really."
"No big deal?!" Yamato cried incredulously. "My brother just happens to like hanging around a Yagami girl and he gets knocked out by a jealous guy! That happens to be a big deal, here, Takeru." He sighed, folding his arms together. "Taichi, what do you think we should do?"
Hikari's older brother turned around from the window. He looked calm and relaxed. Takeru expected him to be a little more annoyed at Daisuke for what he did. "I say," he said slowly, his voice growing angrier, "we grab the little smurf and throw him off the bridge!"
Takeru winced. "That sounds like Taichi all right," he commented.
"Taichi..." Hikari began.
"No, Hikari," Taichi said firmly, smacking his fists together. "I had had enough of this. You don't like him and yet he still mopes around you and acts all big and bad around any guy that lays a finger on you. I think he's obsessed and it's about time I show the punk a lesson or two about dealing with a Yagami!"
"Yeah, you go Taichi!" Yamato encouraged softly.
"Yamato," Takeru and Hikari said in unison.
Sora, who had said nothing throughout the entire discussion, walked up to Takeru and Hikari and faced her best friend and her boyfriend. "Your younger siblings are right, you guys," she said gently. "Pounding Motomiya to a bleeding pulp isn't exactly a nice thing to look at."
"It is to us," Yamato said with a hint of enthusiasim.
"It'll make us feel better," Taichi added.
"No one's hurting Daisuke!" Hikari shouted. "The guy may be a little strange at times, but just because he's trying to hit on me doesn't mean you guys should be on his case. Or at least his corpse." She placed a tender hand on Takeru. "As for Takeru-kun..."
"I'll slam Motomiya's face on the wall!" Yamato cried angrily.
"No, Yamato-kun," Sora stated firmly.
Yamato whimpered. "But Sora-kun..." he pleaded.
"No, Yamato," Sora said thinnly. "Let me help you, Hikari."
"Arigatou, Sora," Hikari thanked.
Takeru shrugged as the two guys grumbled over Daisuke and the two girls left to get some more ice. And that's how everything started. It was all over a girl named Hikari.
~End of Chapter~
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