Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon.
Author's Note: Boredom strikes again! I just randomly came up with this idea when I walked around in a city park. Takeru is seventeen in this story.
Italics mean thoughts…
100 Love Letters
"Dear Hikari-chan…forever it seems like my feelings for you have-," Takeru halted his pen and was stuck in thought. "Gah, never mind that!" he screamed to himself as he crumpled up the paper and tossed it to the side of his bed. He closed his eyes and then glanced back at the paper he just threw. He folded it back out as straight as he could and laid it on his bed. He got a new sheet of paper and clicked his pen. "Dear Hikari-chan… you are the light that makes me…" he held the pen still again. "Oh, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find the write words to tell her," he stressed as he ruffled his hair with his hands in frustration. He folded that piece of paper and put it next to the previous letter he tried writing, on his bed. He sat Indian style on the floor with about ten other pieces of paper with writing on them. For a long time now, he's been writing love letters to express his emotions to a specific chosen child. He glanced over at Patamon who was asleep on the pillow on his bed. There was a light knock on his door. "Come in," he said softly so his Digimon partner would not awaken. The door crept open to reveal his older brother who came over for a visit.
"Hey little bro," he greeted.
"Hey Nii-san," replied Takeru as Yamato walked over to sit next to him on the floor. He took one of his failed letters and opened it to read it.
"A love letter? Wow Takeru, I didn't know you were such a romantic," sassed Yamato.
"Very funny Yamato," he replied. Yamato glanced over at the bed and noticed even more crunched up letters.
"Wow Takeru, how many did you write?" asked Yamato. Takeru sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Um…including the one that I just wrote that you now have in your hand, about ninety-nine," answered Takeru. Yamato eye's widened as he chuckled underneath his breath.
"Ninety-nine? One more and you have an even hundred. How long have you been writing these?" he asked as he picked up the others to start reading them.
"For about a week now. I've written so many, and yet I can't seem to find the right words to say to her," he answered glooming. Yamato frowned when seeing his brother so sad.
"Well, write one more letter, and put all of your heart into it. If you still don't decide to give her that letter you are about to write, then tell her face to face. You're going to have to tell her eventually, by letter or orally. It's all up to you," suggested Yamato.
"Oh, alright. I'll do that, but wish me luck," he replied. Yamato shook his head and patted him on the back.
"No, you won't need any luck. I know she's feeling for you what you're feeling for her," he assured. Takeru smiled towards him.
"Thanks Nii-san," he said as he gulped and grabbed a clean sheet of paper. Yamato smiled back and stood up.
"You're welcome. I should be going now. I have to get home so I can make dinner for dad and get my work ready for college tomorrow," he explained as he walked over to the door. He grabbed the doorknob and glanced back at Takeru one last time. "Remember what I told you Takeru," he proposed a last time before completely leaving the room. Takeru got up and turned off the lights for Patamon's comfort, but turned on a lamp so he could use that as a source of light to write his letter. He sighed and clicked his pen again as he began to scribble more words.
"Dear Hikari-chan…we've known each other for about nine years already and we've been close ever since we met. Now I must confess, mere friendship isn't enough for me anymore. For so long, I've been keeping my emotions hidden from you. You've been so kind and gentle to me all of these years that it started to really get a hold on me. For a very long time now, I've been in love with you. They say that no one is perfect, but to me, you are in every way. I love to hear you laugh, I love to see you smile, I love being around you. If you would, I want to know if you feel the same. If you accept my love, I will give you everything you want, and all of me. I would be the happiest guy in the world if you let yourself be mine and only mine. Love forever, Takeru," he said to himself as he wrote his speech down. He stared at the letter for a moment, and then nodded his head.
Soon, if not tomorrow, I'm going to tell her how I feel…
He stood up, folded the paper in half, and then tossed it to his desk. He made his way over to his bed and climbed into it, being careful not to awaken Patamon. He stared at the ceiling for a while, before falling asleep to a world of dreams that involved the girl he loved.
The night flew by pretty fast as his eyes flickered open as he raised his body from the bed and stretched. He noticed Patamon still asleep and smiled. He raised his body out of bed and made his way to the closet to grab his high school uniform. It was your stereotypical uniform that was black and had a white t-shirt to go under it. He took a shower and did all the necessary chores to cleanse himself. He made his way back to him and put on his earrings. (Author's Note: I think it would be cute if he had a nice cartilage piercing on his upper ear with a golden earring to match. I just think it would look hot! xD)
He made his way over to his desk where he put the note he wrote last night, lifted it, and put it in his book bag. He collected the other love letters he tried writing, and put them in a box full of the other fail letters. He just couldn't bring himself to get rid of any of them, because it would be like throwing away his love for Hikari. Patamon's eyes opened as he leaned himself over to look at Takeru who was now ready to go to school.
"Already up?" he asked while yawning. Takeru smiled and nodded.
"Un, I'm off to school now," he said happily as he made his way out of the door.
"Bye, have a good day at school," praised Patamon as he lazily put his head back on the pillow. Takeru made his way to the living room. He gave his mother, Natsuko, a quick kiss on the cheek and left for school. As he walked to school, he glanced over at the new carnival that had opened up in Odaiba and smiled. It reminded him of the first time he went to the digital world, when he was separated from everyone with only Patamon. An idea came to his mind.
Maybe I'll take Hikari to the theme park in the digital world. I'm sure she's never been there…
He glanced down at his watch and noticed the time.
"Oh no, I'm going to be late!" he panicked as he ran the rest of the way to school. He quickly changed shoes and ran to the door of his classroom. He stood outside of the door for a moment and caught his breath. He glanced down at his watch again.
"Phew, barely made it," he said relieved as panted and swallowed his spit and ran a hand through his hair. He opened the door and his heart skipped a beat. There in her seat and looking out the window was the girl who he dreamed of the night before. He walked over to her, his knees trembling with each step he took. She looked over at him and smiled.
"Ohayo, Hikari-chan," He greeted.
"Ohayo, Takeru-kun," she replied. Takeru took a seat in the desk to the right of her and smiled at her. He examined how beautiful she looked that day. She had on a black Japanese schoolgirl uniform, knee high socks, and her hair was tied up in a half tail.
She's so pretty today. I wonder if I should give her the letter now…
She turned her attention back to the window, giving Takeru the chance to search through his bag for the letter he stashed in it earlier. He gripped the piece of paper and glanced over at Hikari. He gulped again and finally spoke to her.
"Uh…Hikari-chan," he whispered to her, getting her attention.
"Yes Takeru-kun?" she said happily, as she noticed a folded piece of paper in his hand. He reached over to hand her the letter. She gave him a quizzical face as she extended her hand to grab it. Her hand was only a few millimeters away from the letter until…
"Class, settle down!" shouted the teacher busted the door open and ran in. Takeru snatched the letter back with his face red, while Hikari shrugged and turned around to face the teacher. The entire class stood up and bowed to him respectfully.
"Ohayo, Takanoki-sensei," they said in unison. Takeru muttered something underneath his breath as he regained his seat and took out a textbook.
Okay, that didn't go so well…maybe later…
To Be Continued...
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