A/N: ya know, I've got a bunch of other Digimon ficlets too, did you know?
But I'm not posting them because I have TWENTY-TWO SPIRITED AWAY FICS THAT
ALL NEED TO BE UPDATED pant heave gasp SO forgive me for slow updating.
That is, if I post this ficlet before my others. *sweatdrop*
Disclaimer: I no own you idiot!
Three POV
Title: Dancing Angels
Summery: Hikari is almost paranoid with the big dance coming up. It's sort of a school/community thing, for students to get to know the Real World (or so the newspaper said). It being the first dance she was ever going to. Like any other paranoid girl, she's not sure what she'll do if she isn't asked out (though since this is a Jr. High Get To Know The Highschool thing, Taichi would most likely take her) but Takeru and Daisuke would probably handle that (once one of them summoned up enough courage). Right. So the date thing isn't a problem, right? (insert Hikari biting her nails) what would she wear? No, don't worry about that. Mimi was here, she was going to the dance too. Mimi would cover the clothing problem. Oh, no! Hikari doesn't know how to dance! O_0;; so, after the stress of not being able to dance keeps her up Hikari gets desperate and asks Taichi who suggests Yamato. But what if Yamato doesn't want to teach her how to dance? Or what if he can't? she loses more sleep. Poor Hikari!
So, now that I've completely given the story away, do you still want to read it?
Whatever.
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"So, Yagami-san," Hitomi, the girl who's locker was next to Hikari's, said one afternoon. "Are you going to the Big Dance? No school before, the day it is, or the day after." Hitomi quirked an eyebrow. "You have heard of it, right?"
Heard of it? it was all she could think about! Just last week her parents had dubbed her old enough and mature and smart enough to go to a dance on her own! Of course she had "heard" of it!
"Hitomi-san," Hikari said, slamming her locker shut and swinging her backpack over one shoulder. "Of course I'm going. Have you got a date?"
"Three of them." Hitomi imitated Hikari's earlier actions.
"Three?" Hikari cried. "Three dates in one night? Hitomi, are you sure that's wise?"
"Come off it," Hitomi flicked her hair as she walked past Hikari. "You've never dated before, you have no fashion sense, you can't dance, you haven't even sucked on a boy's tongue. What would you know, Hikari?" she marched off, quickly lost in the emptying school halls. Her latter remarks hurt. Hikari just stood there for a moment, working very hard to keep the hurt from showing.
Her features drooped anyway, and Taichi was quick to notice when she walked in that afternoon home, seeming about to cry and extremely worn down.
"Hikari-chan," he said immediately. "What's wrong? What happened?"
Their parents wouldn't be home for a few more hours.
"Nothing, Taichi." Hikari said miserably, groping around the kitchen until her fingers came in contact with an apple.
"I'm not buying that," Taichi said, planting himself firmly in her way so that she had no where else to go. Other than the fridge, of course, but it was cold enough already.
So, with a light sniff, Hikari related Hitomi's words to her big brother.
He scoffed. "Well, Duh; Hitomi is jealous of you, Hikari. That's why she's so bratty."
"But everything she said is true!" Hikari cried, wondering how her brother could fail so miserably at looking at the point. By now Hikari was well- used to Hitomi and her behavior. "I've never dated before, even Izzy dresses better then I do, I DON'T know how to dance not even move to the music or whatever you people call it, and I've never kissed anybody!"
"Yes, you've kissed plenty of people."
"You, Okaasan, Otousan," Hikari said distractedly. "I mean, on the mouth. You know, making out and stuff like that. How did Hitomi put it? sucking on a boy's tongue?"
Lucky for Hikari, Taichi was pretty loose on those things when it came to his little sister. As long as he knew, approved, and liked whoever was eating is sister's face, that is.
"Don't worry, Imouto," Taichi said, dragging her to the living room and planting her on the cough. He sat next to her. "I'll help you, how about that? I've had more experience with all of those things."
Hikari laughed, feeling a little better. "You mean you've sucked on a boy's tongue before?"
Taichi choked on her apple, which he had "mistakenly" taken. Hikari laughed again.
.
But as she lay in bed that night, Hikari couldn't help the feelings of uneasiness that enveloped her. If she showed up like she was planning to - yellow skirt, pink and white tank top, sandals, curled hair, no date, just standing off on the sidelines being content to simply be there... Hitomi would make her life a living hell. Hikari swallowed.
She couldn't help having never dated before. She had never asked anybody, and nobody had asked her. Besides, her parents didn't allow it. she had never really thought about fashion and trendy styles and whatnot. And Hikari had certainly never worn make-up before, not even at Halloween! And as for the kissing thing... 'I don't know,' Hikari thought. 'maybe if I'm lucky some guy and I will fall madly in love and he'll ask me out and I'll get my first real kiss...' silly thought, that. And what about dancing? Hikari shuddered.
One could have the clothes, the guys, the everything and be the biggest social and mental outcast of all time for simply not being able to go back and forth to the music. Hikari had tried dancing once or twice before; the first at an uncles wedding. Taichi and she had just held hands and went in a circle, which innocently enough managed to cover the bride with cake and the dance floor with broken glass and sore rear ends; the second time had been a simple groove to the music alone in her room. Not too many things had survived that, and shortly after Taichi had moved to his own room. Less things to break. Not that the things she had broken were hers, anyway. It was an accident!
'Calm down, Hikari,' she thought, trying to look at the bright side of things. 'This is your first dance! Be happy you're even getting to go!' she tossed and turned blankly for a while.
One week. Takeru or Daisuke would get her within a week, one of them, surely, would. And if not, Taichi had said he would take her. No problem. Acting was a necessity; pretend that dating was done every day and night, and Hikari could p[ass the dating experience. Okay, so she'd end up checking out a few books. Books were good. And books knew how to get a first kiss. A two in one deal, eh? Okay. So far so good. She'd be ready mentally within one week. Yeah. But what would she wear? The skirt and tank top now seemed like things a bag lady would wear to a party. Hitomi would destroy her, Hitomi and all of Hitomi's friends. What would she do, what would she do? She couldn't ask Okaasan or Otousan, they were both busy with work, and anyway, she didn't want them thinking her unable to handle herself. Taichi - Taichi would help her? No. even if he tried, he was more interested in working up the courage to ask Sora out. The thought of rejection was distracting him, and Hikari would all but be forgotten in his world.
Miyako? Yeah, Miyako was great at clothes and stuff, right? Right. No. Hikari didn't want to be a bother, just for her own stupid reasons. That would be so selfish. Hikari didn't want to be selfish or get in anybody's way, never! And Miyako was working full-time on ken, for personal reasons, though it was obvious she wanted him to ask her out. Sora? That would OBVIOUSLY be getting in Taichi's way, and it might mess things up totally for him! Plus, Sora was helping her mother get a bunch of flowers ready, a lot of flowers being bought and stuff, for the Big Dance (as Hikari now called it) and many other things, then the usual customers.
Mimi? Yeah, Mimi knew EVERYTHING there was to know about fashion. Mimi always had a flexible schedule too. Mimi could help. One week. Mimi might be able to do it!
Comforted by this thought, Hikari's thoughts turned to dancing. She shuddered again. Everybody knew how to dance, even if it was a simple throw- your-arms-around-your-partner-and-sway-to-the-music, they could do it. Hikari would end up bruising her partner's feet in five seconds flat, give or take. Despite what others said, books could NOT help with this sort of thing.
(A/N: so true!)
Again, not something she could ask anybody in the family. Not about to ask a boy. Mimi? Wouldn't she be a big enough bother just for the outfit shopping thing? Besides, Mimi did strange American things that left Hikari wondering about her sanity. Dancing would be no different. Was there nobody else? A real teacher was what she needed. The gym coach? No, she was a blabber mouth, and the entire island of Japan (among others) would know that Yagami Hikari couldn't dance even if her life depended on it.
Panic set in. books! Books were plan A. Plan B was to go online for support. Plan C? maybe she wouldn't need to dance at all...
Exhaustion finally took over, and Hikari fell asleep. One week. One week more.
That was, one more day of school (as the next was a holiday in some religion that Hikari had never heard about before, the one after that was the Headmaster's wife's sister-in-law's cousin's daughter's nephew's uncle's best friend's father's cousin's birthday, and from there it just seemed pointless to have a day of school when the buzzing about the Big Dance was at its peak.) and five days. Three of those days would be spent in the books, undoubtedly. Then a day at the mall with Mimi, whenever she could fit it into her schedule (if at all), then what? One day for dancing? Who to get dancing lessons from? Hikari was already aware of what books wouldn't work (she'd tried that before) and a computer shared by a family could only do so much.
Hikari slept restlessly.
Stupid Hitomi. Ruining her once-perfect life.
Disclaimer: I no own you idiot!
Three POV
Title: Dancing Angels
Summery: Hikari is almost paranoid with the big dance coming up. It's sort of a school/community thing, for students to get to know the Real World (or so the newspaper said). It being the first dance she was ever going to. Like any other paranoid girl, she's not sure what she'll do if she isn't asked out (though since this is a Jr. High Get To Know The Highschool thing, Taichi would most likely take her) but Takeru and Daisuke would probably handle that (once one of them summoned up enough courage). Right. So the date thing isn't a problem, right? (insert Hikari biting her nails) what would she wear? No, don't worry about that. Mimi was here, she was going to the dance too. Mimi would cover the clothing problem. Oh, no! Hikari doesn't know how to dance! O_0;; so, after the stress of not being able to dance keeps her up Hikari gets desperate and asks Taichi who suggests Yamato. But what if Yamato doesn't want to teach her how to dance? Or what if he can't? she loses more sleep. Poor Hikari!
So, now that I've completely given the story away, do you still want to read it?
Whatever.
.
.
.
"So, Yagami-san," Hitomi, the girl who's locker was next to Hikari's, said one afternoon. "Are you going to the Big Dance? No school before, the day it is, or the day after." Hitomi quirked an eyebrow. "You have heard of it, right?"
Heard of it? it was all she could think about! Just last week her parents had dubbed her old enough and mature and smart enough to go to a dance on her own! Of course she had "heard" of it!
"Hitomi-san," Hikari said, slamming her locker shut and swinging her backpack over one shoulder. "Of course I'm going. Have you got a date?"
"Three of them." Hitomi imitated Hikari's earlier actions.
"Three?" Hikari cried. "Three dates in one night? Hitomi, are you sure that's wise?"
"Come off it," Hitomi flicked her hair as she walked past Hikari. "You've never dated before, you have no fashion sense, you can't dance, you haven't even sucked on a boy's tongue. What would you know, Hikari?" she marched off, quickly lost in the emptying school halls. Her latter remarks hurt. Hikari just stood there for a moment, working very hard to keep the hurt from showing.
Her features drooped anyway, and Taichi was quick to notice when she walked in that afternoon home, seeming about to cry and extremely worn down.
"Hikari-chan," he said immediately. "What's wrong? What happened?"
Their parents wouldn't be home for a few more hours.
"Nothing, Taichi." Hikari said miserably, groping around the kitchen until her fingers came in contact with an apple.
"I'm not buying that," Taichi said, planting himself firmly in her way so that she had no where else to go. Other than the fridge, of course, but it was cold enough already.
So, with a light sniff, Hikari related Hitomi's words to her big brother.
He scoffed. "Well, Duh; Hitomi is jealous of you, Hikari. That's why she's so bratty."
"But everything she said is true!" Hikari cried, wondering how her brother could fail so miserably at looking at the point. By now Hikari was well- used to Hitomi and her behavior. "I've never dated before, even Izzy dresses better then I do, I DON'T know how to dance not even move to the music or whatever you people call it, and I've never kissed anybody!"
"Yes, you've kissed plenty of people."
"You, Okaasan, Otousan," Hikari said distractedly. "I mean, on the mouth. You know, making out and stuff like that. How did Hitomi put it? sucking on a boy's tongue?"
Lucky for Hikari, Taichi was pretty loose on those things when it came to his little sister. As long as he knew, approved, and liked whoever was eating is sister's face, that is.
"Don't worry, Imouto," Taichi said, dragging her to the living room and planting her on the cough. He sat next to her. "I'll help you, how about that? I've had more experience with all of those things."
Hikari laughed, feeling a little better. "You mean you've sucked on a boy's tongue before?"
Taichi choked on her apple, which he had "mistakenly" taken. Hikari laughed again.
.
But as she lay in bed that night, Hikari couldn't help the feelings of uneasiness that enveloped her. If she showed up like she was planning to - yellow skirt, pink and white tank top, sandals, curled hair, no date, just standing off on the sidelines being content to simply be there... Hitomi would make her life a living hell. Hikari swallowed.
She couldn't help having never dated before. She had never asked anybody, and nobody had asked her. Besides, her parents didn't allow it. she had never really thought about fashion and trendy styles and whatnot. And Hikari had certainly never worn make-up before, not even at Halloween! And as for the kissing thing... 'I don't know,' Hikari thought. 'maybe if I'm lucky some guy and I will fall madly in love and he'll ask me out and I'll get my first real kiss...' silly thought, that. And what about dancing? Hikari shuddered.
One could have the clothes, the guys, the everything and be the biggest social and mental outcast of all time for simply not being able to go back and forth to the music. Hikari had tried dancing once or twice before; the first at an uncles wedding. Taichi and she had just held hands and went in a circle, which innocently enough managed to cover the bride with cake and the dance floor with broken glass and sore rear ends; the second time had been a simple groove to the music alone in her room. Not too many things had survived that, and shortly after Taichi had moved to his own room. Less things to break. Not that the things she had broken were hers, anyway. It was an accident!
'Calm down, Hikari,' she thought, trying to look at the bright side of things. 'This is your first dance! Be happy you're even getting to go!' she tossed and turned blankly for a while.
One week. Takeru or Daisuke would get her within a week, one of them, surely, would. And if not, Taichi had said he would take her. No problem. Acting was a necessity; pretend that dating was done every day and night, and Hikari could p[ass the dating experience. Okay, so she'd end up checking out a few books. Books were good. And books knew how to get a first kiss. A two in one deal, eh? Okay. So far so good. She'd be ready mentally within one week. Yeah. But what would she wear? The skirt and tank top now seemed like things a bag lady would wear to a party. Hitomi would destroy her, Hitomi and all of Hitomi's friends. What would she do, what would she do? She couldn't ask Okaasan or Otousan, they were both busy with work, and anyway, she didn't want them thinking her unable to handle herself. Taichi - Taichi would help her? No. even if he tried, he was more interested in working up the courage to ask Sora out. The thought of rejection was distracting him, and Hikari would all but be forgotten in his world.
Miyako? Yeah, Miyako was great at clothes and stuff, right? Right. No. Hikari didn't want to be a bother, just for her own stupid reasons. That would be so selfish. Hikari didn't want to be selfish or get in anybody's way, never! And Miyako was working full-time on ken, for personal reasons, though it was obvious she wanted him to ask her out. Sora? That would OBVIOUSLY be getting in Taichi's way, and it might mess things up totally for him! Plus, Sora was helping her mother get a bunch of flowers ready, a lot of flowers being bought and stuff, for the Big Dance (as Hikari now called it) and many other things, then the usual customers.
Mimi? Yeah, Mimi knew EVERYTHING there was to know about fashion. Mimi always had a flexible schedule too. Mimi could help. One week. Mimi might be able to do it!
Comforted by this thought, Hikari's thoughts turned to dancing. She shuddered again. Everybody knew how to dance, even if it was a simple throw- your-arms-around-your-partner-and-sway-to-the-music, they could do it. Hikari would end up bruising her partner's feet in five seconds flat, give or take. Despite what others said, books could NOT help with this sort of thing.
(A/N: so true!)
Again, not something she could ask anybody in the family. Not about to ask a boy. Mimi? Wouldn't she be a big enough bother just for the outfit shopping thing? Besides, Mimi did strange American things that left Hikari wondering about her sanity. Dancing would be no different. Was there nobody else? A real teacher was what she needed. The gym coach? No, she was a blabber mouth, and the entire island of Japan (among others) would know that Yagami Hikari couldn't dance even if her life depended on it.
Panic set in. books! Books were plan A. Plan B was to go online for support. Plan C? maybe she wouldn't need to dance at all...
Exhaustion finally took over, and Hikari fell asleep. One week. One week more.
That was, one more day of school (as the next was a holiday in some religion that Hikari had never heard about before, the one after that was the Headmaster's wife's sister-in-law's cousin's daughter's nephew's uncle's best friend's father's cousin's birthday, and from there it just seemed pointless to have a day of school when the buzzing about the Big Dance was at its peak.) and five days. Three of those days would be spent in the books, undoubtedly. Then a day at the mall with Mimi, whenever she could fit it into her schedule (if at all), then what? One day for dancing? Who to get dancing lessons from? Hikari was already aware of what books wouldn't work (she'd tried that before) and a computer shared by a family could only do so much.
Hikari slept restlessly.
Stupid Hitomi. Ruining her once-perfect life.