She knew. She didn't have to be a fortune teller to figure out... one day, she would marry him.
Giggling, the eight year old hid behind her brother Yagami Taichi as he discussed intently with Ishida Yamato. Peeking over, she could see the other eight year old, Takaishi Takeru, kicking a rock between him and a strange orange flying bat pig looking thing. She didn't understand why Taichi had rushed her out the house door to a dingy old warehouse to talked to Yamato and she certainly didn't understand what was going on. What she did know was that Takeru was cute and they were going to get married... one day.
Out of nervousness, she tugged on the stupid silver/red medical alert necklace that Taichi insisted that she wore. Turning the scratched piece of material over, she reread the imprints that she remembered after wearing it for so many years. 'Yagami Hikari, Odaiba Clinic #41558271, Asthmatic, Anemic.' Often she hid the despised necklace behind her whistle, she didn't want anyone worrying about her. Gatomon, curious about her new destined's actions, slightly pawed Hikari's leg.
Hikari looked up at the same time as Takeru. As his azure eyes met her ruby ones, she felt her heart skip a beat and turned away. He mistook her shyness as a look of worry and came up to her. Just when she thought she couldn't breathe by how close he was in approximation, he rested his hand on her shoulder.
"Everything will be okay. I can tell we're going to be best friends." He smiled the biggest smile she had ever seen but it didn't make her feel any better.
'Just friends?' she thought as her heart sank.