Diary of A Fangirl… a liahime production
a tale in dramas. pirates. and one true loves.
. praelude .
Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon, I wouldn't be writing these fanfics- you'd be watching them. But I don't, and so television is spared from my crazy ideas-
Dear Diary,
Ryo Akiyama talked to me today! He stared right at me- for over ten seconds- though it felt like an absolute eternity. I thought that I would faint from happiness. But instead, I stood there like a complete idiot, blushing. Sonomi practically turned green and died next to me.
He asked me if he could borrow my pencil sharpener. MY pencil sharpener, out of all the other ones in the class! It's a sign- a subtle one, but still, a sign! - that he's in love with me.
Mari wasn't just a normal fangirl.
She was a dyed-in-the-wool, dedicated, cross my heart and sigh-over-his-eyes-a million-times over and againfan girl. He was her standard of perfection. No one else would do.
Yes, there were millions of other fish in the sea. Nice guys, cute guys, hundreds of them swarming her school. Guys that other girls would love to have. There were good catches to be caught in the high school.Great catches that other girls would drool over, chase after.
But like all experienced fishers, she wanted that one fish. The one that haunted her dreams until they shattered in the harsh morning light, that danced out of her reach each time she tried. The one elusive guy that made her heart beat faster, made her face blush rose and burn.
The guy.
He was the cause of her metamorphosis from caterpillar to beauty; to a butterfly chasing the sun. Mascara and earrings replaced her worn sneakers and bruises, her hair grew long and curled. Mari's video games grew dusty- there was no time for ninjas and power blasts when she waited and lived on the moments they brushed in the halls, on the subtle glances she spent hours planning. She stopped her life to chase after him, to breathe his air, walk his footsteps.
Mari was called a crazy lunatic, a rabid fan girl, obsessed- but really-
She preferred the term unrequited lover. Nothing more, nothing less. And how, she asked them, was she not?
Ryo Akiyama was her reason to breathe, to wake up, to spend hours planning the briefest, orchestrated meetings. She led the crowd's chaotic stampede as he left school, topped the loudest screams of his name. Her life cycled around him, wanted nothing other than him. He eclipsed her past, as the sun and the moon's endless cycle.
Yet still, he never noticed.
She wondered what life would be like without him. How she'd be like normal, plain girls, with normal lives. Girls who woke up, didn't spend an hour curling their hair, didn't massage blisters off their sensibly shoed- never thin high heeled sandals, beautiful though they might be- feet every night.
But she brushed it off. She wasn't normal. She was in love.
She just wished that he'd turn her way once or twice.
Love, she told herself, is what you have. Pure and unforgettable. You have an example of the thing that creates forests of romance novels, a thousand sighs, enough tears to fill the ocean. Enough chocolates to feed the world, enough joy to brighten a nation, waves of laughter and sorrow mixed in one undefeatable perfect love.
He just didn't realize it yet.
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authoress note: (yes. already, there's one.) I'm branching out- or at least attempting to.. strangely enough, this isn't really a ryuki-focus fanfic.. I'm a bit stuck on that pairing at the moment.. So here you go- Diary of A Fangirl, the product of liahime's over-active imagination.. Hope you enjoy!
-liahime...