Author's Notes: Purely plotless Takari fluff. That's all. If you don't like Takari and/or you don't like fluff, then don't read this, because flames aren't going to be acknowledged. And the title really doesn't have anything to do with anything.
Disclaimer : "Digimon" does not belong to me, and I am in no way affiliated with Fox, Toei, or anyone else who owns or is affiliated with Digimon. The characters of Hikari and Takeru belong to those who own Digimon, and not me. All other ideas in this story, however, do belong to me. Why you'd want to use them is beyond me, but if you want to use the note or something, then you can e-mail me and I'll consider it.
By Cherry Seraphym
I stirred lazily in the bed, not really wanting to get up. But the sunlight was filtering through the cracks of the blinds, and it had been hitting my eyes for some time, so my sleep was already broken. And when I reached over to feel for him, he was not there. So I somewhat unwillingly got up and wandered over to the ensuite bathroom. After washing my face, I looked around the sink. My toothbrush was nowhere to be found, but his was stuck in the holder, and his razor and other shaving things were strewn all around the sink top .
Ugh. 3 years we've been living together and still I can't get him to pick up after himself, I though as I sighed. He'd at least had the decency to clean up after he shaved, if not replacing the things to where they belonged. I found my toothbrush, as well as the toothpaste, in the medicine cabinet on the wall. I brushed my teeth hurriedly, and started getting ready for the coming day.
When I was finished, as well as dressed, which was 10 minutes later, I went downstairs. He was nowhere to be seen. I was starting to get worried. I made myself some coffee, and wandered over to the living room. Taped precariously to the TV, was a little yellow note. I opened it:
Hikari darling,
I had to leave early today. Why? Hehe, you'll find out soon enough. But anyways, don't worry about where I am, I'll meet you for lunch as usual. If you don't feel like making breakfast, I left a Spanish omelette in the microwave for you (sorry, you'll have to make your own toast!). Oh, and since I know you're going to kill me about leaving you like this, let me give you some hints on this surprise : Some people are visiting, some people you haven't seen in a LONG time. Oh and, I have something for you too!
Till I see you again lovely!
Yours Forever, Takeru
Of course. Typical of him to annoy me with such childish, unhelpful notes. I sighed again, and then unexpectedly, burst into a fit of giggles. He used to do this to me all the time when we were teens. Why should I expect him change when we were only in our early twenties?
Author's Notes: So, what did you think? I know it's short. And it's plotless. But what can you do? This is my first posted Digimon fic. Would anyone like to see a continutation of this? It was supposed to be a big long story, but then I just ran out of ideas. I think it's alright on it's own. What do you think? Please review. Again no flames. Thanks for reading, tata! - Cherry Seraphym