Upgrade! - III of II
A/N: Sad, I know...but I swear, this is the last Upgrade! Hopefully, after this, I'll be done with the revisions! (Note: Some of these are linked to the original file pages, because the file on that page was replaced, and due to lack of space.)
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Stories:
15. Lucky One-Sora x Mimi
16. School Days-Jyou x Koushiro
17. Setsunakute Ii-Jyou x Iori
18. Survivor-Takeru x Daisuke
19. The Simple Love of a Child-Sora x Hikari
20. Three-Jyou/Koushiro/Taichi love triangle (See: http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=story-read&storyid=39960)
21. Twilight-Part One-AU, various couples
(See: http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=story-read&storyid=39960)
22. Twilight-Part Two-AU, various couples
(See: http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=story-read&storyid=50936)
23. Want-Need-Feel-Takeru x Daisuke
(See: http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=story-read&storyid=122924)
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Lucky One
A/N: Okay, let me just say this: I HATE BRITNEY SPEARS. But, I just heard how good this song was for a Mira, so I had to do this...
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"Tachiwaka Mimi? Ooohh...she's just so lucky!"
"I mean, she's going out with Ishida YAMATO."
"She doesn't deserve him!"
~This is a story about a girl named Lucky…~
Tachiwaka Mimi.
The name that could drive any twelve year old girl green with envy.
Oh, my gosh, she was going out with Ishida YAMATO!
She was sssoooo luckyy!
~Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
It's time for makeup, perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for~
"Come on, Mimi...it's just this one more concert, I promise. Then I'll focus some real time on you, okay?"
Mimi resisted the urge to scream. One more concert, one more concert, one more concert...
"It's ALWAYS one more concert, Yamato! Then it's two, then it's three...I just don't know if I can put up with it anymore!"
"Mimi, look-I promise! Just this one concert, then I'll see what I can do for your singing career and you, all right?"
Well...even though he always said it before...maybe she would trust Yamato this one last time...
After all, how could she not? She..she loved him...
"Look, I need you to be there tonight, okay? At the concert, anyway. Afterwards, you go right home."
Mimi looked at Yamato. He had the nerve...
"I need you there...for support. I know I have my fans...but I need you."
Mimi didn't bother to hold back her smile.
"I need a pretty girl there cheering me on."
Oh...a pretty girl. Is that all she was...?
~They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…~
"Like, she is sooo luucckkky! I mean, she's going out with Yamato, and she gets her own singing career?! Not fair! I mean, that should be ME!"
"But, she is kind of pretty..."
"Did I TELL you that you could talk!?"
~She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night~
"Yama-san...Yama?"
Oh...Yamato had a concert. There must have been another fan-held party that she wasn't invited to...
"Do you love me, Yama-san?"
No answer.
No different from every other night.
~Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?~
"Mimi...the concert was amazing last night! Why weren't you there?"
Mimi held back a smile. He noticed?
"Well, I-
"Oh, well. I have good news. My agent asked about you!"
Mimi felt her heart sink slightly. Did Yamato ever say I love you? No...it was just something about his career, her future career, or his agent...
"What?"
They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…
"He says that you have the right stuff."
Stuff?
"He says that you could be something big."
What made Yamato thing that she wanted to be big?
She just wanted to be loved...
That wasn't to much to ask...right?
~"Best actress, and the winner is…Lucky!"
"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for Lucky"
"Oh my god…here she comes!"~
"Mimi! Mimi! Sign this for me, please!"
"Mom! Hey, Mom! Take my picture with Mimi!"
"Oh my gosh, it's MIMI!"
"Mimi, tell me, is Yamato really a great kisser?"
"Those two together...it's destiny, I'm telling you!"
~Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Why do tears come at night?~
"Isn't it great, Mimi? I can't believe that you're famous!"
Mimi tried not to break down into tears. Another one...and coming from Sora...
"Yeah...it's great..." Sora blinked.
"Are you okay, Mimi?"
Someone...actually...cared if she was okay?
"Oh So-ora! I just feel like no one really loves me for me, they just love Mimi, not Tachiwaka Mimi!" Sora laid a hand on Mimi's shoulder.
"Calm down, Mimi! Okay, start again, but this time, say it slowly, okay?"
Mimi took a deep breath. She just felt so...so...happy...knowing that Sora cared...
"Sora...no one loves me for me. The only one they love is Mimi...not Tachiwaka Mimi..." Sora looked at Mimi, with pity in her eyes.
"Oh, Mimi...there are people who love you!"
Mimi looked up at Sora.
~Does that include you, Sora?~
"W-who?" Mimi asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Yamato."
Oh. Yamato...him.
"He doesn't..." To Mimi's surprise-and joy-Sora wrapped the crying girl in her arms. They stayed in that embrace for...oh, how long? Mimi wasn't really keeping track of time...oh, well.
"M-mimi?" Came Sora's nervous voice.
"Yes Sora?" Sora, to Mimi's disappointment, broke the embrace, and shifted nervously from foot to foot.
"If...Yamato...doesn't love you...would you mind...if I loved you in his place?
Mimi shook her head in disbelief.
Sora...loved...
Did she mind?
"...No..."
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There! My first...NON drama Mira! Never thought I would do it, huh? ^_^
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School Days
Notes&Crap:
A/N: *hugs Dana-chan* I hope you like your gift, Dana! This fic is based on a kawaii Jyoushiro pic on Dana-chan's site, Shadows Beyond Reality. I just loved that pic so much...I had to write a fic about it. Oh, and this is a GIFT to Dana. So, it cannot be posted anywhere else but FFN, my site, and Dana's.
Oh, and to all you arrogant FFN readers:I write Yaoi fics because I LIKE them. I am not trying to get people to believe that the male charecters of Digimon love each other. That is what I think. If you don't think that and like writing straight fics, that's FINE. I am not trying to push what I think about the Digimon love theory on other authors, like some asshole,prejudice, homophobic, Nazi-esqe people on FFN. I'm sorry for the last comment, but people who bash and think that gays are the scum of the earth are no better than Nazi's.
D/C: Well, Toei owns Digimon, Dana owns the pic, and I own the fic. *pauses* Hey, that rhymes!
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"He-ey good lookin'."
"Girl, you must be tired, because you have been running in my mind all day."
"I lost my phone number, can I have yours?"
These were the lame American pickup lines that one has been receiving from numerous boys.
And it was all because of one skirt.
Now, any girl would be jumping up and down to find this one skirt that guys went gaga over.
Unless you weren't a girl.
And you happened to be wearing the skirt.
Now, no self-respecting boy would wear a skirt. Unless it was on a dare.
And all boys took any dares that were given to them, even smart boys who knew better.
Like Koushiro.
The dare, exactly? To wear the female school uniform instead of the male required uniform.
Now, Koushiro wouldn't have normally done this. He had enough common sense to know what a half-wit and stupid dare this was. But, some people tend to make stupid decisions when another person is clucking and chanting 'Chicken, chicken, chicken' in your face.
But, it wasn't nearly as humiliating as Koushiro thought it would be.
It was much, much more.
"Hey, Koushiro! Wait up!" He froze. Jyou. There was no way he would let Jyou see him like this. Unfortunately, he heard stumbling footsteps behind him.
"Um, Koushiro? What are you-" Jyou didn't finish, as he was cut off by Koushiro.
"A skirt, alright!? I'm wearing a skirt! I'm doing on a dare! I am NOT a transvestite!" Koushiro cried, snapping from all earlier comments and questions. Jyou backed away slightly.
"Sorry, um, if I offended you or anything-" Once again, Jyou got interrupted by Koushiro.
"No...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have snapped at you like that...it's just it's been kind of embarrassing...a lot of people have been coming up and teasing me...I guess I took what you said the wrong way..." Koushiro said, staring at the ground.
"I understand...I mean, it must be embarrassing, uncomfortable, awkward..." Jyou trailed off at Koushiro's glare.
"Not helping." Jyou sweatdropped.
"Er, sorry."
*****
For some reason unknown to Koushiro, Jyou walked the rest of the way with him.
~I hope no one else starts teasing Koushiro...he doesn't seem to like it...but than agian, who would? But, I don't like to see Koushiro upset, I really, really, don't...~ Unfortunately, this whole period where Jyou stopped to think, Koushiro walked ahead...and into another teaser.
"Hey there, sweet cakes..." a tall, black haired boy teased, pinning Koushiro against a wall. Koushiro flushed, then sweatdropped.
~Poor Koushiro...someone should do something.~ Jyou pitied Koushiro silently. ~Well, why don't I do something?~ he thought, fingering his crest, which hung around his neck. ~But...what..?~
"Hey!" he yelled, heading toward Koushiro and the taller boy. "Back off," he said, swallowing a lump in his throat and slinging an arm around Koushiro, "She's mine." The teaser look surprised, sputtered, then left. Jyou felt Koushiro's gaze on him as he slipped his arm off of Koushiro's. Koushiro looked away, then sat down on a nearby bench.
"I can't do this." he muttered, burying his head in his hands. "I can not do this." repeated, looking up at Jyou, his cheeks flushed. "I mean, I have pride. I'm not...chicking out." Jyou smiled, and dragged Koushiro up.
"Come on. I think I have an idea."
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"You didn't have to do that, you know." Koushiro told Jyou, each boy walking home side by side, each boy wearing a skirt. Jyou smiled and took Koushiro's hand.
"I know...but I wanted to."
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Setsunakute Ii
A/N: *grin* Isn't this just the best song? It's Minako's (Sailor Venus's) R single...well, isn't it? Well, this is for MK, aka Iori no Miko...Jyori, for your birthday. ^ ^ And I was planning to use this song for another fan fic, too...and that just shows how special you are. I mean, you're the one I bash various things with! Oh, and this fic takes place around 1-2 years in the future...to avoid confusion.
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~Hey, as I sleep in the night, I can hear you,
and once more, I remember you...~
She's very happy when she's with you, Jyou-san. Just like I would be.
Is that why she flies over here from America so often? I would, if I lived down there, and you were over here...
I hate her. You made me hate her. I never really hated anyone...I never hated her, either, until you two got together. Until she loved you, Jyou-san. Until you loved her.
How could you?
~Ah, opening the pale window
I lift my eyes to the sky, to the planet turning.~
I guess...you have the full right to be with Mimi...it's not like you'll ever love me. And you have the full right to be happy, to love someone.
Why not her?
I remember, though, how I found out about you too...I was this close to telling you how I felt. This close...but then she came along, asked how her 'Jyou-koi' was doing, wrapped her arms around you, and kissed you. It...it...
It hurt. A lot. More then you'll ever know....
~For you, I'll be good
and I'll wear a red ribbon.~
It's not like I can tell you now. You...and her...you're so happy together...how can I destroy that?
No. I love you too much to destroy your happiness, even if it means giving up that small, barely there chance that you might feel the same way.
~From the distance, alone
I watch for someone to call my own.~
I can wait...there are other fish in the sea, right? And some of them aren't too bad, either...
I heard something from Hikari about Miyako...she isn't that bad...and if she loves me, I know that she won't break my heart...
But...dammit, I don't *want* Miyako! I want you, Jyou-san....
I want you.
But...for you...I can wait for someone else.
~How long till I exchange emptiness for love?
In case your spirit
is alone, I'll stand alone...~
I've been alone for so long...
Grandfather died a while ago. My mother isn't around much...I don't know her very well.
I really have no one to connect to, and Miyako ignores me whenever a cute boy comes into view.
According to everyone else, I'm merely a child to be tolerated, not thought of as an equal.
It's degrading...it hurts...
But it's just more icing on the cake, isn't it?
~Hey, through the window, I want to be
with you and hold you in my slender arms...~
I don't think I can be in love with anyone else, even if I tried.
Because there's this chance that Mimi might break up with you, or you might break up with her, and I have to be there, so...if you are...alone, I can...
I need to stop this. It isn't...right to think this way, especially since there's a huge age gap between us. If we ever did fall in love, it would be considered child molesting. And you would be considered jailbait.
I couldn't do that to you, could I?
If...we ever did have a relationship...it would be too much trouble.
More trouble then it's worth...for you, that is.
~And at once, if you're ever threatened and cry
surely, I'll run to you and end it.~
If you and Mimi ever ended your relationship...I would be there. I might not be your crying shoulder, and I might not be the one you confide all your pain in, but I would be there for you.
Even though you wouldn't want it.
You would just say something like 'You'll never know how much this hurts' or 'This isn't for you to worry about, Iori', or you would just ignore me like everyone else does.
If it was Koushiro, however...
~The suit of your spirit is in my heart
and in the distance I can see your profile.~
You would love him, Jyou-san.
Koushiro. If he loved you. I sometimes see the looks you give him...much more loving then the way you look at Mimi. But...he doesn't look at you that way.
Why won't he?
I have an urge to go over there and yell at him about how much he's hurting you...
But that wouldn't change anything. And it would make you hate me.
Just seeing me as a little kid is bad enough....
I wouldn't be able to take it if you hated me.
And you love her, too.
You love them both.
How could you?
Don't you see me?
~My love will never change but
becomes more like you and
is in your name, I'll stand in your name...~
I can't stop my love for you, Jyou.
And I can't change it into something else.
I hate living this lie. I don't know how much longer I can take it...
I'll have to tell someone soon.
Maybe I'll tell Miyako. She'll understand...won't she?
That is, if there aren't any cute boys around.
No, it'll be best if I just keep quiet about this...
Besides, it's not a lie...unless I deny my feelings for you....and I won't do that.
~From the distance, I hold
and watch for someone to call my own.~
You don't love me.
You'll never love me.
I...I...I suppose...I can live with that...
As long as your happy.
It'll hurt for a long time...
But....I guess it's something I can deal with...
For you.
~How long till I exchange emptiness for love?
In case your spirit
is alone, I'll stand alone...~
I'll never get over you.
And I'll never love anyone but you.
But you love another...
So for you...I'll stand alone.
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I know, I know...so short....but...at least I tried, right?
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Settled Differences
A/N: Alright, I know I should be working on a 'Hard Day's Night', but I couldn't help this one! Besides, they look...cute together. And I wrote this because I am PISSED at all those Daisuke bashers out there!
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"Look, Daisuke-Hikari found someone else, all right? Not me, not you...so can we just get over this stupid feud?"
A peace offering from Takeru. How sweet.
But, Motomiya Daisuke wouldn't let himself give in.
That would be like letting Takeru win, even if it wasn't about Hikari anymore.
It was a matter of...pride.
And no, Daisuke wasn't admitting how lame that sounded.
"I'll take that as a 'no'. Look, I'm offering piece here...can you at least hear me out?"
Ugh, Takeru. Stupid jerk who couldn't take a clue...
Daisuke blinked.
Hold it...why exactly did he want to hear what Takeru had to say?
He didn't.
That was right.
But, he didn't have anything better to do...
With a mumble of 'sure', Daisuke turned his back to Takeru.
Takeru nearly gasped.
Well...he didn't expect that.
He expected Daisuke to start yelling at him and storm off, like he did all the other times Takeru offered peace...
But, all those times, it involved Hikari...
Why did Daisuke like her, anyway?
Well...he knew why. Hikari was a pretty, smart, charming...girl.
Girl.
He knew that it sounded selfish, and kind of-very-stupid...but, he felt...mad at Hikari. How could she take away the one thing she wanted?
~Then again, I guess it was more Daisuke's fault than Hikari's...~
But he would never blame Daisuke.
"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" Daisuke's cold voice brought Takeru out of his thoughts. He turned is gaze to him, and found Daisuke's back still turned toward him.
"Oh, yeah...um...well, I could tell that you started...uh...disliking me because of Hikari..." Takeru was cut off by Daisuke.
"Hey! For all you know, this could have nothing to do with Hikari!" Daisuke snapped at Takeru, whirling around to face Takeru, then whirling his back to him again.
...Not about Hikari?
Daisuke...didn't really hate him, did he?
"Daisuke..." Takeru started, a bit afraid. Daisuke wasn't exactly friendly when he was in a bad mood...
"What?" Daisuke winced at the sound of his own voice. He didn't mean to sound that mean to Takeru...even if he was mean a lot, he didn't mean it, it just...slipped.
"If it wasn't because of Hikari...then why do you hate me?" Daisuke laughed slightly, turning to face Takeru.
"I don't hate you..." Takeru couldn't help but feel happy at this. Daisuke didn't hate him...it would have been a lot better if Daisuke said something else, but this was...good enough..."I just find you annoying sometimes."
"Well, in that case...truce?" Takeru asked, shyly holding out his hand. "If it helps, I'll try and be less annoying." Daisuke smiled, and took it.
"Truce."
"Friends?"
"Friends. I really don't know why we started fighting in the first place...wanna know something? I never really liked Hikari anyway...I kind of like another digi-destined." If he could, Daisuke would have kicked himself after saything that. And he certainly would have, if Takeru wouldn't there.
Someone else...? Not Hikari?
That just made Takeru...happy, for some reason.
Stupid reasons, but he was happy...maybe, if Daisuke didn't love Hikari...he...
No! Stupid, hopeful thinking.
"Who? Miyako?" Daisuke blushed slightly, and shook his head.
"You know, we don't have to talk about this..." Takeru felt a bit of hope rise within him. Why couldn't Daisuke tell him...?
"Well...is it one of the new Digi-Destined?" Daisuke nodded, looking away from Takeu. ~Oh, kuso, he's gonna find out...Kami-sama, please don't let him find out...~
Takeru couldn't help but smile. Is it me...? Could he...? There's a chance that he...he...does?
"Daisuke..." Takeru could barely get the words out. "Who do you love-"
He wanted to know? He wanted to know? What...right did he have to know!? None! If he wanted to know...
"You, all right? You! I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU!" Daisuke flushed a deep shade of red after that, resisting the very powerful urge to curl up and die. Why, why did he have to be such...such...such a baka!?
Takeru beamed. It was him...it was him! Oh, Kami-sama, it was him! Daisuke had just started an apology when Takeru threw his arms around him.
"Look, I'm sorry, it's just-huh?" Daisuke looked down in curiosity and shock at Takeru.
"Daisuke...I couldn't be any happier that you told me. I...I feel the same way." Daisuke nearly fell over in shock. He...what...how...
He smiled at Takeru, who giggled in return.
"So...what do we do now?" Daisuke shrugged.
"For some reason, this harder then actually telling each other how we felt." Takeru nodded, not letting go of Daisuke.
The two boys stayed in that position for a while, until one of them spoke up.
"Hey..why don't we try that kissing thing?"
The other grinned devilishly, and nodded ever so eagerly.
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There's just something cheesy about this...ah, well.
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Survivor
A/N: A gift for Dana-chan! Happy birthday, Dana! *glomps* Kate...I promise I'll get yours out soon! I just have a block at the end, that's all!
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Takaishi Takeru.
Child of Hope.
Survivor of the Chosen Children.
Sad, when you think about it...
He was the last.
But he wasn't supposed to be.
No, he wasn't supposed to be standing here.
His was supposed to be the corpse on the dirt, blood seeping out of it...
Not his.
Not Daisuke's.
He knew that they didn't have a fighting chance without their digimon...
Dead, along with everything else.
Yashamon...
She probably destroyed the real world...along with the digital.
He could still hear her horrible laughter ringing in his ears, as she launched the streak of black light straight at his own heart...
And he could still hear her body, now deprived of all and any life it ever had, fall to the ground, in unison with Daisuke's...
And now, he heard the sweet and painful Daisuke's final words...
"I...love...you..."
A tortured and grief-stricken scream echoed out across the empty and barren hell, once known as the Digital World...
This was it.
The human race was wiped out.
He...wished...oh, god, how he wished that there might be another, but...
He knew with his heart, his soul...
He was the last.
No more pieces of data known as digital monsters roamed this hell hole.
This was it.
He was it.
The last soul...
The closed his eyes, holding back the tears.
Would Daisuke be crying now?
No. Daisuke would be looking for a way-he would try to survive.
Make shelter, even if there was nothing to make it with...
Find food, though there wasn't any...
But no. The better had to die...
And the weakling had to survive.
...The Child of Hope.
The thought of that just made him want to puke...
Hope.
God...he disgusted himself.
Hope...
It was just so...unfitting.
Hope? Hope!?
What hope?
There wasn't any.
Friends-dead.
Family-dead.
The one person who would ever, ever love him...and the one person that he could just love back...
Dead.
Dead...
DEAD!
All his fault...
All. His. Fault.
He deserved to be dead!
Not Daisuke!
That blast was meant for him.
Him.
Takeru!
God, Daisuke was so stupid...
Why?
Why the hell did he have to be such an idiot and shove him out of the way?
Why did he have to take the blast for him?
Why...
Why...
Why the fuck did he have to die!?
If he said that he loved him, how the hell could he just leave him alone!?
How could he let him live if there was nothing left to live for?!
~If Daisuke wanted to die, he should have taken me with him...~
But no. He didn't deserve to be with Daisuke.
Even if Daisuke loved him...
No.
There would always be something there, something to keep them apart...
...What was that?
On the ground...
Oh.
That...
He picked it up, holding out in front of him like it was a dirty diaper.
Disgusting thing...
Wait.
Hold it.
It...it....
It was sharp.
Very sharp.
Sharp enough to...
Wait. Maybe he had to think this over.
Daisuke gave his life...so I could live.
Didn't that mean anything...?
Yeah.
It meant something.
It..
It meant...
It meant...
"It means that I'll be with you soon, Daisuke-kun..." Takeru whispered, as he lifted the black blade of Yashamon, lifted it into the air, then brought it down, and smiled as the blood began to poor...
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The Simple Love of a Child
A/N: Yes, yes, another whacked out couple fic by me. This is the 2000 hit fic, and, the only thing I have left to do is the 1110 fic, then Kenji's gift, then, I'm done! Oh, and Traveler, thanks for the title! Oh, and I'm not the biggest fan of Hikari. In my eyes, she's too...perfect. That's why I try to portray her in a different light in this.
D/C: If I owned them..*shakes head* What's the point in this?
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She? A goddess.
I? I simple child.
You see, Takenouchi Sora could never love me.
Yagami Hikari.
For I am a simple child.
Not meant to lie in her arms, not meant to feel the warmth of her kisses.
I am afraid of her.
I'm afraid of being close to her...
I'm afraid of touching her...
I'm afraid of something accidentally slipping out...
I envy my brother.
He has her heart, although he'll never know it.
He loves someone else, and she'll never now until it's too late.
Taichi thinks that no one notices the 'secret' glances, and the quick, midnight kisses.
But, he's wrong.
Without Sora even knowing, he is breaking her heart.
And for that, I have grown to despise him.
The least he could do is tell her face-to-face.
But, why do I care? Sora could never love me. I often tell myself that, not letting myself look or get near her.
Yet, I can't stop myself from caring.
It's odd, really.
I mean, everyone expects me to end up with Takeru. It's like: "Oh, Hikari and Takeru? Oh, in 5 years, they'll be together. You'll see."
I don't like that.
In my 7 year life, I have always done what was expected of me. I let the other kids use my crayons, I let Taichi watch what he wanted to watch, I let everyone else have my leftovers when I was still hungry, I gave someone else my desert when I wanted it, and I've never complained about it.
It gets annoying after a while, to be so...perfect all the time.
I'm afraid to stop being...whatever I am though.
If I'm not perfection, than what am I?
Sometimes I actually have to remind myself that I'm only 7 years old, and I shouldn't be caring about this stuff.
Do I care?
Sora doesn't.
Why would Sora care about a child's problems? She has more important things to care about than me...
Takenouchi Sora, my love and goddess, has many more important things to care about then the simple love of a child.
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A/N: Sad, I know...but I swear, this is the last Upgrade! Hopefully, after this, I'll be done with the revisions! (Note: Some of these are linked to the original file pages, because the file on that page was replaced, and due to lack of space.)
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Stories:
15. Lucky One-Sora x Mimi
16. School Days-Jyou x Koushiro
17. Setsunakute Ii-Jyou x Iori
18. Survivor-Takeru x Daisuke
19. The Simple Love of a Child-Sora x Hikari
20. Three-Jyou/Koushiro/Taichi love triangle (See: http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=story-read&storyid=39960)
21. Twilight-Part One-AU, various couples
(See: http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=story-read&storyid=39960)
22. Twilight-Part Two-AU, various couples
(See: http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=story-read&storyid=50936)
23. Want-Need-Feel-Takeru x Daisuke
(See: http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=story-read&storyid=122924)
~*~
Lucky One
A/N: Okay, let me just say this: I HATE BRITNEY SPEARS. But, I just heard how good this song was for a Mira, so I had to do this...
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"Tachiwaka Mimi? Ooohh...she's just so lucky!"
"I mean, she's going out with Ishida YAMATO."
"She doesn't deserve him!"
~This is a story about a girl named Lucky…~
Tachiwaka Mimi.
The name that could drive any twelve year old girl green with envy.
Oh, my gosh, she was going out with Ishida YAMATO!
She was sssoooo luckyy!
~Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
It's time for makeup, perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for~
"Come on, Mimi...it's just this one more concert, I promise. Then I'll focus some real time on you, okay?"
Mimi resisted the urge to scream. One more concert, one more concert, one more concert...
"It's ALWAYS one more concert, Yamato! Then it's two, then it's three...I just don't know if I can put up with it anymore!"
"Mimi, look-I promise! Just this one concert, then I'll see what I can do for your singing career and you, all right?"
Well...even though he always said it before...maybe she would trust Yamato this one last time...
After all, how could she not? She..she loved him...
"Look, I need you to be there tonight, okay? At the concert, anyway. Afterwards, you go right home."
Mimi looked at Yamato. He had the nerve...
"I need you there...for support. I know I have my fans...but I need you."
Mimi didn't bother to hold back her smile.
"I need a pretty girl there cheering me on."
Oh...a pretty girl. Is that all she was...?
~They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…~
"Like, she is sooo luucckkky! I mean, she's going out with Yamato, and she gets her own singing career?! Not fair! I mean, that should be ME!"
"But, she is kind of pretty..."
"Did I TELL you that you could talk!?"
~She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night~
"Yama-san...Yama?"
Oh...Yamato had a concert. There must have been another fan-held party that she wasn't invited to...
"Do you love me, Yama-san?"
No answer.
No different from every other night.
~Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?~
"Mimi...the concert was amazing last night! Why weren't you there?"
Mimi held back a smile. He noticed?
"Well, I-
"Oh, well. I have good news. My agent asked about you!"
Mimi felt her heart sink slightly. Did Yamato ever say I love you? No...it was just something about his career, her future career, or his agent...
"What?"
They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…
"He says that you have the right stuff."
Stuff?
"He says that you could be something big."
What made Yamato thing that she wanted to be big?
She just wanted to be loved...
That wasn't to much to ask...right?
~"Best actress, and the winner is…Lucky!"
"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for Lucky"
"Oh my god…here she comes!"~
"Mimi! Mimi! Sign this for me, please!"
"Mom! Hey, Mom! Take my picture with Mimi!"
"Oh my gosh, it's MIMI!"
"Mimi, tell me, is Yamato really a great kisser?"
"Those two together...it's destiny, I'm telling you!"
~Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Why do tears come at night?~
"Isn't it great, Mimi? I can't believe that you're famous!"
Mimi tried not to break down into tears. Another one...and coming from Sora...
"Yeah...it's great..." Sora blinked.
"Are you okay, Mimi?"
Someone...actually...cared if she was okay?
"Oh So-ora! I just feel like no one really loves me for me, they just love Mimi, not Tachiwaka Mimi!" Sora laid a hand on Mimi's shoulder.
"Calm down, Mimi! Okay, start again, but this time, say it slowly, okay?"
Mimi took a deep breath. She just felt so...so...happy...knowing that Sora cared...
"Sora...no one loves me for me. The only one they love is Mimi...not Tachiwaka Mimi..." Sora looked at Mimi, with pity in her eyes.
"Oh, Mimi...there are people who love you!"
Mimi looked up at Sora.
~Does that include you, Sora?~
"W-who?" Mimi asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Yamato."
Oh. Yamato...him.
"He doesn't..." To Mimi's surprise-and joy-Sora wrapped the crying girl in her arms. They stayed in that embrace for...oh, how long? Mimi wasn't really keeping track of time...oh, well.
"M-mimi?" Came Sora's nervous voice.
"Yes Sora?" Sora, to Mimi's disappointment, broke the embrace, and shifted nervously from foot to foot.
"If...Yamato...doesn't love you...would you mind...if I loved you in his place?
Mimi shook her head in disbelief.
Sora...loved...
Did she mind?
"...No..."
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There! My first...NON drama Mira! Never thought I would do it, huh? ^_^
~*~
School Days
Notes&Crap:
A/N: *hugs Dana-chan* I hope you like your gift, Dana! This fic is based on a kawaii Jyoushiro pic on Dana-chan's site, Shadows Beyond Reality. I just loved that pic so much...I had to write a fic about it. Oh, and this is a GIFT to Dana. So, it cannot be posted anywhere else but FFN, my site, and Dana's.
Oh, and to all you arrogant FFN readers:I write Yaoi fics because I LIKE them. I am not trying to get people to believe that the male charecters of Digimon love each other. That is what I think. If you don't think that and like writing straight fics, that's FINE. I am not trying to push what I think about the Digimon love theory on other authors, like some asshole,prejudice, homophobic, Nazi-esqe people on FFN. I'm sorry for the last comment, but people who bash and think that gays are the scum of the earth are no better than Nazi's.
D/C: Well, Toei owns Digimon, Dana owns the pic, and I own the fic. *pauses* Hey, that rhymes!
*****
"He-ey good lookin'."
"Girl, you must be tired, because you have been running in my mind all day."
"I lost my phone number, can I have yours?"
These were the lame American pickup lines that one has been receiving from numerous boys.
And it was all because of one skirt.
Now, any girl would be jumping up and down to find this one skirt that guys went gaga over.
Unless you weren't a girl.
And you happened to be wearing the skirt.
Now, no self-respecting boy would wear a skirt. Unless it was on a dare.
And all boys took any dares that were given to them, even smart boys who knew better.
Like Koushiro.
The dare, exactly? To wear the female school uniform instead of the male required uniform.
Now, Koushiro wouldn't have normally done this. He had enough common sense to know what a half-wit and stupid dare this was. But, some people tend to make stupid decisions when another person is clucking and chanting 'Chicken, chicken, chicken' in your face.
But, it wasn't nearly as humiliating as Koushiro thought it would be.
It was much, much more.
"Hey, Koushiro! Wait up!" He froze. Jyou. There was no way he would let Jyou see him like this. Unfortunately, he heard stumbling footsteps behind him.
"Um, Koushiro? What are you-" Jyou didn't finish, as he was cut off by Koushiro.
"A skirt, alright!? I'm wearing a skirt! I'm doing on a dare! I am NOT a transvestite!" Koushiro cried, snapping from all earlier comments and questions. Jyou backed away slightly.
"Sorry, um, if I offended you or anything-" Once again, Jyou got interrupted by Koushiro.
"No...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have snapped at you like that...it's just it's been kind of embarrassing...a lot of people have been coming up and teasing me...I guess I took what you said the wrong way..." Koushiro said, staring at the ground.
"I understand...I mean, it must be embarrassing, uncomfortable, awkward..." Jyou trailed off at Koushiro's glare.
"Not helping." Jyou sweatdropped.
"Er, sorry."
*****
For some reason unknown to Koushiro, Jyou walked the rest of the way with him.
~I hope no one else starts teasing Koushiro...he doesn't seem to like it...but than agian, who would? But, I don't like to see Koushiro upset, I really, really, don't...~ Unfortunately, this whole period where Jyou stopped to think, Koushiro walked ahead...and into another teaser.
"Hey there, sweet cakes..." a tall, black haired boy teased, pinning Koushiro against a wall. Koushiro flushed, then sweatdropped.
~Poor Koushiro...someone should do something.~ Jyou pitied Koushiro silently. ~Well, why don't I do something?~ he thought, fingering his crest, which hung around his neck. ~But...what..?~
"Hey!" he yelled, heading toward Koushiro and the taller boy. "Back off," he said, swallowing a lump in his throat and slinging an arm around Koushiro, "She's mine." The teaser look surprised, sputtered, then left. Jyou felt Koushiro's gaze on him as he slipped his arm off of Koushiro's. Koushiro looked away, then sat down on a nearby bench.
"I can't do this." he muttered, burying his head in his hands. "I can not do this." repeated, looking up at Jyou, his cheeks flushed. "I mean, I have pride. I'm not...chicking out." Jyou smiled, and dragged Koushiro up.
"Come on. I think I have an idea."
*****
"You didn't have to do that, you know." Koushiro told Jyou, each boy walking home side by side, each boy wearing a skirt. Jyou smiled and took Koushiro's hand.
"I know...but I wanted to."
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Setsunakute Ii
A/N: *grin* Isn't this just the best song? It's Minako's (Sailor Venus's) R single...well, isn't it? Well, this is for MK, aka Iori no Miko...Jyori, for your birthday. ^ ^ And I was planning to use this song for another fan fic, too...and that just shows how special you are. I mean, you're the one I bash various things with! Oh, and this fic takes place around 1-2 years in the future...to avoid confusion.
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~Hey, as I sleep in the night, I can hear you,
and once more, I remember you...~
She's very happy when she's with you, Jyou-san. Just like I would be.
Is that why she flies over here from America so often? I would, if I lived down there, and you were over here...
I hate her. You made me hate her. I never really hated anyone...I never hated her, either, until you two got together. Until she loved you, Jyou-san. Until you loved her.
How could you?
~Ah, opening the pale window
I lift my eyes to the sky, to the planet turning.~
I guess...you have the full right to be with Mimi...it's not like you'll ever love me. And you have the full right to be happy, to love someone.
Why not her?
I remember, though, how I found out about you too...I was this close to telling you how I felt. This close...but then she came along, asked how her 'Jyou-koi' was doing, wrapped her arms around you, and kissed you. It...it...
It hurt. A lot. More then you'll ever know....
~For you, I'll be good
and I'll wear a red ribbon.~
It's not like I can tell you now. You...and her...you're so happy together...how can I destroy that?
No. I love you too much to destroy your happiness, even if it means giving up that small, barely there chance that you might feel the same way.
~From the distance, alone
I watch for someone to call my own.~
I can wait...there are other fish in the sea, right? And some of them aren't too bad, either...
I heard something from Hikari about Miyako...she isn't that bad...and if she loves me, I know that she won't break my heart...
But...dammit, I don't *want* Miyako! I want you, Jyou-san....
I want you.
But...for you...I can wait for someone else.
~How long till I exchange emptiness for love?
In case your spirit
is alone, I'll stand alone...~
I've been alone for so long...
Grandfather died a while ago. My mother isn't around much...I don't know her very well.
I really have no one to connect to, and Miyako ignores me whenever a cute boy comes into view.
According to everyone else, I'm merely a child to be tolerated, not thought of as an equal.
It's degrading...it hurts...
But it's just more icing on the cake, isn't it?
~Hey, through the window, I want to be
with you and hold you in my slender arms...~
I don't think I can be in love with anyone else, even if I tried.
Because there's this chance that Mimi might break up with you, or you might break up with her, and I have to be there, so...if you are...alone, I can...
I need to stop this. It isn't...right to think this way, especially since there's a huge age gap between us. If we ever did fall in love, it would be considered child molesting. And you would be considered jailbait.
I couldn't do that to you, could I?
If...we ever did have a relationship...it would be too much trouble.
More trouble then it's worth...for you, that is.
~And at once, if you're ever threatened and cry
surely, I'll run to you and end it.~
If you and Mimi ever ended your relationship...I would be there. I might not be your crying shoulder, and I might not be the one you confide all your pain in, but I would be there for you.
Even though you wouldn't want it.
You would just say something like 'You'll never know how much this hurts' or 'This isn't for you to worry about, Iori', or you would just ignore me like everyone else does.
If it was Koushiro, however...
~The suit of your spirit is in my heart
and in the distance I can see your profile.~
You would love him, Jyou-san.
Koushiro. If he loved you. I sometimes see the looks you give him...much more loving then the way you look at Mimi. But...he doesn't look at you that way.
Why won't he?
I have an urge to go over there and yell at him about how much he's hurting you...
But that wouldn't change anything. And it would make you hate me.
Just seeing me as a little kid is bad enough....
I wouldn't be able to take it if you hated me.
And you love her, too.
You love them both.
How could you?
Don't you see me?
~My love will never change but
becomes more like you and
is in your name, I'll stand in your name...~
I can't stop my love for you, Jyou.
And I can't change it into something else.
I hate living this lie. I don't know how much longer I can take it...
I'll have to tell someone soon.
Maybe I'll tell Miyako. She'll understand...won't she?
That is, if there aren't any cute boys around.
No, it'll be best if I just keep quiet about this...
Besides, it's not a lie...unless I deny my feelings for you....and I won't do that.
~From the distance, I hold
and watch for someone to call my own.~
You don't love me.
You'll never love me.
I...I...I suppose...I can live with that...
As long as your happy.
It'll hurt for a long time...
But....I guess it's something I can deal with...
For you.
~How long till I exchange emptiness for love?
In case your spirit
is alone, I'll stand alone...~
I'll never get over you.
And I'll never love anyone but you.
But you love another...
So for you...I'll stand alone.
~*~
I know, I know...so short....but...at least I tried, right?
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Settled Differences
A/N: Alright, I know I should be working on a 'Hard Day's Night', but I couldn't help this one! Besides, they look...cute together. And I wrote this because I am PISSED at all those Daisuke bashers out there!
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"Look, Daisuke-Hikari found someone else, all right? Not me, not you...so can we just get over this stupid feud?"
A peace offering from Takeru. How sweet.
But, Motomiya Daisuke wouldn't let himself give in.
That would be like letting Takeru win, even if it wasn't about Hikari anymore.
It was a matter of...pride.
And no, Daisuke wasn't admitting how lame that sounded.
"I'll take that as a 'no'. Look, I'm offering piece here...can you at least hear me out?"
Ugh, Takeru. Stupid jerk who couldn't take a clue...
Daisuke blinked.
Hold it...why exactly did he want to hear what Takeru had to say?
He didn't.
That was right.
But, he didn't have anything better to do...
With a mumble of 'sure', Daisuke turned his back to Takeru.
Takeru nearly gasped.
Well...he didn't expect that.
He expected Daisuke to start yelling at him and storm off, like he did all the other times Takeru offered peace...
But, all those times, it involved Hikari...
Why did Daisuke like her, anyway?
Well...he knew why. Hikari was a pretty, smart, charming...girl.
Girl.
He knew that it sounded selfish, and kind of-very-stupid...but, he felt...mad at Hikari. How could she take away the one thing she wanted?
~Then again, I guess it was more Daisuke's fault than Hikari's...~
But he would never blame Daisuke.
"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" Daisuke's cold voice brought Takeru out of his thoughts. He turned is gaze to him, and found Daisuke's back still turned toward him.
"Oh, yeah...um...well, I could tell that you started...uh...disliking me because of Hikari..." Takeru was cut off by Daisuke.
"Hey! For all you know, this could have nothing to do with Hikari!" Daisuke snapped at Takeru, whirling around to face Takeru, then whirling his back to him again.
...Not about Hikari?
Daisuke...didn't really hate him, did he?
"Daisuke..." Takeru started, a bit afraid. Daisuke wasn't exactly friendly when he was in a bad mood...
"What?" Daisuke winced at the sound of his own voice. He didn't mean to sound that mean to Takeru...even if he was mean a lot, he didn't mean it, it just...slipped.
"If it wasn't because of Hikari...then why do you hate me?" Daisuke laughed slightly, turning to face Takeru.
"I don't hate you..." Takeru couldn't help but feel happy at this. Daisuke didn't hate him...it would have been a lot better if Daisuke said something else, but this was...good enough..."I just find you annoying sometimes."
"Well, in that case...truce?" Takeru asked, shyly holding out his hand. "If it helps, I'll try and be less annoying." Daisuke smiled, and took it.
"Truce."
"Friends?"
"Friends. I really don't know why we started fighting in the first place...wanna know something? I never really liked Hikari anyway...I kind of like another digi-destined." If he could, Daisuke would have kicked himself after saything that. And he certainly would have, if Takeru wouldn't there.
Someone else...? Not Hikari?
That just made Takeru...happy, for some reason.
Stupid reasons, but he was happy...maybe, if Daisuke didn't love Hikari...he...
No! Stupid, hopeful thinking.
"Who? Miyako?" Daisuke blushed slightly, and shook his head.
"You know, we don't have to talk about this..." Takeru felt a bit of hope rise within him. Why couldn't Daisuke tell him...?
"Well...is it one of the new Digi-Destined?" Daisuke nodded, looking away from Takeu. ~Oh, kuso, he's gonna find out...Kami-sama, please don't let him find out...~
Takeru couldn't help but smile. Is it me...? Could he...? There's a chance that he...he...does?
"Daisuke..." Takeru could barely get the words out. "Who do you love-"
He wanted to know? He wanted to know? What...right did he have to know!? None! If he wanted to know...
"You, all right? You! I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU!" Daisuke flushed a deep shade of red after that, resisting the very powerful urge to curl up and die. Why, why did he have to be such...such...such a baka!?
Takeru beamed. It was him...it was him! Oh, Kami-sama, it was him! Daisuke had just started an apology when Takeru threw his arms around him.
"Look, I'm sorry, it's just-huh?" Daisuke looked down in curiosity and shock at Takeru.
"Daisuke...I couldn't be any happier that you told me. I...I feel the same way." Daisuke nearly fell over in shock. He...what...how...
He smiled at Takeru, who giggled in return.
"So...what do we do now?" Daisuke shrugged.
"For some reason, this harder then actually telling each other how we felt." Takeru nodded, not letting go of Daisuke.
The two boys stayed in that position for a while, until one of them spoke up.
"Hey..why don't we try that kissing thing?"
The other grinned devilishly, and nodded ever so eagerly.
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There's just something cheesy about this...ah, well.
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Survivor
A/N: A gift for Dana-chan! Happy birthday, Dana! *glomps* Kate...I promise I'll get yours out soon! I just have a block at the end, that's all!
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Takaishi Takeru.
Child of Hope.
Survivor of the Chosen Children.
Sad, when you think about it...
He was the last.
But he wasn't supposed to be.
No, he wasn't supposed to be standing here.
His was supposed to be the corpse on the dirt, blood seeping out of it...
Not his.
Not Daisuke's.
He knew that they didn't have a fighting chance without their digimon...
Dead, along with everything else.
Yashamon...
She probably destroyed the real world...along with the digital.
He could still hear her horrible laughter ringing in his ears, as she launched the streak of black light straight at his own heart...
And he could still hear her body, now deprived of all and any life it ever had, fall to the ground, in unison with Daisuke's...
And now, he heard the sweet and painful Daisuke's final words...
"I...love...you..."
A tortured and grief-stricken scream echoed out across the empty and barren hell, once known as the Digital World...
This was it.
The human race was wiped out.
He...wished...oh, god, how he wished that there might be another, but...
He knew with his heart, his soul...
He was the last.
No more pieces of data known as digital monsters roamed this hell hole.
This was it.
He was it.
The last soul...
The closed his eyes, holding back the tears.
Would Daisuke be crying now?
No. Daisuke would be looking for a way-he would try to survive.
Make shelter, even if there was nothing to make it with...
Find food, though there wasn't any...
But no. The better had to die...
And the weakling had to survive.
...The Child of Hope.
The thought of that just made him want to puke...
Hope.
God...he disgusted himself.
Hope...
It was just so...unfitting.
Hope? Hope!?
What hope?
There wasn't any.
Friends-dead.
Family-dead.
The one person who would ever, ever love him...and the one person that he could just love back...
Dead.
Dead...
DEAD!
All his fault...
All. His. Fault.
He deserved to be dead!
Not Daisuke!
That blast was meant for him.
Him.
Takeru!
God, Daisuke was so stupid...
Why?
Why the hell did he have to be such an idiot and shove him out of the way?
Why did he have to take the blast for him?
Why...
Why...
Why the fuck did he have to die!?
If he said that he loved him, how the hell could he just leave him alone!?
How could he let him live if there was nothing left to live for?!
~If Daisuke wanted to die, he should have taken me with him...~
But no. He didn't deserve to be with Daisuke.
Even if Daisuke loved him...
No.
There would always be something there, something to keep them apart...
...What was that?
On the ground...
Oh.
That...
He picked it up, holding out in front of him like it was a dirty diaper.
Disgusting thing...
Wait.
Hold it.
It...it....
It was sharp.
Very sharp.
Sharp enough to...
Wait. Maybe he had to think this over.
Daisuke gave his life...so I could live.
Didn't that mean anything...?
Yeah.
It meant something.
It..
It meant...
It meant...
"It means that I'll be with you soon, Daisuke-kun..." Takeru whispered, as he lifted the black blade of Yashamon, lifted it into the air, then brought it down, and smiled as the blood began to poor...
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The Simple Love of a Child
A/N: Yes, yes, another whacked out couple fic by me. This is the 2000 hit fic, and, the only thing I have left to do is the 1110 fic, then Kenji's gift, then, I'm done! Oh, and Traveler, thanks for the title! Oh, and I'm not the biggest fan of Hikari. In my eyes, she's too...perfect. That's why I try to portray her in a different light in this.
D/C: If I owned them..*shakes head* What's the point in this?
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She? A goddess.
I? I simple child.
You see, Takenouchi Sora could never love me.
Yagami Hikari.
For I am a simple child.
Not meant to lie in her arms, not meant to feel the warmth of her kisses.
I am afraid of her.
I'm afraid of being close to her...
I'm afraid of touching her...
I'm afraid of something accidentally slipping out...
I envy my brother.
He has her heart, although he'll never know it.
He loves someone else, and she'll never now until it's too late.
Taichi thinks that no one notices the 'secret' glances, and the quick, midnight kisses.
But, he's wrong.
Without Sora even knowing, he is breaking her heart.
And for that, I have grown to despise him.
The least he could do is tell her face-to-face.
But, why do I care? Sora could never love me. I often tell myself that, not letting myself look or get near her.
Yet, I can't stop myself from caring.
It's odd, really.
I mean, everyone expects me to end up with Takeru. It's like: "Oh, Hikari and Takeru? Oh, in 5 years, they'll be together. You'll see."
I don't like that.
In my 7 year life, I have always done what was expected of me. I let the other kids use my crayons, I let Taichi watch what he wanted to watch, I let everyone else have my leftovers when I was still hungry, I gave someone else my desert when I wanted it, and I've never complained about it.
It gets annoying after a while, to be so...perfect all the time.
I'm afraid to stop being...whatever I am though.
If I'm not perfection, than what am I?
Sometimes I actually have to remind myself that I'm only 7 years old, and I shouldn't be caring about this stuff.
Do I care?
Sora doesn't.
Why would Sora care about a child's problems? She has more important things to care about than me...
Takenouchi Sora, my love and goddess, has many more important things to care about then the simple love of a child.
~*~