O.K., Hikari's is the first in a set of three PWP fics. It was my first opinion on the love triangle thing they had going on between Daisuke, Hikari and Takeru.

d/c: Don't own a thing

Heavenly Love

I don't get it. I honestly cannot understand it. Yet, here I am, living it. I'm here in this little cafe, stirring the sugar into my coffee with you. And him. I don't see it. Yeah, like usual he's fawning over me, acting like I'm some kind of goddess. It's annoying. Disgusting. Weird.

And yet, you sit there, gazing at him and smiling. I don't get it and I suppose I never will. You don't say it, but you don't have to. It simply isn't necessary. I can read you like a book. Every thought you have I can read, simply by your face.

But why him? What about me? Weren't we deemed the 'perfect couple' ever since the digital world? People say it's fate and I'm not differing. I mean, our Digimon are both angel type!

Wait a minute. That's stupid. That's something that Daisuke would say. So why have you fallen for him? He obviously doesn't return your feelings but I do! Face it Takeru- he's an annoying, obnoxious jerk! He would probably call you a fag or something if you told him your feelings. So why not me? I don't know and probably never will.

Look, there he goes. Daisuke spilt the creme on himself when he reached across to pour sugar in my coffee i guess. Or some action of the sort. Look, there you go, helping him even though he'd undeniably refusing your touch. Yet, you simply laugh and continue to help, until he can't fight you any more.

Don't you realise it Takeru? The only reason he'd ever accept your love was if you forced it on him. But you're not that type. You're kind and gentle- your spirit would be crushed under his rein.

I gaze upon you. You're blond hair, hidden under the adorable hat you wear, your blues eyes a sea of emotion and love. For him. Sometimes I'll day dream and I'll imagine you running up me to, giving me a passionate kiss, telling me loving Daisuke was all an act so I wouldn't guess. But I know it's not. Knowledge is the most terrible thing a person can have. It can also be the best, depending on how you use it and what you know. In my case, I'd prefer if I was a stupid, blundering idiot like Daisuke. Maybe it would earn your affection.

Suddenly my elbow slips against the table. I'm sent crashing towards the ground, as my chair topples over me. Groan as my head hits the floor, painfully. I heard the table shake as I came into contact. I hear mumbles of conversation stop as everyone takes time to look at me. They don't offer to help. I barely notice that I fell in Takeru's direction. His side of the table. Did I do it intentionally? Either way it doesn't matter. Takeru looks amused. Amused! How could be look amused?! I fell! I could've injured myself. And yet, he sits there with his raised eye brow and half smile, not attempting to help me in anyway! In fact, Daisuke is the one who helps me.

He asks me if I'm all right. Yeah, I am. He flips up my chair and helps me up. I shove him away in that polite way I have, while I sit back down and sip my coffee. Eventually everyone is talking again. We're talking. Most of it generates from Takeru, who seems to have forgotten the incident. Daisuke is looking at me with concern. I ignore him.

We could have a match made in heaven, Takeru. If only you weren't so blind.

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O.K., here was Hikari's P.O.V. Next is Daisuke's. ::everyone stares at her:: What are you waiting for? Why are you still reading this! My Dai-Chan is waiting!