Sorry this took so long! It's just that I had writer's block and homework. Enjoy.
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Liquid sunlight flooded through Daisuke's bedroom window, illuminating the room with a golden glow. Golden as his room was, he was not in a golden mood. For he had just lost the Hikari war. The war that had lasted since 5th grade, when Takeru had arrived. The war that had ended, now, 2 years since its beginning.
Why did he have all the rotten luck?
He was here first. Well, here in Odaiba, anyway. Takeru had already known Hikari during 2nd grade, in the digiworld. Daisuke hadn't entered the picture until 4th grade, when he'd moved here. And it had been great.
Hikari had always attended his numerous soccer games, listened, cheered him up when he was sad (which was almost never), and actually paid him some attention! But with her old friend around, those things didn't happen anymore. And now she'd have even less time for Daisuke.
The other digidestined hadn't helped at all. Miyako was happy for them, Iori was his usual self, and the older Chosen had all congratulated them. Daisuke merely fumed silently, for he was afraid of what else he would've done.
The worst thing was that he'd been there, too. A witness, of a blushing Takeru asking Hikari out. Any mental pictures he'd taken had been ripped to shreds and deposited in a trash can. If only he'd kicked a soccer ball at Takeru's head. Or asked Hikari out first.
Well, he had come pretty damn close to that, but interruptions always made an appearance. It seemed like Murphy's Law was applied especially to his life. His rotten, sad, life, filled with disappointment and failure and envy and tragedy...well, not tragedy. But his life was still rotten, tragedy or no tragedy.
Daisuke wanted to change that.
But how? His life was his life, and he was Motomiya Daisuke, not Takeru Takaishi. Takeru surely had a better life. He was smarter, more popular, the girls liked him better, he was good at basketball...and he was nice. That was the basis of all his success. Kindness.
Sickly sweet kindness that Daisuke would never manage. The thought repulsed his mind, and he pushed it away. Kindness was a definite no. He'd have to try something else.
"Daisuke! Do you want to be late for school again?!"
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Snowflakes are unique. No two snowflakes are alike. Daisuke was wondering how that could be possible when millions were drifting to the snow-covered ground. Since it was snowing so heavily, there wasn't any school today. And Daisuke was silently rejoicing.
He hadn't fully recovered from the psychological wound yet, but he was feeling a little better. Ever since the pair's status became boyfriend and girlfriend, Daisuke had avoided the couple as much as possible. And he never said anything.
They looked pretty much the same as always, but Daisuke saw an invisible smirk in Takeru's smile. Or else it was just his imagination. But however smug Takeru's smile was, Daisuke's infatuation with Hikari remained. The only thing he didn't do was flirt with her, and the only thing he'd lost other than Hikari was his hope.
DING-DONG!
"I'll get it!"
Daisuke raced to the door, thinking it was one of his friends. It turned out to be his worst fear. And the nerve! His arm was around her, and she was wearing his dumb hat. Both were covered in freshly-fallen snow. Takeru and Hikari. Instead of what he itched to do, which was pummel Takeru into a bloody pulp, Daisuke muttered "hello."
Hikari brushed some snow off herself and spoke. "How'd you like to see a movie with us? The theater isn't far."
"If you guys are going to kiss, no." The words slipped out of Daisuke's mouth, but he didn't really care anymore.
Hikari laughed. "No, of course not. We just thought you might be lonely today."
"Fine, then. Let's go." Daisuke grabbed a coat and walked out the door. The snow was still falling, landing in his hair and on his clothes. He stopped to enjoy it for awhile, not noticing that Takeru and Hikari were already walking away.
"Hey, wait for me!"
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Hikari was perfectly still, eyes glued to the screen. Takeru was perfectly still, eyes glued to the screen. Daisuke was perfectly still, eyes glued to Hikari.
She didn't look very different from 3 years ago, when he'd first met her. Hikari's features were pretty much the same, she just looked older, since she was. Daisuke could still remember that first day of 4th grade.
The details were crystal clear in his mind, it was almost like yesterday. Yesterday. If only it was yesterday. Then he'd be happy, Hikari would pay him more attention, and best of all, her new idiot boyfriend simply wouldn't be here!
But it wasn't yesterday. It was 3 years ago, just a week after Daisuke had moved from Tomoeda to Odaiba, since his father had gotten a new job. He'd been pretty glad to move, because of the numerous enemies he'd left behind. And the numerous bad memories.
Even if he didn't have enemies, he didn't have friends either. And there wasn't one friendly face in the room-well, actually, everyone was too busy talking about what they did over summer vacation. So Daisuke decided to find his seat. It was in the smack middle of the room, next to a girl.
Well, his neighbor should be a girl, since the nametag read "Yagami Hikari", and Hikari was a definite girl's name. Daisuke sighed, and sat down.
"Hey Hikari!"
"Hi Tamako."
She was slightly pretty, with short brown hair, and reddish brown eyes. A pink clip held back hair from her face, and she was currently wearing a pink T-shirt, blue jeans, and a camera around her neck. Daisuke assumed this was Hikari, who sat down next to him and smiled.
"Hi, are you new here?"
After some time, Daisuke made other friends, and some enemies, but Hikari was his first and truly special. Some of his friends would call Hikari his "girlfriend". Daisuke would retort by saying she was his best friend, and a girl. They'd then say she was his "best girlfriend". He'd then roll his eyes in mock annoyance.
But then their comments started to get to him. Daisuke began to spend less and less time with his friend, until the only times he saw her was in class. Finally, during the summer before 5th grade, she confronted him. He told all. She told all. Their friendship was renewed. And then she went on a holiday to Hawaii.
It was during this time that Daisuke's crush developed. So when 5th grade began, he'd already started thinking of her as his girl. Problems arose. For Takeru Takaishi was a new student in their class. And then it seemed like 4th grade had never happened. Hikari was never paying attention to him, not going to his soccer games if there was also a basketball game, doing everything with Takeru, etc. etc.
The Hikari War had began. And now he had lost, and was currently in a movie theater with Hikari and the person he hated the most.
A pink-gloved hand waved in front of his face. He blinked.
"Hey, Daisuke, the movie's over."
"Huh? Oh! Sorry!" Daisuke scrambled out of his seat and out of the theater, Takeru and Hikari chuckling good-naturedly.
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If I made any mistakes, tell me in your review. Oh yeah. This'll be in Daisuke's POV for the rest of the fic, since I can sort of relate to him. I just have a way better love life. ^_^ Don't forget to review!
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