Erm, a little Hikari angst I though of. Warning of Takedai. Not for Hikari fans. I originally wrote down a bunch of thoughts Hikari would have and then I put them into a poem. I have both. Poem is second.
D/c: I don't own Digimon
Today I ask Takeru if he would study with me.
He's busy.
I ask Daisuke if he'd like to go see a movie.
Sorry, previous arrangements.
I ask Takeru again the next day.
No.
But he might be free on Thursday.
I hit up Daisuke.
Not today.
I don't get it. I really, truly, just don't get it. And it's scaring me.
A month ago, Daisuke would have dropped his mothers' funeral to go out with me.
Today he won't skip doing his homework.
Funny. He doesn't do homework. At least he never hands it in.
Funny.
And Takeru. If I wanted to study with him, he used to be there in a flash.
Now I have to make an appointment.
What's changed?
Takeru and Daisuke are nicer to each other.
They don't fight so much.
In fact, they never fight anymore.
Daisuke never calls me his girl.
Takeru never defends my freedom of choice.
What went wrong?
Another meeting goes past.
Daisuke and Takeru talk.
They agree.
Most of my opinions are brushed off. Daisuke's considers it, but then usually drops it.
My opinions are always there.
I wait for Takeru to defend them. Come my knight in shining armour.
He doesn't.
At the end of the meeting I ask to walk home with him.
He made a promise to Daisuke.
I ask if I could walk with both of them
He replies they'd rather be alone.
I don't get it.
They would've dropped each other in a second to walk with me in the old days. Times are changing.
Later I phone Takeru.
He answers, but seem preoccupied.
I ask him why he didn't defend my opinions.
He replies Daisuke has good reason for why they wouldn't work.
I hang up. Rudely.
I feel bad.
I walk over to Takeru's apartment to apologise.
The door is open.
I walk in.
There they are. On the couch.
Making out.
I blink to see if it's real. It is.
I run.
What happened?
Did I play around with them too much?
Let too much time pass?
Maybe it just wasn't me…
Poem
Both boys were busy today
Neither had time to spare
I hit them both up the following day
Said if I planned ahead they'd be there
Neither seems to be around a lot
They never stay with me for long
Both used to gravel and beg at my feet
Yet now rush as in a marathon
What all has changed in that while?
Why does Daisuke never call me 'his girl'?
Why does Takeru not defend my rights?
Why am I not still the centre of their worlds?
Yet another meeting comes to pass
Both boys seem to agree on most
But yet when my opinions come
They are brushed off like debris
I wait for Takeru to defend me
And battle Daisuke's critic
Yet he does nothing of the sort
And it leaves me feeling weak.
After it I ask Takeru
If he would take the pleasure of walking me home
He had asked Daisuke and when I asked to come along
He said they'd rather be alone.
I was confused and I was hurt
I call Takeru on the phone
Takeru answers but seems preoccupied
Perhaps he's not home alone?
I slam the phone to his ear,
When he answers not to my liking
I feel guilty about my rudeness
So to his home I go biking
I go up the apartment, open the door
And I dislike what I see
Takeru was making out with Daisuke
Daisuke's place where I should be.
I do the first thing that comes to mind
I run very far away
I don't want to have to face either of them
On the following summer day
And when I opened my eyes
And was able to see
The one your heart belonged to
Was never actually me
This is why it should be illegal for me to write poetry. I guess it didn't suck too badly. It rhymed. Slightly.