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*A Hurricane not far from here*
*A Glimpse of What Would Be*
"Sora-chan..."
Sora whirled around. "Yamato!" she cried. "I cannot believe you did this!"
Yamato winced. "I will make it better, Sora, I swear I will..."
Sora looked exasperated. "Yamato, this is the third date you screwed up," she told him. "Hard enough I have those exams to worry about, much less worry about one simple date." She sighed, propping herself up on the wall outside her building. "Yamato-san, what's wrong?"
Yamato shrugged, joining her at the wall. "I-I'm just a little worried, that's all," he said shakily, taking her hand. "I mean, I'm worried about these exams. I've been worried since the band decided to break up. I've been worried since my father's been taken to the hospital." He sighed. "I haven't even heard from Takeru for a while."
"Takeru?" she piped. "You guys always talked for hours on end..."
"Not lately," he said glumly. "I've been busy with all those physics and labs that I haven't been able to check up on him." He shrugged sullenly as the night breeze took over his moods. "I feel like I'm slipping away, somehow. I'm losing touch, here, Sora, seized with a wave of panic. "Don't say that," she told him. "You're going to be fine. If we just stick to the plans we've made, we're going to be all right." She kissed him gently on the lips. "You're going to be alright, Yamato-san. It's just a phase."
He breathed. "It's just a phase."
She smiled. "Yes, it is."
They were about to kiss again when they saw a tall man approach he building casually in sneakers, track pants and a t-shirt. The man had short brown hair and the face was filled with determination and a hint of sadness. They knew immediately who it was.
"Taichi!" Sora called, waving.
Taichi Yagami turned to see Sora and Yamato leaning by the wall. Oh, Sora, he thought. It's time I let you go...so why am I still clinging on to you like no tomorrow? He sighed heavily; she loved Yamato, not him. End of story. He smiled cheesily to hide his sadness and waved.
"Come here, Taichi!" Yamato called to him.
It hurt. They probably didn't know the way he felt about all of this. Of course not; four years, four days, didn't change. Didn't matter. He just couldn't bear hanging around them for the moment until he could heal his broken heart. "I have to go," he told them, then disappeared into the building quickly.
Sora frowned. What was wrong with Taichi? He always came over. He always hanged around. But lately, Taichi was acting strangely, like something was bothering him...or hurting him. She turned the curious frown to Yamato, who was also frowning slightly. "What's wrong with him, Yamato-san?"
"I don't know, Sora-chan," Yamato replied, uncertain. "I'll go talk to him. I'm sure there's a logical reason why he's acting so strangely lately." He kissed her on the nose, making her giggle. "Don't worry."
"Okay," she replied. "Call me, okay?"
"Sure thing," he replied, walking away.
Sora looked up to the sky, where the stars were twinkling. Oh, Taichi, she thought, why can't you just tell us what's wrong...
"It's so nice outside, huh, Ken?" Miyako asked. She was standing on a bridge beside Ken, gazing out at the night sky. Tokyo lit up in lights as the moon glistened, whole and bright. She smiled and turned towards Ken, who was gazing dreamily at the moon.
She sighed dreamily, looking back at the night sky. I can't believe my luck! she thought. I'm standing under the night sky beside the most gorgeous guy in history! Ooooh, is Hikari gonna melt when I tell her of this day! She didn't realize that Ken was watching her think.
"What'cha thinking about?" he asked.
Miyako felt herself blush completely. He looked so casual with her, his eyes the stormy blue-gray and his hair brushed by the touch of the wind. He was leaning on the railing, so they made eye contact. "Um...well...I was thinking about why the moon is so bright tonight, that's all!"
"You're lying," Ken said gently.
Miyako felt herself blush even more. How did he know? she wondered. The wind blew again, sweeping her magenta hair from her shoulders, making her blink in surprise. Ken remained cool and calm as she blushed madly and said, "Okay, Ken Ichijouji, you caught me...I was thinking about you."
Ken raised a brow, but otherwise kept his cool. "I thought so," he said, smiling in her embaressment. He then lifted his hand to touch her face before drawing her to a kiss. "I never felt this...happy, before. And I wonder, why is that?" He drew his hand away and coiled it together. "And then I realize that every time I spend with you, I feel like a different person from who I really am. This is the person I was supposed to be, if not the Dark Spore was planted in me...and you brought out the best of me."
"Gee, Ken, you're good at flattering," Miyako said, flushing. "Do you do this to all the girls you come across?"
"Only the really pretty ones," he replied, obviously teasing. Miyako blinked; the guy sure knew how to tease since she had never seen Ken with any other girl before. Am I, she thought carefully, his first? It was certainly a wonder, but she didn't want to be rude.
"Miyako," he said slowly, "can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Ken," she replied.
"Are you feeling," he said, slightly baffled, "like..."
Miyako leaned over. "What?"
He shrugged. "Like...this is it...like, this is for real." When Miyako just looked at him blankly, he shrugged it off. "Never mind, I'm probably bringing this up at the wrong time anyways."
Miyako smiled and kissed him. "Shall we go home now, Ken-san?"
"In a while."
Hikari was looking ahead outside the window while Takeru was watching her. He was holding her hand, drifting in dreamland, unaware that he was looking at Hikari for a long time. She smirked and gazed back at him. "Takeru-san," she said, "you're staring at me."
Takeru blushed and turned away. "Oh, sorry."
She patted his hand gently. "It's okay," she replied, "it's kawaii, really."
"Oh?"
Hikari nodded, then turned back to the window, shining bright inside. She was really giddy...no, hyper...over the past moments. She had never really kissed a guy before unless it was on the cheek or something. When she kissed Takeru, she felt something powerful in the kiss, something so strong, it couldn't be wrong. Was it true love? She didn't know.
Oooh, wait till Miyako hears this, she thought, she'll be squirming!
Takeru blushed and returned to looking at the window. He never felt this happy before, even before the kiss...the kiss had opened his eyes and saw the world in a different light. He felt different, completely different. Now he understood how his older brother, Yamato, felt.
I wonder how he is, he thought.
"Hikari-kun?"
"Yes, Takeru-kun?"
"How do you think the others will react?" he asked.
Hikari shrugged. "I don't know," she replied. "But I do know that they'll accept us and this." She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. "Are you worried, Takeru?"
"No!" he replied quickly. "Of course not."
"Good," she said with a smile, kissing him again. "I---"
"Yagami Hikari," came a voice from behind. "Takaishi Takeru."
The happy couple turned around to see a tally and scraggy guy standing behind them in the middle of the corridor. He had messy brown hair and was wearing his school uniform, which was similar to theirs since they went to the same schools. The face was all too familiar.
"Motomiya Daisuke," Takeru said neutrally.
Daisuke pointed to the cheek. "How's the cheek?"
"Fine," Takeru replied calmly.
"That's good to hear," Daisuke replied casually, whistling.
Hikari felt panicky...what did he want from them? The suspense was killing her. Somewhere, deep in her mind, she could recall how Daisuke had punched Takeru's lights out and how overprotective he was of her. He posed much of a threat now as he did before with her relationship with Takeru. "Daisuke, what do you want from us?"
Daisuke gave her an innocent look. "Oh, just seeing what's up..."
"Cut the crap, Daisuke," Hikari said firmly, "why are you here?"
Both Daisuke and Takeru looked surprised as Daisuke brushed his hair back and looked at them icily. "I saw you guys kiss," he stated simply.
~*End of Chapter*~
*A Hurricane not far from here*
*A Glimpse of What Would Be*
"Sora-chan..."
Sora whirled around. "Yamato!" she cried. "I cannot believe you did this!"
Yamato winced. "I will make it better, Sora, I swear I will..."
Sora looked exasperated. "Yamato, this is the third date you screwed up," she told him. "Hard enough I have those exams to worry about, much less worry about one simple date." She sighed, propping herself up on the wall outside her building. "Yamato-san, what's wrong?"
Yamato shrugged, joining her at the wall. "I-I'm just a little worried, that's all," he said shakily, taking her hand. "I mean, I'm worried about these exams. I've been worried since the band decided to break up. I've been worried since my father's been taken to the hospital." He sighed. "I haven't even heard from Takeru for a while."
"Takeru?" she piped. "You guys always talked for hours on end..."
"Not lately," he said glumly. "I've been busy with all those physics and labs that I haven't been able to check up on him." He shrugged sullenly as the night breeze took over his moods. "I feel like I'm slipping away, somehow. I'm losing touch, here, Sora, seized with a wave of panic. "Don't say that," she told him. "You're going to be fine. If we just stick to the plans we've made, we're going to be all right." She kissed him gently on the lips. "You're going to be alright, Yamato-san. It's just a phase."
He breathed. "It's just a phase."
She smiled. "Yes, it is."
They were about to kiss again when they saw a tall man approach he building casually in sneakers, track pants and a t-shirt. The man had short brown hair and the face was filled with determination and a hint of sadness. They knew immediately who it was.
"Taichi!" Sora called, waving.
Taichi Yagami turned to see Sora and Yamato leaning by the wall. Oh, Sora, he thought. It's time I let you go...so why am I still clinging on to you like no tomorrow? He sighed heavily; she loved Yamato, not him. End of story. He smiled cheesily to hide his sadness and waved.
"Come here, Taichi!" Yamato called to him.
It hurt. They probably didn't know the way he felt about all of this. Of course not; four years, four days, didn't change. Didn't matter. He just couldn't bear hanging around them for the moment until he could heal his broken heart. "I have to go," he told them, then disappeared into the building quickly.
Sora frowned. What was wrong with Taichi? He always came over. He always hanged around. But lately, Taichi was acting strangely, like something was bothering him...or hurting him. She turned the curious frown to Yamato, who was also frowning slightly. "What's wrong with him, Yamato-san?"
"I don't know, Sora-chan," Yamato replied, uncertain. "I'll go talk to him. I'm sure there's a logical reason why he's acting so strangely lately." He kissed her on the nose, making her giggle. "Don't worry."
"Okay," she replied. "Call me, okay?"
"Sure thing," he replied, walking away.
Sora looked up to the sky, where the stars were twinkling. Oh, Taichi, she thought, why can't you just tell us what's wrong...
"It's so nice outside, huh, Ken?" Miyako asked. She was standing on a bridge beside Ken, gazing out at the night sky. Tokyo lit up in lights as the moon glistened, whole and bright. She smiled and turned towards Ken, who was gazing dreamily at the moon.
She sighed dreamily, looking back at the night sky. I can't believe my luck! she thought. I'm standing under the night sky beside the most gorgeous guy in history! Ooooh, is Hikari gonna melt when I tell her of this day! She didn't realize that Ken was watching her think.
"What'cha thinking about?" he asked.
Miyako felt herself blush completely. He looked so casual with her, his eyes the stormy blue-gray and his hair brushed by the touch of the wind. He was leaning on the railing, so they made eye contact. "Um...well...I was thinking about why the moon is so bright tonight, that's all!"
"You're lying," Ken said gently.
Miyako felt herself blush even more. How did he know? she wondered. The wind blew again, sweeping her magenta hair from her shoulders, making her blink in surprise. Ken remained cool and calm as she blushed madly and said, "Okay, Ken Ichijouji, you caught me...I was thinking about you."
Ken raised a brow, but otherwise kept his cool. "I thought so," he said, smiling in her embaressment. He then lifted his hand to touch her face before drawing her to a kiss. "I never felt this...happy, before. And I wonder, why is that?" He drew his hand away and coiled it together. "And then I realize that every time I spend with you, I feel like a different person from who I really am. This is the person I was supposed to be, if not the Dark Spore was planted in me...and you brought out the best of me."
"Gee, Ken, you're good at flattering," Miyako said, flushing. "Do you do this to all the girls you come across?"
"Only the really pretty ones," he replied, obviously teasing. Miyako blinked; the guy sure knew how to tease since she had never seen Ken with any other girl before. Am I, she thought carefully, his first? It was certainly a wonder, but she didn't want to be rude.
"Miyako," he said slowly, "can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Ken," she replied.
"Are you feeling," he said, slightly baffled, "like..."
Miyako leaned over. "What?"
He shrugged. "Like...this is it...like, this is for real." When Miyako just looked at him blankly, he shrugged it off. "Never mind, I'm probably bringing this up at the wrong time anyways."
Miyako smiled and kissed him. "Shall we go home now, Ken-san?"
"In a while."
Hikari was looking ahead outside the window while Takeru was watching her. He was holding her hand, drifting in dreamland, unaware that he was looking at Hikari for a long time. She smirked and gazed back at him. "Takeru-san," she said, "you're staring at me."
Takeru blushed and turned away. "Oh, sorry."
She patted his hand gently. "It's okay," she replied, "it's kawaii, really."
"Oh?"
Hikari nodded, then turned back to the window, shining bright inside. She was really giddy...no, hyper...over the past moments. She had never really kissed a guy before unless it was on the cheek or something. When she kissed Takeru, she felt something powerful in the kiss, something so strong, it couldn't be wrong. Was it true love? She didn't know.
Oooh, wait till Miyako hears this, she thought, she'll be squirming!
Takeru blushed and returned to looking at the window. He never felt this happy before, even before the kiss...the kiss had opened his eyes and saw the world in a different light. He felt different, completely different. Now he understood how his older brother, Yamato, felt.
I wonder how he is, he thought.
"Hikari-kun?"
"Yes, Takeru-kun?"
"How do you think the others will react?" he asked.
Hikari shrugged. "I don't know," she replied. "But I do know that they'll accept us and this." She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. "Are you worried, Takeru?"
"No!" he replied quickly. "Of course not."
"Good," she said with a smile, kissing him again. "I---"
"Yagami Hikari," came a voice from behind. "Takaishi Takeru."
The happy couple turned around to see a tally and scraggy guy standing behind them in the middle of the corridor. He had messy brown hair and was wearing his school uniform, which was similar to theirs since they went to the same schools. The face was all too familiar.
"Motomiya Daisuke," Takeru said neutrally.
Daisuke pointed to the cheek. "How's the cheek?"
"Fine," Takeru replied calmly.
"That's good to hear," Daisuke replied casually, whistling.
Hikari felt panicky...what did he want from them? The suspense was killing her. Somewhere, deep in her mind, she could recall how Daisuke had punched Takeru's lights out and how overprotective he was of her. He posed much of a threat now as he did before with her relationship with Takeru. "Daisuke, what do you want from us?"
Daisuke gave her an innocent look. "Oh, just seeing what's up..."
"Cut the crap, Daisuke," Hikari said firmly, "why are you here?"
Both Daisuke and Takeru looked surprised as Daisuke brushed his hair back and looked at them icily. "I saw you guys kiss," he stated simply.
~*End of Chapter*~
