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Magedark-*cough* Usually I'd get my muses to do this for me but-

*Camera pans to two chibis, gagged and bound*

Magedark- -_-; and so I'm stuck doing this myself. Anyhow- *drags out disclaimer and all that junk that her chibi muses would have done for her, except they're currently tied up. *

*Disclaimer- I don't own Digimon. If I did, the show would be all Takari and I'd be filthy rich. So no suing. You wouldn't get much anyhow.

Author's note- May be one of the few times that I ever write something that's not outright Takari from beginning to end, so as for pairings… who knows. Just to keep in mind, I am writing this as I go along, so gomen if it seems a little weird. On the business of names and etc., I use the original Japanese names for the Chosen Children/Digidestined, and for the others I use the names from the dub. At least it's HOPEFULLY very close to the original- I do live in America, you know. *

A Change of Light

Hikari's POV

I smile as the bell rings, signaling the end to yet another day of school. I pack up my belongings quickly in order to not be late. To be late would mean that the others would have to wait. Lately, the others had grown snappish at me if I was even a few minutes late, so I wanted to be there on time.

I walked quietly down the hallway to the computer room, my mind on the dreams I'd been having recently. They scared me. What do they want? I thought absently. I guess I was really deep into my thoughts because I was at the computer room before I heard the voices coming from inside.

"Face it, TR. She's just playing games with you."

I stopped. Daisuke?

Another voice, one until now that I never realized as being so whiny and well, shrewish chimed in "She doesn't care about you at all. She only wants to get rid of Daisuke here."

Miyako. The bitch. She probably wants Takeru herself.

Another voice, this one full of defeat and sadness, as he had lost a war, "I hate to say this, but I think you're right."

Please tell me you don't mean it please tell you don't mean it…

I open the door quietly, just as Iori is saying, "I think that-" Everyone turns and looks at me as I softly say, "Takeru, please say you didn't mean that." But of course I know he meant that, and so I distance myself from him by calling him not by his nickname, but his name.

He is hurt. He opens his mouth. "Kari, I-"

My body stiffens. "Don't lie to me." He is in shock. I smirk. So the great Takeru Takaishi messes up once again. Takeru Takaishi, the god of basketball, the guardian angel girls dream of, the saint of total perfection, all whom the girls of Odaiba think is heaven-sent. Since he obviously doesn't have a good lie for him to use- I'd see through it anyway- I turned to Iori. "So, Iori. What do you think of me? Am I to be condemned or redeemed?"

He is pensive for a few minutes, and then he replies quietly, "I think you should leave."

Daisuke butts in. "We're going to the Digital World and you're not invited."

Miyako sneer, "You are not welcome."

Takeru just stares at me sadly with his beautiful eyes.

"Gatomon?"

She turns away from me. "I'm sorry."

Oh to be rejected by one's own digimon! How low have I sank? I leave quietly, and somewhere off into the distance, I hear Daisuke cry, "Digiport open!" As soon as I am out of sight of the school, I begin to run.

Magedark- Like? Hate? The faster I get reviews, the faster I upload more chapters! So please review… Be kind too, people. It's my first posted fic, and even though my friends thought it was good, I'm still apprehensive about posting it on ff.net, so be nice! Bye!

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