A/N: It's inevitable, I know, no one's reading this, but I'm doing it anyways, hai? I don't own Digimon, and I'm not actually bashing Hikari, she's my favorite, she and Takeru are so kawaii together, though it may not seem as though I think so. Anyways, if you have something to say, I did something wrong, you have a bone to pick with my writing, whatever, just tell me, writers don't grow unless they're criticized. Arigatou.



1 Gloves



I am Light incarnate. I am the other half of Hope. I am the guardian of both of our worlds . . . And I cannot understand why they chose me.

I am scared is what I am. I am alone, and I cannot do what they want me to. I cannot be who they think I am.

When I was sucked into the world of the dark ocean, I couldn't fight it, I was too weak. I would have been devoured by it, lost forever if Takeru hadn't come to my rescue. Takeru . . . He rode in on Pegasusmon like a knight in shining armor straight from the pages of a fairy tale, his crest blazing. Except, instead of a perfect princess with hair as golden as his own and sapphire eyes to match, all he got was me. I don't know what he could possibly see in me, why he and Daisuke fight over me.

What if they're just pretending? What if all their arguing was just a cruel joke to make stupid Hikari think, "Maybe I am pretty. Maybe I am worth something?" . . . No. Takeru would never do that to anyone, not even someone like me.

He is so good and pure! He is kind to everyone, even Daisuke, even when he's being a jerk and calling him Tameru. Takeru is the one who deserves to be the bearer of Light. Light and Hope and Courage and Friendship and Kindness and Love and Purity and Knowledge and Faith. All of it! All of it is in him, shining out of his endlessly blue eyes and spilling over onto those around him. He is the strongest, though he'd never say so, he wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Besides, he's so modest; he probably doesn't even see himself that way.

If he found out what I am . . . he'd hate me. He's too good to hate anyone, but he'd hate me if he knew what I really was. That's why I have to hide, why have to pretend I deserve to be Digidestined, that I'm worthy of being the Angel of Light. No one can know my secret, can know why I wear those long gloves. It's my punishment for lying to them all, the scars that crisscross my forearms. The pain. The line of red that wells up and falls into the sink, a stain against the pure white. Like me. A stain upon the world. I'm sorry Takeru, I'm just not good enough. Someday I won't be able to hide that from you anymore, and that will be the day I die once and for all…. But for now, all I have is a razor, and not enough courage to cut deep enough. For now, all I can do is wait, and bear the pain.





A/N: I told you I was making her dark in this.