~-Daisuke-~
~-Kinari Ichijouji-~
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon. yada ya. I am making no money whatsoever from this story. yackity-shmackity. Don't sue because I warned you.
Chapter 1: The Gift Is Given
Daisuke's Beamer slowly rolled to a stop in front of a small bungalow. Loud music echoed from the walls. He quickly assumed that something was wrong, as an unknown, jet black motorcycle was parked on the front lawn.
He screeched to a halt and practically threw himself out of the Beamer. "Hikari! I'm coming!" He shouted as he thrust the front door open.
Nothing was out of place. In fact, it looked as though the house had been tidied up. He rushed into the t.v. room, where the rest of the group was already assembled.
Hikari, decked out in her new clothes (bought for her three weeks ago in America by Mimi) A tight blue tank top and fluorescent green pants, perched herself in the alcove of the window. Her smile radiated and shone. Unmistakably, this was one reason Daisuke had fallen so madly in love with her.
Miyako, snuggling closer to her boyfriend, Ken. Her purple hair went perfectly with purple belly top and brand new blue jeans. However, she still needed new glasses in Daisuke's opinion.
Iori, keeping quietly to himself in the corner. Black spikes. Black t- shirt. Black pants. Black shoes. He was even wearing black contact lenses. He hadn't spoken in two years, since his Goth phase finally surfaced.
Ken, pulling farther and farther away from Miyako. His love for her purple hair was dying down. But he didn't know how to tell her that. Instead, he confided in Daisuke.
Taichi. Hikari's only brother. Soccer star. He boasted about his invitation to play on the national team at every chance he got. He was the reason Daisuke stopped playing soccer. Mainly because of the "accident" four years ago. They had been practicing together when Taichi kicked a hard ball into his leg, as well as his brand new cleats, breaking Daisuke's left leg and ruining his hopes for a going professional. Daisuke doesn't think it was an accident.
Yamato began strumming on his guitar and lightly whispering lyrics to himself and scrawling them down on a pad of paper. It didn't seem as though he did much of anything else lately. He was just back from a Japan tour, and dying to share his experiences with everyone else. He quickly brushed his hair out of his eyes and managed a glance towards Daisuke.
Koushirou, seemingly the only one paying any attention to anything at all. He rushed up to Daisuke with his laptop and a serial connector. "You have some explaining to do." He plugged in the serial connector and flashing images appeared on the screen. Daisuke waved him off and glanced around the room again.
Jyou, apparently taste testing all of the food, checking for various poisons and diseases. All he ever did since he became a doctor was test stuff. One day, he even wanted to test Daisuke's hair gel. But that was a few years ago, when Daisuke was still "One of them." Things changed. . .
Sora, sitting at an equal distance from both Taichi and Yamato. What did anyone expect. She had tried to go out with both of them at the same time and then was caught with a third party man. Not one of them has spoken to the other since.
The only person Daisuke didn't expect to see was Mimi. She was still in America. Although she had flown Hikari out three weeks ago. She insisted that they "catch up on everything". Yeah right. the bitch just wanted to flash her money. And her. . . improper sense of style.
"Wait. I'm missing someone. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10."
Takeru? A dark, sullen figure sulked in the shadows, farthest from the window. His skin looked almost yellow. sickly. His blonde hair had lost its shine and his eyes were gasping for sunlight. He lowered his sunglasses and sent a glare at Daisuke, which rumbled down, into his spine.
Daisuke dropped to one knee, unexpectedly and placed his fingers on his temples, soothing them.
Almost immediately, the group engulfed him, well. All of them except for Iori, whom appeared to be meditating and Takeru, who was letting out a low rumbling noise from his throat.
"He's laughing at me. He's laughing! How could he laugh at this?" Daisuke thought as the others helped him up and dragged his limp body over to a chair.
"Daisuke-Kun. Are you okay? Speak to me!" Hikari whispered harshly. She bent down towards his lips and embraced them with hers.
A gagging noise was heard from the opposite side of the room. "Can we just get on with it? I have business to attend to." Takeru hissed. His voice had deepened since the last time any one of the digidestined had spoken to him.
Ignoring him, Daisuke answered Hikari. "Yeah. I'll be fine. I just. got nauseous."
"Yeah, see. He's fine now. I have somewhere to be. in thirty minutes. an we please just give her our gifts?" A mischievous glint grew in Takeru's weak eyes as he steadied himself against a wall. He held a small black box out to Hikari, who reluctantly took it, Jyou now tending to Daisuke.
Hikari gently slid the lid off of the box and pulled out a black jeweled necklace, with a flashing red jewel in the center.
Takeru fastened it around Hikari's neck, an odd smile creeping over his face.
"Thank you Takeru. I won't ever take it off." A tone of voice came out of Hikari's mouth that hadn't been heard in five years. Since the last time she actually felt feelings toward Takeru.
"I've got one for each of you. I'll be right back in. Why don't you guys give her your gifts?" Takeru sugested as he darted out of the house.
"Why would he have something for all of us when it is Hikari's Birthday?" Daisuke seemed to be lost in thought. Jyou tapped him on the shoulder, "Snap out of it man. You're freaking us out.?
"Huh? What are you talking about? Is it illegal to think?" Daisuke asked.
"Just give her your gift." Takeru mumbled as he walked back in.
Daisuke pulled out the velvet case just as Takeru began to fasten something around his neck. Hikari grasped the case as Daisuke fell to the floor, blacked out.
Takeru knew immediately what Hikari had gotten from Daisuke. It could only be one thing. The Selphynian jewels.
BTW: THIS STORY TAKES PLACE WHEN THE DIGIDESTINED ARE THE FOLLOWING AGES
DAISUKE: 18
TAKERU: 18
HIKARI: 18
MIYAKO: 19
IORI: 15
KEN: 18
TAICHI: 21
YAMATO: 21
KOUSHIROU: 21
JYOU: 23
MIMI: 21
SORA: 21
Please also note that although this chapter may appear somewhat short on the internet that I spent 6 hours writing this chapter so that you could all enjoy.
~-Kinari Ichijouji-~
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon. yada ya. I am making no money whatsoever from this story. yackity-shmackity. Don't sue because I warned you.
Chapter 1: The Gift Is Given
Daisuke's Beamer slowly rolled to a stop in front of a small bungalow. Loud music echoed from the walls. He quickly assumed that something was wrong, as an unknown, jet black motorcycle was parked on the front lawn.
He screeched to a halt and practically threw himself out of the Beamer. "Hikari! I'm coming!" He shouted as he thrust the front door open.
Nothing was out of place. In fact, it looked as though the house had been tidied up. He rushed into the t.v. room, where the rest of the group was already assembled.
Hikari, decked out in her new clothes (bought for her three weeks ago in America by Mimi) A tight blue tank top and fluorescent green pants, perched herself in the alcove of the window. Her smile radiated and shone. Unmistakably, this was one reason Daisuke had fallen so madly in love with her.
Miyako, snuggling closer to her boyfriend, Ken. Her purple hair went perfectly with purple belly top and brand new blue jeans. However, she still needed new glasses in Daisuke's opinion.
Iori, keeping quietly to himself in the corner. Black spikes. Black t- shirt. Black pants. Black shoes. He was even wearing black contact lenses. He hadn't spoken in two years, since his Goth phase finally surfaced.
Ken, pulling farther and farther away from Miyako. His love for her purple hair was dying down. But he didn't know how to tell her that. Instead, he confided in Daisuke.
Taichi. Hikari's only brother. Soccer star. He boasted about his invitation to play on the national team at every chance he got. He was the reason Daisuke stopped playing soccer. Mainly because of the "accident" four years ago. They had been practicing together when Taichi kicked a hard ball into his leg, as well as his brand new cleats, breaking Daisuke's left leg and ruining his hopes for a going professional. Daisuke doesn't think it was an accident.
Yamato began strumming on his guitar and lightly whispering lyrics to himself and scrawling them down on a pad of paper. It didn't seem as though he did much of anything else lately. He was just back from a Japan tour, and dying to share his experiences with everyone else. He quickly brushed his hair out of his eyes and managed a glance towards Daisuke.
Koushirou, seemingly the only one paying any attention to anything at all. He rushed up to Daisuke with his laptop and a serial connector. "You have some explaining to do." He plugged in the serial connector and flashing images appeared on the screen. Daisuke waved him off and glanced around the room again.
Jyou, apparently taste testing all of the food, checking for various poisons and diseases. All he ever did since he became a doctor was test stuff. One day, he even wanted to test Daisuke's hair gel. But that was a few years ago, when Daisuke was still "One of them." Things changed. . .
Sora, sitting at an equal distance from both Taichi and Yamato. What did anyone expect. She had tried to go out with both of them at the same time and then was caught with a third party man. Not one of them has spoken to the other since.
The only person Daisuke didn't expect to see was Mimi. She was still in America. Although she had flown Hikari out three weeks ago. She insisted that they "catch up on everything". Yeah right. the bitch just wanted to flash her money. And her. . . improper sense of style.
"Wait. I'm missing someone. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10."
Takeru? A dark, sullen figure sulked in the shadows, farthest from the window. His skin looked almost yellow. sickly. His blonde hair had lost its shine and his eyes were gasping for sunlight. He lowered his sunglasses and sent a glare at Daisuke, which rumbled down, into his spine.
Daisuke dropped to one knee, unexpectedly and placed his fingers on his temples, soothing them.
Almost immediately, the group engulfed him, well. All of them except for Iori, whom appeared to be meditating and Takeru, who was letting out a low rumbling noise from his throat.
"He's laughing at me. He's laughing! How could he laugh at this?" Daisuke thought as the others helped him up and dragged his limp body over to a chair.
"Daisuke-Kun. Are you okay? Speak to me!" Hikari whispered harshly. She bent down towards his lips and embraced them with hers.
A gagging noise was heard from the opposite side of the room. "Can we just get on with it? I have business to attend to." Takeru hissed. His voice had deepened since the last time any one of the digidestined had spoken to him.
Ignoring him, Daisuke answered Hikari. "Yeah. I'll be fine. I just. got nauseous."
"Yeah, see. He's fine now. I have somewhere to be. in thirty minutes. an we please just give her our gifts?" A mischievous glint grew in Takeru's weak eyes as he steadied himself against a wall. He held a small black box out to Hikari, who reluctantly took it, Jyou now tending to Daisuke.
Hikari gently slid the lid off of the box and pulled out a black jeweled necklace, with a flashing red jewel in the center.
Takeru fastened it around Hikari's neck, an odd smile creeping over his face.
"Thank you Takeru. I won't ever take it off." A tone of voice came out of Hikari's mouth that hadn't been heard in five years. Since the last time she actually felt feelings toward Takeru.
"I've got one for each of you. I'll be right back in. Why don't you guys give her your gifts?" Takeru sugested as he darted out of the house.
"Why would he have something for all of us when it is Hikari's Birthday?" Daisuke seemed to be lost in thought. Jyou tapped him on the shoulder, "Snap out of it man. You're freaking us out.?
"Huh? What are you talking about? Is it illegal to think?" Daisuke asked.
"Just give her your gift." Takeru mumbled as he walked back in.
Daisuke pulled out the velvet case just as Takeru began to fasten something around his neck. Hikari grasped the case as Daisuke fell to the floor, blacked out.
Takeru knew immediately what Hikari had gotten from Daisuke. It could only be one thing. The Selphynian jewels.
BTW: THIS STORY TAKES PLACE WHEN THE DIGIDESTINED ARE THE FOLLOWING AGES
DAISUKE: 18
TAKERU: 18
HIKARI: 18
MIYAKO: 19
IORI: 15
KEN: 18
TAICHI: 21
YAMATO: 21
KOUSHIROU: 21
JYOU: 23
MIMI: 21
SORA: 21
Please also note that although this chapter may appear somewhat short on the internet that I spent 6 hours writing this chapter so that you could all enjoy.