Let go of your heart
Let go of your head
Babylon....
Hikari picked up a small flat stone and flung it across the dark blue waves. It didn't skip, but she didn't really care. The sky was clear, the sun was hot--it would have been too hot, had there not been a stiff ocean breeze to blow her hair about and create the waves that stopped her rock from swiftly skimming their surface.
She loved the beach, absolutely loved it. Life in the small white house barely out of the ocean's reach was exactly perfect, every moment was filled with something and someone, even cleaning was fun because there was always someone to do it with. Mopping the floors was no longer drudgery. Just add open windows, music, sponges and Miyako--and there she was, dancing around the kitchen, getting soap everywhere but getting the floor clean anyway.
At night it was quiet and only slightly dark, because the moon reflected off the ocean so. Sometimes she would sit on the half-submerged rocks then and just look. Sometimes there would be music coming from their little white house. Sometimes Taichi would ask her what she was doing outside and fully dressed at two in the morning.
Nothing, she would say.
He understood, though maybe he didn't know why he did. He would leave her at peace and try to supress the worry for her...she was thirteen then. She was perfectly able to take care of herself. Time and again, Hikari had proven herself in control.
There are some things you can't prove.