The First Year
There's something wrong with my comp's modem so I can't post my fics as quickly, also, school is starting very soon so I might not be able to keep up the demands of homework and writing fanfiction. Sorry! Oh, and I don't own Digimon and or any of it's associates because if I did Daisuke would have died already although I'm extra nice to him in this fic. I also don't own BSB or any of their songs. Here's the next chapter anyway.
In case you forgot, here's the last paragraph from the last chapter.
Hikari finally came to Takeru. They stared hard in each other's eyes with mutual understanding. No words were said, but somehow they understood that none should be said. "Boarding flight 177. Last Call. Please proceed to gate 9. That's flight 177 at gate 9. Thank-you." "Oh, that's my flight." said Hikari breaking the stare as she picked up her bag and followed Daisuke to gate 9. There she found Hitoru. Hikari looked back once more and shouted. "Sayonara minna-san. I'll miss you." Those last sweet words for three long years from Hikari echoed across the airport racing through Takeru's mind. "I'll miss you too." Takeru whispered.
Hikari stepped off the plane tired, and literally broken as the flight had been what seemed to be a very long journey, but she was finally there. With Hitoru and Daisuke, they walked to wait for their luggage as Hikari collapsed on a bench. Hitoru went to an airport coffee shop to grab coffee for the three of them as Daisuke looked out for their luggage. Three people were always better than one. As soon as they gathered all their luggage, they went outside to seek a taxi to their apartment in which they would be sharing for the next three years. Finally, the luggage was loaded as Hikari and Hitoru sat in the back and Daisuke in the front to give the taxi driver instructions to the apartment. Hikari and Hitoru instantly fell asleep but Daisuke had too much on his mind to concentrate on. 'Sigh, why won't she listen to me? I'm going to fall deeply in love with her whether I want to or not. Takeru will be so depressed and angry at me. just great. Life can't get any better I suppose.' Daisuke thought as he glanced at the rearview mirror of the taxi. He saw only one thing. Hikari. Sleeping peacefully, while he was being tormented with the thoughts of unfaithfulness to himself.
Back in Japan, Takeru had returned home. He turned on the stereo in his room and tried so hard not to cry but a single teardrop slid down his cheek. Hikari was gone, slipped from the grasps of his hands. Then he heard a song, 'The Answer To Our Life'. It seemed to make all the sense in the world.
'So please, show me a reason, give me a sign, tell me the way we fall out of line, is it today or is it tonight, we'll find, the answer to our life.'
He reminded himself of all the good memories he had of Hikari and with her. That would keep him alive. Takeru went to his trash can and found two picture halves. He used scotch tape and carefully taped the halves back together.
Hikari and Hitoru awoke as they found themselves in front of an apartment. The one in which they would be spending for the next three years. Daisuke went to the taxi trunk and helped the driver unload their luggage as Hitoru and Hikari got out of the taxi, stretched and yawned. As Daisuke paid the taxi driver, Hikari and Hitoru gathered their luggage and carried it to the lobby as Daisuke followed suit. "Well, here we are! Were living in apartment 29 on floor 1. Here Hikari, Hitoru, take your key." Daisuke said with forced cheerfulness as he handed keys to Hikari and Hitoru. Hikari opened the front door and went in as Hitoru and Daisuke followed. They arrived at room 29 after dragging their luggage through a long corridor. Their apartment was a cozy one, not too small, not too big and there were two rooms, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a small storage closet. Because the rent was split three ways, and Hikari and Hitoru paid the most, the girls got the rooms but Daisuke was cheap so he got to sleep in half of the living room. Soon, the girls and Daisuke got adjusted and unpacked their belongings. Daiuske's space was limited but he made do with what he had which was basically a futon, a dresser and a desk. He put his notebook computer on his desk, hastily stuffed his unfolded clothes into his dresser, dropped his blankets on his futon, put up a partition to separate his space from the living room, and finally sat down on the futon thinking 'So this is university life?'. His conscience was relaxed and free of thoughts of his dilemma at the moment.
Hikari heaved the mattress up to her room's bed frame and neatly made her bed. She folded up her clothes neatly and sorted them, putting them in her drawers. Satisfied, Hikari sat down on her bed. She looked out her window and sighed. How much she missed Japan was indescribable. Boston was a much different place in contrast to Japan. Hikari couldn't wait until the phone line was activated. Then she could call her friends back at home or talk them online. It was better than sitting here, homesick, but then again, there was the problem of keeping up with her studies. School would start in three days and the days thereafter would be hectic if Hikari wanted to have good grades.
There's something wrong with my comp's modem so I can't post my fics as quickly, also, school is starting very soon so I might not be able to keep up the demands of homework and writing fanfiction. Sorry! Oh, and I don't own Digimon and or any of it's associates because if I did Daisuke would have died already although I'm extra nice to him in this fic. I also don't own BSB or any of their songs. Here's the next chapter anyway.
In case you forgot, here's the last paragraph from the last chapter.
Hikari finally came to Takeru. They stared hard in each other's eyes with mutual understanding. No words were said, but somehow they understood that none should be said. "Boarding flight 177. Last Call. Please proceed to gate 9. That's flight 177 at gate 9. Thank-you." "Oh, that's my flight." said Hikari breaking the stare as she picked up her bag and followed Daisuke to gate 9. There she found Hitoru. Hikari looked back once more and shouted. "Sayonara minna-san. I'll miss you." Those last sweet words for three long years from Hikari echoed across the airport racing through Takeru's mind. "I'll miss you too." Takeru whispered.
Hikari stepped off the plane tired, and literally broken as the flight had been what seemed to be a very long journey, but she was finally there. With Hitoru and Daisuke, they walked to wait for their luggage as Hikari collapsed on a bench. Hitoru went to an airport coffee shop to grab coffee for the three of them as Daisuke looked out for their luggage. Three people were always better than one. As soon as they gathered all their luggage, they went outside to seek a taxi to their apartment in which they would be sharing for the next three years. Finally, the luggage was loaded as Hikari and Hitoru sat in the back and Daisuke in the front to give the taxi driver instructions to the apartment. Hikari and Hitoru instantly fell asleep but Daisuke had too much on his mind to concentrate on. 'Sigh, why won't she listen to me? I'm going to fall deeply in love with her whether I want to or not. Takeru will be so depressed and angry at me. just great. Life can't get any better I suppose.' Daisuke thought as he glanced at the rearview mirror of the taxi. He saw only one thing. Hikari. Sleeping peacefully, while he was being tormented with the thoughts of unfaithfulness to himself.
Back in Japan, Takeru had returned home. He turned on the stereo in his room and tried so hard not to cry but a single teardrop slid down his cheek. Hikari was gone, slipped from the grasps of his hands. Then he heard a song, 'The Answer To Our Life'. It seemed to make all the sense in the world.
'So please, show me a reason, give me a sign, tell me the way we fall out of line, is it today or is it tonight, we'll find, the answer to our life.'
He reminded himself of all the good memories he had of Hikari and with her. That would keep him alive. Takeru went to his trash can and found two picture halves. He used scotch tape and carefully taped the halves back together.
Hikari and Hitoru awoke as they found themselves in front of an apartment. The one in which they would be spending for the next three years. Daisuke went to the taxi trunk and helped the driver unload their luggage as Hitoru and Hikari got out of the taxi, stretched and yawned. As Daisuke paid the taxi driver, Hikari and Hitoru gathered their luggage and carried it to the lobby as Daisuke followed suit. "Well, here we are! Were living in apartment 29 on floor 1. Here Hikari, Hitoru, take your key." Daisuke said with forced cheerfulness as he handed keys to Hikari and Hitoru. Hikari opened the front door and went in as Hitoru and Daisuke followed. They arrived at room 29 after dragging their luggage through a long corridor. Their apartment was a cozy one, not too small, not too big and there were two rooms, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a small storage closet. Because the rent was split three ways, and Hikari and Hitoru paid the most, the girls got the rooms but Daisuke was cheap so he got to sleep in half of the living room. Soon, the girls and Daisuke got adjusted and unpacked their belongings. Daiuske's space was limited but he made do with what he had which was basically a futon, a dresser and a desk. He put his notebook computer on his desk, hastily stuffed his unfolded clothes into his dresser, dropped his blankets on his futon, put up a partition to separate his space from the living room, and finally sat down on the futon thinking 'So this is university life?'. His conscience was relaxed and free of thoughts of his dilemma at the moment.
Hikari heaved the mattress up to her room's bed frame and neatly made her bed. She folded up her clothes neatly and sorted them, putting them in her drawers. Satisfied, Hikari sat down on her bed. She looked out her window and sighed. How much she missed Japan was indescribable. Boston was a much different place in contrast to Japan. Hikari couldn't wait until the phone line was activated. Then she could call her friends back at home or talk them online. It was better than sitting here, homesick, but then again, there was the problem of keeping up with her studies. School would start in three days and the days thereafter would be hectic if Hikari wanted to have good grades.