Fweee. so here's my story. I wrote it a while back. and I just feel like
finishing it.
Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon, I'd be rich, and I'd also own Disney. But I don't. So, yeah. I also don't own Takeru or any of the people in this fic.
Arrow
*Chapter 1 - Loving Suicide*
Takeru fiddled with his Digivice nervously. He looked around, yearning to see what he wanted to see. The wonderful acorn brown eyes with tint of ruby red shown brightly on a face of porcelain in his mind. The beautiful hair that graced the face was silky and soft, and his hand ran through it whenever he had the chance.
"Hikari." he sighed. Her name was almost as beautiful as she was. The way it clicked off of his tongue made him smile. But where was she? Takeru looked down at his Digivice to check the time.
"Ten thirty." He was right on time, but where was Hikari? She was usually prompt, nearly never late. But now where could she be.
Takeru knew that he was overreacting, but he could not help it. Whenever he was away from Hikari he felt as if he were to be ripped apart, his heart being shattered into a million pieces. But when he was with her, he felt as if he were on top of the world, higher than any point. Her presence strengthened him, filling him with hope and love.
The sound of quick footsteps reached his ears. He perked up, and looked around, spying Hikari running down the street. Her athletic body moved with grace as she flew down the sidewalk. She slowed down to a walk and finally stopped in front of the carrier of hope.
"Takeru-kun, I am so sorry that I am late," Hikari puffed. Her hair was windblown, and her cheeks were a rosy red. Takeru frowned inwardly at the ending she had addressed him.
"It's okay Hikari-chan," Takeru said brightly. He hugged her in a friendly gesture. He was tempted to move his hands down to her butt, but shook off the thought. 'No Takeru, ruining the friendship you two have is the worst thing possible. But. dammit. Stupid hormones.'
"So what have you been up to lately?" Hikari asked, pulling out of the hug to look into Takeru's eyes. He shrugged.
"Oh, nothing much. Just hanging around, thinking about y-going back to school," the boy said, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.
"Same here. I love school and all, but I'm not very fond of going back, are you?" Hikari denounced. Takeru shrugged. As long as he was with this girl of perfection, everything was fine.
They began to walk down the sidewalk, Hikari beside him. It was midsummer in Japan, and the warm days were a change from the cold winter. A cool breez floated through the air, whipping up the edge of his hat and shorts. An idea came to his mind at the thought of something cold, and he grinned inwardly.
"Hey, Hikari-chan? Are you hungry?" Takeru asked quickly, staring straight ahead, being as casual as possible.
"Kind of, not much," she replied.
"You sure? I was thinking about stopping by an ice cream parlor. My treat," Takeru said tauntingly, looking down at Hikari. He had grown since their last adventures in the Digital World. He was now at least a head taller than the chosen child of light, who was now licking her bright lips; ice cream was something she couldn't refuse.
"Would you get me strawberry?!"
"Sure!"
"Yum, it's my favorite!" She cried happily. "You sure you want to pay? I have some money." She dug into her pocket and drew out a bill. Takeru shook his head, and slipped her hand with the money back into the pocket.
"No no, I have enough to buy for the both of us. Don't sweat it!" He replied happily. Hikari couldn't help smiling. They walked down the street slowly, talking about random things, and sometimes even brought up their Digimon.
"Patamon and Gatomon would make a cute couple," Hikari mused, a sly smile on her face. Takeru laughed, not thinking about their Digimon, but himself and Hikari together.
"Imagine that!" He cried cheerfully. Hikari giggled, beaming up at her friend. They walked in silence for a few moments after that. Takeru was emerged in his thoughts of Patamon, who was one of his first priorities in life. He had left the little winged creature with Koushirou and Miyako. They were babysitting Gatomon too, so that he and Hikari could have some time to themselves.
"Hikari-chan! Takeru-san!"
Takeru turned slightly and looked over his shoulder while Hikari turned clear around. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that her face had gained a slightly pinker color, especially around her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes were shining with a light that Takeru had rarely seen in them.
"Konnichiwa Daisuke-san," Takeru greeted formally, turning fully around to greet the other chosen child. Daisuke ignored him and turned to Hikari.
"Wow Hikari-chan! You look great!" Daisuke said cheerfully. Hikari blushed deeper, giggling through her fingers.
"Thank you Daisuke-kun," She replied joyfully. Takeru looked on in spite, his fists tightening. A deep feeling of disgust welled up inside of his stomach.
"Hikari, weren't we going to go somewhere?" Takeru said, trying to shoo Daisuke away. Hikari turned to him, the blush still visible on her face.
"Yeah. hey Takeru-kun, would you mind if Daisuke came along?" she asked. Takeru stood in silence for a moment. Whatever happened to Daisuke-'kun'? The blond haired boy was speechless, thoughts of 'Could she actually like him?' running through his head. He shook it off, and quickly answered.
"Sure Hikari-chan, if it will make you happy."
The threesome continued along the road, Takeru plodding a little behind the other two. 'She just thinks of me as a friend,' he thought angrily, his hand clenching his Digivice tightly. What does she see in Daisuke? What does he have that I don't? Takeru lowered his eyes. I forgot, he has everything. He's popular, funny, good at sports, cheerful, an ok leader, not to mention good-looking... Takeru sighed. And he cares about everything. He admires people, and doesn't put others down. He is a good guy. Takeru dropped his gaze to his shoes. He is perfect. If Hikari wants him, she deserves him. He stopped in his tracks, gazing down at the ground.
"Takeru-kun, what are you waiting for?" Hikari's cheerful voice called from inside the ice cream parlor. Takeru looked up at the most beautiful girl in the world, the one that he would never have. He walked up to her, and placed a bill in her hand.
"Take it and buy something for you and Daisuke-san, I'm not that hungry anymore," Takeru said in a sad tone, a small regretful smile playing upon his lips. He waved goodbye, and walked away, heading for the park in the middle of the city.
"Takeru-kun?" Hikari said quietly.
"Hey, Hikari-chan! Are you coming in or what?" Daisuke shouted from inside.
"Coming Daisuke-kun!"
- - -
Takeru wandered around the edge of the park, the part nearest the ocean. Cool salty breezes wafted up from it, reaching his nose. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent thoroughly. The ocean around here had no beach, but cliffs, some that reached at least fifty meters high. The flimsy railing that followed the path along the cliff did not seem very safe, and was there for just the mere sight. Also along the road were sakura trees. The pink petals bloomed in spring, and stayed until the first signs of fall. It was beautiful, especially at sunset when the flowers fell from the branches, twirling in the wind. Takeru always wanted Hikari to come to the cliff at sunset and gaze out over the ocean with him.
"That'll never happen," he sighed wearily, looking out with sad eyes at the calm ocean. He walked to a bench and sat down heavily, not wanting to stand up anymore. Hikari's words from earlier played in his head. 'Takeru- kun, would you mind if Daisuke came along?'
"She does like him," Takeru sighed, taking his hat off of his head. He began to run over the fabric gently with his fingers. He could see himself going on to high school, watching Hikari be asked out by so many boys, but choosing Daisuke out of them all. At the prom, she would go with Daisuke, while Takeru would go with some other girl, or maybe no one at all. He would spend his time glaring enviously at Daisuke dancing with Hikari, pulling her close. Takeru's grip on his hat tightened, creasing a fold in it. Visions of Hikari's twelfth year formal, her graduation, her college years; if she chose, she could spend them all with any boy she liked, but she would choose Daisuke. Takeru would always be left out to watch in silence, forbidden to talk, as she became engaged, got married, had a baby. He would stand by her as her friend, and never anything more than that.
"But Hikari deserves it," he mumbled, clenching his hat in his hands, knuckles turning white. His eyes shined dully, on the verge of tears that would pour out in self-pity.
"I deserve what?" Takeru jumped at the sound of Hikari's voice, dropping his hat to the ground. Immediatly, any trace of those tears was gone.
"Hi-Hikari!" he yelped. The girl bent down slowly and picked up his hat. She handed it gingerly back to him. He held it close to his body and watched as her elegant figure sat down next to him. She sighed and looked at him with her beautiful auburn eyes.
"Takeru-kun, what is the matter?" she asked, her voice innocent and trusting. Takeru ignored her question.
"What are you doing out here? I thought that you were with, Daisuke-san," Takeru mumbled angrily.
"I was, but I left to come and find you," she answered.
"Oh." Takeru sat nervously, fidgeting, trying to think of something to say. It was silent for a long time, except for the few birds behind the two in the trees, unaware of what was going on. "Why did you come?" he asked finally to break the silence between them.
"I was worried about you Takeru-kun," she said. Takeru shifted his gaze from Hikari to the ground, the ending on his name still ringing in his head like an alarm clock, taunting him on a rainy Monday morning.
"Hikari-chan, I have to ask you something," he said quietly. Hikari looked at him questioningly.
"Ask away," she replied, curious. Takeru sighed, psyching himself up for what he was about to ask.
"Do you. do you like Daisuke-san?" A blush rose to his face, but he hid it by leaning over, his hair moving to cover it up.
"Sure I do. He's a good friend," Hikari replied. Takeru sighed.
"Not. like that, Hikari-chan," Takeru said. He wasn't answered for a long time.
"Yes, yes I do like Daisuke," she replied.
"Oh." Takeru stood up and began to walk away, his hand clenched tightly around his hat. How could this happen? How could he have not seen this? The foreboding tears were building up in his sky blue eyes again.
"Takeru-kun! Where are you going?" Takeru stopped in his tracks.
"Hikari, go back to Daisuke. Tell him that he is very lucky, and he should treasure what he has," he said, not bothering to turn around. Hikari stared at his stern figure, trying to see past it into his mind.
"But-"
"Just go."
Takeru stood until he heard Hikari begin moving away. He sighed heavily, and walked towards the edge of the cliff. The chosen of hope leaned heavily against the flimsy fence. The rays of the sunset reflected off of the water, dancing magically on the waves. The water seemed to be pulling his broken heart farther and farther down. He had no more hope deep inside his soul, just a feeling deep inside of him. It was worse than anything he had ever felt, almost as if he had a sandbag tugging on his soul. He was crushed. Hikari was his life, and even though she would be happy with Daisuke, he was dead. He could go on living, but he would have no point. Even if he got married and had children, he would never forget the girl of his dreams. He would never be truly happy. The boy turned around and watched Hikari's back retreating into the woods. Her shoulders were slumped forward in defeat.
"Hikari, take care of Patamon, take care of Daisuke, and mostly, take care of yourself," Takeru whispered, his eyes shining with tears. One leaked out onto his face. He turned back and looked to the churning waves of the ocean. He stepped over the fence, and then held onto it with his life. It was his life, for it was the only thing separating him from his death, and yet it was also the only thing separating him from her.
"Hikari!" he shouted, his throat nearly clogged with tears. The beautiful girl turned around, then gasped in horror.
"Takeru!" She screamed. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, yet every step she took the more distance there seemed between them.
"Ai shiteru," Takeru whispered, that sympathetic, regretful smile upon his lips. He let go.
Anyway, I hope you guys like that chapter. Please review so that I can post the next chapter. ~Riachu64
Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon, I'd be rich, and I'd also own Disney. But I don't. So, yeah. I also don't own Takeru or any of the people in this fic.
Arrow
*Chapter 1 - Loving Suicide*
Takeru fiddled with his Digivice nervously. He looked around, yearning to see what he wanted to see. The wonderful acorn brown eyes with tint of ruby red shown brightly on a face of porcelain in his mind. The beautiful hair that graced the face was silky and soft, and his hand ran through it whenever he had the chance.
"Hikari." he sighed. Her name was almost as beautiful as she was. The way it clicked off of his tongue made him smile. But where was she? Takeru looked down at his Digivice to check the time.
"Ten thirty." He was right on time, but where was Hikari? She was usually prompt, nearly never late. But now where could she be.
Takeru knew that he was overreacting, but he could not help it. Whenever he was away from Hikari he felt as if he were to be ripped apart, his heart being shattered into a million pieces. But when he was with her, he felt as if he were on top of the world, higher than any point. Her presence strengthened him, filling him with hope and love.
The sound of quick footsteps reached his ears. He perked up, and looked around, spying Hikari running down the street. Her athletic body moved with grace as she flew down the sidewalk. She slowed down to a walk and finally stopped in front of the carrier of hope.
"Takeru-kun, I am so sorry that I am late," Hikari puffed. Her hair was windblown, and her cheeks were a rosy red. Takeru frowned inwardly at the ending she had addressed him.
"It's okay Hikari-chan," Takeru said brightly. He hugged her in a friendly gesture. He was tempted to move his hands down to her butt, but shook off the thought. 'No Takeru, ruining the friendship you two have is the worst thing possible. But. dammit. Stupid hormones.'
"So what have you been up to lately?" Hikari asked, pulling out of the hug to look into Takeru's eyes. He shrugged.
"Oh, nothing much. Just hanging around, thinking about y-going back to school," the boy said, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.
"Same here. I love school and all, but I'm not very fond of going back, are you?" Hikari denounced. Takeru shrugged. As long as he was with this girl of perfection, everything was fine.
They began to walk down the sidewalk, Hikari beside him. It was midsummer in Japan, and the warm days were a change from the cold winter. A cool breez floated through the air, whipping up the edge of his hat and shorts. An idea came to his mind at the thought of something cold, and he grinned inwardly.
"Hey, Hikari-chan? Are you hungry?" Takeru asked quickly, staring straight ahead, being as casual as possible.
"Kind of, not much," she replied.
"You sure? I was thinking about stopping by an ice cream parlor. My treat," Takeru said tauntingly, looking down at Hikari. He had grown since their last adventures in the Digital World. He was now at least a head taller than the chosen child of light, who was now licking her bright lips; ice cream was something she couldn't refuse.
"Would you get me strawberry?!"
"Sure!"
"Yum, it's my favorite!" She cried happily. "You sure you want to pay? I have some money." She dug into her pocket and drew out a bill. Takeru shook his head, and slipped her hand with the money back into the pocket.
"No no, I have enough to buy for the both of us. Don't sweat it!" He replied happily. Hikari couldn't help smiling. They walked down the street slowly, talking about random things, and sometimes even brought up their Digimon.
"Patamon and Gatomon would make a cute couple," Hikari mused, a sly smile on her face. Takeru laughed, not thinking about their Digimon, but himself and Hikari together.
"Imagine that!" He cried cheerfully. Hikari giggled, beaming up at her friend. They walked in silence for a few moments after that. Takeru was emerged in his thoughts of Patamon, who was one of his first priorities in life. He had left the little winged creature with Koushirou and Miyako. They were babysitting Gatomon too, so that he and Hikari could have some time to themselves.
"Hikari-chan! Takeru-san!"
Takeru turned slightly and looked over his shoulder while Hikari turned clear around. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that her face had gained a slightly pinker color, especially around her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes were shining with a light that Takeru had rarely seen in them.
"Konnichiwa Daisuke-san," Takeru greeted formally, turning fully around to greet the other chosen child. Daisuke ignored him and turned to Hikari.
"Wow Hikari-chan! You look great!" Daisuke said cheerfully. Hikari blushed deeper, giggling through her fingers.
"Thank you Daisuke-kun," She replied joyfully. Takeru looked on in spite, his fists tightening. A deep feeling of disgust welled up inside of his stomach.
"Hikari, weren't we going to go somewhere?" Takeru said, trying to shoo Daisuke away. Hikari turned to him, the blush still visible on her face.
"Yeah. hey Takeru-kun, would you mind if Daisuke came along?" she asked. Takeru stood in silence for a moment. Whatever happened to Daisuke-'kun'? The blond haired boy was speechless, thoughts of 'Could she actually like him?' running through his head. He shook it off, and quickly answered.
"Sure Hikari-chan, if it will make you happy."
The threesome continued along the road, Takeru plodding a little behind the other two. 'She just thinks of me as a friend,' he thought angrily, his hand clenching his Digivice tightly. What does she see in Daisuke? What does he have that I don't? Takeru lowered his eyes. I forgot, he has everything. He's popular, funny, good at sports, cheerful, an ok leader, not to mention good-looking... Takeru sighed. And he cares about everything. He admires people, and doesn't put others down. He is a good guy. Takeru dropped his gaze to his shoes. He is perfect. If Hikari wants him, she deserves him. He stopped in his tracks, gazing down at the ground.
"Takeru-kun, what are you waiting for?" Hikari's cheerful voice called from inside the ice cream parlor. Takeru looked up at the most beautiful girl in the world, the one that he would never have. He walked up to her, and placed a bill in her hand.
"Take it and buy something for you and Daisuke-san, I'm not that hungry anymore," Takeru said in a sad tone, a small regretful smile playing upon his lips. He waved goodbye, and walked away, heading for the park in the middle of the city.
"Takeru-kun?" Hikari said quietly.
"Hey, Hikari-chan! Are you coming in or what?" Daisuke shouted from inside.
"Coming Daisuke-kun!"
- - -
Takeru wandered around the edge of the park, the part nearest the ocean. Cool salty breezes wafted up from it, reaching his nose. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent thoroughly. The ocean around here had no beach, but cliffs, some that reached at least fifty meters high. The flimsy railing that followed the path along the cliff did not seem very safe, and was there for just the mere sight. Also along the road were sakura trees. The pink petals bloomed in spring, and stayed until the first signs of fall. It was beautiful, especially at sunset when the flowers fell from the branches, twirling in the wind. Takeru always wanted Hikari to come to the cliff at sunset and gaze out over the ocean with him.
"That'll never happen," he sighed wearily, looking out with sad eyes at the calm ocean. He walked to a bench and sat down heavily, not wanting to stand up anymore. Hikari's words from earlier played in his head. 'Takeru- kun, would you mind if Daisuke came along?'
"She does like him," Takeru sighed, taking his hat off of his head. He began to run over the fabric gently with his fingers. He could see himself going on to high school, watching Hikari be asked out by so many boys, but choosing Daisuke out of them all. At the prom, she would go with Daisuke, while Takeru would go with some other girl, or maybe no one at all. He would spend his time glaring enviously at Daisuke dancing with Hikari, pulling her close. Takeru's grip on his hat tightened, creasing a fold in it. Visions of Hikari's twelfth year formal, her graduation, her college years; if she chose, she could spend them all with any boy she liked, but she would choose Daisuke. Takeru would always be left out to watch in silence, forbidden to talk, as she became engaged, got married, had a baby. He would stand by her as her friend, and never anything more than that.
"But Hikari deserves it," he mumbled, clenching his hat in his hands, knuckles turning white. His eyes shined dully, on the verge of tears that would pour out in self-pity.
"I deserve what?" Takeru jumped at the sound of Hikari's voice, dropping his hat to the ground. Immediatly, any trace of those tears was gone.
"Hi-Hikari!" he yelped. The girl bent down slowly and picked up his hat. She handed it gingerly back to him. He held it close to his body and watched as her elegant figure sat down next to him. She sighed and looked at him with her beautiful auburn eyes.
"Takeru-kun, what is the matter?" she asked, her voice innocent and trusting. Takeru ignored her question.
"What are you doing out here? I thought that you were with, Daisuke-san," Takeru mumbled angrily.
"I was, but I left to come and find you," she answered.
"Oh." Takeru sat nervously, fidgeting, trying to think of something to say. It was silent for a long time, except for the few birds behind the two in the trees, unaware of what was going on. "Why did you come?" he asked finally to break the silence between them.
"I was worried about you Takeru-kun," she said. Takeru shifted his gaze from Hikari to the ground, the ending on his name still ringing in his head like an alarm clock, taunting him on a rainy Monday morning.
"Hikari-chan, I have to ask you something," he said quietly. Hikari looked at him questioningly.
"Ask away," she replied, curious. Takeru sighed, psyching himself up for what he was about to ask.
"Do you. do you like Daisuke-san?" A blush rose to his face, but he hid it by leaning over, his hair moving to cover it up.
"Sure I do. He's a good friend," Hikari replied. Takeru sighed.
"Not. like that, Hikari-chan," Takeru said. He wasn't answered for a long time.
"Yes, yes I do like Daisuke," she replied.
"Oh." Takeru stood up and began to walk away, his hand clenched tightly around his hat. How could this happen? How could he have not seen this? The foreboding tears were building up in his sky blue eyes again.
"Takeru-kun! Where are you going?" Takeru stopped in his tracks.
"Hikari, go back to Daisuke. Tell him that he is very lucky, and he should treasure what he has," he said, not bothering to turn around. Hikari stared at his stern figure, trying to see past it into his mind.
"But-"
"Just go."
Takeru stood until he heard Hikari begin moving away. He sighed heavily, and walked towards the edge of the cliff. The chosen of hope leaned heavily against the flimsy fence. The rays of the sunset reflected off of the water, dancing magically on the waves. The water seemed to be pulling his broken heart farther and farther down. He had no more hope deep inside his soul, just a feeling deep inside of him. It was worse than anything he had ever felt, almost as if he had a sandbag tugging on his soul. He was crushed. Hikari was his life, and even though she would be happy with Daisuke, he was dead. He could go on living, but he would have no point. Even if he got married and had children, he would never forget the girl of his dreams. He would never be truly happy. The boy turned around and watched Hikari's back retreating into the woods. Her shoulders were slumped forward in defeat.
"Hikari, take care of Patamon, take care of Daisuke, and mostly, take care of yourself," Takeru whispered, his eyes shining with tears. One leaked out onto his face. He turned back and looked to the churning waves of the ocean. He stepped over the fence, and then held onto it with his life. It was his life, for it was the only thing separating him from his death, and yet it was also the only thing separating him from her.
"Hikari!" he shouted, his throat nearly clogged with tears. The beautiful girl turned around, then gasped in horror.
"Takeru!" She screamed. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, yet every step she took the more distance there seemed between them.
"Ai shiteru," Takeru whispered, that sympathetic, regretful smile upon his lips. He let go.
Anyway, I hope you guys like that chapter. Please review so that I can post the next chapter. ~Riachu64