May Be Love…
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, never will!
Hi, folks…Finally, *REVISED*! This is just my prologue of May Be Love… And I meant it to be "May Be" with a space. Review, please!
Revisions: Changed the names, some dialogue, some descriptions. I'm very iffy on the title – should I change it? I'm planning a new look for this.
NOTE: T.K. and Kari are fourteen, in eighth grade… In Japan, if in America or Australia I were fifteen, I'd be considered sixteen in Japan. Japan counts from birth as one… two… IN America and Australia (and etc.), it's zero… one… etc… And, pretend that Kari is a real tomboy from the start. They're in jr. high, and they have uniform!
Key:
"…"-dialogue
'…'-thoughts
(…)-Kara Kasai interrupting the story
*-time elapsed or scene change
Italics-stressed words
Walking down the hall, Yagami Hikari chatted with her good school friend, Yume.
It was a mild early spring day, where the sun shined brightly but the wind could be so harsh and cold and brisk. Despite what the weatherman had said, it was quite cool. Of course, what could that matter when you were inside the school? One couldn't care for more, as long as the heater worked . . .
Kari fumbled with her locker combination, holding her light pile of books by one hand. She continued to listen to her friend, babbling on about how unfair science class could be. She slipped her science notebook into the locker and picked out her math folder. Ugh, math, she thought with a small frown. She could really despise math. She searched for her math textbook explaining the complicating equations of algebra and more. She closed her locker with a slam.
The other girl, Yume, blurted, "Are you really going out with Takeru?" almost anxiously. She looked down slightly to Kari, her green eyes searching desperately for an answer.
Kari was caught off guard. "What?" she asked, surprised. She frowned, then giggled. "Takeru? You mean T.K.? Man, I haven't heard his proper name for a LONG time! What do you mean? Going out with him?" she demanded quizzically. She rolled her eyes. She was never going to marry – she had no intention of doing so. In fact, she had no interest in boys or fashion, unlike her friend Tachikawa Mimi…
Yume began to babble. "The whole school is buzzing with rumours that you are going out with the totally cutie Takeru Takaishi… THE basketball star… You spend so much time with him…so?" Yume threw questions at Kari in the most random way. "Or maybe you haven't noticed that Takeru-kun is so handsome?" She waved her hand in front of Kari, as if giving her much of a "reality check."
Kari raised an eyebrow. She giggled in mischief, and answered, "Hello! It's T.K.! Not Takeru… I mean, his mom doesn't even call him that often…" 'Unless she doesn't want us to go to the Digi-World…' her mind added unconsciously. She shook her head in her ignorance.
"You know his mom?" Yume looked surprised. She gaped slightly at Kari, tucking her light brown hair behind her ear.
Kari rolled her eyes in exasperation again. "T.K. and I have been best friends for ever. It'd never change, Yume, but . . . .don't get your hopes up too high," she reminded with a hint of irony, Hope . . .Take's symbol, "because he isn't interested in any girl. The love of his life is basketball."
"That's what I thought… Now, I know that the handsome Takeru is single!!!!" Yume squealed, hugging Kari simultaneously, ignoring what the brunette had said about not getting her hopes up too high. She smiled brightly down to Kari.
Kari shook her head, thinking that her friend was hopeless. How could her friends fall helplessly in "love" as they called it? One thing, for sure, she knew that love wouldn't come for a long time . . .at least for her. After all, how could she fall for her best friend? The thought brought a small inward laugh, nervousness stirring inside her. What a thought! Me and T.K.? HA! she thought with a shake of her head. Still, a small shiver of her heart bothered her in such an unnoticeable way.
Maybe it could happen, though, maybe. Maybe she could fall in love with him . . . . . . . . . .
Maybe I could love him, she thought simultaneously, but immediately erased the thoughts from her head. It was a ridiculous thought that she could fall in love with him, of all people. Even though she loved him dearly as a friend, and would kiss him, she couldn't fall in love with her best friend: the hat-boy goofball, Takaishi Takeru. No, I couldn't, not even how sweet and cute he can be . . . . . . .
Maybe she could fall in love with him. It may be love.
Was that a good prologue? Hope it was… Review! Tell me how you like it so far!
~Kara