Oops, forgot the disclaimer on the last chap: I do not own Digimon. So
please please please don't sue me! It won't do any good-I don't have
anything to pay with, so I'll just sing for you.
Chapter 2
That night Yamato and Taichi walked, laughing, into Yamato's apartment. Taichi was spending the night-Hikari was staying with Miyako. "I still can't believe you said that to Mimi. You had to know that would get her mad!" Yamato laughed, dropping his coat over his sofa. Taichi shrugged. "Well, yeah, but it was true." he said, moving a pile of shirts to sit down. "Dude, you do NOT tell a girl that their hair doesn't look good. It's just not something you do!" the blonde countered. "I didn't say her hair looked bad! I just said she was having a bad hair day!" Taichi whined. "Whatever."
Yamato rolled over on the sofa. "Did you notice Takeru being strangely quiet today?" he asked, a worried look on his face. Taichi nodded, also looking worried. "Hikari told me he's been acting distant for weeks. I was hoping you'd know something about it." he said. Yamato shook his head. "I think I'll ask him about it tomorrow." he decided. "And you should apologize to Meems." Taichi's eye twitched. "I don't see why she's so mad, anyhow."
Takeru opened the door to his apartment and turned on the lights. His mom wasn't home, she was working. He sighed and put his shoes in the closet. He rubbed his eyes and went to get ready for bed. The day had felt incredibly long, and Takeru had surprised himself by wishing it was over. He'd always looked forward to these celebrations-it was the only time they were all together, save Christmas. But this one had just seemed to annoy Takeru, like a fly that won't stop buzzing around your ear.
He shrugged it off as fatigue and lay down on his bed. Along with being rather detached lately, he'd felt extremely tired. He'd actually considered quitting the basketball team a few times, but he had managed to maintain a desire to play the sport. He started to nod off when it began to rain. His eyes slowly shut as the droplets of water beat against the glass pane of his window. His last thoughts were about how rain meant so many different things to people. Sorrow, luck, despair, danger, and.hope.
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Hikari frowned as she brushed her hair. She was really worried about Takeru- he'd hardly smiled twice during the whole picnic. Hikari missed his smile. It always lit up his whole, beautiful face and made those sky blue eyes dance. His whole being would radiate his happiness, just as it always radiated his other emotions. And today it had radiated exhaustion. And confusion.
"Hey Hikari, I think Ken's finally getting the message that I like him." Miyako's voice cut into Hikari's thoughts. She smiled. "That's great, Miyako." she said, and proceeded to forget about Takeru for the night.
Sora opened the umbrella she had thought to bring with her to the picnic. 'I hate the rain.' she thought, hurrying through the sheets of cold water. 'I still can't believe Yamato drank that stuff. SOOO gross. Ew!' She pulled open the door to her apartment and was greeted by the regular scent of a bazillion types of flowers. "Hi Mom," she greeted, entering the kitchen to grab a snack.
"Oh, Sweetie, you're soaked!" exclaimed her mother, jumping up and wrapping a towel that seemed to have been just waiting on the table to dry someone off around her. Sora laughed. "I'm fine Mom, I just got a little wet!" she said, shrugging her mother off. "Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you, you've got an email. I haven't read it," her mother added quickly when she saw the scandalized look on her daughter's face, "I just have heard that annoying beeping all day long, and I thought I'd tell you."
"Okay, Mom, I'll go get it before it makes the flowers wilt." Sora laughed as she went to get it. She swung open the door and collapsed on her bed, wrapping her hair up in the towel before opening up the email. She stopped smiling instantly when she read it:
Chosen Children,
You'll pay.
Okay, there's the second chapter, so give me your opinions and perhaps I'll write more!
Muse: It won't do any good, any comments they give you will be negative, because that's the only kind of comment anyone with any sort of sanity or intelligence would EVER give you, as your such a horrible writ-*is cut off when she is suddenly hit by a huge, metal calculator*
As I was saying..Please R&R! You see, that's what that little key right down there is for; you're meant to click it, add this to your fav lists, add me to your fav authors list, and then review this story..it's what you're supposed to do..please?
Chapter 2
That night Yamato and Taichi walked, laughing, into Yamato's apartment. Taichi was spending the night-Hikari was staying with Miyako. "I still can't believe you said that to Mimi. You had to know that would get her mad!" Yamato laughed, dropping his coat over his sofa. Taichi shrugged. "Well, yeah, but it was true." he said, moving a pile of shirts to sit down. "Dude, you do NOT tell a girl that their hair doesn't look good. It's just not something you do!" the blonde countered. "I didn't say her hair looked bad! I just said she was having a bad hair day!" Taichi whined. "Whatever."
Yamato rolled over on the sofa. "Did you notice Takeru being strangely quiet today?" he asked, a worried look on his face. Taichi nodded, also looking worried. "Hikari told me he's been acting distant for weeks. I was hoping you'd know something about it." he said. Yamato shook his head. "I think I'll ask him about it tomorrow." he decided. "And you should apologize to Meems." Taichi's eye twitched. "I don't see why she's so mad, anyhow."
Takeru opened the door to his apartment and turned on the lights. His mom wasn't home, she was working. He sighed and put his shoes in the closet. He rubbed his eyes and went to get ready for bed. The day had felt incredibly long, and Takeru had surprised himself by wishing it was over. He'd always looked forward to these celebrations-it was the only time they were all together, save Christmas. But this one had just seemed to annoy Takeru, like a fly that won't stop buzzing around your ear.
He shrugged it off as fatigue and lay down on his bed. Along with being rather detached lately, he'd felt extremely tired. He'd actually considered quitting the basketball team a few times, but he had managed to maintain a desire to play the sport. He started to nod off when it began to rain. His eyes slowly shut as the droplets of water beat against the glass pane of his window. His last thoughts were about how rain meant so many different things to people. Sorrow, luck, despair, danger, and.hope.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~
Hikari frowned as she brushed her hair. She was really worried about Takeru- he'd hardly smiled twice during the whole picnic. Hikari missed his smile. It always lit up his whole, beautiful face and made those sky blue eyes dance. His whole being would radiate his happiness, just as it always radiated his other emotions. And today it had radiated exhaustion. And confusion.
"Hey Hikari, I think Ken's finally getting the message that I like him." Miyako's voice cut into Hikari's thoughts. She smiled. "That's great, Miyako." she said, and proceeded to forget about Takeru for the night.
Sora opened the umbrella she had thought to bring with her to the picnic. 'I hate the rain.' she thought, hurrying through the sheets of cold water. 'I still can't believe Yamato drank that stuff. SOOO gross. Ew!' She pulled open the door to her apartment and was greeted by the regular scent of a bazillion types of flowers. "Hi Mom," she greeted, entering the kitchen to grab a snack.
"Oh, Sweetie, you're soaked!" exclaimed her mother, jumping up and wrapping a towel that seemed to have been just waiting on the table to dry someone off around her. Sora laughed. "I'm fine Mom, I just got a little wet!" she said, shrugging her mother off. "Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you, you've got an email. I haven't read it," her mother added quickly when she saw the scandalized look on her daughter's face, "I just have heard that annoying beeping all day long, and I thought I'd tell you."
"Okay, Mom, I'll go get it before it makes the flowers wilt." Sora laughed as she went to get it. She swung open the door and collapsed on her bed, wrapping her hair up in the towel before opening up the email. She stopped smiling instantly when she read it:
Chosen Children,
You'll pay.
Okay, there's the second chapter, so give me your opinions and perhaps I'll write more!
Muse: It won't do any good, any comments they give you will be negative, because that's the only kind of comment anyone with any sort of sanity or intelligence would EVER give you, as your such a horrible writ-*is cut off when she is suddenly hit by a huge, metal calculator*
As I was saying..Please R&R! You see, that's what that little key right down there is for; you're meant to click it, add this to your fav lists, add me to your fav authors list, and then review this story..it's what you're supposed to do..please?