Believe in Magic
By Kara
Hi! So, has anybody notices that this will probably a Takari? Does anybody care to submit suggestions? Like in the couplings? I might be able to oblige… Please review!
"Hikari?" Takeru asked softly.
Hikari spun around, not realizing she wasn't alone in the almost- empty hallway. "Oh… Hi Takeru…" She didn't mean to sound so depressed as she really was.
"Hikari? Do you want to tell me?" Takeru softly said. He slowly moved closer to her.
"I'm sorry Takeru… I… I'm not ready to tell…" Hikari quickly drew a quavering breath. She wanted to tell the world her secret, but she couldn't. It was something uncontrollable.
"It's all right, Hikari…" Takeru whispered.
Hikari embraced Takeru gently. "You are the best friend anybody could ask for… Thanks…" Hikari smiled.
Takeru could feel himself blushing, and tried to hide it.
Hikari giggled. "I'll tell you when I'm ready, Take-chan… I know you'll always be here for me…" Hikari gently finished.
Takeru nodded. 'How can I be falling for her? I… I… I'm only her best friend…' Takeru thought. Takeru blushed more.
"Are you okay Takeru?" Hikari asked suspiciously.
"Ah, yah!" Takeru said. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Just asking!" Hikari said.
"Well, see you later?" Takeru said.
"Uh-hm… See you at school tomorrow! Bye!" Hikari and Takeru parted.
'Something is too wrong here,' Takeru thought suspiciously. Takeru knew something would happen—he could feel it in his bones.
Hikari walked stiffly down the sidewalk in the shadowed day to Heighten View Terrace apartment building. She closed her eyes, for a dark moment. Her dream came flooding back to reality, telling Hikari that it had truly been there.
~Dream~
The shadows lurched in the corners. Hikari turned around in fear.
"Who's there?" Hikari asked.
The only answers were hushed whispers of the forest, and a clamouring crash of water. It wasn't the Dark Ocean—at least Hikari didn't think so. It was dark and cold nonetheless, but also damp—with a heavy mist hanging in the air and a sense of danger on the nimble fingers of fate.
Hikari was dazed, as a cold breeze blew across. She kept walking in the darkness, on the edge of fear and fate. She soon encountered a large shadow.
"Who are you?" Hikari asked, on the verge of jumping out of her skin.
"That is for me to know and you to find out, my dear Child of Light… You will find out soon, for I will soon be known as your greatest ultimate fear—or maybe the Child of Hope will be instead…" the voice hissed.
Hikari gasped.
"Yes, dear Takeru—the blond and blue-eyes hopeful brat… He thinks miracles happen—ha! And it will be proven miracles are only a figment of imagination. And you shall lure him, and be my servant," the voice continued. "This doesn't matter if you know about everything before hand—nothing can stop fate."
~End of dream~
Hikari shivered at the hissing voice, and the red eyes.
'Who was that Digimon? WAS it a Digimon? And what does it want from me—and Takeru? What's so important about us, and how will Takeru become my worst enemy?'
"Too many questions young one…" a voice hissed out of nowhere.
Hikari jolted to a stop. Her eyes widened. She refused to believe that she just heard the voice—so forbidden in her mind.
"Oh, you aren't imagining anything, little one—time will tell!" the voice cried.
Hikari froze there. Her mind told her that she had an overactive imagination, but her senses told her she had heard him.
"Hey, Hikari! You going to stand out there till dinner's through?" Taichi asked.
Hikari looked up to see her older brother.
Taichi was sixteen, with wispy big brown hair and brown eyes. He was shaped with courage, and good leadership skills he had learned younger—when the original digidestines had been trapped in the Digital World during summer camp. He was the jock at Seijou High, the handsome hero figure girls thought him as.
"Don't worry—I'll be up in a moment! I… I was just admiring the scene—yah!" Hikari made up instinctively.
Taichi nodded in approval.
'I feel bad to lie to you, Taichi…' Hikari dwelled on her lying. She hurried to the floor of her apartment.
"Hey, Hikari… Dinner will be ready in five minutes. 'Kay? And Takeru called… Are you done with your homework yet, or have you been dilly- dallying all day?" Taichi tackled his younger sister with questions, full of suspicion and protection.
"Uh, yah… no, and no… Come again with the questions?" Hikari replied, trying to be humorous.
"HAHA, do you see me laughing?" Taichi asked, keeping a fairly straight face besides the fact that he was bursting on the inside to laugh.
"Yah, I see you laughing all right—tell mom I'll be ready for dinner in just a second. Okay?"
Taichi nodded. Hikari walked down the bright hall, into her shades- drawn room. Pink highlight filled her room in a pleasant sappiness, and peace.
Hikari sighed. 'What should I do about it all? What should I say? Should I keep it all a secret? But if I lie to Takeru—he'd just see right through me, wouldn't he? Yes, he would. Come on, Hikari Kari Yagami!' She dragged herself to her feet, to the washroom where she washed her hands and freshened up a bit.
"Did you say Takeru called?" Hikari brought up the subject casually.
"Yes ma'am!" Taichi saluted.
Hikari grimaced. "I'm not that old! Hey, I should start calling you Grandpa if I'm ma'am! Hey, grandpa Tai!" Hikari giggled at the thought of Taichi, the young mostly brawn jock, as a wrinkled and old and fat and wise grandpa—or at least everything but wise.
Hikari could no longer stifle her giggle. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!" Hikari laughed uncontrollably. "It is *laugh* SO *laugh* funny! Grandpas *laugh* are supposed to be *laugh* sweet and *laugh* wise *laugh* and wrinkly and fat *choke*… Buahahahaha!" Hikari burst.
"WHY YOU LITTLE!" A vessel popped, and if looks could kill—well, Hikari would be one dead girl from Taichi's one and only death glare (of which I haven't seen). "HIKARI!" Taichi lunged after Hikari, rolling around that she was crying and her sides hurt. Unfortunately, Taichi missed.
"Kids! Time for dinner!" Mrs. Yagami's voice rang loud and clear—like a bell.
Taichi shot a mild glare at Hikari, and said, "Next time? You are dead—and there's no dinner bell to save you."
"I never knew I'd actually be saved by the bell!" Hikari choked and sputtered, finally, from lack of oxygen, from laughing too hard. Hikari got up, her poor sides still aching and cramping from lack of oxygen, and dragged herself to the kitchen.
"I think I've finally found my master recipe! Chicken and mushroom noodle!" Mrs. Yagami exclaimed—a little too enthusiastically.
Hikari and Taichi sweatdropped. That was what Mrs. Yagami said every night. Of course, none of them just happened to be her master recipe.
"This time it's your turn to comment on the dinner, sis!" Taichi hissed.
Hikari nodded. "Uhm… This was… extremely unique! Very tasty, yah…"
Dinner was over, and Hikari invaded Taichi's privacy of his room.
"What now?" Taichi half-groaned.
"Okay, spit it! What did Takeru call about?" Hikari asked, needing the information badly.
"Hehe, why should I tell? When you call me a grandpa?"
"Hey, you called me ma'am—for people like, what? Thirty—forty years old? Hmph!"
"Aw, does Hikari have a cute little crush on Takeru T.K. Takaishi? Heh!" Taichi teased very willingly, to see if Hikari would tell anything.
"No! Come on! I need to ask him about… Uhm, our math homework!" Hikari invented, not so creatively.
"Okay, okay! He just asked you to call back, happy?" Taichi finally gave in to a burning red Hikari. "Yah, right… If you don't have a crush on him, why are you blushing?" Taichi taunted under his breathe.
"WHAT did you say?" Hikari turned, raising her eyebrow suspiciously.
"Nothing, nothing!" Taichi replied defensively.
Hikari dialled the Takaishi number, to a monotonous and droning ringing.
"Hello?" Hikari quietly questioned into the phone.
"Hey Hikari!" Takeru answered joyfully. He was glad to hear her calm sweet voice and to know she was safe—or at least so far.
"Hi, Takeru… So what is for math? I, um, kinda forgot to write it down in my planner…" Hikari brought the conversation on in a stiff formal way.
"No need to be so formal, Hikari! Uh, let's see… Okay, we have pages 415-417 problems two to forty-eight—all evens. Ehm, so what's up?" Takeru asked a bit uncomfortably.
"Oh, nothing… Nothing of importance—I'll see you at school?" Hikari finished.
"Uh, yah… See you…" Takeru ended a bit depressed. Hikari would normally chat on and on, endlessly on different and interesting subjects the two often debated over. Normally, she would take any chance to get involved—not ever end a conversation.
The line went dead. For Hikari, it was relief—relief from spilling all her thoughts and secrets into the knowledge of the whole world. "Please understand, dear Takeru…" Hikari breathed into the hushed atmosphere, into the silence and depth of the peaceful earth.
Streetlights began to light the streets in brilliance of whiteness, against the midnight blue sheets of sky and yellow metallic stars hanging in the sky.
"Better finish my homework…" Hikari told herself softly, and went into her warm bedroom dimly lit by a shade lamp. Her dresser top had photos and stuffed animals on it—giving her room the cozy and "home sweet home" feeling needed in the otherwise cold and dark room.
So, how was that? Was it better? Please review…
~Kara
What is a cliché? That is one of the questions I've been troubling with. I KNOW it's an expression used so many times it's meaning is worthless, but… I've never heard clichés! And… Um… About the dream? Hey, anything can happen!
If anybody needs philosophical inspiration, I highly recommend: Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder. And if anybody needs supernatural inspiration, I highly recommend: Dark Secrets: Don't Tell by Elizabeth Chandler and The House Next Door by Richie Tankersley Cusick. Adios! Ciao! Au revoir! Buh- bye!—Or at least for now!
Japan schools:
~If you were wondering about the ages, if you're twelve in America or England or etc., you'd be thirteen in Japan as well as some other Asian countries. In those Asian countries, they consider you already one-year-old when you are born—unlike other countries where it's from zero.
~Japanese school starts in April, and in Digimon, eighth grade is the last year for elementary/primary school and ninth grade is the first year of high/secondary school.
~Japanese school starts quite early—seven about—and ends early—about two to three.
~In Japan, there is school Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, AND Saturday!
~There are four terms—spring, summer, fall, winter—and between those terms, there are breaks—about two to three weeks long.
By Kara
Hi! So, has anybody notices that this will probably a Takari? Does anybody care to submit suggestions? Like in the couplings? I might be able to oblige… Please review!
"Hikari?" Takeru asked softly.
Hikari spun around, not realizing she wasn't alone in the almost- empty hallway. "Oh… Hi Takeru…" She didn't mean to sound so depressed as she really was.
"Hikari? Do you want to tell me?" Takeru softly said. He slowly moved closer to her.
"I'm sorry Takeru… I… I'm not ready to tell…" Hikari quickly drew a quavering breath. She wanted to tell the world her secret, but she couldn't. It was something uncontrollable.
"It's all right, Hikari…" Takeru whispered.
Hikari embraced Takeru gently. "You are the best friend anybody could ask for… Thanks…" Hikari smiled.
Takeru could feel himself blushing, and tried to hide it.
Hikari giggled. "I'll tell you when I'm ready, Take-chan… I know you'll always be here for me…" Hikari gently finished.
Takeru nodded. 'How can I be falling for her? I… I… I'm only her best friend…' Takeru thought. Takeru blushed more.
"Are you okay Takeru?" Hikari asked suspiciously.
"Ah, yah!" Takeru said. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Just asking!" Hikari said.
"Well, see you later?" Takeru said.
"Uh-hm… See you at school tomorrow! Bye!" Hikari and Takeru parted.
'Something is too wrong here,' Takeru thought suspiciously. Takeru knew something would happen—he could feel it in his bones.
Hikari walked stiffly down the sidewalk in the shadowed day to Heighten View Terrace apartment building. She closed her eyes, for a dark moment. Her dream came flooding back to reality, telling Hikari that it had truly been there.
~Dream~
The shadows lurched in the corners. Hikari turned around in fear.
"Who's there?" Hikari asked.
The only answers were hushed whispers of the forest, and a clamouring crash of water. It wasn't the Dark Ocean—at least Hikari didn't think so. It was dark and cold nonetheless, but also damp—with a heavy mist hanging in the air and a sense of danger on the nimble fingers of fate.
Hikari was dazed, as a cold breeze blew across. She kept walking in the darkness, on the edge of fear and fate. She soon encountered a large shadow.
"Who are you?" Hikari asked, on the verge of jumping out of her skin.
"That is for me to know and you to find out, my dear Child of Light… You will find out soon, for I will soon be known as your greatest ultimate fear—or maybe the Child of Hope will be instead…" the voice hissed.
Hikari gasped.
"Yes, dear Takeru—the blond and blue-eyes hopeful brat… He thinks miracles happen—ha! And it will be proven miracles are only a figment of imagination. And you shall lure him, and be my servant," the voice continued. "This doesn't matter if you know about everything before hand—nothing can stop fate."
~End of dream~
Hikari shivered at the hissing voice, and the red eyes.
'Who was that Digimon? WAS it a Digimon? And what does it want from me—and Takeru? What's so important about us, and how will Takeru become my worst enemy?'
"Too many questions young one…" a voice hissed out of nowhere.
Hikari jolted to a stop. Her eyes widened. She refused to believe that she just heard the voice—so forbidden in her mind.
"Oh, you aren't imagining anything, little one—time will tell!" the voice cried.
Hikari froze there. Her mind told her that she had an overactive imagination, but her senses told her she had heard him.
"Hey, Hikari! You going to stand out there till dinner's through?" Taichi asked.
Hikari looked up to see her older brother.
Taichi was sixteen, with wispy big brown hair and brown eyes. He was shaped with courage, and good leadership skills he had learned younger—when the original digidestines had been trapped in the Digital World during summer camp. He was the jock at Seijou High, the handsome hero figure girls thought him as.
"Don't worry—I'll be up in a moment! I… I was just admiring the scene—yah!" Hikari made up instinctively.
Taichi nodded in approval.
'I feel bad to lie to you, Taichi…' Hikari dwelled on her lying. She hurried to the floor of her apartment.
"Hey, Hikari… Dinner will be ready in five minutes. 'Kay? And Takeru called… Are you done with your homework yet, or have you been dilly- dallying all day?" Taichi tackled his younger sister with questions, full of suspicion and protection.
"Uh, yah… no, and no… Come again with the questions?" Hikari replied, trying to be humorous.
"HAHA, do you see me laughing?" Taichi asked, keeping a fairly straight face besides the fact that he was bursting on the inside to laugh.
"Yah, I see you laughing all right—tell mom I'll be ready for dinner in just a second. Okay?"
Taichi nodded. Hikari walked down the bright hall, into her shades- drawn room. Pink highlight filled her room in a pleasant sappiness, and peace.
Hikari sighed. 'What should I do about it all? What should I say? Should I keep it all a secret? But if I lie to Takeru—he'd just see right through me, wouldn't he? Yes, he would. Come on, Hikari Kari Yagami!' She dragged herself to her feet, to the washroom where she washed her hands and freshened up a bit.
"Did you say Takeru called?" Hikari brought up the subject casually.
"Yes ma'am!" Taichi saluted.
Hikari grimaced. "I'm not that old! Hey, I should start calling you Grandpa if I'm ma'am! Hey, grandpa Tai!" Hikari giggled at the thought of Taichi, the young mostly brawn jock, as a wrinkled and old and fat and wise grandpa—or at least everything but wise.
Hikari could no longer stifle her giggle. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!" Hikari laughed uncontrollably. "It is *laugh* SO *laugh* funny! Grandpas *laugh* are supposed to be *laugh* sweet and *laugh* wise *laugh* and wrinkly and fat *choke*… Buahahahaha!" Hikari burst.
"WHY YOU LITTLE!" A vessel popped, and if looks could kill—well, Hikari would be one dead girl from Taichi's one and only death glare (of which I haven't seen). "HIKARI!" Taichi lunged after Hikari, rolling around that she was crying and her sides hurt. Unfortunately, Taichi missed.
"Kids! Time for dinner!" Mrs. Yagami's voice rang loud and clear—like a bell.
Taichi shot a mild glare at Hikari, and said, "Next time? You are dead—and there's no dinner bell to save you."
"I never knew I'd actually be saved by the bell!" Hikari choked and sputtered, finally, from lack of oxygen, from laughing too hard. Hikari got up, her poor sides still aching and cramping from lack of oxygen, and dragged herself to the kitchen.
"I think I've finally found my master recipe! Chicken and mushroom noodle!" Mrs. Yagami exclaimed—a little too enthusiastically.
Hikari and Taichi sweatdropped. That was what Mrs. Yagami said every night. Of course, none of them just happened to be her master recipe.
"This time it's your turn to comment on the dinner, sis!" Taichi hissed.
Hikari nodded. "Uhm… This was… extremely unique! Very tasty, yah…"
Dinner was over, and Hikari invaded Taichi's privacy of his room.
"What now?" Taichi half-groaned.
"Okay, spit it! What did Takeru call about?" Hikari asked, needing the information badly.
"Hehe, why should I tell? When you call me a grandpa?"
"Hey, you called me ma'am—for people like, what? Thirty—forty years old? Hmph!"
"Aw, does Hikari have a cute little crush on Takeru T.K. Takaishi? Heh!" Taichi teased very willingly, to see if Hikari would tell anything.
"No! Come on! I need to ask him about… Uhm, our math homework!" Hikari invented, not so creatively.
"Okay, okay! He just asked you to call back, happy?" Taichi finally gave in to a burning red Hikari. "Yah, right… If you don't have a crush on him, why are you blushing?" Taichi taunted under his breathe.
"WHAT did you say?" Hikari turned, raising her eyebrow suspiciously.
"Nothing, nothing!" Taichi replied defensively.
Hikari dialled the Takaishi number, to a monotonous and droning ringing.
"Hello?" Hikari quietly questioned into the phone.
"Hey Hikari!" Takeru answered joyfully. He was glad to hear her calm sweet voice and to know she was safe—or at least so far.
"Hi, Takeru… So what is for math? I, um, kinda forgot to write it down in my planner…" Hikari brought the conversation on in a stiff formal way.
"No need to be so formal, Hikari! Uh, let's see… Okay, we have pages 415-417 problems two to forty-eight—all evens. Ehm, so what's up?" Takeru asked a bit uncomfortably.
"Oh, nothing… Nothing of importance—I'll see you at school?" Hikari finished.
"Uh, yah… See you…" Takeru ended a bit depressed. Hikari would normally chat on and on, endlessly on different and interesting subjects the two often debated over. Normally, she would take any chance to get involved—not ever end a conversation.
The line went dead. For Hikari, it was relief—relief from spilling all her thoughts and secrets into the knowledge of the whole world. "Please understand, dear Takeru…" Hikari breathed into the hushed atmosphere, into the silence and depth of the peaceful earth.
Streetlights began to light the streets in brilliance of whiteness, against the midnight blue sheets of sky and yellow metallic stars hanging in the sky.
"Better finish my homework…" Hikari told herself softly, and went into her warm bedroom dimly lit by a shade lamp. Her dresser top had photos and stuffed animals on it—giving her room the cozy and "home sweet home" feeling needed in the otherwise cold and dark room.
So, how was that? Was it better? Please review…
~Kara
What is a cliché? That is one of the questions I've been troubling with. I KNOW it's an expression used so many times it's meaning is worthless, but… I've never heard clichés! And… Um… About the dream? Hey, anything can happen!
If anybody needs philosophical inspiration, I highly recommend: Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder. And if anybody needs supernatural inspiration, I highly recommend: Dark Secrets: Don't Tell by Elizabeth Chandler and The House Next Door by Richie Tankersley Cusick. Adios! Ciao! Au revoir! Buh- bye!—Or at least for now!
Japan schools:
~If you were wondering about the ages, if you're twelve in America or England or etc., you'd be thirteen in Japan as well as some other Asian countries. In those Asian countries, they consider you already one-year-old when you are born—unlike other countries where it's from zero.
~Japanese school starts in April, and in Digimon, eighth grade is the last year for elementary/primary school and ninth grade is the first year of high/secondary school.
~Japanese school starts quite early—seven about—and ends early—about two to three.
~In Japan, there is school Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, AND Saturday!
~There are four terms—spring, summer, fall, winter—and between those terms, there are breaks—about two to three weeks long.