Author's Note: *blinks* personally I wasn't expecting this much positive responce from the last two chapters of my story, but I'll just go with it.
Again I have to say you all are the greatest bunch of people ever, putting up with the writing delays and even getting me into the "Best Digimon Author of 2003" slot.
But--- I have to cut this story short. I'm out of ideas for it, and bursting with ideas for a differant story which (thank god) will be a Jurato story (and no, it's not that songfic I'm writing for the two Teenager people.. this has nothing to do with their relationship, it's just a basic Jurato story).
Of course, that story won't be posted for a bit until I figure out the name of it, and a bit more about how I'm going to write it (I'm starting this story early, since it's supposed to be a summer story.. but by the time I'm done writing it... it'll probably be late August *laughs*). Also, you'll see a section of this story that will have no real connection to the plot of the story... it's because it's got connection to the plot of this Jurato story which will be a sorta-kinda-maybe-sequel to this one. Don't expect anything like this story AT ALL... I've been listening to country music and I'm in the country-mindset *evil laughter as Teenager Takato and Teenager Jeri exchange nervous glances and Teenager Henry just shakes his said slowly*
(Whoa... I know all of you that well now.... scary)
Thanks you once again for taking the time to follow this story as it rolled out. I hope in the future you'll find some of my other work as enjoyable as this.
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
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A commotion had started up among all the kids in Rika's neighborhood as they surrounded two boys in the front lawn of the house, chanting 'fight fight fight!' over and over again. The boys that had always known Ryo to be their friend in the higher-classed world they lived in stood silent for a brief time. They had also grown to know Henry as one of 'their own' through Christmas parties Makino forced him and Rika to attend, so they were lost as to who to cheer for as both boys lunged for each other over and over again.
It was beginning to get quite repetetive now. Henry would simply taunt Ryo with a remark about Rika's love for him, Ryo would get more enraged the longer he talked, and would, with both hands, aim for Henry's throat. The boy would simply dart out of the way, causing Ryo to lose his balance and fall into the crowd of teenagers, just to be pushed back into the circle once more.
Henry seemed to be hesitant to fight, even though he had agreed to it before hand, but the farther along the fight went, the more intent he was to win. All rememberance of the training he had received left his mind with Ryo's sharp remark about him "keeping the bitch" and how Ryo didn't need Rika anyways. The brunette went to leave the fighting circle just to fit two strong hands grab his shoulders to the point of pain, and the entire crowd gasped. The entire fight had been nothing but Ryo lunging and Henry dodging, but with that one line, it took a complete turn.
"What-- did you call her?" Henry asked gruffly, turning the boy around and glaring at him so hard Ryo was afraid for his life for a split second.
He regained his composure, and quietly repeated himself, just clear enough for Henry to hear him, then fell backwards, skidding into the group of teenagers, blood running from his top lip.
He wiped his lip with the back of his hand, and sneered down at the red streak across his deep brown skin.
"Get off my property." Henry growled, and Ryo regained his composure, standing up.
"Make me."
"Oh, I wil--" Henry started at the boy with his fists clentched, but was cut off by a higher-pitched voice.
"HENRY!!"
All eyes turned to see Rika standing in the front doorway, staring at her boyfriend.
A guilty feeling suddenly shot through Henry's stomach as he saw her horrified look, and he took a few steps back from Ryo, only to realise he wasn't even there to take a few steps away from in the first place. With Rika's yell, Ryo had taken off, and slowly so did the crowds.
As the last few boys walked off, mumbling words of disappointment under their breath, Rika stepped off the small concrete step that led up to the front door, and walked up to Henry.
"You okay?" she asked quietly, brushing a piece of his deep blue hair out of his face.
She could see easily with her own eyes that he wasn't. He hadn't been wearing a shirt when he walked out to meet Ryo, and a dark blue mark was pressed into Henry's stomach from the one hit Ryo was able to make on him.
"He's a jerk." Henry responded simply, and started walking back to the house, leaving Rika standing there watching him quietly.
Henry had kept himself closed up in Rika's room for a good part of the day. He didn't know what had come over him. He didn't fight, especially over a girl. He always watched the news on TV and was the one who remarked about the reports of another teenage fight at some school as "stupid" or "pointless", and yet he was wrapped up in the one just that morning.
His stomach hurt worse now, he didn't stop and get some ice for the area he got hit incase Makino would see him like that. What would she think? She probably wouldn't approve of Rika being with someone who was caught in a fight.
His thoughts were abruptly cut short by the orange light of the sunset outside filling the room as the door was opened, and Rika slowly walked in, a bundle of cloth in her hand.
"You okay?" she asked for what had to have been the fiftieth time that day, and quickly closed the door behind her, seeing Henry still hadn't changed his clothing from earlier and would probably freeze if she kept it open.
"No." Henry gave her his first real answer to that question, but refused to look at her as she turned on the small light on her dresser.
He however did look at the cloth in her hand, and in the light filling the room he realised she had ice wrapped in the layers of cloth.
"Rika--" he groaned slightly as she seated herself beside him on his mat, and softly pressed the make-shift icepack on the bruise.
"Shut up, it's my job to be stubborn, not yours."
There was a moment of silence between the two before Rika took a deep breath and began to slowly speak her mind.
"You-- kind of impressed me earlier today..." she paused a moment, but didn't wait for Henry's responce to her remark and continued. "... I mean, standing up for me and all-- you didn't have to."
Henry just looked at her, quite surprised by her words. She returned his glance and smiled slightly, then continued to tend to his so-called "wound".
A few stray thoughts hit her, and her words immediatly sounded flustered as if she was holding back a round of tears as she spoke.
"I mean you did all this-- because of me you got hurt." she changed how she worded the sentance quickly, and Henry hand immediatly reached up and took her chin softly, turning her head to look at him directly.
"Don't you go blaming yourself for everything. It was my fault Ryo has a bloody lip, and his fault that I have this bruise."
"But--"
Rika's words were cut off by Henry's lips softly locking with hers, and she let off a silent groan from being cut off by something so pleasurable. She hated being cut off in the first place, but to have it made up for and actually not wanting to finish... that was just mean.
She went along with it however and set the icepack aside on the wooden floor, it soon to be tottally forgotten as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulling herself backwards until her back hit the mat completly.
Henry sharply cut off the kiss with wild eyes. "Rika--" he said almost sharply to her, finding himself looking down on her with both hands on either side of her shoulders to hold himself up.
"What? I didn't do anything wrong." Rika said simply, and pushed herself upwards to force Henry into another kiss, which he hesitatingly accepted, loosening himself up a bit.
Both were now lost in a sea of passion neither had expected from the other, and neither wanted to separate from for a long time.
"But you can't leave!"
A bean-filled sack hit the ceiling of Takato Matsuki's room, and landed back into his hands as he laid on his back on his bed. He sighed and tossed it up again, it making a thunking sound and falling back down quickly for him to catch again.
"Actually, parents say I can... actually they say I have to." Takato looked over at his friend Kazu for a split second and continued the repetitive movement over and over again.
"But that's so not fair! You can't move away to an entirely different country!!"
"Continent." Takato corrected, and Kazu snorted.
"Continent.. whatever.." he spun around once in the office chair they had placed in Takato's room. "So what are you going to tell Jeri?"
"I don't know." Takato answered truthfully, pausing before throwing the beanbag up again.
"Well you're going to have to tell her something. She's head-over-heels for you, man."
Takato took a deep breath, and placed the beanbag on his stomach as he thought over his words, then spat them off.
"I'm sorry, Jeri. My parents are being total morons and now I'm going to move to the United States because they're afraid of digimon."
"That'd work." Kazu shrugged and gave the chair another spin.
Takato seemed to be lost in his thoughts now, and ranted on. "I love you. I'm going to miss you more than anything else in the world--"
"Okay dude, gettin' a little too personal now." Kazu made a face and stopped the chair from spinning, looking towards his friend who was now staring absently at the ceiling.
"-- and I'll find some way to come back to you--"
"This is like the soap operas my mom watches."
"-- even if it kills me."
"You've lost it, dude."
Takato continued on, oblivious to anything Kazu was saying.
"I'm in love with your eyes-- your smile--"
"Snap out of it, man."
"Your laugh-- your charm--"
"Do I HAVE to hit you?!"
"And if I could, I'd hold you in my arms for the rest of my li---"
Takato's finishing statement was cut off with his bedroom door slamming, and an empty black office chair spinning slighty from the force it had been given as Kazu stormed out.
Rika continued to brush out her long auburn hair, watching Henry in the mirror as he attempted to straighten out his clothing again.
It had been a little more passion filled than either had intended it to be. They had done almost everything but strip each other down on the spot, and Rika was even surprised that hadn't happened. She could put a finger on what the feeling in her stomach was called, but figured it was the same thing that caused Jeri to burst into a fit of giggles when talking about Takato-- but just slightly different. Jeri and Takato weren't together and hadn't felt what she had just felt now.
Rika caught Henry's glance in the mirror, blushed, and continued working the stray hair back into place before her mother caught them like this. She would think that something happened, and it just didn't-- at least not like THAT.
Rika was back to being lost in her own little world until a faint click was heard and soon slow music filled the room.
She turned around abruptly, and set her brush down on the dresser, watching Henry intently as he stood back from the radio he had turned on, and was now looking towards her also.
"You owe me a dance."
A flush of red went into Rika's cheeks, and she almost stared at him in disbelief. "I-I do?"
Henry took a few slow steps towards her, and took her hand gently. "Yes, you do. And I intend to get it."
"I--"
Before Rika could mutter another word, she found herself wrapped up in Henry's arms, being led out to the middle of the bedroom floor. This entire romance they had seemed to be right out of a movie-- perfect in every way.
Henry spun her around once to emit the closest thing to a giggle from her, and soon both were lost in the soft music, and each other's eyes.
"Henry--"
"I love you too." Henry said simply, and grinned childishly at her, the Suzy grin all over again.
Rika couldn't help but giggle this time, and Henry sent her a confused look. "What's so funny?"
"I love you, and your sister. And at times I can hardly tell you apart." she forced herself into a spin again, then wrapped herself into his arms again.
"-- I just won't ask." Henry chuckled, and shook his head.
If either had been paying close enough attention, they would've realised a slight draft was flowing into the room from the open doorway, but they didn't, and so Suzy was able to watch the scene unnoticed by either.
She grinned wide, and leaned the side of her head against the doorway.
Henry didn't fully understand it yet, but she did. This was in fact their new family. Family didn't mean relation-by-blood, it was the people who loved you the most, and she could tell just by watching them stare into each others eyes that they loved each other the most of all, and Rika had said herself that she loved Suzy.
That meant they could be together... for ever and ever.
Nothing could tear them apart.
Ever.
Again I have to say you all are the greatest bunch of people ever, putting up with the writing delays and even getting me into the "Best Digimon Author of 2003" slot.
But--- I have to cut this story short. I'm out of ideas for it, and bursting with ideas for a differant story which (thank god) will be a Jurato story (and no, it's not that songfic I'm writing for the two Teenager people.. this has nothing to do with their relationship, it's just a basic Jurato story).
Of course, that story won't be posted for a bit until I figure out the name of it, and a bit more about how I'm going to write it (I'm starting this story early, since it's supposed to be a summer story.. but by the time I'm done writing it... it'll probably be late August *laughs*). Also, you'll see a section of this story that will have no real connection to the plot of the story... it's because it's got connection to the plot of this Jurato story which will be a sorta-kinda-maybe-sequel to this one. Don't expect anything like this story AT ALL... I've been listening to country music and I'm in the country-mindset *evil laughter as Teenager Takato and Teenager Jeri exchange nervous glances and Teenager Henry just shakes his said slowly*
(Whoa... I know all of you that well now.... scary)
Thanks you once again for taking the time to follow this story as it rolled out. I hope in the future you'll find some of my other work as enjoyable as this.
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
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A commotion had started up among all the kids in Rika's neighborhood as they surrounded two boys in the front lawn of the house, chanting 'fight fight fight!' over and over again. The boys that had always known Ryo to be their friend in the higher-classed world they lived in stood silent for a brief time. They had also grown to know Henry as one of 'their own' through Christmas parties Makino forced him and Rika to attend, so they were lost as to who to cheer for as both boys lunged for each other over and over again.
It was beginning to get quite repetetive now. Henry would simply taunt Ryo with a remark about Rika's love for him, Ryo would get more enraged the longer he talked, and would, with both hands, aim for Henry's throat. The boy would simply dart out of the way, causing Ryo to lose his balance and fall into the crowd of teenagers, just to be pushed back into the circle once more.
Henry seemed to be hesitant to fight, even though he had agreed to it before hand, but the farther along the fight went, the more intent he was to win. All rememberance of the training he had received left his mind with Ryo's sharp remark about him "keeping the bitch" and how Ryo didn't need Rika anyways. The brunette went to leave the fighting circle just to fit two strong hands grab his shoulders to the point of pain, and the entire crowd gasped. The entire fight had been nothing but Ryo lunging and Henry dodging, but with that one line, it took a complete turn.
"What-- did you call her?" Henry asked gruffly, turning the boy around and glaring at him so hard Ryo was afraid for his life for a split second.
He regained his composure, and quietly repeated himself, just clear enough for Henry to hear him, then fell backwards, skidding into the group of teenagers, blood running from his top lip.
He wiped his lip with the back of his hand, and sneered down at the red streak across his deep brown skin.
"Get off my property." Henry growled, and Ryo regained his composure, standing up.
"Make me."
"Oh, I wil--" Henry started at the boy with his fists clentched, but was cut off by a higher-pitched voice.
"HENRY!!"
All eyes turned to see Rika standing in the front doorway, staring at her boyfriend.
A guilty feeling suddenly shot through Henry's stomach as he saw her horrified look, and he took a few steps back from Ryo, only to realise he wasn't even there to take a few steps away from in the first place. With Rika's yell, Ryo had taken off, and slowly so did the crowds.
As the last few boys walked off, mumbling words of disappointment under their breath, Rika stepped off the small concrete step that led up to the front door, and walked up to Henry.
"You okay?" she asked quietly, brushing a piece of his deep blue hair out of his face.
She could see easily with her own eyes that he wasn't. He hadn't been wearing a shirt when he walked out to meet Ryo, and a dark blue mark was pressed into Henry's stomach from the one hit Ryo was able to make on him.
"He's a jerk." Henry responded simply, and started walking back to the house, leaving Rika standing there watching him quietly.
Henry had kept himself closed up in Rika's room for a good part of the day. He didn't know what had come over him. He didn't fight, especially over a girl. He always watched the news on TV and was the one who remarked about the reports of another teenage fight at some school as "stupid" or "pointless", and yet he was wrapped up in the one just that morning.
His stomach hurt worse now, he didn't stop and get some ice for the area he got hit incase Makino would see him like that. What would she think? She probably wouldn't approve of Rika being with someone who was caught in a fight.
His thoughts were abruptly cut short by the orange light of the sunset outside filling the room as the door was opened, and Rika slowly walked in, a bundle of cloth in her hand.
"You okay?" she asked for what had to have been the fiftieth time that day, and quickly closed the door behind her, seeing Henry still hadn't changed his clothing from earlier and would probably freeze if she kept it open.
"No." Henry gave her his first real answer to that question, but refused to look at her as she turned on the small light on her dresser.
He however did look at the cloth in her hand, and in the light filling the room he realised she had ice wrapped in the layers of cloth.
"Rika--" he groaned slightly as she seated herself beside him on his mat, and softly pressed the make-shift icepack on the bruise.
"Shut up, it's my job to be stubborn, not yours."
There was a moment of silence between the two before Rika took a deep breath and began to slowly speak her mind.
"You-- kind of impressed me earlier today..." she paused a moment, but didn't wait for Henry's responce to her remark and continued. "... I mean, standing up for me and all-- you didn't have to."
Henry just looked at her, quite surprised by her words. She returned his glance and smiled slightly, then continued to tend to his so-called "wound".
A few stray thoughts hit her, and her words immediatly sounded flustered as if she was holding back a round of tears as she spoke.
"I mean you did all this-- because of me you got hurt." she changed how she worded the sentance quickly, and Henry hand immediatly reached up and took her chin softly, turning her head to look at him directly.
"Don't you go blaming yourself for everything. It was my fault Ryo has a bloody lip, and his fault that I have this bruise."
"But--"
Rika's words were cut off by Henry's lips softly locking with hers, and she let off a silent groan from being cut off by something so pleasurable. She hated being cut off in the first place, but to have it made up for and actually not wanting to finish... that was just mean.
She went along with it however and set the icepack aside on the wooden floor, it soon to be tottally forgotten as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulling herself backwards until her back hit the mat completly.
Henry sharply cut off the kiss with wild eyes. "Rika--" he said almost sharply to her, finding himself looking down on her with both hands on either side of her shoulders to hold himself up.
"What? I didn't do anything wrong." Rika said simply, and pushed herself upwards to force Henry into another kiss, which he hesitatingly accepted, loosening himself up a bit.
Both were now lost in a sea of passion neither had expected from the other, and neither wanted to separate from for a long time.
"But you can't leave!"
A bean-filled sack hit the ceiling of Takato Matsuki's room, and landed back into his hands as he laid on his back on his bed. He sighed and tossed it up again, it making a thunking sound and falling back down quickly for him to catch again.
"Actually, parents say I can... actually they say I have to." Takato looked over at his friend Kazu for a split second and continued the repetitive movement over and over again.
"But that's so not fair! You can't move away to an entirely different country!!"
"Continent." Takato corrected, and Kazu snorted.
"Continent.. whatever.." he spun around once in the office chair they had placed in Takato's room. "So what are you going to tell Jeri?"
"I don't know." Takato answered truthfully, pausing before throwing the beanbag up again.
"Well you're going to have to tell her something. She's head-over-heels for you, man."
Takato took a deep breath, and placed the beanbag on his stomach as he thought over his words, then spat them off.
"I'm sorry, Jeri. My parents are being total morons and now I'm going to move to the United States because they're afraid of digimon."
"That'd work." Kazu shrugged and gave the chair another spin.
Takato seemed to be lost in his thoughts now, and ranted on. "I love you. I'm going to miss you more than anything else in the world--"
"Okay dude, gettin' a little too personal now." Kazu made a face and stopped the chair from spinning, looking towards his friend who was now staring absently at the ceiling.
"-- and I'll find some way to come back to you--"
"This is like the soap operas my mom watches."
"-- even if it kills me."
"You've lost it, dude."
Takato continued on, oblivious to anything Kazu was saying.
"I'm in love with your eyes-- your smile--"
"Snap out of it, man."
"Your laugh-- your charm--"
"Do I HAVE to hit you?!"
"And if I could, I'd hold you in my arms for the rest of my li---"
Takato's finishing statement was cut off with his bedroom door slamming, and an empty black office chair spinning slighty from the force it had been given as Kazu stormed out.
Rika continued to brush out her long auburn hair, watching Henry in the mirror as he attempted to straighten out his clothing again.
It had been a little more passion filled than either had intended it to be. They had done almost everything but strip each other down on the spot, and Rika was even surprised that hadn't happened. She could put a finger on what the feeling in her stomach was called, but figured it was the same thing that caused Jeri to burst into a fit of giggles when talking about Takato-- but just slightly different. Jeri and Takato weren't together and hadn't felt what she had just felt now.
Rika caught Henry's glance in the mirror, blushed, and continued working the stray hair back into place before her mother caught them like this. She would think that something happened, and it just didn't-- at least not like THAT.
Rika was back to being lost in her own little world until a faint click was heard and soon slow music filled the room.
She turned around abruptly, and set her brush down on the dresser, watching Henry intently as he stood back from the radio he had turned on, and was now looking towards her also.
"You owe me a dance."
A flush of red went into Rika's cheeks, and she almost stared at him in disbelief. "I-I do?"
Henry took a few slow steps towards her, and took her hand gently. "Yes, you do. And I intend to get it."
"I--"
Before Rika could mutter another word, she found herself wrapped up in Henry's arms, being led out to the middle of the bedroom floor. This entire romance they had seemed to be right out of a movie-- perfect in every way.
Henry spun her around once to emit the closest thing to a giggle from her, and soon both were lost in the soft music, and each other's eyes.
"Henry--"
"I love you too." Henry said simply, and grinned childishly at her, the Suzy grin all over again.
Rika couldn't help but giggle this time, and Henry sent her a confused look. "What's so funny?"
"I love you, and your sister. And at times I can hardly tell you apart." she forced herself into a spin again, then wrapped herself into his arms again.
"-- I just won't ask." Henry chuckled, and shook his head.
If either had been paying close enough attention, they would've realised a slight draft was flowing into the room from the open doorway, but they didn't, and so Suzy was able to watch the scene unnoticed by either.
She grinned wide, and leaned the side of her head against the doorway.
Henry didn't fully understand it yet, but she did. This was in fact their new family. Family didn't mean relation-by-blood, it was the people who loved you the most, and she could tell just by watching them stare into each others eyes that they loved each other the most of all, and Rika had said herself that she loved Suzy.
That meant they could be together... for ever and ever.
Nothing could tear them apart.
Ever.
