Inspirations
By Moony
Disclaimer: Digimon? Yeah, I don't own that. No. I don't. Stop it! I DON'T OWN IT, YOU HEAR?!?!? (Moony begins to weep)
AN: Probably the most useful review I've ever received was from FireLily. Now THAT'S what I call constructive criticism! Unfortunately, Ken will not stop being possessive. It has to do with the story, you see. However, the comment on Koushirou went right home, and I hope it's obvious in the following chapter.
Also. . . just in case some people don't know, I know that Miyako ends up with Ken and that Sora ends up with Yamato in the actual series. I just. . . don't care. ^_^ And I don't have any preferences for any of the other characters. I don't care if Mimi dates Jyou or Yamato, I don't mind if Kari likes Takeru or Daisuke. . . . but some days I might lean one way, and other days I might lean in the other. So if I happen to mention somewhere that Mimi's dating Jyou or whatever, that's just because I was in that kind of mood, and that doesn't mean I support it or anything. Because we all know how passionate Digimon fans can be about their couples. . . (It's like Labyrinth fans. Mention that Sarah might be cute if she went on a date with Hoggle and they gut you for not supporting Jarreth and Sarah. . . )
All right, that's my rant! Sorry if it's kind of short (the story, not the rant) and, as always, R&R, please!!!
Chapter III: Are You Asking Me Out?
Sora sat with Taichi in the food court of the mall, slurping on a vanilla milk shake. She jiggled her foot under the table as she hummed a song to herself, desperately trying to remain conscious as her boyfriend slumped over the table before her.
"That is the last time I EVER pull an all-nighter." He groaned, his voice muffled by the sleeve of his shirt. Sora managed to smile and nod before she had to direct her energy elsewhere.
"Fun test, wasn't it?" Koushirou asked as he came up to them. Taichi's only reply was a faint sob as he was too tired to yell at his brilliant friend for not having the same difficulties as himself. He did manage to move over to allow Koushirou to take a seat, though.
Sora smiled softly, still too tired to say much. However, Taichi suddenly jerked his head up, filled with some new-found energy.
"What about Miyako? Is she all right?" Taichi demanded. Sora noticed Koushirou's eyes widen and his attention perk at the mention of Miyako.
"Was something wrong with her? She was fine a few days ago." He frowned. Sora opened her mouth to explain, but Taichi interrupted.
"What happened a fewy days ago?" he asked. Koushirou shrugged.
"I took her out to lunch."
This time, Sora found her voice in time.
"Well, she's fine. She just needs some ideas for a love story she's trying to write. . ." She trailed off, staring at Koushirou through her eyelashes as she was struck with a plan.
"It'd be nice if someone would take her out, show her a good time. . . give her some inspiration. . ." She said, quietly. Taichi looked at her strangely, and followed her gaze. He grinned, and snapped his fingers as if a brilliant thought had just occurred to him.
"Say, Koushirou! Why don't YOU--"
"Oh, be quiet, Taichi. You insult my intelligence." His friend replied, and he leaned on the table, placing his head in his palms.
"How on earth do you think my taking Miyako out will help her?"
Sora frowned "How wouldn't it?"
Koushirou mimicked her expression, making an exasperated noise. "I'm a computer geek, Sora. Not a womanizer. Get Yamato to do it." Koushirou found himself regretting the words as soon as he'd said them, however, for he found his throat clenching at the thought of rock-star Yamato taking pure little Miyako on a date.
"Oh, all right! Just leave me alone." Koushirou cried. He got to his feet as Sora whooped with delight. As he walked off, a heavy feeling overcame him. The sense of foreboding caused him to reconsider; this could not end well.
Koushirou hesitated, his finger hovering over the last digit in Miyako's phone number. He didn't know why he was doing this. He conceded to the fact that Miyako was a nice, cute girl, but he'd never consider dating her. What he'd told Sora earlier was the obvious truth: He was a computer geek, not a womanizer. He rarely felt comfortable around people of the opposite sex, especially not when he was starting to consider them as a possible love interest.
He sighed. If it was guaranteed that it would just be dinner and a movie, he wouldn't think twice about it, but Sora and Taichi wanted him to ask her out, and the last thing he wanted was to have Miyako believed that he had a crush on her. He jumped, suddenly, as he heard a ringing in his ear. He'd dialed the last number without even realizing it. He waited impatiently, ring after ring, and was just about to hang up when Miyako answered the phone, blurting her apologies.
"Sorry, I was just outside and I couldn't find my keys and--"
"Uhh, Miyako?" Koushirou interrupted, trying not to grin. He remembered, then, that he was talking to her over the phone and he could grin as much as he liked.
Miyako hesitaed. "Koushirou?" she guessed.
"Yes, how are you?" He asked, fiddling nervously with the hem of his Khakis. Miyako's reply was cheerful.
"Oh, good, thanks. Still having problems with that story, though. I should tell Mimi it's more trouble than it's worth."
"Oh, don't do that. I'm sure it'll come to you." He stopped, unsure of how he should phrase his next question. "Listen. . ." he started, "I. . . I was supposed to go to see Moulin Rouge tonight with my mother, and I bought advanced tickets, but she has to work tonight, so she had to cancel on me. Since you need help getting ideas for your story, why don't you come with me? Of course, I'd understand if you didn't want to. . ." He spoke the last sentence quickly, trying to make himself sound less idiotic then he knew he did. He waited nervously for an answer, and after a moment, when it didn't come, he frowned.
"Miyako?"
Finally, her reply came.
"Are you asking me out?" was all she said. Koushirou winced. This was it. "Show her a good time." Sora's voice rang in her head.
"Yes." He answered.
"Oh." Miyako said. Koushirou's shoulders sagged at the realization that she'd say no, but he suddenly remembered that he didn't really want to go out with her, anyway.
"Sorry." He told her.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean--" she broke off, laughing. "I'd love to go! It just came as a surprise." Koushirou bit his lip.
"So, I'll pick you up at five?" He suggested, grimacing.
"That'd be great! See you at five, then!"
By Moony
Disclaimer: Digimon? Yeah, I don't own that. No. I don't. Stop it! I DON'T OWN IT, YOU HEAR?!?!? (Moony begins to weep)
AN: Probably the most useful review I've ever received was from FireLily. Now THAT'S what I call constructive criticism! Unfortunately, Ken will not stop being possessive. It has to do with the story, you see. However, the comment on Koushirou went right home, and I hope it's obvious in the following chapter.
Also. . . just in case some people don't know, I know that Miyako ends up with Ken and that Sora ends up with Yamato in the actual series. I just. . . don't care. ^_^ And I don't have any preferences for any of the other characters. I don't care if Mimi dates Jyou or Yamato, I don't mind if Kari likes Takeru or Daisuke. . . . but some days I might lean one way, and other days I might lean in the other. So if I happen to mention somewhere that Mimi's dating Jyou or whatever, that's just because I was in that kind of mood, and that doesn't mean I support it or anything. Because we all know how passionate Digimon fans can be about their couples. . . (It's like Labyrinth fans. Mention that Sarah might be cute if she went on a date with Hoggle and they gut you for not supporting Jarreth and Sarah. . . )
All right, that's my rant! Sorry if it's kind of short (the story, not the rant) and, as always, R&R, please!!!
Chapter III: Are You Asking Me Out?
Sora sat with Taichi in the food court of the mall, slurping on a vanilla milk shake. She jiggled her foot under the table as she hummed a song to herself, desperately trying to remain conscious as her boyfriend slumped over the table before her.
"That is the last time I EVER pull an all-nighter." He groaned, his voice muffled by the sleeve of his shirt. Sora managed to smile and nod before she had to direct her energy elsewhere.
"Fun test, wasn't it?" Koushirou asked as he came up to them. Taichi's only reply was a faint sob as he was too tired to yell at his brilliant friend for not having the same difficulties as himself. He did manage to move over to allow Koushirou to take a seat, though.
Sora smiled softly, still too tired to say much. However, Taichi suddenly jerked his head up, filled with some new-found energy.
"What about Miyako? Is she all right?" Taichi demanded. Sora noticed Koushirou's eyes widen and his attention perk at the mention of Miyako.
"Was something wrong with her? She was fine a few days ago." He frowned. Sora opened her mouth to explain, but Taichi interrupted.
"What happened a fewy days ago?" he asked. Koushirou shrugged.
"I took her out to lunch."
This time, Sora found her voice in time.
"Well, she's fine. She just needs some ideas for a love story she's trying to write. . ." She trailed off, staring at Koushirou through her eyelashes as she was struck with a plan.
"It'd be nice if someone would take her out, show her a good time. . . give her some inspiration. . ." She said, quietly. Taichi looked at her strangely, and followed her gaze. He grinned, and snapped his fingers as if a brilliant thought had just occurred to him.
"Say, Koushirou! Why don't YOU--"
"Oh, be quiet, Taichi. You insult my intelligence." His friend replied, and he leaned on the table, placing his head in his palms.
"How on earth do you think my taking Miyako out will help her?"
Sora frowned "How wouldn't it?"
Koushirou mimicked her expression, making an exasperated noise. "I'm a computer geek, Sora. Not a womanizer. Get Yamato to do it." Koushirou found himself regretting the words as soon as he'd said them, however, for he found his throat clenching at the thought of rock-star Yamato taking pure little Miyako on a date.
"Oh, all right! Just leave me alone." Koushirou cried. He got to his feet as Sora whooped with delight. As he walked off, a heavy feeling overcame him. The sense of foreboding caused him to reconsider; this could not end well.
Koushirou hesitated, his finger hovering over the last digit in Miyako's phone number. He didn't know why he was doing this. He conceded to the fact that Miyako was a nice, cute girl, but he'd never consider dating her. What he'd told Sora earlier was the obvious truth: He was a computer geek, not a womanizer. He rarely felt comfortable around people of the opposite sex, especially not when he was starting to consider them as a possible love interest.
He sighed. If it was guaranteed that it would just be dinner and a movie, he wouldn't think twice about it, but Sora and Taichi wanted him to ask her out, and the last thing he wanted was to have Miyako believed that he had a crush on her. He jumped, suddenly, as he heard a ringing in his ear. He'd dialed the last number without even realizing it. He waited impatiently, ring after ring, and was just about to hang up when Miyako answered the phone, blurting her apologies.
"Sorry, I was just outside and I couldn't find my keys and--"
"Uhh, Miyako?" Koushirou interrupted, trying not to grin. He remembered, then, that he was talking to her over the phone and he could grin as much as he liked.
Miyako hesitaed. "Koushirou?" she guessed.
"Yes, how are you?" He asked, fiddling nervously with the hem of his Khakis. Miyako's reply was cheerful.
"Oh, good, thanks. Still having problems with that story, though. I should tell Mimi it's more trouble than it's worth."
"Oh, don't do that. I'm sure it'll come to you." He stopped, unsure of how he should phrase his next question. "Listen. . ." he started, "I. . . I was supposed to go to see Moulin Rouge tonight with my mother, and I bought advanced tickets, but she has to work tonight, so she had to cancel on me. Since you need help getting ideas for your story, why don't you come with me? Of course, I'd understand if you didn't want to. . ." He spoke the last sentence quickly, trying to make himself sound less idiotic then he knew he did. He waited nervously for an answer, and after a moment, when it didn't come, he frowned.
"Miyako?"
Finally, her reply came.
"Are you asking me out?" was all she said. Koushirou winced. This was it. "Show her a good time." Sora's voice rang in her head.
"Yes." He answered.
"Oh." Miyako said. Koushirou's shoulders sagged at the realization that she'd say no, but he suddenly remembered that he didn't really want to go out with her, anyway.
"Sorry." He told her.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean--" she broke off, laughing. "I'd love to go! It just came as a surprise." Koushirou bit his lip.
"So, I'll pick you up at five?" He suggested, grimacing.
"That'd be great! See you at five, then!"