Symbols of Undying Love
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon
A/N: Sorry to keep you all waiting! I was kinda preoccupied for a couple of weeks trying to finish off 'The Dranon Heiress' and also previewing the sequel to it. Then I got inspired for ANOTHER Digimon fic, which I've put up the first two chapters to and now I've got FIVE stories to finish. This fic is gonna be pretty short, ok?
---- Chapter Three ----
Date: March 3, 2013
Kari paced up and down, in a simple white dress. Today was the day TK would return from his trips around the world and they were going to get married. Where was he? She had already picked out her wedding dress, though it was simple and almost unadorned. The only jewellery she had on was a pair of pearl earrings and a jewelled bracelet. She wore limited make-up, colours that suited her best.
"Kari, maybe you should sit down," Sora suggested quietly, motioning to the seat next to her. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep this up."
"Are you sure he said today?" Yolei asked, sceptical. "Maybe it was a different day."
"I'm sure," Kari replied firmly. "His message said today and I believe him."
"At least sit down, dear," Sora said in a motherly tone.
"I'll wrinkle the dress if I do."
Sora nodded, understanding, and Kari began to pace again. Yolei fiddled with a ribbon in her hair - she was wearing a light purple dress, cut in a similar style to Kari's, but her hair was tied back by numerous dark purple ribbons. Sora was wearing the same as Yolei, only that her dress was blue. The former was still rather sceptical about TK; she was a woman who only believed what was right in front of her eyes. Relying on annual messages for twenty years from a guy she hadn't seen for that twenty years wasn't really her thing.
Not that she needed to. Yolei was already dating a fellow colleague named Ken and they were going pretty steadily. Ken was similar to her, down-to- earth, practical and a rather stubborn, I-won't-believe-it-till-I-see-it kind of guy. Sora was stuck between two guys - one being Kari's own older brother Tai and the other was Tai's best friend Matt. It was obvious that Sora preferred Matt, but she was too soft to hurt Tai's feelings. Besides, she and Tai DID have a brief history together.
"Why don't we talk about other things to pass the time?"
Kari stopped pacing and looked at her. Then she smiled gratefully.
"Yeah, I suppose we should."
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When they got tired of talking - mind they covered every single topic they could think of at that particular time - it was already getting late. Three o'clock ticked past, then half past and finally four o'clock struck. Sora apologised profusely and left, saying that she had promised to meet her mother for a bit of late grocery shopping for that night's dinner. Yolei left soon after four thirty came around, having promised to meet Ken.
"I'm really sorry for not being able to stay longer," she apologised.
"It's okay, Yolei," Kari assured her with a small smile. "Go on, you can't keep him waiting."
"Mind you," Yolei added as an afterthought, "if that TK does turn up, tell him from me that he's got some nerve to keep a lady like you waiting for so long."
"I'll remember to," Kari promised with a bigger smile.
When Yolei had left, she watched as the hands of the clock ticked by. She had waited for over seven hours and was beginning to doubt whether or not TK would really be coming. What if she had gotten something wrong? No, she couldn't have. The message said clearly to wait for him today, March 3, 2013. Perhaps it was just all a big joke.
Six o'clock ticked by. Feeling incredibly stupid, Kari went to the bathroom and washed off the make up, while taking off the bracelet and earrings. She had the sudden, childish urge to throw them away, but refrained from doing so, knowing that she would probably regret it later on. This was all a big joke and she had fallen for it. Then she ran out into the living room at top speed, grabbing the box she had kept the last message from TK in, intending to burn it.
"I can't believe I fell for it," she whispered tearfully, shaking out the contents. "I can't believe I was so STUPID . . ."
When she finished shaking out the wrappers, she pieced together the message. NEXT YEAR, MARCH 3, 2013, WAIT FOR ME TO COME AND MAKE YOU MY WIFE. It was all there, no mistake at all, in big, bold letters. Furious, she turned the box back over, wanting to put all the wrappers back in, but then a silver glint caught her eye. It was another wrapper, wedged in between the cardboard. Her heart skipped a beat and she pulled it out carefully, turning it over to the back. She read the words on it and hastily put it with the message.
NEXT YEAR, MARCH 3, 2013, WAIT FOR ME BACK AT SCHOOL TO COME AND MAKE YOU MY WIFE.
She was to wait for him back at school? That meant - the primary school, of course! He wanted her to wait at the primary school! All that time, she had made a stupid, careless mistake and had wasted them both so much time! Grabbing a jacket and putting on her shoes hurriedly, Kari bolted out of the house.
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The tall gates were shut when Kari got there. It was already fairly dark, as she lived quite far away. When she approached them carefully, she could see it was decorated with strings of chocolates and other candies, draped over the railings and across the walls. Hesitantly, she pushed open the gates, which were unlocked.
"Excuse me!" a male voice panted.
It was a chubby looking man with thick rimmed glasses and who was at least a head shorter than she was. Kari felt fear grip her at the same time the thought that this man was TK. However, she maintained a straight face as she turned around to face him.
"Are you someone I know?" she asked slowly.
"No, I don't think so," he gasped. "I'm here for the wedding. I was wondering - do you know where the bathroom is?"
"Sorry, I don't," Kari said quickly, a grin spreading on her face.
She raced through the main gates of the school, letting her legs and her heart take her wherever they saw fit, while her mind was on TK. He hadn't lied to her. He was back, inside the school, waiting for her to come. Her heart soared and leapt with the joy of it all. TK had never lied to her! Then her legs stopped running.
The basketball court was deserted and dark. Why had she come here? Looking slightly crestfallen, she caught her breath. When she straightened again, lights suddenly began to turn on to either sides of her. Red lanterns, strung up on the fences around the court, were leading down to the opposite end of it, taking her gaze with it.
"I was waiting."
Kari sucked in her breath. The speaker was a young man, tall and lean, with messy blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes. He was dressed in a smart black suit, polished shoes to match and looked incredibly out of place with the basketball court. His lips twitched into an amused grin at her expression of disbelief.
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"Y - You're TK?" she asked.
"The one and only," he replied, with a mock bow. "So, what took you so long?"
"I - I . . ."
She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Tears began to form in her eyes, whether with joy or relief, she couldn't tell. Nor could she really care. TK produced something from his shirt pocket and tossed it to her. She caught it with both hands, surprised that she could through her tears, and found herself presented with a bright red candy-wrapper, around something that was larger than usual.
"Girls don't look pretty when they cry," he said conversationally. "I like it when you smile."
"What's this?" she managed to choke out through her tears.
"A candy," he replied. "I'll take it away if you don't stop crying."
With a grin, she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. Fumbling a little, she managed to unwrap it and found herself with a small, velvet box. Upon opening it, Kari found a diamond ring. She looked back up at him.
"I promised you I'd come back," TK reminded her.
"And I promised to wait," she added.
"Well it seems that we're running a little behind schedule," he said, looking down at his watch. "Nine-thirty pm. Do you think we'd make it to the church, complete the ceremony and sign the necessary documents before twelve?"
"It depends," she replied from her end. "On whether or not you can convince me."
"Twenty years ago," he began, eyes never leaving hers. "My mother said that girls are prettiest when they smile. Twenty years later, I'm standing here with a woman who can prove that statement wrong. You look beautiful even when you're crying."
"So are you saying I should cry more often?"
"Of course not." He smiled at her. "I promise I'll never give you a reason to cry again. Will you marry me Kari?"
The answer was obvious, from the look on her face. Dignity be damned, she practically flew across the court and into his arms. By then, the tears that were shed were ones of bliss and joy. He held her tightly.
"I guess I'll take that as a yes?" he whispered into her ear.
"Of course it's a yes," she whispered back. "Of course I'll marry you."
---- End ----
A/N:
Nice a sweet, nee? I know this fic was short, but what can you make of a three-minute music clip? Oh well, I hope you enjoyed this ficcie while it lasted!
REVIEW!
Bittersweet Angel Chika
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon
A/N: Sorry to keep you all waiting! I was kinda preoccupied for a couple of weeks trying to finish off 'The Dranon Heiress' and also previewing the sequel to it. Then I got inspired for ANOTHER Digimon fic, which I've put up the first two chapters to and now I've got FIVE stories to finish. This fic is gonna be pretty short, ok?
---- Chapter Three ----
Date: March 3, 2013
Kari paced up and down, in a simple white dress. Today was the day TK would return from his trips around the world and they were going to get married. Where was he? She had already picked out her wedding dress, though it was simple and almost unadorned. The only jewellery she had on was a pair of pearl earrings and a jewelled bracelet. She wore limited make-up, colours that suited her best.
"Kari, maybe you should sit down," Sora suggested quietly, motioning to the seat next to her. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep this up."
"Are you sure he said today?" Yolei asked, sceptical. "Maybe it was a different day."
"I'm sure," Kari replied firmly. "His message said today and I believe him."
"At least sit down, dear," Sora said in a motherly tone.
"I'll wrinkle the dress if I do."
Sora nodded, understanding, and Kari began to pace again. Yolei fiddled with a ribbon in her hair - she was wearing a light purple dress, cut in a similar style to Kari's, but her hair was tied back by numerous dark purple ribbons. Sora was wearing the same as Yolei, only that her dress was blue. The former was still rather sceptical about TK; she was a woman who only believed what was right in front of her eyes. Relying on annual messages for twenty years from a guy she hadn't seen for that twenty years wasn't really her thing.
Not that she needed to. Yolei was already dating a fellow colleague named Ken and they were going pretty steadily. Ken was similar to her, down-to- earth, practical and a rather stubborn, I-won't-believe-it-till-I-see-it kind of guy. Sora was stuck between two guys - one being Kari's own older brother Tai and the other was Tai's best friend Matt. It was obvious that Sora preferred Matt, but she was too soft to hurt Tai's feelings. Besides, she and Tai DID have a brief history together.
"Why don't we talk about other things to pass the time?"
Kari stopped pacing and looked at her. Then she smiled gratefully.
"Yeah, I suppose we should."
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When they got tired of talking - mind they covered every single topic they could think of at that particular time - it was already getting late. Three o'clock ticked past, then half past and finally four o'clock struck. Sora apologised profusely and left, saying that she had promised to meet her mother for a bit of late grocery shopping for that night's dinner. Yolei left soon after four thirty came around, having promised to meet Ken.
"I'm really sorry for not being able to stay longer," she apologised.
"It's okay, Yolei," Kari assured her with a small smile. "Go on, you can't keep him waiting."
"Mind you," Yolei added as an afterthought, "if that TK does turn up, tell him from me that he's got some nerve to keep a lady like you waiting for so long."
"I'll remember to," Kari promised with a bigger smile.
When Yolei had left, she watched as the hands of the clock ticked by. She had waited for over seven hours and was beginning to doubt whether or not TK would really be coming. What if she had gotten something wrong? No, she couldn't have. The message said clearly to wait for him today, March 3, 2013. Perhaps it was just all a big joke.
Six o'clock ticked by. Feeling incredibly stupid, Kari went to the bathroom and washed off the make up, while taking off the bracelet and earrings. She had the sudden, childish urge to throw them away, but refrained from doing so, knowing that she would probably regret it later on. This was all a big joke and she had fallen for it. Then she ran out into the living room at top speed, grabbing the box she had kept the last message from TK in, intending to burn it.
"I can't believe I fell for it," she whispered tearfully, shaking out the contents. "I can't believe I was so STUPID . . ."
When she finished shaking out the wrappers, she pieced together the message. NEXT YEAR, MARCH 3, 2013, WAIT FOR ME TO COME AND MAKE YOU MY WIFE. It was all there, no mistake at all, in big, bold letters. Furious, she turned the box back over, wanting to put all the wrappers back in, but then a silver glint caught her eye. It was another wrapper, wedged in between the cardboard. Her heart skipped a beat and she pulled it out carefully, turning it over to the back. She read the words on it and hastily put it with the message.
NEXT YEAR, MARCH 3, 2013, WAIT FOR ME BACK AT SCHOOL TO COME AND MAKE YOU MY WIFE.
She was to wait for him back at school? That meant - the primary school, of course! He wanted her to wait at the primary school! All that time, she had made a stupid, careless mistake and had wasted them both so much time! Grabbing a jacket and putting on her shoes hurriedly, Kari bolted out of the house.
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The tall gates were shut when Kari got there. It was already fairly dark, as she lived quite far away. When she approached them carefully, she could see it was decorated with strings of chocolates and other candies, draped over the railings and across the walls. Hesitantly, she pushed open the gates, which were unlocked.
"Excuse me!" a male voice panted.
It was a chubby looking man with thick rimmed glasses and who was at least a head shorter than she was. Kari felt fear grip her at the same time the thought that this man was TK. However, she maintained a straight face as she turned around to face him.
"Are you someone I know?" she asked slowly.
"No, I don't think so," he gasped. "I'm here for the wedding. I was wondering - do you know where the bathroom is?"
"Sorry, I don't," Kari said quickly, a grin spreading on her face.
She raced through the main gates of the school, letting her legs and her heart take her wherever they saw fit, while her mind was on TK. He hadn't lied to her. He was back, inside the school, waiting for her to come. Her heart soared and leapt with the joy of it all. TK had never lied to her! Then her legs stopped running.
The basketball court was deserted and dark. Why had she come here? Looking slightly crestfallen, she caught her breath. When she straightened again, lights suddenly began to turn on to either sides of her. Red lanterns, strung up on the fences around the court, were leading down to the opposite end of it, taking her gaze with it.
"I was waiting."
Kari sucked in her breath. The speaker was a young man, tall and lean, with messy blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes. He was dressed in a smart black suit, polished shoes to match and looked incredibly out of place with the basketball court. His lips twitched into an amused grin at her expression of disbelief.
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"Y - You're TK?" she asked.
"The one and only," he replied, with a mock bow. "So, what took you so long?"
"I - I . . ."
She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Tears began to form in her eyes, whether with joy or relief, she couldn't tell. Nor could she really care. TK produced something from his shirt pocket and tossed it to her. She caught it with both hands, surprised that she could through her tears, and found herself presented with a bright red candy-wrapper, around something that was larger than usual.
"Girls don't look pretty when they cry," he said conversationally. "I like it when you smile."
"What's this?" she managed to choke out through her tears.
"A candy," he replied. "I'll take it away if you don't stop crying."
With a grin, she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. Fumbling a little, she managed to unwrap it and found herself with a small, velvet box. Upon opening it, Kari found a diamond ring. She looked back up at him.
"I promised you I'd come back," TK reminded her.
"And I promised to wait," she added.
"Well it seems that we're running a little behind schedule," he said, looking down at his watch. "Nine-thirty pm. Do you think we'd make it to the church, complete the ceremony and sign the necessary documents before twelve?"
"It depends," she replied from her end. "On whether or not you can convince me."
"Twenty years ago," he began, eyes never leaving hers. "My mother said that girls are prettiest when they smile. Twenty years later, I'm standing here with a woman who can prove that statement wrong. You look beautiful even when you're crying."
"So are you saying I should cry more often?"
"Of course not." He smiled at her. "I promise I'll never give you a reason to cry again. Will you marry me Kari?"
The answer was obvious, from the look on her face. Dignity be damned, she practically flew across the court and into his arms. By then, the tears that were shed were ones of bliss and joy. He held her tightly.
"I guess I'll take that as a yes?" he whispered into her ear.
"Of course it's a yes," she whispered back. "Of course I'll marry you."
---- End ----
A/N:
Nice a sweet, nee? I know this fic was short, but what can you make of a three-minute music clip? Oh well, I hope you enjoyed this ficcie while it lasted!
REVIEW!
Bittersweet Angel Chika
