I am SO SORRY! My damn Internet wouldn't work for some reason, longer than
I thought, so I was as pissed as you all were. I am really, truly, so
sorry! But, hey! I'm back! And, reviews will be down at the bottom. Also,
finally, TRUE Daikari in THIS chapter will happen! YEAH! But, seriously.
Let's get this fic started!
Disclaimer: What, do I have to repeat it 100 times? I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON OR ANY MUSICIANS! NO FLAMING OR SUING! BACK LAWYERS, BACK!
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Right now, the only thing that kept pounding in Daisuke's head was the score of the game: 4-4. His spiked hair laid flat for once, in his eyes, yet still not blocking his vision; his usually depressed brown eyes (now having a hard look that he only received when it was a football game) concentrated onto his fellow teammates.
"Motomiya!"
Daisuke reared to his full height quickly, jogging towards his team's coach, Coach James.
"Motomiya, sub in for Berns. Pass the ball to Ichijouji so he can end the game. Got it?"
Daisuke nodded, sprinting to the sidelines. One of the referees blasted his whistle, allowing the brown-haired boy to launch across the field. When his teammate, Erik Berns, passed him, Daisuke could see why his coach subbed the great athlete. Erik, though almost as good as Ken was in football, was almost completely covered in mud, his chest heaving for oxygen.
He (Daisuke) ran to take Erik's place, sizing up how to pass to his blue- haired friend. He dribbled the ball down, narrowly dodging the massive giants of the rival team. He yelped to Ken, "Ball!", slamming it with his foot to him.
The muddy ball bounced off the football-star's head, landing close at his feet. Ken dribbled it down at the enemy's goal, giving a grunt, as he forcefully kicked it right into the goal.
Everybody held their breath. Almost in slow motion, the ball sailed in the rain, the enemy's goalkeeper crouching down to pounce for it. Yet, the wind did mercy and..yes! Making the score 5-4 for the home team of Katy, Texas.
Daisuke nearly collapsed with joy. He fell to his mud-caked knees, letting the rain shower on him, as the other teammates of his gathered around Ken to congratulate him on his success. Yet, Daisuke, of course, was sorta used to the isolation. Yet, he gave a little jump when he felt the soft tap on his sweaty shoulder.
Turning around with a wide grin, he froze, when he saw it was Hikari staring down at him with a bright smile that seemed to lit up the gloomy field.
"Hey, nice pass!" she complimented, while Daisuke tried to find words. "Um, thanks!"
He stood up, mud trickling down his legs, as he looked around. The rest of his team was gathered around the stands, all under umbrellas.
He looked over at Hikari, who was also under a huge, black umbrella. Once again, she was not wearing the most fashionable outfit: loose, baggy black shirt that had a snow leopard roaring to the crescent moon and tight, blue jeans. A black choker with a dragon on it was tighten around her neck.
She looked over at him, her wild gleam still in her scarlet eyes. "Hey, you did a great job. I mean, you didn't score a goal, but, it's like you did."
With that, she grinned, bringing a smile also to Daisuke's lips. "So, what time did you come?"
"Right around the first goal."
"Ah."
Both then stood there silent; one dry, one soaking with sweat, happiness, and rain. Hikari stared up at the sky, as did he.
"You know, rainy days seem like angels crying," he spoke softly, breaking the silence.
The girl looked at him with a small smile on her lips. "Very poetic, coming out of you."
He grinned, as they both stared at the mud-covered field. By now, both were the only ones left.
"Hey, Hikari?"
"Hm?"
"Did you ever, err, have a boyfriend?"
"Well, I did have a guy who I just hang around back in Japan. His name was Sasuke, and I have to admit, I did have feelings for him; people always called us lovers."
Now, the pleasant, tomboy smiled almost dreamily, flashing back into memories.
"I remember, one time, both of us wanted to go see a movie. But, we got there late. I remember asking him, 'how do we get in?' So, he suggested that we sneak in. We did, but we almost did get caught. But, he pushed me into the wall and both of us acted like we were having sex."
Both of the kids laughed, as she continued. "The guy ran his ass out of there pretty damn fast. That would probably be a scene he'd never forget."
"And then, there was this one time where we decided to go to the park and he bought us a couple of hot dogs. I remember I was eating then he 'accidentally' (here, she brought her hands up and wagged both of her middle and index fingers.) slammed mine onto my shirt and both of us ended up doing a small food fight until four-o-clock!"
Daisuke smiled, as she giggled at her memories.
"I bet he was a fun dude, huh?"
"Yeah, he was a great guy. He gave me two red roses before I left to here."
She sighed, looking at him.
"So, did you have any?"
"No. Many of them avoid me like a plague."
Both just stood for a minute in silence. Suddenly, Hikari cleared her throat, turning her head to have ruby-red eyes staring into chocolate-brown eyes.
"Would...Would you like to?"
Daisuke hesitated. "I-I guess."
Before he knew it, his lips were locked onto hers; not too passionate, but still, something really great.
His head began sparking like fireworks. The moment was something he had never thought about.
Both finally parted away after 5 seconds. Daisuke flickered his eyes to the ground before finally resting again on Hikari.
"Was, the movie experience like this?"
"no, nothing even compared to this."
With that, both kissed again, though longer; as the rain, like angel's tears from heaven, showered down on them. They didn't care if they were soaked. To them, this was nothing compared to the storm happening inside their bodies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heh, told you! Oh, and so sorry, but I have tons of homework, so reviews next chapter! AND FORGIVE ME! Don't come to my house with pitchforks just for that LONG wait! I was disappointed too! But, remember. Expect it sometime early November. Hey, my b-day's that month! Hmm, gotta start planning. Err, the story's next chapter, of course! Heh heh! ^^`
Disclaimer: What, do I have to repeat it 100 times? I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON OR ANY MUSICIANS! NO FLAMING OR SUING! BACK LAWYERS, BACK!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right now, the only thing that kept pounding in Daisuke's head was the score of the game: 4-4. His spiked hair laid flat for once, in his eyes, yet still not blocking his vision; his usually depressed brown eyes (now having a hard look that he only received when it was a football game) concentrated onto his fellow teammates.
"Motomiya!"
Daisuke reared to his full height quickly, jogging towards his team's coach, Coach James.
"Motomiya, sub in for Berns. Pass the ball to Ichijouji so he can end the game. Got it?"
Daisuke nodded, sprinting to the sidelines. One of the referees blasted his whistle, allowing the brown-haired boy to launch across the field. When his teammate, Erik Berns, passed him, Daisuke could see why his coach subbed the great athlete. Erik, though almost as good as Ken was in football, was almost completely covered in mud, his chest heaving for oxygen.
He (Daisuke) ran to take Erik's place, sizing up how to pass to his blue- haired friend. He dribbled the ball down, narrowly dodging the massive giants of the rival team. He yelped to Ken, "Ball!", slamming it with his foot to him.
The muddy ball bounced off the football-star's head, landing close at his feet. Ken dribbled it down at the enemy's goal, giving a grunt, as he forcefully kicked it right into the goal.
Everybody held their breath. Almost in slow motion, the ball sailed in the rain, the enemy's goalkeeper crouching down to pounce for it. Yet, the wind did mercy and..yes! Making the score 5-4 for the home team of Katy, Texas.
Daisuke nearly collapsed with joy. He fell to his mud-caked knees, letting the rain shower on him, as the other teammates of his gathered around Ken to congratulate him on his success. Yet, Daisuke, of course, was sorta used to the isolation. Yet, he gave a little jump when he felt the soft tap on his sweaty shoulder.
Turning around with a wide grin, he froze, when he saw it was Hikari staring down at him with a bright smile that seemed to lit up the gloomy field.
"Hey, nice pass!" she complimented, while Daisuke tried to find words. "Um, thanks!"
He stood up, mud trickling down his legs, as he looked around. The rest of his team was gathered around the stands, all under umbrellas.
He looked over at Hikari, who was also under a huge, black umbrella. Once again, she was not wearing the most fashionable outfit: loose, baggy black shirt that had a snow leopard roaring to the crescent moon and tight, blue jeans. A black choker with a dragon on it was tighten around her neck.
She looked over at him, her wild gleam still in her scarlet eyes. "Hey, you did a great job. I mean, you didn't score a goal, but, it's like you did."
With that, she grinned, bringing a smile also to Daisuke's lips. "So, what time did you come?"
"Right around the first goal."
"Ah."
Both then stood there silent; one dry, one soaking with sweat, happiness, and rain. Hikari stared up at the sky, as did he.
"You know, rainy days seem like angels crying," he spoke softly, breaking the silence.
The girl looked at him with a small smile on her lips. "Very poetic, coming out of you."
He grinned, as they both stared at the mud-covered field. By now, both were the only ones left.
"Hey, Hikari?"
"Hm?"
"Did you ever, err, have a boyfriend?"
"Well, I did have a guy who I just hang around back in Japan. His name was Sasuke, and I have to admit, I did have feelings for him; people always called us lovers."
Now, the pleasant, tomboy smiled almost dreamily, flashing back into memories.
"I remember, one time, both of us wanted to go see a movie. But, we got there late. I remember asking him, 'how do we get in?' So, he suggested that we sneak in. We did, but we almost did get caught. But, he pushed me into the wall and both of us acted like we were having sex."
Both of the kids laughed, as she continued. "The guy ran his ass out of there pretty damn fast. That would probably be a scene he'd never forget."
"And then, there was this one time where we decided to go to the park and he bought us a couple of hot dogs. I remember I was eating then he 'accidentally' (here, she brought her hands up and wagged both of her middle and index fingers.) slammed mine onto my shirt and both of us ended up doing a small food fight until four-o-clock!"
Daisuke smiled, as she giggled at her memories.
"I bet he was a fun dude, huh?"
"Yeah, he was a great guy. He gave me two red roses before I left to here."
She sighed, looking at him.
"So, did you have any?"
"No. Many of them avoid me like a plague."
Both just stood for a minute in silence. Suddenly, Hikari cleared her throat, turning her head to have ruby-red eyes staring into chocolate-brown eyes.
"Would...Would you like to?"
Daisuke hesitated. "I-I guess."
Before he knew it, his lips were locked onto hers; not too passionate, but still, something really great.
His head began sparking like fireworks. The moment was something he had never thought about.
Both finally parted away after 5 seconds. Daisuke flickered his eyes to the ground before finally resting again on Hikari.
"Was, the movie experience like this?"
"no, nothing even compared to this."
With that, both kissed again, though longer; as the rain, like angel's tears from heaven, showered down on them. They didn't care if they were soaked. To them, this was nothing compared to the storm happening inside their bodies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heh, told you! Oh, and so sorry, but I have tons of homework, so reviews next chapter! AND FORGIVE ME! Don't come to my house with pitchforks just for that LONG wait! I was disappointed too! But, remember. Expect it sometime early November. Hey, my b-day's that month! Hmm, gotta start planning. Err, the story's next chapter, of course! Heh heh! ^^`