Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Digimon!
My Second Story, Yay! Called "On My Mind." I thought of the story when I was in school and a friend told me that they never stopped thinking about me. It made me happy, and I got the idea to write a fic about it, I hope you all like Chapter One:
Chapter One: Thoughts For Hikari
The sun would rise to reveal a beautiful Monday morning, it's rays shining through thin drapes upon her window and shine onto her face, as if they were her alarm. Hikari would stir, her auburn locks spilling on her rosy cheeks as she shifted on her side, facing away from the sun. Before she could drift off to sleep again, the small metallic digital alarm clock would beep as the screen would blink the glowing-green characters: "6:30."
" Get up, Hika. It's your first day of school."
"Mphm..I'm up, I'm up." She would mumble as she slowly sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her ruby coloured eyes. She blinked a few times. Then regaining focus, looking at the door of her bedroom towards her chocolate haired, and quite petite mother of hers smiling towards her offspring.
" Ohayoo, Okaasan." Hikari smiled, slipping out of bed and towards her door, giving her mother a quick hug before going to her bathroom, grabbing her light pink towel before doing so.
She looked in the mirror at herself as soon as she closed the bathroom door. She examined her hair, which was somewhat sloppy. A laugh would escape her cherry lips as she turned on the water to take a shower. Hikari looked towards the water pouring from the faucet, the bathroom soon to be engulfed in steam. Again, she would turn towards the mirror after she had already taken off her top. A hand would come to message her fragile shoulders. Finally fully waking up, she removed the rest of her clothes and jumped in the shower, being refreshed and rejuvenated by the steamy, hot water, wet strands of brown covering most of her face.
By Seven o' clock, Hikari would be ready for her first day of her Senior year of high school. The seventeen year old look as beautiful as she always did. She brushed her hair, that now reached down near her shoulders.
" I like what you're wearing, Hika." Her mother smiled, making her daughter spin as if she were a model, to look at her wardrobe.
" Arigatou." Hika nodded a bit, looking down towards the white, button-down blouse that fit her snuggly, her slender body sporting womanly curves; and a magenta, silk skirt, with ripples towards the bottom edge, lined with flowers towards the belt-line, and a chainbelt, dangling multiple charms the shapes of hearts.
"Ready for the beginning of the end?"
" I sure am."
" Welcome Underclassmen and The Class of 2005. This is Mr. Fujiyama, wishing you the happiest last year of high school." Fujiyama's voice echoed through the corridors and the classrooms of the school as he spoke over the intercom.
Takeru's bright cerulean hues gazed throughout the classroom, seeing many familiar faces; Daisuke grinning mischievisouly as he attempted to annoy the lavender haired Miyako by poking her with his eraseable pen. He ran fingers through his dirty blonde hair. Then he looked beside him, Hikari's beautiful figure causing him to smile, almost falling into a daze as he stared but quickly came back to earth, shaking his head slightly looking towards the chalkboard, their Communications teacher placing their first assignment upon the board. Takeru read each word as they were written down.
Each person is to choose a person and list all the good attributes that that person has.
Takeru laughed to himself. Was the teacher reading his mind, or did he know that he was thinking of Hikari? Was it that obvious? And did the teacher know that he would even pick her? These were throughs that temperily circled through Takeru's head as his mind again began to think about it's favorite subject, Hikari.
Daisuke blinked, looking towards Takeru, then Hikari. "Hey, Kari, mind if I write about you?"
" No, I don't." Hikari looked to the fellow digidestined over her shoulders, then looked towards the person beside her. "Takeru, I want to write about you. Y'mind?"
" Course not, Kar." He simply replied, picking up his notebook and a writing implement. "I'll write about you then." He tapped his pen upon the desktop before looking down at the paper. He was somewhat excited, staring down at the paper as his mind seemed to blank out. What happened? He knew what he was going to write, but he couldn't seem to concentrate, because, all of a sudden, the only thing on his mind was Hikari.
Unlike Takeru, Hikari knew exactly what she was going to write. Up ahead, the teacher smiled slightly as she then lightly tapped her pointerstick onto her desk.
"Hold on there, I didn't say when it was due." She laid the stick down and sat down in her chair. "I know most of you know each other very well, so well that you could write a whole page; or maybe even ten. I could explain the assignment, but I want you all to figure it out for yourselves. Yes, you'll be writing today, but that's not the whole thing."
" Then what's the whole assignment?" Daisuke asked impatiently, tapping his pencil on the desk, still annoying the hell out of Miyako.
Miyako was prepared to hit him across the head but the teacher looked her way and she quickly put her hands in her lap and listened.
" I won't tell you."
" If I fail, it's not my fault!" Daisuke joked as he smiled, the class looking at him, smiling.
" This time it isn't." Takeru teased, causing the whole class to spit a giggle.
" If you say so T. E."