Forever Midnight

By Riyukku Sayuri

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Digimon

Author's Note: My second Kozumi fanfic! Please enjoy! Read and review! Arigato!

Plot: Kouji, Izumi, Junpei, Kouichi, and Takuya are all in Jiyuugaoka High as freshmen while Tomoki is still in Jiyuugaoka Junior High. As Izumi and Kouji become closer together, things begin to grow.

Chapter One

Bustle

As a blonde haired girl skipped briskly down the high school corridor, she noticed a slender figure residing upon her locker. She hastened off to see, yet she was far from her locker. Quickly, she quickened her pace and when she finally reached there, she saw a very familiar face. The figure had messy hazel hair, golden eyes, and wore the school uniform they were to wear with a bit of red peeking from the unbuttoned gap.

"Takuya-kun!" Izumi declared, rushing over to him. "Konnichiwa Izumi-chan!" Takuya greeted, smiling at Izumi. He saw the blonde haired girl wearing a preppy black jacket, a white blouse underneath – for its collar was peeking out, a red bow tied to her jacket, and a preppy short skirt which was in a lighter black than her jacket.

"Where's Kouji-kun? I saw Kouichi and Junpei awhile before," Izumi questioned, smiling sweetly. "He said he wanted to be alone," Takuya shrugged, shifting uncomfortably in his black slacks. "I suppose the slacks aren't getting quite well with you?" she stated – almost laughed. "Eh, they're okay. So, how are you, Izumi?" Takuya replied. "Well, for the first day of school, it's quite alright," Izumi replied, smiling in a cheerful way.

This girl didn't have any friends except for the ones she'd met during her days in the digital world. On their first day of high school, all the girls would snicker at this lonely girl who relied on her own friends rather than on herself. Her self-confidence was set low, but her heart was set high. She had intensions of winning their trust and showing them she was worth more than anything else, yet they all would laugh at her and her Italian ways when truly, she was a Japanese and Italian at heart.

This boy, however, had gotten popular just in his first class. He had already been voted cutest boy of the homeroom and the females of the school were already drooling all over him while he only paid attention to the one female that counted. However, he wasn't entirely the most popular. Some of his ignorant choices had pulled him down to second, for he was in the same homeroom as his friend, Kouji.

"Takuya-kun, I think I will always be hated," Izumi whispered sadly. "Why is that?" he asked her. "I... When I say hi to one person, they merely ignore me. When I say hi to another, they follow the first person's lead. I feel so unaccepted, just like when I was in grade school. I was always unaccepted," she sighed sadly. Her eyes fell to the floor as tears began to burn in the girl's tender eyes. Her green eyes glistened as she gestured Takuya to move out of the way.

"Gomen nasai," he apologized sympathetically. She gently opened her locker door and when she did, a pile of her books fell out and made a messy pile on the floor.

"Ugh, I hate today. It was supposed to be great, but now it's so damn terrible," Izumi grumbled. "Whoa, Izumi, what?" Takuya gasped, bending down to help his friend and her books. He picked up half of her books and helped her rearrange her locker. "There. I think Kouji and I are in your next class?" Takuya thought. He simply hated the thought of Izumi being sad on the first day of school. He was no longer as immature as he was before, but more caring and understanding – especially for Izumi, who still felt neglected by the social world.

"C'mon, let's go!" Takuya said in a cheery voice, carrying his books in his strong arms. "All right," Izumi sighed, walking side-by-side with Takuya. She took careful steps and as they walked along, Izumi told Takuya that she would catch up with him later.

She stood in the empty hallway as the teachers were to assemble in five minutes. She dropped her pen and stooped down to pick it up. There, as she placed her hand to her pen, a hand had covered it before she touched it. She quickly stood up, her face flushed. The face was just too familiar for her to resist smiling – it was Kouji!

"Kouji-kun!" she shouted in amazement. He, too, was carrying his textbooks in his arms and quickly handed Izumi her pen with his free hand. "Ohayo," he said quietly. "Arigato," she replied, taking the pen. They walked together to the classroom and settled themselves down side-by-side, Izumi being in the middle.

That was when the class had started and the bustle was going on...

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a/n: Ehehe, yes, odd, but I think it might be a good start! Please read and review! Domo arigato!!