Tricerodragon: After over a year I actually have time to update again -.- VERY long time, I know. Sorry guys... but hey, I hope you guys'll all read my Fantasy novel when it comes out, in a few years. It's called Sword of Rillioth, and I hope everyone who reads it likes it! Again, I'd like to acknowledge that I don't own Digimon. I'd like to acknowledge once more that one fan whose presence has inspired me to continue writing, whether it be Fan-Fiction, or Novelism. And I'm hoping this chapter is of better quality than the last five, which I intend on editing in the very near future. Well, this has been a long rant, so let me end it, so you guys can get to the story! On with the Fic!
Time and Love Again
"Hmm, ok... is Izumi there?" asked Takuya, in a somewhat less confused tone of voice.
"Yeah, you want to talk to her, I suppose?" Darren replied, snickering again slightly.
"Yeah, uh... sure" Takuya said, starting to fidget a little, even on the phone.
Darren marched into Izumi's room, where, she was asleep, somehow, at ten in the morning; she had a nice, attractive string of drool hanging out of her mouth, halfway to the floor, upon which there was a small drool puddle forming.
'Yuck...' thought Darren. 'That's... totally disgusting...' He tapped her on the shoulder to wake her up, and the little drool string joined the puddle already on the floor.
She sat bolt upright, almost stepping in the puddle and stared at the phone in Darren's hand. She gasped, and pointed to the phone. "Is that him?" She mouthed, no sound escaping her surprised open mouth. She took the phone, and raised it to her ear, using that sweet, airy voice, that made Darren want to puke a lot more than it made him want to laugh.
"Hiya, Takuya! What's up?" she said, in that weird voice, that still scared Takuya a little. "Um... Hey, not much... and you?" he said, shakily, still fidgeting. "Oh, little old me? I'm great!" she said, in that scarily chipper voice.
"So--uh, you want to do something--today? Maybe--go to the mall or something? Have pizza?" He said, his mettle returning as he spoke confidently, the burst of boldness returning his voice to normal.
Izumi was surprised. She hadn't expected him to be so bold so soon.
So she said, "Sure, I'd love to! Meet me at my house around... three, OK?"
He replied, yet more boldly, with a chuckle, "Sure, see you then, and tell Darren it's too early in the morning to snicker at people" .
Izumi pressed the 'Talk' button on the cordless phone, hanging up. She glared a little at Darren, and then rushed off for the closet...
Takuya was proud of himself. He'd overcome his shyness, and had radiated calm confidence in a short conversation. Yep, he felt quite satisfied with himself... he had a date with Izumi, and he wasn't about to screw up now.
Darren sat back for the second time in two days as Izumi rummaged through her closet once more in search of clothes.
She pulled a tight-fitting white blouse and a knee-length skirt from the closet, and asked Darren what he thought.
"Hmm... mixed signals, forget it."
She grabbed an ankle length purple cloth skirt and a blue blouse, and asked again.
"Hmm... perfect, but perhaps you could choose a different blouse?" She selected a dark red blouse, and he gave her a thumbs-up. So, she ran off to shower and do all the other stuff girls do, of which we males of the species can only guess.
Darren trundled off to make a sandwich, and shook his head. "Girls."
Takuya was walking to Izumi's house, trying as hard as he could to resist skipping.
He rounded the corner, and climbed the front stairs, ringing the doorbell. Darren answered the door.
"Dude, do you –live- here?" Takuya asked jokingly, looking up at him.
"On weekends, yeah. Come in, dude. Have a seat in the kitchen, Breezy'll be down in a second. Take a load off."
"Who?" said Takuya.
"Breezy. It's what I call Izumi. Don't ask why, it just came to me back in third grade. D'you want a sandwich?" the taller boy asked.
"Oh, sure. I'll have what you're having, save you some trouble."
Takuya regretted saying that when Darren laid a triple decker, swiss cheese, American cheese, roast beef, turkey sandwich, heavy on the pepper, in front of him.
"Ehehe... That was quick. Is this what you're having?" Takuya asked sheepishly.
"Oh, no no. I gave you a third of my sandwich!" Darren exclaimed, putting another sandwich twice the size of the one he'd put in front of Takuya in front of his chair.
"Oh. Oooookay..." was the timid reply.
Right then, Izumi appeared at the top of the stairs.
Tricerodragon: What can I say, I have a thing for cliffhangers. I'll update really soon, promise.
