Amarezza Dolce

- a fan fiction written by Meeko Melodie

Meeko: Tired. Annoyed of French. Need I say more?

Disclaimer: If I own Digimon... and that would be never... NO!

Thank you to the following dudes and dudettes for their comments:

Kouzumi4eva: That's ok. Tee hee... thanks.

Izumi Rules: Thanks!

Kumiku-chan: Really? Well, then thanks for reading (and liking) this even though you don't really like this pairing!

Emily-luvs-to-hate: Don't worry, it'll be Kouzumi, in the end. Don't die! You have to read this so just, don't. Haha...

Chapter Four: Don't Worry

Laughing at the three boys splashing water towards each other near the shore, Izumi felt content; she prayed in her heart that everyday could be like this. The late morning sun almost reached its mid day position – right above their heads – and its warmth simmered through the air and came in contact with her skin. She rose up her head, using her arm as a shield against the golden arrows that the sun was shooting out continuously and she giggled as she felt a pair of arms encircling her waist.

She turned her head to meet his navy blue eyes, sheltered by his sunglasses. Happily being held, she snuggled into him to get into a more comfortable position and he let her. Finally satisfied with laying her head on his bare chest, her arms loosely hanging on his broad shoulders and balancing herself on his supporting lap, she sighed in pleasure.

"Izumi," at the sound of her name, she looked up, and saw Kouji took off his shades and placed it on top of his head; his gaze almost burnt into her green but she didn't look away; she couldn't.

"What is it?" she asked, cocking her head slightly to one side in inquiry. Kouji didn't know how to start this. The first part was easy enough but then again...

"I need to tell you something," he decided to get it over with.

"Yes?" she raised her eyebrow delicately. She wondered if this had something to do with what Kouji was thinking when he was waiting alone during that same morning.

"I've joined a competition," he explained quickly, "my teacher, Mrs. Kamiah, do you know her?" She nodded, not knowing where this was all leading up to, "she teaches music in our school, does she not?"

"That's her," he was stalling for time. He couldn't understand why but he just thought maybe this was not a good thing to tell her; again, wretched signs in his head that he never pay much attention to was nagging at him. And again, he just ignored it like nothing.

"She suggested me and this other girl who was in choir to join a competition that she thought was 'interesting'," he wrinkled his nose at the quoted word, which caused Izumi to chuckle, "and I said 'yes'."

"But you've never joined in group performance before," she suddenly realized, sitting a bit much straighter, but his soothing hand that was rubbing the small of her back instantly relaxed her; yet her look of wonder did not falter.

"A partner performance," he emphasized the middle word instead of answering to Izumi's statement.

"Okay," she started slowly, glancing at her boyfriend with an inquisitive glint in her eyes, "so what if it's a partner performance? Is there something... wrong with it, or something?" She hesitated. He sighed softly, head drooping and his locks glistened with the reflection of the sun's emission.

"No," he replied, "nothing's wrong."

"Kouji Minamoto," she removed her arms on his shoulders; as an alternative, she placed both her hands, cupping Kouji's face gently yet firmly at the same time, and forced him to look down at her piercing gaze, "tell me what's wrong. I want to know what it is that you're thinking about. We've been together for three years, and yet, sometimes when I think about it alone, I've never really gotten to know you. I mean, I know you, obviously. It's just that..." Abruptly interrupted, even though she didn't really mind but she was still tad bit irritated as he placed his lips over her mouth to literally suck out her words.

"You're rambling again," he reminded her in a whisper, placing a small kiss on her temple and looked at her again with those eyes.

"Sorry," she said, "I'm just..."

"Look," Kouji lifted one hand and brushed her messy blonde locks aside, "don't worry about it, okay?" His tone is soft, but had a demanding manner laced skillfully in it. She obeyed and nodded, trying to smile to show that she had nothing to worry about.

Unfortunately, it didn't look all that convincing. Except Kouji's eyes were not on Izumi's face anymore but further out into the ocean, where vigorous waves kept sweeping the surface of the sand and he missed that strained smile.

Meeko: I'm SO sorry about the shortness but I'm really tired and I got early Chinese history class tomorrow (Saturday too!) Sorry! But will you guys be so kind and give me those wonderful comments?