Lost On An Island

Chapter 3

A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating, but high school is a killer. We'll see how I manage this year. Please don't be mad. u-u I tried to find as mcuh time as I could to get this done. And today is my birthday, too. Sor please be nice.

Disclaimer: Digimon does not beong to me.

He slowly walked to the elevator, going o n ahead to reserve seats in the tenders for himself and Hikari. She had insisted that he go on ahead and to wait for her on the fourth floor. And now here he is, Takeru Takaishi, in his swimming trunks and trying to ignore the stares he got from various women. And he still had his shirt on! 'C'mon, Hika…hurry up. I don't know how long it'll take before I blow up with so many eyes on me.'

"Takeru! Thanks for waiting!" shouted a familiar voice. 'Thank God…' Takeru turned his head to view his friend, but only found himself staring and feeling something drip from his nose.

Hikari was dressed in a light pink two piece. A pink bikini at that. It was strapped around her neck and tied behind her back in a double knot to make sure that it wouldn't come off. It fit perfectly on her slim body.

'Crap!' he thought as he attempted to wipe his nose before Hikari could see. Unfortunately, Hikari saw the red liquid on his hands.

"Takeru? Are you bleeding? Oh, a bloody nose!" she said in surprise as she put her hand to his forehead. "You're a bit warm. Are you sure you wanna go out?" she asked, concerned. "We don't have to if you don't want to…"

"No, no I'm fine," he assured her, wiping the last of the blood away from his nose. "SO I got our tickets, and now we can head off!"

"Alright! Thanks, 'Keru!" shouted Hikari as she jumped up to hug her best friend. "So whaddaya wanna do first?"

Takeru walked alongside Hikari, arm around her shoulder, partially from the looks she got from other guys and partially from the fact that he was enjoying it himself.

"Uh…how about we just relax in the ocean for a while? Then we can do all the fun stuff!" he said joyously grinning. "Is that okay with you?"

"Uh-huh!" nodded a happy Hikari. After all, her crush did have his arm around her shoulder.

They climbed onto the small boat together, sitting side by side, waiting to be taken to the island. Unbeknownst to the friends was a boy about Takeru's age, glaring holes through Takeru. He was Makoto, an acquaintance of Hikari who helped her reach her room on the first day when she got lost.

When Makoto first met Hikari, he knew that they were meant to be. But now this jerk had to go and steal her away. Just who did he think he was anyway?

A small island was coming into view as Hikari closed her eyes and let the breeze wave her hair back. She leaned against Takeru's strong shoulder, breathing in his scent.

Takeru looked at her with gentle eyes, gazing at her calm face as she took in a deep breath of the fresh sea air. He glanced up at the island, noticing now how much larger it was. He put one arm around Hikari's waist, and poked her in the forehead with his free hand.

"Hey," he whispered, "we're almost here. Keep your eyes open, will ya?"

"Takeru, you big meanie," she said, jokingly slapping his finger away from her face. "Fine, you win."

The three walked off the ship, Makoto leaving to head or the beach, soon expecting Hikari to be there. But he didn't know how much Hikari loved to gaze the water.

Hikari crouched down on her toes, laying her arms on her knees; her auburn eyes staring at the palatial sea.

"Takeru…isn't the water pretty?"

"Yeah, it's a beautiful green," he said, placing his palm on her head. "Hey, how about we get going? I wanna get in the water, ya know."

"Alright, al-WHOA!" Hikari sighed, spinning around. But she lost her balance as she stood up, grabbing Takeru as she tried to stop from falling backwards. Unfortunately, gravity would not relent that day as the two were pulled into the water.

They swam the surface, gasping for air as they poked their heads above the clear liquid. Takeru glared at Hikari as she gave a sorrowful look. Takeru stopped, knowing it was just an accident.

"C'mon," he said, smiling. "Don't be down. Besides, I did say I wanted to get in the water…"

"…Sorry," she said, swimming alongside him. They reached the shore, where many stared at them as if they were crazy. Takeru and Hikari ignored the looks they got, especially the whistles directed at the poor girl.

Lucky enough for Hikari, she was already in her bathing suit, while Takeru's shirt had gotten completely drenched. Takeru took hold of Hikari's hand as they walked towards some available beach chairs. Hikari sat down while Takeru rid himself of the wet shirt. Hikari couldn't help but stare at him. He had a toned body, and wide shoulder from all of his basketball training. He had a messy mop of hair on his head, glistening on the sun from its wetness. His grinning face was cute as he laughed about the whole incident.

"Hikari?"

Hikari was snapped out of her trance as she turned around to face the person who had helped her the other day.

"Makoto?"

A/N: Sorry, but that's where I had to end it. I have another fic that I promised a friend (in real life) that I would type today. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I don't know when I will update this, so please put this on alert of you want to know when it is updated since the next chapter may not be for a while. Sorry. - Shikyo Yaiba