Wow. I haven't touched this one in a while. I guess i was more driven to finish 'to wait, perchance to know,' before i continued on with this. you know, this was only meant to be something i updated every week for 8 weeks, in honor of leaving San Francisco forever. eh. whatever. at least it's getting done, ne? so, on with this second-to-last jam, of this Takari symphony. that was ugly. ignore that. i'm too lazy to actually strike that backspace button. ok. i don't own digimon. some other lucky bastard does. bye-bye!

The Takari Drabbles: Dinner

(As the sun sets on a cold, November day, Hikari, only in a T-shirt that draped down to her knees, and a pair of elusive booty shorts, continues to stir her boiling concoction in a hypnotic, counterclockwise motion, accompanied by an acoustic version of "Crazy for You." As each minute passes, she wonders where in the world her Takeru is.)

"Uggh! Where is that guy? I'm hungry…"

(She ignored the twisting cries that her stomach made and left her pot of non-turkey-based-gravy-something to simmer as she moved into the living-room-slash-dining-room-slash-bedroom of her cramped apartment. She took a bottle of '02 merlot from one of many moving boxes that were scattered around, and began to sit in the most seductive way, awaiting the ever-punctual Takeru, who was already an hour late.)

"Hmm… I don't know what would take him so long… The furniture store is only… like… 5 minutes away!"

(After having a tirade of thoughts, which included how Takeru's appearance was considered "a slippery slope" these days, and some kinky ideas involving Takeru and the lone, swivel executive chair that sat in the corner, she heard the doorbell. She thought nothing of it, simply because it would be ridiculous for Takeru to ring the doorbell of his own apartment. Plus, the area wasn't known for its pristine or safe qualities. At that moment, however, she felt somewhat… adventurous. She opened the door to find her beloved, who was carrying an amount of takeout that towered to the ceiling.)

"H-he-help!"

"Takeru?"

"No… It's… Makeru. Of course it's Takeru! Help me!"

"Oh… Uh-uh, no you didn't, bitch!"

(At that moment, Hikari became ghetto for no real apparent reason, and she slammed the door in his face. Takeru, not wanting to admit any apology, let alone, defeat, began to cause some commotion; reminiscent of the many "COPS" episodes they watched together during the wee hours of the morning. Their only means of civil communication was through the faded-orange front door.)

"Let me in!"

"Why should I?"

"Because… If you don't let me in, I can't do that thing you like! You know, the one where you're on all fours, and I'm…"

"No!"

(Since all their neighbors were outside, being a good audience, enthralled in captivation, hanging on to every, single one of Takeru's ever-so-juicy words, Hikari unlocked all their locks and ushered him, including his hoard of foodstuffs. Takeru couldn't help but chuckle, and Hikari couldn't help but fake anger and question his actions.)

"What's all this?"

"Tee-hee! A surprise!"

"Hmm… is it food?"

"…No?"

(Hikari became engulfed in anger, and to up the ante, so did Takeru.)

"Takeru… you know I'm cooking Thanksgiving dinner for us! Did you even consider the trouble I went through to do all this? I had to take a day off so I could get the apartment sanitary enough for food, make gravy that you're not allergic to, and go to the grocery store to get a decent turkey. I gave a lady a black eye for this! And you come home with Chinese food! Ahh! You just don't know!"

"My day was hard, too! I work day-in and day-out at the damn furniture store so we could get a nice place of our own, one-day. Yes, I know it's ironic that I work at a furniture store, and that I don't have any furniture of my own at home. And yes, I'm sorry that you had to go through the pain of making gravy. I'm sorry that I'm only allergic to the oil secreted by turkey drippings in gravy, and not the actual turkey meat or its drippings… I'm sorry that you spent hours slaving over that rackety, hot stove, so you couldn't have one day to continue your memoirs… You had to cook a stunning… Wait a minute… What's that burning smell? Wait… Where's the turkey?"

"Well... if you just shaved once in a while... maybe i'd appreciate... wait... what?"

"The turkey! Where's the turkey? You know, gobble-gobble? Gave a lady a black eye because this was the best turkey... that turkey! Where's the turkey?"

"Oh my god! The turkey"

(Enter the black smoke that was slowly seeping out of the oven during the entire rumble. As Takeru ran around in a pathetic circle, Hikari nonchalantly went to the kitchen to grab the much-needed fire extinguisher and oven mitt, and opened the cauldron to find the 20-pound bird, an unrecognizably black mess. They both looked at it intently, ignoring the gravy that literally exploded onto the ceiling. All they could do was quit their fussing and feuding, and laugh. They took the food, together, and ate a candlelit dinner on top of their box of summer clothes. They didn't find any need for a tablecloth, since there was no actual table. As Takeru was slurping the entire takeout box of chow mien hurriedly, Hikari gave thanks and asked him.)

"What are you thankful for, Takeru?"

(After a nearly choking, he paused and thought.)

"For realizing a day after I left for America that I couldn't live without you. For you saying 'yes' when I proposed to you on your doorstep. I'm thankful that you were more than willing to come to America, just for me. I'm thankful that we could conquer this crazy adventure together. For you… I'm thankful. Because of you, I'm thankful…"

(Hikari couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again…)

"I'm sorry…"

"Why are you crying, my love?"

"Because… I wanted everything to turn out the way I planned it… I wanted the turkey to be the best meal you ever had. I wanted to tell you…"

(Takeru stood from his side of the box, sat down, and embraced his sweet from behind, comforting her, trying to make her at ease.)

"How much you love me? And how much I love you? You know I love you… And to me… Everything turned out right…

(And that's where they kissed, and held each other tight.)

"Let's have a glass of champagne to celebrate what a wonderful night we're having…"

"Oh… I can't… You see… Takeru… We're gonna have a little one of our own soon…"

"What? Hikari… Are we… I mean… Are you… Am I?"

"Going to be a daddy? Yes!"

(Hikari and Takeru couldn't help but exchange bursts of joy. Their love proved that anything was perfect, with a little love… They spent the rest of the night on the floor, Takeru frozen in amazement, and his Hikari frozen in admiration.)

"I love you, honeybear…"

"Love you, Takeru… Happy Thanksgiving…"

"Happy Thanksgiving to you too…"

(And they had a wonderful night.)

"Hikari… I hope you get a good night's sleep… We gotta wake up early… Black Friday! We gotta get some baby stuff!"

"Hmm… That could wait. With your luck, you're gonna doze off like a baby when I'm done with you…"

"Oh?.. Oh!.. Oh…"

"Exactly."

(They never made it to the early morning sales. Or even the late afternoon sales. Let's just assume they never made it to any of the bargain busters that weekend. The end.)

as you could tell, i had thanksgiving in mind. so, yum yum. anyways, hope you liked it! please review this, and tell your friends about this bunch of drabbles, and have them tell their friends. you know, pay it forward. uggh. by the way, the song that i mentioned was MYMP's version of crazy for you. i hope they sang that. or else, limewire is terribly wrong.

happy thanksgiving and happy reading!

ek