What do you think? If you read the other story, you know exactly how taichi feels. Bear with me. Please.
RANDOM SONG RECOMMENDATION: THE EDGE OF TONIGHT BY ALL TIME LOW. IT FUCKED ME UP. GREATEST SONG EVERRR (will probably add that in the sequel of ADA)
Oh and I just need to say fhis. BUT TO BE ACKNOWLEDGED BY DIGI YO who is one of my inspirations for digimon fanfiction in general IS SUCH AN HONOR. i cry.
The Powerpuff girls
Courage
"Alright!" I clap my hands together Welcome to the Yagami physical training session."
"Who's idea was this again?" Takeru whispers to Ken.
The prodigy chuckles nervously. "Daisuke-kun."
Both of them sigh, as the goggleboy just enthusiastically salutes. "Taichi-senpai said he had some free time after soccer, so I took this chance for us to improve our fitness." I look away and smirk. I bet he thinks he's the most fit among the three and just wants to brag.
"First is a test of speed." I clear my throat. My gaze drifts to the area outside the school gates.
Takeru follows it. "Ah. It's Aniki and Sora-san." The pair were smiling at each other, completely unaware we were watching them.
I turn my head back to them. "You three remind me of superheroes." They blush. "Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup." I point to Daisuke, Takeru and Ken respectively. A gloomy cloud rests above their head. I chuckle. "Strong, but cute and babyish."
"T-Taichi-san, are you feeling alright?" Ken asks.
"Me? Of course, Ken-chan." I smile brightly. "Or would you prefer Kaiser?" An arrow seemed to pierce his heart as I said that.
"Scary." Takeru whispers.
"Give me twenty laps around the field. Who ever finishes first wins." I say, sternly.
"N-No warmup?" Daisuke pokes his forefingers together.
"Oh sorry." I pat his head. "Make that thirty laps."
"Eh?!"
Memory 1: courage and love
"You're leaving the team?" Taichi's eyes widen, head leaning forward to Sora. The girl nods, twisting her fingers together in anxiety. A silence evelopes them. Taichi sighs, then he smiles. "Good luck with joining tennis, then."
Sora lights up and hugs him. "It's not like I'm leaving you."
Taichi looks away. "Yeah I know."
"Hey guys, what's up?" Kouno Akira walks to them. "Cuddling again, I see."
Sora giggles, as Taichi rolls his eyes. "She's going to quit soccer."
"What?!" Their coplayer steps back in shock. "B-But, you're one of the best..."
Taichi lays a hand on Sora's shoulder. "And she's still the best, this time trying for tennis." Sora smiles at him.
"What'll happen to Captain?"
Taichi flicks his head. "I'll live."
Akira winces in response and turns to Sora. "I bet you broke his heart."
Taichi kicks his upper leg. "Look at all those orange cones scattered. Go clean them up." Akira staggers away, laughing.
"Thanks for understanding, Taichi." Sora links her arms with the Leader.
"Did you expect me to get mad at you?"
"No... But disappointed at least."
"Why would I be? You're exploring. That's good." Taichi pats her head.
She chuckles. "Yeah. I don't want to feel like I'll be in the same place forever." Taichi subtly bites his lip and looks down.
The Romantics
Laughter echoes in the halls. Alison twitches at the sudden frivolic sound. She just got out of the bathroom, hoping her heels wouldn't slide on the newly-waxed marble floors. "Michael! I have no control of my feet right now, so you better run boy!" A familiar voice shouts, as Michael seemed to be skating on the shiny surface, with a bright smile plastered on his face.
"M-Michael!" Alison blushes.
"Look out, Alison!" Michael laughs, sliding past her.
Trevor appears behind him, along with Laurel, Mimi and Eleanor holding hands. Mimi squeals as her white boots goes out of control. Alison screams as their shoulders bump, causing them both to hit the floor. Trevor and Michael stop fooling around, once they see Mimi, who was laughing hysterically and a glaring Alison's legs tangled.
Michael sheds a drop of sweat. "Are you okay?" He bends his knees to the two girls.
Alison pops a nerve and kicks Mimi. "What did you do that for?"
Mimi giggles. "Sorry. It was an accident."
Alison turns red, sighs and stands up. "Shut up. There are classes going on and you guys skip? What terrible students."
"Eh? You used to skip with me all the time." Trevor retorts. Alison looks away.
"It's just Ma'am Nicholas with History, it's fine." Mimi ensures with a smile. "Want to skip class with us?"
Alison gapes, embarassed. "That's like saying that I'm not mad at you anymore."
"You're mad at me?" Mimi pretends to forget. "I'm not mad at you." She grins, holding Alison's hand.
"... Liar."
"I'm not!" She laughs. All her friends behind her smile at Alison. "I used to be... But I'm contented now," she turns to Michael. "so I won't take revenge on you." Alison crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, staring closely at Mimi's face. What's up with her?
"Hey! You five!" An tiny old lady walks toward them. "What's this? You're six now?"
Trevor twitches. "Oh, crap! It's our teacher."
"Don't try to run away! I've caught you now!"
Trevor shares nervous glances with Michael. He stutters and avoids her eyes. "W-We weren't trying to c-cut History." He looks at Mimi and Alison, standing close to each other. All six of them were huddled together looking like criminals. An idea pops into Trevor's head. Something they were discussing in class. "We were eloping." That's worse, Michael thinks.
"E-Eloping?" Mrs. Nicholas was taken aback.
"That's right!" Trevor clench his fists, determined. "We're deeply in love, and we're off to write poems and songs to perform for each orher."
"Stupid Trevor! The Romanticists did not practice polygamy." The old lady replies. Eh, she's really going with this? Michael tries to keep a sensible face.
"This is a new day and age, Ma'am." Trevor poshly gasps. "If that's the case, since we're so obsessed with being in love, call us another name. No one uses the romanticists anymore." He slowly shushes his other friends away, sneakily sliding their feet away from her on the floor.
"A new name..." She closes her eyes in thought. The group giggles to themselves, at least 2 meters away from her now. Trevor knew she moved slowly. "... Romantic?-Hey! Don't try to run away!"
"Too late! Thanks for the name!" Trevor calls out, exiting the hallway.
.-.-.
"W-Wait a minute! Why am I with you guys? And why am I holding Mimi's hand?" Alison stops walking. They were outside, by the palm trees.
"Isn't it obvious?" Trevor wraps his arm around Alison. "You're with us, now."
"B-But!" Alison blushes.
"Right, your other friends." Mimi says. "We're not stopping you, though. Just know, we'll always be here to catch you, if you fall." She holds a confused Alison's hands.
"Ah, Mimi has a way with words." Trevor sparkles, admiring Mimi.
"She's right, Alison." Michael adds. "Doesn't it feel natural when you're with us?"
.-.-.
Alison was looking at the lunch table about three meters away from her. All of them were laughing sincerely. She was comparing them to her own company right now, busy with their phones and make up. They hardly talk about a concrete topic. Come to think of it, when did they start becoming friends? When Alison first moved to New York, people liked her... So she decided she would make the rules. "Guys." She calls out to the girls, who immediately turn their heads. "Wh... What do you like about me?"
.-.-.
Sincerity
I was fixing Eleanor's hair, now semi-straight and wavy, when Alison opens the door to our classroom calling for me. Her mouth was in a straight line, hands on waist, though as expected, she didn't look distressed. "What's up?"
"I'm apologizing, but judging by your face, I bet you've already forgiven me." Mimi only smiles brighter at that statement. Alison sighs, but her mouth raises too. "I'm impressed. I finally got to meet someone who isn't shaken by her peers."
I shake my head in disagreement. "Ever
yone's affected, including me." I pat Alison's shoulder. "Don't be so hard on yourself."
Alison looks down. "Did Trevor tell you?"
"A little." I lick my lips. "I have a friend back in Japan... His parents were divorced too. He didn't like talking much about himself, but when we opened our arms wide enough, he learned to belong."
"I feel like I wasted too much time not belonging anywhere."
"Our arms are open."
She sighs. "Yeah I know. Thanks." I hug her. The people around us make a sound of awe.
The Holy Trinity: The First Stage
"Are you nervous, Yamato?" Gabumon rubs his partner's back.
Yamato breathes in and out, appreciating the company of his best friend, thanks to Daisuke and the others. "People have been getting to know us... Naturally, I would get nervous in front of strangers." He tunes his bass for the nth time tonight, this was his first special-event concert, aside from when they re-released the album.
"Just pretend that all the people in the stadium are baby digimon."
"Er, that seems like a bad idea considering our music is rock."
Gabumon runs around, peeking behind the curtains, farther beyond backstage. He turns back to Yamato. "How come Taichi and Sora are the only ones attending your concert?"
"Did you see them there?" Funny, they usually come here before my shows.
Gabumon shakes his head no. "I'm just asking. I wanted all of the Chosen Children to come."
He pats the creature's head. "It's Christmas Eve. The others rightfully spend them with their family. I'm lucky enouch Taichi and Sora were able to come. They're the most supportive."
Satoko was wrapping a scarf around Takashi's neck, adorably wishing him good luck. Gabumon saw Yamato staring. "Do you wish Sora would do that to you?"
His bandmates hear, and they all break into laughter, causing Yamato's face to turn red. "Gabumon gets it!" Akira slaps his knee. Yamato rolls his eyes.
.-.-.
"Sora! There you are." Taichi walks to her with Agumon by his side. "What are you doing over there?" Sora blushes. Taichi peeks into what she was holding behind her. He grins. "Is that for Yamato?"
"I smell something sweet." Agumon excitedly points out.
Biyomon glares. "It's not for you."
Sora found it hard to look at his eyes. Her heart was beating faster. "It's a Christmas present for him... Yeah."
"Then. What are you waiting for?" Taichi smiles. Agumon and Biyomon stare at him with questioning expressions.
"It's-It's just..." Sora stutters, lost for words. She couldn't bring herself to move, not when Taichi is in front of her looking like this, at this particular moment.
"Sora." He firmly grips her shoulder. Sora's mouth forms a small o. Taichi's brown eyed stare pierce through her scarf, adapting to the cold weather. She felt cold. Then he smiles again, and the indescribable feeling disappears. He pushes her toward the door. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Go ahead."
"T-Taichi." He gives her an ensuring smile. Like always. Something that would never change. She nods gratefully to him, entering the building.
"Good luck, Sora." He calls out quietly.
As soon as she was out of sight, Agumon tugs Taichi's sleeve. "You've really matured, Taichi."
Taichi chuckles and presses a hand on Agumon's head. "Idiot."
.-.-.
Love
"Excuse me. This is for Yamato-kun." I gulp, face to face with one of their bulky and bald bodyguards.
The man raises an eyebrow. "By any chance, are you the girl he was waiting for?"
"Eh?"
"Sora-san." Takashi appears behind him. He nods to the bodyguard. "She can talk to us for a sec." I carefully walk to him, passing the large figure. "Yamato's in the back." He points.
I bite my lip and see the blonde crosslegged, holding a piece of paper, focused. "Y-Yamato." I call out to him.
His trance breaks at the sound of my voice, replacing the fierce eyes with brightness. "Sora!" He stands up. His bandmates were giggling to themselves in a corner. I feel my cheeks burn as he eyes the object I was trying to conceal. "T-Taichi's not with you?" He blushes too.
"No, he went ahead." I clear my throat. Gabumon and Biyomon share a knowing look. "This." I push the green wrapped box to his chest, my face lowered. "This is for you."
"..." Our faces were both red, as he takes the box. "Th-Thanks."
My feet bump together. "I baked."
"Really? That's nice of you."
"I'm not nice in general?"
He scratches his head. "Th-That's not what I meant." He chuckles nervously and avoids my eyes. "I'm really grateful."
"So... Yamato-kun." I poke my fingers together. Looking down, I see Biyomon with a cheery grin. "L-Let's hang out some time."
"... You mean like always?"
"Yes! I mean no! I mean-" Akira was covering his mouth, amused. I turn my head away shyly and breathe. "I mean comfortably, but a special kind of a hang out."
"I see." I feel myself blush harder. "I would love to go out with you."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
I look down at my feet. "T-Taichi isn't coming with us."
He laughs. "I know. It'd be weird if he did." I smile, happy he got the message. He glances at the gift again. Then at me. "I feel like I'm on cloud nine. Thanks Sora." Akira was sneekily smirking at us. I blush.
My heart beats faster. "It was nothing."
"Excuse Me! This is for Yamato-kun!" A high-pitched voice alerts the four boys, pushing Yamato and me in a cramped closet. Oh right. This has got to be Jun.
It was dark, and I could feel cleaning supplies surround my body everywhere. It was dark, but Yamato's arms covered the space above my head, like he was trapping me with his body. It was dark, but it wasn't cold, not when I can hear his heart and mine resonating. He avoids my gaze, face red. "S-Sorry." He mutters, noticing our awkward position.
I can't help but giggle. "I've never seen you so vulnerable before."
His eyes were hesitant, mysterious but alluring. "... Is it attractive?"
"What?"
He turns red further. "Is me being weak attractive?"
I hold back a laugh. "Why are you asking that?"
"If... If it matters, I feel weaker when I'm with you."
My eyes widen at his words. I gulp. Then sigh. "You know... Guys like you are supposed to protect girls like me."
He chuckles. "I know. I just feel like you have something against me when you use your cute nature like this. Like I'm being attacked."
"Like how?"
"For instance, I'm pretty sure Jun's gone, but I don't want to leave this position. Do you?"
"... Nope." I run a hand over his blonde strands. I smirk, suddenly acquiring courage to say these words. "You're trapped in my charm." He gapes in reply. I grin, satisfied with myself. Mimi was right.
MnMs
"It was really nice of you to bring the other girls to the salon, today." Michael kicks a pebble away. "Now Laurel has pink hair." He chuckles. At first she was hesitant, but then they reminded her of her favorite anime character, which coincidentally also had pink hair.
"It was really nice of you to bring the other girls to the salon, today." Michael kicks a pebble away. "Now Laurel has pink hair." He chuckles. At first she was hesitant, but then they reminded her of her favorite anime character, which coincidentally also had pink hair.
"Eh? What do you mean by that? I'm always nice." She jokingly retorts. Michael pinches her cheek, gullible to her cuteness. Mimi also gave Eleanor a pair of new contact lenses, because glasses didn't do well with her pretty amber eyes. Alison and Mimi got matching nail treatment, while Trevor and Michael spent hours in the arcade and music shop, but their friends weren't with them at this couple was strolling by the busy streets, holding hands, just finished spending the afternoon with their group. They grin together, satisfied.
Mimi stops walking. "Right. My gift for you." She faces him. He smirks expectantly. and he's not one to smirk. Of all people, he knew Mimi's capacity of sweetness. Her cheeks turn pink. "Close your eyes."
He chuckles. "Alright." He does what she says, feeling more excited. Just when he was contemplating if he should hold out his hands to recieve something or not, he feels a soft warm pressure touch his lips. Startled, he opens his eyes and sees Mimi's skin, eyes, hair, nose closer than ever. Her lips were like spring blooming in the winter.
When she stops kissing him, it was just a long peck, she turns away, shy that she offered her first time do that. "It's not much... But..."
Michael was blushing too. "No. It was precious. I'll cherish it forever." He holds Mimi's shoulder, causing her to face him again. He kisses her cheek. "I really like you, Emi."
"Emi?" Mimi feels her blood rush in her face, her heart skipping a beat.
Michael laughs nervously, scratching his head. "You don't like it? It's my nickname for you. I wanted it to be as cute as," He looks down. "well, you."
"Michael!" She squeals and buries her face on her hands. "You're making my heart explode."
"A-Are you alright?"
She still couldn't let him see her face. "Y-Yeah. Of course I am." she peeks between her fingers and meets his gentle smile.
"Merry Christmas."
"M-Merry Christmas."
"Here." He pulls out a wrapped object from his olive green coat. "My gift." As Mimi felt it, she could tell it was a notebook. "Because I know not all the words you think of, are the ones you want to say... Or sing."
She lights up and wraps her arms around his neck. "Michael, you're so romantic."
He laughs. "What? Who's the one who gives her first kiss to her first boyfriend in such a chilly but comforting scenario?"
She inflates her cheeks and crosses her arms, flustered. "Don't rub it in, idiot."
This is where it gets interesting. *evil laugh*