Hello, the name's Leon, and here I am fixing some things up. There are parts of this story that I didn't like when I looked back and read it again, but that's why I'm doing this. In any case, when I first posted this I was surprised, happily of course, by the reaction this story got. It seemed that a lot of people were psyched for it, and I enjoyed the way people seemed to enjoy it. Anyways, I'm cleaning things up as of now, and if you're one of the people who originally read this way back when it was first posted, or if you're barely getting to it now, well thanks for taking time out of your schedules to do so. I'm happy to entertain you folks.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Ain't that a kick in the head?

Edit: 7/1/12 Came and revised a bit. Will continue to do so for later chapters. Cleaning up grammar mistakes, and certain wording or phrasing that I've come to not really like all that much. Just minor changes, nothing too serious. Just trying to improve the writing style, and experience for the reader.


For Hikari, every Sunday morning she could remember in recent years had always been the same no matter what else had been going on in her life. She would wake up to the smell of the cooking of Taichi and Yamato, her parents leaving the apartment to partake in Sunday rituals of their own, and then she would go and talk with Takeru, regardless if there was anything causing friction between them, until the food was ready for them to eat. As far as she could tell, most of the Sunday breakfasts that the two sets of siblings shared had been a part of a weekly routine to be looked forward to, and the only time that had not personally been the case for her was the previous gathering when the tension was too much for her to even look at Takeru.

However, this specific morning was one where Hikari was excited to be able to see her best friend. It had been the previous day when they were at the pier that he had confessed his lingering feelings for her, and then, at her urging, promised her to move on. Looking back on it, her asking him to do that might have been a little rash and somewhat harsh to be honest, and as she woke up Hikari wanted nothing more than to see him again. While lying in bed, she was having trouble figuring out the reason on why precisely she wanted to see Takeru so badly, and it was thinking about this that left her wondering what exactly she wanted with him anyways. One thought that went through her mind was that he had said that he was moving on and seemed to have taken a liking to the artist girl from their class, and putting two and two together, that meant that there was a possibility that Takeru was going to have another girl in his life. It was an odd thing to think about or even acknowledge, and frankly it was something that sounded a bit paranoid as well, but even though she knew that she should have been happy for Takeru if and when he eventually found someone, she wasn't. There were strange happenings, new feelings and insecurities she didn't expect to have, that made all this impossible.

Hikari had not enjoyed seeing Takeru with Ayano, had not enjoyed watching as he left her side to join the almost stranger in chatter, and this is what was bothering her so much at the moment. She knew, but had a hard time admitting, that she felt slightly jealous of the other girl for having Takeru's attention the previous day at the pier, and Hikari was just glad that she would be the one talking with him in the few minutes it would take her to get ready for breakfast. She had always been Takeru's main person to whom he gave his attention, and Hikari knew that even though things were a bit rocky between them lately, that she still wanted to be the person who was primarily on his mind. She knew it was selfish, she truly did, but it didn't matter because in a few short moments it would be only her and Takeru on a Sunday morning; just like it always had been.

Feeling around for her phone, she couldn't find it on her bed, and for a moment she thought that she had somehow lost it, or as was most likely the case had somehow dropped it under her bed, until she caught a glimpse of it across the room plugged in charging in the wall. She was confused, because she didn't remember putting her phone to charge the previous night, but that confusion disappeared once she saw Tailmon rummaging through one of her cabinets.

"Tailmon, what are you doing?"

The cat digimon stopped and turned to Hikari, giving her a huge smile as was always the case, before she turned back to the cabinet.

"I'm looking for a candy bar. I lost a bet with Patamon so I owe him one."

Hikari smiled knowing that Patamon being in her home meant that the orange blob's partner Takeru would be there as well. It was a calming to know that he was there, a sign that she and and Takeru were still there for each other despite any ugliness that had happened. It wasn't until she turned back to the direction of her phone and Tailmon, that she frowned and remembered that Takeru hadn't texted back the night before; he always texted her back.

"Tailmon, you put my phone to charge right?"

"I had Taichi do it."

"Well, did I get anything?"

The digimon stopped rummaging through Hikari's cabinet, and turned to look towards her human partner. She gave her a confused look since she knew that Hikari was never one to concern herself over something as silly as her phone unless it was about something very serious. For the most part, Hikari only really relied on the gadget to keep up with the daily, and usually benign, lives of her friends.

"Were you expecting something, Hikari?"

Hikari thought back to Takeru, and in doing so, also thought back to how she had broken his heart. She knew that hurting someone in the matters of love was always serious and could never be taken lightly, but she still believed that Takeru would never break a promise to her no matter how badly she had hurt him. Still, she wished that she wasn't able to hurt Takeru the way that she had, that that was something that neither of them had to go through. Her mind fluttered to different things, as did her heart, and she began to think about happy memories and also ones that she would prefer be forgotten.

"Yeah I texted Takeru last night, but he never responded."

Tailmon gave a shrug as she used her tail to unhook her partner's phone from the charger, and jumped on Hikari's bed, and started stretching as she placed the phone in Hikari's hand.

"Sorry he didn't send anything, but maybe he's sick. He didn't come here with Yamato or Patamon."

With this Hikari shot up out of her bed and hurried out her bedroom door, because she had a feeling in her heart that something was wrong with Takeru. They had made promises long ago that they would never ignore a text or a phone call from the other, and also that if it was within their control that they would never miss a Sunday breakfast either, and now Takeru had done both. Maybe he was sick, but that was only wishful thinking on her part. Hikari's heart filled with guilt upon thinking of the possibilities of what could have happened to Takeru. Had she stayed by his side the day before she could have made sure he gone home safely, but she didn't; she was too selfish not wanting to see Takeru get close to another girl, to actually stay and make sure that her best friend was safe. She knew that he was her protector, him along with her brother always watching over her, always being a short distance away if help was what she needed, but that protection was a two-way street, and if anything happened to Takeru that she could have prevented, she knew that the guilt would kill her.

Rushing into her living room, she couldn't believe that Yamato and Taichi were idly still cooking instead of being worried about Takeru like she was, and she was shocked at how the digimon, even Patamon, nonchalantly played cards when one of their own team members was possibly in danger.

Watching his little sister bursting into the living room with a wild look in her eye was strange enough, but seeing her stare angrily at everyone in the room while still dressed in her pajamas was quite an odd thing to see. From what he could tell, she had just woken and hadn't even done her hair yet.

"Hikari, is everything okay?"

Ignoring her brother, Hikari turned and focused her attention on Patamon. The chubby little monster blinked as he looked back at her, and she quickly ran to him and grabbed him. This was possibly serious, and she needed to know how Takeru was doing. She knew that she was probably overreacting, honestly this was what she was hoping for, but she couldn't help but worry.

"Patamon, is Takeru okay?"

Patamon dropped the cards he already had enough trouble holding onto when Hikari grabbed him, and when she asked this question of him he blinked twice more, not really understanding what she wanted to know.

"He said he was when I asked him last night."

Hikari tensed up knowing that she had been right about something bad happening to Takeru after she had left him. Her only consolation was that he got home safely enough to be able to tell Patamon that he was okay.

"What was wrong with him?"

She hoped that the answer was only something minor, and that Takeru would be home safe and sound with no injuries at all. She didn't know what she would do without the boy in her life, and at this thought Hikari felt a bit of shame knowing that the boy that she apparently couldn't live without, was the same boy she had spent the last two weeks pushing away from her.

"He looked like he was crying."

The shame only grew stronger from there knowing that she was the reason behind those tears, and with that it broke her heart to know that if something was indeed wrong with Takeru, that she would be the reason behind that as well. She looked away for a second, she couldn't look Patamon in the face, only to turn her head in the direction of the kitchen when she heard someone slam their fist on the table. She knew it was Yamato even before she looked, but when she did she found that Yamato was not looking at her, but instead he just went back to his cooking.

Hikari looked to the phone that was in her hand, and opened it typing in Takeru's number she knew by heart, to see the real reason why he hadn't shown up for breakfast. She didn't care what Yamato thought, she already knew he didn't like her because of her recent rejections of his brother, but all she cared about was that Takeru was okay. She was nervous about what to say to him about why he wasn't at her home yet, but the nervousness was replaced with a pain she didn't know how to describe when she heard his phone ring twice then go to voice mail; he had ignored her.

"Where is he?"

Her question to Patamon had come out angrier then intended, and the little orange monster began to squirm under her glare. Patamon first looked to Yamato, who had his back turned to them as he was still making breakfast with Taichi, and then he looked to Tailmon who had a similar glare as her partner. Patamon simply sighed; he had no idea what else he could do.

"He went out with a girl this morning."

Suddenly, Yamato and Taichi both stopped cooking, and turned to look at the scene in the living room. Honestly, Yamato felt a bit of pride in his little brother for both ignoring a call from Hikari and setting new sights on a girl he had yet to meet. Taichi just smirked at the image of Takeru going on an awkward date with a girl that wasn't his sister. Neither Taichi nor Yamato, or really anyone else, would have thought that Takeru would have ever had it in him.

"So little Takeru-kun has a girlfriend he's hiding from us, eh Patamon?"

Hikari stood up and glared at her brother, an unfamiliar look coming from her as if she was ready to kill him, causing Taichi's smirk to fade, but only making Yamato's face begin to beam with more pride than he already had. Yamato knew the look that Hikari had, it was a look he had seen thousands of times from the boyfriends of his many fans; she was jealous.

"Where are they?"

Patamon gulped at the second angry question from Hikari, and the little guy figured it would be better for him to simply tell her as quickly as possible where his partner was. In Patamon's opinion, the teenage girl in front of him was acting very different than her normal self. It was pretty scary.

"He said he was taking her to the ramen shop by our apartment."

Without another word, and a face red from anger she simply picked up her shoes and left her apartment, waiting until she reached the elevator to put on her sneakers. She did not only have simple anger for Takeru, she was furious at her best friend for leaving her. Hikari couldn't believe that he would make her worry the way that he had, and ditch her for some random girl from class that he barely even knew. This new girl didn't deserve to have Takeru's attention, when it was instead Hikari that had known him since they were children. Takeru didn't need a pretty artist, he needed his best friend.

She walked quickly in the direction of Takeru's apartment, quickening up into a jog every now and again, and she knew exactly which Ramen shop would be the one he was at. Hikari herself had gone there with Takeru on numerous occasions to eat food and relax, and she missed those days when love was unspoken between them, and when it was only her that caught Takeru's eye. She didn't know why it bothered her so much that Takeru had recently started spending time with Ayano, recently being less than even a day, but she knew that she hated it. However, Hikari had an inkling inside of her that it didn't end there, and something in her mind, and a stabbing feeling in her heart, had told her that deep down she had started to hate Ayano as well.

She stopped jogging when she had found the right restaurant, anger making the time it took to get there almost seem miniscule, and she stomped inside without a second thought, storming to Takeru's table when she had located it. She had found him laughing with the artist girl, said artist laughing in the way girls do when they pretend to find a cute boy's joke funny. Though his laughter would almost always bring Hikari joy, today was different; instead of the happiness she expected, she only felt envy and regret.

Takeru's giant grin became a small smile when he saw Hikari enter through the front door of the restaurant, and Ayano's smile completely disappeared upon seeing the girl she knew Takeru to have once professed to love. He wondered what she was doing there, figuring that it was Patamon that told Hikari where he was, and he gave his old friend a warm look as she walked over to him. He was happy to see her; despite anything or everything that happened, that would always be the case.

"Good morning, Hikari-chan."

Her face twisted when she heard what he had called her, and she screamed at Takeru causing the other patrons in the ramen shop to turn and face their direction.

"What the hell, Takeru?"

All he did was share a glance with Ayano, which Hikari noticed, and Ayano stood up from the chair she was in and stared Hikari in the face. She had enjoyed her time with Takeru, she never would have guessed that he'd be her type in more than just the looks department, but she decided to just leave since she would rather not get in a cat fight with Hikari.

"Good morning Hikari-chan, it's nice to see you, and while I don't want to seem rude, it's obvious that you two need to work something out. I think I should go."

Hikari, surprised at how Takeru's date was dealing with the situation, gave the girl a hard look and took a few moments to study her. Apparently, Ayano was supposed to be a really good artist or something or other, and on top of that she was pretty as well. Hikari hadn't heard of Ayano having any boyfriends at the school, though that meant nothing and for all she knew, Ayano could very well possibly be a sex crazed party girl. Though, she noted that there was a sort of elegance in which Ayano carried herself, with an accompanying dash of grace that was the type of thing that only came as the result of old money, and with manners not expected of their generation. Ayano's long hair even contrasted so much with Hikari's own boyish haircut, and honestly it was something that made the latter feel a bit insecure about things. With all this in her mind, with the knowledge that she was still in her pajamas while Ayano was much too dressed up to be out for breakfast, Hikari decided that she now officially hated the other girl.

"Yes, you should."

There stood the girl that was trying to steal her Takeru away from her, and Hikari didn't like talking to or treating people that way, but she knew she had to do something extreme if she wanted to keep the artist away from him; at least until she resolved her feelings. Hikari felt a small victory as Ayano was about to leave until Takeru stood up as well and quickly grabbed her closest hand. Watching was like feeling a knife in her heart, since she was the only girl that Takeru was supposed to hold hands with.

"Please, don't."

Hikari hated the way that Takeru was almost pleading with Ayano to stay with him, almost as if Takeru didn't want to be left alone with her, and she hated the way that Ayano greeted his soft gaze with one of her own. She watched as Ayano placed her other hand on top of Takeru's making the contact between them all the more tentative, and all the more intimate. It was almost as if the girl was purposely trying to mock her, and Hikari had to look away.

"I have to Takeru-kun. I'll you see you tonight okay?"

Takeru's smile was a small one as he let his hand slip out of Ayano's, and watched her walk away and out of the ramen shop. That same soft smile disappeared upon looking at Hikari, and as much as he wanted to be angry at her for ruining what he wasn't was a date, he knew that he couldn't when he saw that she almost had tears in her eyes. Takeru grabbed Hikari's hand and led her out of the ramen shop, he and Ayano having already paid for their food when they ordered it, and they began walk in a random direction aimlessly, like they had done so many times before.

After walking around in silence they had ended up in a park that was almost exactly a halfway point between both of their apartment complexes, and with Takeru still holding her hand, Hikari sat down at the first shady tree she saw bringing her friend down with her. That was how they sat for twenty minutes, side by side in the silence and the shade, and they knew without speaking that moments like this were about to become a rare thing.

"What's wrong, Hikari-chan?"

It was Takeru who broke the silence, and upon hearing what he had called her, it was Hikari who pulled her hand away from him, all the while regretting that they had to end the contact they had. She knew she was uncomfortable with Takeru's budding friendship to Ayano, but it wasn't until she saw right in her face the all the possibilities of any future closeness, that the insecurity she felt hit her right in the face. She didn't want to lose him, she didn't want another person to become closer to him than she was, and as selfish as it sounded, especially since she had rejected him thrice, she didn't want to lose her position as the focus of his heart.

"You're acting awfully close to a girl you've barely known for a day."

Takeru sighed and pulled off the beanie he had been wearing, and put his arm around her, as he let her rest her head on him. He had no idea what she was feeling or going through at the moment, but Hikari needed somebody right now. As corny as it sounded, as cliché as it was, she needed someone to lean on.

"Is that what this is about, Hika?"

Hikari looked up at him when she heard what he had called her, and her face started to almost smile. Even though it had been only since the previous day, it felt like forever since Takeru had used an affectionate name with her. However, he seemed to realize his mistake and coughed loudly.

"ri-chan," Another cough. "Hikari-chan."

The almost smile never became one, and Hikari knew that as long as the affectionate part of Takeru that she had grown to love then take for granted was gone, that she wouldn't be able to be as happy as she once was. She wondered if this is how Takeru felt those times that she had rejected him, with every action second guessed, and with every emotion repressed. She had always known that he was strong, but after Hikari had tasted for about an hour what she had made him go through for so long, she was without any doubts that her Takeru was the strongest person that she knew.

She leaned even closer to him, closing almost all the empty space between them, and when she saw him smile the same smile he had when she had given him those chocolates on Valentine's day, she knew that having the old Takeru back would be a simple thing to accomplish if she just told him how she felt. However, Hikari didn't want to bring up her jealously for Ayano, feeling too embarrassed about it, and she didn't want to tell Takeru that she returned his feelings yet when she was still unsure, or refused to acknowledge, how she really felt. She knew he was expecting an answer. She refused to give the right one.

"You shouldn't act so familiar with her, Takeru. It's wrong to play with people's feelings."

The words came out with a slight bitterness that she didn't want to emphasize, but she knew that Takeru heard it. The bitterness was because she felt as if her own feelings were being played with, but that was out of her mind when her heart leapt with joy as she felt Takeru hold her tighter for a second. However, it was only for a second. He released her, and pushed her away from him and closed his eyes as he put he looked away from the brunette.

"How can you say that? I've never once played with someone's emotions," at this point Takeru looked at Hikari with tears in his eyes, tears being something that had been starting to come to him rather easily, and he noted that she too had them glistening, "I'm not you, Hikari-chan."

His words hurt her, but she didn't want to cry in front of Takeru, she didn't want him to think that she was weak, especially not now of all times.

"What do you mean?"

Takeru stood up and this and looked down at Hikari with his teary eyes, his oh so teary eyes, almost shaking his head in disgust.

"You shouldn't be talking about playing with someone's emotions, since that's all that you do. Did you forget yesterday? Did you forget about what you just barely did right now?"

Hikari stared back at Takeru with her tears almost brimming. She remained silent.

"You've put me through shit Hikari-chan, and you've made me feel like shit. Not just me, Daisuke-kun too, and who knows how many other guys."

Takeru looked away, and so did Hikari, neither knowing what he was going to say next.

"It's all a fucking game to you," he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Goodbye, Hikari-chan."

With this Takeru turned away from Hikari since he knew that the both of them had tears they needed to shed, tears that misplaced pride wouldn't let them show each other, and as he walked away he never looked back at the girl who had been his comrade; he didn't even consider it. Hikari knowing that Takeru wasn't watching anymore felt free to finally cry and let out her pain. And that's what she did as she was alone with her tears under the shade, the silence replaced with weeping.


So far, I think this revising thing is doing a good job in making this story better. I personally like it more this way. I hope you guys do too.