Category: Digimon

“The summer festival dance?” Hikari looked surprised, and honestly, Iori didn’t blame her. He didn’t normally go to dances – they really weren’t the sort of thing he enjoyed. To be perfectly honest, he was about half convinced that he was losing his mind. Or rather, what was left of it. “I told Daisuke I…

Takeru should’ve learned. He really should’ve. Miyako’s arrival at his house that morning and the bomb she’d dropped should taught him something. It was just a really, really bad day for answering the door. And knowing that, he should have slunk low on the couch and pretended he wasn’t home until whoever was pounding on…

“Do you realize,” Ken began, typically quiet but with a certain conviction behind the words, “how things will turn out if I agree to be Hikari’s date for the dance? It really can’t end well, no matter how you look at it.” Takeru sighed, and leaned against the doorframe leading into his friend’s apartment. “You…

“This,” Miyako stated flatly, one eyebrow twitching as if it were an indication of an imminent explosion, “is all Daisuke’s fault. As usual.” Hikari smiled, although with some trepidation. “Oh, really?” She carefully stowed away the book she’d been reading before Miyako’s unexpected visit to her room had interrupted. “How so?” Actually, she didn’t even…

“At least you two managed to hold off until after exams.” Hikari glanced around at the boxes scattered in Ken’s less than spacious living room. “From the way he was talking, I was half thinking he’d be pulling all his things up here the night you asked him.” “Yeah…” Ken looked distracted. “He would have,…

“Done!” Daisuke set his hands on his hips, grinning in triumph at the black and white photos he’d laid out in front of him. “I am so the master – just look at that.” Hikari moved to glance at his finished work. “Those look great, Daisuke,” she congratulated him. “So does this mean you’re getting…

“You guys can relax – I’m here.” Daisuke waved a generous hand and sat down at the small table in the campus cafeteria. It was ten-thirty in the morning, and the only reason he was awake was because of early-morning soccer practice. He dumped his soccer bag unceremoniously on the floor between his seat and…

“Hey, there’s a cat under the bleachers!” At the sound of his younger sister’s voice, Taichi looked up – and missed Daisuke’s maneuver around him with the soccer ball as his younger opponent made a run for the goal. “All right! Daisuke shoots – he scores!” The younger boy balled his hands into fists and…

“Miyako… Miyako…” That lovely voice. That perfect voice. “You must come. Miyako.” The girl standing at the center of the room raised her right hand. Clutched loosely in the trembling fingers was a long, narrow card. “I… I…” She hesitated, for a moment caught in indecision. “Come to me. Come and join me in the…

(Koushiro) “I can’t believe she took it.” I watched Taichi blankly for a moment, but my older friend was staring mournfully off into space and seemed in no mood to elaborate on this odd statement. A glance at Yamato yielded no positive results either; the blond just shrugged at me. So… after a moment of…