Note: I meant to finish this much, much sooner than I clearly did... I’M SO SORRY. Life is hard ;w;
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Word Count: 2080 words
A/N: I had a hard time coming up with a real reason for why Taichi would ban Hikari from seeing Takeru, considering how much he loves Takeru as well. So that was kinda flubbed, I think, and maybe a tad out of character. Otherwise, it should be okay...?
“But Taichi,” Hikari whined, “you and I both know he didn’t mean it.”
“I don’t care, Hikari. He went too far.” Taichi scrubbed his hand through his wild mane of hair, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “I know I’m an idiot, but being told that outright to my face by Takeru? That’s a low blow.”
Hikari sighed. It had been a prank, or least Takeru’s idea of one. Everyone else had laughed, but Taichi’s eyes had shone with hurt. As his sister, Hikari had been the first to notice this and the fact that he wasn’t laughing.
“I don’t want you hanging around him outside of school, Hikari,” Taichi muttered, and Hikari widened her eyes. “At least until he learns his lesson.”
“That’s not fair! You’re my brother, not my father!” she cried. The thought of not even getting to walk home with Takeru, her best friend, was unbearable. For more reasons than she would be able to explain. “What if he apologizes? Will that fix it?”
“It’s going to take more than that. I know you two are close, but the last thing I need is my sister hanging out with someone who thinks insults are funny.” Taichi turned to leave the room, stopping with his hand on the doorframe. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, and Hikari could tell by his voice that he was. “It’s just for now. Just give me some time.”
She didn’t reply as he left, and it wasn’t until she heard the front door of their apartment close that she sat down hard on her bed, wondering what in the name of the Digital World she was going to do now.
~ ~ ~
“Taichi said what?”
Yamato let out a heaving sigh. “You know how he is. It takes him forever to get over things.”
“I thought that was you.”
“And that mouth of yours is probably why he’s pissed.”
“It was a joke!”
“For someone so grown up, you sure are childish.”
Takeru groaned. “So I can’t hang out with my best friend until this all blows over?”
“That’s the gist of it.”
“This is awful.” Takeru lowered his head, rubbing a hand down his face. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“On the bright side, at least you’ll have some time to think. Maybe you’ll come up with some nicer pranks, or at least ones that don’t hurt the gogglehead’s feelings.”
“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Yamato.”
His brother nodded and left, leaving Takeru with his thoughts. He wasn’t sure he could handle time away from his best friend--unlike Taichi and Yamato, they didn’t exactly subsist on time away from each other. They were always better together, but now they couldn’t have that except in school. And it’s not like they had much time, then.
This was going to be rough.
~ ~ ~
“Hikari? What’s wrong?”
Blinking to clear the fog over her vision, Hikari glanced over at Miyako, who was leaning down to meet her eyes. Sora and Mimi, just ahead of them, were looking back at her in concern. “Oh, sorry. It’s nothing.”
Sora raised an eyebrow. “Hikari, you’re your brother’s sister, and that face doesn’t mean nothing.”
Mimi put her hands on her hips. “Come on, girl, tell us what’s up.”
“Only if we get some ice cream.”
The girls agreed and led Hikari to an ice cream shop, where they took over a corner table and leaned in close to hear what was on her mind. Hikari wanted to smile at this, because even though they were all in high school, they had never once given her the feeling that they’d left her behind and moved on.
“It’s just, ever since Taichi forbid me from seeing Takeru outside of school--”
“--which is completely bogus and stupid! Go on.”
“Thank you, Mimi. Anyway, I’ve just been, I don’t know, feeling weird. I can barely talk to him at school because of class and everything, and not seeing him just feels... wrong. It’s like I’m empty without him.”
A worm of doubt and embarrassment slithered through her at the smirks the three other girls exchanged. “Don’t just smirk at me! What’s going on?”
Sora’s smile was kind. “I think Mimi can explain it best.”
Flicking her hair over her shoulder, Mimi set her hands on her hips and declared, “Obviously, you’re in love with him!”
“What?” Hikari’s heart beat faster as if in confirmation. But there was no way that was true... right? “How can I be in love with him?”
“You want to spend more time with him, right? And you feel empty without him around? That’s a clear sign of missing him. But while I missed all of you while I was in New York--” and here Mimi threw her arms around Sora and Miyako and squeezed them both, “--I didn’t necessarily feel empty inside without you around me. I knew I could still call or email you, and there was the Digital World, too.”
Miyako nodded. “I bet you think about him even when you two are apart, and you see things on television you wanna tell him about next time you see him because they reminded you of him.”
“Well, yeah, but isn’t that the same with everyone else’s best friends?” Hikari gestured to Sora and Mimi. “Don’t you two talk constantly about your favorite dramas?”
“It’s not the same with Takeru, is it?” Miyako shook her head. “You want to talk to me about our favorite anime, but when you see something you know Takeru likes, you want to watch it so you can talk about it.”
Hikari wanted to protest, but she knew that they were right. It was different with Takeru--it always had been. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, it had always been a different feeling when she was with him. And lately, her heart had done somersaults whenever they talked, constricting when he smiled or when he was playing with Patamon.
With a sigh, she pinched her nose and said, “Oh my God, I’m in love with him.”
“Ladies, we have liftoff.” Mimi brushed her hands together as if they’d achieved something grand. “Now what are you gonna do about the Taichi thing?”
“I can punch him for you,” Miyako offered.
“No, it’s fine. I can figure this out. I think.” Hikari released a breath. “Now I guess I just need to tell him.”
“Don’t worry, it can’t possibly go wrong. Unless I’ve been wrong about you two this entire time.”
“Thanks, Mimi, that’s reassuring.”
“Anytime!”
~ ~ ~
“Taichi is being unreasonable,” Ken said, taking the bowl of candy away from Daisuke before he ate too much sugar. “I’m sure he was just lashing out because he was hurt.”
“He never reacts like this. Did I really go too far?” Takeru groaned and fell back onto the carpet, spreading his arms out on either side like he was going to make a carpet angel. But he knew doing so would only remind him of Hikari.
“I thought it was funny,” Iori said, raising his hand like they were in class. “Although it was a bit childish.”
“Yeah, it was.” Takeru grimaced. “And I’ve been feeling crappy about it ever since.”
“I wish there was a way we could help.” Ken furrowed his eyebrows, which Takeru recognized as his thinking face. There was a moment of silence among the boys before Ken spoke up again. “Is Taichi open to an apology?”
“I hope so. I really miss Hikari.”
Daisuke narrowed his eyes and leaned across the coffee table until he was in Takeru’s face. “You miss her, huh?” A smirk climbed up his face as he rested his chin on his fist. “Are you sure that’s it?”
“What are you talking about?” Takeru could barely understand Daisuke on a good day, and this was anything but.
Iori translated. “He’s asking if you’re sure you only miss her.” The younger boy raised an eyebrow. “I’m wondering the same thing. Is that all you’re feeling?”
Why was he being psychoanalyzed? “Of course that’s it! She’s my best friend! Everything’s so boring without her; I wish she was here to help translate Daisuke-speak.”
“So you wish you were with her more often,” Ken mused, slowly unwrapping a piece of candy.
“Um, yeah? Why are you all making a big deal about this?”
“You clearly like her, you dingus!” Daisuke finally shouted. “And I should know, I’m the expert on having a crush on Hikari!”
“You couldn’t even get her to hold your hand.”
“I thought we agreed never to speak of that, Iori.”
“Like her?” The realization hit Takeru like a brick. Of all their friends, he should have been the first to realize this; he’d always been good at picking up on signals about this type of stuff. But here he was, just as clueless as Daisuke used to be. How had he been so stupid? “God, you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right!” Daisuke puffed out his chest proudly. “Now, onto the task of wooing fair Hikari’s heart--I’m thinking white horse--”
“Why would we let Takeru ride a horse when he has Pegasmon?” Ken looked confused. “And wouldn’t it be better to shower her in flower petals and present her with an extravagant present.”
“I’ve heard that he needs to sing a song. I’m sure Yamato would back you up, Takeru,” Iori suggested.
Takeru needed to stop this. “Uh, thanks, guys, I’ll consider all your ideas, but I think I need to do this on my own.”
Daisuke shrugged. “Your funeral. Don’t come crying when your boring gesture doesn’t work.”
“I appreciate the confidence, Daisuke.”
“Anytime.”
~ ~ ~
“And that’s all the reasons why you’re not an idiot and I am for suggesting you are.” Takeru pressed his forehead into the floor, his knees aching from how long he’d been crouching. “I’m really, really sorry, Taichi--please don’t be mad anymore.”
The floor creaked, and he felt Taichi’s hand ruffling his hair. “I suppose I could forgive you. Really, I could never stay mad at you, Takeru.”
Takeru lifted his head and smiled at Taichi. “That’s great to hear.”
“Just watch it next time, okay? I know I’m an idiot, but it hurts when it comes from my little brother.” Taichi wrapped one arm around him and hugged the younger boy. “But thank you anyway for the apology. It means a lot.”
“I will. Thank you, Taichi.” Takeru sighed. A weight lifted off his shoulders. Now he could see Hikari again.
There was a sound of running, and Hikari suddenly appeared in the hallway, breathing heavily even though she couldn’t have run too far. “Did you make up? Taichi, have you stopped being stubborn?”
Taichi winked at Takeru and walked away. “Yeah, yeah, yell at me later. I know you want to talk to him.”
Hikari did just that, practically tackling Takeru in a hug. Even though Takeru was very much a hugger and had been used to this sort of thing from Mimi and Miyako, he’d never received such an enthusiastic hug from Hikari before. How long had it been, five years? Six? He laughed and hugged her back, his face aching from how wide his smile was. “I missed you, too, Hikari.”
“About that.” Hikari pulled away, a determined look on her face. “I’m just gonna say it, so please don’t hate me.” She took a deep breath before saying in a rush, “I think I’m in love with you.”
Takeru blinked. He had a feeling he’d heard her correctly, but still, he had to be sure... “You’re what?”
She said it just as fast as before. “I think I’m in love with you.”
“Come again?”
“I’m not saying it again, Takeru!”
He laughed again, but this time it was nervous. He could still see some of the spikes of Taichi’s brown hair around the corner, and he didn’t want to make the older boy mad again. But hell if he wasn’t going to take this chance and roll with it before Taichi did something to undermine it all. “I, uh, I think I’m in love with you, too, Hikari.”
“Say that again?”
“Absolutely not.” Takeru gave her one of his signature crooked grins. “I missed you like hell, Hikari.”
“I missed you, too.” She lightly flicked his forehead. “Never piss off my brother again, doofus.”
“If it means never seeing you? Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Hikari smiled and hugged him again, and Takeru wasn’t sure if he would ever be as happy as he was in this moment.
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