Story: What If Takeru attempted the NaNoWriMo?
Pairing: Hikeru, teensy bit of Yamachi.
Prompter: Pyjamas
Dedication: For all her hard work in, and dedication to, her own NaNoWriMo entry, this is for you, Pyjamas!
Warnings: OOC, AU
Yagami Hikari was a wickedly observant girl. She could, and often did, discern her friends' moods without prior knowledge, and from a great difference. She was fiercely loyal to her aforementioned friends, and would stop at nothing to attempt to lighten any foul moods that might befall her comrades.
She could tell something was wrong with Takaishi Takeru before she had even seen him. As she gracefully got out of bed in her family's apartment, she was struck by a sudden wave of worry and grief, and knew instantaneously that T.K. was not okay, no matter how he would surely plead the opposite.
At school, Kari couldn't help but feel concerned as Takeru walked into the classroom five minutes late, looking as if he hadn't had a good night sleep in days. When he realised that her gaze was focused intently on him, the blond plastered a smile onto his tired face.
She tried relentlessly to get him to confide in her, but her supplications fell on deaf ears, as he merely shook his head sleepily and tried to stay alert. Ever since Hikari had accepted her DigiDestined-ness, she had found that there was nothing that T.K. wouldn't tell her, so this came as a harsh surprise, naturally.
Running out of options, she found herself angrily pounding the front door of teenage musician Ishida Yamato, who took one look at her and shook his head. When she tried to talk, he interrupted her, seemingly uncaring that the 11-year-old girl was still standing in the early-morning pouring rain, shivering.
"He's not here. Go away."
Kari bit her lip, and silently stared into Matt's deep blue eyes, silently beseeching him to reveal what he knew, but the elder blond again shook his head. He tried to shut the front door, but was caught off-guard by her foot blocking its path. Her eyes locked with his, hers filled with anger and concern and his with fear.
"Ishida Yamato, if you don't tell me what the hell is wrong with your brother then, so help me God, I will tell everyone that I walked in on you 'sticking it' to my brother 'hard and fast' during the Summer Holidays…"
The musician's face flushed and he opened and shut his mouth several times, words unable to form. Eventually, he gathered the mental capacity to stop his mind repeating the way that Hikari had mimicked his own voice when he was pounding into her brother three months ago.
His voice dropped to a hiss, and his eyes narrowed. "You are a very evil person, Yagami Hikari, but you have a deal…"
That was how Kari found herself sat at the singer's computer, waiting for something to happen. To her right sat the famous (and fed-up) musician, staring at the tiny clock on the taskbar at the bottom of the screen.
"You know how 'Keru is, he's a stickler for punctuality…"
"…and yet he's been late for school since…" Hikari's retort was paused momentarily as she worked out the data, "…since the first of November!"
As the clock's pixels showed 2:30am, a small image of an envelope appeared on the screen, which Matt wordlessly clicked away. He turned to the intrigued brunette, unsurely.
"I'm betraying my brother's trust to do this…"
"If you ever want to screw my brother's ass again, you'll open that damn message…"
Sighing, Yamato opened the message, and Kari leant forwards to read it. Her eyes scanned over the text on the screen several times, her brow furrowing as she comprehended it.
New chapter from BlueEyedBlondHope,
Category: Romance
Title: The Road Less Taken
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: End of the Road
Genre: Drama/General
Rating: Fiction Rated: K
Summary: Being the youngest in a group of friends was difficult for T. Keru, until he met a girl his own age. ::Complete! Go Me! Met the Quota, too!::
Understanding etched on her face, she glanced at the now-grinning person to her side. She bit her lip as a wave of glee hit her, and she embraced the musician, who bemusedly accepted it.
"So he's writing a story?"
"Nope, he's written a story. It's the last day of November, and he managed it."
She furrowed her brow at that cryptic comment from her best friend's sibling, and bid him goodnight.
After a few days, Takeru was back to his old perky self. Hikari knew that all was well when she saw him put on his hat for the first time in a month, and she ecstatically wrapped her arms around him.
It came as a bombshell when her companion came up to her, a week later, looking uneasy. But concern quickly gave way to love as he handed her a wrapped present. She opened it as casually as she could, but her excitement got the better of her soon enough. Kari stopped dead when she held the book in her hand, the words on the cover shining in the sunlight.
"The Road Less Taken, by Takeru Takaishi?"
He blushed and encouraged her to open the hand-bound, home-made volume, which she quickly did. The brunette read the words on the first page, before wiping a tear from her eyes. She pulled the blond into a passionate kiss, relating all her untold feelings for him through the bodily contact.
Even now, fifteen years later, Takaishi Hikari still has that book. It's worth more to her than the millions of dollars that her husband had earned from his other books. She couldn't - wouldn't - ever part from the lovingly made manuscript, because those words on that first page mean more to her than anything else in the world. Other than her family, of course…
For Hikari, my guiding light in a darkening world, this story is for you. I hope it conveys everything I've ever felt about you, and I hope you feel the same way. I love you, Kari, always…
T.K.
Aww! I was unsure of where this story should go, and from whose side the story should follow. But I'm proud of the way this turned out, and I hope everyone agrees with me…
Small Note: At Time of Writing, there is no fictionpress or fanfiction account named "BlueEyedBlondHope". If anyone in the future takes that name, I apologise, but understand this: I will not change this story's content for any reason.
Smaller Note: I'm thinking of writing a story, not for next year's NaNo, on FictionPress. At present, I would like it to be called The Road Less Taken
Joey xx