Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Colours ❯ White ( Chapter 7 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

By: pout

007 - White

Daisuke could safely say that if there was one thing he adored, it had to be the snow.

Not just for what it was, (although snowball fights and snowmen were always fun) but also for what it represented. A substance so cold, yet so full of purity, so full of innocence and light, well, that's what his English Lit. teacher said. But it was more than that to Daisuke, because it reminded him of that snowy morning not too long ago.

That snowy morning that found him and Takeru wandering home across the white, frost covered streets. Slowly walking closer and closer to each other to try and contain some of that rare warmth.

That same morning when Takeru had looked down at him, his hair a snowy white, and kissed him gently. Daisuke had taken the boys waist in his arms, and held him, not giving him a chance to escape.

And for once, the people walking past didn't matter so much, the only people that mattered were the two of them. Standing on the curb of Odaiba, in evening traffic, surrounded by the white, icy flakes falling from the sky.

Daisuke could safely say that if there was one thing he adored, it had to be snow. Why? Jun had asked, when he had told her.

He had grinned deviously in response and told her that, quite frankly, the image of Takeru, all in white was something that he liked.

Jun had rolled her eyes, and stated bluntly, voice full of sarcasm, that the boy must've looked a perfect bride.

And Daisuke couldn't help but smirk, he didn't mind the sound of that.

Takeru, his white bride.