Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Reflection ❯ Reflection ( Chapter 1 )

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Disclaimer:  I don’t own Digimon or its characters.  I only own the plot.  I don’t

know if Japanese high schools have Homecoming dances or not, but just for GP

that’s what I am using.

It was the senior prom for the 2nd Chosen Children generation. Daisuke, Miyako,

Ken, and even Iori, who was in his third year of high school, were there, as were

the older generation of Chosen Children, to include Takeru and Hikari.  Takeru, who

was the star player of the basketball team, and Hikari, who was one of, if not THE

most popular girl in school, were crowned King and Queen of Odaiba High School’s

Prom, and as such shared the first dance.  Everyone else formed a wide circle

around them to watch as they slowly glided around the floor to a slow song about

love and happiness, and all were captivated by how simply ravenous they both

looked together; Hikari in her red silk sleeveless ball gown with matching red gloves

and a large pink rose pinned on the left side, complete with a clip in her hair in the

shape of her Light crest, and Takeru in a black tuxedo, yellow sash, yellow bow tie,

a lapel in the shape of the Crest of Hope, and for once didn’t have that silly hat on

his head.  

The older and younger generation were all smiles…well, except for Daisuke, who

stood in the back behind the food table, somewhat in the shadows where no one

would notice him.  He didn’t want to be noticed; he didn’t want to be there at all,

for he knew who and what would be there, and he wanted no part of it, but his

parents made him go, telling him he needed to be around his friends.  Some

friends, he had thought to himself.  None of them took his affection for the Child of

Light seriously, and chided him for acting childish around her.  Though, he could

hardly fault them; deep down, he’d known this would happen, but he tried to

pursue her anyway.  Now, as he stood in the back watching the couple on the

dance floor, he couldn’t help but notice that all of his friends, save for Jyou Kido,

who wasn’t able to attend, had a date on their arm, to include Iori getting with

some transfer student from Mexico named Rosa.  Ken and Miyako were all smiles

clinging to each other; Taichi was beaming with pride at his little sister as Sora held

onto his arm, her smile just as radiant; Yamato had a wicked grin on his face as he

watched his little brother dance while his date, some blue haired, buxom chick

from the Philippines he met while on tour there, looked at him sardonically;

Koushiro and Mimi were also there, holding each other’s hands and watching the

scene with smiles on their faces.

Daisuke sighed.  Here he is, the top player on the soccer team (of his school,

anyway), nice physique as he started taking up martial arts along with his soccer

playing, and he couldn’t even get a date for the prom, least of all the one girl that

was worth his time and trouble!  It was amazing to think that, for all of his trouble

going about the Digital World, he and V-mon fighting tooth and nail to overcome

all odds, helping save the world from BelialVamdemon, and never giving up when

all seemed lost, the one thing he could never accomplish was to get the girl he

loved most to look at him the way she was looking at Takeru right now, and

seemingly no one remembered what he did to get them through it all.  As he

watched them dance—and it seemed that the gap left between the bodies in front

of him was left open on purpose for him to get a clear view of them and twist the

knife in his heart further—he began to reflect on what led up to this moment, what

could have been, and what is to come.

Daisuke’s POV

I don’t want to be here.  I knew this would happen.  I should have known long

before that it would lead up to this, but I was too foolish to see it, thinking I could

be with you.  You, Hikari, the main reason why I kept going, kept fighting.  It may

have seemed that my crush on you had left; in a sense, that is correct, because now

I’ve been in love with you for a while now, so much that it hurts to see you in his

arms.  Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate Takeru.  I hate myself.  I hate myself for

not being strong enough for you.  I hate myself for letting you slip away from me.  I

hate myself…because I was too silly to think that I could ever be your one and only,

knowing that I never had a chance to begin with.  Everyone but me could see it, with

this whole “destined to be together” garbage, all because both of your digimon could

turn into angels.  Even in your armor evolutions, you two were paired together.  And

here I was, thinking that I could change it, that this whole “destiny” thing was just a

bunch of hogwash, but little did I know that I was the one being played.

That fateful day you told me that you and Takeru started dating, I was shocked.  I

had started to believe you and I were making headway towards a relationship,

seeing as how we were hanging out a lot, and we sat next to each other multiple

times when we were out with everyone.  You even gave me a present for my

birthday last year (everyone did, but yours was special to me), which I still haven’t

opened because it reminds me of that day, and I don’t ever want to forget that.

I wanted to scream.  I wanted to cry.  I wanted to just crawl away somewhere and

hide in a hole of despair.  I wanted to do a lot of things at that point, but the only

sane thing I could do was look you in the eye, put on a fake smile, and say

“congratulations”.  You didn’t see the pain in my eyes.  You didn’t hear my heart

beating fast, ready to explode.  I wish you didn’t give me that quick friend-zone

hug, because that tore whatever resolve or hope I had left.  And as I watched you

skip happily away from me and out of my life, I was also watching my whole world

slip from under me, plunging me into darkness.  For all my being the bearer of the

Crest of Miracles, the one miracle I could not achieve was to be with you.

And now here I am, watching you in all of your radiance and glory, looking as

beautiful as ever, with your head on his shoulder as you two dance, your smile

lighting up even this dark corner I am in, and I can’t help but wish that was my

shoulder you were leaning on, but also knowing that it can never be me.  The tears

slowly running down my face do not reflect the happy tears of everyone else

watching you and Takeru, but of the bitter hatred I have for myself for not being the

one you would smile at, for not being able to tell you how much I love you and what

you mean to me.  And as you moved your head back to gaze lovingly in his eyes, I

knew that it was over for me.  And when you kissed…I closed my eyes in bitterness

and shame.  I couldn’t bear to look at what will never be.  Lucky for me, no one

noticed me dying inside.  Over the ragged cheers and clapping, nobody heard the

shattering of my empty heart as it fell to the floor.  And no one will notice as I give a

final toast to you, to fate, to “destiny”.

I take my leave of you now, my love, for my somnolence is bound to corrupt the

euphoria of the crowd, and stain the beauty that is you.  The last thing I need to

see is your face slipping into worry over me for looking so dejected, so defeated.  It

would hurt me even more for you to wonder why I am hurting, and not knowing

that all this time you were the cause of it.  I want you to be happy.  I want you to

smile always, and be the light that brightens up every corner of the world.  Your

light is why I love you; it’s why I want for you to be happy, even if it’s not me giving

you that happiness.  If your happiness is found in Takeru, then I am content.  As

long as you continue to smile, it is enough for me.  My love for you will never waver,

never fade; I will continue to love you no matter where you go, what you may do.  It

is said that there are plenty of fish in the sea, and that may be true, but none of

them are as rare a catch as you.  I don’t know if I can ever love another woman the

same way I love you.  If I ever do fall in love again, I’ll be sure that the lady is just

like you.

I bid you farewell and long life, my fair maiden.  You have found your happiness, and

I pray it lasts for a very long time.  As I step out into the warm night air and look to

the stars, I take a deep breath to steady myself.  All I can do now is reflect on what

was, what is, and what could have been.  Maybe…maybe if I was a different person, I

may have had a chance.  Maybe, but…

I love you, Hikari, no matter what.  That’s why I have to let you go.  As much as it

hurts me to do so, this has to be done.  Wherever life takes you, always remember

that my love for you will always be there if you need it.  Goodbye, my love.  My

Angel of Light.

As Daisuke walked towards his car, he failed to notice the black haired, brown eyed

girl in the royal blue evening dress watching him from the doorway.  She had

followed him as he left the gym where the prom was being held, as it was her

intent to ask him to dance.  She knew the history between him and Hikari, and was

angry at the girl for breaking his heart, as she was madly in love with Daisuke but

was too shy to tell him, and he was still pining over the brown haired wench.  She

hoped that now was her opportunity to move in on him, but as she watched him

from the doorway, she could feel how hurt and broken he was.  She wanted to just

run up to him, wrap her arms around him and tell him that everything will be okay,

and that she was there for him, but she couldn’t.  As she stood in the doorway,

watching through tear-filled eyes as he drove away, she resolved in herself that

when he was ready to open up again, she would be the one to fill the void in his

heart, and show him how it really feels to be loved.  And soon, he’ll forget all about

Hikari Yagami.

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This is a one-shot I decided to do, just to see how it looked.  I may or may not turn

this into a story of sorts, depending on how it goes.  Let me know what you think

about this, and if you think I should make this into a story. See ya!