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  <title>Shine Softly in the Darkness...</title>
  <subtitle>the Reflection in My Memories</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Hikari Yagami</name>
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  <updated>2007-11-04T04:57:55Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:20592</id>
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    <title>Time to take action</title>
    <published>2007-11-04T04:57:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-04T04:57:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As great as it's been here in Mexico, it's also been awfully quiet around.&amp;nbsp; There are people waiting for us at home and we can't return to them without helping Rosa first.&amp;nbsp; But we also cannot stay in Mexico forever waiting for it to show up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Onii-chan and I have been thinking...and have decided to go and&amp;nbsp;search out the Coatlymon.&amp;nbsp; Anyone else in?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:20302</id>
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    <title>[Private]</title>
    <published>2007-10-19T07:20:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-19T07:20:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Being in Mexico and meeting Rosa and her family has been great and all, but still no sign of this Coatylmon yet... I'd like to think that it just decided to leave and the threat is over...but nothing really turns out that nicely, does it?&amp;nbsp; And besides, I can't shake this uneasy feeling I've been having.&amp;nbsp; Tailmon and Onii-chan kind of know about it too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a weird dream, but I haven't told anyone because, you know, it's just a dream right?&amp;nbsp; No need to think too much on it, right?&amp;nbsp; I was just surrounded with mist and saw a huge shiny creature fly by... and woke up covered in water droplets...&amp;nbsp;it must have been my own sweat...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nothing to worry about, right?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:20130</id>
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    <title>We're here!</title>
    <published>2007-10-02T09:40:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-02T09:40:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Greetings from Mexico!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(I'm on Onii-chan's laptop right now.. ^_^ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have arrived safe and sound!&amp;nbsp; It's soo hot here, I *almost* miss Japan's humidity...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's so short, but that was a long flight...jetlag.... -_-;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:19796</id>
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    <title>I hope we hurry...</title>
    <published>2007-09-14T09:35:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-14T09:37:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This afternoon I double-checked my bag that I'm bringing to Mexico...basically just a few changes of clothes and my D3 (Onii-chan &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; say to pack &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; the essentials)... and I had to pause for a second.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've sworn I heard it... a cry, of some sort...or &lt;em&gt;cries,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;actually... of anger, of pain, I couldn't tell.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so faint.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood out on the balcony and listened carefully.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't coming from anywhere nearby...&lt;br /&gt;I listened even more closely....it was not even from Odaiba.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Was it...the Digimon that are passing into the real world again...?&amp;nbsp; Or worse, the people they are hurting...?&amp;nbsp;What was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I'm starting to worry.&amp;nbsp; I hope we can get to Mexico as soon as possible.....&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:19641</id>
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    <title>See you, Odaiba...</title>
    <published>2007-09-01T09:25:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-01T09:25:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Because it looks like at the moment, our help is needed elsewhere.&amp;nbsp; Rosa, you are absolutely right -- we Chosen Children are a team, no matter where we live in the world.&amp;nbsp; Don't you worry, help is on the way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only question is: where can we stay in the meantime?&amp;nbsp; We don't have any relatives or anything in Mexico, so if you can point us in the direction of any place to lodge, that would be wonderful, Rosa.&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:19253</id>
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    <title>Daisuke &amp; Hikari phone log 2</title>
    <published>2007-08-08T08:47:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-08T08:49:39Z</updated>
    <category term="motomiya daisuke"/>
    <lj:music>Spitz - Yuuwake</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="After not speaking in a while, Daisuke calls Hikari..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke hid under the covers, wrapping himself tightly. &lt;em&gt;Stupid. Damnit Damnit. Ok what to do...Call &lt;br /&gt;back? She'll be mad...Don't call back. Oh man that means I don't care&lt;/em&gt;. The youth sniffled, looking &lt;br /&gt;at his phone with fogged up goggles. He sighed, reaching for it slowly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari fingered through a stack of CDs. &lt;em&gt;"Kairi"?&lt;/em&gt; That name didn't sound familiar... Daisuke had &lt;br /&gt;never called her anything but "Hikari-chan" ever since they met, so...maybe he had mixed her up with &lt;br /&gt;some other girl? She eyed her cell phone laying on her desk. Still no call. Maybe he called the &lt;br /&gt;right number this time...?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke frowned as he dials the number, placing the receiver to his ear. He listened to the ringing, &lt;br /&gt;looking over to the TV. &lt;em&gt;Hikari. Hikari-chan&lt;/em&gt;...This time correctly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden vibration and familiar chime startled Hikari. What timing! She flipped open the phone &lt;br /&gt;and put it to her ear. "Hello?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke clenched his fist. This was his moment. He would recover this and get the girl. "Ah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daisuke-chan&lt;/em&gt;!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a pause as the wind of failure blew by. Daisuke's jaw dropped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari stood silent. The corner of her mouth trembled. " 'Dai...suke....chan...??' " she stammered, &lt;br /&gt;giggles sputtering out of her mouth inbetween.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke was silent for a moment. &lt;em&gt;Smooth move, Daisuke&lt;/em&gt;. "AH! Hikari-chan! I'm sorry!! Earlier! I was &lt;br /&gt;saying a name from some girl in a video game when I was asking you out....I mean it's not like I &lt;br /&gt;thought she was you! It's just I didn't get much sleep which isn't much of an excuse. I mean maybe &lt;br /&gt;it is? I'm just tired! But I made a mistake! I'm sorry! So sorry! I mean do you still want to go &lt;br /&gt;out somewhere soon....because if you don't I understand. I wouldn't like it if someone called me &lt;br /&gt;Rushimon or something. I mean what kind of outdated name is that anyways? But anyway if you don't I &lt;br /&gt;understand!...Hopefully you do?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa, whoa, whoa...calm down, Daisuke-kun! Breathe!" she told him, following her own advice while &lt;br /&gt;clutching her stomach from laughter. "It's okay! You called me the wrong name, it's not the end of &lt;br /&gt;the world. And of course I still want to hang out! I haven't seen you in so long! Not since way &lt;br /&gt;before you got sick. How are you anyways? You were asking for someone to come see you, and I &lt;br /&gt;wanted to, but I wasn't able to get a hold of you after that...." Hikari realized she was rambling &lt;br /&gt;now too. She cleared her throat and allowed Daisuke to answer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke laughed nerviously. "Yeah. I guess its been awhile hasn't it? Yeah i would've loved for you &lt;br /&gt;to visit too but I don't think you would've liked what you saw. Not the charming Daisuke you know &lt;br /&gt;and love, you know?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure I do... maybe you're referring to this 'Daisuke-chaaa~n'!" she teased.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke blushed and glared at the receiver. "Hey! I didn't mean to say that either! Give a guy a &lt;br /&gt;break, Hikari-cha~n!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari smiled. "There you go. &lt;em&gt;That &lt;/em&gt;might be the Daisuke I know and..." she stopped, pursed &lt;br /&gt;her lips and said playfully, "...like more than other people."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke froze and blushed, poking his fingers together. "Don't tease me! You're going to get me all &lt;br /&gt;excited, Hikari-cha~~n" He coughed lightly to clear his throat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed. "Well, don't go getting the wrong idea or anything either. We've been friends for a &lt;br /&gt;long time haven't we? It's only natural that I'd like you and the other chosens more than other &lt;br /&gt;people," she said. After all these years she had always tried to be careful not to lead him on, but &lt;br /&gt;it always seemed to happen no matter what kind of seemingly ordinary thing she said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke's ego deflated before it had a chance to really live. He slumped back against his bed with a &lt;br /&gt;pout. "Yes'm." All these years and always smacked down. He should've learned by now, huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She giggled. "Oh don't sound like that. How about if I spent the whole day with you sometime this &lt;br /&gt;week, hm? Just you and me."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke almost choked. "Y, you mean it?!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Score! Mega Score! GOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari answered, "Yup. It's been a pretty long time. We even missed shopping for your friend Rikki's birthday present and you winning me something at the arcade since you got sick. So I think it's about time to make up for it. So will you stop pouting?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke sideway glanced towards the phone, giving his best suave voice. "But of course, Hikari-chan. &lt;br /&gt;You're the cure to my illness. Ha. Ha." Daisuke falls backwards onto the bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari laughed and answered, "Start saying stuff like that and I'll think you're ill again." She &lt;br /&gt;sat on her soft white sheets and kicked her legs against the bed railing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke laughed and stared at the ceiling. "Alright! Alright! I'll lay off the cheesey lines. I've had alot of time to watch old movies and stuff so I guess they kinda stuck?" He had to watch when soccer games ended otherwise he'd go crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agreed," Hikari nodded, falling sideways into her bed. "So when do you wanna hang out? Have &lt;br /&gt;anything in mind?" She asked, yawning a bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as possible!!" Daisuke blurted out!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I mean...Whenever is good for you. I'm not picky."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile crossed Hikari's lips and she closed her eyes. &lt;em&gt;This Daisuke-kun&lt;/em&gt;... "Well, as good as soon -as-possible would be, I don't think Onii-chan would approve AT ALL... So how about we wait until tomorrow if that's okay with you?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke laughed nerviously into the receiver, playing with the imaginary cord on his cell phone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Right right. I don't think anything is open anyway. Yeah tommorow is good for me! I mean if it is good for you!..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari smiled even more. He almost rivaled Jou-sempai in the goofy department. "I wouldn't have asked if tomorrow's good for you if it wasn't good for me..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke laughed. "Exactly! Just testing you!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nnn, sure thing, Daisuke-kun," Hikari nodded. "And have anywhere in particular in mind to go?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daisuke gulped. "How about that place...You know! the one you like!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Smooth there, Daisuke. Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hikari grinned. "So in other words, you have no idea where you wanna go." She giggled, "Okay, well &lt;br /&gt;I guess we can just meet up tomorrow and see what happens. Where do you wanna meet up?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke frowned. "Sorry....Errr" He thought about it. "How about....I pick you up from your place and we go from there? I mean no sense in letting you walk alone."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds good!" Hikari beamed. "Okay well I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke grinned at the receiver.&amp;nbsp; "See ya then! I'm looking forward to it!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Un. Good night, Daisuke-kun..." she murmured through her sleepiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Right! Night Hikari-chan! Sweet dreams!" Daisuke said as he waited a moment before hanging up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;You did it, Daisuke...YOU DID IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy 8 years!</title>
    <published>2007-08-02T02:05:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-02T02:05:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To the Japanese chosen children and partner Digimon -- Happy 8-Year Anniversary!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I wasn't at summer camp with you guys when the adventure all started, I'll still never forget that day Onii-chan and Koromon suddenly came home and all those evil Digimon started showing up around Odaiba.&amp;nbsp; I could tell immediately that even though at the time&amp;nbsp;I thought it had only been a day since Onii-chan left home, he had definitely changed.&amp;nbsp; And when he returned to the Digital World was when I finally felt some of the weight of the responsibility of a Chosen Child...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aside from hard times like that, we've also had so many good times and made&amp;nbsp;new friends&amp;nbsp;since then -- 8 years worth of it!&amp;nbsp; Can't wait for the annual Anniversary get-together!&amp;nbsp; See you guys in a bit~!</content>
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    <title>6 days...!</title>
    <published>2007-07-27T06:44:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-27T06:44:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Can you believe that in 6 days...it will have already been 8 years since this all began?&amp;nbsp; Since we all met...?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day that will always be marked on&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;calendar...and in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Back from France!  Souvenirs, anyone?</title>
    <published>2007-07-14T08:44:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-14T08:48:09Z</updated>
    <category term="tailmon"/>
    <category term="france"/>
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    <lj:music>Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So how has everyone been?&amp;nbsp; I finally adjusted from France to Japan time.&amp;nbsp; Ah, being in France with Mimi-san, her folks, &amp;nbsp;and Tailmon was really fun!&amp;nbsp; The sights, the food, the people... it was all so different and interesting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thank you so much for bringing me and Tailmon along, Mimi-san!&amp;nbsp; It was such a good experience and I feel we've gotten closer from this trip.&amp;nbsp; =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I picked up some souvenirs for you guys so if you want 'em, let me know when you wanna get together so I can give it to you personally!&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OOC:&amp;nbsp; *ahem*, Sorry about my absence.&amp;nbsp; It was just one thing after another... a weekend in San Fransisco, followed by July 4th, then a week in Vegas, and then a midterm... I'm not dead, really ^^ )</content>
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    <title>LOG:  Shopping for Sugar!</title>
    <published>2007-06-27T05:16:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-27T05:16:54Z</updated>
    <category term="ichijouji ken"/>
    <category term="takaishi takeru"/>
    <category term="izumi koushirou"/>
    <category term="inoue miyako"/>
    <category term="tachikawa mimi"/>
    <category term="gennai"/>
    <category term="ishida yamato"/>
    <category term="takenouchi sora"/>
    <category term="tailmon"/>
    <category term="yagami taichi"/>
    <category term="yagami hikari"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Who:&lt;/strong&gt; Mimi and Hikari &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What:&lt;/strong&gt; Mimi and Hikari go to the confectioners, which leads to some girl-talk and bonding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where:&lt;/strong&gt; A confectioners shop in France &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="A Talk of Sweets and Sweethearts!"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Darn it all, why did all the fashionable purses have to be so &lt;i&gt;small?&lt;/i&gt; Mimi tucked the confectionary-art book she had bought in Japan under her shoulder, trying to keep it from sliding between her ribs and her tiny, yet chic little hot pink Coach purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She twirled a strand of matching pink hair around her finger and pulled it in front of her shoulder, using the reflection in the hotel room's salon mirror as confirmation that her hip dye job peeked out from beneath her normal tea-colored tresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hikari-chan! I'm ready!" Mimi called into the bedroom. Her parents had gone out to a wine-tasting venture in a cottage near the outskirts of Paris, leaving a nice, wide window for Mimi to get the supplies needed for their upcoming trip to the Digital World. She checked her reflection again in the mirror, and listened for any movement from the Yagami girl's direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"Just about done!" Hikari called back to Mimi, a little quieter as to not awaken their little stowaway on the bed. She grabbed her tiny white hairclip off the nightstand and without needing a mirror, flawlessly slipped it into her hair the same way she has for the past few years. Plotmon was still fast asleep on the bed and, not wanting to wake her, Hikari left a blanket around the little fur ball as well as some snacks in case she woke up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She headed towards Mimi, hopping on one foot as she slipped her white shoe on the other. "Okay, sorry to keep you waiting. I'm ready! So where are we headed off to, Mimi-san?" she asked, tapping her toe on the floor to set the shoe in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi made a dramatic gesture, as she did with all things shedeemed worthy of hertime.“To the confectioners!” She pointed to the doorway.“Beyond that passage exist some of the world's greatest masters of the culinary arts!”An excited gleam flashed in her sharp hazel eyes, “And we owe it to ourselves-and the Digital World!-to uncover their secrets!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi put a firm hand on Hikari's shoulder, and looked her square in the eye.“The two of us, Hikari-chan. We're on a mission!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;? &amp;nbsp;Hikari blinked wide-eyed at Mimi, taken aback by her rather&lt;br /&gt;theatrical description of their day's activity. &amp;nbsp;Whatever it was, it&lt;br /&gt;sounded exciting. &amp;nbsp;"That sounds great!" Hikari nodded. &amp;nbsp;"Honestly I've&lt;br /&gt;never been to a confectioners before, so this'll be new for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi clasped her hands together and swooned.“You will just DIE when you see some of these things! They're so beautiful, it'd break your heart to eat them!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a split second, Mimi snapped out of her reverie and before Hikari could blink, they were out the door and in the elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari blinked and found herself in the elevator. &amp;nbsp;She stood dumbfounded at Mimi's energy and superhuman speed when it came to things like this. &amp;nbsp;As the elevator lowered to the lobby, Hikari asked Mimi, "Do you know how to get there? &amp;nbsp;Have you been here before, Mimi-san?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi stared ahead at the elevator door, a sweatdrop appearing. Her lips trembled to an embarassed smile, and she cutely piped to Hikari:“I sure don't!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari's eyes beaded and her mouth shrunk to a tiny nervous grin. "Eh--?! &amp;nbsp;W-what if we get lost or something?" she stammered, suddenly remembering Taichi's daunting LJ post when he found out she had gone to France without telling him. &amp;nbsp;The elevator door came to a stop with a tiny *ding* and the doors slid apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“Nothing to worry about! There are confectioners everywhere in France!” Mimi lead Hikari out.“We just keep walking until we find one!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari followed Mimi out, feeling more relieved. &amp;nbsp;Maybe she was just feeling paranoid not knowing much about France or how to speak any French, for that matter. &amp;nbsp;"Alright, sounds good!" &amp;nbsp;she replied as they crossed the lobby floor. &amp;nbsp;"Just curious...do you know how to speak French, Mimi-san?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi snorted a laugh. "I know enough for us to get by--and besides, I speak English fluently! The universal language!" She lowered her voice to a mutter. "Of course we may get dirty looks from some of the snootier French, but we're cute, so we can totally get away with it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: auto 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari giggled. "Well, that's good! The English thing, I mean -- not the dirty looks. Wouldn't want that," she said, glancing around at the French people walking down the street just to make sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: auto 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi hummed merrily to herself, and linked her arm with Hikari's in an affectionate, but slightly protective fashion. She took in their surroundings, passing glances at various windows and observing the fashion of the locals...that is, when she could spot one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man, this place is full of tourists." Mimi groaned quietly. "It's hard to get a feel for France when all you keep seeing are other Asians and Americans..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: auto 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"Hm, yeah. Well, the scenery is still really, um, French..." Hikari replied, pulling Mimi closer to her to avoid bumping shoulders with an American man who was checking Mimi out up and down. "You're right, you'd think there'd be more French people..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: auto 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi, as expected, was oblivious to anything other than what pertained to her own agenda. She tugged Hikari closer, and pointed ahead. "Look over there! We have our first hit!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the not-too-far distance was a gleaming, gold-trimmed shoppe with cakes of various colors and shapes spinning slowly on a carousel in the window. Dragging Hikari behind her, Mimi skipped a few steps and cantered over to the display, watching with wonderous eyes like a child who had just beheld her first post-Santa Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at those..." Mimi breathed in awe. Her eyes traveled higher, to a towering wedding cake, adorned with glittering roses in warm oranges, pinks, reds, and purples. "Wow..." A dreamy haze clouded over the girl's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: auto 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Steadying herself from Mimi's pulling, Hikari looked at the window and her mouth dropped. Never before has she seen such a magnificent display of cakes! "It's lovely," Hikari gasped, but Mimi didn't seem to notice. She followed Mimi's gaze upwards at the humongous wedding cake. 1, 2, 3,4 ......an 8-tier wedding cake! It was so gorgeous that Hikari couldn't help but gawk at it too. "That's amazing. Maybe you can order one of these on your wedding day, Mimi-san," she said, tugging Mimi's arm playfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi grinned wickedly and elbowed Hikari back. "You'll probably beat me, so why don't be put in an order for you? You have the line of admirers after all, not me!" She unlinked her arm, and with an exaggerated gesture, started to march in. "Right! I'll go put in your pre-order! It should be ready by the time you make up your mind which one you want! And we can get interchangeable heads!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari's face quickly burst into a blush. "M-Mimi-san--!!" she stuttered, following after Mimi inside. "What are you talking about? Y-you're joking..." she laughed nervously, sweat beading at her temples. Clearing her throat, she added, "Better yet, how about we pre-order one for you? I mean, I don't even have a boyfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"Nope! I'm single and loving it, thank-a-you-very-much!" Mimi piped before walking in. A tiny bell rang and got the attention of a very old, but very polished man behind a chilled glass case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi sucked in a deep breath, and attempted a greeting. Her cheeks started to burn as she listened to herself. It might have sounded fine to everyone else, but to her, the sensation of the foreign words caused her jaw to lock and her tongue to revolt against her. --this was &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; different from English!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man gave a proud smile, and pleasantly gestured towards a distant corner in the shoppe, where shelves upon shelves of supplies formed a border between the art and the tools of the trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;This was news to Hikari, now starting to wonder exactly how long it had been since she's hung out with Mimi. &amp;nbsp;She decided not to go too into it, seeing as she was not even sure of how long ago the break-up had occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After attempting to mumble to the shoppe owner the strange French greeting Mimi had just called out, Hikari smiled at her, "Well, I guess that makes two of us then! &amp;nbsp;You get an interchangeable head for your groom too." &amp;nbsp;She peered into the frosty glass case before the man, marveling at all of the different colors of cakes and delicate designs... there were so many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi giggled.“Right! But no blondes, right?!” She started strolling the aisle, “Just tall, dark, and handsome for us, right?” Mimi gave Hikari a baited smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari smiled and nodded. &amp;nbsp;"Right!" &amp;nbsp;She felt a kind of bond with Mimi, knowing now that they both were no longer with the blonde brothers. &amp;nbsp;Yes, they would be moving on together. &amp;nbsp;Eyeing a moist chocolate cake adorned with plump red strawberries, Hikari asked, "So, any idea yet who might be your 'tall, dark, and handsome'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“Nope!” Mimi chirped.“And that's the best part! The world is my oyster! And no one cares!” She pulled her hair into a twist and pinned it.“It's not like you where you have a gaggle of guys swearing to throw themselves in front of a bullet train to prove their devotion.” Mimi teased.“Though indulge me! Have a favorite?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari was giggling in embarassment until the last question. &amp;nbsp;"Heeh~?&amp;nbsp;Um, well," she straightened herself away from the glass cake display and touched the fingertips of both her hands against each other.&amp;nbsp;"T-they're all important friends to me, of course... &amp;nbsp;Although... I admit... there are different qualities they each have...that I..."&amp;nbsp;She trailed off. &amp;nbsp;She couldn't quite word it without feeling like she would be betraying one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi grinned widely, and leaned forward.“So you like &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of them?! Lucky girl!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"N--! N, n, no! &amp;nbsp;Not in that way!" &amp;nbsp;Hikari waved her hands frantically in front of her. &amp;nbsp;She hadn't meant to sound fickle. &amp;nbsp;She looked around the store. &amp;nbsp;Good, no one else was in there to hear and the old man had gone to the back room to get something. &amp;nbsp;She coughed a little and said quietly, "I mean they're all nice guys with good qualities that I&lt;br /&gt;like...but I'm not sure if I actually--" she glanced around once more,&amp;nbsp;"-- &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; one of them yet..." &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Should I tell her about Ken-kun...&lt;/i&gt;she wondered. &amp;nbsp;...&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;-- &amp;nbsp;A familiar wide smile unexpectedly flashed into her mind for an instant, which she quickly shook off, surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“Ah! I saw that!” Mimi jumped and pointed.“I know that look!” She got a sneaky look on her face and narrowed her eyes into a squint.“I wouldn't let your brother see that. He'd be out for blood.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi grinned.“Whatcha thiiiiinking, Hikari-chaaaan!”&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari gulped. &amp;nbsp;Caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, just...please don't tell anyone, especially not Onii-chan," she asked, trying not to imagine the kinds of damage Taichi was capable of inflicting. &amp;nbsp;"...I don't have a favorite or anything, but well...Ken-kun and I have gotten a little closer lately and, well, I'm just kind of confused about it. &amp;nbsp;I mean, it only started happening a little after I broke up with Takeru-kun and he with Miyako-san...so..." She furrowed her brow, feeling guilty for implying&lt;br /&gt;such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi felt an ill churning in her stomach. “Ken-kun? That's...” Mimi's thoughts immediately went to Miyako. Was this what happened to her last year with Koushirou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course I'll keep quiet!” Mimi rushed to end the awkward silence.“S'not like I talk to your brother anyway...” She could only hope it would pass, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"Thanks Mimi-san," said Hikari as she continued, "So, that's how it is. &amp;nbsp;I'm not quite sure what's going on between us. &amp;nbsp;We've gotten so close, but still...there's times where I'm...almost certain he is still thinking of her, even though it's been so long." &amp;nbsp;She stopped talking, afraid she said a little more than she should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“Mmm...would you be okay with that? I mean, possibly having to share the space in someone's heart...” Mimi looked at a cake glazed lavender, and admired the giant butterfly that spread its crystal-like sugar wings over the top. “I'm selfish like that. I want to be their most important.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"'Their most important'..." &amp;nbsp;Hikari repeated softly as she too looked at the lovely lavender cake Mimi was gazing at. &amp;nbsp;She tilted her head and gave a small smile, "I think, maybe...I'm a little selfish too then." &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;But, is there someone like that for me...&lt;/i&gt;she wondered, placing her fingertips against the cool glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“Every girl deserves to be the most important!” Mimi declared with great authority.“It isn't impossible! Just ask your brother!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari grinned. &amp;nbsp;"You're right! &amp;nbsp;But Onii-chan isn't the kind of guy you run into everyday. &amp;nbsp;Sora-san's very lucky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi internally sighed.“Yeah. She is.” She looked at the cake at then to Hikari.“You're happy for them, though, aren'tcha?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari turned to Mimi and smiled brightly, "Yes, very! &amp;nbsp;I knew she was always the most important to Onii-chan ever since we were young, so I'm really glad that they finally ended up together. &amp;nbsp;I know Onii-chan's very happy now, and that makes me happy. &amp;nbsp;I hope...we'll find the same thing they have too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi lightly pat Hikari on the shoulder, a little fearful of breaking her. “Don't worry. It just takes longer for some of us.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari grinned and pat Mimi on the opposite shoulder. &amp;nbsp;"Yeah. &amp;nbsp;It'll be worth it in the end though."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi didn't answer, and sighed quietly. She tried not to act bummed over it all, and put her mind on something more pleasant.“We've got a huge chunk of free time tomorrow, so we'll be swinging by Gennai's.” Mimi pulled out the cookbook she had brought with her.“I was going to get him some things for this.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;With such an abrupt subject switch, Hikari wondered if she said something wrong... &amp;nbsp;"Oh, that sounds great. &amp;nbsp;I haven't seen Gennai in a long time," she said, knowing he wouldn't have aged anyways – those cute baby digimon, on the other hand--! &amp;nbsp;She hoped they hadn't digivolved yet. &amp;nbsp;"So what are you thinking of getting him?" &amp;nbsp;she&lt;br /&gt;asked, peering at the cookbook in Mimi's hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“I dunno. He's really into making sweets for the babies....so I thought I could get him started on something new...” Mimi furrowed her brow thoughtfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari's face brightened. "Ooh that's nice! Sweets for the babies... You and Gennai-san are spoiling those babies, aren't you?" she quipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: auto 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;A pleasant smile dawned on Mimi's face, lighting it up and warming it. She looked away coyly, and shrugged. "...it's hard &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; to, when you see him around them...the affection's contagious." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"Hee~h..."&amp;nbsp;Hikari pivoted around her foot to look at Mimi's face...and saw a pure, warm smile she had not seen in a while.&amp;nbsp;She grinned, "Well, whatever it is you've caught from Gennai-san, I'm glad for it.&amp;nbsp;You looked really happy just now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"Mmh." Mimi nodded, her voice going strangely small and soft. "I am, too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment lingered between the two girls--chances are they could probably both hear their own hearts beating. Or maybe it was just their imagination. Although she wanted to appreciate this rare moment of simple pleasure, Mimi was never the one to stay quiet for long. "So yeah! You've gotta see it, too! It'd be selfish of me to keep it all to myself, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari nodded.&amp;nbsp;"Yeah, I can't wait!"&amp;nbsp;Stretching a bit and scooting over to the next shelf of sweets, she tilted her head to Mimi and asked, "Well?&amp;nbsp;Have you decided on what you wanna get for the babies?"&amp;nbsp;Then she covered the side of her mouth with a hand and whispered,&amp;nbsp;"I think the store owner's been watching us for a while..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi furrowed her brow and looked over the ingredients. "It wouldn't be so difficult to decide if I could actually &lt;i&gt;understand&lt;/i&gt; the language, but..." Mimi nervously smiled. "If we get some extra stuff, I am sure Gennai-san can figure out what to do with it, right?!" She threw a few more items in her basket--crystal sugar flakes in various colors, bold, metallic food colors, tips for various icing decor..."This should do it!" The pile in her basket now reached to her waist--yet the girl managed to keep it perfectly balanced so that none of it tipped over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shall we get going?" Mimi started to waddle over to the counter to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Hikari followed cautiously behind Mimi in case anything toppled out of the basket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"Yeah, we can get going now," she replied as she passed by a bag of little hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;t-shaped chocolate chips.&amp;nbsp;"Oh do you think we can get some of these too?&amp;nbsp;They're really cute..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Mimi waddled back a few steps, keeping her eyes on the path in front of her. She held out a hand for Hikari to place the chocolate chips in, "Sure, whatever you like, doll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed happily, and her shoulders heaved a bit. "I cannot wait to go to the Digital World--it's better than any vacation, and Gennai-san always manages to say the right things to make everything better again." She looked over her shoulder to Hikari, and smiled. "So let's be sure to keep him company for a while, ne?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"Oo, thanks Mimi-san!"&amp;nbsp;Hikari chirped, handing Mimi the little bag.&amp;nbsp;"And yeah, we'll definitely keep Gennai-san company for a while with all these goodies!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;After the gruelingly slow process of paying for the goodies, Mimi hoisted a bag on each wrist, ready to return to the hotel room with their goodies. "We should drop these off before doing anything else. Or else the hearts may melt." Mimi winked to Hikari. "And if our hearts are going to melt, it better be because of a guy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Not holding anything in her hands, Hikari gently slipped her hand into one of the bags Mimi was carrying to lessen the load on her. "You've got that right!" she nodded, linking her arm into Mimi's. "We better get going then!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;"That's right!" Mimi pointed ahead, and leaned a bit of weight against Hikari. "Let's get unpacked, and then find ourselves new outfits for our journey to the Digital World!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:18037</id>
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    <title>Coming home soon!</title>
    <published>2007-06-27T01:12:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-27T01:12:57Z</updated>
    <category term="tailmon"/>
    <category term="tachikawa mimi"/>
    <lj:music>Ken Hirai - Kimi no Suki na Toko</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonjour, minna&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Oh, it's been so great here in France&amp;nbsp;with Mimi-san and Tailmon -- I wish all of you could have come too!&amp;nbsp; (but that would have cost a fortune ^^;&amp;nbsp; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's time to&amp;nbsp;savor&amp;nbsp;these last days in France because we're coming home soon!!&amp;nbsp; In case you didn't run it by Mimi-san already -- last call for souvenirs~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys already.&amp;nbsp; See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:17803</id>
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    <title>Happy Birthday, Sora-san!</title>
    <published>2007-06-19T01:29:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-19T01:29:51Z</updated>
    <category term="takenouchi sora"/>
    <content type="html">Hee hee, I guess I get to be the first to say... *inha~le*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Happy Birthday, Sora-saaaaan! &amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OOC:&amp;nbsp; I hope the idea Takeru-mun came up with is still on... )</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:17462</id>
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    <title>Guess who snuck onto the trip to France?</title>
    <published>2007-06-19T00:48:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-19T01:33:49Z</updated>
    <category term="agumon"/>
    <category term="tailmon"/>
    <category term="yagami taichi"/>
    <category term="yagami hikari"/>
    <category term="tachikawa mimi"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Who: &lt;/strong&gt;Tailmon and Hikari &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What: &lt;/strong&gt;Hikari finds a stowaway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When: &lt;/strong&gt;Shortly after arriving to France with the Tachikawas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where: &lt;/strong&gt;In their hotel room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Some good ol' Hikari-Tailmon...er, Plotmon... love!"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It was a simple business, or so it seemed. Tailmon had gotten rid of her power ring, for a while at least, and was now hanging off the fan on the ceiling trying to climb it, tiring herself. She wanted to go back to her &lt;strike&gt;rookie&lt;/strike&gt; child form in order to fit into Hikari's bag. She would already have to survive without one of her sweaters but she probably would buy a pretty French one anyway. There was no way Tailmon would be left behind, much less due to bureaucratic nonsense at the airport due to her size and claws. Patamon was less threatening than a huge clawed thing, but it wasn't her fault paranoia was so normal at airports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;After jumping around for a while and getting hit on the head, she fell down and drifted into a semi-conscious state. When she was fully aware of her body she was a tiny little thing, kind of like taken out of a petting zoo. There were 3 hours left to go, she got into Hikari's bag and immediately dozed off, jumping around was so tiring... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Mimi and her parents had gone out to take care of a little business and Hikari asked to just stay at the hotel to unpack her belongings.&amp;nbsp;Walking over to her luggage, she felt guilty about not bringing Tailmon along.&amp;nbsp;This trip to France was such a last minute decision that she barely even had time to tell her own brother!&amp;nbsp;Hikari knelt by her luggage and sighed.&amp;nbsp;She'd have a bit of explaining to do when she arrived back to Japan.&amp;nbsp;She unzipped her white and pink plaid backpack…and what she saw made her jump a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;A little white lump was there, breathing slowly, eyes closed. The feeling of the sudden cold air made Plotmon open her blue eyes and a yawn came out naturally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"We're already in France?" she asked in a sleepy voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Hikari fell back and landed on her bottom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"T-Tailm--- No, I mean -- Plotmon?!"&amp;nbsp;she stammered.&amp;nbsp;"How did you get here...?&amp;nbsp;And you're in your baby form...!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"&lt;strike&gt;Rookie&lt;/strike&gt; Child," Plotmon corrected her and jumped out kind of clumsily, "I got in here before leaving. We're in France, are we?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"Yeah, we just arrived," Hikari replied.&amp;nbsp;She was so relieved to see Plotmon... she was just thinking about her, too!&amp;nbsp;They really did share a strong bond...&amp;nbsp;Hikari scooped up Plotmon and gave her a little hug.&amp;nbsp;"I'm glad you came along!" she said happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"I'm happy to be here too," Plotmon let Hikari hug her, she didn't feel like moving much and it felt cozy in her arms. "When are we eating?" she asked after feeling the huge void in her stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Hikari gasped and held Plotmon in front of her.&amp;nbsp;"That's right!&amp;nbsp;Poor thing, you haven't eaten since we left Japan!&amp;nbsp;Ahh I don't have any euros to buy food with and Mimi and her parents are still out.&amp;nbsp;Hold on just a sec--"&amp;nbsp;Hikari put Plotmon on the floor and rustled through her purse.&amp;nbsp;She pulled out an oddly shaped pouch and a can of orange juice. "Oh no, this is all I have..." Hikari mumbled sadly, laying the items in front of Plotmon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Plotmon sniffed at it for a second, "That will do, don't worry," she gnawed at the package in a kind of amusing way impatient to open it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The pouch tore open and a tiny tower of cookies spilled out.&amp;nbsp;"I made some cookies for Onii-chan before leaving and brought a few for the trip.. it's not much of a meal, but I hope it'll be good enough until Mimi-san comes back," Hikari said apologetically, grinning a little.&amp;nbsp;Since she was almost always Tailmon, she had forgotten how cute Plotmon was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Little Plotmon couldn't really answer; she was too busy stuffing her mouth with the cookies. After she was done, the only leftovers were adhered to her face and she was smiling happily, "Hikari is very good at cooking," she said, content. After all, not that much food was needed to fill her now little tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"Thank Agumon," Hikari giggled.&amp;nbsp;"He's been baking lately and gave me some good pointers!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"Of course, but your food still has a tiny difference that can be easily tasted. I don't like Agumon's food as much as yours," she remained stubborn by Hikari's side. "I don't think France is that different from Odaiba so far.." she commented looking around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"Thanks," Hikari said, patting Plotmon's head.&amp;nbsp;She winked and placed a finger in front of her lips,&amp;nbsp;"...and let's keep that between you and me -- wouldn't want to discourage Agumon, would we?&amp;nbsp;Oh and I'm sure France is veery different from Odaiba.&amp;nbsp;You can't really tell from here since we're just in a hotel.&amp;nbsp;Wait till we go do some sightseeing around town!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"When are we leaving? I'd like to see some more then! I should change back to Tailmon, shouldn't I?" she looked at Hikari's bag without really wanting to move trying to see her power ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"Well, I don't really know the area so we'd have to wait until Mimi-san and her parents return..." Hikari trailed off, noticing Plotmon's averting gaze.&amp;nbsp;"What're you looking at, Plotmon?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"I have a bad feeling..." she jumped into Hikari's bag and made a big mess with her clothes only to be sure of what she was fearing, "I forgot my power ring..." She felt really stupid, specially because she'd reminded herself many times to pack it... and hadn't done it. Now it was probably on Hikari's desk, the right size to fit her but a bit too far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Hikari's eyelids lowered and she pouted a little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I had folded them so neatly too...&lt;/i&gt; she thought.&amp;nbsp;"Well, no worries.&amp;nbsp;It would be easier to take you around in your rookie form anyways," Hikari beamed since she was happy she'd have Tailmon in that form for a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"But how will I protect you if someone tries to hurt you..." Her idea of an attack wan't really 'puppy howling'. Her little blue eyes grew worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Hikari rested her cheek on her hand and tilted her head at Plotmon adoringly.&amp;nbsp;"Aw, you worry too much, Plotmon.&amp;nbsp;We're in France, one of the world's most romantic countries!&amp;nbsp;The worst we'd run into is a pesky French guy, but I'm sure Mimi-san knows how to put guys in their place!" she grinned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"Well, at least my petit punch might scare them off," Plotmon smiled a little, "I guess we can keep safe anyway if we're careful," she tried to cheer up. "Your dad taught me where to hurt men you know!" she remembered happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"Un!&amp;nbsp;I'm sure we'll be fine," Hikari nodded.&amp;nbsp;"Tou-san taught you that, huh...?&amp;nbsp;I hope you didn't use such moves on him!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"I'm a responsible Digimon," she said raising her head to give herself importance, which made her look adorable rather than important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"That's my partner,"&amp;nbsp;Hikari gave a wide grin, overcome with Plotmon's cuteness!&amp;nbsp;"I'd hate for Tou-san to suffer that kind of pain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"I don't think he’d try to hurt you of all people anyway, so I have no reasons to hurt him," she commented. "Hikari, please promise me you won't run off with someone suspicious when we're so far from the others," Plotmon looked really serious... well as serious as she could look anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"Haha, you're starting to sound like Onii-chan," Hikari giggled, poking Plotmon's cheek.&amp;nbsp;"...and kinda looking like him too.&amp;nbsp;Don't you worry, I wouldn't do something like that.&amp;nbsp;And even if I wanted to -- which I don't -- then I've got you and Mimi-san with me!"&amp;nbsp;Hikari thought about it... her, running away with a random French guy...?&amp;nbsp;No way... and besides, she couldn't do that to Taichi or anyone else who worries about her... they'd probably fly over to France that instant and kill the guy anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"True. We'll chase them all off! ‘Specially Mimi when she gets scary," Plotmon laughed and rested her head on Hikari's lap. "It'll be great," she was getting a bit drowsy again and her eyes started closing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;"Yeah, how about we save your petit punch as a trump card in case the guy's brave enough to stand against Mimi-san," Hikari smiled softly, petting Plotmon's soft fur.&amp;nbsp;"I guess I'm not the only one having jetlag... get some sleep, Plotmon, until Mimi-san and her folks get back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Plotmon didn't even reply, her eyelids were too heavy and she was soon asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>All work and no play makes Hikari...wanna play even more!</title>
    <published>2007-06-09T21:46:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-09T22:08:26Z</updated>
    <category term="rie"/>
    <category term="motomiya daisuke"/>
    <category term="takaishi takeru"/>
    <category term="hida iori"/>
    <category term="kido shuu"/>
    <category term="amano rikki"/>
    <category term="tachikawa mimi"/>
    <category term="wallace"/>
    <category term="takenouchi sora"/>
    <category term="kido jou"/>
    <category term="yagami taichi"/>
    <category term="inoue mantarou"/>
    <lj:music>Spitz - Umineko</lj:music>
    <content type="html">(It's my breaktime so I decided to sneak onto one of our computers at work... ^^ )&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd... Onii-chan never gets sick. And what timing, too; I was still a little upset about the &lt;a href="http://yagamixtaichi.livejournal.com/21250.html#cutid1"&gt;disaster with the Hoi brothers&lt;/a&gt;... but I guess I'll have to let that slide (for now). &lt;strike&gt;Daisuke-kun, you're still not off the hook for attacking Sai Yau-san XD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; Onii-chan, I had to leave early this morning for work, but I hope you found the omlette I cooked for you and Agumon in the fridge. Feel better soon &lt;strike&gt;because you have to be in top shape for your "devising"&lt;/strike&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a little busy this week because my co-worker Yui-kun came down with something so I've been taking his shifts. (Weird that &lt;i&gt;I'm&lt;/i&gt; not the one getting sick this time!) He should be back to work by Wednesday or Thursday, so I should be more available then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisuke-kun, give me a call sometime because Rikki-san's birthday should be coming up soon... &lt;strike&gt;Speaking of birthdays, I still have to get Sora-san a present...&lt;/strike&gt; Mimi-san, maybe I can tag along with you shopping sometime...? Jou-sempai, I hope you received my gift for Rie-san and I pray for a safe delivery. Shuu-san, I'll give you a call sometime this week for the interview; Wallace-kun, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; give me a call when you're back in Japan. Takeru-kun, keep me updated with the &lt;strike&gt;plotting&lt;/strike&gt; plans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Phew*... did I miss anything? ^^;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(OOC: Yep, as soon as my finals are over this Wednesday, I'm putting Hikari to work!! XD Also gotta finish a couple unfinished logs...And to Kisa and Thandi, I might not be able to RP tonight...study groups call...but we will finish that log by the end of the week!)&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Private] Come to think of it...</title>
    <published>2007-06-02T11:37:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-02T11:40:21Z</updated>
    <category term="motomiya daisuke"/>
    <lj:music>Spitz - Ai no Kotoba</lj:music>
    <content type="html">[OOC:&amp;nbsp; This takes place after &lt;a href="http://paper-angelxo.livejournal.com/15430.html"&gt;Daisuke and Hikari's phone call&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, it was morning and my phone was still flipped open on my pillow, battery dead...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I feel so bad for falling asleep on Daisuke-kun on the phone like that last night.&amp;nbsp; Hm... however...&amp;nbsp; somehow, it&amp;nbsp;was kind of comfortable talking to him... like that...&amp;nbsp; that I felt I could just drift off and it would be alright.&amp;nbsp; The way he said "Never at you..."&amp;nbsp; He's always kinda been like that.&amp;nbsp; No matter what I did, how much I teased,&amp;nbsp;he never seemed to get mad at me.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Happy Birthday, Iori-kun!</title>
    <published>2007-05-14T20:12:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-14T20:12:33Z</updated>
    <category term="hida iori"/>
    <content type="html">Sorry, I've been so busy again, but... &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt; (Belated) &lt;strong&gt;Birthday, Iori-kun!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;I hope you had a wonderful day.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:15770</id>
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    <title>Hikari and Sakura's talk about guys</title>
    <published>2007-05-11T23:09:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-13T03:09:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Who: Hikari and Sakura (RP'd by bobangk)&lt;br /&gt;Where: School&lt;br /&gt;When: May 11, lunchtime&lt;br /&gt;What:&amp;nbsp; A talk about guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="So, what really has been happening?"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"So, what really has been happening?" Taking the last bite of the melon bread, Sakura asked Hikari, who was dreading to pull out her bentou box, prepared hearty with mother's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Happening, Sakura-chan?&amp;nbsp; Happening with what?"&amp;nbsp; asked Hikari, the curiosity making her loosen her grip on the bentou box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Well... you know. Like. &lt;em&gt;boys&lt;/em&gt;" The girl said, hitting her chest with a fist as the stiff bread was caught in her throat. She reached for the bottle of milk and drank it down. After a couple ‘Ahem’s, she continued. "Are you still &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; with Ichijouji kun?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"I don't see why I &lt;em&gt;wouldn't&lt;/em&gt; be friends with Ken-kun anymore," Hikari replied, oblivious.&amp;nbsp; "I'd say we're pretty good friends, actually."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura rolled her eyes. "Never mind. You busy this afternoon?" She leaned back to the school bench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Actually, I kind of am," Hikari replied, kicking a foot back and forth on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura groaned. "Always so busy! No time for Karaoke with good Ol' cherry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura pouted and fidgeted, then asked, recovering. "Oh well." She said with a sigh. "So who's the lucky person who gets to hog you for the afternoon?" Grinning, she poked Hikari on the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Huh?&amp;nbsp; Um..Ah...Ken-kun... I mean, 'person'?!&amp;nbsp; People!&amp;nbsp; That's right, it's Ken-kun, Daisuke-kun, and his older sister," Hikari said, a little bit flustered over her initial mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura did a double take. "WHUT? You mean ICHIJOUJI KEN?" Excited, she clasped her hands together. "And you acted like you &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; have anything going on with the guy!" The girl nudged Hikari's side, and then noticed how flustered Hikari is.&amp;nbsp; She paused a little, and stared right into Hikari's form, and then backed up a couple steps, letting out a sharp, excited gasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Oh my god, you’ve got a &lt;em&gt;date&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari nearly fell out of her seat.&amp;nbsp; "D-date?!&amp;nbsp; Sakura-chan, it's not--!&amp;nbsp; A--!&amp;nbsp; Didn't I just say that Daisuke-kun and his sister were coming too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oh."&lt;/em&gt; Sakura dropped her hands to her sides, utterly disappointed. "Motomiya's going to be there too?" Sakura shook her head, and stretched. "Aaah, this is no good." She scratched her hair. "Honestly, I was hoping some Mr. Dashing would finally make my friend happy." With her back turned to Hikari, Sakura continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Mr. Dashing..." Hikari repeated.&amp;nbsp; A flash of a hand gently taking her own flashed in her mind.&amp;nbsp; She lowered her gaze a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Well I suppose Motomiya boy isn't &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;bad&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; per say. He is pretty cute so...a little childish but still cute, in that rough-edged charm and all…" Sakura murmured, and turned around to face her friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari blinked.&amp;nbsp; "Ahh I don't know about that..."&amp;nbsp; Hikari remembered Daisuke reciting Shakespeare outside of her balcony, smiled a little, and then giggled.&amp;nbsp; "...but he does try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura played with her hair, and eyed Hikari's expression. "So you &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari shifted her eyes to the side nervously.&amp;nbsp; "Well... I guess you could say I've &lt;i&gt;known.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; It's been kinda...obvious since we were kids."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura chuckled. "Well, surely, it doesn't take a genius to figure &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; out." Grinning ear to ear, she clasped her hands together, then grabbed Hikari's hands. Squeezing it firmly, she asked in serious tone, after a moment of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Are you...ready to &lt;em&gt;move on&lt;/em&gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;The girl asked carefully, biting her lower lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hikari was taken aback by Sakura's sudden change of mood.&amp;nbsp; "Move on..." Hikari repeated to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"I mean, your special person &lt;em&gt;doesn't &lt;/em&gt;have to be …&lt;em&gt;Takaishi&lt;/em&gt;…" Concern showing on her face, Sakura cast her gaze aside, her voice decreasing in volume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari thought of &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;night she spent at his apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"I...I think... I mean, I do want to..." Hikari couldn't quite put her feelings into words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Studying Hikari's expression delicately, Sakura pulled Hikari into a tight hug. "&lt;em&gt;It's okay to move on&lt;/em&gt;. Hikari. I think it's about time." She patted her friend's shoulders. "You're a great pal, a great girl. I'm sure you'll find someone in no time." Sakura smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari stared at Sakura's smile, so full of warmth and caring... just like &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; smiles...&amp;nbsp; She had made many people worry about her underneath their smiles for a while now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Maybe....maybe it is about time&lt;/i&gt;, Hikari thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura let Hikari go, and cracked corners of her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Don't look too far, just look around yourself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;She whispered, and then flashed a bright smile at her friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari returned the smile.&amp;nbsp; "I think...you're right, Sakura-chan.&amp;nbsp; Thank you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Anytime." Sakura said with a nod. "Ah, but if you'd better start on your lunch. Otherwise, you won't finish it in time." The girl eyed Hikari's unopened bentou box. "My bad, for interrupting." She cutely bit her tongue, and lowered her head. "Though, I'm glad to hear you're willing." She winked, bringing her hands to her lap and resting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari stopped, thinking about what unearthly tastes lurked within her bentou.&amp;nbsp; "Ah...right, right...&amp;nbsp; on second thought, maybe I'll save my appetite for later.&amp;nbsp; Daisuke-kun said we should all go get some pizza," Hikari replied.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Hnn… you sure you can hold out until then? When are you guys meeting?" Sakura asked, biting on her thumb nail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Um...about 4:00 later today," Hikari replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Hnn. that should be fine..." Sakura nodded in agreement, then she sighed out loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Though, if it were me I wouldn't be able to eat if I was eating in front of that Ichijouji boy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari tilted her head, "Why's that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Well you know, Like honestly, don't &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think he's cute? Like, you know! That eyes, staring into you, watching your manners as you eat." Sakura shook her head. "I'd be so self conscious I wouldn't be able to eat right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura coughed. "In fact, I'm getting nervous just thinking about that situation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari blinked and thought back to when she and Ken were eating ramen on her birthday.&amp;nbsp; "I...I guess I never really thought of it that way..."&amp;nbsp; She thought of Ken gazing at her and quickly shook the image from her mind.&amp;nbsp; "Th-that's silly..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura laughed nervously. "You've nerves of steel. &lt;em&gt;Ramen&lt;/em&gt; of all things? Slurping down loudly, in front of such a handsome guy." Sakura shook her head. "What are you going to wear today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Um...I'll probably just wear what I'm wearing now..."&amp;nbsp; Hikari said, looking down at her yellow tank top and faded maroon shorts.&amp;nbsp; "Don't see why I should..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura flung her eyes wide open. "You're kidding." She sighed, and grabbed Hikari's hand. "I'm sorry, Hikari, but are you serious about &lt;em&gt;moving on&lt;/em&gt;?” She huffed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;“I know you're not &lt;em&gt;desperate&lt;/em&gt; per say, but at least put on some EFFORT!" Sakura threw her hands in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Wear a skirt, make your self more presentable. Don't you realize you'll be hanging out with two &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt; boys today? And they're the ones that &lt;em&gt;care &lt;/em&gt;about you." Sakura bit her lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sighing even loudly, Sakura clasped her hands in dramatic manner, her tone dreadful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;“And I’m sure because you’re this comfortable, they wouldn’t have thought the otherwise either.” Sakura shook her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;“You gotta make’em feel a little uneasy.” The girl huffed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Make it special! Make them realize that you're a &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;" She looked at Hikari seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Eh-?&amp;nbsp; Wh... What do you suppose I do then?"&amp;nbsp; Hikari gulped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Ohhh! That's it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Sakura let out a frustrated grunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"You. Lady, are coming with me after school. I don't have &lt;em&gt;three boy friends&lt;/em&gt; for nothing!" She grabbed Hikari's hand, and pulled on it aggressively, as the chime bell rang. "Let's go! The bell's ringing, and I'll make &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; to doll you up so those boys can't take their eyes off of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;A drop of sweat slid down the side of Hikari's face as she was pulled along, her mouth hanging open.&amp;nbsp; "Sakura-chan..!!&amp;nbsp; B...but I don't see whyyy---!!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; WORD-BREAK: normal; TEXT-AUTOSPACE: ideograph-numeric" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Dragging her friend down the hallway, Sakura replied. "Oh you're gonna DO IT. No objection!" Her head already filled with gazillion possible cute fashionable choice, Sakura cracked a smile. "Watch out, boys, Yagami's on the way!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Daisuke &amp; Hikari phone log [COMPLETED]</title>
    <published>2007-05-09T07:10:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-01T00:47:29Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari fumbled the slim pink cell phone in her pocket.&amp;nbsp; She hadn't seen Daisuke since...when was it...January...?&amp;nbsp; February...?&amp;nbsp; It felt a little odd to be calling him again after so long...&amp;nbsp; but in a way, Hikari was a little happy.&amp;nbsp; It's was nice that she was starting to get back in touch with her friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari smiled and speed-dialed Daisuke.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I hope he picks up so I can invite him, &lt;/em&gt;Hikari thought.&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The phone rang..."&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Nose buried in a sports magazine, Daisuke was busy reading some tips to improve speed and performance. His cell phone started vibrating on his desk. Jerking his head up, Daisuke rolled to reach for the phone, missed and hit the floor with an inelegant 'oof'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Getting up, he rubbed his head, grabbing the phone. "Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Hi, Daisuke-kun!" Hikari beamed.&amp;nbsp;"It's been a while, ne?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Ah, Hikari-chan," he greeted, a smile crossing his lips. "What's up? It's been a while. How have you been?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Oh I've been alright.&amp;nbsp;Just school and stuff... haven't been getting out much, though... So Ken-kun and I thought it would be fun if the three of us hang out tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;How about it?"&amp;nbsp;Hikari asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He plunked down on his bed and rolled onto his back, staring at his ceiling. The glow-in-the-dark stickers were starting to peel, he noted absently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Oh tomorrow? That sounds good. I don't work or anything. What time and where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari checked a sticky note she left for herself at her desk.&amp;nbsp;"How about...Odaiba station at 4:00?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"That sounds fine. I haven't gotten lost in ages," he joked lightly. "What are we gonna do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Mmm...I think we're probably gonna go catch a movie...and then we'll see where it goes from there," Hikari said cheerfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"How about pizza? I like pizza," Daisuke interjected. "I think Spider Man 3 is out. Have you seen that one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"No not yet, actually.&amp;nbsp;You wanna go watch that?&amp;nbsp;And maybe pizza after?"&amp;nbsp;suggested Hikari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"That sounds good," Daisuke nodded. He just wished Ken wasn't going along. The guy was his best friend but...well, it was Hikari-chan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Great.&amp;nbsp;I'm glad you're up for it!&amp;nbsp;Feels like I haven't seen you in a long time.&amp;nbsp;Where have you been?"&amp;nbsp;Hikari asked curiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Living under a rock," he kidded. Daisuke shook his head. "Practicing for soccer, classes and work. How is your job coming along? Working at that tea shop, was it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Well, they have tea, but I wouldn't call it a 'tea shop.'&amp;nbsp;It's a cafe...so there's also coffee, sandwiches, and things like that.&amp;nbsp;It's not so bad.&amp;nbsp;I've gotten used to all the standing and the odd uniform," Hikari glanced over at the maid-like uniform hanging in her closet.&amp;nbsp;"I finally saved up enough and bought a new memory card for my camera, so get ready for some shots tomorrow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;The soccer player grinned. "I might have to steal it from you to take *your* picture with then," he chuckled. "Although you might have to show me how to work it first!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Good luck, Daisuke-kun.&amp;nbsp;You'd have to pry it from my death grip first.&amp;nbsp;But uh...you don't know how to work a camera?" Hikari giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Not those new digital ones. They have too many buttons." He made a face. "I might even break it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Upon hearing that, Hikari gripped at her camera that was lying on the table.&amp;nbsp;"Yup.&amp;nbsp;No way I'm letting you take it.&amp;nbsp;Hm, besides, I like taking pictures of other people more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Well, I won't do it on purpose," he protested, making a face. "Things like that just...happen to me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Haha, they happen to you?&amp;nbsp;Or do *you* just happen to *them*?" Hikari giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He laughed at that. He had to admit, it was a good one. "Maybe a bit of both," he conceded. "But that's only between you and me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Haha, got it," Hikari replied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"So how's school? I don't know about you but I had this killer English test last week. Tomorrow will be a good day to just...forget about that," Daisuke made a face. "Oh. I might need some help, Hikari-chan...I have a friend and her birthday is next week. You're a girl. Do you think you could...help me out there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari blinked and then grinned.&amp;nbsp;"Hnnn~&amp;nbsp;A girl friend, huh?&amp;nbsp;Looks like I really haven't spoken to you in a while!" she teased.&amp;nbsp;"Sure I can help you out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"She's not my girlfri-oh wait. You meant a friend who is a girl, right?" Daisuke corrected, a little uncertainly. "And that would be awesome. I'm not sure what girls really like..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"That's not what I heard from Miyako-saan," Hikari chimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Miyako....is insane, you know that right?" The goggle boy joked. "Wait...&lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is she saying about me?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Miyako can be a little crazy..." Hikari said playfully.&amp;nbsp;"but would she lie about a certain special handcrafted...what was it... coconut shell?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari closed her eyes with a tiny grin, "Sounds to me like you &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know what girls really like.&amp;nbsp;Miyako-san really liked it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"But I don't know what &lt;em&gt;you'd&lt;/em&gt; like," he blurted unwittingly. Realizing his mistake, Daisuke turned red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari was taken a little aback, but recovered quickly and giggled.&amp;nbsp;"Well my birthday's already passed, so you don't have to worry about that for a while..."&amp;nbsp;Hikari tilted her head thoughtfully.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Although I wonder what Daisuke-kun would think up for me...&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hikari quickly shook the thought from her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Daisuke grinned. "Ah but it's only 7 months until Christmas, you know! Better start planning now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Hnn that's true,"&amp;nbsp;Hikari glanced at a group picture they had all taken at one of Daisuke's soccer games.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Soccer gear, maybe...?&amp;nbsp;That might be a little too obvio--&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hikari interrupted her thoughts again.&amp;nbsp;"Ah but only a &lt;em&gt;few days&lt;/em&gt; until your friend's birthday, you know!&amp;nbsp;We better start planning for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; now."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"What? Whose birthday is it?! Sora-san?! Jou-sempai? Who did I forget now?" Daisuke was horrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari's mouth hung open.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Did he really just--?&amp;nbsp;But he was the one who brought it up...&lt;/em&gt; Hikari placed a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter welling up, but quickly burst out laughing.&amp;nbsp;"D-Daisuke-kun...!&amp;nbsp;We've only been on the phone a few minutes...and you've already forgotten?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Daisuke went quiet. "Hikari-chan, I can hear you laughing at me," he made a face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari let out the last of her giggles and instinctively lifted an apologetic hand in front of her face.&amp;nbsp;"Gomen, Daisuke-kun,"&amp;nbsp;Hikari realized Daisuke couldn't even see her apologetic gesture and put her hand down.&amp;nbsp;"I'm just surprised that you had already forgotten what we were talking about.&amp;nbsp;And I thought I was bad at remembering birthdays..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He shook his head. "I must just be tired. School, work and soccer." The goggle boy scratched his head, shrugging to himself. "Ah right, I remember now. So what kind of things do you girls like?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari leaned her chin on her hand.&amp;nbsp;"Well, it's not the same for all girls, you know.&amp;nbsp;It depends on her own interests.&amp;nbsp;Tell me what she's like and we'll go from there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Hm, true. Although with guys, all you need to do is buy a video game and you're all set. Well, Rikki likes tigers. And she's good at English. She likes soccer a little too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm...tigers, English, soccer...&lt;/em&gt; This Rikki was a little different from Hikari.&amp;nbsp;Hikari asked, "Umm well...&amp;nbsp;maybe if she's into stuffed animals or something, then we can look for a stuffed tiger?&amp;nbsp;Or maybe some soccer gear...?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Oh, she doesn't really play soccer. Just for fun. She watches it though," Daisuke chuckled. "I was at the arcade though. And there *is* this giant stuffed tiger there. It looks realistic too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari perked up.&amp;nbsp;"Well then there you have it.&amp;nbsp;Sounds like she'll love it.&amp;nbsp;Do you think you can win it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Uhm.....we'll see." He grinned. "I just need 2000 game tickets. But that's perfect, Hikari-chan! It's a great idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Yeah, and that way we get to play at the arcade too.&amp;nbsp;2000 game tickets, huh?&amp;nbsp;Is it within your budget?" Hikari asked doubtfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"I *do* have a thousand tickets already," he grinned. "So it won't be too bad. Maybe...you wanna hit the arcade with me one day then? To play and get tickets?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Yeah!&amp;nbsp;Well I mean, we gotta go over there and win that tiger before Rikki-san's birthday, right?&amp;nbsp;Oh and it's a good thing you already have half the tickets.. Is this what you've been blowing your money on?"&amp;nbsp;Hikari asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Daisuke laughed. "Something like that. I just save up whatever tickets I have. It's been accumulating for half a year now and I haven't cashed in yet. Hm, shall we meet up in the next couple of days then? To go play at the arcade?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Un!&amp;nbsp;Just give me a call whenever--"&amp;nbsp;Hikari stopped midsentence, suddenly remembering something.&amp;nbsp;"Actually, let me know when you're free because I, ah, might be meeting up with the Hoi brothers.&amp;nbsp;Did you know they're visiting from China?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Oh wow, that sounds cool," Daisuke sounded impressed. "I'm free on the coming Saturday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Saturday sounds good!&amp;nbsp;Hmmm... but we're hanging out with Ken-kun tomorrow, then if he's up for it, we can go to the arcade tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;The sooner the better?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Yeah, I'm a little strapped for time myself," he made a face over the phone. "But thanks for your help, Hikari-chan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Daisuke already had a plan in mind for the stuffed tiger. This would be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Anytime, it's no trouble at all,"&amp;nbsp;Hikari replied, and then continued,&amp;nbsp;"I'm actually pretty glad about this.&amp;nbsp;We haven't hung out in a while..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"I know. Between our jobs and school, right? I still haven't visited you at &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;work place yet though. When do you next work?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"My schedule changes every now and then, but this week, umm... Sunday I think...?&amp;nbsp;Ah the Palm Tree isn't that exciting though, " Hikari laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Ah but there will be food and there will be you. That makes it plenty exciting for me," Daisuke grinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari's eyes widened a little in surprise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;This Daisuke-kun...&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; "Well, whatever you want.&amp;nbsp;Don't expect a discount though," Hikari replied, forcing a strict tone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He laughed. "Yes ma'am," he teased. "Of course not. I'll make sure to tip really well too, if I like the server."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Oh I'll be sure to get Yui-kun to serve you then.&amp;nbsp;He's friendly and loves tips," she teased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Daisuke sputtered for a moment. "Hi-Hikari-chan! You know that's not what I mean!" He glowered for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari giggled and asked,&amp;nbsp;"Oh?&amp;nbsp;So what did you mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"I just meant you'd be there!" He exclaimed. Maybe he needed to talk to someone again. This wooing the girl of his dreams thing. Wasn't working right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gotta hand it to him for trying...&lt;/em&gt;Hikari smiled to herself, remembering the countless times Daisuke has tried to talk sweet to her for the years they've known each other.&amp;nbsp;Hikari sighed,&amp;nbsp;"I'll tell you what -- I'll whip you up a drink myself.&amp;nbsp;It's not even on the menu, I just make it for myself when my shifts end.&amp;nbsp;How's that?&amp;nbsp;Since you're coming out to visit me and all…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He lit up. "That's great! Thanks alot, Hikari-chan. That's really cool of you. You're so sweet and nice," he happily told her without thinking about his words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari blinked a few times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;That's new..&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;A little nervous, she laughed it off, "No problem!&amp;nbsp;You don't have to talk like we just met or something though! Ahaha..!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He blinked and turned red. Yup, he needed help in the girl department all right. Daisuke sighed. "I'm sorry Hikari-chan. I didn't mean it like that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hearing Daisuke's dejected tone, she quickly responded, "No, i-it's alright!&amp;nbsp;Ahh.."&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Oh no, did I make him feel bad...?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; "I mean, um...."&amp;nbsp;Hikari thought for a moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;How should I put this...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;"you were just saying what's on your mind, right?&amp;nbsp;That's not a bad thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He shook his head. "It's all right. You don't know how many times I've gotten in trouble for talking without thinking." He chuckled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Hmm I can imagine..."&amp;nbsp;Hikari smirked, thinking of Daisuke's hotheaded outbursts that's gotten many people mad in the past -- Yamato, Takeru, even the usually calm Iori.&amp;nbsp;"Well, don't worry, you're not in trouble this time," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Thank goodness," he said in relief with a chuckle. "And if I &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt;, well then I'd have to win you a stuffed animal at the arcade!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari smiled playfully.&amp;nbsp;"Even if you &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt;, Daisuke-kun, you'd have to win that stuffed tiger for your gir--- Ah, I mean -- Rikki-san first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"She's not my girlfriend!" He sounded horrified. "She's a girl, in my class and she's a friend. Besides, she likes blonds! She told me so!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"So you've had a similar conversation with her before...?"&amp;nbsp;Hikari teased further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He was being made fun of now, he could tell! "Well, sort of. She asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said no but I like brunettes. And she said she liked blonds herself. That's all. Really."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"And what about you?" He asked casually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari was planning another tease attack, but Daisuke's sudden bold question caught her off guard.&amp;nbsp;She found a warmth creeping up her cheeks.&amp;nbsp;"Muh--?!&amp;nbsp;Me?!" she stammered.&amp;nbsp;"Well I... I mean....."&amp;nbsp;At a loss for words, Hikari cleared her throat and said as calmly as possible, "I think I go for more than just hair color."&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Phew, good save, Hikari...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He grinned at her confusion and awkwardness. That was a smart answer though, he had to admit. Ah, another reason he liked her. She was thoughtful too. "Really? Like what then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Her mouth hung open in disbelief.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;He's really pushing it tonight...&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; "W...well... I mean... personality, of course!&amp;nbsp;Someone caring, funny, kind---"&amp;nbsp;Hikari started to flush.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;What am I doing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;"A-- &amp;nbsp;Daisuke-kun!&amp;nbsp;I'm not having this conversation with you!"&amp;nbsp;Hikari said, her cheeks now pink.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Ah, I'm sorry, Hikari-chan," he murmured, taking note of her words. Caring, funny, kind...like...Takeru, right? He stifled a sigh. "I didn't mean to make you feel awkward."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"No don't apologize, Daisuke-kun!&amp;nbsp;I was teasing you about Rikki-san earlier too.&amp;nbsp;So we're even now, ne?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He forced a grin into his voice. "I'm just teasing you, Hikari-chan! We're totally even now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari grinned.&amp;nbsp;"Good.&amp;nbsp;So you're not mad or anything, right?"&amp;nbsp;she asked, crawling into bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;He shook his head. "Never at you, Hikari-chan." There was an oddly solemn note in his tone before he swept it away. "Maybe Miyako or Taichi-san, but never you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari giggled as she was trying to yawn, only to have it come out as a louder laugh than she had expected.&amp;nbsp;"No way, I'm sure you've been mad at me before..." she said, snuggling into her pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Not that I recall," he smiled a little, hearing the yawn in her voice. "Are you sleepy, Hikari-chan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari closed her eyes.&amp;nbsp;"Just a little...I actually worked two shifts tod--" she yawned again.&amp;nbsp;"Ah, sorry about that, Daisuke-kun... and yes you....have been mad at me.... I remember the time.....you saw.... *yawn*....that picture...um...from...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Why did she have to be so cute?! Daisuke was dying on his end. He could just imagine her lying in bed, in her pink pajamas, cuddling a giant stuffed teddy bear. "But I wasn't mad for long at least," he reminded her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari smiled and mumbled sleepily, "See.... but you were….still….mad......"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black"&gt;There was the sound of laughter, quiet and smooth, like the flow of a small stream. "You should get some sleep, Hikari-chan. I'll talk to you later, ne? Sweet dreams," he hung up only when she fell silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;[OOC: Let's just pretend this didn't happen ^^;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[**edit: OOC: It turned out we were able to RP this scene after all, but it's incomplete. It'll be up as soon as we finish it! =D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;[EDIT: We finished the log!]</content>
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    <title>Last week before more exams</title>
    <published>2007-05-08T20:58:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-09T20:52:10Z</updated>
    <category term="motomiya daisuke"/>
    <category term="ichijouji ken"/>
    <category term="motomiya jun"/>
    <category term="sai yau hoi"/>
    <lj:music>Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yay, I'm so glad that I'm finally going to get to see some people this week!&amp;nbsp; (I've got another round of exams coming next week so I won't be as available... -_-)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, Sai Yau-san and his brothers are&amp;nbsp;visiting Japan so we might go grab something and catch up.&amp;nbsp; It should be fun.&amp;nbsp; I haven't seen them in a while!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, I get to hang out with Ken-kun&lt;strike&gt;, Jun-san,&lt;/strike&gt; and (hopefully) Daisuke-kun!&amp;nbsp; Daisuke-kun, I really hope you&amp;nbsp;can make it out because I&amp;nbsp;seriously haven't seen you in months!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;(Jun-san, do drag him out of the house if you have to ^_^ .)&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;And Ken-kun, I'm glad your schedule's finally freed up!&amp;nbsp; I've missed hanging out with you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a new memory card for my digital camera with the money I saved up from working at Palm Tree... so get ready for some picture opportunities!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:14905</id>
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    <title>Oh I give in...</title>
    <published>2007-05-01T04:59:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-01T05:01:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maaya Sakamoto - Tune the Rainbow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=691853-cb8b&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #cccccc"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to just hop on the bandwagon like this, but I'm bored and all of you guys were getting one!&amp;nbsp; I think it's accurate...the longer description was accurate, the shorter one on here isn't so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ken-kun, Daisuke-kun, when are you two free?&amp;nbsp; I wanna hang out sometime!&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:paper_angelxo:14607</id>
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    <title>Agumon's cookies hit the spot</title>
    <published>2007-04-26T07:35:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-26T07:39:32Z</updated>
    <category term="yagami hikari agumon"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;When: April 25&lt;br /&gt;Who: Hikari and Agumon&lt;br /&gt;Where: Yagami residence&lt;br /&gt;What: Relaxing with Agumon's homemade cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The crash of pots and pans resonated within the small kitchen space of the Yagami home"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;The crash of pots and pans resonated within the small kitchen space of the Yagami home. Had a head of the household been there at the time, things certainly wouldn't be pretty. That went without saying that the kitchen area was already an eyesore of a mess. It was a good thing that the rich brown splats of cookie dough and other food stains hadn't crossed out of the cooking area boundaries. Then there might have been some trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;A small, orange figure darted back and forth gathering as many things in his arms as possible. From a bag of flour to a cartoon of milk, the dinosaur rushed to clean the spills and splashes of ingredients painting the counters and floor. Who would have imagined that baking cookies would be so hard?! Agumon was sure that it would be as easy as the lady on the television show had made it seem. What a deceiving show! He frantically placed the milk back in the fridge, glancing to the clock.&lt;br /&gt;He was anxious to see if this batch of treats came out a success. The last nine... fell short of tasty. He stuck his tongue out in disgust, hoping that Hikari and Taichi's mother wouldn't mind the trash can full of bad cookies. Hurrying back over to the oven, he stared and waited anxiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;The door clicked open and Hikari poked her head out.&amp;nbsp; "Agumon!&amp;nbsp; What happened here?"&amp;nbsp; she asked, walking into the messy kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;The digimon jumped where he stood, spinning around to see who had come home. "Waha! Hikari!" Agumon lifted a claw up and wiped away a smidge of dough from his face and gave her a wide grin. "Okairi! I was making cookies for you and Taichi! I tried following what the lady does on that one show Tailmon watches..." He proudly puffed his small chest and pointed to the oven behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari giggled and flicked a chocolate chip off of Agumon's head.&amp;nbsp; "Well thank you, Agumon.&amp;nbsp; That's so sweet."&amp;nbsp; Hikari took a glance about the dough-covered kitchen.&amp;nbsp; "I can tell you've been really outdoing yourself with this.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to have a bite.&amp;nbsp; How much longer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Agumon's eyes lit up happily, even more excited now that Hikari would have some. Now he was sure that the tenth time was a charm! "They should be done any time no--" his words were cut off by a ping. He knew what that meant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning back to the oven, he reached up and pulled the door open slowly, allowing the aroma of freshly baked goodies escape into the air. The yummy smell was already a good sign that things hadn't gone wrong. "They're done! They're done!" He picked a pair of cooking mitts, far too small for his claws to fit in and tried to figure a way to slip them on to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Oh Agumon," Hikari giggled.&amp;nbsp; "Maybe I can try making you some Agumon-sized cooking mitts sometime...&amp;nbsp; Wow that smells delicious!"&amp;nbsp; Hikari peered over Agumon's large yellow head at the tray of golden brown cookies.&amp;nbsp; "And it looks delicious too!&amp;nbsp; Agumon, have you been practicing?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Cooking mittens big enough for me? Wehehe! I'd like that Hikari!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;After having settled with using the current mitts as mere covers for his 'palms', he reached inside and pulled the tray out. He was careful to set them on a cleared counter close by so as not to drop them on the floor like a certain other batch. Looking up to Hikari, Agumon lightly blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "All day! Some of the cookies I made were burnt and crispy. And then there were these bad tasting ones! I can still taste them..." the digimon shuttered, embarrassed by his failed baking. "I hope these came out good! I wanted to make them since Hikari has been busy. Maybe eating something good would cheer you up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Practice makes perfect.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for thinking about me.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure these cookies are just what I need," Hikari smiled as she peeled the cookies from the tray with a spatula and piled them on a plate.&amp;nbsp; "Well I'll just clean up the kitchen until these cool down.&amp;nbsp; I don't even wanna think what Kaa-san would say if she saw this!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari put away the flour, milk, and eggs and wiped away all the counter spills.&amp;nbsp; She started washing the dishes and asked Agumon, "Hm, by the way, is anyone even home?&amp;nbsp; It's been awfully quiet since I got back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Agumon did his best to help out too. After all, he was the one who made this mess. "Uhn." He shook his head, watching to see if he could help dry the pots and dishes. "Hikari's Kaa-san is out shopping for some food. I think Tailmon is waiting for you and Taichi... is still out." He had a look of concern written on his face when he spoke of his partner, but one look towards the cookies made him cheer up. "Taichi said he'd bring up store bought food for dinner! Waa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wiped away the drool from his mouth then asked, "Did you have to work a lot today?" Agumon's expression turned rather comically stern. His one claw pointed out at her, playfully scolding in his own way. "Everyone misses being with you. I can use baby flame on the people who keep you from spending time with friends." He nodded a few times to assure her he was ready and willing to take that extreme measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari laughed as she handed Agumon the last foamy plate to rinse off.&amp;nbsp; "I appreciate the thought, but I wouldn't want you to light my sensei on fire... then I'd never finish high school!"&amp;nbsp; Hikari dried her hands on a towel and said, "Well the cookies should be cool enough now.&amp;nbsp; Tailmon!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;No response came.&amp;nbsp; "Hm, she must be taking a cat nap.&amp;nbsp; We can just set her batch aside so she can try it when she wakes up," said Hikari.&amp;nbsp; "Well, Agumon, shall we?" Hikari gestured towards the cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Agumon set the last clean plate down and pattered next to the plate of cookies. It was times like these that made him wish he were in his Koromon form. That way, he'd be able to bounce about atop the table or counter. Plus, it made him feel like reminiscing over the past -- that time when he and Taichi had thought they'd come to the real world alone after the odd warp in space created by the fight against Ettemon. It was also the same time where he first sat down with a young Hikari and enjoyed a taste of life with his favorite humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked this very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmn!" Agumon nodded cheerfully and took one cookie in claw. He waited rather than shoving it into his mouth and said, "Have the first cookie bite Hikari!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Sure, thanks!"&amp;nbsp; Hikari took a bite of the soft cookie and her eyes widened.&amp;nbsp; "Wah~&amp;nbsp; Oishii!!&amp;nbsp; Good job Agumon!&amp;nbsp; I think you've really got a knack for this.&amp;nbsp; Oh I know Taichi and Tailmon are gonna love it.&amp;nbsp; Quick, have a taste!"&amp;nbsp; Hikari took another delightful bite of her cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari felt happy.&amp;nbsp; She hadn't felt relaxed like this in a while, nor spent time with just Agumon, the first Digimon she had ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Again, Agumon perked up and almost seemed to have a shine in his eyes the moment she approved of the taste. Doing as she said, he hurried and took a bite of the cookie. "Ooowaah! It is good!" He laughed, licking the crumbs left on his claws as soon as the cookie disappeared. "I'm glad! Hikari! Hikari!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The digimon grinned, snatching another cookie but holding on till he spoke to stuff his mouth. "Next time do you think we can cook together!? Hikari must make good food too! Then we can eat like this again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;"Haha well I'm not that good, but of course, I'd love to cook with you, Agumon! I'm no chef, but I can tell you this -- I'm not as bad as Kaa-san," Hikari whispered, even though her mother wasn't even home.&amp;nbsp; Hikari smiled, "You can probably give ME some pointers, Agumon."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh!?" Agumon laughed once more and then nodded ecstatically. "I'll do my best to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;Hikari finished her cookie and smiled.&amp;nbsp; Agumon really outdid himself to make those cookies for her and cheer her up...it worked.&amp;nbsp; She patted Agumon's head and said, without a doubt, "I know you will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Needing to get out more</title>
    <published>2007-04-23T18:15:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-23T18:15:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After meeting Catherine-san, I'm just not too sure what to think anymore.  I feel like I need to talk to someone... It seems I haven't spent time with friends lately and I'm sorry for that.  If anyone is available to hang out, let me know... Maybe we can have lunch or maybe go shopping?</content>
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    <title>Hikari and Catherine RP: Catfights ensue? Hair pulling, name calling and tears?? Uhh...</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T03:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T11:26:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catherine got out of the cab in front of the Yagami's apartment building, stopping to pay him and tip him before she closed the door and re-arranged her skirts. She felt a bit nervous, after hearing so much about how wonderful Taichi's sister was. She held tightly to the bag containing Hikari's present and then let out a steadying breath before she approached the building and started up the stairs , looking around for the Yagami's name plate. After a few minutes, she found it and let out a sigh of relief before she paused and knocked gently, not wanting to disturb the neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari took a deep breath, wringing her hands together. She was meeting Catherine, Takeru's new girlfriend. Oh god, this was going to be awkward, wasn't it? What could they talk about? She wasn't good in situations like this, she always ended up making a fool out of herself. Maybe she should have let Catherine give the gift to Ken...but then again, she had been so sweet to get her something in the first place. Hearing the doorbell ring a moment later, she went to open the door, revealing a beautiful blonde girl standing behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, hello, Catherine-san!" She mustered up. "Come in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine smiled brightly when she came face to face with the brunette girl, she had been so looking forward to meeting her, ever since Takeru had talked about how wonderful she was. She knew there was something about the two of them that she wasn't remembering, but she figured she'd remember eventually. She took a gracefl step into the apartment and took off her shoes before handing the bag over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Hikari. &lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday, Hikari-san! I am so happy that I had the opportunity to see you! I have heard so much about you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari smiled back. The blonde's happy demeanor was infectious...no wonder Takeru was attracted to her. "Really?" She asked, accepting the back. "All good, I hope. But the same goes for you, in fact. Onii-chan wouldn't shut up about you all those years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine chuckled and nodded her head vigorously. "Of course! As a matter of fact, I do not think I have ever heard something about you that was not good!" she paused and then blushed lightly at the comment about Taichi. "R-Really? After what happened with Mimi, I thought everyone would hate me, to be honest.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari blushed at Catherine's kind words. &lt;i&gt;Never heard something about me that wasn't good?&lt;/i&gt; She recalled the way she had been behaving the past few days...it was anything but good. "Things happen," She shrugged, recalling the details of Catherine's encounter with Mimi very vaguely. "You made up, that's all that matters. Worse things have happened, &lt;i&gt;trust&lt;/i&gt; me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is very true! I am just glad that your friend, Mimi-san is so kind to me.. I did not even get to properly apologise, actually.. She got so distracted with the goodies I made for her that she didn't even hear me!" she giggled at the memory and shook her head. "You have wonderful friends, Hikari-san!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari smiled brightly. "Well, it sounds like they're becoming your friends too, Catherine-san!" She gestured to the living room. "Would you like to sit down? We could have some tea, and I think Kaa-san has some cakes in the kitchen." She paused. "But they're store-bought, which if you've heard anything about my mother, you know is a good thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I seem to be getting along well with Ishida-san and Ichijouji-san.. They are my neighbours at the moment." she gave an enthusiastic nod and got up to follow Hikari. "Some tea would be lovely, if it isn't too much trouble. And I would love some cake, especially if it is store bought! Your brother has told me some horror stories about your mother, so I am not sure if I would be brave enough to try that just yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari laughed. "No matter how hard you try, you can just never be strong enough for my Kaa-san's cooking. Even Tou-san isn't immune yet. And tea isn't any trouble. Just make yourself at home, and I'll go in to the kitchen and prepare it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear, she really is that bad, then?" Catherine frowned, realising her mother was probably just as bad. She nodded enthusiastically to her host and then took a seat on the couch. "If you need any help, please, do not hesitate to ask!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari nodded. "It's awful." She smiled once again before heading into the kitchen. Taking another deep breath, she tried to remain calm. Catherine was so, so very sweet, it was hard not to like her. Getting out the kettle and placing it on the stove, she sighed. She shouldn't be angry with Catherine, nor should she be jealous of her. Especially when she was being so kind. Taking two cakes and setting them on little plates, she placed them on a tray with two tea cups already placed there. Waiting for the kettle to whistle, she leaned against the counter and willed herself to get her stay this composed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine sat silently while she waited for her friend to return. She had the nagging suspicion that the thing she was forgetting about Hikari was important, but she just could not put her finger on it.. What was it about Hikari that Takeru had said? He had said she deserved all the happiness in the world.. He had said that they were bestfriends.. But there was something else! What was it..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling the two tea cups, Hikari re-entered the living room, carefully balancing the four items. Setting it down on the coffee table in front of them, she motioned to the bag Catherine had presented her with eariler. "Would you like me to open it now? Or later?" she asked, handing Catherine a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine accepted the cup of tea with a thank you and a polite nod of her head, as she had seen many other people do since she arrived here. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh! I almost forgot about that.. You can open it now, if you like. Unless you would rather save it for later!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I'll save it for later? That way, we can try and get to know each other better?" Hikari suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is a good idea, I think." Catherine motioned for Hikari to have a seat, pausing to take a sip of her tea before smiling up at her. "Thank you very much, once again. I really am happy that I am getting the chance to see you! And that you are not angry at me for getting mad at Mimi. I really wish I had thought that through a bit better before I got angry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all act on impluse," Hikari said gently, sipping her tea. "After all, you &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; met my brother. There's no reason for me to be upset with you for something you said during a moment of anger. I know I've said quite a few nasty things to people in the past when I've been angry that I certainly wouldn't have if I had thought about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine felt a warm smile come to her face. She could see why people always said Hikari was so kind, she really was. &lt;br /&gt;"Well, I.. I do believe that you are right.. I suppose everybody makes mistakes sometimes. I just wish I had not caused so much trouble! Although I am grateful that things have turned out for the best.. All of the Japanese chosen are so wonderful! I will miss all of you so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..." Hikari trailed off, tracing the rim of her cup with her finger. "But I suppose you'll still visit often? What with you dating Takeru and all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine paused and then her face lit up, although that missing piece of information was really nagging her now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I am going to try and get down here as often as I can. Ishida-san said that it would be okay.. And I really would like to see Takeru more often!" she paused and then smiled cutely. "You are his bestfriend, right? He talks most fondly of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," Hikari said, nodding. "We've been best friend since we were...seven or eight, I can't really remember. And does he really?" She perked up. He said nice things about her? After the fight they had gotten into over the phone, she had expected him to rant about her, especially to Takeru. But that wasn't like him..."Was this recently?" She had to be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine smiled brightly, she was so happy to see Hikari perking up.  "Yes, it does! He said many nice things about you.." she paused thoughtfully. "Hmm.. That was.. Well, about a week ago, I suppose. Why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A week ago...&lt;/i&gt; Hikari considered this. That would have been before their argument. "Oh, no reason, really," she giggled nervously. "We just got in a bit of a spat over the weekend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine's eyes widdened in surprise. She hadn't heard about this at all! &lt;br /&gt;"I-I am sorry! I had no idea.. You have not spoken to him since then?.. I am surprised he has not mentioned it.. But then again, I have not seen him alone since I moved to the hotel... Ishida-san and Jean-Luc have always been around.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..." Hikari nodded. "We haven't spoken, but he said happy birthday to me over livejournal, so I guess it's better than nothing." She smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys really do confuse me.." she murmered, thinking about how Jean-Luc had acted after she had gotten mad at him at Takeru's apartment. "Instead of coming forward and apologising they always seem to just try and be friends with you again.. I wonder why that is..? Perhaps they think they will be rejected.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh god," Hikari groaned, taking another sip of her tea. "Why must they always do that? They just brush it off, as if nothing has happened. And then here us girls are, still over analyzing what they said three weeks, four days and two hours ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine giggled lightly, nodding her head along in agreement. "I know.. Men are always like that. I may not know much about people, but I have spent more time with men than I have with women.. Having Jean-Luc around so much has taught me a lot. They do not usually forget what they have done, they just don't want to say they are sorry, in case it makes us madder, or something... But we are no better, since we always give in and forgive them anyways, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, I guess so!" Hikari laughed. "It's hard not to...no matter how much we just don't want to give into them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It really is! They always seem to know just how to butter us up until we can't help but forgive them!" she laughed as well, her eyes glittering with memories. "But I guess that is why they never learn to apologise, we just can't help but give in.. If only we could learn some of their tactics!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys are just confusing." Hikari paused for a moment. "Though, Onii-chan swears the same thing about us. Regardless, I guess relationships just take time and effort." She smiled at Catherine. "Hold on to Takeru, Catherine-san. He's worth all the hassle," she said softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I suppose to them we really must be confusing!" she paused and listened to Hikari and then nodded, a gentle look on her face as she responded. "I will. I can promise you that I will try my best to be a good girlfriend for him. He has been there for me through so much.. I do not know about his history, but I know Patamon has said that he has been through some tough times.. I really hope that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make him happy.. Even if we will be far apart for the next few months.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope so too," Hikari said warmly. And she did. She just wanted Takeru to be happy...even if that meant it wasn't with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hikari-san, I know that Takeru wishes for your utmost happiness, too. He told me so himself." she set her tea cup aside and then reached over and gently took the other girls hands into hers, a sincere look of admiration on her face as she whispered, "And so do I! I hope that you and Takeru will make up soon. Please watch over him for me while I am gone, Hikari-san!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari swallowed, not sure what to say. Giving a weak smile, she nodded. "I'll try my best, Catherine-san."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine released her, not wanting to be over bearing, as she knew such things were not common in Japanese culture.&lt;br /&gt;"I know that you can do it, Hikari-san. You are very kind! I can see why everybody thinks so highly of you now! I am glad that I got to meet you before I had to leave for France!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari flushed. Catherine was so sweet...and so pretty and just...&lt;i&gt;Stop it, Hikari. Don't compare yourself to her. You are Hikari and she is Catherine.&lt;/i&gt; "You're very sweet, Catherine-san. I'm glad that we got to meet, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope that we will get to see each other more, once I move to Japan!" she blushed lightly at the compliment and reached back over to retrieve her tea cup, finishing off the remainder of her tea and smiling. "I will have to remember to thank Ichijouji-san, he was the one who told me that your birthday was coming up! Oh! That reminds me, did he make it to visit you yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari shook her head. "He hasn't yet, but I hope to see him soon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sure that you will! Ichijouji-san is a very kind person, as well! Although I am a bit worried about him.. Have you met this strange girl that he keeps mentioning? She sounds pretty firghtening to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari's eyes grew wide. "No, I haven't...don't know if I want to. Poor Ken...he always seems to have some strange girls following him around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine nodded somberly. "He seemed very distressed by it.. I think that is why he is staying in the hotel right now... Did you hear that they are in the room next to mine, by the way? You should come and visit some time! I am sure that they would love to see you, too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I will. If work allows it, that is. I don't know what it's like &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; to be busy. Before it used to be non-stop dance lessons and now it's work. Truthfully, I think I'd go stir crazy if I had nothing to do. I hurt my ankle during my recital a few months back and the weeks that followed were dreadful. I was so bored."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine mentally slapped herself, how did she forget about Hikari's work! &lt;br /&gt;"That's right! I totally forgot about how busy you have been with work, I am very sorry! My memory is not the best, it seems." &lt;i&gt; not today, that's for sure! &lt;/i&gt; A concern look spread over her face at the mention of the recital, however. "Oh dear! I had not heard about that! That must have been horrible! Are you still able to dance..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no need to be sorry!" Hikari said, raising her hands up. "As for dancing...I hope to be ready for it again next season. I missed the start of cheerleading season, though, so I had to give that up. Hopefully, in about June, I'll start trying to get back into shape for ballet...but we'll see, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, wow! I love watching the ballet!" Catherine smiled dreamily, she hadn't been to any recitals in ages! Her father often got tickets from various people and he always gave them to Catherine. "You must tell me when you start again. I would love to see you dance, Hikari-san! I really hope that you will be able to start again soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Catherine-san! I'll be sure to tell you." She smiled at the blonde. "But I feel like this has been all about me...tell me something about yourself! Do you have any hobbies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine looked surprised and she smiled softly, she was not used to people actually asking about her own hobbies. &lt;br /&gt;"Well.. I play tennis a lot. I also play the piano and in my spare time I draw and paint.." she paused, chewing her lower lip nervously, "Do you want to hear something strange?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, why not? And it sounds like you're really into the arts...that's wonderful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine smiled shyly, nodding in affirmation. "The arts are what I love!" she blushed lightly, laughing nervously as she added, "But what I have always wanted to get in to was acting.. I have always loved theater! Crazy, isn't it? My father would never allow me to act.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? An actress?" Hikari grinned. "That's amazing! I can't act without laughing." She grew suddenly serious. Her father would not let her do what she loved? That wasn't fair... "Have you tried talking to your father about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine nodded, giggling to herself. She had wanted to act for so many years, but she had never really told anybody about it.&lt;br /&gt;"I would love to be an actress.. Even Takeru doesn't know that." she paused thoughtfully and nodded slowly, "I spoke to my father about it once before.. But I think I might ask again when I move back to France.. But I have no idea if he will allow it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's worth a try, anyways. No matter what parents say, they always want their children to be happy. And I for one, think you'll make a wonderful actress, Catherine-san. If you're doing something you love, you'll be fantastic at it and you'll be happy at the same time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really think so, Hikari-san?" she smiled brightly, feeling so much warmth wash over her at the words of encouragement. "I really hope that you are right.. I think my father might be a bit more lenient when I am living with Jean-Luc.. I know! We can both attend each other's performances! How about that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's sound great!" Hikari said, excited. She loved plays. "Mutual support."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then it's a promise! If I manage to get into a play before I move here, I will even send you a plane ticket!" Catherine was happier than she could have imagined! She didn't think that she would ever find someone to support her acting, aside from Jean-Luc, and she was too afraid to tell him. "I am looking forward to it already! I hope we will be able to go to the same school when I move here.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? A plane ticket? Wow..." Hikari said, taken slightly aback. "I hope we can become good friends, Catherine-san." Might as well make the best of it, Hikari. After all, there was no way Takeru would be letting go of someone as sweet and beautiful as Catherine anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But of course! I wouldn't ask you to come and not provide airfare." she giggled cutely, happy to have made a new friend so soon. "I also hope that we can become good friends, Hikari-san! I will even make sure to put a leash on Jean-Luc if you can come and visit me in France." she giggled at the thought, wondering if Hikari would be shocked when she met the Takeru look a like. She bet she would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari laughed, awkwardly. "I'll keep that in mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's a great guy, really.. But he can't keep his hands to himself.. I am still worried about him bothering Ishida-san when I am gone.. Especially tomorrow night.." she sighed, shaking her head. "When I say he is watching Floramon, it is usually the other way around.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He sounds like an interesting character to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine giggled and nodded her head vigorously. "Oh, he is! Although he is pretty scary if you give him sugar." she grinned and shook her head. "He also looks like he could be a brother of Takeru and Ishida-san's! I just wish he would stop pestering the two of them!"&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;br /&gt;Hikari laughed. Takeru, Yamato, Catherine and Jean-Luc...it was like one big...blonde gathering. Tucking at her own brunette hair, she sighed inwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine smiled softly, her mind completely off of what it was she was forgetting about Hikari for the moment. Instead, she glanced at her watch and frowned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just realised, I should probably not be keeping you too much longer, Hikari-san! I really do not want to take up too much of your time.. And I fear Jean-Luc might get bored and try and claw Ishida-san's door down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Yes, of course!" Hikari said, smiling. "I'll walk you to the door, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine set aside her cup and stood up gracefully, stopping to smooth out her skirts as she got up and followed Hikari to the door.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much for letting me come over! I really hope that your birthday will go well. You deserve it, Hikari-san!" she smiled and retrieved her shoes. "And I will definitely get in touch with you if I end up joining a drama group! Make sure you don't forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't forget! I promise!" Hikari vowed, opening the door. "Thank you so much, it was great to finally meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine gave a formal bow before heading out. "And be sure to let me know when you start ballet again!" she added with a grin. "I look forward to seeing you again, Hikari-san! Please keep in touch, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will! And you too!" Hikari said, grinning before closing the door. Sliding against it, she took a deep breath. That was no where near what she anticipated it. She had had a good time with Catherine. "Maybe it's finally time to move on, Hikari..." she said to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine found herself humming a little tune as she left the building. Hikari was just as wonderful as she had heard! She was so grateful to have her as a friend. &lt;br /&gt;She pulled out her phone to call a taxi and paused, her memory clearing. &lt;i&gt; Didn't Takeru say that he and Hikari used to..? &lt;/i&gt; she shook her head. Even if that were true, Hikari and her were friends now, so she had nothing to worry about... At least, she hoped not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[OOC: Formatting is fixed. o.O]]</content>
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    <title>paper_angelxo @ 2007-04-02T19:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-03T00:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-03T00:10:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Okay, everyone, just admit it, especially you, Daisuke. I am an absolutely horrendous excuse for a friend. First I was late wishing Miyako happy birthday, now you Daisuke. There's no excuse for this and I feel terrible. I hope you can forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;big&gt;Happy Birthday, Daisuke!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering my track history as of late, I just am terrible at this friend thing. Saturday was a good example of that. Note to self; when you think it's not a good idea to call someone...just trust your instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I cannot believe I'm still going on about...&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. It's been far too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...I just can't seem to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what they say is true, guys do prefer blondes over brunettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened on Saturday, Takeru? You asked me to tell you what I felt, and though I tried, I really did, but I couldn't. All I did was say a bunch of things that have been running through my mind for ages and it did nothing. And then you brought up guilt? What is there to be guilty about? That you broke up with me? Something about that just doesn't sit well with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; that I haven't really moved on, I truly do. Yet I don't know how to explain this to you without saying it like an accusation on your part. You've moved on, that's clear. You have Catherine and I'm alone, still wondering what it is I must have done to screw things up with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I did, didn't I? You're the one who wanted to break up...Something I must have done or said must have irked you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand you right now! And it drives me crazy. This is the first time in years that I haven't been able to read you, and it &lt;i&gt;kills&lt;/i&gt; me. What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? Tell me and I'll do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep saying it's all your fault, you're the one to blame. Well...maybe it's just my fault...</content>
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    <published>2007-03-31T04:18:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">First of all, happy belated birthday to Miyako. I am a horrible friend, aren't I? ;____;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been taking over my life and a part of me is thankful for it. &lt;s&gt;That way I can avoid what I wish to avoid...&lt;/s&gt; But a bigger part of me hates it, which I suppose is typical of anyone with a job. ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onii-chan, I'm sorry for not responding to you earlier, but I'd &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to do something with you~! Anytime! Really!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* I need a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again, I am so out of the loop that this &lt;i&gt;loop&lt;/i&gt; is just a small speck of a circle in the distance. I've been such a bad friend...to everyone. I feel horrible...how can I make it up to them? It's not fair for me to just drop in and out of everyone's lives. Is that what I've been doing? I have no idea what's going on with Catherine...or why she's staying at Takeru's apartment. It's their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have really no right to know, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it, Hikari. Stop it right now. You are not bitter, you are not this brat that you've been acting like. Stop it, stop it, stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and put a smile on your face. Things will work themselves out, they just will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it'll take time to accept it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[OOC: &lt;big&gt;GAHI'MSORRYPLEASEDON'THATEME!!!&lt;/big&gt; Gosh, you all must be sick of my constant apologizing. But real-life has sucked lately, and I didn't really want it to reflect in my posts...though I worry that it did in this one. @.@ Love you all~ I will try my hardest to get back on track (along with a million other things~) ^^;;</content>
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