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Takari Week 2022 [Day 4 prompt: Sick Day]
A shorter one this time! Also, it’s not hard to figure out what this story is about, so if you still experience some sensitivities about recent unprecedented events, please proceed with caution
Title: Coco-V
Character: Hikari Yagami & Takeru Takaishi
Pairings: Takari (for @takariweek )
Word Count: 2507
Rating: G
Summary: Takeru got sick during the Winter of 2021. Despite his best effort to keep Hikari at bay, she shows up at his door anyways, breaking all rules and guideline just to make sure he’s taken care of.
Cross-posted on AO3
Read below the cut 👇🏻
Coco-V
Some days, Takeru thought it might have been better if he died somewhere in the Digital World, perhaps gotten in the way of a Digimon attack, or fallen off a cliff and drowned in the digital ocean.
And today was one of those days.
His body was on fire, joints and muscles ached down to the very last cell. He could barely breathe through his congested nose, and his throat was scratchy from non-stop coughing.
Devimon’s got nothing on this pesky virus.
He had Yamato to blame for visiting him last week, and Yamato had Taichi to blame for attending his friend’s house party the week before, despite their warnings for him to stay home.
Of course it had to be Taichi. It was always Taichi.
He pulled his comforter up, blacking out to an uncomfortable sleep before his cough came back with a vengeance, rattling his lungs like phlegm-filled maracas. When it was finally over, he groaned as he pulled his body over, fingers feeling for the hard edges of a tissue box when a series of duck quacks pulsed through the air.
He groaned again, fumbling around his mattress in search of his phone. He answered without looking at the screen, knowing the quacks were a special ringtone he set just for…
“Hikari?”
There was a momentary pause, followed by familiar giggles, “You sound terrible,” she noted.
Takeru coughed again, before dropping his entire body down on the mattress.
“Thanks, I hadn’t noticed,” he grumbled.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to rub it in. But hey, how are you feeling?”
“Terrible,” he responded, “They weren’t kidding about this virus. I haven’t been this sick in years”
“Yeah, Taichi is finally getting over it now, but he’s still coughing up a storm, though. I heard those don’t go away for weeks, sometimes months.”
Takeru moaned, “Great…”
“By the way, are you in your room?”
“Yeah…why?”
“Can you come open the door for me?”
Takeru’s back shot straight up in dismay, but vertigo threatened to take him down once again. Somehow, he managed to steady himself enough to survey his dark bedroom, the door slightly ajar to bring in light from the outside.
“Door? What door?” he demanded.
Hikari giggled again, “The door to your apartment, silly.”
“What? Why? Why am I opening my apartment door for you?”
“Because I’m standing in front of your front door right now. I didn’t want to ring the doorbell in case you were asleep, so I thought I would call first to see if you were awake”
“Hikari!” he barked out, rolling out of bed with the grace and dexterity of a two left-footed troll. He stumbled outside, but just before exiting his room, he grabbed two masks from his desk, then a third one after a slight pause.
“Takeru? Are you still there?” came Hikari’s voice through the phone.
“Yes,” he responded before securing all three masks on, “But, I am NOT opening the door for you,” he declared. He arrived before the door separating his apartment from the outside world and peered through the peephole.
There she was, Hikari Yagami in all her glory. By her sides were two large bags of grocery, a pink hat atop of her head paired with a blue face mask. She seemed to have sensed his presence and waved enthusiastically at the peephole.
“Go home, Hikari. I am not opening the door for you,” he yelled through the door.
“Why not?” she demanded. Even with the mask and the limited vision offered by the peephole, Takeru could tell she was scowling, her hands on her waist as she glared at the door.
“Hikari, I am sick. I told you I took the test and it was positive…”
“You’re pregnant?”
“Stop it! Stop playing dumb! I can’t be around you, Hikari, or I’ll get you sick, too. Why are you even here anyways?”
“I’m here…to cook you some soup,” she raised one of the grocery bags to the peephole. Takeru could see leeks and carrots spewing out of the bag.
He groaned in response, pressing the top of his head against his palm, “Hikari, go home”
“No, open the door”
“I told you I’m not opening the door. I am not going to risk getting you sick.”
“I’m not leaving until you open the door,” she pressed repeatedly on the buzzer beside his door. Immediately, the bell chimed all around Takeru, aggravating his migraine.
“Stop stop stop stop, I’m serious, I can’t let you in. The Health Minister person said…”
“Takeru, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this,” Hikari interrupted. She reached into her pocket and produced a key, a crest of hope charm dangling on the other end.
Shit.
“That’s not fair,” he declared.
“You forgot I have the spare key to your apartment. If you don’t let me in, then I’ll come in myself.”
Takeru groaned, smashing his head against the door repeatedly until Hikari spoke up again.
“Hurting yourself will only make me come in quicker,” Hikari warned
“That’s not fair. That key is for emergencies.”
“This is an emergency,” she countered.
Takeru rolled his eyes, but he knew this was a battle he could not win. At the very least, this could happen on his terms, so he could ensure Hikari was safe.
“Fine,” he grumbled, “But we have to wear masks the entire time”
“Deal”
“And I’m staying in my room, and you can’t come in. I don’t care what the circumstances are, even if I start having a seizure, you cannot come within six feet of me. I forbid you”
“Fine, I won’t go anywhere near your room, promise”
“And you have to sanitize everything, and wear gloves…”
“Whatever, yes, okay, can you open the door now?”
Takeru sighed, then turned to survey his apartment, “Give me a moment,” he called out.
He darted to his kitchen cupboard, then pulled out a container of Lysol wipes. His head was swimming, his eyes were watering, everything before him was fog and haze, but he wiped down every surface he could find. Kitchen counters, tables, chairs, moving as quickly as hurriedly as he could with one eye closed to combat the nausea and headache.
On the other side of the door, he heard knocking, followed by Hikari’s voice.
“Takeru? Are you cleaning? If so, you don’t have to, just go to your room and rest, you’re probably making it worse by going around now and touching surfaces you didn’t touch before.”
He froze and looked down at the area he was working on, a random step stool he didn’t even know he had.
Hikari was right. Fuck why was he so stupid?
“Okay, wait, hang on,” he called out. He threw the wipe into the garbage, then stumbled into his room, closing the door with a bang. Once situated on his bed, he took out his phone and dialed Hikari’s number. She responded on the first ring.
“Can I come in now?” she demanded.
Takeru sighed, “Yes. But remember what we agreed on, masks, gloves, and sanitizer.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah”
He heard his apartment door click open, followed by the squeak of hinges and footsteps shuffling in.
“Seriously, Hikari, why on earth did you come over?” Takeru asked over the phone.
“I told you, I’m here to cook you soup”
“But you didn’t have to”
From beyond his room, he heard the opening and closing of cabinets, then clattering of pots and pans.
“It’s not that I have to, Takeru, I want to. Yamato is also isolating because he’s sick, your mom is on the other side of Odaiba, at least I live in the same building so I can come over and take care of you while you recover.”
“I can take care of myself,” he countered.
“I’m sure you can, but not while you’re this sick,” Hikari responded over the sound of rushing faucet water.
“I’m not that sick”
“Didn’t you just say you haven’t been this sick in years?”
Takeru winced, internally cursing himself for shooting himself in the foot.
“Fine, yes, I’m sick, but that’s the point, Hikari. I could never forgive myself if I got you this sick as well.”
Hikari laughed. Takeru could now hear chopping and peeling, the sounds of his garbage can lid opening and closing. He didn’t want to admit it, but the sound of Hikari cooking offered a comfort he could not describe, like listening to a professional orchestra performing a perfect symphony.
“I’ve been teaching kindergarteners for 10 years, Takeru. My immune system can take down anything my body throws at it.”
“But we don’t have immunity against this virus. That’s why it’s dangerous to get sick.”
“I’ll be fine, Takeru. I took care of Taichi this past week on my own. But if you’re that worried, I promise you I’ll be careful. I’ll double-mask, I’ll wear gloves, I’ll wipe down every surface, I’ll wash and sanitize my hand twice every hour, kay?”
No, it wasn’t okay. But he was too tired, too light-headed to argue. So he settled down on his bed, listening to the rhythm of Hikari’s chopping, interrupted every few beats by water rushing out of the kitchen faucet.
“Fine,” he conceded with a yawn, “But I’m not happy.”
Hikari snorted through the phone, “Just lay down and rest, Takeru. You need it.”
He obliged, closing his eyes with the phone still pressed against his ears. As the world began blacking out, he heard Hikari hum through the phone. The tune sounded familiar, but he couldn’t tell what it was, only that it sounded luxurious and warm against his ailing soul.
—
For how long he slept, he didn’t know. But he jerked awake to the sound of ducks quacking from his phone.
With his eyes still heavy with sleep, he fumbled around the bed, hands guiding through the geography by memory before he found his phone just inches away from his face.
“Hello,” he croaked and immediately launched into a torrent of coughs.
“Hello? Takeru? Are you okay?” came Hikari’s voice, barely audible in-between his coughs.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” he spoke, or barely spoke. His voice seemed caught in his throat, drowned in all the mucus and phlegm.
“Sorry, Takeru. I didn’t mean to wake you but…well…I didn’t want the soup to get cold, and I just want to make sure you eat something. Your body needs it.”
“Soup?” he pressed his palm against his pounding head, and bit-by-bit, the memories of their conversation through closed doors and phone filtered back. It wasn’t a dream after all. Somehow, the thoughts made him smile in delirium.
“O-okay,” he gasped out, “I’ll have some after, I promise. Get some rest Hikari, take a test later if you can just to make sure you didn’t caught it from me”
“Actually, the soup is beside you right now.”
Takeru shot up from the bed, and immediately regretted it.
“Ow,” he whined, pressing his hand against his head.
“What happened?” Hikari demanded.
“Nothing, nothing, my sinuses…” he looked beside him and sure enough, there rested a heaping bowl of soup with chunks of carrots, celery, and bits of chicken swimming inside, a mug of something mysterious beside the bowl.
“I also made you some honey lemon tea, there are bits of ginger inside, too. I know you don’t like ginger but…”
“Hikari! We agreed you won’t come into my room. You broke the rules.”
Hikari scoffed, “Will you relax? I wore my masks, I did my handwashing, and I was only in there for like five seconds. I’ll be fine, Takeru. I did it for Taichi when I was taking care of him last week and he’s a lot less careless than you, I can tell you that”
“I don’t care, Hikari. You need to take a test right now. Please”
Hikari sighed, “Fine…do you have one laying around?”
“Do I have one? What does it matter? You’re not coming back here until I’m…”
But just then, his tirade was interrupted by the sound of running water…coming from outside his room. He gasped, rushing off the bed and pulling the door open with shaky hands.
There she was in all her glory, Hikari Yagami by the sink, halfway through rinsing off a pile of dirty dishes. The moment she saw the door open, she raised her gloved hands, a bright smile evident on her face despite the mask she was wearing.
Takeru squeaked and slammed the door, pressing his hand against his mouth, realizing a moment too late that he had forgotten to wear his mask.
“Hikari? You’re still here?” he demanded through his phone.
“Yes, of course. How else am I going to make sure that you’re taken care of while you’re sick?”
“You don’t have to, Hikari. Please just go home.”
“I told you, it’s not that I have to, it’s that I want to. Now go back to bed and eat your soup.”
Takeru groaned, but nevertheless stumbled back to his bed and pulled the soup towards him.
“How long are you planning to stay?” he questioned.
“How long are you isolating?”
“Hikari! This is not reasonable. What about work?”
“Virtual classes, I brought my laptop. You’ll have to excuse the alphabet singing tomorrow morning, but if you’re anything like Taichi, you’ll be asleep through it all.”
“Unbelievable,” Takeru mumbled before taking a sip of the tea Hikari prepared. It was still warm, and practically tasteless on account of how congested he was.
“How’s the soup?” Hikari inquired.
He took a sip of the soup, chewing on a hardy chunk of carrot. Once again, it was tasteless, but it was warm and comforting. It was Hikari in a bowl.
“Amazing,” he responded before taking another sip.
Hikari giggled, “I made lots, so they’ll be enough for breakfast tomorrow, too. But I’m thinking I’ll prepare some congee for your lunch tomorrow, just so you can have something different”
Takeru murmured an agreement, but he knew it wouldn’t make a difference. It would just be as bland as the soup and tea he just had, but perhaps the change in texture would help.
“Hey Hikari,” he called out in-between sips of soup.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for coming by and taking care of me.”
Even though he couldn’t see her, he knew Hikari was probably smiling that distinct smile. The one that lit up her face and brought sunshine to his soul. It was a smile she reserved just for him, so he considered it his greatest treasure.
“Don’t mention it, Takeru. I know you would have done the same for me,” she responded.
It was his turn to flash his distinct smile, the one he reserved just for her.
“You know me too well,” he responded, and carried on eating the soup with Hikari on the phone, the sound of love and care ringing out on the other side of his door.
Even though he could barely taste it, he was positive that this was the best soup he has ever had.
#Digimon#Digimon Adventure#Takeru Takaishi#Hikari Yagami#takari#takariweek#takariweek2022#Breewrites
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was going through my drafts and found this short takari fic rec list i collated probably sometime last year!
i think I meant to list like 20 fics or something, so this list (of six) is very incomplete. i may make that more comprehensive list in the future, but definitely not now T____T so here’s my very very incomplete list of takari fics i loved from 2021! it is definitely not exhaustive (TAKARI WEEK WAS JUST SO WILD THAT YEAR) but just bumping these fics right now for what it’s worth!
[Literal AU] Across the universe by SunLight (update from 2022: This list is so dated that SunLight has already started posting Across the universe on ao3! so in the good year of the lord 2022 check that out instead! it has a chapter count estimate!)
[Drama] Perhaps Love by Sunlight (but on ao3 this time lol)
[Angst] Tanabata by Chloe (@digitalworldbound)
[Angst] Look for Me When I Go by Becky (@stoppingtosmelltheflowers)
[Fluff] Diamond in the Sky by Becky (@stoppingtosmelltheflowers)
[Humor] Intervention by @uniarycode
#digimon#digimon adventure#takari#takeru takaishi#hikari yagami#ancient drafts#tbf i intentionally didnt queue this#cause its incomplete#but i just kno i wont have the energy for an extensive list anytime soon#im sorry takari writers and fics i missed i miss having time to read all your fics too T_____T#but hey check these out anyway i loved these fics in 2021#queue#finally
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Takari Week 2021 Dates!
Hello, everyone! Sorry for the delay in pushing out these dates--real life is busy busy busy, huh? Anyhoo, it’s time to announce the dates for Takari Week this year!
*dramatic drumroll*
August 15-21!!!
Hey how about that that’s right before @koumiweek isn’t it (I definitely didn’t plan it that way ahaha).
Thank you to everyone who filled out the survey! Now that the dates are set, I’ll make a separate post shortly to lay out the prompts for the week!
Once again, thank you for your support! <3
-Mod Genork
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day six: separation
summary: a sequel of sorts to "unexpected". hikari has to tell takeru the news.
tw: brief discussion of outcomes of a pregnancy
The examination table was uncomfortable. Her gown hung loose over her thin frame, something Hikari considered a blessing when she was able to wrap it around herself to keep the doctor’s cold hands at bay.
“What brings you in today?” Hikari’s doctor seemed kind enough. He flipped through her file, skimming his eyes across her vitals and symptoms. His smile reminded her of Jou, though he lacked the existential dread that was a trademark of her senior. Amongst the posters of glowing mothers and anatomical diagrams, her doctor looked downright cheerful. Her stomach churned.
“I think I might be…” her voice trailed off. White splotches formed around her knees where she had pressed them together. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the doctor, shame coloring her cheeks.
The doctor hummed in acknowledgement. “Well, your blood test does confirm that you are, in fact, pregnant.” Hikari flinched. It didn’t make sense. She had convinced herself that the pregnancy test she took at home didn’t count; the box itself said it was only ninety-seven percent accurate. Statistics had always been on her side, so why were they failing her now?
He gave her a few moments to collect herself before breaking the silence once more. “Would you like to hear your options?”
Hikari’s laughter sounded forced and hollow. “Options? Like what? Choosing between which family member murders me when I tell them?”
“Depending on what you choose, you may not have to tell them. Legally, you are an adult and can choose your favorable outcome of this…situation” Hikari’s wild eyes and quivering lip stirred something in the doctor’s stomach. She looked so small on the table, so young. Her file said she was nineteen years old, but the girl in front of him was heartbreakingly frail.
“You may not be able to control how your family will react, but you can decide what happens from here on out.” The doctor leaned against the sterile counter, clipboard pushed aside. “Firstly, you can choose to carry the baby to full term. After you give birth, you can either keep the child or sign it up to become adopted by another family.” He paused. Hikari wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, eyelashes clumped with unshed tears.
Clearing the lump in his throat, the doctor continued. “As of right now, you are only about seven weeks along. If you don’t like your first two options, there is still enough time to get an abor- “
“No, please.” Her voice was hoarse, cracking as the weight of her responsibility hit her.
He watched as her tears riveted down her cheeks before excusing himself politely. There wasn’t anything else he could do for her; it was her choice.
-
It was well past dinner time when Hikari tip-toed into their shared apartment. With all of the lights off, she could pretend that she was alone. With the lights off, she could ignore the plate of food that had been waiting for her and her boyfriend’s shoes by the door. It was time to tell him.
Takeru’s voice seeped out from underneath their bedroom door. “I don’t know what’s happening! That’s why I’m calling you. She won’t tell me anything, Miyako. Please, please, help me out.” It could have been the distress in his voice or the ultrasound crumpled in her hands, but Hikari’s eyes burned. Initially, she hadn’t wanted to burden him. A basketball scholarship and creative writing major would be abandoned for her. For them. Takeru would happily give up his dreams and hopes if Hikari so much as asked. She loved him so wholly and completely that she couldn’t bear to tell him the news; he would give up everything for her.
His footsteps traced the outline of their bedroom. She imagined him running his fingers through his hair like he did when he was frustrated. Miyako’s answer must have been vague, as Takeru’s voice rose to a new decibel.
“If it’s just a stomach bug, why has she been avoiding me? She won’t even let me touch her!” Takeru’s voice cracked. He was damned if she told him, he was damned if she didn’t.
Blood pounded in her ears. Though Hikari did her best to stay quiet, the hinges on the bedroom door gave her away. Blond hair whipped in her direction, her heart splintering.
His eyes puffy and bloodshot, Takeru was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was so unfair that he was his prettiest when he was distraught. Sniffling, he pulled her limp body to his chest. A shiver ran through her body as Takeru’s tears dampened her fringe. “Please.”
He knew that she had heard everything. Playing dumb was no longer an option. His voice trembled, his heart beating so fast, so erratically that it scared Hikari.
She relished in his warmth for a moment, letting her arms circle around her stomach. Once she told him, there would be no taking it back. It would hang between them, it would ruin everything. He loved her, even now. His heart solely belongs to her, and Hikari was about to crush it.
“Takeru.” It could have been the way her voice shook, or how she pushed him away. Regardless, his eyes were on her. The concern etched into his features nearly unraveled her. A lump crawled into her throat, a fresh wave of tears spilling over onto her cheeks.
Words spilled out of her. They didn’t make sense to her, but Takeru was kind. He listened so intently that it made her skin crawl. When the words finally dried up, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “Hikari, I don’t understand.” Slowly, he inched towards her as if she were a feral cat.
She wanted to run, but his hands held her firmly in place. He didn’t say anything else, choosing to press their foreheads together. His hands were shaking, his eyelashes clumped together. And yet, he was so gentle. He wanted to make sure that she was okay.
The ultrasound was crumpled before she handed to him, but his grip could have torn it in half. “Hikari, I don’t understand.”
Her tears dripped into her palms as she held her face in shame. “I’m pregnant.”
A sharp gasp shattered her heart. It’s best if he leaves, she reminded herself, but she wanted nothing more than for him to stay. Selfishly, wholeheartedly, she wanted him with her.
Then, she was flying. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his, blindingly bright and full of promises she wasn’t sure he would keep. He spun her around and around until the smallest of giggles mingled with his own.
Setting her down, his hands found hers on her stomach. The doctor had told her that her bump wouldn’t be visible for another few weeks, but Hikari held his hand firmly in place. Takeru didn’t speak, lips trailing kisses across her face and down her neck.
“Takeru, I’m scared.” With his blind hair tickling her chin, it was hard to gauge his reaction.
He hugged her tight, snuggling further into her neck. “I’m terrified,” he admitted. “We’re so young, and there’s still so much that I want to do.” Hikari tensed. This was it.
“But,” he cupped her cheeks in between his palms, planting a kiss of reassurance on her lips, “I love you. You are the thing I am most sure about. This baby is an extension of you; of us. I’ll do whatever I need to take care of you both for the rest of my life.” A pair of thumbs wiped away her fresh tears. “That is, if you’ll have me.”
A gasp, then a pair of hands pulling closer. “Yes,” she whispered against his lips.
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“Observing”
Observing
Word Count: 268
Prompt: “Sibling Shenanigans,” Day 1 of Takari Week 2021
Featured Characters: Tai Kamiya & Matt Ishida
A/N: Continuing on the train of the side characters in love stories, I wanted to do a funny thing featuring Tai and Matt observing T.K. and Kari going on a date. I love meddling big brothers, haha. I tried something and decided to make this a dialogue-only type of drabble. Fun!
I tried to make this really reflect the types of background shenanigans that go on in the background. Also, I wanted to sort of hone in on the sibling relationships, because those are important to remember, even in a love story. I hope you enjoy!
@takariweek
"Okay, so we got them together. Remind me why we're here?"
"We need to make sure everything goes well! We have to be their guardian angels?"
"Tai, that's why they have Gatomon and Patamon."
"They're not here now, are they?"
"That's beside the point."
"I'm not spying on my brother while he's on a date."
"What, you don't wanna make sure someone doesn't try to beat him up to get to Kari?"
"...I hate that that convinced me."
"I watch a lot of anime."
~ ~ ~
"It's going really well. Think we can leave them alone now?"
"Not yet. I gotta make sure he takes good care of her."
"Are you doubting my brother?"
"Not at all. But I have to be a big brother, don't I?"
"Why do I feel like I've seen this in an anime before?"
"I do not have a sister complex."
"I beg to differ."
"If I have a sister complex, you have a brother complex."
"At least I admit it."
"SHHHHH! They're coming this way!"
"Look at what a gentleman he is."
"I will not be deterred, Matt."
"Alright, come on, we're leaving."
"BUT THEM—"
"They'll be fine without us. They're certainly more mature than you."
"But I don't wanna goooooooo!"
"Hey, it's okay, buddy. I'll buy you some ice cream."
"YAYYYYYY!"
~ ~ ~
"Tai, was that you being dragged by your ear from the park?"
"Definitely not."
"T.K. said he saw Matt, too."
"You are mistaken."
"He's a good guy, Tai."
"I know. I just have to be a big brother sometimes, you know."
"Yeah, yeah."
"So how was your daaaaaaaate?"
"Here we go—"
#digimon#takari week 2021#takari week#gen writes#digimon drabble#takari week day 1#gotta love tai being silly#and matt being done(tm)#i promise everything after this will feature the actual takari
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Takari Week 2021, Day 1 - Sibling Shenanigans.
Things have gotten too bad, Taichi and Yamato need an intervention. And if they pay close attention, they might learn something important.
Nah, who we kidding.
Written as part of @takariweek
In some ways, Yamato was Taichi’s closest friend. They had gone through hell and back together, forming an unbreakable bond.
That said, they had different tastes in music, TV, and basically anything. Taichi preferred to watch sports and anime, Yamato preferred dramas and cooking shows. Taichi flourished in the company of others, Yamato demurred in the presence of anyone he wasn’t familiar with.
But one pastime they could both agree on was a good old fashion round of Smash. Whenever it was just the two of them, they generally sat down, fired up the N64, and just let their preferred characters bash one out.
As they were doing until a few seconds ago when an unsightly banner obscured their view of the television. “intervention” was proudly displayed, with one ‘i’ dotted with the crest of courage and the other with the crest of friendship. The phrase was repeated in Japanese, just underneath, in case the translation caused them to miss the point.
Either end of the banner was affixed to a small wooden tripod, being gently lowered to the ground by a devious sibling.
“What’s going on?” Yamato grumbled, still mashing buttons on the control in hopes of gaining an edge. “And when did you even have time to make that?”
Hikari ignored the protestation “We’re here because we’re your family and we care about you. We hoped that time would heal this wound, but time is no longer on our side. You two will be going to college soon, and we need to break through to you before too late.”
“What are you talking about?” Taichi asked. “We were in the middle of something.”
“Smash can wait, we can’t keep putting this off.” She took a deep breath. “This may be hard to hear, but please understand, it needs to be said: You are atrocious when talking to girls.”
“What?”
“Look Taichi, you’ve already near exhausted all your high school options, if something doesn’t change, you’re going to end up alone and unloved, filling your apartment with pets for some form of companionship.”
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” he asked. She solemnly shook her head ‘No’ in response.
“Can I go?” Yamato cut in. “I have a girlfriend, if you remember. We’ve been dating for years now.”
“Yes, and she still calls me to rant about it after every date.” Takeru cut. “I can only clean up your messes for so long Yamato, you have to learn how to do it yourself. Or better yet, don’t make messes in the first place.”
“Ouch.” Taichi said, casting a sideways glance at his co-captive.
“You aren’t any better Taichi,” Hikari shot, “You had seven people and eight Digimon wingmaning you on a simple phone call, and you still managed to mess it up.”
This time it was Yamato who glanced at Taichi.
“Now.” Takeru said “The first thing you need to learn is observation. If you pay attention to someone and signal that you notice when something changes. This shows you care enough about the other person to actually look at them and remember what they looked like yesterday.”
He cleared his throat, “For example, if say, your girlfriend decides to style her hair differently, you should maybe compliment the style change, instead of being oblivious. Wouldn’t you say, Yamato?”
“It was one time.” Yamato grumbled.
“Perhaps a practical demonstration would be better.” Hikari said. “Oh, Takeru, Honey, sorry I’m late, the train was delayed.”
“Don’t worry about it Babe, I’m just glad you’re here. Hey is that a new ring?”
“Why yes, thank you for noticing,” she said, bringing her hands up and giving the ring a twirl. “my BFF got it for me as an end-of-middle school present.”
“Ahh, I could tell it was someone close to you, that’s your birthstone on top right?”
“Yep.”
Takeru turned back towards his unwillingly captive audience. “See how I not only noticed the ring, remarked upon it, but also showed I remember her birth date.”
Taichi looked across at Yamato, “Do you know any of the birthstones?” A shrug was the only answer.
“You may think observation is only for what you can see, but it’s deeper than that. Any piece of information falls under observation, and if you like a girl, you will do your best to remember anything you learn about her.” Hikari said.
“Observation is really important, right Hikari?” Takeru asked.
“Very, but knowing everything can’t help if you don’t know how to use it. Which brings us to lesson two.”
“Is this whole thing just a ploy for your sister to practice being a teacher?” Yamato muttered.
“Tact!” Hikari and Takeru declared in unison.
“Tact is pretty tricky. You mostly define it by what not to do. Like not being a dumbass.” Takeru said.
“True, tact can be hard to see when done well. It’s basically about avoiding the obvious traps. For example, when calling a girl whose Maine coon died recently, you should maybe try and avoid mentions about that dead cat, unless she needs to vent. Isn’t that right, Taichi?”
“That was one time.” He protested.
“Right, right, a demonstration?” Takeru asked, pulling a magazine out from behind his back, and pretending to flip through the pages.
“Oh Honey, there you are.” Hikari said looking him up and down. She paused for a few seconds, then pulled lightly on his arm. “Say, I hear there’s a Harry Potter-themed escape room running these days, how about we go there on our next date.”
Takeru put the magazine down “Oh, what’s that? Thanks Babe.” he asked.
Hikari turned back towards the couch. “Notice how I observed the story about his favorite basketball star being caught in a scandal, and deflected toward other interests, instead of stepping on that land mine.”
“How would we even think to notice that?” Yamato grumbled.
“With observation of course.” Takeru replied. “Notice everything, even the things that aren’t being conveyed directly.”
“Being perfect might work for you Takeru, but some of us are human.” Taichi said.
“Oh, I’m hardly the only guy with a girlfriend. You just have to put some effort in.” Takeru said, “Which is as good a segue as any to topic three: Compliments.”
“I know how to give a compliment.” Taichi said.
“Do you?” Hikari asked. “So if you were at the beach with say Sora, or Mimi, or Meiko, you would be able to properly compliment their swimsuits?”
“One time!” Yamato and Taichi yelled together.
“And yet three failures. Pretty poor performance when you think about it.” Takeru said.
“Compliments can be tricky; they require you to combine the previous two skills. You need to observe someone so the compliment makes sense, but you also need tact. Something that’s a compliment to one person may be a touchy subject to another.” Hikari explained.
“Especially when it comes to appearance and body parts,” Takeru said, “and you don’t want to get too accustomed to your compliments either, keep them fresh and exciting.”
“It’s amazing isn’t it Taichi?” Yamato asked.
“So many words and I don’t think they said anything.” He agreed.
“Perhaps the demonstration then.” Takeru said, turning to his partner. “Hikari, I saw you reading to some of the elementary students today, boy am I lucky to have such a kind girlfriend.”
“Don’t mention it. I enjoy it, and I like to think they did too. Say, can you open this jar for me? It should be easy for a strong man like you.” Hikari said.
Takeru mimed grabbing and opening a jar. “Anything for you Babe, say, is that a new shirt, you look positively radiant today.”
Hikari raised her hand to cover her giggle, “I’m so glad I have such a funny boyfriend. You know this is the school uniform, I’ve been wearing it for almost three years now.”
“Huh, you’re right. I guess I never noticed, every time I look at you I can’t help but be overwhelmed by those pools of milky hazel, whenever I see them, my troubles float away and I feel like I have the strength of a thousand men. I could spend hours just staring into those wells of pure emotion.”
“I, uh, uhh, I like your eyes too?”
Takeru let out a large laugh and the pair turned back to the couch to find it no longer occupied.
“That’s no good. They’ll never learn like this.” Takeru admonished
Hikari raised her hands again, twirling the promise ring on her finger. “Do you think they noticed?” she asked.
“Them? No way.” Takeru replied, “but that’s what makes it fun. See how long it takes before they catch on.”
“What if someone else tells them we’re dating first?”
Takeru shrugged, “Just say we already told them, they just weren’t paying enough attention.”
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a walk home (hiroaki-takeru)
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never gonna leave this bed (taichi-sora)
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this song saved my life (ken-yamato)
girl’s talk (hikari-mimi)
thunderstorm and hell (koushiro-takeru)
her summer dress (jyou-mimi)
iridescent sugar clouds (taichi-sora)
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I posted 1.843 times in 2021
110 posts created (6%)
1733 posts reblogged (94%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 15.8 posts.
I added 1.477 tags in 2021
#digimon - 331 posts
#digimon fanart - 274 posts
#taiora - 213 posts
#digimon adventure: 2020 - 117 posts
#taichi yagami - 105 posts
#taiora queue - 98 posts
#sora takenouchi - 96 posts
#tds countdown - 85 posts
#:') - 81 posts
#<3 - 77 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#and now i'm reading this and i'm literally crying because i feel like a sappy lil bean teacher who just had too much swellings of the heart
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
Digiweek Day 7 - Free day | TAIORA DISCORD ANNOUNCEMENT!
It's the 1st of August, Odaiba Memorial Day and @digiweek is coming to an end. So this day I would like to end Digiweek and celebrate the 1st of August with a little bang...
As some of you might know we are currently building a Taiora Discord server. It's not open yet, we want to be prepared in the best way possible and I can tell you: we're on our way! And it's gonna be awesome! :D
This way we would like to announce we have our minds set on opening up the server in 5 weeks from now! Mark it down in every calendar you own: SUNDAY 5TH OF SEPTEMBER 12AM (GMT+1)!
Yes, the server will be mainly Taiora focused, but you don't have to be a ride or die Taiora-shipper or whatsoever to join. Every multi-shipper (yes for taishiro, sorato, michi, sokari, taikeru, jyoura, taisuke, sorako but also takari, mimato, jyoumi, koukari, koumi, daikeru, kenyako and so onnn), every poly-shipper (taiorato, taikoura, taiorami :D), every 30+ years old-shipper, hell, even every non-shipper (who does appreciate the Taiora ship or either Taichi or Sora or is still figuring out the wonderful world of digi-shipping) is welcome. It's important to us we can 1) build an open and safe community for Digimon-lovers and 2) connect all the Taiora appreciators from all over the world. Spread the love and courage!
The banner/header at the top of this announcement post is made by the amazing and talented @earlgreymon, who also happened to be one of the mods of this crazy Digiweek event. So please PLEASE give her a big round of applause! And don't forget to applaud @tangledupblue as well ^^
Interested in joining the server eventually? Leave a message, a like, a reblog. (Don't forget to signal boost by reblogging! It's appreciated <3)
Questions? Send me an ask! Or one of the other builders, whom I will now proudly present:
@noctisfishing @doingfondue @snarkyredvelvetlover @stoppingtosmelltheflowers @seventeenlovesthree
(and myself @dutchforstrangers)
For now! Follow the #TaioraDiscordServer -tag for updates. Countdown to September 5th starts NOW :D
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How, in Kizuna, both Yamato and Taichi know what Sora is up to and even though Taichi and Sora grew apart, they still have a special connection that's here to stay forever and shouldn't be left unsaid
Before you read on, two warnings:
Kizuna spoilers!
LONG POST!
Also, a little note and disclaimer: I can see people percepting this post as a Taiora-shipper heavily vouching for romantic!Taiora and bashing Sorato. Interpret it however you like, but just know that's not how I approached this meta. It's Sorato-friendly and Sorato-appreciative. Sure, it gives reasons for romantic!Taiora to have potential in canon, but it's mostly directed on how I see the -platonic- connection between Taichi and Sora and how it's portrayed in the Kizuna movie.
That being said, I do not own Digimon and therefore this is my view on it. I also didn't read the Kizuna novel, so everything not compliant with the novel is due to that. Anyway, happy readings!
Who remembers the Digimon movie Diaboromon strikes back probably knows how Sora is not present during the fight because she's on the tennis club trip. Or actually on her way back. We learn about this, because Koushiro asks where Sora is and Yamato -being her boyfriend obviously- is the only one who knows the answer. Cute boyfriend, truly!
In the Kizuna movie we see a little call back to this particular scene when Yamato and Taichi are eating together and talk about what all the others are up to (and how they seem to be the only ones who have no clue about their future yet. I feel that, unlike Koushiro I didn't run a freaking tech company at 21??!!! Seriously, who does that?!). Taichi sums up all the 01 Chosen Children + Daisuke, except for two: Takeru and Sora. Of course Yamato knows what Takeru is up to, so Taichi leaves that for Yamato to tell.
As for Sora... I think that's a bit harder and I've been thinking about this since the first time I saw it. Especially after I saw this post floating around on my dash every once in a while (and yes the Taiora-shipper in me wants my Taiora-heart to be soothed BUT this is not the main reason, believe me) and I just think Yamato isn't the only one who knows. Now let me try to explain myself.
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TAIORA SHIPPERS UNITE
Source [x]. Thanks to @earlgreymon for pointing me in the direction of this pic.
Last week this very sweet Anon found my Tumblr filled with my never ending courageous love for Taichi and Sora, a.k.a. Taiora <3
Anon asked me about a possible Taiora Discord server. It got me thinking and I’m ready to do an experiment! Because Taiora deserves all the love it can get.
Here’s the deal:
I’m a team player, a brainstormer and dislike working solo. Besides, I’m an ‘on-the-go learner’. So I’m looking for a maximum of 10 Taiora shippers/lovers/likers who want to figure out the wonderful world of Discord with me and build a Taiora server together. This will be for a maximum of 2 months.
Together we can make up the terms/rules/guidelines, channels, roles, et cetera. To me it’s important to create an open and safe space!
We can try some of the features, maybe divide roles (because I don’t feel like moderating this thing all by myself...) and so on. This way I/we can prepare ourselves properly before we open it up to a wider audience!
If you’re interested in taking part in the experiment group/builders group you can send me a message here! I haven’t figured out how to send invitations or how to add new members to a server in Discord yet, so if you do know how to please let me know haha!
If you’re interested in becoming a member of the Discord eventually without being part of the experiment group, you can send me a message as well ;)
For now! Don’t forget to spread the word by liking and/or reblogging this post!
Let's fly high on this Taiora bird, together! <3
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All the Taiora Discord Server - we are OPEN!!!
Taichi: Sora...? What's a 'Taiora'?
Sora: Seriously? Baka...
Taichi: What??! Why you're calling me an idiot, again...?!
Sora: Because you are one. Anyway, Taiora is our names combined, you see 'Tai' is for Taichi and 'ora' is for Sora. People use it to show others they ship us platonically and/or romantically.
Taichi: Ahaaaa... I like it. I ship it.
Sora: Ba-
Taichi: And don't you dare to call me an idiot again! You're shipping 'Taiora' just as hard as others do. Admit it hehe...
Sora: Fine. Yes, I ship us too.
Taichi: Good. Now continue your make out session with the idiot you ship yourself with...
Sora: Oi! Taichi~
Art by @seventeenlovesthree
Join the All the Taiora Discord Server!! Send one of us (@dutchforstrangers @snarkyredvelvetlover @noctisfishing @seventeenlovesthree @doingfondue @stoppingtosmelltheflowers) a message or simply reply to this post or another Taiora Discord Server post and you'll receive the invite link asap :D (keep in mind: we live in different timezones, so some of us might be asleep and won't respond right away hehe)
FEEL WELCOME AND ENJOY <3
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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →
#my 2021 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#me? into taiora...?#what makes you think that?!#gosh i truly have to widen my shipping horizon huh?
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2020 Wrap-Up and 2021 Wishes
I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to do this or not, but I decided, why not? Even though this year was pretty wild for everyone in various ways, I want to celebrate my writing progress and accomplishments, and share with you what I wish for in 2021.
I’ve already posted a similar post on Reddit, although this one has a more detailed breakdown and includes my fic titles! I won’t link any of the fics mentioned, but you can visit my FFN or AO3 pages to find them. You can also click through my Welcome Post or find them all listed here (if you’re on desktop) (*every project I talk about can be found somewhere on my Tumblr :D)
Click below for some nice Fic Stats!! (mostly wordcounts and rambling!!)
Preview: I wrote a good amount of words, got some nice progress on some long fics, churned out dozens of ficlets!! Plus: What’s on my fic mind for 2021, and a short bit about other personal wins.
Before I ramble with numbers, I think we can all agree that we should say goodbye to 2020 this way:
Now, the numbers you’ll see are close approximations to how much I’ve written this year. I’m including works that I’ve published on AO3, FFN, Tumblr, and Reddit, and also works unpublished (and will post probably next year).
So, here it is:
Total Wordcount: 107,662 words!
Dang, I wrote a lot more than I thought. I think there was one year that I wrote 200,000 in a year and I’ve always set that number as my standard. But I’m still pretty happy with this year’s number! I think I’ll make 100K my “soft goal” for 2021 given how topsy-turvy life can go but it would be awesome to hit 200K again :)
And now, we break it down:
Completed Works (54,432 words)
2 Multi-Chaptered Fics (10,353 words)
Both happen to be Sorato! I posted the last chapter of The Sound of His Goodbye back in March (I started the fic late 2019), and I posted all of The Last One Wins towards the end of November. Both gave me reminders earlier and later on in the year that I can complete fics, haha! It’s possible!!! \o/
38 Ficlets/Scenes (19,667 words)
“Ficlets” don’t typically have a wordcount but are generally less than 1,000 words. I’d have to say that the impact of quitting my job, moving back home, and the pandemic brought on major changes and responsibilities that I had to adapt to. Simpler, smaller scale ideas were easier on my basket case of a mind and kept me writing, and that is most likely why for most of the year my inspiration was more drawn toward different little scenes. I got to write for and explore six new fandoms outside of Digimon which is cool!
When I say “scenes,” I mean those that either didn’t fit in the (slightly) larger works I’ve published, or those for future projects (which technically shouldn’t be counted as “complete” but I had to stick them somewhere :P).
9 One-Shots (24,412 words)
Day 6 Prompt of Takari Week just barely made it to be counted as a One-Shot, but the rest in this category are all Taiora: six for Taiora Week, as well as The Princess and the Dragon, and Colors in Distance. The Color Shot was actually sitting unfinished in my drafts for a few months so I’m glad I found the motivation to finish it before the year’s end. The other fics were inspired by prompts with deadlines - this was the first year I’ve participated and completed those and I’m happy I did them!
Works in Progress (53,230 words)
I’ve posted one new chapter each for Digital Recovery (4,770 words) and Tsukiakari (2,292 words) and I had the hope of working more on both of these this year! But you know, this year was tough (see also why I threw so many ficlets at my readers). I had three huge ongoing longfics and I made the decision to set these aside and put my main focus on one of those so as not to overwhelm myself. These fics are mostly planned out. They just need to be written more! We’ve got a long way to go with both of these.
Just One Drink (10,131 words) was.. probably my most popular fic this year, lol. I don’t see this one being too long (I would be surprised if it goes past 50K) but I see myself continue to update this next year. ;)
And let’s talk about The Spark of Dawn (DoreDore Adventure Part II) (24,316 words). This was my chosen longfic to focus on this year, as evidenced by the wordcount, and even the number of chapters I’ve posted - three with 10,659 words total. This fic also carried me through July’s Camp NaNoWriMo where I reached my word count goal of 12,000 words. I think two chapters from that event ended up being posted, and there are still 13,657 words’ worth of content yet to be published. Overall, I think half of this story has been written out (including the content I haven’t posted yet) but that being said, this fic remains as one of my priorities to finish before moving along to my other WIPs!
Here’s a list of the rest of my unpublished works:
Untitled Taiorato Fic (1,433 words)
More Taiora Snapshots (2,454 words)
The Girl Who Stands Out (7,834 words) - This one is a Mimato, and should show up really soon. ;)
2021 Wishes: My main wish is for me to *keep writing*!
I’m already making some pretty elaborate spreadsheets for myself to help track my personal writing and reader stats. Hopefully they help motivate me in my writing progress in 2021!
Toward the end of the year, I felt the need to “clear out” my plot bunnies folder and realized that fics from few ideas weren’t going to be as long as I initially thought. That’s where The Last One Wins came from, as well as The Girl Who Stands Out. I think once the latter is all written out, I will work more on DoreDore and see where it goes.
I want to tackle my “Write Your Melody” prompts, because since I’ve written them I feel obligated to. XD I’m sure there will be room for more ficlets and one-shots in next year’s endeavors; while it’s ideal to work on one big longfic until it’s done, I know for a fact that I’ll need writing breaks along the way.
Other Personal Wins (Not Writing-Related): This year, left a job and living situation that took a toll on my mental health. I also started to learn R and SQL programming languages. I was asked to be a moderator of one of my favorite communities! I made new friendships and a few of my friendships grew. And I found joy and comfort in things I hadn’t been able to in years’ past. I had a fair share of rough moments this year, but looking back at my small wins gave me reminders of the good I have. <3
If you made it to the end of this post, GO YOU. I’m optimistic that next year will bring more good things. I hope to continue remembering to take time to breathe and rest, and keep talking to my friends and loved ones. Many of my wishes are for long-term goals/projects in general, but rather than setting year-end deadlines, I want to focus on just working on them, my efforts varying between chipping away at them little by little, or hardcore-drop-everything-and-spend-the-weekend.
Anyway, thank you for reading! I wish you all the best as we head toward a new year. <3
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day two: holidays
i dedicate my day two to @ri-ships-takari . this is not my best work by any means, but i am very proud of it. it's for you, during this week dedicated to your otp.
summary: Tanabata, or “Star Festival”, celebrates the meeting of the deities Orihime and Hikoboshi (represented by the stars Vega and Altair respectively). According to legend, the Milky Way separates these lovers, and they are allowed to meet only once a year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month
Twenty-three crept up on her, alone in her apartment in the earliest hours of morning. Birthdays had often gone without an affair, but with adulthood breathing down her neck, the sunrise seemed to mock her.
Her balcony overlooked the city she had never quite grown out of. Her friends had been able to spread their wings, pushing themselves against the expanding horizon. Hikari’s comfort lied in the familiarity of the streets and the whispers of memories that followed her.
Taichi’s text messages sat in her inbox; his birthday wishes were obligatory. Takeru’s, however, were not. Between shrugging on her work slacks and scarfing down a lone piece of toast, she allowed herself to consider his offer: Happy Birthday, Hikari. Tanabata festival tonight?
Odaiba was a small island, and Hikari reveled in the way she could walk to work. The fresh air cleared away the cobwebs of sleep and gave her mind space to think. It had been a while since she had seen Takeru, or any of their other friends for that matter.
They had fallen out of sync. Time zones no longer matched up, ambitions driving them further away from one another. It was the natural progression of things, but Hikari couldn’t remember a birthday being so bland.
The Tanabata festival emphasized the star-crossed lovers of Orihime and Hikoboshi, a pair doomed to meeting only once a year. No matter how strong their love, no matter how strong their devotion, there were some distances even they couldn’t cross. It was difficult to not see the similarities; when was the last time she had seen Takeru of her own volition? Her stomach fluttered, a feeling she swallowed down with a cup a coffee.
She was a grown woman. Her apartment was leased in her name; she had a big-girl job. Hikari had come so far, and yet, her heart ached at the thought of spending her birthday alone.
See you then.
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The yukata was ill-fitting at best. It had been a hand-me-down from Miyako several years ago, the once-vibrant pink fading into a sickly flush. Twinkling lights cast a golden haze over the boardwalk, but Hikari couldn’t focus on the hoards of people.
He was walking towards her.
Takeru’s hair was aflame underneath the lights. His shoulders were broader than she remembered, and with the closer he got, it was apparent that he had grown taller. She waited patiently for him to notice her; he always had a knack for finding her in the midst of a crowd.
Sure enough, Hikari offered a reserved smile as his eyes settled on her figure. “You look wonderful.” Takeru was nothing if not polite. Still, she allowed his eyes to wander over her before she paid the compliment back in kind. Neither of them spoke of the palpable tension between them.
Part of her wished he would lose his temper. What are you running from? Why do you keep pushing us away? There would be a strange satisfaction in the way she could make Takeru become unhinged. But, his hand guided her throughout the booths, their chatter never straying from the ordinary.
It had been months since Hikari had last been in his proximity. The smell of his cologne soothed the tension in her shoulders but ignited something in her stomach. He took her on a tour of the food stands, his own yukata brushing against her.
She was three bites into her yakitori when Takeru tugged on her sleeve. They had wandered away from the worst of the crowds, the twinkling lights glowing in the distance. “Look!”
A hand rested on her shoulder while he pointed at something in the night sky. “Do you see those stars?”
Away from the festival lights, the shoreline offered the pair some reprieve. The stars shone brighter by the sea. How long had it been since she had last looked at the sky?
His arm reached around her, pointing at one of the points in the sky, his breath hot on her ear. “Vega and Altair, just over there. Those are the star-crossed lovers.”
It was too much. His warmth seeped through her, his fire igniting her and slowly fanning her back to life. Takeru’s smile was blinding, even more than the stars in the sky. He should come with a side effect warning, she thought, a sudden spell of dizziness uprooting her from their position. Hikari had kicked of her shoes, relishing in the way the sand felt between her toes. It was chilly without his arm wrapped around her, but she had always loved the cold. If her silence bothered him, Takeru never mentioned it. Afterall, Takeru was nothing if not polite.
“I see.” She turned her face towards the sky as if to prove that she was paying attention, but her mind was elsewhere. His own sandals had joined hers, his footsteps muffled by the sand. His approached was expected, but Hikari couldn’t help but jump when his fingers tucked her bangs behind her ears. It was dark, but he felt the heat of her cheek against his fingertips.
She wanted to run.
Two slips of paper were pressed into her hand, his toothy grin being the only explanation. “Let’s make a wish.”
A pen was pulled from the folds of his outfit, and true to form, gave it to her to use first. The sand welcomed her as she plopped down. Hikari silently thanked the gods that there were no other people on the shore to see her act like such a child.
The pen hovered over the thin slip. There was so much that she still wanted. She wanted a job she didn’t hate, an apartment that wasn’t so empty. She wanted someone to spend her life with; she didn’t want to wake up alone.
Takeru stood behind her in the sand, his focus on the steady beat of the waves on the shoreline. The things she wanted couldn’t be written on a piece of paper. She had given up on those things long ago. Hastily, she scratched something out on the paper, more for show than anything else.
Once Takeru had written his, he offered her a hand up. Her small hand was engulfed in his, and for a moment, she let herself imagine that it meant something. The moment floated away on a light breeze that ruffled her bangs, but he made no effort to fix them this time.
He dropped her hand as soon as she was righted on her feet. Silence coated them like an old blanket – warm, but slightly uncomfortable. They walked towards the lights of the festival, to the bonfire that was in full swing.
Hikari smiled up at him, tentatively reaching for his hand once more. It didn’t mean anything, not yet, but she couldn’t bear him thinking that she wasn’t thankful for him. The flames cast a glow on his face, and she could make out the traces of a smile.
He squeezed her hand, dropping his wish into the fire. Twenty-three had crept up on her, but Takeru was an unrelenting constant. They were destined to be together, yet destined to fail. As a pair, they were luminous, so bright that burning each other was inevitable. A pair so hopelessly in love that it drove them apart.
She knew how it would end. She knew that their failure was imminent, yet she took a step forward.
“Happy birthday, Hikari.”
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~Takari Week 2021~
Greetings, friends, acquaintances, and even complete strangers! It’s that time of year again to start planning for Takari Week!
I want to give everyone more time to prepare this time around (especially since this isn’t just a one-off decision like last time), so here’s a survey for timing purposes!
I’ll leave the survey active for at least a week or two to allow plenty of responses.
Happy voting, and thank you all for supporting Takari Week!
-Mod Genork
#takari week#takari week 2021#ship week#digimon#takeru takaishi#hikari yagami#t.k. takaishi#kari kamiya
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day seven: hope and light
🌼 I often listen to music while I write, so here are some songs that inspire me when writing Takari💖💛
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Takari Week Prompts
Based on your votes and the suggestions in the survey, here are the prompts for Takari Week 2021!
August 15: Sibling Shenanigans
August 16: Holidays
August 17: Vacation
August 18: Rainy Day
August 19: Alternate Universe (AU)
August 20: Separation
August 21: Hope & Light
Thank you all for your support, and I hope you all have a lovely Takari Week in a couple months~ :D
If you have any questions about the prompts, please feel free to send an ask! Otherwise, it’s all up to your interpretation!
See you all during Takari Week!
-Mod Genork
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Operation is a Go
Operation is a Go
Word Count: 860
Prompt: “Sibling Shenanigans,” Day 1 of Takari Week 2021
Featured Characters: Tai Kamiya & Matt Ishida
A/N: I love love stories. A lot. Rom coms are some of my favorite movies. But I think something I love a little more is when someone else is involved in the story. Not in a love triangle sort of way, in a “let’s get them together!” sort of way. That’s the vibe I hoped to get across here! So, although this features Tia and Matt, this is very much a Takari story. I hope you enjoy!
@takariweek
If even Tai could see it, then it had to be obvious. Now if only Kari and T.K. could see it, too.
Matt raised an eyebrow as he peered across the table at Tai, who had his thinking face on. It was his intense thinking face, actually, his face all scrunched up as he tried to process something in that brain of his. He waited for Tai to say something, taking a sip of the soda he'd ordered to be polite.
"I think," Tai finally said, "that Kari and T.K. were meant for each other."
"What else is new?" Matt deadpanned, leaning back in his seat. "Been pretty obvious for years."
"No, I mean…" Tai sighed. "I don't think they know."
"T.K. is pretty oblivious when it comes to his own best friend," Matt mused. "Maybe I should ask him."
"Maybe I should ask Kari, too." Tai narrowed his eyes. "Wait. Is this—"
"Tai, no—"
"OPERATION: GET THE SIBLINGS TOGETHER!"
"Oh, Lord."
~ ~ ~
Considering the impulsive nature of Operation: Get the Siblings together, Tai and Matt had come up with a fairly solid plan. Not that asking their siblings how they felt about their best friend was something complicated. Still, they knew they would have to be very particular about their interrogations. Neither of their hellishly observant siblings could know what they were trying to do.
Unfortunately, plans could only work so well.
Tai was anything but subtle. He tried, he really tried, but he was buzzing with the knowledge that Kari could be happy—really, really happy—if she and T.K. just got their act together. And it was his duty as the big brother to ensure his sister's happiness, right?
"How's T.K. doing?" he asked one morning as he made some eggs for his sister. "I haven't heard from him in a while."
"Good. Got a gaggle of girls always flocking around him like geese," she said, munching on a piece of toast. Her hand absentmindedly stroked Gatomon's head while her Digimon curled up on the table. They had long since learned not to shoo her off the table, thanks to those gloves of hers.
"Girls, huh?" Tai murmured, a bolt of panic shooting through him. "How do you feel about that?"
He could feel her eyes burning into his back. His tone hadn't been nearly casual enough. She knew. She knew she knew she knew.
"I'm indifferent," Kari finally said, and Tai looked at her over his shoulder. "I can tell he doesn't really feel the same way about those girls, anyway."
"And how do you feel, Kari?" Tai asked, biting his tongue to keep from saying something even stupider and not according to the plan. He could hear Matt slapping his own face.
Kari met his eyes with a serious look on her face. "Do you have a crush on T.K., Tai?"
"NO—"
"Oh." She didn't look completely convinced, but she shrugged and looked down at her plate, which spoke volumes. "I guess… I dunno. I care about him."
"Mm-hm," Tai hummed, turning back around with a smile. Hook, line, and sinker.
~ ~ ~
"How's Kari doing?" Matt asked, his voice as flat as he could make it as he finished making breakfast for his younger brother.
"Tai hasn't told you? She's pretty much the most popular girl in school." T.K. yawned, hugging Patamon to his chest as he lazily watched Matt putter around the kitchen.
"I don't think Tai knows about that." Matt chuckled, imagining the pride on his best friend's face that would turn into sheer anger the moment anybody tried to bother his precious baby sister.
"Probably for the best," T.K. agreed, probably envisioning the carnage that would ensue as well.
"How do you feel about her being so popular?" Matt's eyes shifted over to T.K., trying to assess his brother's expression, which was, for the most part, blank.
T.K. shrugged. "She hangs out with who she likes, and that's all that matters."
"Hm." Matt couldn't really figure out another way to word his next question, so he went for it, much to his own dismay: "And how do you feel about Kari?"
Instead of answering, T.K. tilted his head and gave his older brother a crooked smile. "Do you like Kari, Matt?"
"NO—" Matt nearly burned his shirt, he spun around so fast. "Just answer the question!"
The smile softened. "She's my favorite person. Besides you, of course."
Matt reached over and ruffled his brother's hair. "You're a funny one."
"I know," T.K. said cheerfully. "Thanks for breakfast."
And thank you, Matt thought.
~ ~ ~
"So they like each other," Tai deduced, sitting in the same spot he had just a few days ago. He crossed his arm and pouted in the way that Matt knew meant he was satisfied with the outcome of this "operation."
"What do we do now? Just telling them isn't going to solve anything," Matt said, sipping yet another ordered-to-be-polite soda.
"I—" Tai frowned. "I didn't think about that."
Matt sighed. "Back to square one, then?"
Tai nodded solemnly. "Operation: Figure Out How to Get T.K. and Kari Together."
"Oh, Lord."
#digimon#takari week 2021#takari week#gen writes#digimon drabble#takari week day 1#aren't they funny?#i love taiyama shenanigans
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day five: alternate universe
a studio ghibli au where hikari is an only child and her mother has passed. luckily, the neighborhood boys offer to help find her.
The floorboards creaked under her socked feet, soot covering the once pristine cotton. Hikari didn’t care if her clothes got dirty, but she didn’t want to give her father another reason to fret over her.
Cardboard boxes littered the hallway. Despite moving in a week prior, neither her or her father had the motivation or strength to pry open memories. Instead, Hikari stacked the boxes in a makeshift castle. One day, she hoped that their Queen would find her way home.
But she had been there to see her mother’s coffin lower in the ground; she had held her father as he wept.
A bookbag hung mockingly in the kitchen. The first day of school, once the happiest day of Hikari’s life, now served as a reminder of yet another first her mother would miss. Her father slouched over the stove. Hikari couldn’t help but to feel responsible for the bags under his eyes. In between finalizing the funeral arrangements and moving across the country, he had little energy to spare for Hikari, much less himself.
A whiff of burnt eggs did little to calm her anxieties, but she stomached her breakfast like a dutiful daughter.
“See you later, dad.”
He gave a half-hearted wave as Hikari slipped out of the front door. For a moment, she considered staying home for another day. She could unpack her room and make sure that her father ate a decent lunch, but her silent wishes disappeared as a herd of boys clamoured down the dirt road. Their feet pounded the ground, a race in progress. Six bookbags struggled to maintain their grasps on little shoulders as the group ran down the road.
A raven-haired boy took the lead, navigating the rocks and potholes with a practiced ease.
From the end of her driveway, Hikari watched him draw nearer. Too focused on his impending victory, the boy failed to notice her as he stopped beside her.
“See, ‘Keru? I told you I could win!”
A head of sweaty, blond hair followed close behind. Once he caught his breath, he pushed his friend’s side. The victor erupted into giggles as he continued to antagonize his friend.
With a huff, the blond crossed his arms. His cheeks were still rosy from the wind, blue eyes bright with mirth. “That’s not fair, Ken! You got a head start!”
Before Ken was able to muster up a response, a second redhead stepped forward.
“Who are you?” An accusing finger hung in front of Hikari’s face. Six pairs of eyes, colored in surprised, focused on her. A flush crawled up her neck, her breath caught in her throat.
Her mother had taught her about the importance of a first impression, but any confidence Hikari had dissipated into the morning air. Her fingers had gone numb, palms clammy. A toe dug into the dirt, her eyes focusing on the path to school. They looked at her expectantly, eyes narrowed. Silence crackled like static, interrupted by impatience.
“She’s weird. Let’s go, Daisuke.” Ken pulled his mirror image along with him, scurrying away like frightened animals.
The others didn’t bother to stick around, chasing each other the rest of the way to school.
Hikari waited for their dust trail to settle before walking down the path. Anxiety welled into her stomach; her mother would be disappointed in her. A gentle gust of wind ruffled her bangs in reassurance.
Her feet carried her onward, further away from the comforts of her new house. The school building emerged from the meadow, a field of flowers surrounding it on either side. It reminded Hikari of the story books her father used to read to her before bedtime, back when his smile reached his eyes and her mother was there .
Throngs of children gathered like dandelion seeds on a breeze, rosy cheeks and kind smiles adorning most faces. The strange group of boys stood off to one side. Huddled in a circle, their eyes trailed her suspiciously as Hikari made her way into the building.
Her little hands clutched the straps of her bookbag, as if pulling it closer to her body would quench her worries.
Living amongst rice farmers and livestock had been her father’s choice. Hikari’s mother had been raised in the countryside, escaping into the city for her first taste of freedom. It was strange to think that her mother, headstrong and accomplished, had sat in this same room; studied at these same desks.
The room was large, accommodating for all of the children in the village. With the older kids staking their claim in the back, Hikari rushed to the last empty space.
A pair of large blue eyes gazed at her, fear puckering at their eyebrow. It was the blond boy from earlier, his cheeks still flushed from his loss. Hikari squirmed under his gaze.
His fear must have dissipated quickly. It was the only explanation Hikari had for the fingers that poked into her side between lessons.
“Psst. Psst, girl.”
Her pencil continued to scratch at her paper, dodging dirty looks from the other students. His fingers continued to dig into her sensitive side. Thin lips pursed as Hikari swallowed down the giggle that bubbled in her throat. It would be disrespectful to laugh while her teacher was talking, and she figured that disappointing her mother once already was enough.
Still, the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but to tilt upwards. Chocolate eyes danced around his cerulean ones, and his fingers stilled.
“My name’s Takeru. What’s yours?” Whispering came naturally to some while a sense of quiet evaded others. Hikari assumed that Takeru was a part of the latter, his voice bouncing off the walls.
Some luck must have been on her side. Their teacher had been distracted with the younger students, too encaptured in their homesick tears to hear the blond’s outburst.
“You need to be quiet or we’ll get in trouble,” she chastised. A crestfallen shadow danced across his features before the light returned to his eyes.
“But you never answered my question.” Takeru’s voice was more hushed than before - he was trying. A toothy grin was plastered on his cheeks, his eyes aglow with childish anticipation.
She slipped her given name through her teeth, turning her full attention towards the chalkboard.
Later, the late summer sun kissed her cheeks as school children began their trek home. Takeru rushed out behind her, looking more like a mother duck with five boys in tow than an elementary student.
“So, Hikari, since when did you live here?” Glasses glinting in the sunlight, it was difficult to see what the dark-haired boy was thinking. Several paces ahead, Hikari wracked her brain for his name. As soon as school ended, Takeru had wasted no time in introducing her to everyone. Their names swam around in her head, none of them sticking.
“My father and I moved here a few weeks ago.” She didn’t turn to them, nor did she offer any other explanation.
One of the boys scoffed. “Why’d you have to move here?” It must have been Ken, the one with angry eyebrows. Hikari stopped, turning to face him. “Well, it’s not like I had a choice. My dad just wanted a change of scenery ever since my mom went away.”
Iori’s sugary smile wilted, looking up towards the tallest of their group. “That’s sad. Right, Koushiro?”
He nodded while the others let silence wash over them. Pebbles crunched underneath them as they continued on. Wind whistled through the treetops, a babbling brook accompanying the group on their journey. Crickets chimed in harmony, the background music to a most auspicious moment.
“I know!” Takeru propelled himself beside her, arms flailing in excitement. “We can help you find your Mama!” Grabbing her wrist, he broke into a sprint. The air was warm as it ran through her short hair.
He guided them to the edge of woods. Trees stretched to the sky, their arms caressing the clouds. Hikari pulled herself out of Takeru’s grasp as the group followed him further into the forest. “Wait! Where are you going?”
Hikari could see her house just over the hill, her stomach twisting at the thought of going back to her boxed up home. The boys disappeared into the underbrush, their twinkling laughter chasing after them. Impulsively, she started after them, branches scratching at her cheeks. A stray root caught Hikari’s ankle. A pair of spindly arms caught her, Daisuke’s disgruntled expression greeting her.
“You should be more careful. I don’t want cooties.” He stuck his tongue out, weaving through the trees. It seemed as if the dust bunnies from her house had followed her here, dancing around the feet of her young companions. Cheerfully, the soot sprites lead them deeper.
The trees gave way to a clearing. Lush, green grass was bordered by wildflowers, the occasional bumble bee flitting around.
“This is exactly where a Momma would wait for her baby!” Takeru declared, a triumphant grin spread across his cheeks as if he had already won. The others seemed to agree, their chatter flowing freely amidst the tree trunks.
Boisterous plants sprouted at the meadow’s edge.With leaves as big as Iori himself, he found it no trouble to crawl underneath them. Using the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his glasses, Jou peered over the tops of the bushes. “Is she under there, Iori?”
Poking his head out from between the leaves, Iori shook his head. “It’s too dark under here for a grown lady,” he paused for a moment, brown eyes glistening, “And it’s too dark for six-year-old boys.” His voice wavered, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. In an attempt to avoid the inevitable, Jou tugged Iori out of the brush.
Little soot sprites tangled themselves in his hair, chittering at the commotion. “C’mon, you know it’s rude to ask for a free ride.” Not even enchanted dust bunnies could argue with Jou’s logic. They cascaded down to the ground, tittering as their host swatted at his hair.
Daisuke couldn’t help but to laugh from the treeline, legs dangling off Koushiro’s shoulers. Being the tallest in the group came with a price, one that he happily paid anytime his friends needed him.
From this new vantage point, Daisuke scanned the branches for something. “Hey, Hikari!”
Koushiro’s grip tightened on his knees as the pair turned towards her.
Alone, in the middle of the lush grass, she looked like a fairy. If fairies wore ill-fitting Pokemon theme shirts, that is. She turned towards them, a question dancing in her eyes.
“Does your mom like climbing trees? Maybe she got stuck!” Daisuke almost gave himself a pat on the back; he was so smart!
With the leaves ruffling his cheeks, Daisuke’s attention was easily diverted. He signaled for Koushiro to take him deeper into the woods, much to Hikari’s relief. She didn’t have the heart to say it out loud.
Not too far from her, Ken sat amongst the wild blackberry bushes. His cheeks were swollen with fruit, lips stained purple. Hikari plopped herself down beside him. With his mouth full, he was less likely to ask questions she didn’t want to answer.
Ken’s attempt at speaking was obscured by the berries, a few stray escaping past his lips. Hikari couldn’t stop her laughter, a relief from the turmoil that bubbled in her stomach. Picking a few fresh from the vine, Ken offered his sticky palm, blackberries glistening on top.
“Thank you,” she said, tossing a few in her mouth. Takeru plopped himself between the two, taking two of Ken’s berries for his own. “Wow, these are good!”
True to his boisterous nature, Takeru’s voice reverberated through the meadow. Four curious heads turned before they, too, joined the impromptu picnic.
“Hikari, do you ever think you’ll find your momma?”
She wasn’t sure who asked the question. Cicadas carried on their twilight lullaby as the sun kissed the horizon in passing.
Fireflies began to twinkle at the treeline. Hikari looked up into six pairs of softened eyes. Though their curiosity rolled off of them like waves, none of them said anything else.
The grass was soft underneath her, the breeze caressing her cheek. “I’m sure I will, someday. But, for now, at least you guys keep me company.”
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day four: rainy day
in which daisuke finds out
“What’s so important that you couldn’t tell me over text?” Daisuke’s grin was glittering in mirth. Once the school day was over, his shoulders were looser, his eyes aglow with energy. Takeru felt his stomach turn.
The blond had never been good at hiding his emotions, lashing out where his brother would shut down. Distress must have been written on his face. “Hey, you okay, dude?”
Static crackled in the air. Daisuke’s grin began to lose its luster, the corners drooping down.
“HikariandIaredating.” Takeru rushed in a single breath. Whatever courage he had manage to muster up dissipated. The words hung between them, thick and heavy. There was no taking it back. It was time to face the consequences of his actions.
Any residual happiness on Daisuke’s face slipped away. Eyebrows scrunched together, he struggled to piece together Takeru’s confession. “Woah, slow down there. What?”
Takeru clenched his fists by his side, unable to meet his friend’s concerned gaze. ‘Time to rip the Band-Aid off.’
“Hikari and I are dating.”
A sharp intake of breath, then nothing. Daisuke transformed himself into a clean slate, turning away before the blond had time to gauge the damage.
With his back turned, Takeru could pretend that Daisuke had been smiling. A flurry of golden leaves reflected in his goggles, a whisper of a childhood spent alongside each other. The autumnal winds swirled around them, almost obscuring Daisuke’s sniffle. Almost.
The roof of the school was barren, the last of the students trickling out. Hikari was among them, somewhere. She hadn’t wanted to be there for the fallout; she couldn’t bear to hurt Daisuke anymore than she already had.
“Does anyone else know?” Daisuke’s voice barely carried over the wind.
“No, you’re the first.” Takeru said. He stood rigidly behind the mop of burgundy hair, eyes trailing over his figure for any signs of violence. The blond had braced himself for anger, for a searing punch in the gut. He hadn’t prepared for the trail of hot tears blazing down Daisuke’s cheeks.
His eyes were pink and swollen, the eyelashes wet and clumped together. Takeru had always been able to read Daisuke like a book; it was comforting to be able to distinguish the emotions that skittered across his face during their adventures. Now, his eyes were jarringly empty. “Then why isn’t she here?”
Daisuke sunk down the nearest wall, knees crouching towards his face. Takeru longed to throw an arm around his shoulders, to boost moral like they used to, but the distance was palpable. He almost wished he hadn’t of told him. ‘It’s better that he hears it from you than anyone else, Takeru.’ It was easier to follow Patamon’s advice in theory. His partner wouldn’t have to watch Daisuke’s hope scatter in the breeze.
“I – I don’t know.” It was a lie, but his relationship with Daisuke was tethered on a piece of thread. If the wind hit them just right, the string would snap.
Daisuke chuckled low in his throat. It was hollow, too hollow. With his tie loose around his neck and shirt buttons pulled apart, he looked like the epitome of energetic high school boys. If high school boys had re-rimmed eyes and a broken heart, that is. Takeru’s stomach clenched; this was his fault.
A moment of silence stretched between them like a wool blanket: uncomfortable, but familiar. “You know, for a moment there, I actually though I stood a chance.” Daisuke’s voice was thick.
When he closed his eyes, Takeru could ignore the pain that twisted into his friend’s features.
“I let myself believe for a second that she could love me the way she so obviously loved you. You let me believe it, too.” Daisuke continued. An air of bitterness seeped around the pair, Daisuke’s voice growing in volume. His cinnamon locks were tousled, partly from the wind, but mostly from his idle fingers. “It hurts.”
Tears carved their way down Takeru’s face. Nothing was making sense. He was supposed to be happy; he had finally gotten the girl. Why did it feel like he was losing everything else?
Takeru opened his mouth to speak. Some many thoughts coursed through his head, but only an exhale slipped between his lips. “No, let me finish.” Daisuke was firm, his eyes dangerously dilated.
His hands flailed as he spoke. Even in distress, his body had to expel its excess energy. “It hurts because I thought you would have told me. Hikari was never mine to have; I knew that deep down. But I also thought that you were my friend, Takeru. Friends protect each other.
I can’t help but feel like you’ve betrayed me. We’ve both been pining over Hikari for years, and while I know you take after your brother and stash your emotions deep inside of yourself, there is no excuse. If I had ever thought to ask her out, you would have been the first person I told. Not her, not her brother, but you.”
He rose to feet, towering over Takeru. Daisuke’s fists clenched by his sides, but the blond made no move to protect himself. He only braced himself for the incoming punch, prepared to welcome its distraction. The anticipated hit, however, never came. Takeru dared to peek his eyes open. Daisuke stood there, cheeks aflame.
“Even now, you think that I would stoop low enough to hit you. Wake up, Takeru! We’re not twelve anymore! Wake up and realize that I loved her just as much.” With swollen eyes and a runny nose, Daisuke’s face was beyond repair. He paused for a moment, catching his breath. Chocolate eyes bore into Takeru’s, a whisper of determination mingling with his hurt. “And I loved you, too. Honestly, I thought you were one of my best friends. It sucks to lose Hikari, but it hurts a hell of a lot more to lose you. Takeru, I deserved better.”
A final look, a bated breath. Words tickled the tip of Takeru’s tongue, lost on a breeze.
Daisuke left, disappearing back into the school building. The sun kissed the horizon, bidding the day goodbye. His phone chimed with a message, most likely Hikari wondering how the meeting went.
Takeru turned his phone off, letting the tears stream down his face. ‘At least it was worth it, right?’
Right?
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