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I have to admit, I was pretty nervous before all of this really got started. I guess everyone is on their first date. It’s just something we have to deal with. But everything has been going …well, not perfectly, because perfect doesn’t happen, but it’s been going great.
Yamato made the dinner, which meant everything has tasted wonderful. And the place Daisuke picked out is just beautiful. The way the moon shines on the lake is exquisite. I’d take a picture of it, but part of me wants to keep this night just between me and Daisuke. It’s selfish, but I don’t want to share it with anyone else.
It’s also stupid, because who knows how many Digimon come here and have been here before and knew about it before we did? I certainly don’t. But that doesn’t change how I feel, as much as I wish it did.
At any rate, no one’s going to know about this because of me telling them just what it looks like. I guess I can tell them what it was like, but that’s different. It’s a small difference, but it’s one anyway.
The wind is sort of tugging at the water, sending little ripples over the top of it. They look so beautiful with the light shining on them. We don’t even need candles. The moon gives us all that we need.
I hope that Tailmon’s all right. I wasn’t exactly truthful with Daisuke earlier. I know where she is, and she’s not necessarily alone. She’s at the Village of Beginnings. She goes there once in a while. I think I know now what she’s looking for. Or who, really. There’s been no sign of Wizarmon or any of his earlier evolutions for years, but she still hopes.
She didn’t tell me that she didn’t want anyone else to know, but since she didn’t say it for herself, I didn’t really want to spill it. If she does want to tell someone, she will, I’m sure.
Dessert’s almost over with, and I can’t help but wonder a bit about what’s next. I know a walk got mentioned somewhere, and that does sound very appealing. I can only hope that Ken and Mimi and Takeru and Miyako are having as much fun as I am out wherever they’re at. We’ll probably all talk about it sometime tomorrow or the next day.
I can’t say I’m not glad that Chizuru got Taichi out as well tonight. They’re probably somewhere in the city having all kinds of fun. Maybe I can find some way to thank for her that. Having him hovering around tonight would’ve put a heck of a damper on things.
“I think we’re done,” Daisuke says, pushing away the plate that had his dessert on it. I think he’s right; I’m done too. I don’t even know how to explain how all of this feels. Nervous and twitching and happy and delighted all at the same time.
Maybe I should talk it over with Sora and Miyako sometime. Or just anyone I know who’s dated for a while.
I kind of wish dating came with an instruction manual. Should I get up now or wait for him to do it or what? This had to be a little easier in my parents’ or grandparents’ day.
Well, I don’t think Daisuke’s going to be that offended if I just get up, so I do, and all he does is smile as he gets up. “Which way did you want to walk?” he asks, glancing at the table for a moment as if he’s not sure what to do about it.
“You guys go on,” Yamato’s voice comes from the side, and there he is, with Gabumon, looking a little amused. “I told you that we’d clean it up once you were done.” He doesn’t exactly shoo us along, but I think he almost wants to.
I look this way and that, and pick a direction randomly. “How about that way?” I ask, and Daisuke’s fine with it. So we start walking that way.
Before too long, even if we looked behind us, we can’t see the table anymore. That’s just as well, I’d feel a little strange seeing Yamato clean up after us. I know he offered to, but it just doesn’t feel right. Only knowing that he’d probably yell at us keeps me going, and the longer I go, the less I feel like wanting to go back and help.
Everything is so quiet. Well, not perfectly quiet. I can hear calls and cries from farther back in the woods, but nothing sounds like anyone is in any kind of danger. It’s as normal and natural as hearing birds and animals in the woods on Earth would be. They’re kind of similar in a way, though you can never be sure with a Digimon who is intelligent and cunning and who is just as stupid as a stump and just after a regular meal.
It’s like that with people, too. You never know what they’re really like until you get to know them. Even then you can make mistakes or they can change. Or you can change. That makes how you feel about them or how you see them change too.
That’s what it was like with Daisuke and me, the more I think about it. I didn’t think there was that much to him when we first met. He was just this kid who played soccer and thought my brother was the greatest being to ever walk the earth. There were a few times I wondered if Daisuke had a crush on him and not me! Daisuke always liked to be around me when we were in school, but I just couldn’t bring myself to talk to him about things.
Maybe I should have then. But that’s all over and done with now.
I have to admit, I was kind of cruel a few times when we were still just getting to know each other, after he became one of the Chosen. I just wasn’t really sure of what to think of him. He acted a lot of times as if the whole thing with the Digital World was some kind of a game. It was so different from when we were there the first time.
I never told anyone but the first time we went home with our Digimon after Takeru and I got our Digimentals, I was almost afraid to go to sleep with Tailmon there. Some part of me was convinced that if I did, I’d wake up in the morning and she’d be gone, and I’d never see her again. I didn’t want to do that.
I can’t even count everything that’s happened to us all since then. Earth and the Digital World are making diplomatic noises at each other. If the Digital World had a set government, I’d almost think they were going to exchange ambassadors or something. That’s the kind of thing I’ve studied about in some of my history classes. I think Taichi would make a great ambassador, if that’s what they wanted to do. But there’d have to be all kinds of changes in both worlds for that to happen.
All of that kind of passes through my mind as I keep on walking with Daisuke. He’s talking about all kinds of things, and I’m sort of hung between listening and not listening to him. It’s not that I don’t want to; I do, but my mind just wants to go off on tangents, and I don’t think he really expects me to listen that much. Daisuke just talks like that most of the time.
I think I’m glad that I didn’t want to go out with him when I first met him. Because that might’ve spoiled a night like this, and I’m not sure if I would’ve liked him that way then, anyway. In fact, I know I wouldn’t have, because I didn’t.
And I wouldn’t have wanted tonight spoiled, if I’d known it was coming. Or if I didn’t. I think I’m confusing myself now.
“This is really great,” I murmur once Daisuke’s quiet for a while. That does happen more often than people think. I know what he was talking about, kind of. It was the woods and the trees and the Digimon in there and some of the Digimon we’ve fought or made friends with. In some cases, fought and made friends with. Rosemon wasn’t all that pleasant when we first met her, but she’s so much nicer these days. Sometimes finding the right person can just change you forever.
“Yeah, I know.” Daisuke’s not really reaching for my hand, but I think he kind of wants to. I don’t do it, though. This is different than it was just a few years ago, but that’s still a big step in my head, if nothing else. That’s what matters the most, how we see things like that. I think I’d like to, but just not now. Maybe…maybe on our next date, if we have one. Or the date after that. Or the one after that.
There’s no need to rush, right? We’ve got all kinds of time.
The silence isn’t exactly pressing in around us, not with all of those noises coming from the woods, but it just doesn’t quite feel right at the moment to not say anything. The trouble is, I’m not entirely certain of what to say. We’ve covered most of what we usually talk about, and a lot of other things just don’t quite have the appeal that they might normally.
“So, what do you think is going to happen tomorrow? Or the day after?” Daisuke asks that, and I have to think about what he means. I don’t get it, though.
“I guess what happens most of the time.” I don’t think that’s exactly what he means, though, and I’m right.
“No. I mean, what’s going to happen with us?” he asks, looking over at me. The moonlight reflects very prettily in his eyes, too, and the way it silvers his hair is justbeautiful. I don’t think a camera could actually catch it the way it really is. I guess that’s why painting isn’t ever really going to go out of style. There are things that only artwork of a certain type can ever catch.
But what he said, I think about that a bit too. “You mean, once the date’s over with?”
I think there’s a small catch in his voice when he answers. “Yeah. I don’t…I mean, I looked forward to this all week, and we’re having such a great time…” He doesn’t say much that’s too coherent, but I think I get what he means now.
“We’ll always be friends,” I reassure him, and I still think that’s falling a little short of the mark. What he’s asking, I haven’t decided yet. And I think he would ask, so it would have to be my decision. Even if he didn’t, it would be mine anyway to ask him.
So, this is all riding on me. I never knew life could be that disturbing when you weren’t fighting for it.
“Friends. Right.” There’s more of a catch to his voice, and I just don’tknow what to say or do.
“Let’s just take it one step at a time,” I hope this is the right thing. It’s the only things right now. “We’ve got all of our lives ahead of us, and plenty of time to make lots of choices in.”
Daisuke doesn’t say anything right away, and I hope with all my heart that I didn’t screw it up somehow. I know I always want to be his friend. But on a first date, I can’t say if I want to be more any time soon. But…maybe…yes. Before he can say anything else, I keep on talking. “We’ve got lots of time to have lots more dates in, and figure out what we want.”
His mouth was open, ready to talk, when I say that, but now he doesn’t say anything at all. He just stares at me like he can’t believe I said that in the first place. And then he smiles, and it’s so …just so Daisuke. “Yeah. Lots of time.”
We keep on walking, and I think we’re about halfway around the lake by now. I can hear things splashing out in the middle of it, and I think there’s islands somewhere out there too. It’s hard to see all the way across it, or even mostly to the middle, because of how big it is. I don’t know if it’s so much a lake as it is a small inner sea. If it’s that big, I don’t think we’re going to walk all the way around it tonight.
“I think we should start heading back,” Daisuke says after a bit. “This place is too big to walk around.” I almost wonder if he’s reading my mind. No, I think there’s other people’s minds that he’d rather read. Like maybe the teacher’s, so he can get his grades even higher. Though he’s really done a lot better since he and Ken became friends. I do think if anyone asked, that’s what he’d say, that he’d rather read the teacher’s mind. A lot of people would. It’s only human.
“Right. I was just thinking about that.” Sometimes we click almost oddly in what we’re thinking. But it’s interesting no matter what. Koushirou could have something to say about it that was scientific, with maybe a small flavor or two of emotion traced into it. I’m glad I haven’t asked him about that, though. Some questions don’t need answers. There’s no way to persuade him of that, unfortunately. I suppose that’s why he’s the Chosen of Knowledge and I’m not.
The sounds and sights don’t change all that much as we go back. I wouldn’t call this walk boring, even though nothing really happened. It did what it was meant to do: give us time to spend with each other. That’s what you do on a date. You’re supposed to want to find out if you want to have another one with your date. And I do. I really do.
I’d thought about it before, but now it dawns on me in even further strength as we walk on back. I want to spend more time with Daisuke. He can make me laugh without even trying to. That’s only the beginning of it. I just likebeing around him, and it’s even harder to put why into words. I don’t think I’ll try too hard to do it, either.
“I’ve had a really good time, Daisuke,” I tell him when we reach a curve in the lake. Not far beyond this curve, we’ll be where we can see where we ate. So I guess we’re almost done. “Thank you.”
He laughs some, and it sounds so happy that it makes me happy just by hearing it. I wouldn’t have wanted anything to take this night away from us. Or any other nights we could have in the future. Or days, while we’re at it. “I had a great time too, Hikari. Thankyou.” He bites his lip for a second, then keeps going. “I was scared this wouldn’t happen, you know. That something would come up so we couldn’t or you’d change your mind.”
“I know what you mean,” I reply, and I do. So much that happened this week almost seemed to be warning us that this wouldn’t happen, or that it wouldn’t be so peaceful when it did. Some part of me, in the small back of my mind, has been waiting and watching for something to go wrong, I think. I’m glad that it hasn’t. It’s good to be disappointed sometimes. Or mistaken. Whichever it is.
Then we’re around the curve, and after a short while, there’s the table, neatly cleaned off and no sign of Yamato or Gabumon anywhere. I have a feeling that wherever he is, before much more time has passed, he and Taichi are going to be laughing about this. Chizuru and Sora will keep them in line, though. They’re good for that, among a lot of other things. But they’re guys and Taichi’s my brother and Yamato’s the one Daisuke asked to help with this and they’re both his mentors, so…they get to laugh some. As long as they’re not doing it in our faces.
I don’t see Tailmon or V-mon anywhere, though. V-mon’s probably still wit Palmon, and Tailmon’s most likely at the Village still. I’d rather not mention that, just in case she really wants to keep it that much of a secret.
“Want to wait here for our partners?” Daisuke asks, motioning towards the table and chairs still there. “They could be a while. V-mon forgets to check the time. In fact, I don’t think he even has a watch!”
“You’re probably right,” I nod and settle into my chair again. It’s a warm evening, and I don’t think Tailmon will be too long myself. She never stays there more than a few hours. “Palmon should keep him in line, though.” At least I hope so.
Daisuke only laughs at that. “Guess we’ll find out!”
We get comfortable, a warm little breeze teasing at my hair some, and I realize, without even trying to think of it, just how happy I really am like this, being with Daisuke. I could get used to it, I think. And I think that I want to.
I think that I will get used to it, too.
To Be Continued