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[izzyizumi]

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{YES singer is playing the actual song youre hearing–}

(Anyway, the next time someone asks me where I was before 2010, I just might show them this post…!!) {*Even then, even this location is hours+ away from places I’m more familiar with (no I am not local to Sunrise) It’s still a very personal event for me, so genuinely, please be kind if Interacting on this work.}

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-The 1080p option’s audio seems glitched up; (At least, on my end) I will see if I can Fix that on my 'finished version’ in the future. (For now, please watch in 720p!) {It’s possible any option may work for you regardless}

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Digimon Adventure+02/tri./Kizuna/(+Adventure:) {2020 Reboot} + Digimon Adventure 02: The Beginning (+minimal Kizuna) A.M.V x “Apologize” {David Archuleta} Live Concert Version Featuring Characters/Duos/Ships: + {+2020!}/{Kizuna!}KOUTAI, {02!}KENSUKE, (Implied/Former?/Un-requited??) YamaSoraTai/Yamachi, {briefly/+also from Yamato's end); Adventures Chosen; (Overall 02 Chosen-Leaning +Side KouxTai)

“I’m hearing 'what' you say…”

“Take a Fall {?}”–

“I Need you like a heart 'needs' a BEAT– … BUT that’s Nothing {N E W…}”

“{’XXXXX’} like the��A N G E L…"

“IT’S TOO– (???)”

"...Ten feet..."

Comment: If you think I'M not in this CROWD somewhere, {despite the fact my voice is really soft 'irl'} you might just be Mistaken,,,,, (Also - This is my overall personal 'final thesis' on The Beginning.) {If you watch, please genuinely try to FOLLOW the themes presented.}

{Note: Tri Pt. #6 Bokura no Mirai/"Our Future" Spoilers, Major The Beginning Spoilers, (select scenes from opening, final battle, FINAL Post-credits scene at very end clip) + middle part Big spoiler (Rui’s eye & Ukkomon) {Notes: Eye Trauma/Injury; Blood}

Original Song © O.n.e.R.e.p.u.b.l.i.c Archuleta cover from AUGUST 1st 2009’s Sunrise, Florida Concert {“Hey O.P., can you explain that GAP in your blogs' hISTORY of this fANDOM—???”} [Do you hear 'THEM' here???]

*Edited in about 5 hrs 10~ min overall (Preparing for this however took at least four days of off-and-on out-lining) {Any final fix's will come in the future...!!}

{*Slightly LOUD/Low quality audio at points!!} (*Contains cheering, as its LIVE Ver.)

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[sorrowmarked-a]

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@mementofloreo​ - daikari

Who said “I love you” first: Technically Daisuke, but it was during his heavy infatuation phase so it’s not like it went over well. The “I love you” that came when they were actually dating, or getting ready to was Hikari. Which was good because after the way middle school went down she NEEDED to be the one to take the first step. 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Both of them. 

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Daisuke does, especially if he has to leave before she does. He’ll leave her little ‘I love You’s, or little messages telling her to have a good day. 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Hikari. They’re little random gifts given for no reason and she finds the silliest stuff. Dumb cheesy couple stuff.

Who initiated the first kiss: Hikari! She just leaned over and smooched him. Both when they were little kids and they had their first kiss in her bedroom while they were coloring, and again later when they were teens. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Hikari, because she’s usually first out of bed. 

Who starts tickle fights: Daisuke. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower bath: Both of them, especially if it’s been a long day and they haven’t seen each other for much of it. 

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Daisuke! Also when they started dating they flipped gender roles on their head and he was the one who brought her lunch to school. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Daisuke, he was just a little too in his head about finally going out on a date with Hikari. She got him to snap out of it, and relax half way through dinner. 

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Daisuke takes them outside. 

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: It’s not a household with a lot of drinking, but if they go out with their friends Hikari would be more likely to drink and therefor be more likely to loudly proclaim her love. 

[mementofloreo-archived]

@sorrowmarked || ship notes || daikari!!! (Filled out in context of post-kizuna but pre-epilogue timeline)

Who said “I love you” first: I mean. definitely Daisuke, but Hikari doesn't realize it's Serious or that She Reciprocates until hs, and then she's the one to make a move to push them past "just friends" so like. hmmm

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: I feel like this is realistic for both of them but Daisuke would have it as a selfie they took together while Hikari's is probably a lowkey horny snap of him shirtless after a workout lmao

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Probably Daisuke

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: I think Daisuke does it a lot more frequently for sure, but they both get each other silly little presents 'just because' at least every now and again.

Who initiated the first kiss: HIKARI.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Depends on the day, I think!

Who starts tickle fights: ...Daisuke.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: In not-horny, purely 'im running late and need to wash up' terms, daisuke. In Other Terms, I feel like both might do it, but Hikari would more frequently.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Daisuke. He's a chef attending a high profile culinary school of COURSE he spoils his girlfriend with delicious lunch dates.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Daisuke! Daisuke for SURE. When it comes to romance he's actually very shy and nervous and it's very cute

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Daisuke's actually a little squicked by bugs...but I imagine Hikari probably doesn't like them a lot either. So Veemon and Gatomon probably work as a team to trap it under a cup and then let it outside.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Daisuke drinks, but there's a history of alcoholism on both sides of his family so he's actually very careful about his alcohol intake, both where he drinks, what he drinks, and how much. As soon as he feels himself getting tipsy, that's it, no more alcohol that day. Which means if either of them does it, it's Hikari. But I honestly don't see her being the type to drink until she's drunk either.

[andromeda-rising]

Long Way Home

Summary: It startled her, the way he looked at her, with something like wonder, as if she were a star in the sky, far away enough to admire, but never close enough to touch. [Or: the awkwardness of adolescence, of first crushes, ice cream dates, and learning new coping mechanisms.]

AN: This is just a tiny Daikari snippet from a longer piece I’m working on. It doesn’t fit into the other story’s timeline so... I hope it stands on its own, but it’s just kind of an experimental short. It’s very nostalgic. I’m not sure if there’s anything else to say about it.

(Cross-posted to my fanfiction account.)

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“He likes me, doesn’t he?”

“You're telling me you've never noticed?” Miyako’s hand stilled as she was pulling a brush through her long locks. She set the brush down on her vanity and tossed her hair over her shoulder, twisting on her torso to face her, draping her arm over the back of the chair. “Hikari. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. Let's not pretend.”

“I mean, I guess,” Hikari says, blood rushing to her cheeks. She sat forward, nearly falling off her bed, elbows digging sharply into the flesh of her thighs. “I thought he was just... Watching out for me, I don't know.”

“You're telling me you've never noticed that he liked you. Like liked you.”

“That sounds so... silly,” she said with a sigh.

Perhaps she had noticed it, and hadn't wanted to acknowledge it—because it wasn't real until she had. Because she didn't have to decide if she reciprocated her feelings (decide wasn't the word—but either way, she didn't want to confront it, she wanted things to stay exactly as they were).

That summer, she'd grown into a body that she almost didn't recognize. The changes happened so slowly she didn't notice, and then all at once—her mother taking her shopping for a training bra, and later for tampons. It changed how she saw herself, and how others saw her, even if she tried to hide behind cutesy cardigans adorned with bows and frilly pink frocks.

She was told it was natural and that it was all a part of growing up, and she reddened with shame that she never saw it approaching. She was something of a late bloomer in her group of friends, so she should have known this by now, since most of her them have already gone through it. But there some things she couldn't have known about before she'd experienced them herself.

She hadn't noticed, for instance, that Daisuke like liked her until the day before (really, it such a silly way to describe it, such a slippery distinction).

Summer had come early that year, reaching unprecedented heights. The air conditioning unit in their classroom had broke down and to be in that room for more than half an hour was stifling; the fans at the front of the room did little more than stir the air around. He sat by the window, looking out at the soccer field, a wistful gleam in his eye as he stared outside instead of at the front of the room where their teacher was scribbling equations on the board too complicated for him to figure out. Maybe he would have been able to if he didn't spent all of math class daydreaming about being anywhere but there.

Sometimes, she caught him staring at her, but he always seemed to be gazing through her, at something else very far away from her.

She tended to be more focused, but even she couldn't concentrate that day. She was sweating just sitting still in her seat in her polyester summer uniform, and for once, she also gazed longingly out the window, willing the hand of the clock to jump forward or for someone to pull the fire alarm to liberate them. After the last bell rang, they both decided to skip their after school commitments—soccer practice, for him, and for her, working on some photographs for the school newspaper—to walk home where there would mercifully, finally, be an air conditioning unit.

Still, he was dragging his feet as they walked along, taking the route by the water; he always insisted on taking the long way home. The air was still thick with humidity, but it wasn't as heavy as the one in their classroom—the sun was beginning to set, and a cool breeze game them some relief. She turned to say something and realized that he'd fallen behind; she was so used to his endless chatter that she almost automatically tuned it out sometimes without even noticing, as if it were as much a part of the background as the scenery. It wasn't something she did on purpose, but she kept thinking of the math test they had at the end of the week and how unprepared they both were for it.

“What are you doing?” She turned around, swinging her book bag in front of her and gripping it with both hands.

Even from afar, even after he quickly turned away to stare out over the water reflecting the setting sun, she saw something in his eyes that she'd never noticed before—the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn't looking. It startled her, the way he looked at her, with something like wonder, as if she were a star in the sky, far away enough to admire, but never close enough to touch.

“Daisuke,” she said. “Iknow you don't want to study, but dragging your feet isn't going to make it go away.”

“Aw, c'mon,” he said. “Can't we just get ice cream instead?”

He was exploiting her weakness for sweets. She shuffled her feet in the dirt, looked back at the road ahead of them. “No, Daisuke.”

“You're no fun.”

“And you're going to fail,” she said. She meant it to be teasing, but he didn't seem to take it that way.

He looked crestfallen. “Ichijouji would never do this to me.”

“Well, I'm not as kind as Ken, and I'm not as smart, either, so I'm going to fail, too, if we don't study.” This time, she said it in singsong to make it obvious she is teasing. “But if you want to get Ken to tutor you, then I'll get going…”

“N-No—Wait.” He jogged to catch up to her, giving her a worried smile that falls quickly. “I don't feel like taking the train to his place. Let's just do our homework together.”

“That's what I wanted to hear.” She smiled. “We can stop for ice cream on the way.” She started walking, and he feel into step quickly. “But you're buying!”

“Aww, man.”

Still, he brightened visibly as he launched into his plan to prove himself as the most valuable player in their soccer team that year. She made sure to listen and encourage him this time. His grades had been slipping, and though he didn't show it, she could see how it placed stress on him from the consternated look on his brow whenever they did their practice entrance exam tests—she should have kept her eyes on her paper, but she couldn't help but glance around when the teacher wasn't looking. She knew he didn't want to be left behind when they applied to high school.

When they got to the ice cream shop she asked for strawberry, two scoops, while he asked for three scoops of mint chocolate chip. Hikari dug around for some change from her wallet but he waved her off.

“It's my treat.”

“Don't spend all your allowance on me.”

“It's okay. I want to.”

“Okay,” she said, relenting. “We can sit on the terrace for a few minutes, we don't have to go just yet.”

She had originally planned to eat it on the way home—she didn't want her mother to worry, though she could often be absentminded about these things—but it was just too beautiful outside to go home. Far too hot, but still, beautiful; the intensity and the brevity of the summer made it her favorite season.

They sat near the edge of the terrace; the sun was just sinking below the horizon, glittering orange on the waves. His skin seemed to glow in the half-light, but it was the fire in his eyes when he looked at her—that was it, that look—that she had seen earlier that made her squirm in her seat. She wasn't sure how it made her feel, only that it made her feel… something.

His mouth relaxed into a slow smile. “What?”

She looked down and lifted her spoon, pretending to be interested in her ice cream, then discreetly pointed at her chin. He picked up a napkin to scrub furiously at something that wasn't there, and she had to stifle a laugh by biting her hand.

She stopped when she noticed the whiskers have begun sprouting on his upper lip, and his chin—he'd before lamented about Jun making relentless fun of him when she first noticed it, chasing him around the apartment with shaving cream and one of the girly razor blades she used to shave her legs. That made Takeru laugh and laugh, only for Daisuke to accuse him of being unable to grow a beard and therefore of not being a man.

They were all growing up. She could try to hide behind childish, girly clothes when she was lounging at home or with her friends, but she hadn't bought a new uniform yet, and it now clung to places it hadn't before.

“You got it,” she said, seeing no reason to draw out the torture. She shook her head, propping her head on her hand, and she couldn't help but smile.

And for once, once he was silent. There was nothing to tune out. Perhaps that was why she became hyperaware of his every movement, of their positioning: he'd thrown himself into a chair and sunk down into it, one leg propped on the chair between them. She sat across from him, legs demurely crossed, back straight. She leaned forward, chin still cupped in her hand.

“You look like don't have a care in the world.” She lifted her spoon to her mouth with her other hand, and the cold, tart taste of the strawberries—and the sweet after taste—was a relief against the heat creeping up her collar.

“I really don't. I'm happy right where I am,” he said, and the light in his eyes didn't dim, even long after the sun had finally set.

“How do you do that?” she said.

“What?”

“It's just... You don't ever seem to be worried.”

He closed his eyes for a minute, then opened them. “Like that.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Close your eyes.” When she didn't, he said, “Do you trust me?”

She nodded, allowed her eyes to slip closed.

“Now picture all your worries as a dark cloud. Or a white cloud, it doesn't matter. Whatever. Take a deep breath, and puff your cheeks out.” When she cracked open an eye, he insisted. “Do it. I know it feels ridiculous, but just… Okay. Now blow the clouds away. Picture them going far away from you. Open your eyes.”

She did. She blinked, sunspots dancing in her eyes.

“See? It's not that hard.”

Maybe things were not as complicated as she always made them out to be.

She let him take her hand in his when they ran home—ostensibly because their parents would be mad that they hadn't returned for dinner before the sun had set, though she knew that wasn't the real reason now. She could have let go, but she found that she didn't mind, even when his hand became clammy and she wanted more than anything to reach up to wipe the sweat running down her temples. She arrived home out of breath and strangely exhilarated, her heart beating a staccato rhythm against her breast.

“What are you going to do?” Miyako said presently, turning back around to fix her hair in the mirror, looking at Hikari’s reflection. “Do you like him?”

Hikari didn't know how to answer that. She couldn't deny, after that, that she had felt something—but she didn't know what it was, she had no name for it, saying she like liked someone seemed an inadequate and inarticulate way to describe the feeling.

She wanted things to stay exactly as they were, but that was impossible. The future, though, was full of possibilities, and that was a consolation for that small, sad truth about growing up.

[noctisfishing]

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It’s colored (heh) with moments of drama, slice of life, humor, fluff, friendship, romance, and you best believe the M rating is there for a reason (yes, there is smut).

There’s also background Koumi wedding planning, and Daikari drama, if that’s also to your liking.

I’ve got the kettle on and the fireplace ready. Really, you might need the warm drink for the long haul.

Click for an excerpt from Colors in Autumn (Chapter 1 - to old times) 

Sora turned to face Tai when they finally reached the front of the train station, and it was time for them to say goodbye. Just like that summer when he left.

“Brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Tai asked.

“It was great to see you, Tai,” she said, going in for a hug. His arms held her tightly, and even with his jacket over her, she almost didn’t want to let his warmth escape from her.

The same scene played between them from when he headed to his flight to China. They pulled apart, and his hand brushed her cheek as he swept a strand of her strawberry brown hair to the side. He didn’t kiss her cheek then, but her breath caught in her throat when she felt his lips now, warm against her cold cheek.

“I’ve missed you, Sora,” were his next words with his eyes staring into hers.

She wished he didn’t kiss her. She wished he didn’t say those words. She wished he didn’t stare at her that way.

She wished she didn’t kiss him back, this time, on his lips.

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