AH! I didn't get any inspiration for a Takari, so this is the result. Hope you guys like it anyway…..
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
The ground was white.
It was powdery.
She was extremely happy.
He was extremely bored and distraught.
She had forced him to take a walk around the neighborhood, admiring the scenery along the way.
He had tried to resist, but gave in, reluctantly.
So the couple, who were living together, were hand in hand, she kicking up the snow every step or so, and he rolling his eyes frequently.
Even if he was hesitant to join her on the journey, he couldn't help but smile at her. He loved her so much, and even his hatred for the distasteful weather wasn't going to smother it.
She was oblivious to his nature, so she didn't notice the way he scowled as he stepped into the snow, or how he shot the snowflakes that fell onto his hair ominous looks. She just had her head on his shoulder, looking up into the sky every so often, soaking in the beauty of it all.
Needless to say, she loved winter.
She loved snow.
He hated winter.
He hated snow.
But they each loved each other, something that melted away any of the hatreds they had.
Love was much stronger than hate.
They both knew that fact very well.
So he trudged along with her, not wanting abandon her, or be left alone in the horrid, at least to him, weather.
She suddenly, and finally, noticed his unpleasant behavior. Smiling, she laid a kiss on his cheek.
He, surprised, looked at her and frowned.
"What for? I didn't do anything."
"You came. I never knew you didn't like snow, and you regretted to inform me of that fact, but you came anyway."
Oh, that was nothing."
"I still love you."
"I always loved you."
She kissed him again, this time on the lips, and he stroked her brown hair.
"Can we go home now?"
Laughing, she nodded.
And they walked home, Takeru shooting dismayed looks at the piles of slush, and Hikari laughing the entire trip home.