Calmer of the Storm: Soooo…yeah. I may end up shooting myself later for this one, haha, but here it is. I was singing a song from 'Anne and Gilbert: The Musical' this morning (called 'Carried Away by Love', who'd have thought?) and it just hit me. That would be from the Anne of Green Gables series, of course. So basically that's where I got the plot, from the song and from the musical. It's gonna be different, of course, though I haven't quite worked out the details…it'll come as I write. But I actually have the ending written! I just couldn't give Takeru such a hard time without first writing the happy ending (sorry if I spoiled it for you xD) because then I would probably get myself all depressed. Lol. I don't know how long this will be, but I don't plan on making it all that long…well, I've said that before. I also don't plan on taking three years to finish the story. Haha. Hopefully having already written the end will get me moving on this thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Never have, never will. I don't own the song, either.

Look at the lovers aren't they a picture

Dancing so fine under the moonlight

Almost as in a trance

Under the spell of the Dance

Carried away by love

Carried Away by Love

By: Calmer of the Storm


I don't know when I realised that he had feelings for me. I've known it for a while, though I've outwardly denied it. People always used to tell me that he liked me, that I was stupid to not see it. I would simply laugh it off and say something along the lines of 'no, we're just friends' and then they would roll their eyes at me. I didn't know what it was for him, but for me, that's all it was. Friends. Best friends. Takeru and Hikari; TK and Kari. We grew up together, fought in the Digital World together. But that's it. I don't love him. At least, not the way they want me to. It's true that right now he is the most important boy, maybe even the most important person, in my life. But that's all I want. I know that someday I'll come across someone who will be more important. Don't get me wrong; I always want him to be in my life. I don't think I could see any sort of life without him. But I also can't see myself with him. At least, not in a capacity that is labelled anything more than 'best friends'.

What I didn't realise, was how much he loved me. It came as a shock to me. Maybe I should have seen it coming; I had noticed the way he'd started to act differently around me. I hadn't hated it; he hadn't gotten awkward about it. He had just gotten…closer. I noticed that he paid more attention to me than he had before. Sure, we've always walked to school together, but for some reason this just felt different. I noticed the look in his eyes when he watched me, how he completely ignored other girls. He was the star of the basketball team at Odaiba High, and they fawned over him. He was cute, of course, and I often wondered why he hadn't gotten himself a girlfriend yet. Once I asked him, and he simply laughed and told me that he just wasn't ready. It hadn't bothered me then like it does now. But he'd never dated, and now it was beginning to feel like he was waiting on the sidelines for something.

I suppose I should have seen the warning flags. That day he had been rather fidgety, moreso than usual. I attributed it to the big game they had that evening, but now that I think about it it's silly. Basketball was important to him, but not so important that he would get so worked up about it. He asked me three or four times if I was going, and then another two if I would wait for him after the game. I always waited; didn't he know that? I supposed he really must have been nervous about it, if he'd forgotten that. There wasn't anything in the world that would have me miss one of his games. I knew he liked to have me there.

He came out of the dressing room after the game, that nervous look still in his eyes. He tried to hide it, but he was never good at those things. Not around me, at least. I knew him too well. But I also knew that he would tell me if and when he felt the need to. Takeru wasn't one that should be rushed. It was a miracle that he opened up to me at all, his older brother told me once. Never wanting to be seen as the cry baby, Takeru tended to keep things in. Maybe that's why we got so close. Apart from being the same age, we had little else in common. But I held things in too, and there was something about him that acted like a truth serum. I couldn't hide anything from him if my life depended on it. My reasons for holding things in were different, though. I just never wanted to seem a burden. Takeru has helped me see through that, though. Still, there are things that I can tell him and only him. I didn't see that changing any time soon.

We had walked out to the park, which again was not that unusual. Often we took hours to get home. But this time I knew something was off. His pace was slow, but deliberately so. Usually we meandered through here as if there was nothing to worry about. We were just two silly teenagers staying up way too late on a school night.

Takeru had stopped, though, and again I saw him fidget. When he turned his gaze on me, I had seen the conflict in his eyes. Those eyes were captivating; I could never deny that. Deep and mysterious to those who did not know him, and the window to his very soul to those who did. He ran a hand through his golden blonde hair, a stress habit he had picked up from his older brother. I hoped nothing too serious was bothering him; I hoped I would know how to help him. Seeing TK like this was not doing my nerves so well either.

And then, finally, a look of resignation had crossed his face. He shook his head slowly, and smiled softly. It wasn't my favourite smile, though, just a ghost of it. It didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm in love with you." He finally said. I had wanted to laugh, but I saw the look on his face. He was being serious.

It took me a moment to realise that I had been silent for way too long. The shock of it wore off and I came back to the present. Takeru was still standing there, though he was staring at the ground now. His hands were shoved into his pockets and his shoulders were slumped. I could tell that he wasn't expecting much.

"T-Takeru, I…" I didn't even know how to begin. How was I to respond to that? My best friend had just told me that he loved me. Love. I didn't even know what that was! I knew I loved my parents and my brother, and I loved my friends and I loved him. But not in the way that he was professing to me now. I though we had a good thing going, why would he want to change that? I just didn't understand. Things between us had been the same for as long as I can remember. He has been a part of my life, as my best friend, for a very long time. I knew I didn't want that to change.

I heaved with a sigh, and I reached out to grab his hand. It was a comforting gesture, one that he knew well. I knew it wouldn't give him any hope. He seemed to know what my answer would be.

"I'm sorry, Takeru." I started. It was incredibly hard for me to do, and my voice was just barely above a whisper. "I just…we've been friends for so long, I…"

Slowly he nodded his head, then he lifted it to look at me. What I saw there startled me. His eyes were sad, but he was smiling. It was strange, though; he wasn't as crushed as I'd feared. There seemed to be, along with the slight resignation, a sense of determination in him. I don't know why, but it frightened me.

"It's okay, I know." And I knew that he did. Often we communicated without words, this time didn't seem any different.

And then he took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. His captivating gaze still held my own, and he smiled a little stronger. "I'll wait for you. As long as it takes."

I was stunned speechless. It took me a few seconds to realise that my mouth was hanging open. Snapping it shut, I shook my head and tried to pull my hand from his. He wouldn't let go. "N-no, you shouldn't say that. We're best friends, Takeru. Why do you want to change that?"

I could see that my words had stung him, and I instantly regretted it. But I didn't want him to make such promises. I didn't want to hurt him, in the long run. How was he supposed to find the person he was meant to be with, if he had eyes for only me? All our lives it had just been the two of us. His affections had to be simply based on that. He was biased; I was the only girl he'd ever gotten close to, so naturally he would fancy himself in love with me.

"You should, you know, play the field a little. Get to know…other girls too."

I watched as he thought about this, but I didn't see the response on his face I had been hoping for.

"And what if I find a new best friend?" He wasn't being serious; I could see that. He was just trying to prove a point. I didn't have an answer for him, and he didn't push for one.

Another lapse of silence passed; I watched him as he mulled things over in his mind. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze, then once again locked his eyes with mine. "I'll walk you home."

I nodded and tried to once more pull my hand from his, but he wasn't having any of it. The rest of our walk was in silence, though it was comfortable. He wasn't sullen, and I knew that I would be the one to lose sleep that night.


It was incredible how things didn't change between us. I suppose they did, to some degree, but it wasn't anything too drastic. I noticed that he still paid more attention to me than he should, but I didn't find it uncomfortable. He still smiled brightly, and his eyes never lost their shine of hope. He and I still got caught up in our pointless banter, and he and Davis still fought like a married couple. What had changed was that he was…closer. I was much more aware of him now, so maybe I just hadn't noticed before. But he would reach over and tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, or gently guide me through the hallways with a hand at my waist. While we sat his arm would be around the back of my chair. Others seemed to notice, though only Miyako pounced on me for it. Because of her nature I was obligated to give her the details of our conversation, to which she called me insane. She was convinced that I was in love with him, I was just either in denial or I didn't know it yet. I could only offer a silent nod; she would never understand. She'd been with Ken for quite some time now, and she was already planning the wedding…

And so it was in this manner that the school year passed. Takeru had gotten into Osaka University on a basketball scholarship, and I was going there to study to become a teacher. They also had a good photography program, which I would probably dabble in for my electives. Long ago we had promised to go to the same school, and I wasn't breaking that now.

Another promise that needed to be carried out was one which involved the matter of prom. The first day of high school he made me promise to go with him, providing that I hadn't found anyone that I liked more than him. That certainly wasn't the case now, though I was wary. Prom was not necessarily a time for lovers, but the implications were there. I was afraid of what feelings we might get caught up in; what the lights and the music and the dancing could do to me. I didn't want to hurt him. I didn't want to get carried away. But he never brought it up, not until a few weeks before, and it was only to double check that I was still going with him. Of course I was; I had promised. And best friends don't break promises to each other.

Our prom was on a Saturday, and Miyako insisted that we get ready together. That day was more nerve wracking than I thought it should be, but the only thing I could do was wait. It was just Takeru; just my best friend. Everything would be fine. Nothing had changed between us, and it certainly wasn't going to change tonight.


Calmer of the Storm: Alrighty! I have the bare bones of this story worked out…so hopefully things will move smoothly! I've decided that there will be 5 chapters, one for each verse in the song (and chorus) and then a reprise of one of the verses. I can't see there being any more than that, at this point, but you never know.

Anyways…hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to drop a review! I'd love to know what you guys think of my spur-of-the-moment idea.

Next Chapter: The prom!

"Dance with me, Hikari", I said, though I knew she was hesitant. I knew she saw the couples on the dance floor, and it made her nervous. I smiled and held out my hand for encouragement, "Do you really think that we're like that? Don't worry, we won't get carried away."