5Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or its characters. I only own the plot. I don't know if Japanese high schools have Homecoming dances or not, but just for GP that's what I am using.
Reflection
It was the senior prom for the 2nd Chosen Children generation. Daisuke, Miyako, Ken, and even Iori, who was in his third year of high school, were there, as were the older generation of Chosen Children, to include Takeru and Hikari. Takeru, who was the star player of the basketball team, and Hikari, who was one of, if not THE most popular girl in school, were crowned King and Queen of Odaiba High School's Prom, and as such shared the first dance. Everyone else formed a wide circle around them to watch as they slowly glided around the floor to a slow song about love and happiness, and all were captivated by how simply ravenous they both looked together; Hikari in her red silk sleeveless ball gown with matching red gloves and a large pink rose pinned on the left side, complete with a clip in her hair in the shape of her Light crest, and Takeru in a black tuxedo, yellow sash, yellow bow tie, a lapel in the shape of the Crest of Hope, and for once didn't have that silly hat on his head.
The older and younger generation were all smiles…well, except for Daisuke, who stood in the back behind the food table, somewhat in the shadows where no one would notice him. He didn't want to be noticed; he didn't want to be there at all, for he knew who and what would be there, and he wanted no part of it, but his parents made him go, telling him he needed to be around his friends. Some friends, he had thought to himself. None of them took his affection for the Child of Light seriously, and chided him for acting childish around her. Though, he could hardly fault them; deep down, he'd known this would happen, but he tried to pursue her anyway. Now, as he stood in the back watching the couple on the dance floor, he couldn't help but notice that all of his friends, save for Jyou Kido, who wasn't able to attend, had a date on their arm, to include Iori getting with some transfer student from Mexico named Rosa. Ken and Miyako were all smiles clinging to each other; Taichi was beaming with pride at his little sister as Sora held onto his arm, her smile just as radiant; Yamato had a wicked grin on his face as he watched his little brother dance while his date, some blue haired, buxom chick from the Philippines he met while on tour there, looked at him sardonically; Koushiro and Mimi were also there, holding each other's hands and watching the scene with smiles on their faces.
Daisuke sighed. Here he is, the top player on the soccer team (of his school, anyway), nice physique as he started taking up martial arts along with his soccer playing, and he couldn't even get a date for the prom, least of all the one girl that was worth his time and trouble! It was amazing to think that, for all of his trouble going about the Digital World, he and V-mon fighting tooth and nail to overcome all odds, helping save the world from BelialVamdemon, and never giving up when all seemed lost, the one thing he could never accomplish was to get the girl he loved most to look at him the way she was looking at Takeru right now, and seemingly no one remembered what he did to get them through it all. As he watched them dance—and it seemed that the gap left between the bodies in front of him was left open on purpose for him to get a clear view of them and twist the knife in his heart further—he began to reflect on what led up to this moment, what could have been, and what is to come.
Daisuke's POV
I don't want to be here. I knew this would happen. I should have known long before that it would lead up to this, but I was too foolish to see it, thinking I could be with you. You, Hikari, the main reason why I kept going, kept fighting. It may have seemed that my crush on you had left; in a sense, that is correct, because now I've been in love with you for a while now, so much that it hurts to see you in his arms. Don't get me wrong; I don't hate Takeru. I hate myself. I hate myself for not being strong enough for you. I hate myself for letting you slip away from me. I hate myself…because I was too silly to think that I could ever be your one and only, knowing that I never had a chance to begin with. Everyone but me could see it, with this whole "destined to be together" garbage, all because both of your digimon could turn into angels. Even in your armor evolutions, you two were paired together. And here I was, thinking that I could change it, that this whole "destiny" thing was just a bunch of hogwash, but little did I know that I was the one being played.
That fateful day you told me that you and Takeru started dating, I was shocked. I had started to believe you and I were making headway towards a relationship, seeing as how we were hanging out a lot, and we sat next to each other multiple times when we were out with everyone. You even gave me a present for my birthday last year (everyone did, but yours was special to me), which I still haven't opened because it reminds me of that day, and I don't ever want to forget that.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to just crawl away somewhere and hide in a hole of despair. I wanted to do a lot of things at that point, but the only sane thing I could do was look you in the eye, put on a fake smile, and say "congratulations". You didn't see the pain in my eyes. You didn't hear my heart beating fast, ready to explode. I wish you didn't give me that quick friend-zone hug, because that tore whatever resolve or hope I had left. And as I watched you skip happily away from me and out of my life, I was also watching my whole world slip from under me, plunging me into darkness. For all my being the bearer of the Crest of Miracles, the one miracle I could not achieve was to be with you.
And now here I am, watching you in all of your radiance and glory, looking as beautiful as ever, with your head on his shoulder as you two dance, your smile lighting up even this dark corner I am in, and I can't help but wish that was my shoulder you were leaning on, but also knowing that it can never be me. The tears slowly running down my face do not reflect the happy tears of everyone else watching you and Takeru, but of the bitter hatred I have for myself for not being the one you would smile at, for not being able to tell you how much I love you and what you mean to me. And as you moved your head back to gaze lovingly in his eyes, I knew that it was over for me. And when you kissed…I closed my eyes in bitterness and shame. I couldn't bear to look at what will never be. Lucky for me, no one noticed me dying inside. Over the ragged cheers and clapping, nobody heard the shattering of my empty heart as it fell to the floor. And no one will notice as I give a final toast to you, to fate, to "destiny".
I take my leave of you now, my love, for my somnolence is bound to corrupt the euphoria of the crowd, and stain the beauty that is you. The last thing I need to see is your face slipping into worry over me for looking so dejected, so defeated. It would hurt me even more for you to wonder why I am hurting, and not knowing that all this time you were the cause of it. I want you to be happy. I want you to smile always, and be the light that brightens up every corner of the world. Your light is why I love you; it's why I want for you to be happy, even if it's not me giving you that happiness. If your happiness is found in Takeru, then I am content. As long as you continue to smile, it is enough for me. My love for you will never waver, never fade; I will continue to love you no matter where you go, what you may do. It is said that there are plenty of fish in the sea, and that may be true, but none of them are as rare a catch as you. I don't know if I can ever love another woman the same way I love you. If I ever do fall in love again, I'll be sure that the lady is just like you.
I bid you farewell and long life, my fair maiden. You have found your happiness, and I pray it lasts for a very long time. As I step out into the warm night air and look to the stars, I take a deep breath to steady myself. All I can do now is reflect on what was, what is, and what could have been. Maybe…maybe if I was a different person, I may have had a chance. Maybe, but…
I love you, Hikari, no matter what. That's why I have to let you go. As much as it hurts me to do so, this has to be done. Wherever life takes you, always remember that my love for you will always be there if you need it. Goodbye, my love. My Angel of Light.
As Daisuke walked towards his car, he failed to notice the black haired, brown eyed girl in the royal blue evening dress watching him from the doorway. She had followed him as he left the gym where the prom was being held, as it was her intent to ask him to dance. She knew the history between him and Hikari, and was angry at the girl for breaking his heart, as she was madly in love with Daisuke but was too shy to tell him, and he was still pining over the brown haired wench. She hoped that now was her opportunity to move in on him, but as she watched him from the doorway, she could feel how hurt and broken he was. She wanted to just run up to him, wrap her arms around him and tell him that everything will be okay, and that she was there for him, but she couldn't. As she stood in the doorway, watching through tear-filled eyes as he drove away, she resolved in herself that when he was ready to open up again, she would be the one to fill the void in his heart, and show him how it really feels to be loved. And soon, he'll forget all about Hikari Yagami.
This is a one-shot I decided to do, just to see how it looked. I may or may not turn this into a story of sorts, depending on how it goes. Let me know what you think about this, and if you think I should make this into a story. See ya!