I don't own Digimon but I wish I could because I would totally want Taichi-kun!
It was a cold night for Hikari Yagami. She was a simple college student in University of Maryland which is located in the United States of America. She shuddered when the breeze hit her. Her ears were red from so much exposure to the atmosphere and her lips, chapped from the dry wind. Since she transferred from Japan to America to resume her education after it was paused in her sophomore year in high school, she had to try and survive for herself and her mother. Her brother, Taichi Yagami, had been in Japan with her mother but he had already pursued his career to be a lawyer. She decided to now support her mother.
Right now, Hikari is only 20 years old and is in her third year of college. She had been working in a restaurant for evening shifts. It was already past nine and she had to go to her dorm to study and rest to wake up at ten for another class. She was wise to choose classes to start from ten in the morning to 4 in the afternoon. She chose a fifteen minute lunch break. She had no time for relationships since her schedule was already packed up.
She had just entered a taxi cab to get her home with the tips she had just received from the customers in that restaurant. At least they were nice tips. She sighed and informed the man of her destination. He pressed the button to begin the meter at two dollars. It went up every twenty-five cents as he drove.
It was a cold night according to the condensation that formed on the windows. She removed her gloves and rubbed her hands for warmth. She touched her ears. They felt like ice at first but soon acceded to the warm touches. Her long, brown hair was frizzy so she decided to remove her hands from her ears and tied up her hair in a ponytail. The man turned the knob for the heater high, making her feel better though she was going to be disappointed once she steps back into the forsaken atmosphere.
Meanwhile…
A tall man with dark blue hair had slammed his fist against his rock-solid brass desk. He picked up a picture of a young lady and glared straight at it with his cold, blue eyes. That young lady was…
"I wanted that Hikari Yagami bitch to die," he yelled. "Why can't you get that?"
There was another man who was standing in fear because he had failed his assignment. He walked up to him.
"Mr. Ichijōji, I wasn't given enough information about her location but I was able to find out where she goes to school," he bowed and stood again with a paper to hand him.
He snatched the paper and read about Hikari's location. He crumpled it and growled.
"It is still not a good excuse," he frowned. "I have no choice but to terminate you to avoid any risk of police involvement."
"Mr. Ichi-"
He jabbed two fingers in his neck without a sweat. Blood spurted out like a fountain as it got all over his white suit jacket. He grinned as it also came on his lips. He licked the blood as the man fell down, trying to struggle for breath. Mr. Ichijōji had a right-hand man named Jim Kido, Joe's older brother. He had such a sarcastic and smart-ass attitude.
"Harsh, don't you think," Jim smirked and removed his glasses only for a moment. "I mean he was trying his best, Ken."
"That girl needs to die," Ken frowned and walked behind his desk. "I will never forgive her for the murder of my older brother, Osamu. He was supposed to see me about his career that day…"
"There there," he teased. "Do you need a tissue?"
He shot him a deadly glare. If looks could kill…
"Send in Takeru Takaishi and Catherine DeBelle," he paged his secretary.
"Really Ken," Jim scoffed, shaking his head. "You know that Takeru is one of the top male assassins in Japan and Catherine is an expert slaughterer."
"Exactly," Ken chuckled. "The both of them on this job, there is no way Hikari Yagami will be able to resist them. It would take the work of God to protect her."
"Wow, Hikari must have really hurt you bad," he sarcastically replied.
"I have been too easy on her. Now it's time for her to see the true wrath of my revenge."
"You called," a female asked.
He turned to see Catherine DeBelle. Her name really described her. Her beauty was overwhelming and her body so seducing. Her long, blonde hair was tied into a bun, to reveal her perfect diamond-shaped head and small ears. Her skin was pale white but it was perfect. She was a Blood Type O. Such a rare beauty.
"We are here at your service," Takeru kept a straight face but kept a small distance from Catherine.
Takeru would have been a typical, tall model guy but he fell into the dark side due to an unfortunate incident. Since then, all he could think about was blood and killing. He never showed mercy or any emotions. Though he was dangerous, Ken was even more superior to him.
"I want you to find Hikari Yagami," he instructed. "She's close to your age and it is now discovered that she goes to University of Maryland in the United States of America. You guys will be in a private jet to go undercover. You will ask people where she lives, where she works, and every other detail. When the time is right, you kill her and do it well without the police being suspicious."
"I see," Catherine purred and came up to him. "You want revenge on this girl, don't you? Je peux vois. (I can see.)"
She licked the leftover blood on his cheek and giggled.
"Did you kill another man because he failed," Takeru asked, looking at the corpse below him.
"He didn't do what I exactly said," he shrugged as his secretary, Miyako Inoue walked in with the things for the assignment. "Here are your passports and your belongings for Maryland. You will be living in a motel in Baltimore where there is a bedroom with two separate beds. Koushiro will be there to help with your disguises. You have at least a month to get this assignment done."
"Hai, Ichijōji-sensei," Takeru bowed.
"Hai, Kenny," Catherine winked and walked off with her heels tapping against the black floor.
"Your ride will come to you at 0800," Jim cleared his throat to remind Takeru before he left.
"Sure," he replied in a monotone.
Later
Hikari fell asleep on her Humans textbook. She had a unit test on it in the morning but she already studied hard as usual for it. She was on her soft bed and her head was on the harsh surface of the book. She was alone in the room. Her roommate, Yasumi, was out like always, going out to hang out with peers. She was twenty-two. She used to tease Hikari because of they were complete opposites.
There was a strange feeling in her sleep. She noticed a quick bad vibe. She immediately woke up. Her cell phone rang. It was an unknown number. She yawned and answered it.
Hikari: Hello?
Unknown Person: ...
Hikari: Hello? Is there anybody there?
Unknown Person: Meet me in fifteen minutes by the abandoned club right across the street to McDonald's. Your life depends on it. (Hangs up)
She looked at her phone, wondering that was all about. She thought at first that it was a prank call by some teenagers. The person's voice was deep so it must've been a man. Maybe it was one of her friends playing around. Maybe it was a desperate attempt for a boy to get at her. Maybe…
Her cell phone rang again. It was read unknown number again. She answered it and frowned.
Hikari: I'm not going.
Unknown: You must. Your life—
Hikari: My life sucks so far. Why should I care?
Unknown: You will not regret this. This is a life-and-death situation. If you don't come—
Hikari: I am going back to sleep.
Unknown: You're being stubborn.
Hikari: Prove to me that you are serious.
Unknown: …
Hikari: I knew it.
Unknown: I work undercover in an organization that has a leader who is plotting to kill you. My name will be revealed if you follow my instructions right now.
Hikari: Kill?
Unknown: Do you remember killing a certain fellow name Osamu?
She did remember a certain man that had tried to hurt her when she was barely eighteen. She was traumatized ever since he had tried to force himself on her.
Hikari: I had to kill him. It was self-defense…
Unknown: Well, now his younger brother wants revenge and wants your life to be taken away. He will give you no mercy. He has already sent his top assassins to come after you.
Hikari: Can't I call the police?
Unknown: They won't do much good and they would probably be killed.
Hikari: No, I can't leave.
Unknown: Should I come to you?
Hikari: I can't trust you, yet. I still don't know whether this is a trap.
Unknown: I am not asking you to trust me but I am offering you my help because of your life.
Hikari: …
Unknown: Tell me, Hikari.
Hikari: How do you know my name?
Unknown: That will also be explained. Tell me where you are.
Hikari: Okay, I live in an apartment near University of Maryland. I live in the right wing and my room is on the third floor, room 375.
Unknown: Thank you. I will be there.
Then he hung up. She put her phone back on the dresser as she lifted her head off her book. She yawned once again and got up. She nearly stumbled over but got herself on balance. She went in the bathroom to fix herself. She splashed water on her face and took her toothbrush to put toothpaste on and brush her teeth. Pretty soon, she put on her pajamas and put her worn clothes in the laundry hamper in be washed later on.
She heard a soft knocking on her door. She walked from her bedroom, through the dining room, and to the door. She looked through the peephole and saw a man, dressed in black, with black sunglasses and he had on a black hat. Her heart pounded against her chest, hoping this wasn't a trap. She turned on the lights.
"Please Kami-sama," she whispered to herself.
She opened the door wide enough for the man to enter. She was still scared but she could defend herself. She closed the door and locked it. She turned and gasped when the man was close to her face. He gently covered her mouth with his gloved hand and put a finger to his lips, meaning to be quiet. Her heart pounded even louder. Why did she foolishly allow him to come in?
She tried to find a way for him to push him away but he seemed to have a tall, muscular structure. He removed his hand and removed his sunglasses and his hat. She saw a man with maroon, spiky hair. He had a tan complexion and his face had a slight scar on his left cheek.
"Who…are you," she gulped.
"My name is Daisuke Motimaya," he softly backed away. "Are you Hikari Yagami?"
"Hai," she softly replied.
"Hmm, vous êtes tres belle (You are very beautiful)," he softly smirked.
She knew exactly what he said but she frowned. That's what boys would say to get to a girl.
"Anyway, I am here from an organization to protect you," he explained.
"You said you were merely…"
"I know," he said. "But you life is surely in danger. Your brother, Taichi Yagami, was found in an accident or so the news claim. Apparently, he was shot in a drive-by shooting and nobody was able to see the person who did that. I already know that it was planned because like I said before, it was planned."
"Onii-chan," she gasped.
"Your brother is alive but he is sadly paralyzed for life," he sighed.
"What," she gasped again. "Who did this? What about my mother?"
"…"
"What about her?"
"Calm down. She was taken by a woman named Sora. I know her and she is keeping her safe from harm."
Hikari didn't want to believe this. It must've been a nightmare. It has to be. Her brother…paralyzed?
"Hikari," he gently tilted her chin. "They are coming here this morning at exactly 12 noon. You cannot trust anyone, not even your close friends."
"But…my life…"
"You will have to be with me at all times," he instructed. "I understand that you have a job."
"A shitty job that is," she scoffed.
"Your education will still be resumed but you cannot trust anyone. Like I said, I will be with you at all times."
"You're not even a student here," she crossed her arms.
"I can find a way," he scoffed.
She was still scared. What if this was a huge lie and it was just a prank? She laughed to hide fear and shook her head.
"You're funny," she laughed. "Wow, my friends must've taught you well to fool me like this. I know I never had a man in my life but you don't have to lie to slither an intimacy relationship."
"I wasn't..."
"Thanks for coming," she continued laughing and opened the door. "You are still rejected either way."
He slammed the door and locked it, making her jump. He looked annoyed. It seemed that he was actually serious.
"Listen," he growled. "I don't give a damn if you don't like me because you're going to have to get used to me being around. Now, are you going to participate or will I have to force you to listen well?"
She felt intimidated by his anger and annoyance as she nodded. He exhaled and took out something. It was a ring. He slipped it on her left ring finger and held her hand. Pain suddenly struck her hand as the ring started to literally melt in her finger. It then vanished.
"This ring will track you down," he said. "If you try to run from me, I will find you. You are now mine. You cannot hide from me unless you want to cut off your finger."
"You bas…"
She heard another knocking on the door. It was Yasumi.
"So you don't live alone," he smirked.
"That's Yasumi," she whispered. "She must be drunk right now so you're safe. Explain more in the morning how you know my name."
He nodded and quietly backed away as she opened the door. She was right. Her roommate was drunk, hardcore.
"Oh Hikari," she sobbed and fell on the floor. "Thomas dumped me! He said I was too much of a party girl!"
"Wow," Hikari sweat dropped. "Was it that bad?"
"Yes," she groaned. "Ugh, I need to sleep."
"Sure, you do that."
Yasumi got up but instead of even struggling to walk, she landed on the floor and fell fast asleep. Daisuke carried her in his arms as Hikari locked the door and told him to put her on her bed. She was going to have to sleep on the couch, again so that she wouldn't hear the annoying hangover in the morning.
"Where do I sleep," he asked after he set Yasumi on a bed.
"Wait, you cannot stay here," she blushed.
"Why not," he frowned. "I am your…"
"Fine, you have to get up early like me because she usually wakes up around eleven for her afternoon job," she sighed. "Sleep on the other sofa. It's longer."
He nodded as she thought to herself. This was going to take some time.
What do you think so far? I had to think this up until this came. Please read and review.
