Captured!: Chapter 1
Synopsis: In the wrong place at the wrong time, Hikari is captured by fiendish pirates. Takeru, the Captain son, falls for the newly captured maiden. Clandestine meetings, raging hormones, rushed kisses…what happens when their surreptitious affair is revealed?
- This is an AU (Alternate Universe) meaning that it does not follow the original story line of the show/books. The DigiDestined have not met YET at the camp or at all, truthfully.
- This is a Takeru & Hikari romance fic. As in, Takeru and Hikari will be in a relationship (kissing, hugging, loving.) Don't like it? Go back now!
- Rated R (M) due to cursing, sexual scenes, violence: You have been WARNED!
Enjoy!
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"You make sure you are back before night fall, Kari!"
The eighteen-year-old Hikari Yagami only rolled her eyes a little, head shaking hopelessly as she absently nodded to her brother's adamant command. Her dear old brother still insisted upon coddling her like she was still feeding from the breast.
He set time limits on everything, even trips to the market and had often came looking for her when she was a minute late. All the neighboring males that had sparked any sort of romantic interest in the youngest Yagami had, mysteriously, stopped talking to her.
They were into people of the same gender, Taichi casually explained.
She absently shoved a stray hank of her chestnut-brown tresses away from her face before continuing.
"At this rate brother, by the time you finish talking it will already be nightfall!" She exclaimed exasperatedly, grinning slightly at her teasing remark. Her grin turned soft and tender as she noticed the slightly wounded shift in her older sibling's eyes.
"I'll be fine." The brunette promised softly, moving over slightly and placing a gentle kiss on the eldest Yagami's raw-boned cheek.
"Now bye!"
The twenty-three-year-old male only sighed a little, smiling slightly as he saw his beloved sister off. He remained in their doorway, lingering until her slight frame could no longer be seen.
It was only then, a roughly callused hand raking through the unruly mass of chocolate-brown spikes, that the door wafted closed.
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It was perhaps one of the most scintillating times of the day.
Bright smoldering orange bursts across the effervescent expanse of cerulean blue, offset just slightly by the vibrant sparks of pink. And if one were to take the time, a brief lingering moment, one could notice the twinkling shards of diamond stars hidden amongst the sky.
It was something the youngest Yagami did every spring evening since before she could recall.
Mother, her brother Taichi and herself often used to partake in languid evening walks in the springtime. Mother would explain to the children the proper names of the curious-looking plants they'd amble by, even sometimes picking a handful to bring home.
And if it was a real good day, when papa would get home early from the fields, he would join them.
Hikari grinned a little, allowing her eyes to flutter closed as she took in one, deep inhalation of the crisp evening air. The delicately moist, chilled air filled her lungs and soon tickled her nose, forcing the girl to burst out into her infamous 100 mega-watt smile.
Some said it literally lighted the area about her.
After properly relishing the refreshing moment of the night, the young eighteen-year-old hummed a chipper tune as she began her short trek to the strawberry fields. One hand loosely clutched onto a slightly worn straw-woven basket, swinging to and fro at her side with her adolescent skipping.
Her bright, blushing rose eyes eagerly glanced about herself; soaking in the just blooming flowers and other foliage that had woken from their winter slumber. This was just another reason why she adored the spring season, what with all the beautiful plants and animals that floated about her.
Well that and the strawberry fields were in full bloom.
The slight female grinned in eager anticipation, licking her lips some as she already could taste the tart yet sweet burst on her lips.
She was wrought from her thoughts, however, as a slight outcry perforated the evening air.
Somewhat startled and thoroughly concerned, the bright-eyed girl made cautious steps towards the exclamation and passed through a thick chaparral of small shrubbery. The foliage cleared slightly to a large grassy meadow.
A horde of men had gathered at the center of the clearing, suited in odd attire definitely unaccustomed to the humble lands of Odaiba, Japan. The congregation of people had surrounded one particular male, who was currently sprawled about the soil grounds. His filth-smeared face was wrought with tears as he sobbed openly and pleaded with an ardent ache for some sort of mercy, some sort of pity.
It seemed such things as compassion and sympathy were void of their vocabulary; relinquishing several heavy-looking gunneries into their hold.
Astounded by the sudden exposure of such weaponry, the eighteen-year-old released a gasp of fear, stumbling back several feet. Much to her ill-fated luck, that had efficiently caught the unwanted and undesired attentions of the ten or so males.
"Who's that!?" Came a burly, barking demand from the crowd.
Obviously preoccupied with the new entity, the cowering male seized the opportunity and hastily scrambled to his feet. He made fast, haste strides away from the congregation of males and only moved quicker as the sound of gunfire echoed behind him.
One of the men turned, expression infallibly cold and disturbingly enraged.
"Get her!" He ordered, a muscled arm flying out towards her direction.
The brunette wrenched away, completely devoured by utter horror as she sprinted down the path she had just been casually strolling on a few moments ago. Her favorite hand-woven basket, the one her mother had made for her just before her tragic passing, slipped from her grasp in her frantic motions.
"No!" Her tiny, pain-tortured voice cried as she suddenly came to an abrupt halt. She spun about, dropping to her knees and retrieved the fallen object. The eighteen-year-old was just rising back to her feet, prepared to run to the limits of her wits, when something cold and hard slammed into the back of her skull.
And then, all at once, dark consumed her.
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Gone.
She was completely, utterly and purely…gone.
"How could you let this happen!?"
Taichi demanded furiously to himself, collapsed lifelessly onto the sofa of their otherwise empty living room. He was hunched over, head cradled helplessly into his hands as he thought over, over, over again of what he said, what he did.
"You make sure you are back before nightfall, Kari!"
"You're her brother! You're supposed to protect her!!" The twenty-three-year-old snarled viciously, long fingers scouring through his scalp in rough, scraping motions. His breathes were labored now, gasping and pleading for air, for this to be a horrible nightmare.
"Take care of her Taichi," Susumu pleaded hoarsely to his only son, coughing slightly as the illness began to claim him. The eldest Yagami could do nothing more then stay there, on his knees at his father's side with hot begging bands of sorrow tainting his cheeks.
He didn't want him to go. Not like mama.
"Take care of your sister. You're all each other have now and you have to be strong. For her."
The Yagami Patriarch was forced to suddenly clench his eyes shut, feeling them sting with hot, unforgiving tears. He had promised himself after mother and father had both been claimed by the illness that no one; man, woman or beast would ever take away anything dear to him again. He promised Hikari that nothing would hurt her ever again, that nothing would harm her because he was here.
He promised.
And now his baby sister was captured somewhere by fiendish gypsies and pirates, whom he had practically sent out to them in a welcome basket.
He glanced down at the flimsy straw basket in his hands, ripped in half and missing its handle. He swallowed a sob that rolled his frame, golden-amber eyes hardening somewhat…almost becoming darker.
The faintly-narrowed irises shifted towards the open window of his house, glaring endlessly into the fathomless darkness of night. His hand twisted and curled into a tight, unrelenting fist around the remains of his mother's basket.
His sister's basket.
"I'll find you, Hikari."
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This was the establishing chapter, I know, a bit short as well. But I honestly couldn't jump head first into some sort of background information first! Sheesh…
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