Disclaimer: (hyperventilating) I do not own Digimon, I do not own Digimon.
*Kari*
It was late at night. I just performed about 10 operations today. Suddenly, a sign it up on my face, Akiyama's House of Sushi. I was a lousy cook so why not eat here.
I went in the door, sat down and ordered some California Rolls. I lit a cigarette as I waited for my entree. Just then, I recognized a familiar blond walking in my direction.
"Yamato!" I heard my own voice say. The blond looked up.
"Hey Kari." He walked toward me and sat across from me. "How are things going?"
"Shit, just usual shit." I answered. The waiter returned. "What would you like, sir?"
"Miso soup, please." Yamato answered. The waiter left to get his food.
"So, what brings you to Okinawa?" I asked.
"My boss thought that I use a vacation." He ran his hand through his golden hair. I snuffed out my cigarette and laughed.
"You?"
"Don't ask me." He shook his head.
"Well, I had better be going." I stood up. "So, see ya around?"
"Yeah, I guess."
I walked out, my mind about to explode into a million pieces, and my heart pounding so loud I was afraid people in America coud hear it.
*Yamato*
I walked back to the apartment a friend of mine lent me for a week. It wasn't entirely a lie that I was on vacation. I had some minor crap I had to do. As I walked into me room, I remembered Kari. Thinking about her made me tingle.
I lay on my bed trying to get to sleep. I got up just to get a drink of water. How was I going to tell her?
I lay back on my bed, Kari filling my thoughts.
*Kari*
The phone rang. I picked up the receiver and answered. "Hello, Kamiya residence."
"Oh, hi Mimi...
..Oh yes, I'm fine, just feel a litte sick.
Hey! Guess who I met today.
...Nice try but I believe Takeru is *your* husband.
...It's Yamato.
.......
What!? That crap-assed bitch!..
Oh shit! ...
What the hell, I flirted with him last night...
Oh, shut the hell up!.. How the hell am I supposed to explain this!?
Mimi! Help me, for Christ's sake!..
Do something, dammit!...
..oh shit, bye, talk to ya later."
"That crap-assed son of a bitch!"
I threw my beer at the wall and shattered my mirror on the wall with my fist.
How could he do this to me?! That bastard! Mimi had called to see how I was doing. She told me that Yamato was engaged to Sora. That tripled breasted whore!
I yelled more choice words and made my room look like some Bakemon ransacked it.
As I threw my chair, my hair got in the way. I clawed at it and swore.
Then, I grabbed a butcher knife and grabbed a fistful of my long brown and hacked at it. I
hacked the rest of my hair. I took a quick look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I now had uneven short hair, and it got out of my way. I pushed open my door and stumbled outside.
*Yamato*
I couldn't sleep. I decided to take a walk outside. Walking a few paces, I noticed a figure leaning on a streetlamp. Walking closer, I recognized the person.
"Kari! What are you doing out here?"
"Yama--Yamato..." She whispered.
"Kari!" I brushed some strands of her hair from her face. "Your hair."
"I know..." She answered quietly. Her long hair was unevenly cut by what looked like a axe.
"Let me bring you to my place, I can fix your hair." I held out my hand, she reluctantly took it. She rested her head on my shoulder. I let my fingers close around hers. I put my free hand around her shoulder.
When I reached my apartment, Kari immediately sat down on my bed. Her eyes stared out the window.
"Can I get you anything?"
She shook her head.
"Kari, what's wrong?" I sat down next to her. I hope she didn't get the wrong idea. She didn't answer me.
"Why did you cut your hair?" I tried again.
"Because I love you." Her voice came out shaky.
"I don't want to but I do." She finished.
"You didn't answer my question."
"I don't like it when you interoggate me." She glanced at me.
"I wasn't." I said gently.
"Is that the answer?" I asked.
"No. I felt like it." Her voice was almost a whisper.
Warm lips pressed against mine. I realized that Kari had kissed me. I gently, put my arms around her, she looked so frail against me. I kissed her back. Then, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom.
*Kari*
I tore myself from Yamato's kiss and pulled him into the bathroom. I grabbed a pair of scissors.
"Fix my hair." I ordered.
"I'm--I'm not much of a hairstylist, but--"
"Just do it!" I ordered. Yamato took some of my hair and began trimming it.
"How did you cut it?" He asked.
"Knife." I answered.
"Done." He announced. I examined myself in the mirror.
"Not bad."
"Thanks." He smirked.
"Yamato, do you love me?" I asked in a strange voice.
"Um, well, you see, the truth is--"
"Don't even bother telling me. I know you're engaged to that evil whore Sora." I spat.
"That's what I was uh, gonna--"
"Fuck up!" I screamed into his face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't really think about you at that moment, it just sorta happened." He tried to explain. I wouldn't listen. Suddenly, my eyes went blurry, I ran out the door of the apartment and ran up the flight of stairs to the roof.
The roof was quiet and peaceful. My world stopped spinning. I walked over to the edge. I coud see the rest of the city from here. As I surveyed the ground area, I closed my eyes, there was no way to escape this except for death. Peaceful death. I embrace you.
As I was about to go over, a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me back up.
"You can't do this."
*Yamato*
"You can't do this... Kari."
She wrestled out of my arms. "Get the hell away from me."
"I can't let you." I said quietly.
"Who gave you authority to tell me what to do?" she narrowed her eyes.
"Hikari."
"Shut up! You have no right to say that to me!! Get out of here and get on with your damn life." She whirled around.
"Hi-hikari, I cancelled it." I whispered.
"You what!?" Kari faced me.
"I cancelled the engagement, I couldn't be fair to Sora. When in fact I love you."
"I don't care. I don't give a damn about your fucked up life." she walked toward the edge.
"And no one will stop me from what I'm going to do. No one." she intonated. Then, she broke into tears and fell into my arms.
"This is so shitfaced." she muttered.
"C'mon, it's cold, et's get back in and be comfortable." I took her hand and walked to the elevator.
*Kari*
We walked back to his apartment, Yamato's arm limpy dangling over my shouder. Occasionally, he would galnce at me.
I sat down on his bed, Yamato following me. He sat down very close to me. We were so close, we could have kissed.Yamato's crystalline blue eyes met mine. I forced a smile as I bent closer. "You are soo evil." My lips pressed upon his warm lips as I began unbuttoning my shirt.
*Yamato*
The morning after our little "lovemaking" resulted in a headache. I searched the floor for my discarded shirt somewhere. Kari opened her reddish eyes. She gave a small smile.
"Morning beautiful."
"Morning to you too." She pulled on her panties and also began to feel the floor for her clothing.
"Oh shit." I swore.
"What is it?" Kari asked as she button her shirt up.
"I just realized that my friend comes back this afternoon."
"Are you going today?" she asked.
"Yea, sorry I couldn't spend much time with you, baby, but my time was a bit limited." I started mking the bed.
"It's ok. I'll see you to the airport."
"Thanks." I flashed her my famous half smirk half smile.
She shook her head. "Boys." she muttered.
*Kari*
"So I'll see you soon?" I asked, wrappig my arms around Yamato.
"Yea. Well, I better go. Miss ya, angel." He pulled me into a long, deep kiss. He broke off and walked away. I waved.
As he boarded the plane, I began to feel a strong sense of nausea.
THE END
A/N: So, whaddya think? Good, bad? I really like this fic. I think I'll write a sequel. Think I should? Oh, yeah, and people, READ AND REVIEW!!! Arigatou.
~Elione, the Raven Liselle (Yes, I do give myself names.)