Kiss it all Better

This is a story about another unusual pairing by Hexed-honey. This time it is Kari x Izzy or Koushiro and Hikari which I sort of find weird but hey ho. So its Koukari? Maybe Hishiro… that actually sounds like a name but I like it :D

Oki story time…. It is a M… be careful out there.

Death leaves doors open

It wasn't raining the day he died. It was now. Hikari looked on as the coffin moved down the aisle, inside was the body of the boy she cared most about. As it got closer to its destination it felt like more pieces of her heart were getting torn apart. The vicar said his stale words but they were nothing in comparison to the life that was not in the frozen body anymore. It felt emotionless, he was gone. She felt for Yamato as it was most of his tears that were hitting the floor, after all it was his brother who lost his life.

As much as she hated the thought of crying she wished nothing more than to cry with him but yet no tears fell. Well there was something else she wished for…

The remaining of the digi-destined left the church before Hikari and Yamato. She looked back to the pew where the hidden flames were getting ready burnt the boy she once loved. She helped lead Yamato out as he was blinded by his tears. The skies were still open. How she envied the rain.

Taichi offered to drive her home but she declined. She needed to feel worst then what she already felt and knew that the water falling would supply this for her. Walking past the seashore where Takeru once saved her from her inner self madness, but now he was gone and it felt like it was already starting to consume her. Her shoulder length hair swayed as she hit the sand floor and curled into a ball hiding from whatever Takeru had ever saved her from. The rain seemed to have washed away the memories for the time she had in her lonely sleep.

She woke up in a different place, a place she hadn't seen before but yet it seemed so foreign but comforting in a different way than the beach floor had. Her eyes betrayed her as the thoughts of the place were fuzzed and she couldn't sort them no matter how hard she tried. The smell of alcohol filled her nose and the noise of giggling girls and drunken tarts hurt her ears. She could recognise now that two men were sitting next to her, one on each side at a table in the corner of a bar. She did not know who they were and she was pretty sure she didn't want to. The one on the left had stubble on his chin and wore a beanie hat that covered his already greasy hair. He had a stained T-shirt that had some ridiculous message on it and a pair of brown trousers that had rips on them. The other one on the right looked like he had more hair on his back then his head. He wore a terrible green jumper that was torn at the bottom and had grey trousers. Hikari thought that they were both tramps. They both had huge eyes that seemed to both reflect Hikari's face in them. They were obviously high, that or they were regular drunks .

They were talking to Hikari but yet nothing was entering her mind. She looked at them, scared, and listened to the noise they were producing. The one in the beanie hat had went to the bar and her eyes followed him. She was sure she could recognise some people in the distant crowds away from the table but yet her eyes couldn't meet them. The man came back after a few minutes with the drinks in hand. Hikari suddenly realised that he didn't ask her what she wanted to drink but in the state she was in she really didn't care. He pushed the alcohol towards the 16 year old, her eyes half open. Hikari drank it down in one gulp, hitting the glass on the table, not hoping it wouldn't smash. The men looked at each other and smiled. The one in the beanie hat grabbed Hikari's hand and pulled her out from where she was sitting. All the surroundings moved quickly around her causing her to feel dizzy. She ended up in a small alley way where the bloke's intensions were the only thing that could be darker.

His hands went for her hands as he pulled them over her head and pressed her against the wall. She cried out as he ripped her clothes from her body. Her voice couldn't get any louder than a whisper as her tears ran down her face. She stayed awake long enough to see a man punch and hit the rapist away from her. That man, her hero, saved her before the rapist could enter her thankfully. She slumped down the wall and shut her eyes as her tears about to fall were the last thing she seen before passing out.