All right, you court-case-happy people who own Digimon, I don't own them, I'm just borrowing them for the duration of the fic!!! (Except for Koushiro- he's going to be mine forever!!!! :)) And now with that said, on with the story!! (Which I am not sure qualifies for angst...)
Finding The Way Back
She should have felt wonderful. Daisuke had stopped hitting on her, the sun was shining, she had new clothes, and no one left even her slightest desire or whim go unfulfilled.
She should have felt happy.
But she didn't.
A fresh flood of tears cascaded down Hikari's cheeks as Takeru's casket was lowered into the ground. The freshly cut headstone read,
Takeru Takaishi.
1988-2001.
May his memory help all to find hope.
Takeru's crest was engraved into the stone above his name. All around Hikari, the other Chosen Children remained silent. Even Daisuke was stricken, his normally smug face filled with grief. Sora, Mimi, and Miyako were all crying and holding onto Taichi, Jyou and Ken respectively. The three boys, as well as Iori, Yamato and Koushiro were doing their best to hold back tears and not being entirely successful. Hikari stepped mechanically forward and sprinkled a handful of dirt over the coffin. She stared down into the abyss that had swallowed up Takeru's body
Takeru... she thought. I love you so much... Hikari wondered if maybe she should jump down too, and be reunited with him. Anything to see Takeru again, she thought. She had almost convinced herself to jump when a light touch on her shoulder started her back to reality. She turned around and saw Koushiro, pain and concern evident on his face. Suddenly grateful for his presence, she turned and sobbed into his shoulder. Through the haze of grief, Hikari distantly felt Koushiro's arms go around her. They stood like that for a long time as Takeru's grave was filled.
"Hikari? Can I get you anything?"
Hikari looked up to see Koushiro's face. It was two weeks after the funeral and Hikari was still feeling miserable. "Koushiro? What are you doing here?"
"I come every Tuesday to help Taichi with his algebra, remember?" He sat down next to her on the couch.
"Oh yeah... Um, I guess I'm okay for now..."
"You sure?" His voice was soft and concerned.
"Well, not really..." Takeru... she thought. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"You want to talk about it?"
"I..."
-headlights, right towards her, speeding, sudden squeal of brakes, a shove in her side that sent her sprawling, a dull thud, a crumpled blonde-haired laying under the car and the sound of someone screaming-
"Hikari!! Hikari!!"
Hikari screamed, jolted out of the nightmare. Koushiro, Taichi, and her mother stared worriedly at her.
"What happened?" Even to her, her voice sounded haunted.
Taichi answered her. "I heard Koushiro yell and I ran in and you were having a seizure or something and we were so worried and..." Taichi ran out of air and paused for breath.
"Hikari, honey, are you okay?"
Hikari stared at her mother. "Yes, I... It was just so real..."
"What was real?" Koushiro, radiating anxiety.
"I... I was there, that night... I remembered what happened and it was so awful..." Her face contorted as she held back tears.
"Here, Hikari, it's okay. You just go lay down on the couch and rest. Here, I'll make you some tea."
"Thanks, Mom." Hikari curled up and sipped while Koushiro finished helping Taichi. Suddenly, she felt very tired. As she was drifting off, Koushiro collected his jacket and came over to the couch.
"Remember," he said, "If you need support, we're all here for you."
She smiled wanly at him. "Thanks," she said, and slept.
So should I continue? Please R&R!!!!
Finding The Way Back
She should have felt wonderful. Daisuke had stopped hitting on her, the sun was shining, she had new clothes, and no one left even her slightest desire or whim go unfulfilled.
She should have felt happy.
But she didn't.
A fresh flood of tears cascaded down Hikari's cheeks as Takeru's casket was lowered into the ground. The freshly cut headstone read,
Takeru Takaishi.
1988-2001.
May his memory help all to find hope.
Takeru's crest was engraved into the stone above his name. All around Hikari, the other Chosen Children remained silent. Even Daisuke was stricken, his normally smug face filled with grief. Sora, Mimi, and Miyako were all crying and holding onto Taichi, Jyou and Ken respectively. The three boys, as well as Iori, Yamato and Koushiro were doing their best to hold back tears and not being entirely successful. Hikari stepped mechanically forward and sprinkled a handful of dirt over the coffin. She stared down into the abyss that had swallowed up Takeru's body
Takeru... she thought. I love you so much... Hikari wondered if maybe she should jump down too, and be reunited with him. Anything to see Takeru again, she thought. She had almost convinced herself to jump when a light touch on her shoulder started her back to reality. She turned around and saw Koushiro, pain and concern evident on his face. Suddenly grateful for his presence, she turned and sobbed into his shoulder. Through the haze of grief, Hikari distantly felt Koushiro's arms go around her. They stood like that for a long time as Takeru's grave was filled.
"Hikari? Can I get you anything?"
Hikari looked up to see Koushiro's face. It was two weeks after the funeral and Hikari was still feeling miserable. "Koushiro? What are you doing here?"
"I come every Tuesday to help Taichi with his algebra, remember?" He sat down next to her on the couch.
"Oh yeah... Um, I guess I'm okay for now..."
"You sure?" His voice was soft and concerned.
"Well, not really..." Takeru... she thought. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"You want to talk about it?"
"I..."
-headlights, right towards her, speeding, sudden squeal of brakes, a shove in her side that sent her sprawling, a dull thud, a crumpled blonde-haired laying under the car and the sound of someone screaming-
"Hikari!! Hikari!!"
Hikari screamed, jolted out of the nightmare. Koushiro, Taichi, and her mother stared worriedly at her.
"What happened?" Even to her, her voice sounded haunted.
Taichi answered her. "I heard Koushiro yell and I ran in and you were having a seizure or something and we were so worried and..." Taichi ran out of air and paused for breath.
"Hikari, honey, are you okay?"
Hikari stared at her mother. "Yes, I... It was just so real..."
"What was real?" Koushiro, radiating anxiety.
"I... I was there, that night... I remembered what happened and it was so awful..." Her face contorted as she held back tears.
"Here, Hikari, it's okay. You just go lay down on the couch and rest. Here, I'll make you some tea."
"Thanks, Mom." Hikari curled up and sipped while Koushiro finished helping Taichi. Suddenly, she felt very tired. As she was drifting off, Koushiro collected his jacket and came over to the couch.
"Remember," he said, "If you need support, we're all here for you."
She smiled wanly at him. "Thanks," she said, and slept.
So should I continue? Please R&R!!!!