Yakari Drabbles
Prompt 21: Undercover
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"Tell me again why you had to get a dorm room?"
"Because, Yama, I want to have the whole college experience. Living away from home is part of it."
"But what if your roommate is a psycho?" Yamato insisted, dropping the cardboard box he'd been carrying down on the uncovered mattress.
"Shh," Hikari gasped, looking around in case her roommate happened to walk in at the exact moment. "Kanami is a sweet girl; I've been talking to her for a couple weeks online."
"She seems sweet," Yamato teased. "But I bet you she'll clip off bits of your hair while you're asleep and try to perform voodoo magic on you."
"Actually voodoo isn't my style. I do hardcore witchcraft." The new voice, a perky little brunette with a box in her arms, shuffled with her belongings to free up her hand. "Kanami," she spoke, awkwardly holding out her hand to shake.
"It's great to meet you!" Hikari gushed, clasping Kanami's hand and flashing Yamato a pretend to be a gentleman and grab the box from her look, to which he quickly complied.
"I'll come help you bring your stuff in; I just finished mine," Hikari offered.
The two girls walked out the door and Yamato reluctantly followed. He wasn't doing any good at hiding his bitterness towards Hikari's decision to live in a dorm. Especially since there were boys living just a little ways down the hall.
Boys walking through the hall.
Boys stopping in the hall.
Boys talking to Hikari in the hall.
Hikari seemed to know one of the two and she was introducing him to Kanami.
Yamato was already angry and in the mood to be irrational. But thinking of what Hikari would do if he started acting like a complete ass kept him from doing so.
He just decided to be a partial ass.
"Hey," Yamato said in a calm, cool voice, draping his arm around Hikari's shoulders and pulling her close to him.
"Oh, Yamato this is Hojo, I met him at orientation a few weeks ago. And this is his roommate Sanji."
"Hey," Yamato repeated, firmly grasping onto Hojo's hand and showing off his strength. His face was neutral, but his eyes flashed a heavy warning.
Hojo, for his own credit, was unaffected. "So Hikari, I remember you mentioning that you wanted to watch a movie that was in English, and I brought with me a copy of The Princess Bride if you're still interested."
Yamato couldn't really focus on the remainder of the conversation and before he knew it Hikari had invited Hojo to her room later that night to watch it. And before his eyes adjusted to normal colors once more and not just a thick shade of red, Yamato had already been ushered off with a quick kiss and a promise to call later.
What made that pig-faced little cretin think that he had the right to hit on Hikari?
Yamato was going to have to do something.
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Yamato knew that he was dealing with an irrational fear. He knew that he was dealing with it irrationally. And yet he couldn't get himself to just turn around and go home. He had to protect Hikari from hormone driven little skeezes, especially this Hobo or whatever his name was.
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The movie was half-way through and Hikari was pleased that she understood most of the movie. Some of the expressions escaped her comprehension, but for the most part it was flowing smoothly.
That was, when she wasn't distracted by talking with Hojo.
Hikari was surprised at how much she liked him; he was funny, smart, and he loved children. He was majoring in childhood education, with a concentration in history should he decide to teach at a higher level. He was honest, and didn't think that holding back would get him anywhere in life. And he was gorgeous. His hair was dark and longer like Yamato's, but it framed his face rather than jutting out wherever it pleased. His eyes were a piercing green that Hikari found herself talking about despite her inner decision to remain quiet on the subject. He was tall with a slight build and a general "I know what I'm talking about but I'm not going to be a dick about it" air about him.
"Hikari?"
"Hmm?" she replied, taking her eyes off the screen and smiling lightly at him.
"I'm one of those people who think honesty is the best policy. I don't expect anything to come out of it, but I feel I should tell you something."
"Tell me what?"
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Yamato wasn't sure his plan of action, but he found to his convenience that the door to Hikari's room was slightly ajar. Peeking in ever so slightly, Yamato could see the two of them sitting on the bed talking.
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"I'm not going to lie, Hika, I find you very attractive. It's a little early to say for sure, but I think I have a thing for you. I know you have a boyfriend, and trust me, I'm not trying to mess with that, I just think that's it's important for you to know. I really want us to be good friends."
Hikari sat silent for a moment, her bottom lip set firmly between her teeth. "I appreciate you telling me," she began, "and as long as you're okay with just being friends, then I think that would be great."
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Yamato had expected to see him hitting on Hikari on this stupid undercover mission, but he hadn't expected Hobo to go right out and say it. He was furious and upset and yet seeing Hikari turn Hobo down made him feel a little better.
Guilt filled his body, and it only made him want to hit Hobo more for making him crazy.
He let out a sigh.
"Yamato?!"
Oh shit.
Hikari was up on her feet in an instant, pulling the door completely open. "What are you doing here?" she demanded.
Yamato's eyes fell helplessly on Hojo, wishing to make the boy disappear.
Hikari suddenly understood. "You were spying on me," she whispered, a mix of sadness and anger in her voice.
"No, I, I mean, yea, but no—."
"Yamato, just go," she said in a low, steady voice. "Please just go."
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So I've had my breakdown and now I'm working on climbing out of this massive pit I've fallen into. But on the bright side, I am now at college and everyone is completely amazing. I think I'm going to love it here. And I'm not having much trouble meeting/talking to boys, which I was quite afraid I wouldn't be able to do, but I'm having an issue trying to figure out if this one guy actually likes me or is just flirty. Just what I need, yea?
In some more uplifting news, this little drabble collection won in the first annual Digimon Fanfiction Awards for Best Drabble Collection.