Toubousha-For the Love of Her
A/N: ...This one is just...odd. It involves Koushirou, Miyako, and a dead Hikari. It has Koushirou x Miyako, Koushirou x Hikari, and Miyako x Hikari. And a little bit of Taichi x Koushirou. *blink* Oh, I forgot to mention Miyako's child. Who's the father? Don't ask...I'm not even sure. O_o This takes place farthest in the past in Toubousha, but two more sequals are coming up - Ripped From My Arms (the Ken version) and For the Love of Me (the Koushirou-Hikari-Miyako version). Oh, and just so when you get to that part...the bricks stand for Daisuke, Ken, and Hikari, and the part at the end stands for Daisuke.
(Oi, and it takes place around 7-10 years after the events of Toubousha-Full of Grace.).)
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The young child clings to her legs, begging fora couple of bucks to buy candy, just a little, since it's so close to dinnertime. Her mother shakes her head, although the days when she was begging are merly a few years in the past. A knock on the door cuts through those persistant whines, but she doesn't stop. Heaving a sigh, her mother opens the door, and a man with black eyes with his hand raised in the air stand on the other side. The child switches to level two whining, and throws in a little tantrum, but her mother stands stiff, her eyes situated perfectly on the stranger who knocked on the door. Opening her mouth, looking for words to explain who this child is; a sister, a niece, or maybe even an aunt. Or she could be an orphan she took in, since things got so tough today, and these kids needed *real* homes...
The man with the scary just stares at her, and yet he has this young woman terrified beyond belief. Here stood his former lover, and the one who took his *true* love away from him...digusting. She was the death of her. His koibito would still be alive, if she didn't have to come in, and confess how she truly felt... "Hikari-chan wouldn't approve of...that." he gestured toward the child.
...He had no right to call her Hikari-chan. Only she could do that, because she was *her* Hikari-chan, her Hikari-koi, the one she had loved. Maybe he did love her, but...but...she loved her more. She still did. "Don't you think I know that?"
The childs' begging and pestering grows quiet, which is an odd thing for her, in light of the fact that she is very much like her mother. Who was this man? He looked rich, like he was one of those com...pu...ter guys. She didn't know this guy. But maybe her mommy did, because her mommy knew lots of guys. Those guys bought her pretty things and gave her lots of money, because her mommy was a pretty lady.
He looked at the child, but the words were directed toward the mother. "Doesn't look like it." How could her mommy know someone like this? He had to live in Tokyo, because he was Japanese, and all the computer people lived in Tokyo, because Billy said so. Her mommy lived in America, and she was a waitress. They didn't know each other, because these computer guys had really rich ladies for their wifes and her mommy wasn't married, even though everyone said that if you had a mommy, she had to be married or have a ring on her finger or otherwise she wasn't a real mommy.
The woman-girl, if you looked close enough, just a little girl-cast a glace down at her little girl. "Kendra...you go play with your dollies, okay?" the girl nodded, then skipped off, off to play 'Princess of the World' with her royal subjects.
His gazed left the waitress for one second to the girl, who resembled her mother in so many ways. "You gave her an American name."
Now left alone with the man, she took in a breath. Why had she left safer when Kendra was with her? "Why did you come, Koushirou?" A smirk spread across his face, and even though she just meant *this* Koushirou, she could tell that anything involving an upturing of the lips was rare.
"I assumed it was obvious, Miyako-koi, to smart people like you and me. I'm dissapointed that you didn't become the heir to Knowledge...I know I would've enjoyed that." Taking a lock of her thick hair in his hand, he stroked it softly.
"You...you have no right to call me...that." The name that once held so much meaning to her now made her feel like screaming in rage. "And you have no right to talk about that anymore..." The Digi-Destined, the Digital Destined, the Chosen Children. Whatever happened to them? Were all those happy laughing children really friends? Or was their happy little illusion broken when Daisuke ran? Then Ken ran because Daisuke ran, and then Hikari killed herself because of Koushirou and...her? Because two blocks got taken off the top and one off the bottom, the rest came tumbling down.
"Why are you trying to forget, Miyako-koi?" He reached out a hand to touch kami-knows-what, but Miyako shoved it back. "Do you really think that if you buy a place in America, have sex with American men, and have an American little girl, none of that would have ever happened?"
"...No." She attempted to shut the door, but he held his arm between the door and his face. "Don't shut the door on me, Miyako. You know better then that."
"I really like to think that I don't. Now...just get to the point and get out." She send a stony glare his way, and he cast an even glare at her."
"He hates me now. He hates me because of you." Miyako blinked, and shook her head slightly, and if trying to get her brain to work like it used to. ~....Him?~
"I really don't know what you're talking about." She wanted to shut the door, but curiosity bit at her. Maybe if she just listened to his babbling for five more seconds, he would go away....
"Taichi, dammit." He hissed, wanting to hit her and fuck her at the same time. "The stupid bastard, he could have loved me, but because you had to love Hikari..."
"Koushirou...I really don't give a fuck about any problem you have, even if it involves...me. So, please get the fuck out of my site." Miyako growled. There he stood, as if her words added up to nothing.
"Miyako, only you can set things straight! Let me and Taichi..." he stopped short; as if deciding that maybe finishing that sentance wasn't the best thing to do. "Just...just call him up, alright?"
Slipping her a sheet of paper, he wasn't surprised to see Miyako crumble it up. "Why the fuck should I?" she snapped. She didn't have time for this...it was her shift if a couple of hours, and Kendra was probably getting the floor all dirty with 'the tears of her people for her prince', otherwise known as chocolate syrup.
"...For old times sake." Doing something he knows that he will regret, he grabs her and presses her lips against his, then lets her go. Her eyes burn with rage, and her hands are shaking. The paper falls to the floor, and the man isn't very surprised to see the door slam in his face.
Oh, well....
It was worth a fucking shot.
It was...odd, really...
On a tower of blocks, one off the top could change everything.
~fin~
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......just don't fucking ask, you got that?
A/N: ...This one is just...odd. It involves Koushirou, Miyako, and a dead Hikari. It has Koushirou x Miyako, Koushirou x Hikari, and Miyako x Hikari. And a little bit of Taichi x Koushirou. *blink* Oh, I forgot to mention Miyako's child. Who's the father? Don't ask...I'm not even sure. O_o This takes place farthest in the past in Toubousha, but two more sequals are coming up - Ripped From My Arms (the Ken version) and For the Love of Me (the Koushirou-Hikari-Miyako version). Oh, and just so when you get to that part...the bricks stand for Daisuke, Ken, and Hikari, and the part at the end stands for Daisuke.
(Oi, and it takes place around 7-10 years after the events of Toubousha-Full of Grace.).)
~*~
The young child clings to her legs, begging fora couple of bucks to buy candy, just a little, since it's so close to dinnertime. Her mother shakes her head, although the days when she was begging are merly a few years in the past. A knock on the door cuts through those persistant whines, but she doesn't stop. Heaving a sigh, her mother opens the door, and a man with black eyes with his hand raised in the air stand on the other side. The child switches to level two whining, and throws in a little tantrum, but her mother stands stiff, her eyes situated perfectly on the stranger who knocked on the door. Opening her mouth, looking for words to explain who this child is; a sister, a niece, or maybe even an aunt. Or she could be an orphan she took in, since things got so tough today, and these kids needed *real* homes...
The man with the scary just stares at her, and yet he has this young woman terrified beyond belief. Here stood his former lover, and the one who took his *true* love away from him...digusting. She was the death of her. His koibito would still be alive, if she didn't have to come in, and confess how she truly felt... "Hikari-chan wouldn't approve of...that." he gestured toward the child.
...He had no right to call her Hikari-chan. Only she could do that, because she was *her* Hikari-chan, her Hikari-koi, the one she had loved. Maybe he did love her, but...but...she loved her more. She still did. "Don't you think I know that?"
The childs' begging and pestering grows quiet, which is an odd thing for her, in light of the fact that she is very much like her mother. Who was this man? He looked rich, like he was one of those com...pu...ter guys. She didn't know this guy. But maybe her mommy did, because her mommy knew lots of guys. Those guys bought her pretty things and gave her lots of money, because her mommy was a pretty lady.
He looked at the child, but the words were directed toward the mother. "Doesn't look like it." How could her mommy know someone like this? He had to live in Tokyo, because he was Japanese, and all the computer people lived in Tokyo, because Billy said so. Her mommy lived in America, and she was a waitress. They didn't know each other, because these computer guys had really rich ladies for their wifes and her mommy wasn't married, even though everyone said that if you had a mommy, she had to be married or have a ring on her finger or otherwise she wasn't a real mommy.
The woman-girl, if you looked close enough, just a little girl-cast a glace down at her little girl. "Kendra...you go play with your dollies, okay?" the girl nodded, then skipped off, off to play 'Princess of the World' with her royal subjects.
His gazed left the waitress for one second to the girl, who resembled her mother in so many ways. "You gave her an American name."
Now left alone with the man, she took in a breath. Why had she left safer when Kendra was with her? "Why did you come, Koushirou?" A smirk spread across his face, and even though she just meant *this* Koushirou, she could tell that anything involving an upturing of the lips was rare.
"I assumed it was obvious, Miyako-koi, to smart people like you and me. I'm dissapointed that you didn't become the heir to Knowledge...I know I would've enjoyed that." Taking a lock of her thick hair in his hand, he stroked it softly.
"You...you have no right to call me...that." The name that once held so much meaning to her now made her feel like screaming in rage. "And you have no right to talk about that anymore..." The Digi-Destined, the Digital Destined, the Chosen Children. Whatever happened to them? Were all those happy laughing children really friends? Or was their happy little illusion broken when Daisuke ran? Then Ken ran because Daisuke ran, and then Hikari killed herself because of Koushirou and...her? Because two blocks got taken off the top and one off the bottom, the rest came tumbling down.
"Why are you trying to forget, Miyako-koi?" He reached out a hand to touch kami-knows-what, but Miyako shoved it back. "Do you really think that if you buy a place in America, have sex with American men, and have an American little girl, none of that would have ever happened?"
"...No." She attempted to shut the door, but he held his arm between the door and his face. "Don't shut the door on me, Miyako. You know better then that."
"I really like to think that I don't. Now...just get to the point and get out." She send a stony glare his way, and he cast an even glare at her."
"He hates me now. He hates me because of you." Miyako blinked, and shook her head slightly, and if trying to get her brain to work like it used to. ~....Him?~
"I really don't know what you're talking about." She wanted to shut the door, but curiosity bit at her. Maybe if she just listened to his babbling for five more seconds, he would go away....
"Taichi, dammit." He hissed, wanting to hit her and fuck her at the same time. "The stupid bastard, he could have loved me, but because you had to love Hikari..."
"Koushirou...I really don't give a fuck about any problem you have, even if it involves...me. So, please get the fuck out of my site." Miyako growled. There he stood, as if her words added up to nothing.
"Miyako, only you can set things straight! Let me and Taichi..." he stopped short; as if deciding that maybe finishing that sentance wasn't the best thing to do. "Just...just call him up, alright?"
Slipping her a sheet of paper, he wasn't surprised to see Miyako crumble it up. "Why the fuck should I?" she snapped. She didn't have time for this...it was her shift if a couple of hours, and Kendra was probably getting the floor all dirty with 'the tears of her people for her prince', otherwise known as chocolate syrup.
"...For old times sake." Doing something he knows that he will regret, he grabs her and presses her lips against his, then lets her go. Her eyes burn with rage, and her hands are shaking. The paper falls to the floor, and the man isn't very surprised to see the door slam in his face.
Oh, well....
It was worth a fucking shot.
It was...odd, really...
On a tower of blocks, one off the top could change everything.
~fin~
~*~
......just don't fucking ask, you got that?