Disclaimer: Don't own digimon
Rating: PG-13
Note: Worked harder on editing this time. I'm gonna start work on a one part Arukenimon Fic, so the final part of this fic may be up sooner or later based on response.
HURT part 3
His eyes. She couldn't stand to look into his eyes. They were so sad, so tired looking, and so desperate. Hikari turned her gaze to his hand, which was holding hers. Takeru silently watched her from where she sat next to his bed. He was wondering if he should say something, or wait for her to say something, or burst into tears like he wanted to. Finally, he softly asked her, "Are you mad at me?"
"No, don't think that! I just…I'm not sure what to say…" Hikari said as she turned toward him, somewhat shocked at his question, "Don't think that I hate you. I'm just so sorry for what happened, it was all my-"
"It was not your fault. The only one at fault is…HIM. Don't believe anything different, okay?" Takeru said firmly. Hikari nodded, shocked at his sudden display of strength.
"Takeru?"
"Yes?"
"Why did this happen to us? I thought we were special, I thought we were digidestined, different. Remember what Gennai told us once, he said we were special, he said our digivices would always remind us of that, and of our responsibility to what was right, and how we stood for what was right! How could this happen? How the hell is this right! I want it to go away! I want it all to be normal again, like it never happened!" Hikari screamed the words before starting to cry again, tears continuing to flow from her tired eyes.
"I don't know Kari, why the hell does this happen to anyone? We had many adventures saving a fantasy world, and we forgot the reality of this one, and the heinousness of its monsters. And I want it to go away too, to have it stop replaying in my mind. For the pain in my body and soul to go away, to just continue my life with you the way it was before. I want to make it so I'll never have to see you cry again." Takeru said, bending over as much as he could to hold her.
He felt her shivering, so he had her come lie down next to him.
"Takeru?" he later heard a familiar voice calling him.
"Yamato?" Takeru said, groggy from having fallen asleep. He saw Hikari was still next to him, with her lying with her arms around him, having cried herself to sleep just like he did.
"Takeru, the police want to talk to you now. The District Attorney is here too. Dad is trying to find Mom, but it looks like she left." Yamato explained, with tenderness in his voice that he had not used with Takeru since they were little. "I'm gonna send Hikari back to her folks now, okay. I'll try and get the cops to give you a few minutes to wake up before they come in."
After Yamato and Hikari left his room, Takeru heard the phone in his room ring. He picked it up and heard the husky voice of his rapist on the other end, "Alone now Takeru? I'm here for you. I was just with that little twit of a mother you have. She was so worried about you, rambling about how bad she felt about the fun I had with you. Don't worry, I didn't hurt her, she isn't as good in the sack as you are anyway. I can't wait to get my hands on little 'Kari', as you like to call her…" Takeru's clenched his free hand in to a fist as he heard the words, "When I'm done with her it'll make what I did to you look like tickling." At these final words, Takeru flung the phone across the room.
When Hikari walked back into the waiting room, she saw her parents siting by the door, ready and eager to take her home, and she also saw a police officer who had a sketch pad with him, probably wanting to sketch a description of the man who hurt Takeru. Unfortunately, Hikari wasn't prepared when she was grabbed from behind. Even without seeing who it was, she knew it was HIM. "Miss me?" came the haunting voice, "I'm gonna get you alone soon my dear, and I'm going to brake you." He threw her loose as the police got a hold of him, and she ran to her father. "It's not over!" she heard her attacker shout as the police tried to cuff him and read him his rights, "I'll be out on bail soon, then you'll be mine!"
The next day, Nancy Takeshi sat at the bar of the hotel she was staying in. She had been staying there while her apartment was still a crime scene. She had read about the arrest of Hans Smith, the man she had known as Harold Smith. The news article said his MO was to use false names and woo divorced women, then later rape their daughters. She remembered when he introduced himself and offered to buy her a drink, and she mentioned she her old drinking problem when she refused. Of course he charmed her into getting drunk, ruining her five years of sobriety. He had told her such lies of being an amazing man, and gained her trust. But now, a short time later, he had raped her son and threatening his girlfriend. She wished she would just drop dead, and maybe after each beer she would have, she would just drop dead. She lifted her beer bottle to her lips, when a firm hand pulled it away from her.
"It's you." She said coldly, upon seeing her ex-husband taking a seat on the empty stool next to her. "Come to tell me what a bitch I am and how it's all my fault? Well, save your breath, I already know."
"I didn't come here to do any finger-pointing, it's useless because we can all be found at fault." He replied solemnly, "We all did a bad job as parents, our children didn't trust us enough to tell us what was going on. Maybe we should have watched them more closely, maybe we all should have been there for them. But maybes and blame are useless now."
"Then why the hell are you here?"
"Takeru needs to see you. He doesn't blame you for what happened, you have to talk with him. And I'm worried about your drinking, you've stayed sober for so long, don't let your past problems resurface when Takeru needs you."
"Nice acting job, almost made me think you cared." Nancy said with a sarcastic chuckle, "Why would you? I gave that bastard the key when he said he wanted to go get something he left at the apartment. I'm the one who believed his lies. You shouldn't give flying-"
"I do care damn it!" Mr. Ishida shouted, not caring who heard him, "You're the mother of my children and I won't let you drink yourself to death. That bastard tricked you like he did so many other women, and he'll be the one who wins if you do this to yourself. I'm taking you to go see Takeru right now." And with that he tugged his drunken Ex out of the bar.
At the Yagami house, there was an air of silence within in the usually bright and busy home. Mrs. Yagami sat on the couch with her husband, in his arms while he desperately watched the news on TV. "I'm still having a hard time believing this happened. Hikari had so much in store for her remember? She was so excited about going to High School, and she had so many plans. Now…they're gone. Ever since we got home, she won't come out of her room. She's just been sleeping in their for hours, the angelic glow she has seems to be faded, like her soul is tired…How could this happen?"
"I don't know dear," Mr. Yagami replied while not taking his eyes off the screen, " Life is so unfair. And even if we want to make everything to be normal, end Hikari's pain and kill that bastard…the only thing we can really do is be there to help her adjust. I explained that to Taichi…he caught him trying to get at the chest where I keep the gun. He wanted to take it and kill that sick bastard since the news got out that he made bail, but I explained to him the pain it would cause Hikari to have her brother locked away on top of all this."
"But…" Mrs. Yagami began, " Will Hikari ever get her glow back? Will she ever be the same again? Will the emptiness in all our hearts go away?"
This time, Mr. Yagami didn't have an answer.
At the Ishida house, Yamato was furiously attacking the punching bag in the garage. He struck it without mercy, releasing all his anger. Then his rage was interrupted when he heard the voice of a friend, "Yamato?"
"What is it?" the enraged boy replied.
"I came by to see how you were doing." Taichi explained.
"What does it look like Tai? I'm angry as hell, and I'm going to kill that bastard." Yamato snapped.
"You too huh? It's crossed my mind too. I want to free Hikari and Takeru of their fear, even if it means the loss of my freedom. I tried taking my father's gun, but he wouldn't let me." Taichi confessed.
"I came by your place earlier, maybe I would have had better luck at getting it. Maybe I did get it." Yamato replied coyly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Maybe I'm just saying that to discourage you, maybe I really do have it. I'm not telling."
Back at the Yagami house, Mrs. Yagami had fallen asleep on the couch. She slept soundly until she awoke upon hearing her frantic husband. "Huh? What is it dear?" she asked him.
"The gun…it's gone from the old wooden chest. I didn't check on it until now. And Taichi and Hikari are gone too. Maybe they took it. Or it was that rude blonde boy that came by earlier!" Mr. Yagami said in his panic.
"You don't think that one of them is going to go shoot that monster, do you?"
To be concluded…