....I don't own Digimon or Yamato...but I do own his pert butt! ::beaten again::
Broken Angels
Part 5
Takeru couldn't help but look over at the brunette little girl. She continued to look ahead, her cheeks becoming a pale pink. "If you have something to say, hurry and say it."
Looking down, she stared at her hands. "Takeru...look, about everything that's happening...I never wanted to quit talking to you. But I didn't want to let my brother down...because we have a good relationship and..."
"And you decided to let me down instead."
"That's my brother! I can't have him hate me!" she protested.
"Yeah, but I went against Yamato's wish, and look! We practically now hate each other, or at least, he hates me! All thanks to you."
"I'm sorry! Do I have to apologize for everything that happens that I didn't do? You brought this upon yourself! You're the one who continued on trying to talk to me! And you're so jealous of me spending time with Daisuke. Since when is it a crime for me to spend time with a friend?"
"Oh, a friend that hangs all over you?"
"Takeru...! That's not true!"
He jumped up. "Oh yeah? How about that scene on MY balcony?! You think I wanted to see that when I just came out for a glass of water?"
"I think you were spying," she said, grabbing his arm as he began to lose balance.
Sitting down, he pulled his arm away from her. "I don't need your assumptions. Your words hurt me as it is, along with your actions. I think this should conclude our conversation, so you can go now. I'm sure they're wondering where you're at."
"I'm sure they're wondering where you're at, not me," she said plainly.
"Same difference," he muttered. He then waved his hand at her. "Get lost."
She became red with anger. "Oh, so you're just gonna shove me away?!"
"And you never did? The actions I'm dispersing on you is EXACTLY the same as you put on me! Now you know how exactly how I feel. Like I said, this conversation is done. Go home."
Speechless, she slowly stood up. "I'm sorry...but Takeru, I said I needed to tell you something."
"Tell me once you're long gone."
Tears stinging her eyes, she smacked him. "Damn you!"
Rubbing where she had rested her hand on him, he watched her run off, surprised and shocked. "Hikari...HIKARI, GET BACK HERE!!"
She stopped running, turning her head back to look at him. "What do you want?"
Forcing himself into a standing position, he stumbled over to her, watching her face as the tears streamed down. He was putting her in pain, the kind of pain he didn't want to commit to the one he cared so much about, the one he...loved.
Hikari quickly spun around to avoid eye contact with him, and he didn't force her to turn around when he stopped behind her. Takeru's legs shook slightly, but he ignored the pain, and focused on the pain in Hikari's heart. "Look, I'm sorry..."
His words stunned her. Him...sorry? Now that I think about it, it's actually my fault that this all started with him and why he's so sick. "Takeru, I'm the one who should be sorry. If it wasn't for me...if I didn't treat you like the jerk I was, you wouldn't be so sick and eating off your own sorrow."
"I don't want to see you blame yourself. I care too much about you to see you drown in your own sorrows. Hikari...I-I l-lo...care a lot about you, and I hate seeing you like this."
More tears flowed out of her eyes as she listened to his words, his soft voice whispering in her ears. Suddenly, she saw his arms encircle around her shoulders, and he rested his head next to hers, his hair rubbing against her neck. She noted how soft his hair felt, as well as his skin, which nuzzled her cheek some, both sharing each others tears.
They stood there silently, and the park feel silent, except for the singing of birds and the murmering of adults watching in admiration. With tears running out their closed eyes, Takeru felt Hikari's hands start to caress his bare arms. He felt a tingling sensation run as her gentle fingers ran lightly over his skin.
She heard him let out a light sigh, then feel slightly heavy as his body sagged to the ground. She quickly turned around and caught him as he slumped to the ground. Hikari sank to her knees with the sleeping Takeru, letting one hand run through his hair and the other touching his cheek, wiping his tears.
Daisuke watched in anger from behind a tree, and crushed the soda can in his hands. "W-WHAT HAPPENED?! How'd that happen so quick!?"
Miyako screamed and smacked him. "YOU JUST GOT SODA ALL OVER ME!!! Now I have to wash my hair again!!"
"Well, sorry!!!" he snorted, as he directed his attention back to Takeru and Hikari, sneering.
"You aren't even listening to me!!" she cried angrily, taking the soda can from his hands and dumping the rest of the contents in his hair.
He screamed. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!! THE GEL!!! THE GEL!!!!" he wailed, running his hands through his now very sticky hair.
Miyako cackled at his reaction, dropping the can on the ground. Iori poked his head between the two. "My grandpa says it's not good to liter."
"GAWD!!!!" Grabbing the can in an angry swipe, she stood up and stormed off to a trash can.
Iori grinned, and Daisuke continued to wail. "My hair...my beautiful hair! Look at it! The gel's coming out! It's getting all over my hands! Iori, give me a hand!!"
"NO!!" Iori shouted, ducking from Daisuke's evil gel-soda covered hands. He took off running as Daisuke chased after him.
"I SAID GIVE ME A HAND!!! You call that giving a hand!? You're running away! COWARD!!"
"Grandpa says soda's not good for your health!"
Hikari looked up, as did the other people in the park, to watch the two run through the park, the other screaming at the other, and Hikari couldn't help but smile.
"YOU IDIOTS!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Miyako screamed as she tripped Daisuke. "You're acting like two children in the park! Wait, Iori, you are a child...that makes perfect sense, but Daisuke, you're older! You should know better!"
He fell to the ground. "Why do you always tell me that?! You're older than me, so shouldn't you consider my safety before tripping me like that?!"
Hikari giggled and stood up, putting one arm around Takeru's waist and put his arm around her neck, and she began to walk. She felt her heart skip a beat as she thought of where she would take Takeru: her house.
***
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIKARI TOOK TAKERU TO HER HOUSE?!?!" Daisuke roared.
Everyone cringed. Sitting in their usual booth in the cafe, the new digidestined sat slurpping on their drinks. Miyako rolled her eyes. "Hello! Weren't you even looking!? They got up and left while you were busy crying like a baby over your hair."
"If you didn't dump that soda all over me...! This is all your fault!"
"MINE?!"
"YEAH!!"
Iori and Ken looked at each other and sighed. "Let's go, Iori," Ken whispered.
Iori nodded. They slipped away while the two continued to argue. Finally, the waitress came by with their bill, and they shut up and looked at it. They were lucky to keep their eyes in their sockets. Then, looking around, they saw Iori and Ken no where in site.
"HEY!!! WHO'S PAYING THE BILL?!" they shouted in unison.
They then shot each other devilish looks. "YOU ARE!!!" they said in unison once again, pointing fingers this time.
***
Hikari opened her eyes at the sound of the front door closing. Yawning, she stretched and rubbed her eyes, then looked down at her lap where Takeru's head rested. He lay sprawled on the couch, while Hikari sat at one end, allowing him to rest his head on her. She smiled, tracing his lips with her right index finger.
"Hikari...," a voice suddenly rang behind her, a voice that sent chills down her spine. All this time, she thought her mom had left home...but, this was a manly voice, a voice going through puberty, a voice that belonged only to...
"T-Taichi!" Hikari cried, turning her head to face him. She felt the heat rise to her face, her heart race, and the sweat start to build on her forehead.
He looked at her, his eyes piercing hers. "What are you doing with that?"
Takeru suddenly woke up wearily, yawning and sitting up. Hikari quickly looked at him with wide eyes full of fear, and his groggy eyes quickly flew open with alert. He looked up and saw Taichi staring him down, and he felt like he had just been stabbed with a thousand knives with that look.
"Get out of my house, now!" Taichi screamed, grabbing Takeru by the scruff of the neck like a puppy. He began dragging him, but Takeru pulled back with a force that both Hikari and Taichi didn't expect. Takeru flew back onto the floor, while Taichi did a flip over the sofa and landed on his head on the ground.
"Owwwww...," Taichi whimpered as he rolled over and sat up, rubbing his head. Then, his angry glare focused back on Takeru and he tried to stand up.
"Takeru!" Hikari cried, running over to his side, helping him up.
"Hikari! You traitor!" roared Taichi.
"I am not!" she protested, hurt by his words. How could her own brother call her a traitor? Now she was getting a share of what Takeru got from his own brother.
"Helping him out! You know what I told you! You've been disobeying me!"
"Since when were you my mother?!"
Taichi stood there silently for a moment. Unlike Yamato, Taichi wasn't one to fully explode as bad. However, she could tell he was a raging inferno. Biting her lip, she stood there, holding Takeru up. She felt him tremble as he tried to continue standing.
Nobody expected Taichi to reach out and grab Takeru from Hikari's grasp. Shaking him out of her protection, he dragged the weak boy to the front door, cursing under his breath.
Hikari feared the worse. "Taichi, stop!" she cried, hearing the front door slam loudly. Then, she heard what she didn't want to hear. An angry shout, then a loud pop, and a pained cry.
Broken Angels
Part 5
Takeru couldn't help but look over at the brunette little girl. She continued to look ahead, her cheeks becoming a pale pink. "If you have something to say, hurry and say it."
Looking down, she stared at her hands. "Takeru...look, about everything that's happening...I never wanted to quit talking to you. But I didn't want to let my brother down...because we have a good relationship and..."
"And you decided to let me down instead."
"That's my brother! I can't have him hate me!" she protested.
"Yeah, but I went against Yamato's wish, and look! We practically now hate each other, or at least, he hates me! All thanks to you."
"I'm sorry! Do I have to apologize for everything that happens that I didn't do? You brought this upon yourself! You're the one who continued on trying to talk to me! And you're so jealous of me spending time with Daisuke. Since when is it a crime for me to spend time with a friend?"
"Oh, a friend that hangs all over you?"
"Takeru...! That's not true!"
He jumped up. "Oh yeah? How about that scene on MY balcony?! You think I wanted to see that when I just came out for a glass of water?"
"I think you were spying," she said, grabbing his arm as he began to lose balance.
Sitting down, he pulled his arm away from her. "I don't need your assumptions. Your words hurt me as it is, along with your actions. I think this should conclude our conversation, so you can go now. I'm sure they're wondering where you're at."
"I'm sure they're wondering where you're at, not me," she said plainly.
"Same difference," he muttered. He then waved his hand at her. "Get lost."
She became red with anger. "Oh, so you're just gonna shove me away?!"
"And you never did? The actions I'm dispersing on you is EXACTLY the same as you put on me! Now you know how exactly how I feel. Like I said, this conversation is done. Go home."
Speechless, she slowly stood up. "I'm sorry...but Takeru, I said I needed to tell you something."
"Tell me once you're long gone."
Tears stinging her eyes, she smacked him. "Damn you!"
Rubbing where she had rested her hand on him, he watched her run off, surprised and shocked. "Hikari...HIKARI, GET BACK HERE!!"
She stopped running, turning her head back to look at him. "What do you want?"
Forcing himself into a standing position, he stumbled over to her, watching her face as the tears streamed down. He was putting her in pain, the kind of pain he didn't want to commit to the one he cared so much about, the one he...loved.
Hikari quickly spun around to avoid eye contact with him, and he didn't force her to turn around when he stopped behind her. Takeru's legs shook slightly, but he ignored the pain, and focused on the pain in Hikari's heart. "Look, I'm sorry..."
His words stunned her. Him...sorry? Now that I think about it, it's actually my fault that this all started with him and why he's so sick. "Takeru, I'm the one who should be sorry. If it wasn't for me...if I didn't treat you like the jerk I was, you wouldn't be so sick and eating off your own sorrow."
"I don't want to see you blame yourself. I care too much about you to see you drown in your own sorrows. Hikari...I-I l-lo...care a lot about you, and I hate seeing you like this."
More tears flowed out of her eyes as she listened to his words, his soft voice whispering in her ears. Suddenly, she saw his arms encircle around her shoulders, and he rested his head next to hers, his hair rubbing against her neck. She noted how soft his hair felt, as well as his skin, which nuzzled her cheek some, both sharing each others tears.
They stood there silently, and the park feel silent, except for the singing of birds and the murmering of adults watching in admiration. With tears running out their closed eyes, Takeru felt Hikari's hands start to caress his bare arms. He felt a tingling sensation run as her gentle fingers ran lightly over his skin.
She heard him let out a light sigh, then feel slightly heavy as his body sagged to the ground. She quickly turned around and caught him as he slumped to the ground. Hikari sank to her knees with the sleeping Takeru, letting one hand run through his hair and the other touching his cheek, wiping his tears.
Daisuke watched in anger from behind a tree, and crushed the soda can in his hands. "W-WHAT HAPPENED?! How'd that happen so quick!?"
Miyako screamed and smacked him. "YOU JUST GOT SODA ALL OVER ME!!! Now I have to wash my hair again!!"
"Well, sorry!!!" he snorted, as he directed his attention back to Takeru and Hikari, sneering.
"You aren't even listening to me!!" she cried angrily, taking the soda can from his hands and dumping the rest of the contents in his hair.
He screamed. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!! THE GEL!!! THE GEL!!!!" he wailed, running his hands through his now very sticky hair.
Miyako cackled at his reaction, dropping the can on the ground. Iori poked his head between the two. "My grandpa says it's not good to liter."
"GAWD!!!!" Grabbing the can in an angry swipe, she stood up and stormed off to a trash can.
Iori grinned, and Daisuke continued to wail. "My hair...my beautiful hair! Look at it! The gel's coming out! It's getting all over my hands! Iori, give me a hand!!"
"NO!!" Iori shouted, ducking from Daisuke's evil gel-soda covered hands. He took off running as Daisuke chased after him.
"I SAID GIVE ME A HAND!!! You call that giving a hand!? You're running away! COWARD!!"
"Grandpa says soda's not good for your health!"
Hikari looked up, as did the other people in the park, to watch the two run through the park, the other screaming at the other, and Hikari couldn't help but smile.
"YOU IDIOTS!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Miyako screamed as she tripped Daisuke. "You're acting like two children in the park! Wait, Iori, you are a child...that makes perfect sense, but Daisuke, you're older! You should know better!"
He fell to the ground. "Why do you always tell me that?! You're older than me, so shouldn't you consider my safety before tripping me like that?!"
Hikari giggled and stood up, putting one arm around Takeru's waist and put his arm around her neck, and she began to walk. She felt her heart skip a beat as she thought of where she would take Takeru: her house.
***
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIKARI TOOK TAKERU TO HER HOUSE?!?!" Daisuke roared.
Everyone cringed. Sitting in their usual booth in the cafe, the new digidestined sat slurpping on their drinks. Miyako rolled her eyes. "Hello! Weren't you even looking!? They got up and left while you were busy crying like a baby over your hair."
"If you didn't dump that soda all over me...! This is all your fault!"
"MINE?!"
"YEAH!!"
Iori and Ken looked at each other and sighed. "Let's go, Iori," Ken whispered.
Iori nodded. They slipped away while the two continued to argue. Finally, the waitress came by with their bill, and they shut up and looked at it. They were lucky to keep their eyes in their sockets. Then, looking around, they saw Iori and Ken no where in site.
"HEY!!! WHO'S PAYING THE BILL?!" they shouted in unison.
They then shot each other devilish looks. "YOU ARE!!!" they said in unison once again, pointing fingers this time.
***
Hikari opened her eyes at the sound of the front door closing. Yawning, she stretched and rubbed her eyes, then looked down at her lap where Takeru's head rested. He lay sprawled on the couch, while Hikari sat at one end, allowing him to rest his head on her. She smiled, tracing his lips with her right index finger.
"Hikari...," a voice suddenly rang behind her, a voice that sent chills down her spine. All this time, she thought her mom had left home...but, this was a manly voice, a voice going through puberty, a voice that belonged only to...
"T-Taichi!" Hikari cried, turning her head to face him. She felt the heat rise to her face, her heart race, and the sweat start to build on her forehead.
He looked at her, his eyes piercing hers. "What are you doing with that?"
Takeru suddenly woke up wearily, yawning and sitting up. Hikari quickly looked at him with wide eyes full of fear, and his groggy eyes quickly flew open with alert. He looked up and saw Taichi staring him down, and he felt like he had just been stabbed with a thousand knives with that look.
"Get out of my house, now!" Taichi screamed, grabbing Takeru by the scruff of the neck like a puppy. He began dragging him, but Takeru pulled back with a force that both Hikari and Taichi didn't expect. Takeru flew back onto the floor, while Taichi did a flip over the sofa and landed on his head on the ground.
"Owwwww...," Taichi whimpered as he rolled over and sat up, rubbing his head. Then, his angry glare focused back on Takeru and he tried to stand up.
"Takeru!" Hikari cried, running over to his side, helping him up.
"Hikari! You traitor!" roared Taichi.
"I am not!" she protested, hurt by his words. How could her own brother call her a traitor? Now she was getting a share of what Takeru got from his own brother.
"Helping him out! You know what I told you! You've been disobeying me!"
"Since when were you my mother?!"
Taichi stood there silently for a moment. Unlike Yamato, Taichi wasn't one to fully explode as bad. However, she could tell he was a raging inferno. Biting her lip, she stood there, holding Takeru up. She felt him tremble as he tried to continue standing.
Nobody expected Taichi to reach out and grab Takeru from Hikari's grasp. Shaking him out of her protection, he dragged the weak boy to the front door, cursing under his breath.
Hikari feared the worse. "Taichi, stop!" she cried, hearing the front door slam loudly. Then, she heard what she didn't want to hear. An angry shout, then a loud pop, and a pained cry.