Walk On The Dark Side: Hikari
[A/N: I needed a walk on
the dark side myself, so here we go. Rape-esque situations… First-person POV that varies from fic part to fic part. Flames will be used to help resurrect my
dead weasel. This takes place about six
years after 02.]
[Disclaimer: Don't own, and
be surprised by the bad guy.]
I
yawned. It was getting late, and I
could hardly keep my eyes open. I shut
my biology book and leaned back against my bed. Tailmon was sleeping out on the couch with Agumon, so my bed was
mine for tonight. For once.
"Damn
Onikawa-san." I muttered, tossing my book onto my bag, "Why'd he have to jump a
huge quiz on us like that? 'The test
will be on chapters 5-25.' What a
jerk." I giggled suddenly at my
language. I certainly wasn't that
little girl from six years ago. I
yawned again, and shuffled over to the light switch. As I flicked off the lights, I turned and half-skipped over to
the balcony doors.
The
moon was full that night, and it was a warm night. The breezes were cool, and my room was hot. With a giggle that really had no meaning, I
turned around, shutting the door only slightly, and flopped into bed.
I
guess it was only an hour later when it happened.
It
was the tiny 'chinck' of metal against concrete that jerked me out of my light
sleep. Go back to sleep, I thought, it
isn't anything. I stretched and rolled
over, snuggling deeper into the blankets.
Then
a hand slid over my mouth.
My
crystal-red eyes shot open and I thrashed about. I struggled more when I didn't hear Oniisan or Otousan's voice
laughing at my usual fear. "Shush,
shush now, little girl." a voice whispered harshly, "Don't make me use
this." My eyes widened more as I
recognized the voice and a switchblade was flipped open in front of my face.
"By
the gods, no…" I whispered into their hand. "Oh yes indeedy-do." he chuckled, "You had better believe it." He pulled the knife away and out of my
sight. "Now, if you stay real still and
quite, I won't have to use that." he whispered huskily into my ear, "But just
in case…" His hand returned, and before
I could react, he tied a cloth around my mouth.
"You
have no clue how many people want to get you in bed and have a nice fuck." he
whispered, throwing the blanket away. I
merely sobbed in response; how could this be happening? "Well, I get to have a great fuck before any
of 'em." he laughed, "I'll tell Takeru how much getting to be your first
was." I froze in horror. I screamed for it to not happen, but he just
chuckled.
"You
know, I don't give a fuck if you have kids. But I want every type of fucking you can give." he snickered. His hand traced around to my backside and
squeezed harshly. I screamed again, but
it couldn't reach outside the cloth's confines.
"Shut the fuck up!" he hissed. His hand flew across my face, and more tears
spilled from my eyes. He slit my
t-shirt and shorts and threw them aside, laughing darkly in his throat. "Gods, this'll be fucking great." he
said. Then he slammed into me.
It
was a few hours later when he finally stopped. Blood had stained the sheets permanently. He groaned and fell backwards, pulling himself out of my
mouth. I coughed and spat out what he
hadn't forced me to swallow, and rolled onto my side with a pitiful moan.
"Get
the fuck up, bitch." he slapped me again. I didn't move, and he chuckled. "Gods, that was one hell of a ride." he sighed, yanking his pants up and
pulling on his shirt, "You know, your ass is the best I've felt in years." He traced his hand around and roughly shoved
them into my bleeding hole. I choked in
pain and he yanked his blood-coated fingers free. "Hope we can do this another time, my little slut." he licked my
face languidly, then walked towards the balcony.
I
didn't move until that metal-against-concrete sound reached my ears again. He was gone. I stood shakily from my bed and stumbled to the bathroom
somehow. I turned on the shower and
stood frozen, watching the water go down the drain. It ran red.
I
stumbled back into my room and pulled on fresh clothes. I looked around and ripped the sheets from
my bed. I threw them into the trash,
stuffing them down deep in the can. I
put new sheets on, but something still felt so wrong… Then I remembered.
I
turned around and locked the door.
"Hikari!"
I heard someone call, "Hikari-chan, wait up!" I froze and a ripple of pain shot through me. I forced a smile onto my face and turned around. Takeru came rushing up to me with the
biggest smile ever.
"Hey,
what's the big rush?" he asked, "You're nearly running, 'Kari-chan!" I forced another smile. "Sorry, Takeru-kun." I said, "Just running a
little late, I guess." "Miss
Punctuality?" he teased me, "Running late? The world's gonna end!"
He
draped his arm over my shoulders and smiled his patented smile that always made
me smile too. Gods, I could never have
a better boyfriend… I considered
telling him for one tiny second, but I didn't know how to put it. I was too frightened and embarrassed to say
a word.
The
day went by slowly, and painfully. I
ached all over, and the hard seat was murder… I thanked the gods when gym finally rolled around.
"GO
TAKERU!" I called, "GO DAISUKE!" The
two waved at me and started down the field, towards the other teams' goal. Miyako playfully jabbed me in the side and I
nearly grimaced in pain, but looked at my old friend. "So, having trouble picking sides, are we?" she grinned at me.
"Oh
stop it!" I giggled, "You know that Daisuke is with Ken! And don't forget that Takeru is my steady
boyfriend at the moment. By the way, don't
YOU still have to find someone?" Miyako
just laughed and rested her head on her shoulder.
"Nah."
she said, "I'll look when I want." I
turned back to the boys' soccer game. Daisuke was driving the ball down the center of the field, and pulled
back his leg for the kick. Takeru let
out a meaningless shout at the exact time Daisuke began to bring down his leg.
Miyako
and I burst out laughing as Daisuke's kick went soaring off the field into a
tree. There was an echoing 'THOP', and
two things fell out of the tree. One
was the soccer ball, and the other…
"GRAAAH!!!"
Shinji screamed in rage, running towards Daisuke, "DAMN IT, DAISUKE NO
BAKA!! THAT'S THE FIFTH TIME THIS
WEEK! I'M TRYING TO TAKE A
NAP!" Daisuke let out a girlish scream
and started to run away from the angered teacher. Miyako and I started to laugh so hard, we cried. Just before Shinji could grab Daisuke and
rip his head off, the bell to end our class toned, and Daisuke ran to change.
"Did
you forget that you have me for your last class?" Shinji put her wrists on her
hips and stared Daisuke in the eye. "No, Shinji…" he sighed. The
teacher slammed her foot into Daisuke's shin. "That's 'SHAZAKI-SAN' TO YOU!" she shouted, "Now sit down,
Pointy-Hair!" Daisuke hopped to his
seat, his eyes filled with tears. I
giggled behind my hand and sat in my seat.
I
stared blankly at the board as Shinji wrote on it, her explanations of
trajectories and angles barely reaching my brain. My hand scribbled down the formulae, and I shut my eyes. I clenched my teeth in pain as the ache
burned and turned my head down and away, so I was cradling my forehead in my
hand. The lead snapped in my pencil as
I brought it down too hard.
"Well,
it's just about time for you to go home." I heard Shinji half-sigh, "Thank the
gods." Takeru snorted into his hand and
nearly laughed out loud. I looked up
when I heard Shinji sigh angrily. "Well, it looks like someone stole the eraser again." she growled. She brushed her hand across the board
lightly, brushing away the chalk.
I
turned around to find Daisuke, holding the eraser and grinning. He flung it through the air with perfect
aim, and it smacked into Shinji's left arm. He had chosen his time perfectly; her arm had gone numb as it sometimes
did. On being touched, Shinji's arm
forced her hand shut and tossed the math book onto the floor.
She
let out a low growl and knelt down to pick up the book and eraser, knowing very
well who had done it. But then she
glanced up at me with a grin, knowing that I knew that Daisuke was going to die
within a few moments. I shifted lightly
in my seat and smiled back.
Then Shinji froze, her eyes wide with shock, and I wondered what she saw.