Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon
Author's Note: It's been too long since I wrote the second chapter to this fic. I just thought it wouldn't be popular or anything. I thought it would bore the hell out of people...but it didn't, surprisingly. And...what!? It's still being reviewed? Are you kidding me? I am serious...anyways, besides my bewilderment for this fic ACTUALLY getting ACTUAL reviews and not flames, here it is...viola!! I promise you, this time, I won't take a decade writing the chapters to this fic. If you didn't know, this is a TAKEMI! PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE NOT A TAKEMI FAN!!! I'll stop blabbing...
The Boyfriend
The school bell rang just as Mimi sat in her seat. Summer was unfortunately over. She felt as if everyone was staring at her, as if they knew what she had done with Takeru. She was embarrassed especially because they were so young. She gulped and tried to listen to the announcements over the intercom.
"The annual Fall Dance is coming folks!! Tickets are $9.00 at the door and $7.50 at the counter. Bring dates or friends--"
What am I going to do? Mimi thought. She felt so dirty. She felt like blaming Takeru. He had made her do what she did with him. She was mad at him for making her give in to lust and ignoring her moral priorities. She was never the type to cheat on anyone she cared about. Plus...how could he? Yamato was his brother!! Still...the blame was partly hers. She gave in to him, she forgot about Yamato and their perfectly steady relationship.
"Chess club has a meeting today at lunch--"
Mimi couldn't think. She sat idly through her classes. She wanted to cry. Wasn't there anyone she could talk to about her problems? Sora!! Sora would understand...
"You what!?" Sora exclaimed. Mimi put her hand over Sora's mouth.
"Don't be so loud!! I know...it was immature!" Mimi said, uneasily.
"How--I mean...Mimi. Of all people, I didn't think you would do such a...a..."
"Shut up."
"Sorry."
"Sora, I'm really not a good liar, what'll happen? I made love with my boyfriend's brother."
"Oh, oh, Jerry Springer, meet Mimi Tachikawa," Sora joked.
"Sora!!" Mimi scolded, feeling desperate.
"I'm sorry, I'll help you. Just keep all subjects away from TK Takaishi, do you understand?"
"When I talk to him?" Mimi asked.
"No, when you are talking with Yama...oh...speaking of Yamato, here he comes. We'll talk later," Sora said, picking at her food.
Yamato approached the two girls. He looked disgruntled. "Hey ladies," he said, giving Mimi a quick kiss. Sora stared at her. Mimi looked guilty beyond reason. She felt like telling him everything.
"What's up Yamato," Sora said.
"Nothing much, there's just some new girl at school. Taichi said she was crushing on me. I don't believe him," Yamato said, taking his cheeseburger with both hands. "Taichi is such a dork."
"Hey, you are good-looking," Sora said. Mimi was so grateful that Sora was keeping a steady conversation with Yamato without getting into any detail about the dance or Takeru.
"Thanks Sora...I hope Mimi still thinks so," Yamato joked. Mimi smiled half-heartedly.
"Of course I do," Mimi said. At the corner of her eye she caught Takeru's gaze. The two stared at each other with an unexpected desire. Mimi's heart raced in a beating frenzy. She quickly looked away, wanting to cry. She wanted Takeru so much. What was going on with her body? What was going on with her mind?
Absent-mindedly, she stood up. Yamato and Sora looked up at her.
"Where're you going Meems?" Sora asked.
"I--I need to go to the bathroom," she said, glancing back at Takeru who was, by now, talking to Daisuke. He looked apologetic and Daisuke looked frightened.
"I'll see you after school right?" Yamato asked, looking up at her eagerly.
"Yeah, of course you will. Same place we always...meet," Mimi said her voice solemn. Sora winced. Mimi was a bad liar. One could tell she was hiding something just by the tone of her voice. Yamato recognized the look on her face and frowned.
"Sure Meems," he said softly. He would ask her later.
Mimi left the two and headed straight for the bathroom. She wanted to throw up...then she realized. They hadn't used a condom when she and Takeru had been together. She couldn't be pregnant. Besides...it couldn't tell a person just in a couple of days...right? She closed her eyes as she mumbled "it's going to be all right" over and over again.
"Mimi!" she heard someone call. Mimi continued walking and breathed deeply. She couldn't talk to anyone. She knew some girls would've thought it was exciting to lose your virginity, and at first, she had been, but reality flowed back and she became miserable.
"Hey Mimi, wait up!" She recognized the voice. Takeru.
Uh...she groaned. Why couldn't he go away? Why? Why?
"Takeru, please...I can't talk..." Mimi said, walking faster. Takeru caught up with her eventually. He stood right in front of her. Mimi quickly stopped, afraid to touch him. She knew that if she did, she wouldn't just stop there.
"Mimi. Look, I just want to apologize. It's all my fault. I was so angry at Hikari...I just wanted to forget all about her. If it felt like I was using you, I'm sorry. I promise that if anything happens to you, I will deal with it. I'll help you. I really care about you Mimi…" Takeru said, looking extremely sincere. Mimi said nothing and stared at the ground. Takeru continued. "I know this whole…you and me…together…is probably not going to work out because of you and Yamato…so, just tell me what you want to do okay? I'll be here….and even you don't want to be with me, I'll be here anyways…" Takeru was starting to feel a strong pang of discomfort. Mimi was so quiet it didn't even seem as if she was listening to him. "I'll be going now…" he said.
He knew he had to get away from her that very moment. She was feeling guilty and maybe even…obscene. He slowly walked back to the lunchroom, leaving Mimi staring after him. Did he have feelings for Mimi? Whatever he had thought when they were in the heat-of-the-moment, was it real? Was it anger? He had betrayed his brother because he was angry at Hikari and wanted Mimi.
For the rest of the periods, Takeru daydreamed… His mind was completely focused on the older girl who had an interest in him. As he headed towards his locker, he crashed into someone.
The girl looked up at him to apologize. Takeru stared back at her. Their eyes locked.
"Hikari," Takeru said.
"TK! I'm…I'm so sorry," Hikari said. Takeru stared straight into her eyes. Her eyes looked sad and sympathetic. Was she sorry for crashing into him, or for hurting him?
Takeru did not answer her. He picked up her school books from the ground where they had been absent-mindedly dropped, and handed them to her. He continued on his way though the constant memory of their breakup haunted him. He didn't even know what he did wrong. The memories had disappeared for a while, or just pushed into the deepest part of his brain, but now, they were back in all their terrible glory…
*flashback*
He had just gotten off the phone with her after she had said a very audible "I love you". He was missing her too much over the vacation and he had to see her. She said that she would see him tomorrow morning, but he wanted to see her now.
Maybe I could surprise her, Takeru thought as he walked out of his house. He took his bike and rode to Hikari's house on the familiar route. He had missed his home over the vacation and was so upset that he had taken the scenery for granted when he was still there, now he enjoyed every part of it. Also because he was still with his best friend/ girlfriend Hikari Kamiya.
When he reached the back fence of the house, he parked his bike at the side and began climbing the ladder to her bedroom upstairs. It wasn't unusual since he always did this, even when her parents were home. They would open the door and get caught, but over the years, Hikari's parents grew to trust Takeru and didn't mind at all that he climbed up her bedroom window. After all, they were just best friends…
Takeru looked through the curtains, hoping to find her there. He smiled. She was there after all. But then, at the corner of his eye, he saw another figure. A young man with familiar, untamed hair.
Probably Taichi, Takeru assumed. He had been wrong. As he looked closer, he found that it was Daisuke Motomiya. One of his best friends. It didn't seem to occur to him that anything was happening between them…that Daisuke was just visiting…but he suddenly kissed Hikari. Instead of pulling away as Takeru expected, Hikari giggled softly and wrapped her arms around Daisuke's neck. Takeru was horrified. Maybe it was for a play? He said to himself, not wanting to believe it. Where are their scripts?
Takeru was so angry. He fought back his tears. He knew that the older digidestineds had teased him because he cried when he was angry, but he had grown out of the habit, though there were some times that he still felt he wanted to. The anger boiled. Takeru was the least expected to throw a tantrum and beat someone up, but before he knew what he was doing, he climbed in.
He was fighting, though he couldn't see what he was hitting. The fury claimed him and he was sitting on Daisuke. Hikari was screaming, but he couldn't hear her. He just beat with an undying hatred.
Before he knew it was over, arms had held him back and Hikari was crying over Daisuke as he was being revived. Takeru stared at Daisuke. It was as if the sense had been knocked into him. He looked at Daisuke's face, then he looked down at his own hands and found blood.
What have I done?
*end of flashback*
Takeru shook his head. He never wanted to relive that again. What he did with Daisuke was unquestionably wrong.
What am I turning into? Takeru asked himself as he headed to his locker. He forgot all about Hikari, who was still standing there. Am I turning corrupt. First he had beaten Daisuke, then he had attempted suicide, then he jumped in bed with Mimi at the same time betraying Yamato. Can a single guy create all that drama?
He carefully placed his things in his neat, organized locker. He sighed. At least he was still coordinated. That didn't change at all. He shut his locker and walked out of school to his mother's car.
Hikari was still at the same spot where Takeru had left her. She was sorry about everything. Her and Takeru's relationship would've remained happy if she hadn't gone off and kissed Daisuke. But for some reason, she didn't want their relationship to go any deeper than it already was. She wanted something different…exciting to her, in her own special way. She decided to be with Daisuke. But if she did, why was she feeling horribly guilty? Why did she have this angry feeling every time she told herself she didn't love Takeru?
"Hey Kari," said a comforting voice from behind her. She felt arms wrapping around her waist. She smiled and gently kissed the boy's cheek.
"Hey Davis," she answered.
A/N: Is it just me, or are digimon fanfiction deteriorating? Well, just an observation. Please R&R if you can…