Disclaimer: No, no. We still don't own Digimon. But if you would like to join us in writing a letter of complaint to the Japanese writers, please read the following story.
A/N – It's me again, HW. Boy, PC, we're moving really fast through this fic. Of course, our chapters are really short too. But anyway, this is basically the continuation of the last three chapters. Please read.
Love, Hate, Pain, War
Chapter 4: Green Blood
By: Hopeful Writer and PhoenixChild
This Chapter by: Hopeful Writer
"All this bitter fighting, what is it for, Takeru?" Hikari asked as they tromped through the woods, farther and farther from the screams of hatred and murder.
Takeru opened his mouth to speak, the closed it. He tried again. "I don't even know, Hikari. It's probably all some big misunderstanding, just as every war is. I just know some people are trying to break away from the government."
"How stupid."
"Yeah, I guess it is pretty stupid."
Hikari was silent so Takeru decided to ask a question. "Hikari, why does your brother want to be a rebel soldier?"
The girl looked up in surprise. "He doesn't really. He's not fighting to break away or anything. No, Taichi's fighting because he likes to fight. He thinks it attracts girls."
Takeru laughed. "What an excellent philosophy!"
"It sounds like you and my brother would get along well." As Takeru mulled this over, Hikari suddenly stopped and pulled Takeru behind a bush.
"What's the matter?" the blond boy hissed, nursing his sore arm.
"Rebel soldiers," Hikari whispered back. Takeru tensed.
"Get out of here," he muttered. "I'll get rid of the soldiers. I'll meet you in a clearing I found, about 100 yards to the east." He motioned in the direction she should go.
"But—"
"No, buts, Hikari. You may be my enemy's sister, but I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you."
Hikari started to go, then turned back. "Thanks, Takeru. You be careful. You're not like them. They've got green blood of envy. You're special, kinder. Be careful," she repeated. She hesitated for a second, then placed a quick peck on his lips and ran off.
Takeru was a little shocked. It wasn't not everyday people told him he was special and kind. And kissed him, for that matter. He felt ready to take on the world. These soldiers would be nothing.
Suddenly he saw his foe. Or foes. About twenty soldiers trooped closer and surrounded him, leaving Takeru terrified and vulnerable.
A/N – Okay, that's all for now. I gave the perfect cliffhanger for PC to take over. Good luck, PC! See you later, all!
