A/N: I no own Digimon.

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Because she was still crying, and had already wasted a lot of breath anyway, it wasn't long before she was clutching a stitch in her chest and doubled over at a park. She sat on a park bench and cried for a while, curling up into a little ball and pulling her pink light jacket over her head. She was barefooted, her shoes and socks at home, and she had changed from her school uniform to a pair of white pants and a pink and white tank top. She had numerous cuts, but the coat over her head hid her from anybody she might know.

When she had calmed down, Hikari forced herself to think things through.

It wasn't too long that she came to a conclusion. Her parents loved her, and would never disown her. They were only surprised and scared, just like she was. Nobody had been thinking, but still Hikari figured that maybe they needed to cool off. Her parents loved her, never disown her or something funky like that. She'd come back in a little while, and everything would be okay, and they would hug her, and everybody would apologize, and they'd talk, and work things out...

Then everybody would speak one language, use one currency, and the world would have eternal peace.

Hikari snorted, scoffed, then burst into tears again. He parents were very serious people. Of course they had just disowned her, though Hikari wasn't so sure if it was that easy. Telling her to get out and all, just like that. But then, Hikari had never disowned anybody, so she was a bit hazy on the subject. They'd have to sign some papers, right?

But, either way, they seemed pretty bent on the fact that they wouldn't support her. But how could she, get an abortion, kill the thing growing inside of her? How would she be able to go through nine months of torture and pain, just to give up her creation to adoption?

No. she was pregnant and alone.

There wasn't any school tomorrow, though, thank God. Taichi. Tai! That was it, Tai! Tai would understand, he'd support her, and he'd hold her, and tell her everything would be okay... then their parents would really kick her out of the family and find a way to keep Tai from her, and she'd be even more alone.

Pregnant and alone...

No! she had friends! Miyako, Mimi, Sora, Jyou, Takeru, Daisuke.... all of them, they were her friends. Though a few probably wouldn't approve... and their parents sure as heck wouldn't... so she couldn't stay with any of them.

Takeru. Daisuke. More tears leaked from her water logged eyes. They would be devastated, especially Takeru.

Then the father crept up. His image danced and swirled in her mind, and she was seized with a sudden fear; what if he...? No. of course not. It was his fault, even if he didn't want to, he'd have to support her.

But Hikari didn't want to be a terrible nuisance, and it wasn't his fault... she'd been dumped, and gone looking for the comfort of Takeru, but had run into him. His father had been away, and she'd just been so cold, and hurt, and he'd been holding her, and got her some milk to drink, and offered to call her parents and drive her home... and, the thought of what Taichi would say if he found out she had secretly been dating a boy that he, along with all of the other Digidestined and school for that matter, hated, the shock and disappointment on his face... she'd begged to spend the night, and for him to not tell anybody.

She'd spent the night all right.

Afterwards, he had been guilty, horrified with himself. What he'd done was illegal, she was way beyond a simple "under age" thing. He'd apologized numerous times, and seemed almost afraid to touch Hikari. She'd never seen him so close to a break down. She told him it was okay, and they agreed to pretend it had never happened, to never tell anybody, not her brother, not his girlfriend, nobody. An entire month passed, and when they did see each other, which wasn't much due to everyday life, it seemed as though everything was normal, and they had perhaps truly forgotten about it...

And Hikari almost had, until she had missed her period, and gotten frantic and bought a pregnancy test, and found the results...

Had he forgotten? Would he support her?

'Well,' Hikari thought, after figuring out she couldn't cry any more due to physical impossibility, 'I might as well tell him, he deserves the right to know.' She got up after checking that nobody was around, and wiped her face thoroughly and put her jacket on. Now that she was so tired and had her mind set on one thing, the cuts she had sustained, her feet, and a bruise that was forming on her knee were all-too good at making her aware of them.

But, somehow, cutting through lawns, alleyways, and everything else to avoid being seen by too many people, or people that knew her, Hikari made it all the way across town and then some to the apartment complex she was looking for. The sun was setting.

Pulling her hood over her head tighter, she made a mad dash across the street, trying to ignore the few shouts she got, like "Hey little girl, where are your shoes?" and "Get out of the road, brat!" and "Have you been abused? You sure look like it! *drunken laugh followed by a swerve, and crash five minutes later*" Hikari sighed, shaking her head slightly. Traffic.

Traffic, dusk, and your average Tokyo weirdos. She shook them off, and leaned against the railing to the outside stairs for support. She gasped a bit, tried to ignore her burning feet, then went up the stairs and finally breathed a tiny sigh of relief when she stopped at his door. She pushed her hood back, wiped her eyes again (though she doubted it did any good) tried to catch her breath, then knocked.

There was the sound of a TV being turned off, some grumbling, footsteps, then the door opened a crack.

"Excuse me," Hikari said between breathes. "Is Ishida Yamato here?"

The door opened all the way to show Mr. Ishida. He frowned lightly when he saw her.

"I don't believe we've met before," he told her.

"No sir." Hikari paused. "Um, do I have the wrong place....?"

"No, no, Yamato is here. He's isn't home from his band practice yet, but this is where he lives." Pause. "Are you okay? You look like you've been through the mill."

"Worse, actually," Hikari said, giving him a tiny smile and attempting to brush her hair off of her face. "Anou, I need to speak to Yamato-kun. It's... it's very important." Then, seeing as she might need further excuse, "I kind of got frantic and ran all the way here without my shoes. That's how important it is." She offered him another smile. "Do you know where Yamato is practicing band?"

"Yes. But won't you come in?" he opened the door, and ushered Hikari in. "Want anything to drink? Eat? Need a rest?" he eyed her carefully.

"No, thank you," Hikari sighed. "Anou,"

"Yamato should be home in an hour, he usually comes home around six or seven or so," Mr. Ishida said.

"Oh. Um, could you please give me directions to where his band practices? I really, really need to talk to him."

"Wouldn't you rather wait here?"

"No, but thank you."

Mr. Ishida scratched his head, looking Hikari up and down once more. "If you say so," he said. "But at least borrow a pair of shoes first; you can't refuse that."

Hikari looked down at her feet and blushed. "Um, thank you, Sir," she said, and hesitated. "Could I please use your bathroom, too?"

"Yes, of course; down the hall, on the right. I'll find you some shoes and socks. Heaven knows we've got plenty of both."

Hikari laughed to humor him as she went down the hall (after wiping her dirty feet on the mat, not wanting to track blood and mud everywhere) and went down to the bathroom. She knew where it was.

After closing the door, she examined herself in the mirror, and couldn't help but admit she looked horrible. After a long, relaxing yawn, Hikari turned on the faucet, grabbed a wash cloth, and gently scrubbed at her face and everywhere else that was sore until she felt (and looked somewhat) better. She went back out, and Mr. Ishida was just coming with a pair of white socks.

"Both might be a bit big for you," he said, handing her the shoes and socks.

"That's okay," Hikari said, sitting down with a heavy sigh. "I'll return them as soon as I can, okay?"

"Of course." There was a moment of silence, then Hikari set to work on putting the socks (which were too big) on, then the shoes, that were a bit worn and actually a bit too small, on. She stood up and stretched.

"Would you like me to drive you there?" Mr. Ishida offered. "Or you can wait here while I pick up Yamato."

"No, but thank you very much, Sir," Hikari said, once more giving him a smile.

"Well, suit yourself," he sighed. "Okay, you know where the highschool is?" Hikari nodded. "You go a few blocks to the left of that, and down Totoro Street. There's a blue house on the end, with a garage; that's where Yamato and Co. usually practice. Can you remember all of that?"

"Yes sir, thank you, sir."

"No problem."