A/N: I no own Digimon.
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The moment the words were out, she folded almost violently into herself, hiding her head in her knees and arms, and clapping her palms over her ears, tangling her fingers in her hair. She shook with sobs. She just wanted to go to bed, and sleep away all of her troubles and problems.
Matt, meanwhile, went a very amusing shade of white. A second later, all the color returned to his face with a vengeance. He lost his voice.
Once Hikari had cried herself almost to sleep, she stifled a yawn, took a deep breath, and forced herself to peer up across at Yamato. "Yama-kun?" she whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry. Please don't hate me, don't tell anybody. Don't hate me. I'm sorry, please, don't hate me, this is all my fault, I shouldn't have told you, don't hate me, don't hate me..."
Yamato managed to regain some of his voice, and worked his jaw, seeing as it seemed to have been unhinged.
"Why would I hate you?" he half choked out softly. "This isn't your fault, it's mine... Hikari!"
Hikari made a noise that sounded like a rat getting flushed down a toilet and clapped her hands over her ears again.
(A/N: Have you ever done that? Flushed a rat down the toilet, I mean)
"No!" she screamed. "Don't hate me, don't hate me, please, don't abandon me, you're all I have left, you're all I have left!" her voice faded into a mumble. "You're all I have left." She whispered.
She jumped and squeaked when Yamato leaned over and hugged her.
"Yamato?"
"I don't hate you; quite the contrary, I'm shocked that you haven't tried to kill me. I won't abandon you, Hikari, never." Gently yet firmly, he pulled her hands away from her ears. "Listen. I'm not going to hurt you, Hikari." He tipped her chin up slightly. "Though now I understand a lot more. Your parents wanted you to get an abortion, huh?"
Hikari swallowed. "Yes." She forced herself to look directly in Matt's eyes. "Yamato?" she asked softly. "What are we going to do? I know my parents hate me beyond all reason, and pretty soon Taichi will too. What about your parents? And the others?" Hikari felt more tears. "Oh God, what about Daisuke and Takeru?"
"I'm not sure what to do," Yamato sighed, running a hand through his still damp hair. "I'm so sorry Hikari-chan, this is all my fault... are you certain, that...?"
"Get another test if you want." Hikari said softly. "I found it hard to believe too. Went into some sort of denial for a while, and I couldn't concentrate. But it's true. It's true. I'm so sorry, Yamato..."
"Hey, enough tears and apologizing already," he said, offering a shaky smile. "my Otousan's pretty down, I think that he'll be, um, disappointed in me. my Okaasan will probably react the same as yours, but I live with my dad, so..."
"You mean they won't mind?"
"Of course they'll mind, they'll want to strangle me." he paused. "I don't know. Guess we'd better tell my Otousan now, while he's less stressed."
"No, please! I'm too tired, I just want to go to sleep and find Taichi before my parents do!" Hikari leaned against him. "I just want to go to sleep and not wake up until everything is over and done with."
"I know how you feel," Yamato said softly. "It's okay, you can stay in my room for now."
They darted semi-consciously through the rain and up the steps, slamming almost into Yamato's apartment. Mr. Ishida looked up from where he was sitting on the couch.
"You look like a couple of fish," he announced, smiling.
"Oh, thanks, Otousan. Now I feel so much more better." Yamato smiled back, albeit shakily. "Um, hey, this is Yagami-san's little sister, Hikari. She's going to crash in my room for the night. Is that okay with you?"
"As long as you don't get her pregnant."
"Heh, heh, heh," Yamato said weakly. Once out of earshot, Hikari squeaked, "We can't tell him!"
"Nah, I'll let him know when you aren't around. Want a shower?"
"Tomorrow morning, morning. Um, Taichi is..."
"Tournament in some weird town I've never heard of before." Yamato smiled a little. "I'll take you to him, we'll see if we can't catch him before the game starts and your parents arrive."
"Okay. Thank you, Yamato."
"No problem. I'm going to make a quick phone call, you can borrow one of my shirts if you want."
"Thanks, Yamato."
"Please, don't thank me." he held up his hands and Hikari offered a tiny smile. Once she was safely in his room, Yamato cut back to the living room then to the kitchen, taking the phone off the hook.
"Hey, Otousan, I'm making a quick call, okay? I promise it isn't long distance."
"It doesn't matter if it's long distance if you end up talking all night to somebody like Sora. That's her name, right?"
"Yes, Otousan. Besides, she dumped me, remember? Threw me out in the dumpster and then *apologized* and asked if we could still be friends. And I said yes. Like an idiot." Abrupt subject change needed! All hands on deck! "Anyway, only a quick call, okay?"
Mr. Ishida sighed. "Yeah, okay, whatever."
"Hey, I won't stay up too late, I've got to take Hikari to Taichi-san's game tomorrow early before they start playing."
"When are you going to leave, four?"
"Five, I'm guessing."
"Whatever. I work all day tomorrow, though."
"I know."
Yamato clicked the phone on and began to dial.
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The moment the words were out, she folded almost violently into herself, hiding her head in her knees and arms, and clapping her palms over her ears, tangling her fingers in her hair. She shook with sobs. She just wanted to go to bed, and sleep away all of her troubles and problems.
Matt, meanwhile, went a very amusing shade of white. A second later, all the color returned to his face with a vengeance. He lost his voice.
Once Hikari had cried herself almost to sleep, she stifled a yawn, took a deep breath, and forced herself to peer up across at Yamato. "Yama-kun?" she whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry. Please don't hate me, don't tell anybody. Don't hate me. I'm sorry, please, don't hate me, this is all my fault, I shouldn't have told you, don't hate me, don't hate me..."
Yamato managed to regain some of his voice, and worked his jaw, seeing as it seemed to have been unhinged.
"Why would I hate you?" he half choked out softly. "This isn't your fault, it's mine... Hikari!"
Hikari made a noise that sounded like a rat getting flushed down a toilet and clapped her hands over her ears again.
(A/N: Have you ever done that? Flushed a rat down the toilet, I mean)
"No!" she screamed. "Don't hate me, don't hate me, please, don't abandon me, you're all I have left, you're all I have left!" her voice faded into a mumble. "You're all I have left." She whispered.
She jumped and squeaked when Yamato leaned over and hugged her.
"Yamato?"
"I don't hate you; quite the contrary, I'm shocked that you haven't tried to kill me. I won't abandon you, Hikari, never." Gently yet firmly, he pulled her hands away from her ears. "Listen. I'm not going to hurt you, Hikari." He tipped her chin up slightly. "Though now I understand a lot more. Your parents wanted you to get an abortion, huh?"
Hikari swallowed. "Yes." She forced herself to look directly in Matt's eyes. "Yamato?" she asked softly. "What are we going to do? I know my parents hate me beyond all reason, and pretty soon Taichi will too. What about your parents? And the others?" Hikari felt more tears. "Oh God, what about Daisuke and Takeru?"
"I'm not sure what to do," Yamato sighed, running a hand through his still damp hair. "I'm so sorry Hikari-chan, this is all my fault... are you certain, that...?"
"Get another test if you want." Hikari said softly. "I found it hard to believe too. Went into some sort of denial for a while, and I couldn't concentrate. But it's true. It's true. I'm so sorry, Yamato..."
"Hey, enough tears and apologizing already," he said, offering a shaky smile. "my Otousan's pretty down, I think that he'll be, um, disappointed in me. my Okaasan will probably react the same as yours, but I live with my dad, so..."
"You mean they won't mind?"
"Of course they'll mind, they'll want to strangle me." he paused. "I don't know. Guess we'd better tell my Otousan now, while he's less stressed."
"No, please! I'm too tired, I just want to go to sleep and find Taichi before my parents do!" Hikari leaned against him. "I just want to go to sleep and not wake up until everything is over and done with."
"I know how you feel," Yamato said softly. "It's okay, you can stay in my room for now."
They darted semi-consciously through the rain and up the steps, slamming almost into Yamato's apartment. Mr. Ishida looked up from where he was sitting on the couch.
"You look like a couple of fish," he announced, smiling.
"Oh, thanks, Otousan. Now I feel so much more better." Yamato smiled back, albeit shakily. "Um, hey, this is Yagami-san's little sister, Hikari. She's going to crash in my room for the night. Is that okay with you?"
"As long as you don't get her pregnant."
"Heh, heh, heh," Yamato said weakly. Once out of earshot, Hikari squeaked, "We can't tell him!"
"Nah, I'll let him know when you aren't around. Want a shower?"
"Tomorrow morning, morning. Um, Taichi is..."
"Tournament in some weird town I've never heard of before." Yamato smiled a little. "I'll take you to him, we'll see if we can't catch him before the game starts and your parents arrive."
"Okay. Thank you, Yamato."
"No problem. I'm going to make a quick phone call, you can borrow one of my shirts if you want."
"Thanks, Yamato."
"Please, don't thank me." he held up his hands and Hikari offered a tiny smile. Once she was safely in his room, Yamato cut back to the living room then to the kitchen, taking the phone off the hook.
"Hey, Otousan, I'm making a quick call, okay? I promise it isn't long distance."
"It doesn't matter if it's long distance if you end up talking all night to somebody like Sora. That's her name, right?"
"Yes, Otousan. Besides, she dumped me, remember? Threw me out in the dumpster and then *apologized* and asked if we could still be friends. And I said yes. Like an idiot." Abrupt subject change needed! All hands on deck! "Anyway, only a quick call, okay?"
Mr. Ishida sighed. "Yeah, okay, whatever."
"Hey, I won't stay up too late, I've got to take Hikari to Taichi-san's game tomorrow early before they start playing."
"When are you going to leave, four?"
"Five, I'm guessing."
"Whatever. I work all day tomorrow, though."
"I know."
Yamato clicked the phone on and began to dial.
