A/N: I no own Digimon.
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The next morning, Yamato woke up with a cramp in his neck. He sat up with a groan and looked at the clock, which he had set, for four thirty. Enough time to wake Hikari up and let her take a shower. With a grumpy yawn, Yamato stood up, stretched, then quietly made his way down the hall to his bedroom. Gently, he pushed the door open, and looked at Hikari's sleeping form fondly.
His smile faded, however, when he remembered. Cautiously, he made his way over to her stretched out form, and hesitatingly reached out and touched her stomach. The movement woke her up, and he snatched his hand back before she could tell.
"Yamato-san," she said thickly. It was a moment before the before events rushed back, and she sat straight up. "Ah! Are we late? what time is it?" she looked down. "Did we miss Taichi?"
"Shh, my Otousan's still asleep," Yamato whispered. "No, we didn't miss Taichi, it's four-thirty."
Hikari looked out the window and yawned. "Why did his tournament have to be so far away?"
"Beats me. hey, you wanted to take a shower...?"
"Wha? Oh, yes. Thank you, Yamato-san." Hikari got up and massaged her temples.
"Um, Hikari?" Yamato asked softly, following her to the bathroom.
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind if we, check again, just to make sure...?"
It took Hikari a moment to figure out what he was saying. "Oh." She glanced down self-consciously. "Um, you mean another test? I guess." She was a little offended, but placing herself in Yamato's shoes, she understood his uncertainty. Who knew? Maybe she had made a mistake after all.
A shower was exactly what she needed, and while she was in it, Yamato threw her clothes in the washer and fetched out a black shirt and pants that didn't fit him anymore. Black was pretty much all he wore now-a-days.
And besides, Hikari did look... good... in them.
Yamato left a note on the fridge for Mr. Ishida, then led Hikari out to his car, and they got in. he checked his watch. "Okay. We'll stop by a drug store, then run pick him up."
"Pick who up?"
"Trust me, Hikari-chan, this'll take a lot of weight off your shoulders." Yamato started the car, and it was exactly what they did.
Once out of the store, they stuffed the bag under the seat and Hikari settled in the back.
"Who are we picking up?"
"We need to tell somebody else, we can't keep this a secret forever."
Hikari began to have serious doubts. "Who is it?" she asked softly again.
They turned down an all-too familiar street, where an all-too familiar person was waiting, and got in the front.
"Hey, Hikari-chan," Takeru said.
Hikari paled. "Yamato, no," she hissed.
"Trust me Hikari, stress at this point in your life will be bad for your health. Takeru will understand."
During this exchange, as they drove out, Takeru stayed wisely silent. He knew that one of them would blurt it out at some point. It was save a lot of stuttering.
"You don't know that he'll understand!" it seemed that both of them had forgotten Takeru was even there. "Yamato, just because he might smile and say, 'okay, it's alright with me' on the outside, he'll hate the both of us, or me at least in truth!"
"Takeru wouldn't be able to hate you if his life depended on it."
"You could have chosen somebody else at the least!"
"What? Like Daisuke? Support, Hikari, is what we need. If everybody in Tokyo finds out, I can guarantee you we won't have a lot of support, and that's a necessity. besides, you know Daisuke's reaction will be the worst out of every one."
Hikari didn't say anything for a moment. "No. Yamato, no. look at my parents! They're supposed to be supportive, understanding, angry of course, but when you find out your child is THAT you don't go disowning them!"
"They didn't disown you."
"You keep saying that, but you don't know! You didn't see the look on my... on Mr. Yagami's face, when he found out! What if your parents disown you, huh? Then what?"
"My mother can do whatever she wants, and my dad will be, ah, pissed off, but he'll understand. Besides, nobody on my side of the family can lay a hand on you, so you're safe in that aspect."
"That's not my point."
"What was your point?"
"What would you do if your family didn't support you."
"Even if they don't, there's still the others."
"And if they don't support?"
"You're getting over yourself Hikari. Imagine walking up to Mimi, telling her, then have her scream and walk out on you? if they aren't supportive, they really aren't friends."
"And you know this...?"
"Because I am an overly friendly guy. Duh."
Hikari stared out the window. Yamato glanced at Takeru, then stopped at a drive in, and got them all a quick on-the-road breakfast.
The tournament started at nine, and it would take a few hours to get there.
"Tell Takeru." Yamato said after a moment. "You'll feel better."
"No, I won't. he'll hate me."
"Then I'll tell him. But YOU have the job of backing me up."
"I'm in the backseat, aren't I?"
Yamato snorted. "Ha, ha, ha. That was so funny I forgot to laugh." He offered a smile in the mirror, and for the first time, Hikari noticed he was shaking. Only slightly, barely enough to be noticed. So. He was scared, too? She felt a feeling of guilt wash over her.
"Takeru?"
"Yes?"
"ACK!" Hikari would have jumped out of the roof of the car if it hadn't been for her seat belt. She had completely forgotten Takeru was there. Like an idiot! He had probably figured out everything by now! Did he hate her? She glanced at him quickly, then stuffed the rest of her bagel in her mouth to avoid talking, staring hard at the window. Her eyes hurt with the pinpricks of more tears.
"Last month, do you remember when what's-his-name dumped Hikari?"
A pause... "Yes, I do."
"Well, she was pretty much heartbroken, and came over to dad's and my place, and I comforted her and stuff."
Takeru wasn't sure what to say about that. He blinked, looking at his older brother expectantly. Yamato was watching him out of the corner of his eye. Takeru knew whatever it was, Yamato was worried; the car wasn't all too steady, he kept jerking the steering wheel too harshly.
"Takeru, please don't hate me!" Hikari begged.
"That's what Yamato said when he called me last night! All right, what's going on? Tell me, please!"
Yamato let out a small shaky breath. Hikari gulped. Then she reached forward, under the seat, and pulled out the bag that had the you-know-what in it.
"Clever," Yamato murmured as Hikari took a deep shaky breath, then handed the bag up to Takeru. "It's just a double check," she whispered. "Look at it."
Takeru frowned lightly, and started to undo the bag, but Yamato swerved to the left, leaned on the horn, screamed a few obscenities out the window at the offending cars, and they were back on their way.
Hikari watched Takeru slowly play with the bag, then reach inside of it. she took a deep breath, brought her knees to her chest, and closed her eyes, hiding her face.
Yamato wished he could do the same. He gripped the steering wheel even harder, hands slipping from sweat.
"This is a..." Takeru trailed off. "No, wait a minute."
Things were rolling and clicking in his mind while he put the evidence together. He let out a slow breath, put the box back in the bag, handed it back to Hikari (who avoided looking at him) then just sat dumbly in the front.
There was a long silence.
"So," Takeru said after what must have been hours. Actually, it had been an hour and a half, according to Hikari's watch. "Have you guys told your parents?"
"Hikari's parents got a bit hysterical and kicked her out of the house," Yamato whispered. Now the shakiness in it was audible, and Hikari chanced to look at him. She realized she was shaking just as badly. Takeru stared out his window. "And Okaasan and Otousan? They don't know."
"No, they don't."
There was another very long silence. Hikari swallowed, and forced herself to sit straight, and look at the back of Takeru's head for a minute. Then she leaned down and stuffed the you-know-what back under the seat, wrapped her arms around her legs, buried her face in Matt's pants, and inhaled deeply. When she exhaled, she was crying.
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The next morning, Yamato woke up with a cramp in his neck. He sat up with a groan and looked at the clock, which he had set, for four thirty. Enough time to wake Hikari up and let her take a shower. With a grumpy yawn, Yamato stood up, stretched, then quietly made his way down the hall to his bedroom. Gently, he pushed the door open, and looked at Hikari's sleeping form fondly.
His smile faded, however, when he remembered. Cautiously, he made his way over to her stretched out form, and hesitatingly reached out and touched her stomach. The movement woke her up, and he snatched his hand back before she could tell.
"Yamato-san," she said thickly. It was a moment before the before events rushed back, and she sat straight up. "Ah! Are we late? what time is it?" she looked down. "Did we miss Taichi?"
"Shh, my Otousan's still asleep," Yamato whispered. "No, we didn't miss Taichi, it's four-thirty."
Hikari looked out the window and yawned. "Why did his tournament have to be so far away?"
"Beats me. hey, you wanted to take a shower...?"
"Wha? Oh, yes. Thank you, Yamato-san." Hikari got up and massaged her temples.
"Um, Hikari?" Yamato asked softly, following her to the bathroom.
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind if we, check again, just to make sure...?"
It took Hikari a moment to figure out what he was saying. "Oh." She glanced down self-consciously. "Um, you mean another test? I guess." She was a little offended, but placing herself in Yamato's shoes, she understood his uncertainty. Who knew? Maybe she had made a mistake after all.
A shower was exactly what she needed, and while she was in it, Yamato threw her clothes in the washer and fetched out a black shirt and pants that didn't fit him anymore. Black was pretty much all he wore now-a-days.
And besides, Hikari did look... good... in them.
Yamato left a note on the fridge for Mr. Ishida, then led Hikari out to his car, and they got in. he checked his watch. "Okay. We'll stop by a drug store, then run pick him up."
"Pick who up?"
"Trust me, Hikari-chan, this'll take a lot of weight off your shoulders." Yamato started the car, and it was exactly what they did.
Once out of the store, they stuffed the bag under the seat and Hikari settled in the back.
"Who are we picking up?"
"We need to tell somebody else, we can't keep this a secret forever."
Hikari began to have serious doubts. "Who is it?" she asked softly again.
They turned down an all-too familiar street, where an all-too familiar person was waiting, and got in the front.
"Hey, Hikari-chan," Takeru said.
Hikari paled. "Yamato, no," she hissed.
"Trust me Hikari, stress at this point in your life will be bad for your health. Takeru will understand."
During this exchange, as they drove out, Takeru stayed wisely silent. He knew that one of them would blurt it out at some point. It was save a lot of stuttering.
"You don't know that he'll understand!" it seemed that both of them had forgotten Takeru was even there. "Yamato, just because he might smile and say, 'okay, it's alright with me' on the outside, he'll hate the both of us, or me at least in truth!"
"Takeru wouldn't be able to hate you if his life depended on it."
"You could have chosen somebody else at the least!"
"What? Like Daisuke? Support, Hikari, is what we need. If everybody in Tokyo finds out, I can guarantee you we won't have a lot of support, and that's a necessity. besides, you know Daisuke's reaction will be the worst out of every one."
Hikari didn't say anything for a moment. "No. Yamato, no. look at my parents! They're supposed to be supportive, understanding, angry of course, but when you find out your child is THAT you don't go disowning them!"
"They didn't disown you."
"You keep saying that, but you don't know! You didn't see the look on my... on Mr. Yagami's face, when he found out! What if your parents disown you, huh? Then what?"
"My mother can do whatever she wants, and my dad will be, ah, pissed off, but he'll understand. Besides, nobody on my side of the family can lay a hand on you, so you're safe in that aspect."
"That's not my point."
"What was your point?"
"What would you do if your family didn't support you."
"Even if they don't, there's still the others."
"And if they don't support?"
"You're getting over yourself Hikari. Imagine walking up to Mimi, telling her, then have her scream and walk out on you? if they aren't supportive, they really aren't friends."
"And you know this...?"
"Because I am an overly friendly guy. Duh."
Hikari stared out the window. Yamato glanced at Takeru, then stopped at a drive in, and got them all a quick on-the-road breakfast.
The tournament started at nine, and it would take a few hours to get there.
"Tell Takeru." Yamato said after a moment. "You'll feel better."
"No, I won't. he'll hate me."
"Then I'll tell him. But YOU have the job of backing me up."
"I'm in the backseat, aren't I?"
Yamato snorted. "Ha, ha, ha. That was so funny I forgot to laugh." He offered a smile in the mirror, and for the first time, Hikari noticed he was shaking. Only slightly, barely enough to be noticed. So. He was scared, too? She felt a feeling of guilt wash over her.
"Takeru?"
"Yes?"
"ACK!" Hikari would have jumped out of the roof of the car if it hadn't been for her seat belt. She had completely forgotten Takeru was there. Like an idiot! He had probably figured out everything by now! Did he hate her? She glanced at him quickly, then stuffed the rest of her bagel in her mouth to avoid talking, staring hard at the window. Her eyes hurt with the pinpricks of more tears.
"Last month, do you remember when what's-his-name dumped Hikari?"
A pause... "Yes, I do."
"Well, she was pretty much heartbroken, and came over to dad's and my place, and I comforted her and stuff."
Takeru wasn't sure what to say about that. He blinked, looking at his older brother expectantly. Yamato was watching him out of the corner of his eye. Takeru knew whatever it was, Yamato was worried; the car wasn't all too steady, he kept jerking the steering wheel too harshly.
"Takeru, please don't hate me!" Hikari begged.
"That's what Yamato said when he called me last night! All right, what's going on? Tell me, please!"
Yamato let out a small shaky breath. Hikari gulped. Then she reached forward, under the seat, and pulled out the bag that had the you-know-what in it.
"Clever," Yamato murmured as Hikari took a deep shaky breath, then handed the bag up to Takeru. "It's just a double check," she whispered. "Look at it."
Takeru frowned lightly, and started to undo the bag, but Yamato swerved to the left, leaned on the horn, screamed a few obscenities out the window at the offending cars, and they were back on their way.
Hikari watched Takeru slowly play with the bag, then reach inside of it. she took a deep breath, brought her knees to her chest, and closed her eyes, hiding her face.
Yamato wished he could do the same. He gripped the steering wheel even harder, hands slipping from sweat.
"This is a..." Takeru trailed off. "No, wait a minute."
Things were rolling and clicking in his mind while he put the evidence together. He let out a slow breath, put the box back in the bag, handed it back to Hikari (who avoided looking at him) then just sat dumbly in the front.
There was a long silence.
"So," Takeru said after what must have been hours. Actually, it had been an hour and a half, according to Hikari's watch. "Have you guys told your parents?"
"Hikari's parents got a bit hysterical and kicked her out of the house," Yamato whispered. Now the shakiness in it was audible, and Hikari chanced to look at him. She realized she was shaking just as badly. Takeru stared out his window. "And Okaasan and Otousan? They don't know."
"No, they don't."
There was another very long silence. Hikari swallowed, and forced herself to sit straight, and look at the back of Takeru's head for a minute. Then she leaned down and stuffed the you-know-what back under the seat, wrapped her arms around her legs, buried her face in Matt's pants, and inhaled deeply. When she exhaled, she was crying.
