A/N: I no own... poor Daisuke. Unlike half the universe out there, I think
that Daisuke-kun adds spice to the show, and he's a very important part.
Plus he's sweet and cute... sniff. Poor guy. Maybe I shouldn't have done
that to him. And I put Yakari/Hikato in the summery. Why are you reading
this if you SAW that I put Yakari/Hikato in my SUMMERY of all things? I
mean, not that I object to the extra reader, of course. ^_^
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Yamato tried very, very hard not to think about Daisuke and Sora and the others while driving to his mother's house.
"Yamato, Takeru seems pretty convinced you got Hikari pregnant! Is that true? Yamato, how could you!"
Sora's words echoed and bounced around the car. Yamato shifted and opened his window a crack.
"Sora, you broke up with me, remember? Why would you care?"
"I still love you, Yamato! And if you slept with her a month ago, then we were still together! You betrayed me!"
Yamato shook his head, trying to clear it of her words. Sora... it was her own problem she had hurt him, dumped him.
"Very funny, Yamato. But seriously, tell me what's wrong with Hikari-chan."
Daisuke. Why did Matt care about the two of them? There were others who were probably not supporting he and Hikari. Why was he hurt and surprised?
But Sora, of all people. . . He had thought they were still friends in the least.
"Were you drunk, Yamato? Was that it? did that bitch get you drunk then take advantage of you?"
How could Sora have even thought such a thing! Hikari would never, ever, and Sora knew that very well. She had been waiting for Yamato to lie, go along with what she said, make excuses, go back with her, abandon Hikari. He wasn't stupid. And he had told Sora just that. In a harsh tone of voice too. And what did he say after he let her know he wouldn't lie for her?
" I hate you, Takenouchi-san. It's your own fault Hikari captured my heart and not yours. Go screw somebody that won't let you hurt them, that will hurt YOU, then you can see what it's like."
Of all the things Yamato could have said, it had to be that! He had meant to use a gentle, guilty tone, say that he was only human, beg for forgiveness, just like Sora always somehow made him do. And did he stop there? No!
"For three years, I've been your slave, getting you, begging you, praying for you, I'd have given up my LIFE for you! you were using me, Takenouchi, and I knew it. I couldn't end anything, even though I tried my hardest, but your freaking smile always made me shut my trap and paint your nails! Maybe THAT'S why I didn't hesitate when I was above Hikari! Maybe THAT'S why I completely forgot about you and was actually happy when I laid with Hikari! And maybe THAT'S why you're such a jealous bitch! Well, I've got news for you, Sora. I hate you, with all of my heart, which belongs to Hikari, and you can get the entire army against Hikari and I, use your Digimon, use your CREST, but nothing, and I repeat nothing, will stop me from loving her."
And he had gotten in the car and driven off. Now Yamato was wondering why he wanted to cry. Don't cry. Not over Sora, never over her. She was a friend. Or WAS a friend. Daisuke... oh, ditto for him. Who else, Yamato wondered, hated him and thought he'd raped Hikari or the other way around? Two Digidestined, at least, weren't on his side.
He blinked harshly, and pulled to a stop in front of his mother's house. No more stalling. He didn't care anymore. He was going to go up there, tell his mother he had gotten the Girl of His Dreams pregnant, tell her he hated her for betraying him and Otousan like that, tell his "step-father" that he hated him for tearing his family apart and taking his baby brother away, then he would go home and tell Hikari that he loved her, and he would call his Otousan and tell him first about Okaasan and butt-man, then about himself and Hikari, and he didn't care if his father was at an important meeting or not. Then he would stay with Hikari, and he would take care of her, and his daughter(s) or son(s) and they would get married when Hikari turned eighteen. If she loved him.
Yamato felt a pang of guilt. He didn't want to rush her anymore, but he had to relieve some of the stressors off of himself. He had a concert the day after tomorrow.
Determined, Yamato banged on his mother's front door, then walked right on in.
"Excuse me, but," a man started, who had apparently gotten up to answer the door. "Young man, you can't just walk right in here. Are you looking for Takeru? He isn't here right now - hey! Young man!"
Yamato shoved right past him, leaving the door open, and found his mother in the kitchen. He didn't bother taking off his shoes or light coat. Just stomped u[p to her.
"Oh, Yamato-chan! Hey, how are you? I thought you were with TK?"
"Okaasan," he said firmly, "First of all, I understand you're pregnant." She froze, and Yamato looked deftly at the slight lump under her shirt. "Good job, Okaasan! It must be, what, three or four months now? Certainly looks like it! so you and Wonder Boy got it on, did you? and you thought you wouldn't tell Otousan OR me, huh? Well, thank YOU very much!" he turned the water off, the sink where she had frantically started scrubbing the dishes.
"No, listen to me; first of all, you shouldn't be working, Wandering Whale back there should. What kind of a husband makes his wife strain herself when she's pregnant?"
"Yamato, I think that you're overreacting. Why don't you just,"
"LISTEN to me!" he fumed, well aware of Wonder Boy behind him, having followed from the door. "Being the wonderful and pregnant mother of me that you are, I thought I might tell you that you aren't the only one going to have a baby unwanted by certain people! My girlfriend and I are going to have a brat of our own too, and I thought you might like to know that you're going to be a grandmother at the age of, what? Thirty-seven? Congratulations! Now if you excuse me, my girl and CHILD are waiting for me too, so I think that I'll leave you and Wonder Boy to your own devices!" and juts like that, he turned and shoved hard against Wonder Boy (his step father) before stomping back down the hall and flinging the door open.
"Yamato! Yamato, wait, come back here!" he ignored his mother.
"Yamato, listen to your mother, young man!" Wonder Boy snapped, grabbing him by his shirt collar. Yamato jerked and twisted so hard that his shirt came off in Wonder Boy's fingers. He rounded on him. "YOU aren't my father, YOU can't tell me what to do! You to your wife, I think she's calling for YOU!"
And with that said, Yamato ran outside, slammed the door closed, then jogged to his car. He was still seething and pissed off by the time he got home, and still extremely angry when he grabbed the phone in his house, dialed, and listened to his father pick up.
Hearing the tiredness but worry that the call was coming from home in his Otousan's voice made Yamato's anger evaporate. He slumped so that he was leaning on the table, and he sighed.
"Otousan, I got Yagami Hikari pregnant," he said bluntly. There was silence on the other end.
"I figured as much," came the reply at last.
"Did you know that Wonder Boy happened to get Okaasan pregnant, too? For quite a while I'm guessing, because she's showing now."
Again, silence.
"I'm surprised he didn't do it sooner."
"Otousan, how can you be so light on such a subject?"
"Let your mother deal with herself, Yamato. Wonder Boy tries, he really does."
"I hate him. He took Okaasan AND Takeru away, just like that, he had no RIGHT!"
"Did you have a right to get Miss Yagami pregnant?"
"That's different. When are you going to be home?"
"There's been a problem here, actually. I probably won't be home until around tomorrow afternoon."
"That's what I thought."
"We'll talk about it then. I take it you already told your mother?"
"And I lost my shirt in the process." He glanced down at his bare chest. "Wonder Boy ripped it off."
"Don't exaggerate, Matt. Be a good boy. Tell Takeru I love him."
"Whatever." Yamato hung up, put the phone back, and sighed, closing his eyes. He felt drained. Slowly, he sank into a chair and slumped, bringing his knees up much like he found Hikari doing a lot these days.
"Yamato?"
He jumped at the gentle voice, and looked up quickly, brushing hair out of his face as an excuse to wipe his eyes.
"Hikari-chan. I didn't know you were up."
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Yamato tried very, very hard not to think about Daisuke and Sora and the others while driving to his mother's house.
"Yamato, Takeru seems pretty convinced you got Hikari pregnant! Is that true? Yamato, how could you!"
Sora's words echoed and bounced around the car. Yamato shifted and opened his window a crack.
"Sora, you broke up with me, remember? Why would you care?"
"I still love you, Yamato! And if you slept with her a month ago, then we were still together! You betrayed me!"
Yamato shook his head, trying to clear it of her words. Sora... it was her own problem she had hurt him, dumped him.
"Very funny, Yamato. But seriously, tell me what's wrong with Hikari-chan."
Daisuke. Why did Matt care about the two of them? There were others who were probably not supporting he and Hikari. Why was he hurt and surprised?
But Sora, of all people. . . He had thought they were still friends in the least.
"Were you drunk, Yamato? Was that it? did that bitch get you drunk then take advantage of you?"
How could Sora have even thought such a thing! Hikari would never, ever, and Sora knew that very well. She had been waiting for Yamato to lie, go along with what she said, make excuses, go back with her, abandon Hikari. He wasn't stupid. And he had told Sora just that. In a harsh tone of voice too. And what did he say after he let her know he wouldn't lie for her?
" I hate you, Takenouchi-san. It's your own fault Hikari captured my heart and not yours. Go screw somebody that won't let you hurt them, that will hurt YOU, then you can see what it's like."
Of all the things Yamato could have said, it had to be that! He had meant to use a gentle, guilty tone, say that he was only human, beg for forgiveness, just like Sora always somehow made him do. And did he stop there? No!
"For three years, I've been your slave, getting you, begging you, praying for you, I'd have given up my LIFE for you! you were using me, Takenouchi, and I knew it. I couldn't end anything, even though I tried my hardest, but your freaking smile always made me shut my trap and paint your nails! Maybe THAT'S why I didn't hesitate when I was above Hikari! Maybe THAT'S why I completely forgot about you and was actually happy when I laid with Hikari! And maybe THAT'S why you're such a jealous bitch! Well, I've got news for you, Sora. I hate you, with all of my heart, which belongs to Hikari, and you can get the entire army against Hikari and I, use your Digimon, use your CREST, but nothing, and I repeat nothing, will stop me from loving her."
And he had gotten in the car and driven off. Now Yamato was wondering why he wanted to cry. Don't cry. Not over Sora, never over her. She was a friend. Or WAS a friend. Daisuke... oh, ditto for him. Who else, Yamato wondered, hated him and thought he'd raped Hikari or the other way around? Two Digidestined, at least, weren't on his side.
He blinked harshly, and pulled to a stop in front of his mother's house. No more stalling. He didn't care anymore. He was going to go up there, tell his mother he had gotten the Girl of His Dreams pregnant, tell her he hated her for betraying him and Otousan like that, tell his "step-father" that he hated him for tearing his family apart and taking his baby brother away, then he would go home and tell Hikari that he loved her, and he would call his Otousan and tell him first about Okaasan and butt-man, then about himself and Hikari, and he didn't care if his father was at an important meeting or not. Then he would stay with Hikari, and he would take care of her, and his daughter(s) or son(s) and they would get married when Hikari turned eighteen. If she loved him.
Yamato felt a pang of guilt. He didn't want to rush her anymore, but he had to relieve some of the stressors off of himself. He had a concert the day after tomorrow.
Determined, Yamato banged on his mother's front door, then walked right on in.
"Excuse me, but," a man started, who had apparently gotten up to answer the door. "Young man, you can't just walk right in here. Are you looking for Takeru? He isn't here right now - hey! Young man!"
Yamato shoved right past him, leaving the door open, and found his mother in the kitchen. He didn't bother taking off his shoes or light coat. Just stomped u[p to her.
"Oh, Yamato-chan! Hey, how are you? I thought you were with TK?"
"Okaasan," he said firmly, "First of all, I understand you're pregnant." She froze, and Yamato looked deftly at the slight lump under her shirt. "Good job, Okaasan! It must be, what, three or four months now? Certainly looks like it! so you and Wonder Boy got it on, did you? and you thought you wouldn't tell Otousan OR me, huh? Well, thank YOU very much!" he turned the water off, the sink where she had frantically started scrubbing the dishes.
"No, listen to me; first of all, you shouldn't be working, Wandering Whale back there should. What kind of a husband makes his wife strain herself when she's pregnant?"
"Yamato, I think that you're overreacting. Why don't you just,"
"LISTEN to me!" he fumed, well aware of Wonder Boy behind him, having followed from the door. "Being the wonderful and pregnant mother of me that you are, I thought I might tell you that you aren't the only one going to have a baby unwanted by certain people! My girlfriend and I are going to have a brat of our own too, and I thought you might like to know that you're going to be a grandmother at the age of, what? Thirty-seven? Congratulations! Now if you excuse me, my girl and CHILD are waiting for me too, so I think that I'll leave you and Wonder Boy to your own devices!" and juts like that, he turned and shoved hard against Wonder Boy (his step father) before stomping back down the hall and flinging the door open.
"Yamato! Yamato, wait, come back here!" he ignored his mother.
"Yamato, listen to your mother, young man!" Wonder Boy snapped, grabbing him by his shirt collar. Yamato jerked and twisted so hard that his shirt came off in Wonder Boy's fingers. He rounded on him. "YOU aren't my father, YOU can't tell me what to do! You to your wife, I think she's calling for YOU!"
And with that said, Yamato ran outside, slammed the door closed, then jogged to his car. He was still seething and pissed off by the time he got home, and still extremely angry when he grabbed the phone in his house, dialed, and listened to his father pick up.
Hearing the tiredness but worry that the call was coming from home in his Otousan's voice made Yamato's anger evaporate. He slumped so that he was leaning on the table, and he sighed.
"Otousan, I got Yagami Hikari pregnant," he said bluntly. There was silence on the other end.
"I figured as much," came the reply at last.
"Did you know that Wonder Boy happened to get Okaasan pregnant, too? For quite a while I'm guessing, because she's showing now."
Again, silence.
"I'm surprised he didn't do it sooner."
"Otousan, how can you be so light on such a subject?"
"Let your mother deal with herself, Yamato. Wonder Boy tries, he really does."
"I hate him. He took Okaasan AND Takeru away, just like that, he had no RIGHT!"
"Did you have a right to get Miss Yagami pregnant?"
"That's different. When are you going to be home?"
"There's been a problem here, actually. I probably won't be home until around tomorrow afternoon."
"That's what I thought."
"We'll talk about it then. I take it you already told your mother?"
"And I lost my shirt in the process." He glanced down at his bare chest. "Wonder Boy ripped it off."
"Don't exaggerate, Matt. Be a good boy. Tell Takeru I love him."
"Whatever." Yamato hung up, put the phone back, and sighed, closing his eyes. He felt drained. Slowly, he sank into a chair and slumped, bringing his knees up much like he found Hikari doing a lot these days.
"Yamato?"
He jumped at the gentle voice, and looked up quickly, brushing hair out of his face as an excuse to wipe his eyes.
"Hikari-chan. I didn't know you were up."
