Author's Note: I wouldn't really say this is my absolute first Digimon fic, because it's not. I have a strange history with the TV show, both the Japanese and English version. In fact-- I was the biggest fan in the world, and then got hypnotized by a certain movie… and never watched the show again. But, I'm back to grace you with my presence! Don't ya just love me?! (people can be seen fleeing) …I see how you stay…
Unnecessary Disclaimer: I don't know why I even bother with this stuff. I mean, you know I don't own Digimon or anything closely affiliated with it. So why must I bother saying it so many times?
MINOR notes: I'm using the Japanese names. Why? Because I can. I'm also mixing in a few of the 02 characters, for reference and maybe some references to other characters. Why? Because I can. Also, because if I just used plain Frontier people, Izumi would have no friends that were girls. Odd, isn't it? So… I think that's about all you have to know-- OH! This is a Takumi fic, btw. It ends up that way, no matter what you seem to think. It's also slightly AU. They're in high school. I don't know where they live, but I used Odaiba because it was the first thing within reach =) And… I made up Takuya's family for the fun of it.
It Might Be You
Chapter 4
Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
"…I-Izumi?" he whispered, quietly. The crying continued. "…God! Shut up!" he yelled, and suddenly, the crying stopped. People outside continued to listen. Izumi pushed back one of the bathroom stall doors. She was sitting on the floor, curled up, and crying. She wiped her tears away quickly, and got up from the tiled floor. "…what happened?" Takuya asked, softly. Wait… why do I care? Obviously, Takuya wasn't listening to himself. As his head continued to argue with… his head, he didn't leave, or say it out loud. He stayed and listened. Willingly.
"It's hard to explain," she whispered, groggily. She hopped up on the counter by the sinks and mirrors, but said nothing more.
"…does this have anything to do with Koji?" Takuya asked, slowly. Izumi grumbled and then jumped down off the counter, angrily. Takuya said nothing.
"Don't you ever mention his name again…" she snapped, quietly. He nodded, feeling a sudden fear around her. "I don't wanna talk about him…" she mumbled, crossing her arms.
"So if you didn't wanna talk to me, what the hell do you want me for anyway?" he asked. "Don't tell me something lame like, you were probably lonely without me."
"…well," she sighed. "It's confusing. I need someone to talk to, but I don't wanna talk about it."
"…I'm not gonna sit here and watch you cry and then bitch about your life and 'the-bastard-that-can't-be-named'. I have a life too, believe it or not."
"I knew that, and considering you're so built up on yourself, you never ever care about what's going on with other people," she told him, edgily. "Bastard… but that's what I like about you… now sit, and shut up."
"I'd rather stand."
"I don't care," she sighed, hopping back on the counter. "…sometimes, you can be so unnecessarily difficult. I mean, this is seriously not the time," she grumbled, angrily.
"You know," Takuya began, obviously not phased by her anger. "I can't believe you still had the guts to punch the hell out of my arm, but you can't seem to convince yourself that Koji is not God."
"…that's not the point, Takuya."
"Who cares if it's not. You're acting like, as soon as he hates you, you'll die." He told her, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. She flashed him a confused look. "It's true. I understand that preppy girls might be angry because some guy doesn't like you, and a whole bunch of crap like that-"
"Excuse me?" she asked, annoyed.
"-but considering you're not one of them, I have no idea why it bothers you so much that this 'bastard-that-can't-be-named' was with his ex, or whatever happened."
Izumi didn't speak for awhile. Her eyes shifted casually around the room, and her temper dropped. "…you don't hate me." Takuya flinched, annoyed, but Izumi continued. "You don't think I'm preppy, either?"
"Why do you automatically think that I had some kind of bad image of you?" he asked.
"Because I heard you saying-"
"Okay, I get it," he interrupted, quickly. "Spring the facts on me, why don't you? …again."
"…it's strange," she said, slowly. "…He makes me cry all the time, and I loved him a lot. …but then you always make me smile, and I… have no opinion on you whatsoever." She sniffed, staring down at the tiles. "You're really sweet."
"…hmm," he shrugged, in acknowledgement. Neither of them spoke for the while. Izumi looked like she was gonna cry again, and Takuya kept looking at the clock that was conveniently located on the wall above her head. And then it occurred to him. Takuya. You're in the girls' bathroom. …whoa. "Um," he spoke up, softly. "I'm gonna leave. Hope everything goes well with you and Koji." He said, quickly before heading towards the door.
Before he could touch the handle of the door, Izumi broke out in tears again. He sighed, semi-angrily and semi-annoyed. He turned around to look at her, "What's wrong now? Besides the obvious?"
"AAH!" she screamed, shaking her head. She then shot Takuya a fiery look, and snapped at him, "I told you to never, ever mention his name again!!"
"God," Takuya sighed, tiredly. "Sorry, okay?"
"I hate him so much…" she rambled, ignoring Takuya completely. "Me and him were so close… and I hate to think all those kisses were for nothing. I'm really, really confused-- Takuya," she looked up, just as he grasped the door handle again. "…where are you going? I'm not done talking to you yet." She said, piercingly.
"Izumi," he began, still keeping his hand on the handle. "There is nothing else to talk about. It's clear you hate this guy, and it's also really clear that I don't care." He nodded.
"…you never care." Izumi said. "…luckily for you, I don't care that you don't care." She hopped off the counter, and walked over to him. "If I do break up with the bastard-"
"Not again," he sighed, letting go of the door handle and leaning against the door instead.
"-what do you think that'll do for my reputation?" Izumi asked, slowly. "Will it strengthen my popularity status?"
"More like your ego than anything."
"Takuya,"
"Why don't you ever want me to tell you the truth?"
"Takuya!"
"Sorry," he sighed. "Tell me when you're done asking questions so I can leave. Mr. Toshiba went to find the principal, and if he comes back, I don't think he'll expect to find a guy in the girls' bathroom."
"…maybe I should ask Hikari." Izumi began. "She always knows these things."
"Why didn't you ask her to begin with?" he mumbled.
"You're so full of yourself," she scoffed, absently. Her eyes began to wander again. They landed upon his arm, folded delicately in his other. And then she remembered. "…so, how's your arm?"
"…my arm?" he repeated slowly. Oh yeah. "…it's fine." he lied, nodding convincingly.
Izumi flashed him a "whatever" look, but said nothing. She continued to stare at the ground, and never spoke. He continued to stare blankly ahead of him, arms crossed, not speaking.
"What do you think they're doing in there?" Hikari asked, popping another chip into her mouth. She leaned her ear against the door. It was deafeningly quiet, for once. "The screaming stopped."
"Hmm," Daisuke shrugged, absently. "They're probably making out or something."
"Daisuke, you're so wrong," JP sighed, shaking his head. The crowd didn't seem to phase-- they'd all been hanging around the door. Mr. Toshiba hadn't come back yet.
"You're right," he added. "Knowing Takuya… they probably aren't. But I know I would be."
"You're sick," Hikari said, grabbing the chip bag from him. "…is this the last one?" she asked, noticing the bag was finished. He shrugged, and began to search his pockets. "I'm going crazy!" she said, edgily.
"You can go in, you know," JP nodded. "You're a girl, and this is the girls bathroom."
"Yeah, but what if they are making out?" Hikari asked, thoughtfully. "…I mean, seriously. Izumi would, she's just like that. How did you guys think she met Koji?" she asked.
"…correction." JP began, slowly. "You guys are both sick."
******
"I wanna leave now-"
"Forget it," Izumi told him, testily. "Oh, and then, he bought me this really nice necklace thing… do you think he would've bought the same one for Ruki?" she asked, spirits dropping. "… do you?" she nudged Takuya in the shoulder when he didn't answer.
"Don't care."
"I think he probably did," Izumi sighed, ignoring what he said. "…I really wanna believe he still loves me, not Ruki. …but it's hard to believe something that might not be true."
"Interesting."
"What do you think?" she asked him, uncalled for. He was confused too. "…well?"
"I think…" he began slowly. "…that ear plugs would be great right about now."
"…you bastard." She whispered, at a loss for words.
"Well, you said you wanted to know what I was thinking, right?" he asked. "Right?" he asked again, noticing her blank stares. She didn't reply. "Oh come on, you can't take me that seriously." He shrugged. "It's not right."
"…no- wait… shut up," she began, shaking her head slightly. Then she smiled, "You're confusing me. I didn't mean that in a bad way."
"Oh really?" he asked, confused. "Last person I called a bastard, I really hated them."
"No, but listen," she sighed. "You were right about everything. …I shouldn't take anything that seriously. And if I wanna break up with Koji, it's my problem." She sniffed slightly at mentioning his name again. "And I know you don't care, and I'm really sorry for bothering you with all of my problems." She reached over and gave him a quick hug. He didn't move at all. "Say something."
"…like what?" he asked, slowly.
"Hmm," she mumbled, looking at him strangely. Takuya noticed the same look from the evening before when they were walking down the street… strangely hungry eyes. That's still not right, he told himself, but still said nothing aloud. "…fine. Don't say anything." She whispered, leaning closer to him. She delicately pressed her lips against his…
******
"It's been 25 minutes!!" Hikari whined, tiredly. She checked her watch again. "…26! Where is she-- I'm getting desperate…"
"…we know." Ken muttered, noticing she was clinging onto Daisuke with her head buried in his chest.
"Shut up," they both muttered. Ken said nothing.
"Ugh, I'm hungry," JP complained, rubbing his stomach, mercilessly. "I need a… sandwich with chicken and teriyaki sauce, with freshly roasted ham sliced with a thin, yet warm butcher knife, with pieces of lettuce, crisp and green… and freshly baked whole wheat bread, thickly sliced decked with sesame seeds…" he sighed.
"…God, JP," Ken muttered, looking at him oddly.
"I need water."
"27 minutes." Hikari added, with a sigh. "Maybe they are making out."
"Probably." Daisuke shrugged. "…haven't heard any talking for the past… 20 minutes."
"27."
"Whatever."
Suddenly, the door swung open. The crowd of people who were now sitting in the hallway and lounging on the floors, managed to look up or sit up. Izumi walked out first, fixing her hair which was oddly tangled. Then, Takuya walked out, positioning his goggles on his head properly. No one spoke.
"…God," Hikari muttered, slowly, but with a hint of jealousy. "…you guys were making out, weren't you?" she whispered to Izumi.
"Why are you hugging Daisuke?" Izumi asked, completely changing the subject. "So much for me having a thing for him."
"…um…" she muttered, letting go of him quickly. She looked up at him and smiled, "Thanks, bye." She waved, before she and Izumi took off down the hallway.
"So what did happen?" Ken asked, slowly.
"Oh…" he muttered, noticing his lips felt glossier than usual. Crap. He brought up the bottom of his shirt and began wiping away at his lips, rapidly. They stared at him oddly. "Hmm, um… nothing special."
"Please," Daisuke shrugged. "You expect me to believe that?"
"…yeah."
"We spent the whole day standing outside a bathroom door," JP nodded. "School would be over in another… 5 or 10 minutes, at the least."
"…was it really that long?" he asked, slowly. They flashed odd grins at him, but didn't reply.
******
"Best friends tell other best friends stuff," Daisuke said, ripping open another bag of chips as he and Takuya headed off down the street to their apartment buildings. Takuya still didn't wanna talk about what happened… or what could've happened. Or, basically, what happened. Daisuke refused to believe Takuya when he explained his lips were always that shiny. Daisuke also noticed his goggles were on wrong. "What's going on with you and Izumi anyway? Hikari said it'd been 27 minutes, but I know she was slowly letting the time slip… the bell rang for 4th period classes… and the last bell would've been the end of school. That was like… a really long time,"
"You're exaggerating," Takuya said, deftly.
"How come you can't just tell me?" he asked. "I'd probably tell Ken or someone, but that's about it."
"You wouldn't tell JP, though," Takuya sighed. "That me and Izumi were making out, because he'd kill me." Daisuke's eyes lit up gradually, but surely. I knew this would happen.
"You guys were…" Daisuke stuttered. "Seriously?"
"I knew it!" Hikari grinned to herself, as she and Izumi walked home that day. Hikari's eyes were strangely menacing as she laughed to herself in a possessive way.
"I shouldn't have told you," Izumi said, doubtfully. "You're never gonna let me live through this."
"Oh yes, I will," Hikari nodded, still smiling. "What kind of friend do you think I am? I won't tell anyone, if that's what you want."
"I don't want anyone to know." Izumi said, quietly, her arms crossed across her chest as she walked. "That would seriously ruin my life."
"So when are you gonna break up with Koji?" Hikari asked, as if she'd just remembered. Izumi looked at her, puzzled. "Don't tell me," Hikari continued. "That you plan on going out with Takuya and not breaking up with Koji."
"Who said I was going out with Takuya?"
"…well, you didn't have to say anything." Hikari shrugged.
"While you're at it," Izumi muttered, slowly. "And since you said you weren't gonna tell anyone… you mind if I tell you something else?"
"Sure,"
"…I think," she began, hesitantly and incredibly slowly. Hikari prodded her to go on, but she still continued, incredibly slowly, "…I think… I-- no… I think he's pretty okay."
"Isn't that what you said about Koji?"
"Yeah, but Takuya's different," she said, smiling to herself. Hikari noticed, but said nothing. "I mean, I only liked Koji because I thought he was a really good kisser, and we never really got to talk and…" she stopped herself before she went on and on about everything she'd never told anyone. Not ever.
"…and?" Hikari asked. "…and?"
"…and what's with you and Daisuke?" Izumi asked, suddenly, a smile appearing. Hikari paused for awhile. Izumi could tell she was searching for words. Any words. "You were hugging him."
"I was not," Hikari protested. She didn't seem to have much to say about it.
"If your date with Takeru didn't go well," Izumi began. "Then you should ask Daisuke out."
"Please," Hikari sighed. "He probably wouldn't wanna go out with me." Izumi flashed her a quick smile. "Um," Hikari gasped. "I mean… not that I would ask him… just…"
"Just what?" Takuya asked. Daisuke didn't reply; he continued stuffing his mouth with chips. "…I'm serious, Daisuke. You told me in grade 6 that you never wanted to go to school again."
"Takuya-"
"And then I told you Hikari was gonna be in our class… and, you never ever stayed home again." Takuya laughed, slightly. Daisuke flashed him and odd look. "Come on, we both know she's the only reason you still go to school. You're not really interested in being a… um, whatever you said you wanted to be in guidance class in 7th grade."
"…you're probably right." Daisuke shrugged. "…but- wait… you're just trying to get me off this whole topic with you and Izumi."
"…says who?"
"Oh, shut up," he grinned. "You probably like her and you won't tell me."
"She's okay."
"He's okay, I told you," Izumi shrugged, trying to not expand on the subject.
"So you don't hate him?" Hikari asked, slowly. Izumi shook her head.
"She still thinks I hate her, and it's driving me crazy…" Takuya mumbled, shaking his head.
"You better hope she breaks up with Koji soon," Daisuke nodded. "People would automatically assume things… rumors can start from anything. And unless you start wearing lip gloss to school, people are gonna know." He smirked.
"God, you're right," Takuya muttered. "…why does my life suck so much?" he asked himself.
"Oh my God, he is so cute!"
"Who're you talking about?"
"Takuya-- he's so hot."
"He's my brother, don't tell me that kind of stuff about him. It's sickening."
"Only because you're practically in love with Daisuke. Believe me-- if you were in my position, you'd love Takuya too…"
"Daisuke is so hot. I wish I could rip off his clothes…"
The both of them sighed, dreamily.
"…what the hell?" Daisuke muttered. He and Takuya turned around slowly. Tayumi and her friend Megumi were standing on the sidewalk, practically gazing at the both of them. "…it's your sister again."
"Not now," Takuya shook his head.
"She's really scary."
"I know."
"Hmm," Tayumi sighed. Her eyes came back to focus, after a brief fantasy of her and Daisuke. She noticed, up ahead, someone who looked strangely like Takuya and someone who looked exactly like Daisuke were looking at them oddly. It soon came to her, that they weren't look-alikes. "Oh… Megumi-" she poked her in her shoulder. "I think they heard us."
"What?" Megumi mumbled. "…ah! I think he's looking at me." She grinned to herself, completely overreacting.
"You don't get it, do you?"
"What?"
"…I'm in trouble."
*****
That's the end of part 4… pleez review if you liked it! :) Oh, and… hmmzies… I can't seem to think straight. G-bye for now. Chapter 5 will be out soon…
