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Chapter Six: Funeral
Hikari
I lay on the couch, my head spinning. It had only been a day, but it seems like he's been gone forever. 24 hours is damn long. Taichi had gone to Yamato's concert, told me he wasn't taking it well either. Takeru, you're gone, gone...forever. I sighed, moping doesn't help. Wish it did. I lay there a few more minutes, my back started to hurt. I wish Gatomon were here. All the digimon...they make life so much more bareable.
The doorknob moved. I almost jumped, thinking about TK's murder doesn't help much for anything. Taichi entered the house, he looked somber. I didn't move, just lay there. "Hey Kari." my brother said, his voice was expressionless. It reminded me of Yamato the night before. Creepy.
"What happened Tai?" I asked, finally getting up from the couch. Taichi didn't answer immediatetly, he walked across the room and put his coat on the coat rack. "It's Yamato..." he began, "He's changed." I blinked, not completely understanding. "What do you mean?" I asked. Tai slumped down on the couch where I had been. "He's...all angry, worse than he'd ever been, even in the Digital World....well, you weren't there, but Matt could get pretty rough then...he..he's just changed."
I didn't know what to say, I didn't know Yamato that well. He was Takeru's brother, I saw him ocasionally, but that was about it. Thinking about Matt led to more thinking about TK. Yearning. My yearning for Takeru to be brought back...an impossible wish. I sighed, I felt helpless. I sat down. The two of us just sat there for a while, each deep in our own thoughts. I glanced at the clock, 8:49. Nothing to do, normally, I'd be talking to Takeru on the phone now...but that was not possible now. I got up and went to my room, hoping the nightmares wouldn't return.
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I lay on my bed. It was past midnight now, it was dark outside, no moon. I couldn't sleep. I hadn't been afraid of the dark since I was 9, but now...the shadows in my room played tricks on me. A pencil sticking up in a pencil holder....a knife shooting out of the ground....the hand of a doll...Takeru's cut-up hand in the hospital...I turned away.
Who had murdered Takeru? Who? Some insane, psychotic, homicidal maniac? Maybe...why TK? Were they after the rest of us as well? Maybe. Maybe not. Will this thought haunt me forever? Probably. Gatomon, I wish you were here. No, you are all in the Digiworld,...unaware of it all...you might have forgotten about us already...it's been years now.
I stared at the wall. A minute passed. Two minutes. Three. I felt my eyes get heavy. Sleep.
I was on my way to school, a bright, sunny, Friday morning. Takeru's funeral was this afternoon. I neared my school, students filling up the yard, talking. A shadow slinked in the bushes beside the sidewalk. Rustling. I stopped and looked behind me. Nothing. You're paranoid, Hikari...I started walking again. More rustling. Definately someone following me. I kept walking.
A thin, black figure jumped in front of me. I leapt backwards. The person wore a psychotic smile, his teeth were yellow, his breath smelled. His black hair was messy and stuck out in all directions. In both his hands were long daggers. Both of which had dried blood on the blade. He laughed. I took a step backwards, paralized with fear. The stranger held up on bloody knife, "Say hello to Takeru for me." and brought the blade down on me...
I sat up in bed, panting. My hair was soaked in sweat, so was pillow. At least I hadn't screamed like I had the previous night. I sighed, the dream was more realistic this time. That scared me. Last night I had been in a dark alley, it was like in the movies. This time, it was in my life, my school...and this time the person had spoken to me. I swept my hand through my hair, wet and nasty feeling. I lay back down and glanced at the clock. The neon red letters glowed: 3:21. I closed my eyes. Tired. So tired. The rest of the night was dreamless.
The following morning, I left the house with Taichi. I didn't know why, maybe it was because of the dream I had. At least today wasn't exactly like the dream. It was sunny or bright. The storm clouds had darkened and the mood was gloomy. We stopped at the High School, Tai waved goodbye to me. My school was about a block away.
I waved back to my brother, I spotted Yamato in a corner of the courtyard. He was alone, had his arms crossed and was staring at the ground. I had never seen him like that. I shook it off and kept walking. School. Didn't look forward to it. The clouds rumbled. Rain was coming once again.
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I stared at his face. His wounds had been cleaned better, his face white. Totally white. His hair was still ruffled and messy, but the dirt had been cleansed out of it. The tears I had held back all day came now. Taichi stood beside me, he did not look at Takeru, he was looking at Yamato.
I shifted my gaze to follow my brother's. Matt looked as he did this morning. Cold, stone-faced, expressionless...he scared me. I looked down again at Takeru's coffin. It looked pretty cheap, just a wooden crate. Hell, it didn't even look polished. Guess his family couldn't afford much,...I thought, what about insurance?
I felt someone creep down behind me and jerked my head backwards. No one. I shuddered, stop it Kari...you're not helping yourself by being paranoid. Someone was talking about TK. I wasn't paying attention. The guy probably didn't even know Takeru...bastards. Why couldn't someone else be the speaker guy?
Takeru's casket was closed, I was never going to see him again. I looked at everyone else. Sora was crying, Joe looked akward. So did Izzy. Mimi was talking Yamato...or trying to. Matt looked furious for some reason, he was glaring at the closed and lowering casket. Mimi was trying to calm him down by the looks of it, they were out of hearing range for me..the other side of the casket.
Yamato suddenly exploded, he shoved Mimi out of his way and run off. His parents were stunned and just stared after him. Taichi jumped and started after him, as did Sora and Mimi. Izzy and Jyou looked at each other, then followed. I decided looked at Takeru's coffin, all the way lowered in the ground where he would lay forever. I glanced back at my friends chasing Yamato. Matt was no longer in sight. I sighed, said a silent goodbye to my Takeru and lit after them..
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Chapter Six: Funeral
Hikari
I lay on the couch, my head spinning. It had only been a day, but it seems like he's been gone forever. 24 hours is damn long. Taichi had gone to Yamato's concert, told me he wasn't taking it well either. Takeru, you're gone, gone...forever. I sighed, moping doesn't help. Wish it did. I lay there a few more minutes, my back started to hurt. I wish Gatomon were here. All the digimon...they make life so much more bareable.
The doorknob moved. I almost jumped, thinking about TK's murder doesn't help much for anything. Taichi entered the house, he looked somber. I didn't move, just lay there. "Hey Kari." my brother said, his voice was expressionless. It reminded me of Yamato the night before. Creepy.
"What happened Tai?" I asked, finally getting up from the couch. Taichi didn't answer immediatetly, he walked across the room and put his coat on the coat rack. "It's Yamato..." he began, "He's changed." I blinked, not completely understanding. "What do you mean?" I asked. Tai slumped down on the couch where I had been. "He's...all angry, worse than he'd ever been, even in the Digital World....well, you weren't there, but Matt could get pretty rough then...he..he's just changed."
I didn't know what to say, I didn't know Yamato that well. He was Takeru's brother, I saw him ocasionally, but that was about it. Thinking about Matt led to more thinking about TK. Yearning. My yearning for Takeru to be brought back...an impossible wish. I sighed, I felt helpless. I sat down. The two of us just sat there for a while, each deep in our own thoughts. I glanced at the clock, 8:49. Nothing to do, normally, I'd be talking to Takeru on the phone now...but that was not possible now. I got up and went to my room, hoping the nightmares wouldn't return.
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I lay on my bed. It was past midnight now, it was dark outside, no moon. I couldn't sleep. I hadn't been afraid of the dark since I was 9, but now...the shadows in my room played tricks on me. A pencil sticking up in a pencil holder....a knife shooting out of the ground....the hand of a doll...Takeru's cut-up hand in the hospital...I turned away.
Who had murdered Takeru? Who? Some insane, psychotic, homicidal maniac? Maybe...why TK? Were they after the rest of us as well? Maybe. Maybe not. Will this thought haunt me forever? Probably. Gatomon, I wish you were here. No, you are all in the Digiworld,...unaware of it all...you might have forgotten about us already...it's been years now.
I stared at the wall. A minute passed. Two minutes. Three. I felt my eyes get heavy. Sleep.
I was on my way to school, a bright, sunny, Friday morning. Takeru's funeral was this afternoon. I neared my school, students filling up the yard, talking. A shadow slinked in the bushes beside the sidewalk. Rustling. I stopped and looked behind me. Nothing. You're paranoid, Hikari...I started walking again. More rustling. Definately someone following me. I kept walking.
A thin, black figure jumped in front of me. I leapt backwards. The person wore a psychotic smile, his teeth were yellow, his breath smelled. His black hair was messy and stuck out in all directions. In both his hands were long daggers. Both of which had dried blood on the blade. He laughed. I took a step backwards, paralized with fear. The stranger held up on bloody knife, "Say hello to Takeru for me." and brought the blade down on me...
I sat up in bed, panting. My hair was soaked in sweat, so was pillow. At least I hadn't screamed like I had the previous night. I sighed, the dream was more realistic this time. That scared me. Last night I had been in a dark alley, it was like in the movies. This time, it was in my life, my school...and this time the person had spoken to me. I swept my hand through my hair, wet and nasty feeling. I lay back down and glanced at the clock. The neon red letters glowed: 3:21. I closed my eyes. Tired. So tired. The rest of the night was dreamless.
The following morning, I left the house with Taichi. I didn't know why, maybe it was because of the dream I had. At least today wasn't exactly like the dream. It was sunny or bright. The storm clouds had darkened and the mood was gloomy. We stopped at the High School, Tai waved goodbye to me. My school was about a block away.
I waved back to my brother, I spotted Yamato in a corner of the courtyard. He was alone, had his arms crossed and was staring at the ground. I had never seen him like that. I shook it off and kept walking. School. Didn't look forward to it. The clouds rumbled. Rain was coming once again.
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I stared at his face. His wounds had been cleaned better, his face white. Totally white. His hair was still ruffled and messy, but the dirt had been cleansed out of it. The tears I had held back all day came now. Taichi stood beside me, he did not look at Takeru, he was looking at Yamato.
I shifted my gaze to follow my brother's. Matt looked as he did this morning. Cold, stone-faced, expressionless...he scared me. I looked down again at Takeru's coffin. It looked pretty cheap, just a wooden crate. Hell, it didn't even look polished. Guess his family couldn't afford much,...I thought, what about insurance?
I felt someone creep down behind me and jerked my head backwards. No one. I shuddered, stop it Kari...you're not helping yourself by being paranoid. Someone was talking about TK. I wasn't paying attention. The guy probably didn't even know Takeru...bastards. Why couldn't someone else be the speaker guy?
Takeru's casket was closed, I was never going to see him again. I looked at everyone else. Sora was crying, Joe looked akward. So did Izzy. Mimi was talking Yamato...or trying to. Matt looked furious for some reason, he was glaring at the closed and lowering casket. Mimi was trying to calm him down by the looks of it, they were out of hearing range for me..the other side of the casket.
Yamato suddenly exploded, he shoved Mimi out of his way and run off. His parents were stunned and just stared after him. Taichi jumped and started after him, as did Sora and Mimi. Izzy and Jyou looked at each other, then followed. I decided looked at Takeru's coffin, all the way lowered in the ground where he would lay forever. I glanced back at my friends chasing Yamato. Matt was no longer in sight. I sighed, said a silent goodbye to my Takeru and lit after them..
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