"What now?" Yamato asked me quietly as he ran his hand up and down my back.
"I don't know." I said softly. I wasn't really paying attention to us, to him. I wasn't really thinking. I was just...letting my mind wander. Thinking about things. Nothing in general. I didn't really want to think about the situation at hand. I kind of just wanted to let things go with le flow. But I knew that wasn't going to happen.
C'mon. Girl dates best friend, best friend cheats, girl dates best friend's brother.
Not the easiest situation to overcome.
And what would Takeru think? Say? What if he truly was sorry and wanted me back? Would I take him back? I would like to think I wouldn't, but I was attracted to him for some time, and my hormones could get the better of me.
And how do I really feel towards Matt? I don't think I love him, but what if I do? But I don't.
I just need some time.
"I'm going to miss you so much when you leave." I sighed as I held onto Yamato tighter.
"You can come with me, Hika." Yamato said.
"Matt...I don't what to go over this again..." I groaned.
"We can get a place of our own, Kar." Yamato said.
"Can't you stay here?" I whimpered.
"I've got the band, Kari. You know I can't."
I sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed, my back turned to him.
"Then why even do this. Why go through this again when we know it's not going to work out." I sighed.
"We can make it work, Hika." Yamato said. I felt him coming closer to me, and he wrapped his arms around me and placed his chin on my shoulder.
"We can travel back and forth on weekends and during holidays and-"
"It won't work. It just isn't going work..." I mumbled. I turned my face and leaned my head against his cheek.
"There's got to be a way." Matt sighed. He lifted his head up and gave me a small kiss on the forehead.
"I wish there was." I sighed. I felt a tug on the back of my shirt, and I turned around.
"C'mon, you need to sleep." Yamato said. I sighed, and laid down next to him.
"Are we going to be ok, Matt?" I asked worriedly.
"That depends on us."
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Everything seemed to be flying. Flying and laughing. The trees were laughing, the sky was laughing, the ants were laughing. The hills were laughing. And I could fly. My spirit could fly. I could fly into heaven. And heaven into me.
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BANG
"What was that?" I groaned as I sat up on the bed.
BANG
"Mmph..."
BANG
"Kari, what's going on?" Yamato asked wearily as he sat up next to me.
"I don't know. Stay here, I'll be right back." I whispered. I got up off the bed and crept over to the kitchen and pulled out a knife, just in case, and tiptoed over to the door.
BANG
"Who's there?" I asked cautiously.
"Let me in, Hikari." a familiar voice said from the other side of the door. I opened it, and there stood the one person I never wanted to see again. The one person who shouldn't be near me when I had a knife in my hand.
Takeru.
"What are you doing here?" I said sharply.
"To see you! I've been worried sick!" Takeru exclaimed.
"For some reason, I don't believe that." I said, my voice as cold as ice.
"Kari, let me explain-" Takeru started, but stopped talking abruptly. I stared at him for a second, and realized that he wasn't looking at me any longer, but over my shoulder. I turned around, and Yamato was standing there.
"What are you doing here?" Takeru asked, quietly yet enviously.
"I came to see Kari, make sure she was ok. What are you doing here is a better question." Yamato said with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
"Wait, you came and saw Kari and didn't tell anybody?" Takeru asked.
"Yeah, I did." Matt replied.
"But you and Kari aren't even friends, why would you-" Takeru began, but his voice started to trail off.
"What do you want, Takeru." I asked sharply, trying to avoid a brotherly quarrel. Takeru shifted his vision back to me.
"I came to take you home."
"I am home." I said.
"What are you talking about?" Takeru asked.
"I live here, Takaishi. I'm not going back to Odaiba."
"You have to, Hika. Your dad is-"
"Don't you ever call me Hika." I said through my teeth.
"What's wrong with you, Kari? Why aren't you acting like yourself?" Takeru asked me.
"Oh Takeru. Your stupidity never ceases to amaze me." I chuckled.
"What the hell is going on?" Takeru asked impatiently.
"I tell you what the hell is going on! You're a sick, cheating, disgusting, filthy piece of crap!" I bellowed. "Do you honestly think I would go any where with you after what you did to me?!"
"Kari, listen, about that, it was an accident! I just invited her over to hang out and it happened! I didn't really mean to do anything, I just got caught up in the moment!" Takeru said to nervously. I could feel Yamato start to tense up. The blood rushing fiercely through his veins.
"That's a lie you son of a bitch!" Yamato bellowed. He ran up to Takeru and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall.
"Who the hell do you think you are, pulling some sick shit like that!" he screamed into his younger brother's face.
"Who the hell do YOU think you are? What's gotten into you?!" Takeru screamed back.
"You are such a sick bastard, Takeru." Yamato whispered into Takeru's face. I shivered. His voice sounded so cold.
"Yama, let him go." I said quietly. Matt continued to stare at Takeru, but let him go. Takeru fixed his collar, then looked at me.
"Your dad sent me to come get you. You have to go back to Odaiba." he instructed.
"I'm not leaving." I said.
"Kari..." Takeru started, but Yamato interrupted.
"We should go, Hika. If worse comes to worse, we can always come back." Yamato told me. I looked into his eyes for reassurance, and nodded.
"Ok." I whispered. "But I'm going to ride with Matt in his car."
"But-"
"Take it or leave it, Takaishi." I said sharply.
"Fine." Takeru replied crossly. I looked at Matt and threw him my cell phone.
"Call Lance and tell him that I won't be home the rest of the day and Gatomon will have to stay an extra night."
Matt nodded.
I went into my room and changed out of my pajamas and into a pair of jeans and a white tank top with a sequin butterfly in the center. I brushed my hair, and put it up in a ponytail. I grabbed my wallet from the dresser, stuck it in my back pocket, and followed the brothers outside. I was sitting in the car, flipping through the stations while Matt and TK continued to argue. Yamato finally got into the driver seat and gave me a quick kiss.
"What was that for?" I asked when he pulled away.
"Just because." he replied blankly. He seemed entirely disturbed, and unwilling to share anything with me. I turned away, and could feel this little ball of anger inside of me. I don't know where it came from, but I could tell it wasn't planning on going any where any time soon.
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"You ready?" Matt asked me softly. I nodded, and stepped out of the car, and followed Takeru into the apartment building, Yamato not far behind me. The closer I got to the apartment room, the hotter I became. I could feel my sweat escaping my skin, running down my back. Takeru opened up the door and stepped in, and I got this rush of intensity coming from the living quarters. I hesitated, but felt Matt's comforting hand rest upon my shoulder. I looked up at him, he gave me a small kiss on the forehead, and I exhaled heavily.
Left foot forward, right foot following. Left, right. Left, right.
And I saw them all. Taichi was in my parents home, not flinching. My mother, her eyes weren't bloodshot, and my father. He wasn't talking. These aren't my family members.
"Tai?" I whispered. He looked so pale, so empty of feeling. I walked up to him knelt in front of him. He wouldn't open his eyes. I put my hand on his face. He was so cold.
"Tai..." I croaked. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at me.
"I thought you were dead." he said quietly.
"What?" I chuckled fearfully.
"We weren't sure if you were alive." my mother said from the couch.
"What were you thinking?" my dad asked me.
"I just needed to get away." I answered slowly. And then it went quiet. No one talked, no one breathed.
And they I heard sobs. I looked up, and my mom was crying. I walked over to her and opened my arms up to embrace her, but she pulled away. My own mother pulled away from me. I felt scared, torn apart. The ball of anger I had felt towards Yamato before turned into a ball of fear, and I felt like it exploded inside my chest. I backed up from mom, and looked at Taichi and my father. Their eyes said the same.
My family disowned me.
I turned away and left the apartment. I didn't go to Matt's car, though. I didn't go to a bus stop. I ran. Further than my legs were able to take me. I could feel my muscles tearing apart, waiting for the perfect moment to let me collapse. My heart pounding so wildly that it was about to shut down.
But I didn't care. I couldn't care. I would kill if I cared.
I stopped abruptly at this part of town known for it's dirty, prostitute-filled streets. and I collapsed. Little did I know, at that moment, I didn't collapse from running.
But from a bullet.
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I kept flying higher and higher, unable to look down, for fear of being depressed. Everything was amazing. I had wings made of feathers and clouds, and my skin was as soft as kittens. Everything was full of joy. I could feel the world within my veins, traveling through me. I felt like the universe.
And I started to fall rapidly, my wings disappearing as I fell. I dropped through a canyon, into an ocean of whirlpools and screams of death.
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It's short, I know, but I wanted to continue the story in another chapter.
"I don't know." I said softly. I wasn't really paying attention to us, to him. I wasn't really thinking. I was just...letting my mind wander. Thinking about things. Nothing in general. I didn't really want to think about the situation at hand. I kind of just wanted to let things go with le flow. But I knew that wasn't going to happen.
C'mon. Girl dates best friend, best friend cheats, girl dates best friend's brother.
Not the easiest situation to overcome.
And what would Takeru think? Say? What if he truly was sorry and wanted me back? Would I take him back? I would like to think I wouldn't, but I was attracted to him for some time, and my hormones could get the better of me.
And how do I really feel towards Matt? I don't think I love him, but what if I do? But I don't.
I just need some time.
"I'm going to miss you so much when you leave." I sighed as I held onto Yamato tighter.
"You can come with me, Hika." Yamato said.
"Matt...I don't what to go over this again..." I groaned.
"We can get a place of our own, Kar." Yamato said.
"Can't you stay here?" I whimpered.
"I've got the band, Kari. You know I can't."
I sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed, my back turned to him.
"Then why even do this. Why go through this again when we know it's not going to work out." I sighed.
"We can make it work, Hika." Yamato said. I felt him coming closer to me, and he wrapped his arms around me and placed his chin on my shoulder.
"We can travel back and forth on weekends and during holidays and-"
"It won't work. It just isn't going work..." I mumbled. I turned my face and leaned my head against his cheek.
"There's got to be a way." Matt sighed. He lifted his head up and gave me a small kiss on the forehead.
"I wish there was." I sighed. I felt a tug on the back of my shirt, and I turned around.
"C'mon, you need to sleep." Yamato said. I sighed, and laid down next to him.
"Are we going to be ok, Matt?" I asked worriedly.
"That depends on us."
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Everything seemed to be flying. Flying and laughing. The trees were laughing, the sky was laughing, the ants were laughing. The hills were laughing. And I could fly. My spirit could fly. I could fly into heaven. And heaven into me.
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BANG
"What was that?" I groaned as I sat up on the bed.
BANG
"Mmph..."
BANG
"Kari, what's going on?" Yamato asked wearily as he sat up next to me.
"I don't know. Stay here, I'll be right back." I whispered. I got up off the bed and crept over to the kitchen and pulled out a knife, just in case, and tiptoed over to the door.
BANG
"Who's there?" I asked cautiously.
"Let me in, Hikari." a familiar voice said from the other side of the door. I opened it, and there stood the one person I never wanted to see again. The one person who shouldn't be near me when I had a knife in my hand.
Takeru.
"What are you doing here?" I said sharply.
"To see you! I've been worried sick!" Takeru exclaimed.
"For some reason, I don't believe that." I said, my voice as cold as ice.
"Kari, let me explain-" Takeru started, but stopped talking abruptly. I stared at him for a second, and realized that he wasn't looking at me any longer, but over my shoulder. I turned around, and Yamato was standing there.
"What are you doing here?" Takeru asked, quietly yet enviously.
"I came to see Kari, make sure she was ok. What are you doing here is a better question." Yamato said with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
"Wait, you came and saw Kari and didn't tell anybody?" Takeru asked.
"Yeah, I did." Matt replied.
"But you and Kari aren't even friends, why would you-" Takeru began, but his voice started to trail off.
"What do you want, Takeru." I asked sharply, trying to avoid a brotherly quarrel. Takeru shifted his vision back to me.
"I came to take you home."
"I am home." I said.
"What are you talking about?" Takeru asked.
"I live here, Takaishi. I'm not going back to Odaiba."
"You have to, Hika. Your dad is-"
"Don't you ever call me Hika." I said through my teeth.
"What's wrong with you, Kari? Why aren't you acting like yourself?" Takeru asked me.
"Oh Takeru. Your stupidity never ceases to amaze me." I chuckled.
"What the hell is going on?" Takeru asked impatiently.
"I tell you what the hell is going on! You're a sick, cheating, disgusting, filthy piece of crap!" I bellowed. "Do you honestly think I would go any where with you after what you did to me?!"
"Kari, listen, about that, it was an accident! I just invited her over to hang out and it happened! I didn't really mean to do anything, I just got caught up in the moment!" Takeru said to nervously. I could feel Yamato start to tense up. The blood rushing fiercely through his veins.
"That's a lie you son of a bitch!" Yamato bellowed. He ran up to Takeru and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall.
"Who the hell do you think you are, pulling some sick shit like that!" he screamed into his younger brother's face.
"Who the hell do YOU think you are? What's gotten into you?!" Takeru screamed back.
"You are such a sick bastard, Takeru." Yamato whispered into Takeru's face. I shivered. His voice sounded so cold.
"Yama, let him go." I said quietly. Matt continued to stare at Takeru, but let him go. Takeru fixed his collar, then looked at me.
"Your dad sent me to come get you. You have to go back to Odaiba." he instructed.
"I'm not leaving." I said.
"Kari..." Takeru started, but Yamato interrupted.
"We should go, Hika. If worse comes to worse, we can always come back." Yamato told me. I looked into his eyes for reassurance, and nodded.
"Ok." I whispered. "But I'm going to ride with Matt in his car."
"But-"
"Take it or leave it, Takaishi." I said sharply.
"Fine." Takeru replied crossly. I looked at Matt and threw him my cell phone.
"Call Lance and tell him that I won't be home the rest of the day and Gatomon will have to stay an extra night."
Matt nodded.
I went into my room and changed out of my pajamas and into a pair of jeans and a white tank top with a sequin butterfly in the center. I brushed my hair, and put it up in a ponytail. I grabbed my wallet from the dresser, stuck it in my back pocket, and followed the brothers outside. I was sitting in the car, flipping through the stations while Matt and TK continued to argue. Yamato finally got into the driver seat and gave me a quick kiss.
"What was that for?" I asked when he pulled away.
"Just because." he replied blankly. He seemed entirely disturbed, and unwilling to share anything with me. I turned away, and could feel this little ball of anger inside of me. I don't know where it came from, but I could tell it wasn't planning on going any where any time soon.
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"You ready?" Matt asked me softly. I nodded, and stepped out of the car, and followed Takeru into the apartment building, Yamato not far behind me. The closer I got to the apartment room, the hotter I became. I could feel my sweat escaping my skin, running down my back. Takeru opened up the door and stepped in, and I got this rush of intensity coming from the living quarters. I hesitated, but felt Matt's comforting hand rest upon my shoulder. I looked up at him, he gave me a small kiss on the forehead, and I exhaled heavily.
Left foot forward, right foot following. Left, right. Left, right.
And I saw them all. Taichi was in my parents home, not flinching. My mother, her eyes weren't bloodshot, and my father. He wasn't talking. These aren't my family members.
"Tai?" I whispered. He looked so pale, so empty of feeling. I walked up to him knelt in front of him. He wouldn't open his eyes. I put my hand on his face. He was so cold.
"Tai..." I croaked. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at me.
"I thought you were dead." he said quietly.
"What?" I chuckled fearfully.
"We weren't sure if you were alive." my mother said from the couch.
"What were you thinking?" my dad asked me.
"I just needed to get away." I answered slowly. And then it went quiet. No one talked, no one breathed.
And they I heard sobs. I looked up, and my mom was crying. I walked over to her and opened my arms up to embrace her, but she pulled away. My own mother pulled away from me. I felt scared, torn apart. The ball of anger I had felt towards Yamato before turned into a ball of fear, and I felt like it exploded inside my chest. I backed up from mom, and looked at Taichi and my father. Their eyes said the same.
My family disowned me.
I turned away and left the apartment. I didn't go to Matt's car, though. I didn't go to a bus stop. I ran. Further than my legs were able to take me. I could feel my muscles tearing apart, waiting for the perfect moment to let me collapse. My heart pounding so wildly that it was about to shut down.
But I didn't care. I couldn't care. I would kill if I cared.
I stopped abruptly at this part of town known for it's dirty, prostitute-filled streets. and I collapsed. Little did I know, at that moment, I didn't collapse from running.
But from a bullet.
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I kept flying higher and higher, unable to look down, for fear of being depressed. Everything was amazing. I had wings made of feathers and clouds, and my skin was as soft as kittens. Everything was full of joy. I could feel the world within my veins, traveling through me. I felt like the universe.
And I started to fall rapidly, my wings disappearing as I fell. I dropped through a canyon, into an ocean of whirlpools and screams of death.
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It's short, I know, but I wanted to continue the story in another chapter.