A/N: Hello, moto! Wow. I so totally broke my promise on two to three months. It's been skool, really. I've never really had any time to write, but now I do, because I love you all so much!! ((Plus I'm taking a Keyboarding class, and it has been going so very slowly... I suck at it... (sniffle) )) I mostly wanted to say thank you, all of you, for reviewing this! I actually thought I was a bit, shall we say, sappy in the last chap? Oh well. I hope it was still good. Well, in this chap Tk and Kari are, no doubt, no longer Tk and Kari. ((rolls eyes)) No brainer, I know. From here on they will be known as Kyle and Angel. But, unfortunately, there will be no kissing for the two teens—
(Karimon suddenly runs and dodges knives and scary things being thrown by Takari lovers)
(ahEm) As I was saying, there will be no kissing for the two teens YET. (Looks to see everyone calm down) Actually... ((blink)) ((blink)) I don't' know if I'll have them kiss at all. It almost always happens in Takehika stories, so I'll have Kyle kiss someone else—
(Karimon is suddenly knocked out cold by her large 7-foot squeaky hammer Joe Bob, held by her beloved muses)
Zidane: Well, THAT worked.
Sora: Do you think we went to hard?
Testament: It doesn't matter. She was being foolish, so we have to pick up from there. Sorry for the idiocy. Kyle and Angel will kiss and whatnot. Pay no heed in her imprudent words. She is nothing. Nothing, I tell you! Together with my spiffy crow helper-wife-thing and my super powered kilt we will take over this story and the world!! (strikes pose and pretty fireworks shoot out in the distance)
Sora and Zidane: Oooooooh.....
Sora: Anyways, she apologizes if any characters were a bit out of... um... character. ((shrugs))
Zidane: She also wants to point out that she hates high skool, she's tired, grumpy, she wants to be a 3rd grader again, is sore, hates life, cried three days on the first week of skool, still isn't used to the 'go to bed late from homework, get up early for skool' schedule, and feels fantabulicious! ((Cheezy grin))
Karimon: Ooooh.....my noggin....
(Muses look over, surprised that she had recovered so quickly)
Zidane: Uh oh...
Sora: We gotta split before we're stomped!
Testament: She can't do anything to us. Don't worry.
(Sora and Zidane give him the 'what the freak?!' kind of look. He merely smiles)
Testament: Trust me. She couldn't do anything to us even if she tried. (looking at their looks made him smile wider) Just wait. 3... 2... 1...
(Karimon appears behind Testament, hammer in hand) (Takes a big swing)
Karimon: Alright, you little snot. Time for some squeaky ti—
(Testament just looks at her and she drops the hammer)
Karimon: Can't..... resist..... too..... kawaii..... AAAAH!!!!!! (cuddles Testament like a new teddy bear. He looks over at Sora and Zidane and smirks)
Testament: Told you so.
Sora: She also wants to say that any clothing design thingies said in this fic ((Ambercrombie, Areopostale, Ecko Unltd, Hot Topic, etc)), she doesn't own it ((and some don't plan to)) and is sorry if she offends people who like or don't like it because personally she does not or really, really does. ((Does that confuse some of you? I think I confused myself...)) She doesn't mean to make fun of some clothes in any way. She just personally doesn't wear it for certain reasons. She holds no grudge towards people who do wear it (('cept a certain few at her skool)) and hopes you understand this. She also wants to point out that she will be making one of the two ((Angel or Kyle)) of them's life a living heck, so don't get mad. Get Stabby. ((Shakes head)) Don't' ask... I'm only a muse. Anyways, we've dawdled and...... 'cuddled' too long, so on with the fic!
Chapter Four—Popularity
Angel's POV
Three weeks.
It has been three weeks since we've been change. And, to be truthful......
It sucks.
Like whoa major. I mean, come on! I'm a freaking girl for God's sake! I was a BOY before. I never knew girls were so...... 'happy' and prissy and energetic and hyper and emotional! It just really sucks! (Sigh) But.... I know I have to get used to it whether I want to or not. It's just that, there are certain 'things' I don't really understand, ya know? I mean, why do girls wear such short skirts? do they really enjoy showing that much leg? And what's up with thongs?! What's do great about wearing butt floss all freakin' day?!? Well, I don't ever have to worry 'cause I have neither of both. And I don't plan no getting them any time soon. Even though Mom finally got a daughter, she might go crazy on the girl clothes and all, but I have my own freedoms, so I can do what I wish.
I hope.
The sun rose in the sky, the beautiful rays shining over buildings, houses, schools, shops, and apartment buildings. The rays went through windows upon windows, taking the people from their dreamful slumber. All was peaceful. The birds were chirping, people were waking up, and all was—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Mmmm... Oh, shut up already!"
BEEP! BEEP! BEE—
SMASH!!
The once resourceful and proud alarm clock was soon reduced to a pancake as the culprit threw it at the nearest wall, sat up and stretched. Soon disturbed by the sound, the culprit's mother rushed into the room. Seeing them snuggle back into bed, she sighed. Going to the end of the bed, she took a hold of the comforter and pulled.
"Angel Takaishi, get out of bed this instant!" Ms. Takaishi said sternly, quite upset that she had destroyed the sixth alarm clock in six days. The girl curled into a fetal position and continued to sleep. The tank-top and guy boxers she was wearing were a bit loose on her, but she didn't care. She almost seemed to sink right into them. Nancy did the only thing she could do. Leaving the room then coming back a second later, she held something behind her back. "I'm warning you. If you don't get up this instant..." Angel, eyes still sealed shut, smiled.
"You'll do what?" She asked defiantly. She wasn't about to move until she was ready. And she'd be ready about seven hours from the present. Nancy smiled. She loved it when they were resistant. Whipping her hand out from behind her back, she took her plant mister, already filled to the brim with water and ice, and began to mist the 17-year old from head to toe. Angel, clearly not expecting this, squeaked and shot out of bed. Breathing hard, Angel glared hard at her beaming mother.
"I could have had a heart attack from the shock, you know!" She cried, still very shaken up from the cold water on her body. And from that effect a horrible chill swept through her body and she jolted from it. Nancy laughed. "That's why you should listen to me! Now," she said, smiling wider, "today is a very special day for you! We get to go shopping for your new clothes!" Angel groaned. This was one day she hoped she could skip. She already had an idea on what her 'beloved' mother had in mind, and she didn't like it one bit. So far she had to use Kyle's old clothes and vise-versa. (Minus the skirts, pink outfits, and things with lace and frills, which was basically his entire old wardrobe). The shirts were a little small, but stretched (some, anyways), and Mimi and Sora let her borrow clothes. But eventually they needed the clothes back and the other ones get too small (she already hit a growth spurt during this time). So switch to plan B: Get new clothes. Angel wanted nothing to do with this, but Kyle had to, too, so she did also. Speaking of Kyle... She still remembered what almost happened roughly a month ago, and her heart sank to the point where she didn't think it would rise ever again. It was the one thing she had been hoping five years for. And it slipped right through her fingers. It angered her in more than one way. Why did Tai have to find them when they almost kissed? Why hadn't she confessed her feelings for him sooner? Why? Why.....
'So many question, such futile answers...'
Nancy noticed Angel's downcast look, and already knew what she was thinking about. Angel had taken this really hard. She never told her what happened between her and Kyle three weeks ago, but didn't press the matter. It was their own business, and she didn't want to invade in on her. Taking in a deep breath, she walked over to Angel and wrapped her arms around her waist.
"Hey, you Ok, babe?" Nancy asked quietly, flashing her a gentle smile. Even if she had never dealt with girl emotions as all she had was sons, she had dealt with older and younger sisters and cousins who she chose not to name or bother with nowadays. But when one of her brethren were in pain or hurting, or both, she did what she could to rise them from their upholding grief. Though she had gotten used to the sudden change of feelings and emotions. Moods were enough to handle, with anyone, that is. But she was there to help, no matter what. She then brushed her hand affectionately across Angel's soft cheek and said quietly, "I'm here to help, you know. If you ever need to talk..."
Angel looked up into the crystal blues of her mother, the blue as calm and as still as the sea in the eye of the storm, and felt a little better. At least there was someone close by to comfort her. At times like these, comfort was something that was on high demand. Especially with her and Kyle. Matt, Mimi, and Sora were comfort when need be. Tai, on the other hand...... He was still peeved about her not protecting Kyle, but he's gotten mostly over it. He chose not to say what happened while he stepped out of the apartment (he claims he has allergies and his eyes were 'irritated' and red) and no one pressed the matter any further than it needed to be as no one really wanted to feel the wrath of the Kamiya boy. And Kyle..... They were still best friends and everything, but their relationship seemed... different. After what happened to them three weeks ago? And what didn't happen? Well, I'd be mad and feel a bit weird. Angel had been waiting so long for it to happen... and it didn't...
"Angel? Honey, are you Ok?"
Angel was suddenly jolted into consciousness, her eyes snapping open, probably closed in thought, and looked up at Nancy. Seeing the look in her eyes made her smile. "I'm Ok," she said, trying it reassure her, but knowing she wouldn't. Nancy still had a skeptical look in her eyes, but she let it slide. This was stressful enough, and she didn't want to get another migraine. So, taking in a deep breath, she smiled. "Well, I guess we should get ready, shouldn't we? I can't wait to see some new clothes on you!" Angel half smiled, clearly not looking forward to the rest of the day. She didn't want to get (she flinched at the very thought) skirts, and girly things. She liked wearing the guy pants and tank-tops and wife beaters. She slept in her old boxers, though she'd have to roll it up once or twice to fit it, and felt more comfortable in them. But it wouldn't work once she went back to school. Nancy had called the school and lied that she had to go on a mission for the Digiworld, would be gone for a few months, and that she had to leave ASAP. She had a feeling that the principal. Mr. Botanoni, (which roughly translates to "pig demon") didn't believe her, but he kept quiet. She never liked him in the first place. He had said that she and Kyle were being Digidestined for a publicity stunt. It made her mad just thinking about it. But right now all she had to worry about was what she'll wear. She just hoped it wasn't what she was dreading.
"Kyle, hurry up!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming..." He muttered as he pulled his shirt on and went to the front door. Slipping his shoes on, he ran to catch up with his fast walking mother. He wasn't all too thrilled to be going where he was going. Especially since it was probably his "mother" (emphasize on the "mother") that was probably going to do most of the picking and choosing. He wasn't all into the Aeropostale (A/N: I know some peeps like it, but personally I don't. Sorry...) and Ecko Unltd. stuff. It just really didn't click with him. But Mrs. Kamiya wanted the best for him, so he'd have to go along. For a time.
They made their way out of the apartment building and went straight to the subway. The store that Mrs. Kamiya had in mind was near Kyoto, so it could take a while. Kyle looked up into the clear sky. It was such a beautiful day out, and he was stuck being in the subway for a good hour and a half or so. This was NOT something he planned on doing for the week. Getting a ticket and getting in a car, Kyle sat back in his seat and sighed. He really didn't want to be anywhere but back at home. He then slouched in his seat and slid his hands in his pockets. He didn't mean to just leave his foot in the aisle, but it was mighty comfortable, and he didn't mean to trip anyone. Not noticing any of his surroundings, (as he wasn't very good at that), he hadn't noticed the collective sigh of about six middle schoolers as they stared dreamy eyed at him. Looking up at the ceiling of the fast moving train and resting his head on the back of the seat, Kyle sighed again. He just couldn't get what almost out of hid head. They were so close... So close in kissing... He had been waiting so long for it to happen.
'Too long,' he thought.
Suddenly feeling a tap on his left shoulder, he looked up to his left and noticed a little girl looking at him intently. He raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?" He asked, a smirk in place. The girl looked no older that thirteen. She had cork screwed hair pulled into two pigtails high on her head, her tight screws falling about her face. Her hair was the color of deep maroon, her eyes a deep forest green. She had a few freckles dotting her nose and as looking at him with earnest eyes. Once Kyle spoke she looked back at her pack and all six of them giggled. Looking back at him with those big eyes, she seemed cute enough. Until she spoke.
"My friend wants your number. Can she have it?" The little girl asked, smiling at the end. Kyle really wasn't sure what to say. What were you supposed to say to that? He just looked at her with an amused look, then chuckled. "Well, where's your friend?" He asked. The little girl looked back, then looked at him again. "She's really shy and chickened out in coming over here." She looked back yet again and probably sneered at the girl for one of her friends sneered back. Kyle smiled in full.
"Well, tell your friend to come here if she wants to talk to me," Kyle said. The little girl nodded, then yelled, "Kira, c'mere! He wants to talk to you!!" The little remark would have been cute it Kyle hadn't felt that his eardrum just popped. But at least the shout worked. In a flash another little girl was over there, red face and all. Kira, on the other hand, looked completely different from the first girl. Jet black hair and ice blue eyes accompanied her rich tan skin. She was a lot shorter than her friend and was a bit chubbier, too. Her hair fell flat against her head and she looked like a real introvert, if you may. She slowly pushed up her large glasses and gulped. "You didn't have to yell, Cayli," she said quietly as Cayli smiled wryly.
"Then do your own dirty work," Cayli said with another wide smile. Kira gulped again, looked at Kyle with a very red face, and did the only thing she could.
She pointed her finger at Cayli and declared, "she made me do this on a dare, honest! I swear to Bob she did!" Cayli just looked at her, shook her corkscrew head and giggled. "You know you like him, Kira. Don't go around switching the blame when it was you (BIG emphasis on you) that wanted his number in the first place." She then stuck out her tongue and smirked. Kira took in a deep breath and pushed up her glasses. Kyle, as he looked over the situation at hand, smirked and shook his head.
"Shouldn't you girls be going for boys your age?" He asked lightly. The two looked at him, then each other, then looked up in thought as this suddenly seemed to register.
"You know? That would be nice," Cayli said softly. Kira nodded. Kyle sighed. Maybe they'd forget the whole thing and be done with it. He really didn't feel up to having a few middle schoolers hanging on his every word and following him everywhere. Thinking a bit, he, actually, didn't really mind. Now, if only one other person would give him their full attention... He still talked to Angel and all, but... things were different now. He couldn't look at her in the eyes now without thinking about what happened three weeks ago. And her lips were so close...
"But ya know," Cayli suddenly said, snapping Kyle out of his thoughts. He looked over at her, her smile wide.
"Older boys butts are so much better to look at," she declared, she and Kira giggling maniacally at the end. Kyle heaved a big sigh. This was NOT what he wanted on a Monday. Especially from a bunch of kids. But they were giddy and happy, so he didn't want to rain in on their parade. He just smirked and replied, "Well, what if the guy you were crushin' for doesn't have a butt? Then what?" He personally didn't care for this matter, though when it came to a certain someone... He blushed faintly. He didn't mean to look at her's, but, I mean, c'mon!
"Well... I dunno. He's still more mature than the boys we know," Kira said. Kyle raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that?" The girls looked at each other, then looked down. "Um..........well, aren't you more mature?" Cayli asked quietly, not looking up at him. Kyle smirked softly and placed a hand on each girls shoulder. They looked up.
"Hey, I know a bunch of guys that are a LOT less mature that most of the guys you know. Older guys aren't good for girls your age. Plus, "he added with a small blush, "I'm kinda crushin' for someone else." The girls' shoulders drooped a bit. "But, hey," he said in a soft tone. The girls looked up at him with earnest eyes. "There are younger guys you can go for. You know, your own age? It'd be a lot less heartbreaking than for going for older guys." The two looked at one another, and, with sad faces, nodded. Kyle sighed inwardly. At least the hard part was done.
"So... when can she get your number?" Cayli asked after a bit, her evil little smile in place. Kyle looked at her, heaved another BIG sigh, and laughed.
This was going to be harder that he thought.
He jumped from one building to the next, his legs feeling no strain. He bounded here and there, going so fast that no mere mortal would be able to see him. His watchful eye kept a sharp look out for his target and didn't plan on missing them. His sharp eyes darted this way and that, watching everything and letting nothing out of his sight.
'The little... Didn't know the city was this big,' the Digimon growled. Finally coming to a stop, Jakuomon crouched low on top of an apartment complex and gazed down. Looking at all of the people down below him, he sneered.
'How am I to find this brat?! They must be here somewhere! Where could they—'
Looking down, then grinning evilly, he spotted the brown haired brat he needed. Following them, he saw them go into a store. Since he couldn't follow them, he waited.
And waited.
And waited and waited and waited.
And when he thought he could wait no more who should pop out but the target. He sighed, then followed them again. Following them for almost six blocks the target turned to face an alley as if they decided to go down it. They looked down the oh-so scary alley, looked left and right, then by some other worldly power looked up near where Jakuomon was. He didn't have to worry about them seeing him since he had a cloaking power and needn't worry about some child seeing him. The target looked back at the alley, then slowly took a hesitant step inside. Jakuomon smiled. This was perfect. All he needed now was a perfect moment to spring on them. And his moment came all too soon. As the teen turned the corner near the end of the alley, Jakuomon followed them, went to the ledge, and jumped...
I really don't know what drove me to go down the alley. I already had bad enough memories whenever I passed one. I guess it was just a way to get to where I was going much faster that I thought. But I still had enough bad thoughts. Mom already knew of my slight phobia with alleys, so she wouldn't have pressed me to go in there. Mom and I split when we got to Kyoto. She told me to call her when I need her or she'll call me when she needed me. But... I knew I had to, just to get it over with. It was Ok when I first edged my way in. I slowly got down to the end and turned the corner to the left. I could see the end so I kept going.
Then things got, surprisingly, better. I guess you could say I got to a point where I wasn't afraid of these three walls anymore. They weren't as scary as I really thought they were. Yeah, sure, they are dark and dank and evil and... and...
Um... Let's not think about that now. Heh, um, yeah. Anyhoos, it was all great, that is, until something glanced off my shoulder. Don't know what it was, don't care. I was out of there before the pain really set in. I didn't run, as you may think. I was actually about a foot away from the end. The funny thing is, Mom was trying to find me when the store she was in was right next to me. Huh, ironic, I guess. I just hope this day gets better.
...Which usually means it won't.
"Kyle, please, just try it on!"
Kyle gave his mother a death glare, but took the clothes she handed him and went into the dressing room. He growled. He never had a choice in what he wore. When he was a girl (it felt so awkward to say) he got to wear just about anything he wanted. He knew how to dress and how not to. But now that he was a boy, his precious freedom was gone. He sighed. Now that he thought of it, and actually really, really thought about it, since when did he have freedom at all?
Mrs. Kamiya tried not to growl. Having a teenage boy (or a teenager for that matter) is a pain and a blessing at the same time. Oh, how she had missed the old days. She had missed the simple life, when she knew he'd be home at the right time and not some ungodly hour and didn't have to worry about attitude as he was MUCH smaller than she. Nowadays (a vein just about broke in her forehead when thinking about this) she NEVER knew when he'd be home, she NEVER knew how his life is, and with attitudes? She almost wished child abuse was legal. But, (she had to force this to mind) she loved him and this was a part of life. That she wished she could fast forward. About five years. She heaved a sigh. But she straightened up as she heard the door open up and out came....
"I would say I hate this, but that would be putting it lightly," Kyle hissed, his eyes very narrow. Mrs. Kamiya smiled. "Don't you look handsome!" Kyle's eyes, somehow, got narrower. He was clad in a green t-shirt with the words "Ambercrombie Baseball" on the front, outlined in yellow. The tag on his pants indicated that they were dark khaki vintage chino, and he was wearing white shoes. Mrs. Kamiya then took a comb out of her purse and combed his bangs to one side, making it look like a comb over. With a smile, Mrs. Kamiya clapped her hands together and smiled like a giddy schoolgirl. At the other end of the store five or six girls looked at Kyle, looked at each other, and giggled furiously. Kyle breathed in and breathed out his nose in annoyance. "Can we leave yet?"
"Not yet. I want you to try on a few more outfits. Don't you like it?" Kyle looked at her. "Mom, you know I hate baseball." She shook her head. "Oh, you're fine. Now, let me see the back!" Kyle sighed, then slowly turned to show the words "It's my fate to steal home plate" on the back. Mrs. K was loving this. She just wondered why Kyle didn't. "Oh, if only you would understand how hot this is on you... You're so childish." She said in a low tone. Kyle snorted. "Mom, if we don't leave, I swear to you, I'll... I'll strip to my socks and boxers and walk out of this store." Mrs. Kamiya just looked at him. "Right. Now, let's see, how about this shirt? It'll look great with your—"
Kyle had had enough. With that he growled.
"I'm sick and tired of all this..." he stripped off his shirt.
"...bullcrap with you... "He tore off his undershirt.
"...trying to rule my life! I'm sick of it!!"
Mrs. Kamiya face went six shades whiter that it was as Kyle's pants hit the floor. The girls at the end of the store about had heart attacks as Kyle slouched and crossed his arms, giving his horrified mother a "Well?" sort of look. Mrs. Kamiya, somehow gaining color back, became enraged.
"Kyle Kamiya!! You put your clothes back on this instant!!" She just about screamed. Though her demand didn't work quite the way she wanted it to. Instead, Kyle shrugged his shoulders and stepped out of his shoes, walking casually to the door. Mrs. Kamiya was mortified. He was about to make a complete fool out of himself in front of complete strangers. So she had to go to plan B: begging.
"Please, Kyle," she pleaded. "Please, I beg of you, don't do this!! Please!!!" Kyle's foot was about one inch out the door. He smirked. This might turn out better that he thought. He turned on his heels to face her, a smile in place.
"Have you given up yet?" He asked, feeling mighty powerful. Mrs. Kamiya pouted and frowned, but nodded. Kyle smiled wider and walked back to his clothes. Mrs. Kamiya only shook her head. "Why must you do this to me?" She muttered under her breath. Kyle just looked at her as he put his 'right' clothes on.
"Lady, when you get stuck in the Digiworld and been through the kind of crap I've been through, let alone getting stuck in the Dark Ocean and crap like that, while getting shot at, stabbed at, had tons of Digimon going after you to somehow castrate you, and deal with gianormous vampires, dragons, and puppets (shudder), then nothing else really matters." With that, he went outside. Mrs. Kamiya only growled and followed him.
I really didn't think this day was going to get any better. I've already been asked by now seven girls for my number, not to mention six more from when I almost went outside half naked. Hey, it was a good idea at the time... Plus, I have a splitting headache, and Mom is a complete pain in the arsenic! (Sigh) Oh well. I just hope Angel is having a better time than me. Then again, since when did that ever happen?
We can only hope.
Kyle smiled at his appearance. He always knew that Hot Topic could solve anything. Mrs. K didn't approve of it too much, but remembering what happened an hour ago made her keep quiet. She was then changed when she saw a pink and white Care Bears shirt ("Aww... I love this show...") and immediately fell in love. She then looked over at him, a Gothic Hello Kitty shirt in her hands.
"Are you really going out like that?" She asked, wrinkling her nose. He looked at her through the mirror, "Well, why wouldn't I?" He really didn't find anything wrong with his appearance. He had on black pants ((they sagged a bit)) with chains hanging from his belt loops, with white and black skater shoes to match. He wore a yellow and dark green Invader Zim wristband with Gir yelling "Ride the Pig!!" as he rode the fabulous pig through the sky in big bold letters on his left hand. On his right was the Happy Bunny in blue with the words "You Suck, and That's Sad" on it. Mrs. K didn't find that all too funny, but it really was. Then, to finish off his outfit, he wore a black Inu-Yasha long-sleeved shirt that covered all but his fingertips with flames licking up the arms and up around the neck and wrapped around the Japanese kanji for "demon" on the back. Inu-Yasha was outlined in silver and gold and was wielding the Tetsusaiga, the enormous blade slashing through the wind with sakura blossom petals falling all around. Pretty much to say, it was all good. Kyle smiled. He was tired of the pretty boy (girl?) look and was plenty fine with this one. He didn't care what people thought of him now that he dressed like this. He then smiled wider. It really didn't matter since they didn't know it was 'him' in the first place. He chuckled a bit. It felt good knowing that people won't hound you all the time. Like when he was a girl...
"Kyle?"
He looked up in the mirror to meet his mother's eyes. He saw the concern in her eyes, but smiled to reassure her. The last thing he needed was more worry. He had had plenty of that already. "I'm fine. No need to panic." He then flashed her a cheezy grin. She half smiled, but nodded. He had been through so much... It still amazed her to see him and Angel keep going after all of this. Not to mention having their genders switched. It really impressed her, to be truthful, seeing them keep going, having been robbed of their emotional strength almost to the limit, but keep pushing ahead day after day after day. It must be why they were appointed Digidestined in the first place. She knew Kyle, or Kari, for that matter, would make it big in life. She had faith in him, and knew he would make good choices in life. Being a Digidestined, on the other hand, wasn't exactly what she had in mind. She never wanted him to put himself in danger. But it was for the better good, so she was fine with that. He really mesmorized her,a nd she was proud of him and Tai. She then went over to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"You really are something, you know that?" She whispered in his ear, kissing him on the cheek after that and snuggling into his cheek. Kyle blushed deeply. He already felt embarrassed with his mother hugging him, but with her kissing him on the cheek? And with people in the store and looking in? He was seventeen, not seven. He'd feel better if he had a paper bag over his head and they were in a closet in the middle of nowhere. Looking to his right he noticed a group of punkers giving him weird looks as they stared at the huge love fest. Kyle's face became five shades redder.
"Um, Mom? Can you, uh, let me go now?" He asked as a bunch of kids snickered as they passed by. Mrs. K opened her eyes, looked at his red face, and let go, a blush of her own creeping onto her cheeks.
"Sorry. I was savoring the moment," she chuckled, letting her oh-so humiliated son go. Kyle shook his head. Could this day get any worst?
And, by some weird chance, he glanced outside and spotted...
"Angel?!"
Just across the way down yonder (meaning right across the street) was Angel trying on clothes. And was she ever! From what she was wearing he knew it was not her choosing. She was clad in a pink and purple tank-top (the two colors she hated the most) with lace on the straps (another feature she hated the most) and along the top. It was very stretchy, and showed much of her stomach. She was then wearing a white frilly skirt that had ruffles on the bottom and went up a little with the slightest gust of breeze. It was definitely something she would never wear. In her hair were two bobby pins in an X holding her bangs back, which didn't look good at all, and she had a bandana (again, in pink) and, as he looked closer, she had gotten her ears pierced, two diamond studs gleaming in the morning sun. Then, to finish off the outfit, she had on knee high boots that were white and the heels looked like pasta, the heels about five inches high and three centimeters wide. She looked to be having a hard time walking in them, and Kyle wasn't surprised. Angel had only been a girl, what, three weeks now? She had no time to try and figure out high heels and all that jazz. Ms. Takaishi then appeared behind her, smiling. She said something that made Angel turn her head towards her. And just then, everything went in slow motion. Kyle's eyes grew wide as he eyed the step Angel was about to step off of. He wanted to yell out to her, warn her, do something! But it was too late.
The heel of her right foot slipped off the cursed ledge. He turned his head away; he couldn't bare to watch her fall. His heart was hammering in his chest and he dared not look, but he did and saw... Angel catch herself. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out. At least she was saved. He couldn't bear to see her get hurt. As he got his breathing in check, he glanced down the street to see if cars were coming so he could cross over to her. And as he looked to his right he saw two bikers almost collide. One swerved out of the way and yelled censored things back at the other one. He raised an eyebrow and looked back at Angel to find her flat on her face. His eyes went wide.
'Oh, God...'
All progress on the street stopped and everyone was staring at Angel. The group that gave Kyle the weird looks in Hot Topic were now pointing and snickering at Angel, her rear up for everyone to see. Kyle couldn't believe this. This had to be the most humiliating thing for anyone to go through. He was about to go over there and help her up, as a NICE person would. He suddenly got a horrible chill. It chilled him to the very core. Painful goosebumps rose all over his body. And then, everything froze.
The wind blew.
Her skirt flew up.
Hello Kitty smiled at the world.
Kyle couldn't believe this was happening. This couldn't be happening...
Ohmagahd, panties!!" A dude nearly screamed with laughter. With that about eighty-six percent of the teenage population on the street howled with laughter. Kyle just about died. He always knew that Angel was clutzy, but this was even worst.
"Angel? Angel!!"
Kyle ran up and down the length of the alleyway. After the little 'mishap' that about ruined her life Angel had run into an alley about six blocks from where she was. He didn't blame her one bit. Having something like thid happen, especially to a girl, is something no one should go through. He checked beside a dumpster. 'Dangit, where is that girl?! I had no idea a pink and purple and white blonde chick would be so freaking hard to spot in a grey alley!!! Where could she be? Where could she—'
"(sniff)"
Kyle stopped. What was that? Could it...
"(sob) (sniffle)"
Kyle looked from left to right . Then looked up.
"...Angel?"
There she was, sitting on the very last landing of a fire escape, curled up in a protective little ball and sobbing. Kyle rushed up the ladder and the stairs to get to her. She needed comfort, and he was going to give her all that she—
"Go away."
He stopped a foot away from her. What did she just say? Kyle frowned in confusion. Did she really...
"Please... just... go away..."
"Angel... it's gonna be Ok. Really, it—""No, it won't. I made a complete fool out of myself. It won't go away." The words were harsh and forceful. You could really feel the pain in them, as if her very soul was lashing out. Kyle bent down to her level. He reached out to her. "Angel... I promise you, everything will be alright. It will, don't worry."
"No, it won't!" Angel cried, smacking his comforting hand away and sobbing much more. "It won't get better! I'm still a moron, I'm still a clutz, and I'll never be a boy ever again! NEVER!!!" Kyle just looked on. He couldn't do anything to convince her with her thinking like that. But... there had to be a way... There had to be! With that he became angry .
"What, so you're just going to give up? Just like that? I'm not about to let you give up! You're too strong for that! You're... you're the strongest person I've ever met! You're strong, powerful, and you never give up." There was no way he would let her continue thinking like that. Then something came to him. "Remember when we were falling from that cut rope when Puppetmon cut it? We were hurdling into oblivion, and there was no one to save us. Not Tai, not Matt, not Sora... no ne. Not even Angemon was able to at the time. And you didn't give up there! And remember when I was taken to the Dark Ocean?" He visibly shuddered with the mere mention of it. "I wasn't able to contact you or anything, and at the time I was very scared. But you didn't give up until you found me. And I thank you so much for that. You never gave up then, and I won't let you give up now! You say it won't get better, so you just stop. Sure, you feel like the world is after you, and sure, everyone saw your pink and white panties." Angel's eyes snapped up to meet his, her eyes ever wide.
"You saw them, too?!? Oh maaaan..." She then shoved her face back into her knees and continued crying. Kyle sighed.
"Look..." He said, resting a hand on his knee. "Yeah, I, um, saw your panties, but it wasn't your fault. Accidents and things like this happen. And most of the time you can't control it. But we can't let things like this bring us down. I won't let you bring yourself down. I care too freakin' much about you to let you tear yourself up like this!"
'Whoops...'
He looked down at Angel, his heart hammering in his chest. He just made a big, BIG slip, and hoped she didn't hear him. If she had... What would she think? But he looked down at her and was glad to see her head down. She hadn't moved form that position since he started talking, about ten minutes ago. Perhaps she had tuned out? He hoped she had and hadn't heard him. So he just attempted to brush off his little comment.
"Um, I, uh, didn't mean that quite the way that sounded. What I meant was I care about you as a friend. And I really do, ya know? You just can't give up like that." He sighed inwardly at his mistake. At least he covered it up as quickly as he could. Sure, she almost kissed him three weeks ago, but what made him think she would ever like him? He was just... Kyle...
'Wait...'
"Please, listen to me..."
'...Friend...?'
"I absolutely won't let you give up. Just try..."
'Just a... friend...?'
Kyle then laid his head on her knees, brushing his brown strands up against her blonde locks in an affectionate sort of way. He sighed ever so softly. "Please, Angel," he whispered, a pleading tone hidden in his ever calm voice. "Please... don't give up on me now... I.. I can't do this alone. I need your support with me. Don't give up just yet. I won't let you, you here me?"
"..."
"Angel?"
"..."
"Angel... please..."
"............................"
"............................"
"............................'k"
Kyle smiled faintly. At least she had listened to him and his preaching. He hated to preach, but when the time called for it, then by all means it was worth it. He didn't want her to feel really bad. He was glad she at least said something. He rested a hand on her knees, a kind look in his eyes even if she didn't see them. "Hey, I'll wait for you at the bottom, 'k? If you need to cry some more, then you can cry 'till you can't anymore. Just.... don't give up on me, Ok?" After a bit Angel nodded slowly. Kyle nodded, then slowly got up and headed for the stairs. He was about to go down when he snuck one last look at her. He then said, "Please keep going. I love you as a friend, and I couldn't bear to see you just... die like that. You're my best friend in the whole world. Don't let out on me just yet." With that he added, "Please." And with the wind, he was gone.
"..........."
"..........."
A whisper in the wind.
'...If I'm just a friend to you...'
"......(sniffle)......"
'...then why do you...'
"......(sob)......"
'...care so much...'
"...........Ohhh...."
'...about me...?'
Her question was left unanswered and she knew it would stay like that for some time. Slowly, very slowly, a crystalline tear trailed down her rosy cheek, to be lost and forgotten as her question was. She slowly looked to the Heavens. Why did he play her like this? Why was he doing this to her? Was it to hide his feelings, or perhaps he didn't want to hurt himself by taking the chance? What was his cause? Why did he play these games, especially with her torn and tattered heart? She couldn't take anymore of this. She needed answers. She needed solace. She needed peace-of-mind. But with him complicating things she would get nothing. Why didn't he realize that she was hurting...because of him. I know he didn't mean to, but it was happening all the same. Well, like he said, accidents do happen, and sometimes we have no control of them But... Was it an accident that she loved him the way that she did? What it a mistake for her to take that chance with him, and risk it all? Was it all a lie, after all?...
The only answer to that question may never some. But she would wait...
'...Somehow...'
Well......... I don't really know. Just send me feed-back, and Ill take off from there. Can't really say a lot off of this chap, but I really hope you all like it. Yeah, Tk lovers are going to hunt me down and kill me as I made a complete fool out of him/her/thing... Yeah. But Kyle will be getting his later on, so I'll make them even. Be looking out for the next chap ((I have yet to name it)), and since I have more free-time ((something I rarely get)) I'll be able to get more done. Like the 5th chap! YAY! STABBY STABBY!! HAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! ((Eyes become evil red swirlies and she ran with Stabby Stabby, her beloved dagger, out of the room and down the hall)) ((Maniacal laughter is heard))
Sora: Um...... Sorry for that. She hasn't really been sleeping all too well... Um, but be looking out for the next chap!! Yeah... (sigh) ((Looks out nearby window to see Karimon running through the streets, screaming hysterics and saying something along the lines of, "The moose told me to!! I swear it on my can of Spaghettios!!"))