The Truth
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, or any of it's characters.
Author's Note: Ok well I know I said this would take a bit but because of a review and my strong disliking of 'author's note chapters', and I have semi writers blocks for other stories, this chapter is being written (anyone happy about this?). Anyway I got an anonymous review (which I don't mind) it read(please note I also don't like this 'cause then it makes me feel bad about not mentioning other reviews): 'From: ()
You know, you won't break out into spots if you RESEARCH SOMETHING!' Well obviously I said something wrong, but this complaint was bleak. (If you don't know me, I love it when people hate me, it is more real then when everyone likes you/your stories.) I'm figuring they were talking about the ages, and since I wasn't 100% sure of them (and the complete layout of season 1 and 2) since the seasons weren't continued, I looked it up on the internet. Anyways I found a site (no longer have the URL) which gave me ages and then I just added four years to all of them. So if I say something wrong like Kari is really 14 or 16 and not 15 tell me please. Sorry for the long delay I call a 'author note' on the fic, Happy Reading!
Na
Part 1: Takeru Takaishi and Hikari Kamiya: Promise Not Forgotten
Chapter 1.1: Million to One Odds
Who ever thought that one class could change your life? Well I know it happens all the time but not like this. Out of all my ex-best friends I miss him the most. TK was always there for me every time I needed him. And though most would say he had made a promise to protect me and he isn't the one to break promises or lie. I knew it was not just a promise it was more, and I know the others all knew, except TK and I. To this day I don't know what it was, but I'm beginning to think it was love. Love or not that doesn't matter unintentionally he lied and broke his promise, he is no longer there, the promise is forgotten. But worst of all I let him, and even worse I forgot as well.
You know those things you hear on the news, those terrible things, that might have only been a kilometer of two from your house? Those dreadful things that no one talks about until it happens. Those frightful things that couldn't happen to you, because you never go out at night alone. Those horrible things that happen once in a blue moon, or at least it seems like that. Those things with a million to one odds that it will happen to you... in a crowded area... outside your own High School, well you know what? I'm that 'one'.
It was a normal November Thursday after school, I had Student Senate from 15:00 to 16:30 and afterwards I had reserved the dark room for and hour. I would have reserved it longer but my Photography teacher was leaving at that time so I had an hour. On this particular Thursday it wasn't so bad because there was an exhibition at our school and tonight was the last night to see the Mathematic and Science Exhibition till 18:00. I had a half an hour to check it out and that is exactly what I did. It was interesting If I do say so and everything was written in Japanese, the problem was the words they used were very technical.
At fifteen minutes before 18:00 I heard the final buzzer of the final quarter sound of the basketball game. Within the fifteen minutes there would be a bustle of people both from the Exhibition, and the Basketball game making there way home in the cold night air. Why they have such things on a Thursday night, a school night is mind boggling. I took a quick look around before I headed for the door.
Being November it was already dark and it was cold. I walked outside pulling on gloves and zipping up my thick winter jacket all the way to keep my neck warm. I started to walk home turning a dark corner of the school, I could hear all the people behind me laughing and talking mostly about the basketball game. Strangely I was trying to see if I could catch the score, when a strong hand grabbed my right wrist painfully and I was thrown up against the wall. The next thing I was aware of was beer, or some other form of alcohol as my capture reeked of it, and of course there was laughing, not all drunken, from his comrades.
I was scared, I was petrified, I tried to scream but a hand clapped over my mouth and a hoarse voice whispered in my ear "Normally I like it when girls scream, but not tonight sexy." I closed my eyes and the warm tears stung my cold cheeks. I was helpless as I heard my pants zipper unzip, I let out a muffled scream.
I heard a load twang like a basketball hitting the cold brick of the wall, by my ear. But I wasn't sure my eyes were closed tight. The ball that had produced the twang bounced away down the school parking lot and the hand over my mouth and hand were gone. I don't know why but I didn't scream now that I was able to. Then there was running and a new hand picked up my right hand. This was different the hand was warm and the person smelled of sweat and not beer.
My eyes still shut tight expecting this sober guy to reach for my pants, I had no clue what was going on or the point I was shaking. The new person seemed to check my arm over, for any broken bones etc.. Then a warm thumb dried my tears, and then it was gone. Not just the thumb from my face but the person from my presence.
I quickly opened my eyes and only saw a dark figure walk away from me. All I could make out was messy blond hair. I felt sick from almost getting rapped, but most of all from my savor being my old best friend, the one who promised to protect me. I wanted to run after TK and thank him, but instead I threw up, coughing and spitting up my lunch and small snack of a dinner I lost sight of TK.
I was the one in a million that 'was rapped', but more surprisingly I was the one in ten million that was helpless, and scared into not fighting back the on coming rape, who got out of it with only unzipped pants. So why do I feel so disgustingly dirty?
I had thought he had forgotten, where was he when a bully stole my camera last year? I know it wasn't life threatening, but still. I knew I had forgotten that promise TK gave to Sora all those years ago, that in the end saved us all. I shouldn't have forgotten... he should of, I'm a big girl that doesn't need a protector. In the one in a million situations maybe, but what are the chances that the one in a million happening twice? In all faults and all angles this was wrong; 'You can't live in the past,' but then again, 'If you don't learn from the past your doomed to repeat it.' Well this is past and I'm learning, and now I'm going to live in it!
Friday
Friday morning I wanted to run to TK and thank him, but there was the small little part of me that said maybe it wasn't him last night. But since I live in Japan and there aren't to many blonds, or at least blonds with the unruly blond hair and a basketball coming out of my school at 18:00. I restrained the whole day to confront him. Its not what you think I don't care of my reputation and I certainly don't care for his. I just didn't want the whole school to know how I almost got rapped. I know when I confront TK about this I'll be in tears as I thank him and apologize.
So here I find myself already in tears standing outside TK's apartment. I hesitate before I ring the bell and then I wait. Footsteps come to the door and I hear TK's voice say, "Remi I told you I'm not going to that stupid dance tonight!" The door swung open, contrary to his ton of voice TK was smiling.
I let out a whimper and threw my arms around TK's neck and burying my face in his chest. TK hesitated a second surprised by my gesture, but he returned my hug and gently rubbed my back. Without letting go he led me into his apartment and closed the door behind me.
"Oh Kari, what's wrong?" he asked after we sat down on the couch.
I looked into his blue eyes, I missed those blue eyes, "Thank you for saving me last night..."
"Don't worry about it Kari what are friends for, I know you would do the same for me," said TK holding me tightly and whipping away tears, I burst into a whole new fit of tears at the word 'friends', "Kari it's alright your safe."
"No TK it's not just that, we haven't said more then two words to each other in a year. And you still kept that silly promise, and you called us 'friends'. TK I am so sorry I haven't talked to you, in so long, I'm sorry I haven't been a good friend," I cried.
Again TK dried my tears and comforted me, "It's alright really, I could say the same thing, and if it wasn't for health class yesterday I would never have given it a second thought."
"I know, just how you feel, it's just..." I replied but before I could finish TK put a finger to my mouth and I stopped talking.
"I know. Now what do you say we share a tub of chocolate ice cream and then I'll take you to the dance tonight. We can forget the whole thing, and we can go back to the way it was," Said TK getting up from the couch and walking into the kitchen retrieving a carton of ice cream and two spoons.
TK sat back down and handed me a spoon, he sat next to me and flashed a smile, he knew this is what I needed. I smiled back and laughed after taking a spoonful of ice cream, "And I thought you weren't going to the dance, isn't that what you said to 'Remi'?"
TK's POV
When did I say that?... Oh yeah on the way to the door I figured It was Remi because he knew if he called then I would barricade the door and leave the phone off the hook the rest of the night. I hate dances it is just a chance for my 'friends' to make fun of the 'unpopular' kids and for every girl to swoon over us, plus Remi is trying to get me a girlfriend or was it just a girl?
Anyways now that Kari is back in my life, I can't believe I ever let her out! Things will change I wont forget promises and wont walk away without a word or at least making sure she wasn't emotionally hurt after I save her. I can't believe I did that I felt like hugging her last night, I felt like crying, I felt like begging for her forgiveness. It was all my fault if we had stuck together then she wouldn't have been walking alone in the first place. You know what I did?... Nothing! I walked away, not anymore! She needs this stress less night as much as I do, (though I doubt with Remi it will be stress less) But with Kari there it will be fine, just like before.
"Well that was before this beautiful girl came to my door, and I figured I should at least take her out someplace fun," I smiled and shoved some ice cream in my mouth. Did I just hit on Kari? Most likely, but she knows its just fun best friends always do that kind of stuff.
"Yes well there is no question about a beautiful girl, since your so cute and all. And I bet she'll make it lots of fun," replied Kari with a smile and dancing happy eyes. But her eyes lowered as she replayed what just happened in her head.
What did just happen? We're flirting with each other! Well my only explanation for this is...umm... We've had a hard couple days, we just rekindled a friendship and don't want it to go out again, maybe Matt spiked the ice cream... Ok forget that best friends flirt all the time at least teens of the opposite sex (or same depending on sexual preference) do.
Kari's POV
What did I just do? Oh well I can see in his eyes that he has thought this over as well and it looks like he doesn't mind. I took another spoonful of ice cream, ice cream in November not very logical, but does your body good. There is just something about chocolate ice cream with a friend that chases away the sad dreary clouds and brings in the happy sun (Pathetic I know, but true... Chocolate ice cream is the answer, for this second at least).
"Well I should go and get ready for the dance, I probably look like a wreck," I said placing my spoon in the carton that was now nearly empty and standing up.
TK caught my left arm, I turned back towards him, "No, wait I meant what I said your beautiful and look great, besides we have to leave it's already 7:57 and the dance starts in three minutes."
I just nodded. TK got up and put away the ice cream after throwing the spoons in the sink, then he wrote his mom a note. I wondered where his mom was she should have come home from work by now, but I didn't ask.
"My mom had a business dinner tonight or something like that. She told me this morning while I was half asleep and only had eaten a couple bites of my first bowl of cereal," said TK reading my mind , and grabbing his jacket.
"You know I have two comments one: how many bowls of cereal do you eat for breakfast? And two: are you psychic? You like read my mind!"
"Two I eat two bowls of cereal, a piece of toast, and a pastry type food (Danish, doughnut, Pop Tart, etc.) Why? What do you eat? No I'm not psychic only when it comes to you," TK finished grabbing my hand and leading me out the door.
"Which breakfast? At home I cook something quick like instant pancakes or an egg, I eat bread or a pastry type food on the way to school, then I eat what school serves for breakfast, and after the first lesson I eat buttered bread or Nutella (Nutella is Chocolate and hazelnut spread for bread and such things, like peanut butter) bread (Nutella bread is bread with Nutella) And yeah that's about it."
(A/N: do they have Nutella in Japan? I hope they do because I wish they had some in the USA.)
"And how do you stay so skinny?" asked TK with a laugh.
"It's called the eat what you want, and do what you want diet," I said with a laugh, TK joined my laughter for a minute. I soon stopped laughing as we approached the school. The last of the people who arrived on time or early were going in the school now. I could here some rap music, and I hoped the whole night wouldn't be rap, it wasn't my favorite, but I didn't absolutely hate it either. My heart stopped beating for a second, my step faltered... Had I ever been to one of these? Out of the millions of kids in the world I've got to be the one who had never been to a school dance and this being my first time I was scared even with my hand held firmly by my best friend, I didn't know what to expect. I am certainly one in a million, and I'm beginning to think that being the 'one' in the million to one is not always and most often not good.
Author's Note: I'm just going to say that I wont write something that I know can't happen, for example I know a twelve year old that got pregnant, so I would except that as write able (no one is getting pregnant in this story that was an example!) Oh yeah even though this may look like a Takari, it's not (well it might become one) As of right now I have no plans of pairings. Well I hope you enjoyed Thanks everyone for the reviews!
Na
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, or any of it's characters.
Author's Note: Ok well I know I said this would take a bit but because of a review and my strong disliking of 'author's note chapters', and I have semi writers blocks for other stories, this chapter is being written (anyone happy about this?). Anyway I got an anonymous review (which I don't mind) it read(please note I also don't like this 'cause then it makes me feel bad about not mentioning other reviews): 'From: ()
You know, you won't break out into spots if you RESEARCH SOMETHING!' Well obviously I said something wrong, but this complaint was bleak. (If you don't know me, I love it when people hate me, it is more real then when everyone likes you/your stories.) I'm figuring they were talking about the ages, and since I wasn't 100% sure of them (and the complete layout of season 1 and 2) since the seasons weren't continued, I looked it up on the internet. Anyways I found a site (no longer have the URL) which gave me ages and then I just added four years to all of them. So if I say something wrong like Kari is really 14 or 16 and not 15 tell me please. Sorry for the long delay I call a 'author note' on the fic, Happy Reading!
Na
Part 1: Takeru Takaishi and Hikari Kamiya: Promise Not Forgotten
Chapter 1.1: Million to One Odds
Who ever thought that one class could change your life? Well I know it happens all the time but not like this. Out of all my ex-best friends I miss him the most. TK was always there for me every time I needed him. And though most would say he had made a promise to protect me and he isn't the one to break promises or lie. I knew it was not just a promise it was more, and I know the others all knew, except TK and I. To this day I don't know what it was, but I'm beginning to think it was love. Love or not that doesn't matter unintentionally he lied and broke his promise, he is no longer there, the promise is forgotten. But worst of all I let him, and even worse I forgot as well.
You know those things you hear on the news, those terrible things, that might have only been a kilometer of two from your house? Those dreadful things that no one talks about until it happens. Those frightful things that couldn't happen to you, because you never go out at night alone. Those horrible things that happen once in a blue moon, or at least it seems like that. Those things with a million to one odds that it will happen to you... in a crowded area... outside your own High School, well you know what? I'm that 'one'.
It was a normal November Thursday after school, I had Student Senate from 15:00 to 16:30 and afterwards I had reserved the dark room for and hour. I would have reserved it longer but my Photography teacher was leaving at that time so I had an hour. On this particular Thursday it wasn't so bad because there was an exhibition at our school and tonight was the last night to see the Mathematic and Science Exhibition till 18:00. I had a half an hour to check it out and that is exactly what I did. It was interesting If I do say so and everything was written in Japanese, the problem was the words they used were very technical.
At fifteen minutes before 18:00 I heard the final buzzer of the final quarter sound of the basketball game. Within the fifteen minutes there would be a bustle of people both from the Exhibition, and the Basketball game making there way home in the cold night air. Why they have such things on a Thursday night, a school night is mind boggling. I took a quick look around before I headed for the door.
Being November it was already dark and it was cold. I walked outside pulling on gloves and zipping up my thick winter jacket all the way to keep my neck warm. I started to walk home turning a dark corner of the school, I could hear all the people behind me laughing and talking mostly about the basketball game. Strangely I was trying to see if I could catch the score, when a strong hand grabbed my right wrist painfully and I was thrown up against the wall. The next thing I was aware of was beer, or some other form of alcohol as my capture reeked of it, and of course there was laughing, not all drunken, from his comrades.
I was scared, I was petrified, I tried to scream but a hand clapped over my mouth and a hoarse voice whispered in my ear "Normally I like it when girls scream, but not tonight sexy." I closed my eyes and the warm tears stung my cold cheeks. I was helpless as I heard my pants zipper unzip, I let out a muffled scream.
I heard a load twang like a basketball hitting the cold brick of the wall, by my ear. But I wasn't sure my eyes were closed tight. The ball that had produced the twang bounced away down the school parking lot and the hand over my mouth and hand were gone. I don't know why but I didn't scream now that I was able to. Then there was running and a new hand picked up my right hand. This was different the hand was warm and the person smelled of sweat and not beer.
My eyes still shut tight expecting this sober guy to reach for my pants, I had no clue what was going on or the point I was shaking. The new person seemed to check my arm over, for any broken bones etc.. Then a warm thumb dried my tears, and then it was gone. Not just the thumb from my face but the person from my presence.
I quickly opened my eyes and only saw a dark figure walk away from me. All I could make out was messy blond hair. I felt sick from almost getting rapped, but most of all from my savor being my old best friend, the one who promised to protect me. I wanted to run after TK and thank him, but instead I threw up, coughing and spitting up my lunch and small snack of a dinner I lost sight of TK.
I was the one in a million that 'was rapped', but more surprisingly I was the one in ten million that was helpless, and scared into not fighting back the on coming rape, who got out of it with only unzipped pants. So why do I feel so disgustingly dirty?
I had thought he had forgotten, where was he when a bully stole my camera last year? I know it wasn't life threatening, but still. I knew I had forgotten that promise TK gave to Sora all those years ago, that in the end saved us all. I shouldn't have forgotten... he should of, I'm a big girl that doesn't need a protector. In the one in a million situations maybe, but what are the chances that the one in a million happening twice? In all faults and all angles this was wrong; 'You can't live in the past,' but then again, 'If you don't learn from the past your doomed to repeat it.' Well this is past and I'm learning, and now I'm going to live in it!
Friday
Friday morning I wanted to run to TK and thank him, but there was the small little part of me that said maybe it wasn't him last night. But since I live in Japan and there aren't to many blonds, or at least blonds with the unruly blond hair and a basketball coming out of my school at 18:00. I restrained the whole day to confront him. Its not what you think I don't care of my reputation and I certainly don't care for his. I just didn't want the whole school to know how I almost got rapped. I know when I confront TK about this I'll be in tears as I thank him and apologize.
So here I find myself already in tears standing outside TK's apartment. I hesitate before I ring the bell and then I wait. Footsteps come to the door and I hear TK's voice say, "Remi I told you I'm not going to that stupid dance tonight!" The door swung open, contrary to his ton of voice TK was smiling.
I let out a whimper and threw my arms around TK's neck and burying my face in his chest. TK hesitated a second surprised by my gesture, but he returned my hug and gently rubbed my back. Without letting go he led me into his apartment and closed the door behind me.
"Oh Kari, what's wrong?" he asked after we sat down on the couch.
I looked into his blue eyes, I missed those blue eyes, "Thank you for saving me last night..."
"Don't worry about it Kari what are friends for, I know you would do the same for me," said TK holding me tightly and whipping away tears, I burst into a whole new fit of tears at the word 'friends', "Kari it's alright your safe."
"No TK it's not just that, we haven't said more then two words to each other in a year. And you still kept that silly promise, and you called us 'friends'. TK I am so sorry I haven't talked to you, in so long, I'm sorry I haven't been a good friend," I cried.
Again TK dried my tears and comforted me, "It's alright really, I could say the same thing, and if it wasn't for health class yesterday I would never have given it a second thought."
"I know, just how you feel, it's just..." I replied but before I could finish TK put a finger to my mouth and I stopped talking.
"I know. Now what do you say we share a tub of chocolate ice cream and then I'll take you to the dance tonight. We can forget the whole thing, and we can go back to the way it was," Said TK getting up from the couch and walking into the kitchen retrieving a carton of ice cream and two spoons.
TK sat back down and handed me a spoon, he sat next to me and flashed a smile, he knew this is what I needed. I smiled back and laughed after taking a spoonful of ice cream, "And I thought you weren't going to the dance, isn't that what you said to 'Remi'?"
TK's POV
When did I say that?... Oh yeah on the way to the door I figured It was Remi because he knew if he called then I would barricade the door and leave the phone off the hook the rest of the night. I hate dances it is just a chance for my 'friends' to make fun of the 'unpopular' kids and for every girl to swoon over us, plus Remi is trying to get me a girlfriend or was it just a girl?
Anyways now that Kari is back in my life, I can't believe I ever let her out! Things will change I wont forget promises and wont walk away without a word or at least making sure she wasn't emotionally hurt after I save her. I can't believe I did that I felt like hugging her last night, I felt like crying, I felt like begging for her forgiveness. It was all my fault if we had stuck together then she wouldn't have been walking alone in the first place. You know what I did?... Nothing! I walked away, not anymore! She needs this stress less night as much as I do, (though I doubt with Remi it will be stress less) But with Kari there it will be fine, just like before.
"Well that was before this beautiful girl came to my door, and I figured I should at least take her out someplace fun," I smiled and shoved some ice cream in my mouth. Did I just hit on Kari? Most likely, but she knows its just fun best friends always do that kind of stuff.
"Yes well there is no question about a beautiful girl, since your so cute and all. And I bet she'll make it lots of fun," replied Kari with a smile and dancing happy eyes. But her eyes lowered as she replayed what just happened in her head.
What did just happen? We're flirting with each other! Well my only explanation for this is...umm... We've had a hard couple days, we just rekindled a friendship and don't want it to go out again, maybe Matt spiked the ice cream... Ok forget that best friends flirt all the time at least teens of the opposite sex (or same depending on sexual preference) do.
Kari's POV
What did I just do? Oh well I can see in his eyes that he has thought this over as well and it looks like he doesn't mind. I took another spoonful of ice cream, ice cream in November not very logical, but does your body good. There is just something about chocolate ice cream with a friend that chases away the sad dreary clouds and brings in the happy sun (Pathetic I know, but true... Chocolate ice cream is the answer, for this second at least).
"Well I should go and get ready for the dance, I probably look like a wreck," I said placing my spoon in the carton that was now nearly empty and standing up.
TK caught my left arm, I turned back towards him, "No, wait I meant what I said your beautiful and look great, besides we have to leave it's already 7:57 and the dance starts in three minutes."
I just nodded. TK got up and put away the ice cream after throwing the spoons in the sink, then he wrote his mom a note. I wondered where his mom was she should have come home from work by now, but I didn't ask.
"My mom had a business dinner tonight or something like that. She told me this morning while I was half asleep and only had eaten a couple bites of my first bowl of cereal," said TK reading my mind , and grabbing his jacket.
"You know I have two comments one: how many bowls of cereal do you eat for breakfast? And two: are you psychic? You like read my mind!"
"Two I eat two bowls of cereal, a piece of toast, and a pastry type food (Danish, doughnut, Pop Tart, etc.) Why? What do you eat? No I'm not psychic only when it comes to you," TK finished grabbing my hand and leading me out the door.
"Which breakfast? At home I cook something quick like instant pancakes or an egg, I eat bread or a pastry type food on the way to school, then I eat what school serves for breakfast, and after the first lesson I eat buttered bread or Nutella (Nutella is Chocolate and hazelnut spread for bread and such things, like peanut butter) bread (Nutella bread is bread with Nutella) And yeah that's about it."
(A/N: do they have Nutella in Japan? I hope they do because I wish they had some in the USA.)
"And how do you stay so skinny?" asked TK with a laugh.
"It's called the eat what you want, and do what you want diet," I said with a laugh, TK joined my laughter for a minute. I soon stopped laughing as we approached the school. The last of the people who arrived on time or early were going in the school now. I could here some rap music, and I hoped the whole night wouldn't be rap, it wasn't my favorite, but I didn't absolutely hate it either. My heart stopped beating for a second, my step faltered... Had I ever been to one of these? Out of the millions of kids in the world I've got to be the one who had never been to a school dance and this being my first time I was scared even with my hand held firmly by my best friend, I didn't know what to expect. I am certainly one in a million, and I'm beginning to think that being the 'one' in the million to one is not always and most often not good.
Author's Note: I'm just going to say that I wont write something that I know can't happen, for example I know a twelve year old that got pregnant, so I would except that as write able (no one is getting pregnant in this story that was an example!) Oh yeah even though this may look like a Takari, it's not (well it might become one) As of right now I have no plans of pairings. Well I hope you enjoyed Thanks everyone for the reviews!
Na