Fighter

By

Marie Darkholme

Second Chapter

Sora lied on her bed. Though her eyes were closed, she was far away from being asleep. Her gloves were off and stood besides her like always. She was still dressed with her uniform but she didn't care. She turned for the thousandth time to fall asleep, but she couldn't. The nightmares kept hunting her night after night and she couldn't simply forget them. No matter how much time it passed, now matter how far he was, the pain and fear were just too much, and kept coming back.

She finally gave up and opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. Two tears rolled down her face but she quickly wiped them with the back of her hand, feeling once more the touch of the scars he had left on her. She often wondered why she had had the bad luck to lose her mother and go live with a father that wished she had never been born. She often wondered why she kept fighting, what made her going when she had nothing. She had absolutely nothing. She didn't like that life…guess no one would.

Maybe it had been easier if she had just never been born. She stepped off the bed and went to the kitchen where the plates from the night before dinner were pilled up. She turned on the water that started filling the basin. Her eyes were almost closed as she walked in a sleepwalker like state to the fridge and picked up a bottle of milk that she emptied inside a cereal cup, along with some integral cereals.

Meanwhile, the basin was already filled, and as the water kept running it started dripping off of it. "Shit!" she muttered running to it and closing the faucet. She picked a cloth and started cleaning the water on floor. Suddenly a loud sound cut the air. Sora took a little time to recognize the sound as her cell phone. She went to her uniform coat's pocket and picked the mobile.

"Hello!" she muttered sleepy to the other side of the line. "Sora! Is that you? Something happened." Yamato's voice replied from the other side.

In the middle of an abandoned warehouse in the city's periphery a bunch of cops were installing do not cross lines for a murder scene. Yamato was on the phone and was gesticulating a lot. As he saw his partner's car appearing from between the crowd of curious people that had formed there, he send some cops to get her to the place.

Sora walked off her car and looked around. The place was filled with people and some journalists were already making their ways to her. Fortunately two cops appeared and took her directly to where Yamato was. The journalists followed her, always trying to ask questions even though Sora didn't even know what had happened. One girl with brown light hair and brown eyes was particular annoying, but she was no journalist. She was a photograph. She kept walking in front of Sora taking pictures. Sora pushed the girl and walked over the police line.

Yamato was still on the phone. She tapped him on his shoulder and he turned. He had an angry face. "Get your but over here, now" he yelled and then hung down the phone. He then walked her to the crime scene. A girl with almost black hair was lying on the floor. She apparently wore prostitute clothes and Sora immediately recognized her as their informer, Yumeko. The girl had been brutally murdered.

"Fill me in." Sora said as she looked around searching for leads on the murderer. "This is Yumeko, as you may already have noticed. We don't have much information because Takeru is late, but she hadn't her ID with her or her wallet. I could bet in a robbery but this just seems too brutal for a mere robbery, especially one of a prostitute." Sora walked around Yumeko's body and put on a pair of rubber white gloves taking hers but making sure Yamato or any of the people in there could see it. The cops had already marked her body line and took photos so Sora moved her to one side. She had several wounds over her entire body.

"She was strangled." Sora said pointing to some fingers' marks on Yumeko's neck. "The look on her eyes shows it clearly. For the bruises in her arms and her forehead I'd say she put up a fight. There are no exterior signals of rape. Her clothes appear fine, but we'll have to wait for an analysis to be sure." She continued as she pointed some details in the girl's body. Suddenly applauses were heard from behind her. Sora stood as she turned to meet a young forensic doctor with blond hair and ice blue eyes.

"You're late Takeru." Yamato replied cooly as he greeted his younger brother. "I believe you don't even need me. Sora is proving to be a spectacular forensic doctor. I think I'll hire her to help me." Takeru said as he walked to the victim and started examining her body.

"Anything new?" Sora asked as Takeru stood up and took of his gloves. "Nah. Like I said, you'd give an excellent forensic doctor. I can only have more results after running more tests in the laboratory." He smirked. "You know the drill." He said as he walked away, but he was suddenly stopped by a young brown haired with a camera. She started taking him pictures and then headed to the victim.

Takeru grabbed her arm. "Hikari, what're you doing here?" he asked the young woman. Only then Sora recognized the girl as the photographer that had been taking her pictures before. She was about to go and put Hikari out of the crime scene when a guy appeared and grabbed her arm.

"No need for that." He said. Sora turned to meet Taichi's eyes. She immediately looked away. Taichi searched for her crimson orbs. She has such beautiful eyes. He thought. "Would you mind releasing my arm?" Sora interrupted his thoughts. Taichi snapped back to reality and released her, a little disturbed.

She immediately stepped towards the girl. "You can't be here." She authoritative informed. Hikari glared at her. "I know." "She knows" She and Takeru said at the same time. Sora looked confused at both of them. "Huh, this is Hikari. My fiancée." Takeru explained. Sora glared at him surprised, but then with a serious look extended her gloved hand. "Congratulations!" she coldly said. Takeru gave her a confused stare as she walked away. Then he turned to Hikari who was also staring at the strange policewoman.

"Is she always like that?" she asked. Takeru took her waist in is arms. "Always." He replied pulling her into a kiss. "I don't know how my brother stands her." He broke the kiss. "She seems to have some kind of trauma, doesn't she?" Hikari started as she watched Sora walking around the crime scene searching for clues. Takeru pulled her into a longer kiss. "Guess so." The girl giggled as his lips touched hers softly turning into a passionate kiss.

Sora walked around the place. The warehouse had white walls and none of them had blood. She was strangled so that would mean no blood. Nevertheless her defensive wounds suggest that she was beaten up and that would make any place a mess and though this warehouse is abandoned, she would have certainly got into some walls and maybe got some blood on the floor. This mustn't be the primary crime scene. Only her body was dumped here. She thought to herself. And in fact in the back was a door and in it a bloody handprint, but, as she would find out after the forensic team dust it, without any fingerprints. It wouldn't do them any good even if they had someone to match it. The murderer is a smart one. She opened the door and entered another room.

"Where is she going?" Taichi asked Yamato as he eyed Sora from the corner of his eye walking into a parallel room. He followed her as did Yamato. "I can't believe your sister actually is my brother's fiancée." Yamato replied not really knowing why he was following Taichi. "That means, you're going to be part of my family." He said. "Yeah, it sucks doesn't it?" Taichi replied not really paying attention to the conversation as he walked into the same room as Sora was.

The room had a metal table in the middle. In a counter next to it were a bunch of medical tools. Sora hadn't the sliest idea of what kind of warehouse that was but medical tools and instruments there were basically misplaced. The room had another door too. She opened it and discovered a bathroom, with a shower and a lavatory. She minutely inspected the bathroom and found what she was searching.

All the bathroom and room had been cleaned very recently with the DNA killer, bleach. Nevertheless, she found a track of blood in the lavatory pipe. She smiled in satisfaction. Though it wasn't for sure, she could recreate the steps of the killer now. He had brought her there. That couldn't have been difficult since she was a hooker. Then he brought her to that room and killed her. He took her to the secondary crime scene and went back to clean everything. But why didn't he just killed her and left her here? She thought. Answers didn't come instantly to her mind.

A sound from behind her shook her out of her thoughts. She looked behind and saw Taichi and Yamato. "What is he doing here?" Sora asked Yamato. Taichi glared at her. Man, she has no respect at all. "I can talk for myself you know!" He muttered. Sora glared at him. Yamato watched amused. This is going to be fun. "Well, the case is homicides anyway so…he's in the investigation as well."

"We didn't have a good start." Taichi replied approaching a devilish eyeing Sora. "My name is…" but he was cut off before he had the chance to finish. "Spare me the presentation stuff." Sora coldly replied heading out the room. "I know who you are. Let's talk about work. That's why we're here for, after all. There're blood vestiges in the lavatory so I think he killed her here and washed everything. Therefore this is the primary crime scene." She started talking like she was making a report. "After killing her, he dumped her body on the other room. The question is…" she said stopping abruptly and turning to the guys that were following her. "…why the hell did he move the body?" she finished. The look on her eyes told them it was more a self question that directed to them.

Yamato that was used to her logical conclusions shrank his shoulder. She was the brain and, for the most part, the muscles of the team as well. He preferred to come in the back and arrest, especially because with a partner like Sora, you wouldn't want to get between her and her prey. Taichi on the other hand glared at her. She's pretty, she's hot and she's intelligent. And she's my type and completely understands my work since she does the same thing as I do. To hell with Megumi.

Sora continued walking. "Send a team to that room and turn the place upside down. I want fingerprints, hairs, anything and everything people. Move."

Taichi admired her ability of leading and bossing around. He watched her as she made her way out of the warehouse and into her car, avoiding all the journalists as they tried to extract information. From between the crowds he could see his sister Hikari. He ran to her. "Hey Hikari." He called her. She turned and saw him.

"Taichi…! I've told you not to come talk to me when I'm working." She scolded. He eyed her mischievous. "Oh, I see. So you can talk and do a lot much with Takeru but you cannot even as talk to me while you're working!" He faked to be hurt. She blushed. "You took pictures to the body didn't you?" he asked. She nodded. "Yeah, but not as good as I would want because your friend stopped me." She replied underlining the word friend. "Why?" "I want copies of them, okay?" he asked. She eyed him confused. "But didn't the police take pictures also!" "Yeah, but their machines suck." He said and smirked. "Besides my sister takes far better pictures than some cops in retire."

Hikari blushed and hit him in the arm playfully. "Who's the girl anyway? I saw you looking at her." she mocked. Taichi's time to blush. "She's Yamato's partner." He replied. "She's pretty, but I don't think she likes you. Or any boys on Earth by the way." She commented. "You should have seen her look when Takeru said we were getting married. I don't know… I think she was angry or something, like marrying was something people shouldn't do. I even though she liked Takeru but he says she's always like that." she finished. Taichi took a time to eat her words. He looked away to Sora that was in the police car writing something in a notebook. "Yeah, Yamato said she never dated since he knows her, and he knows her for five years. Guess she has some kind of trauma. He said she never lets people see her hands either." His gaze rested upon her.

"Look, I must go. Do you wanna have dinner with us?" she asked referring to her and Takeru. Taichi shook his head. "Don't think so, but I call you if I change my mind. I'm not really into watching you two with those puppy eyes looking at each other during the entire dinner. I might get sick like last time." Hikari smacked him on the head and left along with the newspaper personal. Taichi searched for Yamato, who he found bossing around some younger cops. He smirked and approached him.

"Hey, Yama, leave the new guys alone." He playfully said. Yamato turned to him like he was very annoying. "I'm not doing anything…" he said, then put on a devilish smile. "… just teaching the art of being a good cop." "Yeah, right!" Taichi replied. "Where's Sora?" Yamato asked looking around for his partner. "She's in the car writing up something." Taichi replied as his gaze turned to Sora, to meet her crimson orbs watching at him.

Acknowledging Taichi was looking at her, Sora moved her eyes, but not her attention to the paper in front of her once more. She was writing some details for the report they had to do when they got to the police station. Why were you staring Sora? She scolded herself mentally. Is not like you never saw a good looking cop.

Taichi and Yamato walked to the car. Sora started writing again not really wanting to talk to either of them. Yamato walked in the passenger's seat and sat closing the door after him. Taichi approached them and knocked on Sora's window. "No information. Fuck off." She muttered, thinking it was another annoying journalist trying to get information from her. Yamato laughed slightly as did Taichi outside the car. This took Sora's attention and she looked outside to see the brown chocolate eyed looking cutely at her.

She blushed slightly but noticing it, she immediately turned back to her usual cold self. "What?" she asked. Taichi smiled embarrassed and scratched the top of his hair. "Well… I kind of don't have my car with me and… could you give me a ride to the police station?" he asked. In the passenger's seat Yamato burst into laugh.

Sora launched him a deathly glare and nodded to Taichi that entered the back of the car. "How the hell you got here without your car anyway?" Yamato asked still laughing as Sora drove in the highway. Taichi glared at him. "In fact, your brother gave me a ride." He replied crossing his arms on his chest on the prisoner's seat. "Oh so that's why you two arrived together." Yamato concluded.

This comment made Sora curious. She knew Takeru was Yamato's brother but what the hell Taichi had to do with them both. Besides being friends, of course. But even with the curiosity biting her, the auburn haired was just too stubborn to even think about asking them about their relationship.

The trip to the police station was a quite one. Sora remained deep into her thoughts while Yamato and Taichi just watched how distant and cold she could be. Taichi was impressed with her, but in the deep corner of his heart he was starting to feel pity for whatever had happened to her. He wanted to talk to her and make a conversation but he didn't know how to start and he didn't felt comfortable to do so.

Sora drove the car, but only her body was doing it, like always. The road was so into her mind that she didn't even needed to pay attention to it, and thought a part of her mind was concentrated on it, since there was traffic and stuff like that, the other was too deep in her thoughts.

In the police station, Taichi, Yamato and Sora went inside. Sora went directly to her secretary where she started making a report. Taichi and Yamato just sat around talking in the coffee table. Minutes later, a few cops came in and went to the coffee machine.

"Hey, Yama, who's the guy with you?" One of them asked. "This is Taichi from homicides department." Yamato said turning to Taichi, but Taichi was observing Sora and didn't hear any of the guys calling his name. He watched as she wrote the paper with her gloved hands. He wondered, like many other guys had before him, what did she hid under the gloves. The cop that had arrived looked to Taichi and followed his gaze to Sora. This caused him too laugh and Taichi turned his attention to them. The elder policeman put on a serious look as he talked.

"Don't look at her like that. She can feel it and then you can consider yourself as a death man." He said and took a gulp of his coffee. "She might be pretty and intelligent but it's only appearance. That girl is colder than ice. Her heart is made of stone and her eyes are the only thing that denies that iceberg inside her." He said. The cops got quite for instants like Sora was some king of forbidden topic, a taboo. Taichi could figure that many of them had felt more than sympathy for her, but he could also see how their hearts were broken. She had broken them. What makes you think you'll be any different? He asked himself as he gazed into her apparently fragile figure.

It was then that something happened that got his attention. She raised her head from the paper but still not high enough for someone to look into her eyes and brushed the back of her hand on her cheek. Taichi watched amazed and silently as he saw what appears to be Sora wiping a tear from her face. Maybe she's not as stone hearted as they think. He thought.

He looked to the guys talking about some cases that they had had about murders. He took this moment to walk silently to Sora. He came from her front so she could see him and not being caught by surprise, though it was hard to catch Sora by surprise. He approached her busy desk and coughed.

Acknowledging the presence of someone, Sora immediately put back her cold and tough stare. She raised her head as she heard the person cough and put it back down writing again as she saw Taichi standing there. "What do you want?" she asked. Taichi ignored her cold voice. "Are you okay?" he asked. She stared at him like he was crazy or something. "Of course, why shouldn't I be?" she replied. Taichi sighed. It was going to be hard to break the ice between them.

"I kind of saw you crying." He replied not really knowing how to say it. Sora turned her attention to the report again. "You must have seen it wrong." She said. Taichi put his hands over the table and ducked so he was at the same level as she was. He looked into her face trying to see her eyes but he couldn't. He gazed into her face; her pale face with rose cheeks and her light brown hair falling in strikes that seemed so soft and warm. He felt like to catch a lost strike of her hair that fell to her face.

"Why are you so mean to me? I never did anything to you." He stated. She looked into his eyes. He looked into her crimson ones as hate filled them. "You're right. You didn't, but you guys are all the same." She said and stood up with the report on her hand. Taichi managed to grab her wrist. "Let me go." She said not turning to him, but her voice wasn't hard. It was almost fearful. Taichi sighed and let go her wrist. He watched her as she walked into the chief's office with the report on her hand. He muttered in the meaning of those words and cursed himself. Stupid Taichi! Why do you always have to fall for the hard ones?

Sora walked into Jyou's office. Jyou was like always sitting on his chair with piles of papers around him. She handed him the report and prepared to leave but he called her back. "Mimi told me you were there, but she also told me that you still didn't tell her anything that can help her with your problem." Jyou said. Sora sighed. "I don't have a problem, okay?" she muttered. "Yes you have and you need help. Is it so hard to understand Sora?" "Yes, it is." "As you don't seem to be cooperating, I think I'm going to suspend you. I want a positive report from Mimi and as I don't have it, you're going to be suspended. Ishida will take over the case and Yagami will help him. You're out." "What?" Sora yelled. "You can't do this? I've worked to hard too see my work being ruined by a guy that thinks himself as the centre of the universe!" "I'm sorry but that's how it's going to be." Jyou said and sat back on his chair. Sora eyed him. "Fine!" she burst angrily.

She wanted to punch him so hard, to torture, to kill him. She turned to the door and slammed it closed. Outside, a bunch of cops, including Taichi and Yamato stared after her, alerted by the noise and the yells. She by passed them all. Her fists contracted so hard that she could break her own bones with the strength she was making.

"Sora, what happened?" Yamato asked as he saw his pissed off friend walking pass him. Sora didn't reply and continued her way outside. She went down the stairs and started punching the wall. Mother fucker! He can't do this to me. He just can't. I need to work. It's the only thing that doesn't make me think about them. She thought as she continued punching the wall. Her fists, though protected by the gloves, were already bleeding and the blood soaked the gloves and started dripping out.

Yamato rushed off the building, followed closely by Taichi to find his friend punching the wall. "Sora stop that." He demanded. But she didn't stop. He knew she wouldn't stop until she couldn't bare the pain anymore or she calmed down. Taichi watched as Yamato stood there helpless. "Stop, damn it!" Taichi shouted and walked towards her. He grabbed her by her waist. "Let me go!" she yelled enraged. "Asshole, leave me alone. Fuck off!"

Taichi kept her held firmly by her waist and tried to catch her hands, but she was fighting too hard and he couldn't do it. He then lost his balance and felt to the ground. This caused Sora to fight against his grip even more. He put his arms around her chest trapping her arms and his legs over hers trapping them as well. Sora wanted to cry but she couldn't, not in front of them. Memories of pain assaulted her mind.

----Flashback----

She was trapped. No place to run. Between her and him there was nothing. She was between the sword and the wall and she didn't have way to run. He approached her, smirking. She feared his actions. Not him, not her boyfriend. He wouldn't do such thing, but he was doing it. She couldn't believe that her life could be even more miserable than it already was.

She just wanted someone to care for her, to love her, but guess that was just too much to ask. She was condemned to live a hard life, and worst than that she, was condemned to live it alone. There was no place to run and sometimes she just wished she never had to wake up every morning. Because in dreams was the only place where she could be happy. But dreams don't last forever and we always have to wake up. I just wished I never had to wake up.

The guy came near and she started punching him, but she was definitely no match for him and he easily controlled her by wrapping his arms around her.

----End of Flashback----

"Leave me alone." Sora shouted in Taichi's arms. "Why can't you all leave me alone!" Taichi released her and Sora ran away not even looking at them. Taichi remained on the floor completely in shock. Yamato had watched the entire scene in complete amaze too. "What just happened?" Yamato asked Taichi. He shrank his shoulders and stood up. "Let's find out." He replied walking into the building.

He walked up stairs and went straight to Jyou's office. Jyou was startled by his sudden appearance but he quickly regained his composure. "What happened?" Taichi asked as Yamato entered the room. Jyou gave the both a confused look. "Sora." Yamato said. "Oh, that. I had to suspend her." He said very calmly. "You did what?" Both Taichi and Yamato shouted at the same time. "You two are now in charge of the case." Jyou replied.

Though he remained with his authority look and not showing a hint of compassion for Sora, he too felt pity in suspending her; not only because she was an excellent policewoman but also because he knew work meant everything to her. But his superiors had pressed him against the wall cause of her aggressive behaviour and he didn't have any other choice.

"But, Jyou, you know Sora lives to work…" Yamato replied not convinced of Jyou's decision. Jyou sighed. He felt so bad for his actions but there was nothing he could do. If only Sora changed her attitude then maybe he could readmit her. "I'm sorry guys. I know that, but the main board kept pressing me because of her behaviour and Mimi's report wasn't new. She is too locked inside herself and her aggressive behaviour doesn't help." He defended himself.

Taichi watched as the elder's eyes filled with pity and he understood he liked Sora very much. Not as a companion though, but perhaps as a daughter. He understood how hard it should have been for him to make that decision. He sighed and walked off the office. Yamato remained inside, not still defeated.

He looked around the room and it was like the world was going down on him. Now it was going to be much more difficult to interact with the auburn haired since he wasn't going to work with her anymore and for worst he was afraid for her. For what Yamato had said to him and for what he had seen, working was the only reason that kept Sora going. She was a workaholic. What would she do now that she had been suspended?

Sora walked through the streets. Her fists had stopped bleeding but the dry blood had soaked her gloves as well as dropped in her shirt spotting it here and there with auburn spots. What the hell am I suppose to do now´ she though angrily. But there was no answer besides the silence. For years since she had finally managed to get out of her house, work had been her only worry. She didn't think about anything else, or at least she tried no to, and her entire strengths were applied on her work.

She entered her old and messy apartment and the tears immediately started falling down her face. She buried her face in her lap and cried. The rude tissue of her gloves scratched her face and, though she couldn't see it, left blur lines of blood, but she didn't mind. She felt like the entire world had turned against her. She was on the hot spot.

The sun continued staring at her, up in the sky, entering insubordinately through her windows. It should be about four in the afternoon but nothing really mattered for Sora at the moment. She had lost track of time as she lied on her sofa. Her only company were a pack of cigarettes and canes of beer. She just watched the ceiling. A lightened cigarette on her hand made his way to her mouth. She took a deep breath and allowed her hand to fall back to its previous place again. She watched as the smoke rose into the ceiling and hit against it, disintegrating in small clouds and then vanishing. Life meant nothing without working.

On her other hand, a beer cane. She dropped the liquid in her mouth and felt it sliding through her throat soaking it with the devilish drink. For hours she lied like that not really caring what was going on in the outside world. The world that had turned its back on her.

The phone might have ringed four or five times…or maybe more. She didn't hear it or simply ignored it; distrusting Yamato would be the one calling her. But in fact, it wasn't only Yamato. Mimi had phoned her twice, but as she didn't pick the phone she gave up. Then Jyou phoned her, but he too gave up. Still there was one person that kept phoning her. That person was Taichi. He was worried about her, but he couldn't make it to her house cause he simply didn't know where it was and Yamato didn't either, so he just kept phoning hopping she would pick up the phone.

Once again, the phone rang. Sora took another gulp of her beer and stood up annoyed by the sound of the phone. But as she did it she stumbled to the ground. She looked into the beer canes to see two emptied already and several others stacked up at hand reach. She hadn't had that much to be drunk. It should have been dizziness for standing up too fast. She crawled to the phone and picked it. "Stop calling already Ishida." She yelled angrily to the receiver.

"This is not Yamato, Sora!" a calm voice sighed from the other side. "Yagami! How the hell did you get my number, you asshole?" an angrier Sora yelled again. "Calm down. I just wanted to be sure that you were okay." Taichi smoothly tried to calm her down from the other side of the line.

"You don't even know me." She shouted in disbelief. "Why would you want to know if I'm okay, huh? You guys are all the same. Trying to take the chance when you think we're more vulnerable. But let me tell you this. I got caught once, I won't get caught twice." She smashed down the receiver.

"Asshole!" she grumbled as she crawled to the couch again and lightened another cigarette. I must get back to work. They can't that from me…I'm going to do something about it. It's not like they have to keep asking questions about me all the time...like I'm some kind of freak. No one will ever know She thought to herself as she took another sip of beer.

Taichi sat on his couch and sighed. At least now he knew she was okay, if what he had just been a victim of could be called normal, but still, he had a feeling she would do something dangerous. She was no girl to give up so easily. What am I going to do? He thought, but the answer didn't come, like always.

----Flashback----

The brown haired guy sat there crying the hell out of him. He didn't know what to do now. He loved Megumi too much for her to stab him in the back like that. But he would overcome it, he had too. But would he ever be able to love again? Love means above all trust. Could he ever trust someone like that? Without being afraid of being tricked? The thoughts haunted his mind and this made him cry even harder. Some said that men should never cry but the brown haired could do nothing to stop the tears that flowed down his cheeks. The pain of being betrayed was just too much.

What did I ever do to deserve this? I didn't do anything. I was the best boyfriend possible. I never forgot her birthday or any important dates in our lives. I spoiled her every time I could, gave her presents, took her out to have dinner in a fancy restaurant or stay late in night dancing in some disco, even knowing I had to go to work in the morning. Wasn't I good enough? The thoughts came but the answer to them remained in the deep corners of his mind never to be show…or at least so it seemed.

----End Of Flashback----

Taichi shook his head to drive those thoughts away. Megumi had been the only girl in his adult life. What if in the end, Sora does the same to me? The fear was still there and it was too hard to fight against sometimes and those thoughts kept coming. No she wouldn't be like that. She too seems to have had some bad experiences with guys. I got caught once. What did she mean with that? Caught in what?

He remained there not really doing anything, lost in his thread of thoughts, not really thinking much of anything out. Then suddenly there was some light in his head. He picked the phone and dialled his sister's number.

"Takeru speaking." The blond's voice answered. "Hey, T.K. it's me, Taichi. Could you call my sister?" Taichi asked. Takeru coughed and thought the brown haired couldn't see it there was a small blush creeping to his cheeks. "I'm afraid that it is kind of impossible since she is in the shower now…but I'm here." He said. Taichi raised an eyebrow. Kids! he thought. "Tell her I accept the invitation to have dinner with you guys." Taichi said. The blond froze on the other side of the line.

"Yeah, sure!" he finally managed to say something and with a quick goodbye hung up the phone. He leaned against the wall. Oh, no! Taichi's coming. "Yagami, Hikari!" he shouted. He rushed into the shower. Hikari had a towel trapped around her body and her brown light hair fell over her shoulders. "Yes, my love." She said in a innocent seductive way.

Takeru eyed her mischievous. "I love when you do that." He replied catching her in his arms. "What?" Hikari playfully said, faking innocence. "You look so hot with only a towel." Takeru said. "Oh, so that's what you mean. I accept that as a complement." She said. "Your such a bad girl, Hikari." He said and leaned to kiss her neck.

"Who was it on the phone?" she asked. Takeru wasn't paying attention while he caressed and kissed her hair. "Taichi. He said he was coming over to dinner." He distraughtly replied and started kissing her again. "Taichi! Then I must prepare dinner, right now." She replied hurried and rushed out the bathroom. "Oh, man." Takeru complained. "Hey Hikari, that was why I wanted to talk with you. Why do you always invite Taichi…" he continued while he guided himself in a kind of trance to their room.

On the doorway of the bathroom, a completely drunk Sora stood leaned against the wall with a cane of beer in her hand and a towel on the other. "So, out am I?" she smirked mischievously.

Second chapter done, fifteen to go.

Ja ne!