A/N: And I finally updated! This chapter is the longest...Hope you like it; It will answer a few questions that where asked...lol so yeah Want to thank my reviewers thanks a bunch! Muchas Gracias! And again, sorry for my spelling...
Disclamer: I don't own Digimon Digital Monsters or any related characters.
Chapter 4:
Last night, I had a dream of shouts and cries.
The noises were muffled on a far away place, away fom my existance. A door opened and closed, footsteps creaked, ceasing inside my fallen dream; where everything was in darkness.
Tears of a crying mother were heard from the horizon. I made a mental note that the snuffles of the woman's were familiar to someone I knew so well but so little.
I knew I hadn't been dreaming; everything that had happend last night was real...
My eyes reacted against the light of the bright sun. I groaned at it and looked to my right. T.K. was still sleeping, snoring calmly. I kicked the sheets of my bed where only I slept, and stretched my numb, half-asleep, body. I headed towards the bathrooom, did my business, washed my face and brushed my teeth.
It was extremely quiet when I left the bathroom; no hurry voices ready to go to work, no annoying, grinning, noises coming from the coffee maker, nothing.
It was strange.
I headed towards the empty kitchen, finding it empty. Mom wasn't up, was today her day off?
I creaped towards her bedroom, opened the door slighty and pearing through the creak of her bedroom door. She layed restlessly on her bed. It seemed to me that she had a tough night that provoked her to wake up early, a weird routen of hers. She was always a morning person; breakfast ready before we've opened our eyes and said 'good morning' to each other, the house cleaned before she went to work and then began her work for the newspaper.
But today was...different. Something wrong was going on.
I closed the door and headed back to my room to the sleeping T.K.
"T.K.?" I shooked his shoulder, "Wake up."
"Nooo...five more minutes, mom."
Mom...? "T.K., come on, wake up."
His blue eyes slowly opened, trying to focus on me, but the light that came from the morning sun was like a barrier, blocking T.K.'s sight. "What is it, Matt?"
"Mom's not awake yet, do you want to go to the park for a little while?" As a responsible brother, I kept my promise on going with him to the park.
His enthusiasm suddenly lighten up, "Yeah! I'll go change."
Off he went, coming back dressed and clean twenty minutes later. While he was gone, I dressed to my dark navy pants and my forest green sleevless shirt, I grabbed my brown gloves and headed outside the hot, summer day. The sun hit me suddenly, I squinted my eyes covering the light of the sun with my hand.
T.K. had his lucky cap on to prevent the sun from hurting his eyes, he also wored his lucky shorts and lucky shirt, with his lucky color; green. He took a deep breath and skipped towards the street. I followed, (not skiping) trying to catch up to him.
I was dissapointed to find that the park wasn't empty in these hours of the morning, and to make matters worse, the babysitter was there. I groaned.
T.K. automatically gasped with affectivity as he saw her, "It's Sora!"
He ran after her and hugged her legs. I wasn't expectig her to be here this early... I didn't even bother to check my clock this morning.
I slowly walked towards them, my mind raising with ideas on how to get rid of this babysitter, I could tattle-tale to my mother that she wasn't a great babysitter, then I could be aknowledge by my mother and T.K. would be under my care and gooood-byyye to the babysitter...no that's to childish. By the way, who does that nowadays?
Or maybe I could hurt her from the inside, she'll feel gulity and never show her face ever again...
"Sora! What are you doing here this early?" asked T.K., still hugging her legs. Is as far as he could grab.
"T.K.! You scared me, I thought I was being tackled," she laughed hugging him back, "I was waiting for a friend this morning, we were going to play soccer together, then he told me he had something important to tell me."
She noticed me, smiled and said, "Good Morning, Matt." Just like that, as if nothing happend last night.
I tucked my hands into my front pockets looking away, and said, "Morning," in a bored expression.
There was some tention around us, T.K. noticed it and decided to end it, "Now that the three of us are together, let's play ball."
Sora nodded to T.K.'s proposal, she took her soccer ball out from her blue sports bag and placed it on the middle of the green grass. She kicked it slowly to T.K. and he passed it back to her. She juggled the ball with her legs, bouncing it the ball on her thighs, one and then to the other. It was pretty impressive, I've never seen a girl master a soccer ball before.
For thirty minutes, we just passed the ball to each other, waiting for Sora's friend to show up. I had a feeling that he wasn't coming, for whatever the reason. Sora would check her small watch every minute or so. She would frowned often at the empty street, waiting, but no sign of the kid. I wondered to myself if it was the same kid with the goggles on his bushy head, the kid she played with.
"That's strange," she said, "he's never this late. I wonder what's keeping him."
I didn't know and I really didn't care. I wanted to go back home, I couldn't handle the outside; the heat was getting to me, drops of sweat were falling down my forehead, I cleaned it with the back of my hand. I was the only one that didn't have a hat.
Sora had this strange blue hat; two blue long ribbons fell from both sides of her ears, she had a yellow sleeveless shirt with a pair of blue jeans. She also wored gloves; hot pink ones. It looked vey sportive on her.
I frowned.
Since when do I care what she weared? This was my chance to maker her go away and instead I'm advertising her fashion taste, or whatever.
I could do something to her to hate me. Like loose something she cared or hurt her where it deeply burns, she could despise me and she would never have to get close to me or T.K.
"Matt! Here comes the ball!" I flinched unexpectedly, ducking on the last second, away from the ball.
"I'm sory big brother, I didn't ment to kick it hard." I got up from the ground, sweeping away imaginary dirt from my pants. I was getting tired of this.
"Are you okay?" asked the babysitter.
"Yeah," I responded annoyed at the ball.
The ball.
I had an idea. Not the brilliant one out there, but it would work. I smiled at her, "Let's play."
She got her ball and kicked it straight at me, I kicked it to T.K., and then back to Sora. It was once again with me and I began my plan of attack, "Catch it Sora!" I kicked it as hard as I could kick, the ball flew over our heads and over a tall fence.
She ran after it but stopped at the sign "CAUTION: DO NOT ENTER." T.K. ran after her, I followed pretending I was worried.
"I'm really sorry, Sora.I didn't know I could kick that hard."
No responce. She stood there looking at the fence. It looked like she was ready to shed tears, ready to turn them into two waterfalls. But she only stared lightly.
"Are you okay, Sora?" asked T.K. holding her arm, concerned.
"M-my ball..."
"It's alright Sora, don't worry. I'll get it for you."
"T.K.! No! It's dangerous, you'll get hurt." I wasn't expecting this to happend. He wasn't suppose to come to the rescue. Now that I had her where I wanted her, he couldn't interfere. "Look, It's too dangerous, T.K. we can try another way to get the b- I mean, Sora's ball back but we have to go back home before mom wakes up and wonders where we are."
"B-but..."
"It's alright T.K.," Sora said leaning towards my brother, "Don't worry about it. Your brother is right. I don't want you and your brother to get in trouble."
"Okay," his head hung, feeling failure to convince the babysitter that he could do it.
"Now, you must go before your mom gets all worried."
I was ready to go, waiting for Takeru to follow. I started to walk towards the outside of the park when I heard Sora shout, "No! You're going to fall!" I turned around fast enough to crack my neck, but I didn't stop to do anything about it, I was to preoccupied to care; Takeru was climbing the tall fence.
Sora tried to stop him by grabbing him from his small waist, but he was too high.
"I'm going to get your ball, Sora! I don't want to see you sad!"
"T.K.! No! Get Down!" I ran back. He climbed more to the top as I got nearer, my heart sank when I saw him slip and fall to the ground, crying.
Sora immediately carried him holding him close.
"It hurts, my arm hurts." His cries were muffled by Sora's chest.
"T.K."
He looked at me, tears shaping up in his bright blue eyes, holding his right arm, "It hurts."
"I think its broken," Sora said, still holding T.K. on her arms, "We should take him to a doctor, and fast."
I didn't have the time to argue with her, I took him away from her and carried him on my back, I ran towards the street, Sora not far behind from us. I called for a cap, got in and asked the driver to take us to a near hospital, he looked at us for a minute then at T.K., who kept on wimping on my side.
"Please sir, my friend got badly hurt and if we don't get to a doctor fast, the pain is going to get worse, this is all I have but please take us." From her backpocket, she took out some money, it wasn't enough but the driver accepted it and took us to our destination, not saying a single word to us...
I paced back and forth on the waiting room, waiting for a doctor to come and to tell me how my brother was. Sora was sitting down on a chair, her head burried on her hands. She took her hat away from her head, her redish hair, naked to the human eye.
After we arrived to the emergency room, a doctor attended Takeru right away. I called my mother, she didn't answer, then I called my father, but no luck, his cell phone was turned off. At my third attend to call my mom, she answered the phone. I tried to explain the situation, but she was too worried to even listen, she's so stubborn! She hunged the phone saying she was on her way.
So I was still pacing, the babysitter now on her feet, hugging herself, worried, just like I was.
"Ishida?" I swiftly turned around, a doctor appeared with T.K. on his side.
"T.K.!"
There were no longer tears in his eyes, they smiled brightly like they always did. My eyes moved down to his side on his injured arm. It was covered with a light neon, green cast.
"He'll be alright, he just had a nasty cut and a broken bone."
"I'm alright, big brother. It doesn't hurt anymore."
I was shaking, this was all her fault. "This is all your fault!" I cried turning around, facing her, confronting everything.
"W-what?" she flinched standing straight.
"Everything is your fault! If you never brought that stupid ball, this would have never happen! If you haven't been on the park, this would have never happen! If you never showed your face in my house, this would have never happen!"
"Matt, brother! Please calm down." Takeru, grapped my shirt with his good arm, trying to calm me down. Sora was speechless; she was shaking a little, but not as much as I was. I was angry. My brother got hurt and I won't forget her. All my life, I kept T.K. safe, not one time in my life did he ever get hurt being under my care.
"T.K.!"
I turned around to see who called his name, my mother ran towards him and hugged him tightly, careful on not to hurt him. "What happend?"
"I fell."
"How?"
T.K.'s gaze came to the floor then to me. My mother's eyes layed on me, she rose dragging her feet, each step taking an eternity, She paused. "What did you do?" Her voice was cold as ice, it pierced through my mind. "What did you do to my baby!"
"I-I..." my voice was stuck in my throat, it was dry. I felt equally to Sora; speechless.
"How could you do that? Why? You took him without my permission."
"Mom, it wasn't his fault," T.K. added trying to save my skin.
"He's right Mrs. Ishida, it's not Matt's fault," Sora stepped forward, standing right beside me. Her head was looking on the floor, with shame and regret. "It was my fault."
My mom quietly gasped, she couldn't believe that the babysiter was responsible for all this. I was as surprise as my mother and T.K., Sora was saving my skin.
"I told them to come to the park to play with me, we were playing soccer and I kicked the ball too hard that it went over a fence. I asked T.K. if he could get it for me, while he climbed the fence, he fell...I'm really sorry."
My muscles relaxed, they were all numb and flexed. The stress of everything happening around me controlled me like a puppet. The nerves on my body burned with guilt.
I didn't say anything, but stared bewildered at her, she took the fault and I was safe from the leesh.
"No Sora. It's not your fault. You wouldn't do such thing."
"It's true Mrs. Ishida, I'm responsible for T.K.'s accident." Sora raised her head; you could see tears forming down her ruby eyes, the salty drops made her orbs shine like two brlliant jewels. More guilt began to form.
My mom was angry; I have never seen her this furious. She turned her back, giving Sora the cold shoulder.
At that moment I felt shame inside of me, everything started because of that fire inside of my heart, that jealousy that turned into a big hell of anger, hate towards her. Just because I was afraid of loosing him. She didn't do anything to cause this, it was all me. Me, everything was my fault. All she try to do was be my friend, but I saw it as a trap.
"Let's go."
My mother had a small talk with the doctor, the conversation was all in whispers, she paid the doctor and we all left, including Sora.
On the way to drop her off, Takeru would turn around from the front passanger seat and stare at her, her eyes were watching her feet.
Luck stroke, I had to sit next to her with the uncomfortableness between us. The car stopped and she got off.
"I'm really sorry Mrs. Ishida. I never ment this to happend."
"I forgive you Sora, but I don't want you to babysit my son again. Goodbye."
The wheels started to roll, I turned around watching her getting smaller, until she was gone away from my eyes. Regret was replaced through my whole body.
This is what I wanted, right? The babystter out of T.K.'s life and mine. But, it didn't feel right.
I sank into my seat and let all that anxiety become one of me.
"Mom you can't do that to her, I like Sora, she's a really nice person."
"Please, T.K. I don't want to hear about it." Her attention was on the road the whole time; she never gave us a glance. I wondered to myself what was on her mind. She wasn't the same, something was bothering her, just like T.K.
That's right, I almost forgot my other task. To find out what was wrong with Takeru. He was scared, "I hear shouts in my room," he had said. Now that I remembered, I had a dream of shouts and cries. It felt so real; it was black and white I saw two shadows overlapping the horizon and each time they yell they got bigger.
The click on the lock snapped my senses, I was standing next to my mother outside our apartment; my feet had manage to take me all the way to the door without bumping into anything.
The familiar scent of our home sprang into my nostrils as I took a step inside. Takeru walked ahead of us, to his room and locked himself for the first time.
I knocked his door Thump thump, slowly into the wooden object. "Takeru?"
"I don't feel good, Please leave me alone."
I respected his request and left.
That night we had a dead dinner.
No one was speaking; everyone was quiet, their bodies were hollow, as if they didn't have a soul. The forks and knives clinked and cluttered. Takeru looked at the substance on his plate, he swirled it with his spoon, repeatedly. His right arm was bond with the neon green casket, there was nothing he could do now. Just looking at it made me sick to my stomach. It was my fault.
"May I be excused? I'm not hungry," T.K. stood up holding his right arm with his left not waiting for my mother's response to excuse him. I also stood up, looked at my mother for a moment then left her alone in the table.
I knocked his door again, this time it was unlock and I dared myself to enter, "T.K.?"
I almost got knocked out when Takeru charged towards me with his heavy arm, hugging me and crying. "It's all my fault, Matt. If I've listen to you and Sora, she would still be here with us."
Watching him like this teared me appart. I couldn't bare it, I had to do something now. I hugged him back, like any older brother would. "Don't blame yourself, I will try to get her back, I promise." And that's my word, I don't break a promise.
"Really Matt?"
"Really."
He wiped away his tears with his left hand. "Thank you brother." he smiled at me and I ruffled his hair.
"Where were you?" Me and Takeru turned around, the door was closed but we could hear my mother shout at someone.
"What do you mean, where was I? I was at work!" My father.
"Did you even bother to call home and say you were coming late?"
"Not this again. I was busy, I didn't have time to call, there was alot of work to do."
"So you care more about your work than your own children?"
"Please don't start this again."
"I'll start if I have to. T.K. fell and broke his arm, and you weren't there."
We stood there listening to them argue, Takeru sat on his bed, looking away.
"Is he alright?"
"Yes He's fine. He needed you but you weren't there. You have to be there when they need you."
"Look, I'm sorry. Next time I'll be there."
"You're sorry? No, I don't think there will be a next time. I'm getting sick of this. You coming home late, you're barely around. It's driving me nuts! I can't handle this anymore...I want a divorce!"
I was on the urge to scream out. This couldn't be happening; the shouts T.K. told me about were out there outside...this was a new nightmare.
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