Something About That Skirt
chapter five
Hikari unlocked the door and pressed down the door handle to enter. Nothing happened. She blinked, ducked and checked the lock, only to find that she'd locked it in the purpose of unlocking.
Oh right, Tai's home…
She felt a bit off today, school had been pretty intense and although feeling very active and energetic in class, she suddenly felt completely out of it now that she was allowed to slow down. It was strange the way exhaustion could sneak up on you like that.
Unlocking, she swung the door open and took a step in, letting it swing shut again behind her. She kicked her shoes off and dropped all her things on the floor, leaning back against the door. For some reason she always did that, as if to mark the fact that she was finally at home and school was over for the day. Then she would always, a bit annoyed, have to bend down and pick it up again, unless she wanted the next one entering to trip over all of her stuff and break something.
Making her way to her room, thus passing most of the apartment, she noted that Taichi was nowhere to be found, at least not among the places he would usually hang out in. He was seldom in his own room –she didn't blame him for that; it was hard to just fit in there- rather spreading his stuff all over the rest of the apartment which always caused the rest of the Yagami family to yell at him for making such a mess.
It turned out he was home; noises could be heard from his room where the door was closed. Already at this point, Hikari started to consider other places to be at. The park would be nice right now.
The fact that she didn't hear talking, only movement was telling her she would want to change her location. Leaving her schoolbag on her bed, she prepared to be ready to quickly get out of her home. Tiredness did hold her back though. She didn't want to leave for just a misunderstanding.
Now breathing could be heard, quickly followed by other disturbing sounds that reached her poor ears without mercy. Pants, moans, gasps and kissing sounds.
She winced, phasing to the front door. She did not just hear her own brother moan.
Keeping a firm gaze at the door, she was determined to not look down. Taichi was obviously not alone, and therefore his company's shoes would be there, betraying who it was. And Hikari just didn't want to know.
Glancing down quickly for her own ones, she was distracted by not being distracted by any female shoes who mostly caught more attention than male ones. All she could see out of the corner of her eye were worn-out jogging shoes and her dad's working shoes. Before she knew it, Hikari turned to look.
In the middle of Taichi's jogs and football shoes and her dad's working shoes there lay a pair of clean –at least in comparison- neat street-shoes that she after a few seconds could place.
Shit.
Throwing the door open, she ran out, cursing her untamed curiosity that always seemed to come up at the most inappropriate times.