(May 24th, 2010)
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CHAPTER 16: Enough

~KPOV~

Another couple weeks pasted and things seemed to settle back to normal; Hikari had stopped having nightmares and her friends seemed to forgive her for her temporary insanity. The only person that hadn't was Daisuke; they hadn't really talked lately over the past few weeks, since that day in the cafeteria. When she had gotten over it the fact that Daisuke wasn't the man that attacked her; she had tried to talk to him again so they could make things right. She wanted to have things back to the way things were; sure she'd found out some things that she didn't know before about him, but after thinking long and hard she had decided to give him one more chance. But every time she attempted to talk to him he had always shrugged her off, so she decided just to give him his space. So now nearly a month later it was the school dance that Miyako had been so set on everyone going to. Surprisingly Hikari felt it would be a good night to go and have fun; she had talked to Takeru about it and he'd been reluctant to go, he wasn't a fan of dancing. To top things off his mother still hadn't come home, instead she had sent a message saying she'd be home in a couple weeks with some important news.

The night of the dance Hikari and her girlfriends strolled towards the entrance of a brick building, Miyako was literally buzzing with excitement; her lavender hair was curled into ringlets and she wore a light orange dress that brought out her hair even more. She, Catherine and Hikari had gotten their nails painted; all French tip and hair done at Spike! earlier that evening. Catherine wore a blood red knee length cotton dress with a matching hair band and Hikari wore the satin Chanel white mini dress she bought a few weeks ago with her mother. They had all decided to dress lightly because they knew it was going to be hot and sweaty as soon as the dancing started. They arrived at the entrance where a tall man dressed in black stood by the door; the school had rented out a local club for the dance, but alcohol wasn't to be served (but of course people still brought their own). The bouncer checked for their school ids then nodded, opening the door; music flooded through as a DJ mixed up the popular songs. It seemed like the dance had long started because the entire junior and senior class already appeared to be there; Hikari looked at her watch, it was already 10 o'clock. The heat was overpowering as they made their way to the coat check, dropping off their winter coats and bags. They made their way to the crowd noticing that others dressed similarly to them; even the boys wore short sleeve shirts and some even wore shorts.

The girls were now in the centre of the room, banners and lights flashed through the room, the vibes people gave off were intoxicating and Hikari found herself really excited to be there. She continued to gaze around astounded by the environment and the amount of work that the school put into this dance; when she had gone to a dance three years ago, it was in there school gym and sorely lacking in decorations. But this was something else; as they scanned the room she made note that drinks had already been smuggled in and were being put to use. It was dark but the coloured strobe lights pulsed throughout the room. As the lights flashed, she saw a group of boys making their way towards them; Iori, Ken, Chase and Takeru, all dressed in t-shirts and jeans pushed through until they reached them. Miyako pounced on Ken giving him an enthusiastic kiss then taking his hand making him dance with her. A black-haired girl nearby greeted and smiled up at Takeru seductively, but he didn't notice, he was grinning at Hikari, his white teeth illuminating every second or two with the lights. He wore a white American Eagle tee with random black writing along the front, it fit perfectly, not too loose but not skin tight either; she could just make out the tight muscles in his chest. His jeans appeared to be a dark wash topped with a black belt and silver buckle. She smiled back, taking his hand and dragging him closer so her could talk into his ear; the music was way too loud to try to talk normally.

"I have to say I'm surprised to see you here! I thought you didn't like dances!" She still had to yell but he seemed to hear her, he bent down and placed his mouth closer to her so he could reply.

"I could say the same thing about you!" She smirked and laughed, "You know you look stunning in that dress." A blush flooded her cheeks; she hoped he couldn't see it in the dark lighting. He pulled back and beamed at her as "Twist and Shout" came on over the speakers; he took her hand and pulled her towards him. She instinctively placed her hands on his shoulders and he wrapped his around her waist. They had less then a foot between them as they twisted to the beat, singing the words at the top of their lungs. Another hour of "Golden Oldie" songs played, their group switched up partners each song.

Hikari noticed that she still hadn't seen Daisuke but she figured he wouldn't show up anyways, they hadn't talked or texted for over a week now, he hadn't sat with them at lunchtime either. She was worried that she'd pushed him away, she hadn't told him about that night; it had just been too hard to try reliving it. Takeru never brought it up anymore, but he let her know that he was always there if she ever wanted to talk about it. She scanned the room checking for Dai again as she and Iori danced, but she still didn't see him. She told herself that if she didn't see him tonight that she'd find him tomorrow so she could apologize and make things right again. As she thought she felt hot and frustrated; so when the song ended she excused herself to Iori and made her way towards the washroom signs.

She fought her way, pushing through the grinding couples holding cups of beer or liquor, until she found herself in the dim hallway music still pounding her ears. As she walked down the hall she couldn't see the women's washroom sign, she frowned wondering if she went into the wrong hallway. She kept going, the music faded to a light hum as she moved farther away, she sighed and looked around, sure she must've gone to wrong way; then she heard something and turned the corner relieved she finally found it. Instead a group of girls exiting the washroom there were two people entangled together, they groaned louder as they moved faster, a dark brown haired girl was propped against a small table groping at the brunette boy's back, his pants around his ankles. She recognized him instantly and gasped stumbling back,

"Dai?" she whispered, her voice croaking from all the yelling she had done. They froze, Daisuke's face was hard as his eyes found hers; she was shell-shocked. She knew Dai was popular and even flirty, but she knew flirting was the farthest it ever went. They untangled themselves and the brunette pulled her skirt down that had been hiked up to her waist, she lowered herself to the ground and left quickly, looking at the ground, the air brushing past Hikari. Daisuke pulled his jeans back up; he turned and faced her, his face cold. She was at a loss for words, her jaw was slack and emotions flitted across her face. He stared at her, waiting for her to say something, he didn't seem to be bothered that she'd just caught him having sex with another girl.

"Dai… you…Why?" She stuttered as she tried to force her thoughts out of her mouth, he sneered at her.

"Oh come on Kar, you can't say you haven't seen this coming. You haven't even talked to me over the past few weeks, let alone let me touch you."

"But… I tried talking to you for weeks, you just ignored me. I was just giving you some space! I know that I was a little distant before that, but Dai… I tried!"

"Yeah Kar but for weeks you wouldn't even look at me, you avoided me! You flinched when I touched you! He raised his voice, moving closer to her at he did. "You wouldn't even tell me what was wrong!" She flinched as he started to yell; he was a foot away from her now.

"Dai… I'm sorry. I told you that a thousand times, everyone goes through a bad patch ok? But that doesn't give you an excuse to sleep with someone else! " Tears filled her eyes as angry swept through her body, the realization of what just happened finally catching up with her. He scoffed at her as he threw his hands up in the air.

"I have needs Kar and you couldn't fulfil them so I found out a way so I could" He was so brutally honest, his words sunk in and she lost it.

"So there have been more of them? How long is too long to keep it in your pants Dai? When you were gone for weeks for basketball tournaments, you didn't find me sleeping with other guys to satisfy my needs! You were gone for weeks at a time, never once did I even consider it. But should I cheated on you just because you weren't there to catch me in the act? Or does this rule not apply to men?" She shoved him and caught him off balance, he stumbled back. Then was red with angry as he strode back over to her, grabbing her by the arm and pushing her against the wall.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do! You think I don't know about the your "friend" Takeru? You think I don't know there's something going on between you two!"

"How can you even say that? He's my friend, nothing has ever happened between us because I would never cheat on you! Apparently you have though, so before we started to sleep together how many skanks did you get to satisfy your "needs"? You know, you disgust me! For years I've defended you when people told me you were a player, that you were wrong for me! But I guess they were right all along; you are a man hor." She slapped him hard across the cheek, "I never want to talk to you again, and don't even try to, just leave. Me. Alone." She shook his grip off and walked back the way she came, angry tears streaming down her face; he didn't try to follow her.

Hikari found herself back in the humming room, music blaring; she wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand and looked around. A group of guys were pouring some sort of alcohol into glasses, meanwhile scanning the room for anyone looking. She strode over to them and grabbed the bottle of clear liquid and an empty plastic cup from one of the boys.

"Hey! That's not for you!" they cried as she poured some into the cup and handed the bottle back to them; she turned around and swigged the drink. The fluid burned her throat as it made it's way to her stomach; she took another gulp then placed the cup down on a table nearby. She waded her way back through the bouncing cluster of students until she spotted Miyako's purple hair through the crowd of heads.

She moved towards her group of friends then as she reached them, she saw Takeru dancing with some red headed girl she didn't know. She pushed her way over and grabbed Takeru's hand, yanking him over to her. He tripped over someone's foot and she jerked them to a part of the crowd away from their friends, surrounded by kids she didn't know. She placed herself with her back to his chest and placed his hands on her hips. Hikari leaned herself against him making sure there were no gaps between their bodies as they grinded to the heavy beat. She could feel his body was tense, unable to understand her sudden change; her head started to feel light and a wave of giddiness rushed through. She didn't want to think about what had just happened, but she knew it was over and she could do whatever the hell she wanted to now. She placed her hands on his and guided one up her waist, trying to get him to relax. She took the other and drew it towards the hem on her white dress, until he skin found hers. Even over the pounding music she heard his sudden intake of breath, he hesitated, not sure what to do. She giggled at his response and continued to guide his hand in circles on her thigh, slowly taking it higher.

He lowered his head to her shoulder and inhaled along her skin, tracing his lips lightly along her collarbone and up her throat. Hikari snickered as she felt his hands start to make movements of their own, gripping her waist and holding her tightly against him. His other palm slid up higher, then as she felt her stomach clench with anticipation of him reaching her core, he slid back down. She groaned as he teased her, he chuckled at her response, laughing as he planted kisses up her neck and nibbled on her ear. She took her hand and held the back of his neck, hold his head to her neck, she felt weak, from the alcohol or his touching she didn't know, she just didn't want it to stop.

The heat in the room was overwhelming, but she sure that the flush along her skin wasn't from the surrounding body heat. His fingers danced along the inside of her thigh and around her kneecap, the hand on her waist travelled higher until it reached her bust line. He curved his finger along the bottom of her breast; even though there was the layer of the satin dress between them she felt like her skin was on fire. For the first time in a long time she felt wanted; like Takeru wanted to please her instead of thinking of only himself, something Dai lost a while ago. She scolded herself from bringing up Dai in her head and in rebellion to her thoughts she twisted in Takeru's hold so they were face to face; still keeping their bodies connected everywhere. Takeru didn't stop taunting her, he flitted his hand up and cupped one breast, brushing her ridged scar with his pinkie; she automatically arched her back pressing herself closer. He grabbed her ass and squeezed; she squealed in delight and wrapped her fingers in his silky hair, trying to pull herself up. He guessed what she what trying to do and fixed both hands on her behind and dragged her up so they were eye level; he held her so easily it was like she weight ten pounds instead of one hundred twenty five.

Hikari scrutinized his face, trying to guess what he was thinking; his ocean eyes twinkled in the strobe lights and flashed her a grin that made her stomach drop through her feet. The bass of the music vibrated through the floor, it was obvious that alcohol was influencing most of the crowd, because girls swayed dangerously and boys were taking advantage. Even though Hikari had a bit to drunk, it wasn't enough to make her irrational; instead she felt like all her nerves were hyper-sensitive, every touch was a hundred times more pleasurable. But again she didn't know if that was the alcohol or just Takeru; she had been fooling herself to think that they could've been just friends. With that thought she brushed her lips against his, he responded instantly taking one of his hands and lifting her chin, his mouth hungry for more. He parted her lips and she hugged herself even closer to him; she took his lower lip and bit lightly, he groaned and she felt the bulge in his jeans harden even more then it was before.

She smiled and continued to kiss him, trailing her lips across his smooth jaw line down his neck. Her hand gripped his head tighter as he moved his head to kiss the hollow of her neck; a pool of warmth settled below her abdomen and she shivered as his teeth grazed her earlobe. Hikari tugged on his golden hair so her mouth could find his again, needing to taste him again. He grinned as their mouths moulded to one another; his right hand stayed supporting her weight against him while his left started to float up the back of her knee pushing up her dress until she felt him caress the inside of her thigh. As he started to near the top of her legs, she was let go of abruptly and she landed surprised on her feet. A mass of movement seemed to be struggling in front of her; only the flashing of lights gave her any indication of what was going on. She saw Takeru's head of blonde hair struggling on the ground as a darker set of hair hit him. Of course she could count on Daisuke ignore her; the dancers that were around them before cleared a circle, giving them a wide birth; some watched but others just continued to dance like nothing was wrong.

Hikari was furious; she strode over to the fighting boys and yanked Daisuke with all her strength up to his knees, a look of surprise took of his previous mask of anger. She took advantage of his confusion to wind her fist back and snap it into his face; she felt bone give way as she hit his nose. He crashed to the ground clutching his bleeding nose,

"What the fuck Kari!" were the only words that escaped his mouth before she pulled his head up by a fistful of hair and punched him in the jaw. He crumpled to the floor whimpering; her hand pounded like a bitch, but she could deal with that later. She yelled over the continuous music, loud enough that Daisuke would hear her.

"I told you to leave me, and by extension, my friends alone! Now leave you cheating bastard or I'll start to aim lower then your waist to things that are more important to you." He stared at her, pure hatred covered his face; but he seemed to understand that tonight wouldn't be a good time to try to win this fight. He stumbled up glaring at her; still clutching his nose, he stepped around Takeru who had gotten up and was rubbing his cheek with one hand. The crowd parted like the red sea as Dai left, the spectators watched him leave then filled in the large circle and continued to dance; some still watched Takeru and Hikari. She strode over to him and threw her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tilted her chin so he could give her a peck on the lips. Hikari was so mad that she practically vibrated; angry tears rolled down her cheeks and Takeru wiped them away with his hand.

"I'm so sorry you had to be a part of that, did he hurt you?" She searched his face for injuries then she placed a hand on an already swelling eyebrow. "Does it hurt?" He kissed the inside of her wrist then gently lowered her hand so he could check out her hand.

"I would say I'm the one who should be asking you that." Lifting the back of her hand so she could see it; her right hand was bright red. The pulsing lights didn't help matters, as she stared at it she felt the throbbing pain in her palm. "I think he'll look a lot worse than the both of us put together in the morning though, remind me never to get on you're bad side." She glanced around the sweltering room and noticed that Ken and the others had seen the entire thing and were now staring at the two of them like aliens; she also noticed that the entire basketball team had also seen the whole fight. All the sudden she felt extremely embarrassed; she ducked her chin avoiding their friends' gazes.

"Come on, let's go home" Takeru took her unharmed hand in his and pulled her after him as he moved through the various dancers and to the coat check. He grabbed both their belongings and left through the front door; the city was quiet except for the muffled music from the club. There was a light breeze as they headed towards Takeru's parked motorcycle; he helped her put on her helmet then lifted her onto the backseat. He got on, starting the ignition and securing Hikari's hands tightly around his waist. The motorcycle weaved in and out of the few cars still on the road, the only activity that could be heard was faint buzzing from clubs they past down the road.

Author's Note:

Oh yes I finally gave you the moment you've all been waiting for! (Sixteen chapters later... but hey at least I gave it to you. LOL I could have been very cruel and held it out for another ten chapters. J/K)
Dai is out of the picture (seriously, what a douche. I hate the guy.) And Takeru is sooooooooo in :D

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