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Jealous Boys	By : hair Category: Digimon > General Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I�m so afraid. So afraid..." Sora mumbled incoherently as she cried into Takeru�s shoulder, and Takeru was softly thinking and worrying seriously how a great accident such as this could ruin his chance with Hikari.

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"Hey, bro, what�s going on?" Yamato cheerily entered his home.

Takeru merely sat on the couch hunched over, elbows on his knees, chin in his hands, eyes drooping with stress over thinking what was going to happen.

"Hey, Takeru, come back to me, Space Ranger," Yamato had dropped his coat and briefcase in an armchair and was bent over in front of his brother, eye-to-eye, as he snapped his fingers in front of his little brother�s face.

"Oh, hey Yamato," Takeru didn�t look up, or seemingly even move as he mumbled the greeting past his fingertips.

"What�s wrong with you?" Yamato scowled as he stood up straight, fists on his hips in suspicion.

Takeru finally looked up, dropping one arm off his knee in its numb state as he did so. He had in fact spent the entire afternoon seated on the couch in the prior position, deep in thought over his concern for Sora�s emotional state.

Yamato started, startled by the look on his younger sibling�s face. He took a step back as though he had suddenly seen something quite shocking, and though he had yet to learn the bad news of what had occurred that day, a terrible sense of foreboding washed through his limbs, causing him to shudder. For all intents and purposes, one watching this scene of the brothers might be led to believe that someone dear to them had been murdered. But in their youthful ages, something much more horrible to their tender hearts had passed between them: a feeling that ugly shame, betrayal, and disrespect had settled upon them.

And for some strange reason, Yamato immediately seemed to know what might have happened, though not the precise details of the event.

"What�s happened?" Yamato choked out, trying to shake off the dirty feeling clinging to his skin.

Takeru sighed deeply, now knowing how horribly Sora felt when she spoke with him and sobbed over what her beloved may or may not do once she had told him the truth. "It�s about Sora," he said quietly.

Yamato suddenly swooped in and gripped his brother�s upper arms, scared of the words going through his mind, words that proclaimed that harm had come to Sora, that Takeru may yet have to say. "Where is she!" Yamato cried out.

Takeru locked eyes with his brother. He could see the fear Yamato was feeling. Takeru now wanted to tell his brother himself what had happened, to calm Yamato immediately and help him to realize that the worst had not happened to his girlfriend. But then he thought that the worst, had it happened, may have been easier Yar Yamato to handle than the truth. Yet the truth was the only thing available, and it was something he�d promised to Sora he�d let her explain.

"She�s in the bedroom," Takeru weakly said.

Yamato visibly relaxed immensely.

Takeru remembered how hours before, after comforting Sora as she spoke with him about Taichi and her decision to tell her boyfriend, she had picked herself up and mournfully shuffled down the hallway, and lightly closed her bedroom door. Leaving Takeru in a state of just as much guilt for not shutting the apartment door and keeping Taichi locked out on the couch, Sora had gone to her room and sobbed softly for what seemed like hours. Listening to Sora�s pain, Takeru sd ond on the couch, his mind battling over how difficult love could be, and if it was really what he wanted with Hikari. Part of him was thinking about himself and his life, but most of him was thinking for Sora, waitin the the couch to comfort her again should she choose to leave her room and seek consolation for the grave error she had made earlier in the day. And while his limbs went numb and cold as he stayed in the same pose sitting on his makeshift bed, his mind was a hot-running blur of thoughts and emotions and fears.

"So she�s okay?" Yamato cracked a weak smile.

Takeru returned to the present moment. "No," he said flatly.

Again Yamato scowled, but this time he was confused. "What? What�s happened?" Again his fears and foreboding sensations arose.

"Something bad happened today, and Sora needs your comfort now more than ever," Takeru gave his brother a serious look.

Yamato started. "Tell me!" he demanded.

"Go talk to her yourself," Takeru moved his arm to point to the hallway.

Yamato looked at Takeru suspiciously for a moment longer, then turned and barreled down the hallway to the bedroom he shared with his girlfriend, Sora.

&akerakeru resumed his thinking position on the couch, barely listening as the bedroom door opened, Sora cried out in surprise, Yamato loudly demanded to know what was wrong, and Sora mournfully began to sob again.

Where loud moans of passionate pleasure had once emanated from the night Takeru arrived to stay at the apartment now came only soft voices in debate over the events of this day. Softer they were as Sora moaned in sadness and Yamato comforted her. Then slightly louder they became as the feminine voice explained what occurred in her shower. Then silence. Too long was that silence. It was the silence of a shocked Yamato. It was a shock that his beloved didn�t even differentiate his body from another�s. It was a shock that his beloved had almost slept with another.

Takeru hadn�t listened to anything of the conversation up to this point. He merely heard mummed voices in the background of his thoughts over his own future love life. But when the silence happened, he heard it. He heard nothing, so his mind escaped him as he realized that no argument, when was was due, was not taking place. He strained his hearing and noticed that the silence had ended, and a feminine voice was weakly proclaiming the emotions of her heart to her lover.

"...I�m sorry," Sora managed to say, Takeru cringing as his brother�s silence continued.

No voice answered Sora. Instead Takeru heard a shuffling, a fumbling at the bedroom doorknob, the door opening, then heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

Earnestly Takeru looked to see what state his brother was in. Yamato�s eyes, as he passed through the living room, were devoid of emotion. His steps were deliberate, and his arms moved robotically as he retrieved his coat from the armchair near Takeru.

"Yamato, what are you doing?" Takeru pondered out loud as he furrowed his brows and watched the automatic movements of his elder sibling.

Yamato mumbled incoherently, eyes avoiding Takeru�s glance. He gripped his car keys with white knuckles as he went to the apartment door.

"Wait! Yamato, where are you going!?" Takeru jumped up from the couch, joints cracking out from stiffness with the sudden move.

Yamato merely scrunched his shoulders and didn�t look back as he stepped out of the apartment and slammed the door shut behind him.

Takeru was about to go after his brother, but immediately after the slam he heard a choked sob down the hall.

Takeru raced down the hall to the bedroom. The bedroom door was wide open, and Sora was snarled up in the bedsheets and her tears, her body in the comforting fetal position with her back to the door.

"Sora!" Takeru exclaimed as he crossed the room and climbed up on the bed, a hand immediately on Sora�s shoulder. A slight shake roused her and she turned to lie on her back, but seeing her friend made her rise up and into his comforting arms.

"Oh, Takeru!" Sora cried as she hugged the teenager with her life. Takeru embraced her back, soothingly rubbing her back with his other hand as he let her cry into his shoulder.

"Shh," Takeru whispered into her ear, trying to calm her. Though only moments before he had been a confused mess on the couch with his thoughts and emotions, now he had composed himself, and was there to act as the best friend he could be, and comfort Sora all he could. "Tell me what happened," his hands on Sora�s shoulders, Takeru pushed her far enough from him so he could look into her eyes, and have her speak with sincerity.

"I told him everything I told you," Sora sobbed, her mouth pulled into an ugly-sad frown as she tried to hold back the tears so she could talk. "I started off by apologizing for what I did, then I explained what happened. He listened at first, but seemed to get distant when I told him about my shower. I�m afraid he thinks I wanted it to happen!" she whimpered.

"No, he definitely does not think that," Takeru immediately responded.

Sora sniffed. "Well, he got real quiet and when I tried to look into his eyes to reassure him that this was all an accident and that I love him, his gaze seemed to look right through me...as though he didn�t believe me!"

"I told you, no, he doesn�t think that you did this on purpose," Takeru reminded her.

Sora wiped her cheek with her wrist. "Then why did he just leave!? He must think I don�t love him! But I do, oh, Takeru, I love him so much! I told him all that and he still left!"

"He did not leave you," the words slipped past Takeru�s lips without thinking, though right after he said it he had doubts of its validity.

"Oh, Takeru, where did he go? I need to talk to him some more, and he�s just left because he won�t listen! He doesn�t trust me!"

"Sora, Yamato trusts you more than he trusts me," Takeru stated as he looked at her from beneath his eyebrows.

Sora gasped in surprise, then her face contorted with sadness again. "Oh, Takeru," she sobbed, "he has to come back right now. I still have more to talk with him about: about how much I love him. But I don�t know where he�s gone to..." Sora embraced Takeru again as she began to cry once more.

"Shh, calm down," Takeru soothed her as he thought. "I�ll go find him."

Sora pushed away, suspicion in her eyes. "Do you know exactly where he went?"

"No, but I have a pretty good idea of where to find him," Takeru smiled reassuringly.

"Oh, Takeru, thank you so much," she embraced him again.

Then Takeru pushed away from her and got up off the bed.

"Please hurry, Takeru. I�m worried of what he may do," Sora worriedly sniffed.

"I�ll be back soon," Takeru looked over his shoulder at her as he walked out of the room.

The Ishida youth walked down the hallway, assured were his steps though they were not robotic like Yamato�s had been. Takeru was confident of his course of action, but he was uncertain if the aid he would need was available. Reaching the kitchen, he grasped the telephone receiver and dialed the phone number that both an angel and Satan shared.

A couple of rings occurred, building up a worried feeling in Takeru�s gut. Finally the call was answered, and Takeru sighed in relief.

"Hello?" the angel had answered the phone. Takeru smiled and wiped the fearful sweat from his forehead, glad that Taichi, who wouldn�t help him, hadn�t picked up.

"Hikari? It�s Takeru. Listen, I need your help right away."

"Sure, I�m not doing anything right now. What do you need?"
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