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Jealous Boys	By : hair Category: Digimon > General Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"...shut up, you drunk," Takeru pushed his brother towards the exit, inwardly hoping that in his drunken state now, Yamato wouldn�t remember anything he�d said by tomorrow morning.

On his way out, Takeru thanked the bouncer, then escorted Yamato with a supportive arm around his elbow down the rain-slicked steps. Hikari was standing at the bottom of them, still beautiful in her gaudy yellow raincoat, and took Yamato�s other arm as she and Takeru helped the drunk stumble back to his car. They, luckily, made there way to the parking lot behind the bar without stumbling.

As the teens pushed him into the backseat, Yamato giggled, "Heh, Takeru...Takeru here�s a nice guy, Hikari...a REAL nice guy..." he covered his mouth with his hand, sputtering outright laughter, "...you should get to know him much BETTER, if you get me..."

Takeru felt himself blush fiercely once more, but when he glanced to Hikari to gauge her reaction, she seemed to just ignore Yamato�s words. Fhew! Takeru had feared she�d take the drunk seriously...but he should know her better than that, shouldn�t he?

"Now, now, Yamato, Takeru�s going to take you home, and then you�re going to have a nice, LONG chat with Sora," Hikari told the elder Ishida son.

"Yep, I am," Yamato resolved, pointing a finger in the air with confidence. "I�m gonna tell her I love her with all my heart, and I�m gonna apologize for being such a jerk, and I�m gonna tell her I love her with all my hea--" Takeru slammed the car door shut.

Hikari giggled at the sudden action as she watched the drunk Yamato talking to himself in the backseat of the car. "I�m glad that he and Sora are going to talk this through."

"Yeah..." Takeru sighed, trying to calm his heartbeat, which had sped up in embarrassment of what Yamato had said.

"...walk me to my car?" Hikari placed a hand on Takeru�s shoulder, turning clear eyes to look up to her taller, old friend.

"S-sure," Takeru stammered: he had nearly jumped double his height into the air when she�d slipped her hand near his neck. Her hand was soft and cool as her pinky laid against his skin, the collar of his jacket not reaching up that far.

The heavy rain had stopped: being only a nervous trickle now, but the two teenagers till shuffled their feet through deep puddles as they strolled around to the front of the building to the car parked on the street in front of the bar�s entrance. A ducky yellow raincoat stood out in the night as it sauntered alongside a dark and broody blond.

"I really appreciate you taking the time to drive me around to help me find my brother, Hikari," Takeru finally blurted out, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

Hikari shrugged the night off of her shoulders. "No trouble. I�m glad you considered asking me for help to begin with."

Takeru chuckled nervously. "Well, to be honest, you were the first one who had a car who popped into my mind. And a car was what I needed. And I was in a hurry, so once I thought of you, my mind didn�t consider anyone else."

The angel turned and gave her friend a skeptical glance. "Really? Why didn�t your dad pop into your mind as your first consideration? He has a car, and is closer to Yamato and Sora�s apartment than I am..." she smiled knowingly.

Takeru�s mind stumbled, though his feet were still sure on the asphalt. "...well, I don�t know..." he could�ve thought of an excuse that explained that it had been too late in the evening to phone for his father: that his dad would have been annoyed and grudgingly relented to his sons� needs. Takeru could have used that excuse to cover up the obvious fact that he preferred Hikari�s kind company over the pissed off attitude of Mr. Ishida when the middle-aged man would no doubt lecture his sons over their continual juvenile behaviour and necessity to grow up. But part of Takeru�s mind held his tongue, refusing to allow him to lie to the angel.

Hikari giggled, "Sure, I�ll accept that justification." And she playfully nudged him with her elbow, nearly causing him to fall as he was distracted by his confusion over why his mind wouldn�t let him give his crush a phony explanation for his actions.

Takeru could only blush, both in bewilderment and fondness of Hikari�s laughter. But then the angel spoke again.

"I�m really glad that Yamato has wised up. He and Sora are in love, and I was afraid that this misunderstanding was going to lead him to do something awful..." Hikari�s brows furrowed together in an upwards slant, as though she was saddened. "...but I�m glad that he�s realized that Sora could never betray him in the way he suspected, and that he�s going to go back to her and talk this through with her."

Hikari suddenly turned to face Takeru, causing him to stop walking as she did. "Takeru, you don�t think it was right of Yamato to just run off like that, even if he did need a moment to himself, do you?" she looked up expectantly at him.

For a moment Takeru remained quiet, looking down at the angel as a familiar song fled through his mind, �Conversation has a time and place...in the interaction of a lover and a mate...but the time of talking, using symbols, using words...can be likened to a deep sea diver who is swimming with a raincoat...� he couldn�t help but stare at that gaudy yellow thing she was wearing as protection against the rain--protection against prying eyes--but found that Hikari still looked very beautiful in it. Finishing the verse to the song in his head, Takeru roused from his trance of her as her gaze was persistent upon him: she was waiting for an answer.

Takeru hurriedly tried to think, "W-well, that is...but sometimes a guy just needs...well, as a matter of fact, no. He ran off without even responding to what Sora had said to him, and left her in a fragile state of emotional stress. No, that wasn�t right of Yamato, even if he needed some �alone time�. He ran away, for God�s sakes! Real men don�t run away!"

Hikari giggled. "...so you don�t believe your brother to be a real man?"

"Of course not!" Takeru spat, the sibling rivalry visible. But then he bit his tongue. "What I mean to say is, he didn�t act very mature in this case. Or many cases concerning me. But this time he was dealing with Sora, and I realize that he was having trouble expressing to Sora how he felt, but...gosh, I�ve never seen him so emotional..."

The angel smiled. "He really loves Sora. He didn�t know what to do. He was overwhelmed, so did the first thing that came to mind...much like you did when he ran off in the first place."

"Yeah..." Takeru could barely fathom the profoundness of the whole situation.

Hikari looked away. "I must say, I really envy them."

Takeru, dumbfounded, let his eyes grow wide. The angel just admitted to feeling one of the Seven Deadly Sins! "Why?"

Hikari looked back up at her old friend, giving him a skeptical look. But then she blushed, feeling his serious stare as boring into her, seeing her soul. "...because. Because they have found love and happiness in each other. Because they, at such a young age, have discovered their destiny."

Takeru�s breath hitched. Speech of destiny made him recall what the angel had said to him the previous day on the beach, about Sora�s fate with Yamato and not Taichi, and the lecture Sora had given him when he told her about his feelings for Hikari to begin with. Now, with each lisp of the word, Takeru found himself desiring destiny all the more: a destiny he believed fated him and Hikari to be together. He did not care for the death and destruction his destiny may bring him, he only hoped that if it included the angel that was standing here with him in the night on a rain-slicked street that he would be granted to experience it as soon as possible.

"...I wish I was so sure of my destiny," the angel confessed. "It seems to be such a daunting thing at times, but if it would reveal to me that the loves in my life are valid, then I would gladly accept anything it throws my way." Her words were a mirror of Takeru�s thoughts.

"...loves?" Takeru squeaked.

Hikari turned even redder. "W-well, yes. The people who are my family, of course, and my friends, and my...well, loves."

Takeru dared to prod further, "Loves? You mean...as in romance?"

"...yes."

Takeru dared to hold his breath, "Who are you interested in for that?"

Hikari looked away, then turned and began walking towards her car again, ignoring Takeru�s question.

"Hikari!" Takeru jumped to follow her pace.

"...I don�t know," she finally blurted out some sense of an answer to his question.

"...are you sure?" Takeru was persistent, his heart banging against the cage of his ribs. "Come on, Hikari, we�ve been friends for a long time. You can trust me. You can tell me."

Hikari weakly smiled, keeping her eyes cast ahead of her so she wouldn�t look at Takeru and accidentally reveal something she didn�t want him to know--yet.

As the angel remained silent, Takeru realized he was being impolite, and caught himself: "I�m sorry, Hikari. I just...I mean I really...I just want you to know that I can be trusted if you ever need to talk about something."

"Thanks, Takeru," Hikari finally turned to him, understanding in her eyes. "That�s one of the reasons why I really like you."

Takeru stopped dead in his tracks, listening to the connotations of her words. But then his eyes saw that she had walked far ahead without him, and so his mind rushed him to move his feet to catch up to her.

They finally reached the car, and something in Takeru�s head told him to run ahead and offer his gentlemanly services. Hikari watched in wonder as her friend ran around her, through deep puddles that soaked his socks, and got to the driver�s car door before she did. Then as she finally stood with him, Takeru smiled as he gripped the handle and pulled open the door for her. Just as Daisuke had done the previous day at the beach.

"Allow me, Madame," the same words and actions Takeru�s rival had performed were repeated, as the blond bent down in a bow when he finished speaking.

Hikari stared for a moment, feeling the distinct deja vu aura about the scene. But gazing at her friend, she realized something was amiss. A broad grin developed across her face as she decided to fill in the blank. As Takeru held the door handle with one hand and had the other hidden behind his back, Hikari could only grasp for the nearest one, so placed her warm gentle hand over the one on the handle.

Surprised, Takeru looked up, and as he did, Hikari took steps to stand directly in front of him. Her toes in their rubbery practical gum boots were mere inches from standing on his sneakers. Takeru straightened his back, standing up straight. Now it was his nose that was mere inches from the angel�s, as she comfortably held his eyes to look down only at her.

"Merci, Monsieur," Hikari laughed, and Takeru thought that she was going to take her seat in the car immediately. But no, she just stood there, smiling and looking up at the Ishida youth, looking like a beacon in the dark night. But her brightness was not because of the gaudy yellow raincoat she wore. Takeru discerned that she was a candle in the blackness because of her inner light, and the warmth she shone out that made Takeru weak in the knees.

Finally, the angel broke the marvelous silence. "...I really admire your determination and kindly nature, Takeru. I really respect how you took it upon yourself to help Yamato and Sora out when they sorely needed guidance. And I really cherish the persistence and boldness you possess."

�Boldness? What boldness?� Takeru thought inwardly. �I�m not bold...I can�t even tell her how I really feel for her! I�m a coward...� He forgot that Hikari was still speaking.

"...I guess what I�m really trying to say is, I�m really happy that you�ve helped out your brother and Sora. Sora�s one of my best friends, but I don�t know if I�d have been able to think as quickly as you did and seek out Yamato AND convince him that he had to go home."

"...me too," Takeru mumbled, but then tried to clarify. "But, Hikari, I�m sure that you could have done it! I mean, you are persevering and very caring...I�m certain that you�d have been able to do what I�ve just done. And to be honest, I wasn�t really thinking...I mean, I don�t think. I mean, I just did whatever came to mind! Like when I phoned you..." Takeru�s cheeks turned pink in embarrassment of his ramblings.

But Hikari only laughed. "Thanks, Takeru. Hearing that from you means a lot to me."

�It does!?� Takeru�s thoughts whirled.

Hikari sighed. "Well, I guess I should go home. Taichi is probably upset that I ran off without telling him where I was going," she rolled her eyes. "I suppose he�s gotten mom and dad all worried about me, though they KNOW I can take care of myself!"

Takeru seethed at the name of his brother�s girlfriend�s abuser and former best friend�s new best friend. �Taichi doesn�t deserve to worry about Hikari. He doesn�t deserve to call her family...�

"...but I�m sure they�ll be relieved when I tell them that I�ve been with you. They shouldn�t worry when I�m with you, because I feel safe when I�m with you," Hikari finished.

�What!? Did I just hear that right!?� Takeru�s mind spun. �She does trust you! She feels safe with you! That�s a good thing!�

"Well, I guess this is �goodnight�," Hikari looked away, but still did not make any move to get in her car. Why was she deliberating? Why did she seem hesitant? And as Takeru stood stock-still staring down at the angel, mind stupefied by her previous words, he thought he saw a hint of blush cross her face. Was she embarrassed about something?

But then Takeru felt the reason for her suspected embarrassment, because she suddenly flew up on tip-toe and touched her lips to his cheek. A swift kiss that burned upon his skin was what he�d received, and he almost thought that he was dreaming.

"Thanks for calling," Hikari smiled with beautiful eyes before she finally stepped away from him, and ducked down and took her seat in the car.

But Takeru didn�t shut the car door right away, as he was still amazed by the kiss, and one hand gradually reached up to stroke the spot she had pecked. Finally Hikari reached for the door herself, and pulled it shut, pulling Takeru along with it with his rigid grip on the handle. He was forced to stumble, one foot slamming into a puddle as he struggled to regain his balance and nearly ran into the side of the car in the process. Weakly, embarrassed, he caught sight of the angel behind the steering wheel, and she was smiling through the window at his efforts. Takeru feebly cracked a grin as he tried to laugh at his own misfortune. Hikari laughed in return. Then she shook her hands in a shooing gesture, and Takeru realized that he had to step away. Reluctantly, he did, then the angel started the car. She waved, and he waved back, and she pulled away from the curb and was off into the night.

Takeru stared at the receding vehicle, the knowledge that the object of his affections was controlling it making him gaze until she was out of sight. In a pathetic fallacy manner, as Takeru was reluctantly watching Hikari disappear from his life for the night, it began to rain again. Cold droplets fell as heavy tears from heaven as Takeru�s angel fled him, and they roused him to remember that Sora was waiting for her love to return to her. Takeru lazily turned on his heel, and wandered out of the street and back onto the bar�s property, eyes roving to the parking lot behind the building and Yamato�s car parked there.
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