Kidan (part 5 of 6)
Back to Part 4"I was so scared-I thought you were dead-I thought Etemon killed you-I
missed you so much!" Hikari's sentences were broken by the ardent
kisses she planted on Shinji's lips and cheeks. Shinji didn't protest
to this, despite the looks that a few students were giving them as they
passed. In fact, she could have cared less about other people. All she
wanted at that moment was for Hikari to stay wrapped in her arms for as
long as possible.
"How did you survive?" Hikari asked after a few pleasant minutes of
kissing Shinji to express her joy. "You were already so hurt by the
time the others found us and then you took that attack full on! Oh,
gods, thank you! You saved my life again and Taichi's life as well! I
can never thank you enough, Shinji!" Shinji managed to slide two of her
fingers onto Hikari's lips to quiet her, her trademark faint smile
curling her lips.
"I owe my life to a digimon named Wizardmon," she explained. "If he
hadn't found me and healed me a bit, Vandemon wouldn't have been able to
save me. He says he knows Tailmon, so he came with Vandemon and I
here." At her words, two digimon, one tall and the other short, stepped
out from the shade of the trees near the pathway. A tree's leaves
rustled again before Tailmon leapt from the branch.
"Wizardmon!" the cat cried. "I can't believe it! It's really you!"
"Tailmon," Wizardmon murmured. "Oh, my dearest friend. I've missed
you." The two embraced each other in a tight hug that revealed how much
they had indeed missed each other in these eight years apart. Vandemon
let out a sigh as he rolled his eyes.
"First the humans can't let go of each other and now the digimon are
grabbing each other," he said in a teasing growl. "How pathetic are you
people, exactly?"
"Let's see how you act when you find someone you care about," Shinji
muttered over Hikari's shoulder. Vandemon laughed.
"I'm too much of a lady killer," he chuckled. "In more ways than one,
of course." His wicked grin was not lost upon Shinji, but Hikari,
Tailmon, and Wizardmon did not seem to notice that Vandemon had insulted
them at all.
"I shouldn't have run into the Digital World without Tailmon," Hikari
said, resting her head against Shinji's chest as her smile faded. "That
was so stupid of me."
"Why did you do that?" Shinji asked. Hikari looked quite hesitant to
answer.
"My mother...threw me out," she whispered. "She asked me why I didn't
go to school on Friday and I told her I like you. She didn't take it
well. She called you a few things I don't want to repeat." Shinji
looked at her, studying her downcast face for a long moment.
"She called you a few things as well, didn't she?" she asked. Hikari
hesitated before nodding. "I think we need to pay your mother a visit."
"Shinji, no!" Hikari cried in protest and worry. "Please, I'm sorry
that she said those terrible things about you, but don't try to make her
change her mind about us! She won't ever think any differently about
this! Don't make her hate you any more than she already does!" Shinji
gave her a small smile.
"I was actually thinking that we needed to get your things from your
mother's apartment since you're moving in with me," she murmured. "But
if she says things that hurt you, I can't promise I won't retaliate.
All I'll promise is that I will not touch your mother for whatever she
says." Hikari let out a soft sigh of relief. "Oy, Vandemon! Come on.
You can help me get Hikari's stuff to my house."
"What am I, your delivery service?" Vandemon questioned, though with a
smirk.
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Mrs. Yagami Yuuko was one of many people that despised Westerners. She
hated all the idiotic tourists that came to Tokyo and mangled the
beloved language of Japan while hiding inside their insipid little
"Tokyo Disneyland." She loathed the American occupiers in Okinawa and
their rapist manners. But for the past three days, she found one good
thing about the western world: hard whiskey. It was so much more
effective than saké in making her forget about Hikari.
On Monday afternoon, just thirty minutes after she knew Hikari would get
out of school for the day, a knock came from the door. Mrs. Yagami
jumped, wondering if someone, Taichi perhaps, had come to see why Hikari
had been ejected from the apartment. She stood, leaving the glass and
one-third empty bottle on the table as she walked to the door. She
opened it without bothering to look from the peephole.
"Hello, Mrs. Yagami," Shinji said, lifting a hand in greeting. Mrs.
Yagami tried to slam the door shut in return, but Shinji pressed her
hand against it to keep it from shutting. "Thought we'd come and get
some of Hikari's stuff now that she'll be living with me." Mrs. Yagami
looked ready to slap Shinji at those words.
"You're disgusting," she snarled. Shinji sighed, took a small smell of
the air, and raised her eyebrows.
"Yes, well, you're not exactly my favorite drunk in the world," she
murmured. "Now can you please move so we can get to Hikari's room?"
"Why the hell would I do that?" Mrs. Yagami snorted, leaning forwards to
glare at the young woman.
"Since you threw her out, she'll need her things," Shinji sighed in
exasperation. "Or did all of that alcohol you've been drinking make you
forget that you threw her out of your apartment?" Mrs. Yagami ground
her teeth together with an audible growl. Shinji glared at her. "Let
us by-now." When Mrs. Yagami did nothing but snarl at her, Shinji's
hand slipped into a leather pouch on her hip.
Mrs. Yagami jumped back when Shinji lifted a shuriken before the older
woman's eyes. Shinji slammed the door against the wall and threw the
shuriken down. It wedged itself against the floor and the door, jamming
it open as Shinji and Hikari walked inside. Livid didn't seem quite
heavy enough to describe Shinji's anger. Her hands actually shot out
for the older woman's shirt collar, but she froze a centimeter from
touching Mrs. Yagami.
"Damn it *all*," Shinji hissed, her blue eyes narrow. She crossed her
arms and turned away from Mrs. Yagami. She closed her eyes and let her
head fall back, her face to the ceiling. After a moment, she snapped.
Her eyes fell upon the whiskey bottle on the table before she lashed out
with her foot. The bottle flew into the wall from the kick, shattering
on impact. Hikari and her mother jumped at the sound.
"Temper, temper, Shinji," a deep voice chuckled. Vandemon stepped into
the apartment, his head almost touching the ceiling. "You shouldn't
smash the woman's drink, even if she is a drunk wretch." Shinji looked
up at the ceiling and did not reply. "Come here." His commanding tone
seemed to break through Shinji's rage; she turned about and walked to
where Hikari stood. The two young women slipped into Hikari's room,
Vandemon following after giving Mrs. Yagami his most wicked smirk. He
shut the door behind him.
"Shinji, are-" Hikari started to say.
"I'm sorry," Shinji said tersely, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "She
made me angry. I just...dammit, I don't know." Hikari wrapped her arms
around Shinji before the older woman could say anything more.
"I was going to ask if you're all right," she said softly. "I know
you're mad. I don't care that you're angry with my mother. I just want
you to be happy-I want you to be happy with me. Let's just get my
things and go. I don't want to make you stay here if it makes you
unhappy." Shinji paused a short second before nodding. Hikari laid a
quick kiss on Shinji's cheek before taking her by the wrist to assist
her in the work.
Hikari made quick work of giving Vandemon the things that she wanted and
needed. He effortlessly passed them into shadows and reassured Hikari
and Shinji that Hikari's things would be waiting for them at Shinji's
house. Fifteen minutes later, Hikari stood in a bare room. She looked
about, trying not to think of how much time she had spent in the
apartment-in that very room-only to be kicked out by her mother. The
hand that Shinji laid on her shoulder was comforting.
"Let's go home," Hikari whispered. Shinji nodded and both left the room
Hikari once lived in. Mrs. Yagami stood before the door, glaring with
her arms crossed.
"What now?" Shinji snarled.
"I'm sure no one has been told of what a criminal this woman is," Mrs.
Yagami said loudly, her words directed at everyone and no one at the
same time. "She would have been punished for being a thief if her
parents hadn't been killed. And there's no evidence to say that she
didn't kill them herself. Incredible. My daughter is not only sleeping
with a filthy whore, but a murderer and a thief as well." Shinji did
not make any move or reply. She simply took Hikari by the hand and
walked for the door.
Just before the two women and one digimon left, Shinji picked up a piece
of paper near the apartment's phone and wrote down a number. The
message she wrote to accompany it read: "If you want to call your
daughter, this is my phone number. -Shazaki Shinji." She stabbed the
paper to the wall with the shuriken that she pried free from holding
open the door. When the group left, Mrs. Yagami fell to her knees and
sobbed.
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Vandemon returned to the Digital World with his magic, leaving Hikari
and Shinji to walk to Shinji's house. The two walked in a painful
silence all the way to the Rainbow Bridge. Shinji stopped halfway
across the bridge and looked over the side to the water of Tokyo Harbor
below.
"You can ask me," she murmured, "about what your mother said."
"I don't care," Hikari said firmly. "I don't care about how you were
back when you were twelve. Everyone has problems when they're growing
up. Yours were just...you had more problems than I've ever heard of
someone having! But look at you now! You have your own store, you've
saved my life almost half a dozen times, and I love you so much! For
the gods' sake Shinji-I don't care about it! I want you to be happy and
this won't make you happy. It'll tear you apart-it's already tearing
you apart. Please, just forget about it." Shinji looked at her for a
moment before turning back towards Akasaka.
"Let's go home," she said, repeating Hikari's words of a few minutes
earlier. They did not speak until they reached Shinji's house. The sun
was beginning to set by then, casting deep red light over the windows.
Shinji unlocked the door to the house, walking inside but pausing when
she realized that Hikari was standing just outside the door. She turned
to ask Hikari what was wrong, but Hikari walked forward when Shinji's
eyes fell upon her.
"I'm home, Shinji," the burgundy-eyed girl said with a smile. There was
a pause before Shinji smiled at her in return.
"Welcome home, Hikari," she murmured. "Listen, do you want to take a
bath? You seem a bit...messy." Hikari looked at herself and blushed.
Her hair was unwashed and frumpy from not bothering to brush it over
three days. The boy's uniform she borrowed from Taichi was wrinkled
from a prolonged stay in a box in his closet and was far too large for
the girl.
"No offense, but you aren't any better," she giggled in return. Shinji
looked at herself as well, raising a brow at the state of her clothes
and her body. Her black clothes were slashed in many places and rather
saturated with diluted blood. She was also a tad muddy from lying on
the riverbank for a day. She sighed and pushed her hand through her
hair.
"Damn," she grumbled. "I hate getting this dirty. I'll scrub your back
if you get mine." Hikari blushed a crimson that would rival Vandemon's
Bloody Stream attack. She knew exactly why she was blushing, however.
It was not the idea of nakedness with another woman. It was simply
being naked with Shinji-who would also be in the nude-that was setting
her blood aflame. Shinji noticed her blush and let out a faint sigh.
"Sorry," she sighed. "That was stupid of me. Go ahead and take a bath
first, I can wait." Hikari shook her head, willing her blood to calm
down and leave her cheeks.
"No, it's all right," she said, grateful that her voice was not breaking
as her heart started to thump against her ribcage. "I shouldn't make
you stay so dirty. I think we can take a bath together without me dying
of a nosebleed." Shinji blinked in surprise at the statement. "Oh,
dammit, no-I'm not being perverted-that came out wrong!" Shinji's lips
quirked at those words as well. "No, no, no! Stop it-I'm not trying to
say things like that! Oh, gods." Shinji put her hands on Hikari's
shoulders and kissed her firmly. Hikari let out a sigh after this, a
smile appearing on her face.
"Come on," Shinji said with amusement ringing in her voice. She led
Hikari to the bathroom. The two shed their clothes, Shinji tossing her
bloody and shredded clothing into a bin near the sink, and Hikari
placing the uniform into a wicker laundry basket by the bath's door.
Hikari let out a faint sigh before stepping into the second room.
"I envied you for having such a nice house," she explained. "But now I
get to share it with you." Shinji smiled at her and pushed her forwards
towards the other room. Out of lingering embarrassment and modesty,
Hikari neither turned fully towards Shinji nor did she look at Shinji
full on. The two shared shampoo and soap and quickly cleaned
themselves. Hikari gave a start when she saw red flowing into the drain
in the floor, but remembered that Shinji was probably coated in dried
blood. After a few minutes, Hikari swallowed and turned a shade deeper
red than the natural blush the water's warmth and the room's steam
caused.
"Shinji," she said. "Could you...wash my back, please?" She held the
damp cloth over her shoulder and waited rather anxiously for Shinji to
answer. Shinji said nothing, but took the cloth and sat the girl down
on the stool. She began to scrub Hikari's back gently, one hand bracing
the smaller girl by the shoulder. Hikari wasn't sure if she was
remembering to breathe or not. The calluses on Shinji's hands weren't
unpleasant, but a different sensation than Hikari had known before.
Her long fingers curved over Hikari's shoulder, brushing against the
girl's collarbone on occasion and causing a small burst of sparks on
Hikari's skin. Hikari stared rather determinedly at the floor, biting
her lip when she saw a drop of red fall away from her own face. She
suddenly stopped thinking about trying to stop her nose from bleeding
her to death and her mind was immediately flooded with multiple
scenarios and things that she realized she wanted to do with Shinji.
"Thank you," Hikari said. "Shinji, if you want, I'll wash your back
now." Shinji's hands froze.
"You don't have to," she murmured. "It's all right." To Hikari's
amazement, Shinji sounded slightly embarrassed and ashamed.
"What's wrong?" Hikari asked. The hand that Shinji had on her shoulder
twitched.
"I just...I have a lot of scars," Shinji almost whispered. "I doubt you
want to see them."
"Shinji, it's all right," Hikari said reassuringly. "I've seen scars
before."
"Small lines, like this," Shinji sighed, trailing her fingernail on
Hikari's shoulder in an example. "Most of the scars are from the
Digital World. Vandemon explained to me that the scars won't heal as
properly as they would if I got them from fighting my father or
accidentally cutting myself with a shuriken. It's like the data was
lost from my body."
"Shinji," Hikari said firmly. "It's all right. I'm sure that your back
needs a good wash. Just sit down here and give me that washcloth."
With little else to do, Shinji relinquished the cloth and sat on the
stool that Hikari had just vacated. Hikari turned and knelt down,
pausing involuntarily at the sight of Shinji's back. Her skin held a
plethora of scars, just as Shinji had said. There were faded lines-from
sword fights with her father, Hikari wondered-and many gashes that
hadn't healed together but sank into Shinji's body with the white scar
tissue glaring at Hikari.
Dried blood was all around many of these gashes, the most recent of the
injuries Shinji attained to save Hikari's life. Hikari dipped the cloth
into the wooden bucket of water and laid it on Shinji's back. Shinji
tensed without making a sound; her body was still pained by the
injuries. It was obvious the healing was only superficial and barely
more than closing Shinji's skin to prevent her death by blood loss.
"Sorry," Hikari whispered. She gently started to dab at the blood,
pausing whenever she felt Shinji tense under her hands. After many
minutes and multiple dips into the water for the cloth, the blood was
cleaned away. Hikari let out a soft sigh, smiling as she dropped the
cloth into the bucket.
"All done," she said. "You should have a good long soak. It'll make
you feel better after such a beating."
"I can't," Shinji murmured. Hikari raised a brow.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because if I move, I'm not going to be able to keep from tackling you
to the floor and having my way with you." Hikari blushed brightly.
After a moment, she closed her eyes and smiled.
"Who said that's so bad?" Hikari had barely finished her final word
before Shinji had turned about and pulled Hikari to her. She kissed
Hikari deeply, pressing her tongue into the other young woman's mouth.
One arm was wrapped tightly around Hikari and the other hand was cupped
on Hikari's cheek. Hikari let out a moan into Shinji's mouth, wrapping
her arms around Shinji's neck. Shinji stood her up and led her out of
the bathroom, up a flight of stairs, and into a bedroom.
This was, without a doubt, the most electric and erotic thing Hikari had
ever experienced in her life. She had never been in any kind of
relationship before, had never been touched by anyone, and rarely
touched herself. Now, as Shinji pushed her gently onto the soft bed and
her long-fingered hands slid towards Hikari's breasts, Hikari only
wanted for Shinji to touch her everywhere.
Shinji sighed against Hikari's neck, kissing her skin slightly, over and
over. She ran her hands along the young woman's sides, fingers fitting
in Hikari's ribs as if they were molded for one another. Hikari let out
a wavering moan as Shinji's hand closed gently around one of her
breasts. The tenderness of Shinji's touch was exquisite. Her hands
were a mix of calluses from handling weapons and the natural softness of
a woman's flesh and made for a wonderful sensation on Hikari's breasts.
One hand slid away from her breast down towards her legs. Her lips
moved from Hikari's neck to suckle at the now unattended and hardened
nipple. Hikari moaned, tossing her head back and arching her back
towards Shinji's touch. Her own hands slid into Shinji's damp brown
hair, twitching with each moan that she let out. Shinji's wandering
hand slipped between Hikari's legs, her fingers rubbing at the young
woman's clit. Hikari jumped with a loud moan at the burst of pleasure.
Shinji smiled, detaching her lips from Hikari's nipple with a small pop.
"Shinji, what are you-oh, my god," Hikari whispered. Shinji moved
lower, flashing a heated glance at Hikari before pushing her legs apart
and lying down between them. Her fingers played with the wet, slick
skin and again massaged Hikari's clit. Shinji pressed her tongue hard
on the nub, causing Hikari to gasp and jerk her legs together. With a
patient smile, Shinji spread the other young woman's legs again and
moved closer. She pressed her tongue against the soft, wet, hot folds
of Hikari's skin, easily holding the other woman's legs open even when
she jerked with another moan.
She lapped at Hikari for a few minutes, her hands caressing the woman's
thighs as Hikari quaked from the pleasure spreading through her body.
Hikari moaned, her hands clenched tightly in the bed sheets and her eyes
closed just as tightly. Her breath hitched when she came, her body
seizing up before trembling worse than before. She panted, trying to
open her eyes again, to say something to Shinji.
As she panted, she felt Shinji's lips press gently on her cheek, kissing
away the sudden tenseness that had built up in her body. She found the
strength to open her eyes and look at her lover. The moment she saw
Shinji's blue eyes, Hikari was taken aback. Shinji's eyes were
smoldering with the emotions she had never been allowed to show. All
the love she felt for Hikari was so visible in her gaze that she never
would have needed to say another word.
"Shinji, you-I...I love you so much," Hikari whispered, tears welling
over in her burgundy eyes. She wrapped her arms around Shinji's neck,
pulling her close. Shinji draped her long arms around Hikari in return,
letting Hikari cry softly on her shoulder. However, when Hikari kissed
her fiercely, Shinji slipped two fingers over the woman's lips to stop
her. She gave her a sad smile.
"You have no idea how much I want to let you do what you're thinking
about, but I can't," Shinji murmured.
"Why not?" Hikari asked, her voice still tremulous.
"I've been injured too many times to not know what would happen if my
heart beats too hard," Shinji replied. "My wounds would reopen. Don't
worry, Hikari-I'm not going anywhere." She kissed Hikari once more,
pulling the blanket of the bed over them. Hikari felt warm weariness
pulling at her limbs, gladly closing her eyes and settling against
Shinji as sleep took them both.
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