Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Fighter ❯ Fighter (chapter five) ( Chapter 5 )

Fighter

By Marie Darkholme

Fifth Chapter

Yamato sat silently besides Taichi in the patrol car. He was a little annoyed with his friend, since he didn't tell him why he was so happy. In fact he hadn't said a word since they got into the car. He wondered why Taichi was singing and whistling. It didn't seem like him at all. He watched his friend for a while as he drove the car, trying to figure something out of his figure, but he couldn't.

"Fine. If you don't want to tell him, then keep it to yourself." He shouted suddenly turning his attention to the window. Taichi smirked. He knew Yamato couldn't wait for an answer for a quite long time, especially from his friends. He stopped since there was a red signal in the street and turned to his angry friend. He put a hand over his shoulder. Yamato made like he wasn't paying attention and hadn't felt Taichi's hand on his shoulders remaining quietly watching the streets outside the car.

`What a child.´ Taichi thought and he smirked at the thought of a younger Yamato playing soccer with him in the park. Sweet memories, that they had together. "Okay, I tell you." He gave up. He started driving again through Nikawa's neighbourhood. Yamato watched as some hookers hid themselves inside the buildings as they saw the police car approaching. He wondered how those girls had ended up having a hard life like that one. Because though many people think that being a hooker is an easy way to earn money, it isn't.

He thought of all the times, he and Sora had busted some guys that tried to get their way with some hookers. He remembered Yumeko, and how she hated that life. He knew her before she became a hooker. She was a respectful girl and worked in a cafeteria in the north area. She had no father and lived with her mother. Though they had always had some difficulties in life, she always managed to overcome them, until the day her mother fell ill and ended up in the hospital.

She tried to overwork and during a month she had four jobs, but they still couldn't cover the bills at the hospital and the medicines her mother was having. She tried to ask help to the social security, but they didn't help her. One day, when Yamato was passing by the streets he saw her. The timid, fragile girl working as a slut to save her mother. Only then he considered that many of those girls had nothing else they could do except for that. He turned his attention from the streets to Taichi again as he heard him starting to tell his story.

"Well, you probably won't believe me, but…" Taichi started, taking small looks to Yamato's face as he drove. "What? Tell me." He rushed his friends. He just couldn't wait to know what had happened. "I kissed Sora." Taichi replied all the sudden. Yamato stared at him like he was seeing him for the first time. He blinked, brushed his eyes and looked at Taichi with the same astonished look. "I told you, you wouldn't believe me, didn't I?" he replied, seeing Yamato's face.

"You… kissed…! But how…when…?" Yamato tried to ask, but the questions were just too much and came all mixed up. Taichi laughed at his friend's reaction. "Hey, Yama, how do you kiss a girl?" he replied. "Yeah, but how did you managed to get close enough to… she didn't let you, did she? I mean… besides, where did you find her?" Yamato asked. Taichi kept his eyes on the road as he explained Yamato what had happened. At every word, Yamato would look even more surprised to Taichi.

"You found where she lives?" he asked as he too turned his eyes to the road. They were no entering the same place, they had met Hiroshi and the red headed girl. They looked around, trying to get a glance to see if they could find him. Hiroshi was a hard guy to find. "Did you found who the red girl was?" Taichi asked Yamato, trying to change the subject. Yamato cleared his throat, as he searched around the car some papers. He picked them and showed them to Taichi who just nodded. "She's an assassin and a thief. But we don't have many data on her, and neither the world data base." Yamato said. "She's suspected of some crime, but none of them could be proved."

"Okay. But that doesn't explain what was she doing with Hiroshi, right?" Taichi asked. Yamato simply shrank his shoulders.

Sora walked along with her primer enemy at the moment into a large Mexican restaurant. They sat at one of the empty tables in the darkest corners of the restaurant. Hiroshi walked over to her and pushed her chair, waiting for her to seat. Sora felt like cutting her throat. `How can someone be so false?´ she wondered. She sat and then Hiroshi went to take his seat too.

"So, about the deal we have." He said. Sora eyed him, more interested this time. She had finally got his attention to what she wanted. "I think we can become great partners. After all an assassin and thief is always welcome to our business society." He said. Sora leaned against the chair in a less feminine way. "Then the deal is on?" she asked.

Hiroshi leaned against his chair too. Meanwhile, the waitress appeared. "What would you like to have?" he asked. Hiroshi smiled at her. "Whatever the lady desires." He replied. The waitress then turned his attention to Sora. She looked into the menu and asked one of the several plates that were in it, not really caring which one. At the moment her only worry was the deal. The waitress left noting her reply.

Sora turned her attention to the blue eyed putting her elbows over the table. He followed her movements and put his over the table as well. "The deal is on, doll." He replied. "Don't call me doll." Sora replied coldly as she sat back again. He watched her every movement as he felt the heat spreading over him.

"Now, that we are business's partners, what about knowing each other a little more." He asked as he put his hand over hers that was still over the table. Sora made the hugest effort not to take her hand back and slap him for touching her, but she needed him to trust her, and maybe that was the quickest way to do it. She approached taking over her role as Yori Katsumi, and put her other hand over his. "Yeah, let's know each other a little more.

Hiroshi watched confused as the girl before him changed her attitude and behaviour like the winter wind changed direction. He found her very mysterious and that attracted him, but he knew he had to be careful or else she would stab a knife on his back the moment she could.

They continued talking about themselves. Sora was astonished with herself with the easiness she could make up things and lie to the guy. And he believed every little crap. They ate the food that Sora found to be very good, since she had picked it completely for luck. She kept her eyes over the food as she felt Hiroshi's gaze over her and that annoyed her. She tried to ignore it, but it was kind of hard since he was straight in front of her and every time she rose her head to drink her beer or something she could see him staring.

"You have beautiful eyes." He said as they ended the meal and were now walking outside again. Sora bit her lip. "Thanks." She replied. She felt him approaching her and putting his hands around her waist. Her heart started beating harder and a flash appeared in her head of a brown haired guy wrapping her in his arms. She pulled his hands away. "I have to go." She replied. Hiroshi eyed her suspicious. He was really trying to understand her, but he simply couldn't as one moment she was colder than ice, and then she showed herself interested and open to him.

He nodded and watched her as she walked away. Sora wanted to run as fast as she could, but she needed to remain calm not showing how desperate she was. She started pacing quicker as she stepped away from Hiroshi. Then she stopped at an alley. She leaned against the walls and allowed two tears to roll down her face. She wiped them away, as she slapped herself mentally. She just couldn't stop thinking about him, could she? She remembered every little detail of that afternoon. She remembered the warm embrace of his arms, the softness of his skin and the taste of his lips touching hers. But what she hated more, was the fact that she liked it. She had liked it and she wanted more. She sat on the hard floor.

Dark clouds started showing themselves, sailing in front of the beautiful moon. She just couldn't care less. All that she cared for now, was that guy. She longed for the moment their lips closed each other together again. But at the same time, she hated everything that had to do with him, and hated the fact that he had kissed her. She was confused. She didn't want to love him, but at the same time, she wished he was the one guy that would never hurt her, that would do anything for her. She wished he was her prince. She shook her head and whipped another couple of tears that were trying their ways down her face.

"Get real girl. There's noe enchanting princess and shining armour princes." She replied to herself. "Get up, and whip your tears. You promised you wouldn't cry for another man and you'll not." And she stood up and walked away in the darkness.

The clouds in the sky had completely taken over it and covered the moon that shone above in it. Taichi watched the clouds with his eyes staring at the sky. Yamato followed him. They entered the cafeteria. "It's going to rain hard tonight." A waitress said as she walked by the two guys. Taichi and Yamato smiled at her as she started taking the dirty stuff off of the table.

She wore a blue sleeveless shirt with the white apron on the top of it. Her purple hair fell to her shoulder, thought a ribbon kept most of them on the top of her head, not allowing it to fall to her eyes. She put all the stuff in a board that she carried in her hands and walked beyond the count.

"Hey, Miyako." Yamato greeted the girl. "Bring us two coffees and two donuts." He asked. Miyako immediately started doing what they had asked her. Taichi stared out the window and it started raining. At the first there were only soft rain drops falling calmly from the sky, as they had all the time in the world, but then it turned to a convulsive rain, that take everything in front of her. He watched as some people tried to get away of it, some of them entering Miyako's cafeteria.

Yamato watched the girl as she arranged their demands inside the board. There was also another guy with her, with short dark hair. He worked on the coffee machine. Sometime he could see him looking to Miyako, but she didn't pay him the sliest attention. She got their donuts and coffees ready and walk towards them. She shouldn't be much older then his brother Takeru and Taichi's sister, Hikari. But she was quite tall and had an old appearance.

She walked to them and put the coffees over the table. "So, how's Ken?" he asked her. She looked behind her to her husband on the coffee machine and sighed. Yamato motioned her to sit. Miyako looked around before she did, to see if there were any more customers. As she saw none, she sat. meanwhile Ken, the dark haired had walked to the storage to get something.

"He still has that drinking problem, you know?" she sighed. "Yesterday, he arrived very late and completely drunk. I don't blame him, but he really needs help and he cannot admit it." Yamato listened to his friend.

----Flashback----

"Calling for anyone in the 2b block. Over." A voice called. "Car 1726 driving by the area. Over." Yamato replied into the communicator. "We have domestic violence of third degree. Can you reply? Over.".

Sora drove as fast as she could to the indicated address. She rushed out of the car along with Yamato and climbed the stairs in a quick pass. They knocked on the door but as no one answered, they kicked down the door and entered. Inside was a purple haired woman. Her husband was on one corner smashing some bottles and vases. The woman remained silent as she watched the officers got to her.

Sora motioned Yamato to look after the woman, but he refused to do it, watching the hate in her eyes, he knew she would probably beat up the guy. She agreed though not in easy mood as she helped Miyako to walk to the sofa.

Yamato went up to the guy and saw him crying. He walked him off the house. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He replied as he hid his face behind his hands.

----End Of Flashback----

"Did he hit you?" Yamato asked. Ken entered the cafeteria common room again and watched his wife talking with Yamato. He slapped himself mentally for his action the day before. He walked with his head down like he was ashamed. Yamato could tell everything that had happened just by his actions. He sighed as he looked to the one that had become his friend since that day.

Miyako looked down not really wanting to face Yamato's stare. Taichi though remained in completely silence eating his morning lunch, almost breakfast, since it was four in the morning. Yamato understood his actions. He hadn't been there in that day to see how Miyako was hurt or how upset was Ken for his actions. In fact he always regretted for his actions.

Yamato stood up and walked towards Ken, who was mirroring with a sad look on his face. Miyako managed to grab Yamato's arm before he could get too far from the table. She stood up and whispered to his ear. "Please, leave it, Yamato." She asked. Yamato looked at her and then to Ken again. He sighed and sat back down.

"If he hurts you again, I'll tell Sora." He smirked. "You know how pissed off she'll be. She kick the hell out of him." He replied. Miyako smiled knowing too well how Sora reacted to domestic violence, but then again, she acted like that towards any violence against woman or children. She had told Miyako once that she should learn karate in order to protect herself. At the time, she had laughed from the idea, but sometimes she wished she had taken the advice.

She stood and walked to her husband that only lowered his head at her passage, murmuring something. Yamato watched Taichi as he took a sip of his coffee. He was happy to see him happy. He knew Taichi hadn't face Megumi's betrayed easily, though he always acted though around them. But still, he knew somehow Sora would hurt him, and on the way she would get hurt as well, and he was afraid of that. He knew her too well. And Taichi wasn't an easy guy either.

Hikari rolled on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She sighed as she watched her clock. Too early to go to work, but still she couldn't go to sleep. She looked to her side. A blond haired guy lied on her next pillow. She crossed her fingers through his hair feeling how soft and warm it was. She watched Takeru as he slept so peacefully as a child. She had no doubt that this was going to be the man whom she will live her life. She smiled as he smiled too, probably having a good dream.

She leaned closer to him and kissed his lips slightly like a butterfly kissing a flower. Then she put her feet of the bed and stepped into the warm carpet. She walked to her closet and picked up her robe with which she covered her naked body. She took another look to her soon to be husband, lying on the bed. He turned and smiled as he grabbed her pillow and pulled it closer to him. She giggled at the thought that he might be thinking he's holding her.

She stepped into their bathroom. The robe fell to the ground as the young lady entered the shower. She closed the doors and opened the faucet open and allowed the warm water falling on her. She closed her eyes, felling the cleaning sensation of the water in contact with her skin.

Takeru turned again and his closed eyes met the window. A soft light entered his eyes and he slowly opened them. He stared at the window, seeing the rain dropping heavily outside. He turned around with a smile as he tried to reach Hikari's body with his arms, but all he met was the pillow he had been holding. He looked around surprised and then to the watch, allowing himself to fall to the bed again, staring at the ceiling.

He stepped off the bed and walked towards the bathroom where he could hear the water falling from the shower. As he did so, the water stopped. He opened the door staring at the beautiful figure of his soon to be wife. He smiled.

Hikari grabbed a towel and dried her soft, fragile brown light hair with it. The she wrapped it around her and turned only to met Takeru's embrace. She kissed his lips as she allowed her hands to travel through his bare chest. "Already done, love?" he asked. She smiled. "I was hopping you would wash my back." He said as he pushed her into the shower again. She turned and ran from him.

"No, no, Mister Takeru Takashi. You must learn to wash your back on your own." She said. Takeru grabbed her arm and made a puppy look. "Besides I've got work to do." She replied getting away from him and closing the bathroom door behind her. Takeru watched as the door closed and sighed, convinced he would have to wash his own back this time.

Hikari entered their room and started dressing herself. She wore a pair of white socks with a light pink skirt and a jacket, as well as her usual scarf. She looked around their messy room. Seeing all the clothes spread over the floor she started picking them up with a smiled spreading over her face as she thought about the nasty things she had made the last night with Takeru.

She made some breakfast for her and Takeru and started eating. Takeru entered the kitchen a few minutes after with his normal clothes. His snickers, chemise and pants and his coat over his shoulder. She watched his hair. She just loved his hair. He was so sunny that even in a dark rainy day like this one she could fell the sun shining above them.

He sat by her side as they both started eating. "You were fast this morning." She replied noticing he had taken much less time then he usually did to take his bath. Takeru smirked. "It wasn't so fun, without you washing my back." He replied. Hikari blushed slightly. They continued eating, because there were no words that could replace the looks that they launch each other. It was like thins since they were little kids. Every time they were together, they only had eyes for each other. Of course they had their little fights like any good friends but they always ended up well.

Hikari remembered Taichi and Yamato teasing them for having eyes only to each other. It was of everyone's knowledge that when Hikari and Takeru were staring at each other, they couldn't hear anything else or see. It was know too that by the time, they were plotting up some new plan about some devious act.

When they finished eating, Takeru helped Hikari with the dishes into the washing machine. Then he passionately kissed her and left to work. Hikari sighed as she looked over to the tons of papers she had over her table. Tons of paper work to do, and nonetheless none of them was even a bit interesting. She just wished she had a great scoop, so her reputation as a photographer and reporter as well, were finally recognized.

Sora ran as fast as she could upstairs to the police department floor. She entered the full room, since there was time to pass the watch and headed straight to Koushiro's cabinet. He let out a little scream as he saw the crimson eyed entering his office in such a hurry. "Shit, Sora. You scared the hell out of me." He replied regaining his lost breath. Sora looked over to the window and hurried to close the curtains. Koushiro sighed.

"Oh no! What is it this time?" he replied as he sat back on his chair. She smirked. "I need your help." She replied. "Where's Jyou?" "He went to the lab to pick up some analyses I think." Koushiro replied. He saw the satisfaction look over Sora's face and he prepared himself for whatever she was thinking of, which couldn't be good, since it was Sora he was talking about. She always had the craziest ideas. Like the last one, about undercover without anyone's knowledge and besides she made him promise he would be tomb, not telling anyone unless she was in danger.

But the fact was that she was always endangered. Hanging around with dangerous crooks like she did all the times. "What is it this time?" he asked leaning back on his chair. Sora picked the chair in front of his desk and turned her attention to the computer. She picked a disk. "Can you make a program that copies data but doesn't allow the computer to make a trail on our actions?"

Koushiro looked to her and then to disk and then back again to her. He could see the hope rising in her eyes as she talked. Sometimes she just looked like a child, full of happiness and longing for adventure. That was the Sora he had known for so many years when they were young but then something that not even he knew had happened and she had become the cold person most of the people knew now. He could almost remember her happy giggles as he, she and Daisuke built their first fort.

They had always had lots of things in common but he wasn't her best friend. Her best friend was Daisuke. He knew she trusted him the most and he knew what had made Sora become so cold and distant but like always he couldn't tell him cause Sora had made him promise and no one had enough guts to break a promise to her.

He remembered their school times when he and Sora played cops with Daisuke. Daisuke and Sora were neighbourhoods and childhood friends, but Koushiro had come a few years later and he lived three blocks away from them, so they weren't so close. He was Sora's friend, but Daisuke was undoubtedly the one she trusted the most her deepest secrets.

"Yes, I can do it." He replied with a smile. He would do almost anything to see his friend smile truly and deeply again. "You're the greatest." She said as she jumped from her sit. But then she became serious again. "Can you have it for tonight?" she asked. Koushiro nodded and she exited his office blinking at him. He sighed. "Goody, more work for me." He murmured as he stood up and opened the curtains that Sora had left open.

She walked downstairs with her cold old self until she bumped into someone. "Hey, watch where you going." She replied rather coldly as always, but as she raised her head she met up with Mimi. The other woman looked surprised but happy to see her there. Sora sighed, knowing almost too well what was going to happen next.

"Hello, Sora. What're you doing here? I thought you were in a little `vacations´ if you know what I mean." Mimi replied as she dragged Sora over to her office. She always did that when Sora could make the excuse she had to work or that she had to go somewhere. But Mimi always discovered when she was lying so with time she learned the only way to get away from her was really not bumping into her. She cursed under her breath as Mimi dragged into the office and made her sit in the well to known large shrink's couch.

"I was wanting to talk to you, but you disconnected your phone." Mimi continued as she walked to her desk and picked a notebook that had Sora's name written on the hill. Sora sighed. That was going to be a long morning.

Taichi walked in the police departments' building. He held his umbrella close to him and was closing it, but by the looks that both him and Yamato had, their umbrellas weren't making much difference outside. Yamato's blond hair felt to his face all soaked and even his police outfit was wet, even with his castrate raincoat.

His friend was a lot worse since he was the one driving and so he had to go park the car while he left Yamato at the front door. Taichi's chocolate brown hair fell to his face and some raindrops fell over its cheeks. His usually messy spiked hair was now soaked and blocked his view. He passed his fingers through his hair and sighed. He put down the umbrella that was too soaking and had already wetted the all floor around it.

They both stepped into the elevator. "That was a lot of rain." Yamato replied as he tried to comb his hair in the elevator's mirror. Taichi though didn't even try to comb his cause he knew it would be impossible. His hair could be nastier than a girls' hair after raining. Every time he washed his hair he had to put conditioner in it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to put a comb on it.

"Yeah, that was pretty sudden." Taichi replied. It wasn't raining anymore when they left Miyako's cafeteria but just as they were finishing the shift, the rain started dropping heavily again. They entered the common room where several other cops were wetting the floor as well, while the cleaning woman watched them with homicide eyes, holding a bucket and a broom.

Everyone was annoyed by the sudden rain though it was her time and they sure needed rain, since the last summer had been drier than the Sara desert. Taichi sat at his desk and started filling all the boring reports that they had to, about incidents and the shift itself. He hated that part. That was mainly why he had chosen to work in murder department cause they only had to fill on papers after all the investigation was done, but doing it every single morning was the more boring thing.

Yamato went to the bathroom and combed his hair properly. He smiled at his reflection, but he was not quite seeing himself but the reflection of a memory of his love. He put the comb back on its original place inside his pocket and walked off to the psychology department. He couldn't wait any longer to see her.

He stopped at her office's door and was about to knock when he heard a familiar voice coming from inside it. He could distinguish easily two women's voices talking. One of them was Mimi's. Her soft, caressing voice was unmistakable, but the other was rude, cold. It seemed like Sora's voice. Though he knew it was not nice to listen behind door he remained there listening to their conversation.

"Common Sora. If you don't do it for yourself do it for me then." Mimi cried to her friend. Sora stood her ground. "No. I will not let you in my head. I told you several time: I don't need any help of any kind. I'm perfectly fine." She replied as she walked from one way to the other in Mimi's office. Mimi was still behind her desk and was trying desperately to make Sora understand how important it would be for her to make an hypnosis test, but Sora was too stubborn and wouldn't accept that she had a problem.

"I know something happened to you." Mimi shouted stepping from behind the desk and walking towards Sora. She looked at her in the eyes. "I know your father did something to you, Sora. I just want to understand how you feel and try to make you forget." She replied grabbing her shoulders.

Sora freed herself from Mimi's grip. "Nothing happened in my past. I don't know where you got that idea, but nothing happened, okay?" her voice changed into a whisper, like she was afraid she was being heard like in fact she was. It wasn't the same cold, distant voice of the Sora that Mimi had known. It was a different Sora. Her voice cracked into a feared and child tone.

Mimi watched this change in amazement. In her mind she could only see she had taken another step into Sora's rehabilitation. Interiorly she smiled and congratulated herself for not giving her hopes on Sora.

Sora walked towards the door. Her eyes met Mimi's for only a second, but in that single moment she spoke, Mimi could feel the sorrow and pain in her voice reflecting in her hurt eyes. Sora turned the handle and opened the door. "Look Mimi. I… really have to go." She said as she left.

Yamato watched surprised as his fearless partner walked off the office made in pieces. Sora didn't even see him as she quickened her pace towards the elevator. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears that she didn't allow falling from them. But in the moment she walked off the building they fell freely through her darkened face along with the raindrops that still bathed the Earth.

Mimi allowed her boyfriend in. She could read in his that there were questions he wanted her to answer. But before he could even articulate a word she locked the office's door and pushed him against it kissing him passionately. Yamato was surprised by her sudden action but it didn't take him long to reply with all his heart to her kiss. He brushed his lips against hers in a ritual of passion and love bursting between the two lovers.

Taichi yawned as he dropped the pen into the desk. He stretched his arms in a catlike manner. His long raincoat hanging in the chair felt to the ground as he stood and a disk dropped out of the pocket. He ducked to pick up the disk and smiled to it. Hikari had said that it would tell him about Sora's past. He looked around. All the cops were busy with their own stuff to spy on whatever he might be doing.

He picked his raincoat and went over to Yamato's computer. He inserted the disk and made the files run through the computer. He watched as several newspapers' articles talked about the amazing girl of Odaiba's high that had the best grades ever in the school. He saw her end of year course book. He watched all the photos one by one.

His eyes flew suddenly to a red headed guy in one of the pictures. "What do we have here?" he replied more to himself then to anyone else as he watched some more photos of Sora in her sport class and with some classmates. He could easily see that there were two guys that always were around her. Both of them had reddish hair, one of them more red and the other more brown.

He turned his eyes from the computer to the office were a very busy Koushiro worked over his computer.

Sora walked under the rain for several hours, allowing it to soak her to her bones. She stopped at a bench and sat there just staring at no place in particular. She could feel the drops falling to her face, but more than raindrops she could feel her own tears running through her face as well.

`Why? Why do I have to think about it everyday?´ the question was an old one, but the answer was hid inside her, too deep for her to find.

Suddenly the rain stopped or so she thought since there were no more raindrops falling down on her. But as she looked in front of her, she could see the rain still dropping. She looked to her side and saw Daisuke sitting there with an umbrella over both their heads. He smiled as he pushed her head into his shoulders.

Sora felt his warm embrace and accepted it. He was really the only men she could still trust. She allowed herself to cry on his shoulder as he wrapped her in a friendly hug.