Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Human Mind ❯ One-Shot
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By: The Last Face 
The Human Mind want most that which it cannot have. This adage describes T.K.'s position to a 't'.
Molestation, T.K./Kari
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.19.2003 | Updated On: 01.19.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
The Human Mind want most that which it cannot have. This adage describes T.K.'s position to a 't'.
Molestation, T.K./Kari
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.19.2003 | Updated On: 01.19.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
Just for the record, yes, I am insane. Very insane.
The Human Mind
By: The Last Face
The human mind wants most what it cannot have.
As the author sits here retelling this tale, looking at the stub of a Three Musketeers and wondering weather to nibble or eat it in one bite, he wonders also as to who first told that famous truth. It's one of those truths that hover beneath the surface of conscious thought, breaking into the light when they are need and plunging back again after a moment, like a jumping dolphin. Or in the case of the author's mind, a breaching whale. This thought, coupled with a few experiences in his life, has created a splash that sent ripples to all corners of conscious thought. Unfortunately, the entities known as Takeguru and Hikari, in almost all of their many existences firmly and deeply in love, were unaware of this. The existence of these fictional characters is endless. They go from one path of life to another, skipping back and forth, one day in Tokyo, the next in America, one day in love with each other, the next day torn away. T.K. thrown off to Yamato or Yo-Lei. Hikari thrown to Mimi or Davis. Yet they always reunite. This story is a sort of those stories, but a plank in the bridge of their near-life, yet one fraught with peril. This story pips them away from each other in so many strange ways, though it accepts that soon, very soon, after all the events are over they will return to each other and forgive the events that happened. That is the way of fictional life.
You are thinking: 'Say WHAT?' or something along the lines thereof. Ah, screw it. On to the fic!
(I scarfed that Three Musketeers bar, by the way.)
"Hi, Kari." "Hi T.K."
They exchanged hellos as they walked down the hall. Unbeknownst to them, days from now Digimon would reenter their lives. But now it was merely a childhood memory, like ice cream on summer days and your father pushing you on a swing as you laughed and the sunlight played upon the trees in the way only small children see it. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Screw that fact that in Episode 1 T.K. is just transferring to Kari's school.) However, T.K. thought, today would be different. In math, he knew he failed the test he finished. In world history, he knew that his calligraphy was illegible (Who in their right mind cares about ancient leaders of the Hawaiian Islands anyway? A bunch of tropical pacifists with too few letters in their alphabet. All that mattered there were tourists coming in from the United States and pretending to surf. He loathed American tourists. Americans were okay, but once in other countries they were a bunch of self- righteous overbearing egotistical bigots.) T.K. sighed and went back to his work, tying to keep his mind on his work. He had a seat by the window, and by some act of God it had a fantastic view of the school grounds, dominated by it's famous volleyball cort. Grass, flowers that bounced back after every stray ball, a net stretched perfectly at 90 degree angles, wooden posts... it may be the world's only beautiful volleyball court. By an act of Satan, his World History period coincided with Kari's Athletic period. She was always out there practicing. Sometimes she would dive for the ball and T.K. would swear he caught a fleeting glimpse of... but was never truly sure. One day she had seen him watching. She looked up at him, smiled and waved. His heart had suddenly pounded. The way she looked up at him... how the light had bounced off the tiny droplets of sweat on her brow and accented her beauty, the yellow shirt with the school's logo on the fron and blue shorts. Being on the second floor of the school, any student behind him would have to see through a massive oak tree to see the court, but he had been positioned at just the right window, so looking down a branch or two might obscure his vision. T.K. waved back... "Hikari Kamiya! Keep your eye on the ball!" Kari turned away from him and looked at her coach. The ball came over the net and slammed her across the side of the head. She cried out and T.K. was halfway from his desk before she joined in laughing with everyone around her. T.K. smiled and settled back in his desk. "Watching the clouds?" Mrs. Fujikawa asked, leaning over T.K.'s desk. "Uhh, yes Ma'am!"
"I see."
She looked out the window. "The girl's volleyball team? T.K., I'm surprised at you."
"T.K. turned beet red. The other boys around him began to chuckle, and vainly tried to supress it. T.K. sank low in his desk.
"Detention."
But that had been a while ago. Now the window was shut and he had a seat in the back corner of the room, as far away from the window as possible. He was lucky she didn't make him wear a conical hat with PERVERT written on it in red ink.
"And class, your homework will be to write an essay on what if the Hawaiian Islands had decided to attempt conquest of the Pacific and how it would affect the world today. 'Like they ever would.' Thought T.K.
BRIIIIIIIIING!
The final bell of the day. T.K.'s hands shook as they operated his locker, he broke out into a sweat as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and glanced around. Kari's locker was just down the hall, neat and organized with a mirror on the back wall and a mock 'Big Brother Is Watching You' poster he had drawn in art class after she'd told him about some book she had read in her advanced placement language class. He was glad she'd kept it. Walking over to her, he tried to act normal but was far from it. His heart pounded. He leaned on the locker next to hers, so she didn't see him until she closed her own. "Oh, Hi T.K!" she said, smiling at her friend. T.K. had gone over this a thousand times. He would be suave, cool, but gentle. He'd be... "T.K.? What's on your mind?"
He realized he'd leaned over slightly in concentration and was holding his hands to his temples.
"Oooookay..." he exhaled. "Yes? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Great. I thought-"T.K. cut her off.
"Iwaswonderingifyoucouldmaybepleasegooutwithmesomewhereanywhe resolongaswe'retogether!"
Kari looked at him strangely. "I'm sorry..."
T.K.'s heart went through the floor.
"...I'm already dating Lukav. But we're still friends, right?"
The Russian guy?
"Right." T.K. needed to sit down.
"Me and Tai are having a party Friday, though. Our parents will be out of town. Wanna' come?"
"Sure!" he said, holding back emotions.
"I'll see you there?"
"I'll be there." T.K. managed to hold back tears until he was out of her sight. When he got home he sat at his desk and cried.
The human mind wants most what it cannot have.
Days later, T.K. found himself on Tai's parents' bedroom floor. The party had been great, with drinks and food and anime. And Kari. T.K. had managed to avoid Kari all week, taking the long way to class, losing himself in the crowd, but at the party she had been there on the couch between Mimi and Sora, eating popcorn and laughing when Asuka beat up yet another perverted loser. She was so beautiful when she laughed. T.K. averted his eyes when Tai looked at him. Eventually, with help from Matt, they convinced Tai to turn the party into a sleep over. Tai was in his room, presumably asleep. That's what T.K. hoped. Matt was sprawled on the couch, Sora nestled in his arms. He thought that they were still awake, whispering lovers' secrets while Izzy snored, passed out over his computer. T.K. lay awake on top of his sleeping bag, watching the rise and fall of Kari/s chest, listening to her breath. The gentle whispers, sighs of the one he loved. He did love her. Over and over he loved her. He finally decided she was thoroughly asleep and stood, towering over her frail body. She was turned away from him and the moonlight illuminated her face. A strand of hair had found it's way to the corner of her mouth and he reached to brush it away... and paused, his hand centimeters from her mouth. Should he touch her at all? It's not as if he was doing anything wrong... he pinched the tiny strand between his thumb and forefinger and let it drop on her cheek. He used the back of his hand to brush it behind her ear. She stirred and rolled over towards him. He froze and his hand played across her face, quite by accident. Still asleep, she reached a hand up and took his in hers, then a second hand took his and she pulled it to her neck, bringing her chin down on his wrist. T.K.'s breathing quickened. The girl he loved, completely unaware she was doing so, was holding his hand. He knelt by the bed and looked her in the face. Then, he leaned over her and whispered in her ear: "I love you, Hikari Takemura."He paused and added...
"I love you more than this earth. I love you more than myself; I love you more than laughter or joy. I would give up anything just to hold you in my arms."
'Well, then, hold her.' A part of him said.
'She'll never know. She's asleep. Put your arms around her.'
'But it's wrong.' Another part of him said.
'What's wrong or right? You take what you want if it's given to you. Look at her body, so beautiful...'
'What about Tai?
'What about Tai?'
'What about Lukav?'
'What about Lukav?'
'Lukav is six feet tall and has friends.'
'Don't you know all Russians have no courage.'
'I don't want to do this.'
'Well I do!'T.K. was between the proverbial angel and devil on his shoulder, arguing back and forth. T.K. didn't care. Shamefully, he removed his hand from hers and waited a moment to see if she stirred. When she didn't, he reached beneath the covers and wrapped his arms around her. He planted a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth, causing her to turn away from him again. He froze again and waited. She still wasn't awake. When settled around her again, still kneeling on the floor, his hands came upon her breasts.
'Why stop with an embrace?' That dark part of him thought.
'No no no no no!'
'You want to.'
'NO!'
'You want to.'
'But it's horrible!'
'So what?'
T.K., almost shamefully, reached down to her belly. She slept in her clothes, that same shirt he'd seen her in a dozen times. Now, he reached it's hem. He ran his hand across her navel for a moment.
'If Tai saw this...'
Then snaked it up her shirt, fingers feeling her ribs and advancing centimeter by centimeter until reaching their goal. That soft flesh, gentle just around the edges. He felt the tight edges of her bra and, after a moment's hestitation, ran his hand across the cloth-covered globe, barely feeling the soft nipple beneath the oppressive garment. He cupped it in his hand, then, feeling more bold, returned to immediately below it and pressed down on the flesh just beneath the edge, creating a tiny gap he forced one finger into, then the next and with some measure of giddiness soon forced his hand over her breast. Dear Jesus Christ! He was touching Kari's breast! He'd dreamed of this moment! Under different circumstances, still, but... He ran his hand over the nipple and areola, tracing a delicate path over it. She stirred and his hand was back at his side like lightning. He ducked to the side of the bed. She grunted slightly and got comfortable again before lying still. T.K. eased up over the bed again, silently maneuvering his left hand beneath the covers. His manner was that of a burglar who, knowing the door was unlocked and the occupants of a target weren't home, felt free to move about, yet always remained on the lookout for a car in the driveway. He moved his hand across her waist and along the strip of flesh between her shirt and the waistband of her... another thought struck him.
'Oh no...'
'Oh yes...'
'Not that, please. This is disgusting.'
'Do it now.'
T.K., knowing in the back of his mind how terrible this was, moved his hand beneath the elastic waistband and moved on for a second until his fingers came to... yes... panties! T.K. checked his pulse with his free hand to make sure he was still alive. His fingers went across the undergarment and felt the valley beneath it's hem.
'Oh... my... God...' The soft cloth held behind it something Takeguru wanted deeply. He continued until he came to her slightly spread legs, the lace elastic bands holding those passages of entry tightly shut. His index and small fingers caressed her thighs before he moved back up and reach the hem of her undergarment.
'I'm actually going to do this...' he thought, before, using the same method as on her breasts, forced his middle finger down her panties. The rest of his hand followed, moving little bit by little bit until it reached her tiny cleft. He reached over it, slowly, a flurry of emotions saying to go fast and take it or at least be slow and cautious about this... he rubbed his finger across her nether regions and took in a breath before plunging his middle finger into her vagina. It was completely dry, though the friction seemed not to bother either of the two teens. He moved his finger in and out of her, not really in and out, but more rocking since the friction did inhibit somewhat. He took another deep breath before using his index and ring fingers to spread her apart as best he could and plunged his finger deep, deep inside her until he hit resistance. At that time he thought it to be bone, but on later speculation he was sure it had been her hymen. Of course it had been, right? It wasn't likely she'd... The thought of Lukav naked was just gross. He turned his mind back to more pressing matters. After rocking in and out of her a few more times, he had a revelation.
'WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?!'
He had his hand in the girl he loved's pants. He was doing something punishable by jail and a sign in your yard reading 'registered sex offender'. Pull yourself together and stop this insanity before she...
'Unnh...'
T.K. pulled his hand from her nether regions and hit the deck. Pretending to be asleep, he listened as her feet swung over and hit the floor next to him. He hugged his pillow tightly.
'Ididn'tmeantopleasedon'tscreamortellTaiorMattoranyonepleasepl easejustgoback tosleepI'llneverdoitagain...'
T.K. wanted to cry again. He listened to Kari's footfalls as she walked in the hallway... To Tai's room...
'Ohnoohpleasegodno...'
Past Tai's room... Into the living room...
'NotMatthe'lllkillmebecausehe'smybrotherandhe'ssupposedtoteachm enottodothisandthenhe'llbeintrouble...'
Past the couch, into the kitchen, opened a cupboard. There was the clink of glass and the sound of a faucet.
'Just a drink of water...'
T.K. exhaled, seeming to let go of any energy he had in him. He heard Kari set the glass down and stop. She didn't move, from what he could hear. Nothing.
'She's deciding what to do...'
Kari walked back in and lay down in the bed again as if nothing had ever happened. T.K. finally let go and hugged his pillow before drifting off.
Kari had had the strangest dream. She was in a field of flowers with Lukav, who she didn't really love. She was waiting for the right guy. Lukav was supposed to help her along...
"Kari, grab on!"
Like a dream inside a dream, the words rang in her head. Where had they come from?
"Don't let me fall!"
That was her voice...
"Kari, are you all right?" Lukav's deep words asked her.
"I'm fine." She replied. Then, she saw through the flowers and grass was T.K., smiling, and for the first time she realized how beautiful he was, his hair that she wanted to run her hands through... It had been his voice... He'd never let her go, would he? That moment in the final battle with Piedmon, when they'd been just kids...
"I love you, Hikari Takemura..."
Lukav disappeared somehow, as things seem to do in dreams.
"I love you more than this earth. I love you more than myself; I love you more than laughter or joy. I would give up anything just to hold you in my arms..."
T.K.... Loved her... She was loved. Not just liked by a Russian boxer, but loved by a childhood friend... she was in T.K.'s arms and the dream was over. She awoke and walked past a sleeping T.K. (He twitched oddly as she passed) and tried to adjust her undergarments. They'd gotten strangely out of alignment and were quite uncomfortable. She poured herself a glass of water and thought. She really did have feelings for T.K. She made a decision. Tomorrow she would tell Lukav it was over. She thought he'd been cheating on her with some other girl, maybe the chess whiz Nonami, for some time, anyway. Then she'd apologize to T.K. She must have broken his heart. She climbed back into again and drifted off to sleep.
And so our story ends. I had not the heart to make the ending sad, maybe on a bad day I'll go back and change it. But for now, the camera zooms out from an overhead view of the future couple, to a view of the apartment complex as it begins to rain, then to Tokyo itself, with it's blinking lights and businessmen carrying umbrellas about, oblivious to the events that unfolded nearby. Kari and T.K. continue on the their next existence in the next story. As for me, (Yawns) I'm going to bed.
FIN'. Now go away. You sicken me.
The Human Mind
By: The Last Face
The human mind wants most what it cannot have.
As the author sits here retelling this tale, looking at the stub of a Three Musketeers and wondering weather to nibble or eat it in one bite, he wonders also as to who first told that famous truth. It's one of those truths that hover beneath the surface of conscious thought, breaking into the light when they are need and plunging back again after a moment, like a jumping dolphin. Or in the case of the author's mind, a breaching whale. This thought, coupled with a few experiences in his life, has created a splash that sent ripples to all corners of conscious thought. Unfortunately, the entities known as Takeguru and Hikari, in almost all of their many existences firmly and deeply in love, were unaware of this. The existence of these fictional characters is endless. They go from one path of life to another, skipping back and forth, one day in Tokyo, the next in America, one day in love with each other, the next day torn away. T.K. thrown off to Yamato or Yo-Lei. Hikari thrown to Mimi or Davis. Yet they always reunite. This story is a sort of those stories, but a plank in the bridge of their near-life, yet one fraught with peril. This story pips them away from each other in so many strange ways, though it accepts that soon, very soon, after all the events are over they will return to each other and forgive the events that happened. That is the way of fictional life.
You are thinking: 'Say WHAT?' or something along the lines thereof. Ah, screw it. On to the fic!
(I scarfed that Three Musketeers bar, by the way.)
"Hi, Kari." "Hi T.K."
They exchanged hellos as they walked down the hall. Unbeknownst to them, days from now Digimon would reenter their lives. But now it was merely a childhood memory, like ice cream on summer days and your father pushing you on a swing as you laughed and the sunlight played upon the trees in the way only small children see it. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Screw that fact that in Episode 1 T.K. is just transferring to Kari's school.) However, T.K. thought, today would be different. In math, he knew he failed the test he finished. In world history, he knew that his calligraphy was illegible (Who in their right mind cares about ancient leaders of the Hawaiian Islands anyway? A bunch of tropical pacifists with too few letters in their alphabet. All that mattered there were tourists coming in from the United States and pretending to surf. He loathed American tourists. Americans were okay, but once in other countries they were a bunch of self- righteous overbearing egotistical bigots.) T.K. sighed and went back to his work, tying to keep his mind on his work. He had a seat by the window, and by some act of God it had a fantastic view of the school grounds, dominated by it's famous volleyball cort. Grass, flowers that bounced back after every stray ball, a net stretched perfectly at 90 degree angles, wooden posts... it may be the world's only beautiful volleyball court. By an act of Satan, his World History period coincided with Kari's Athletic period. She was always out there practicing. Sometimes she would dive for the ball and T.K. would swear he caught a fleeting glimpse of... but was never truly sure. One day she had seen him watching. She looked up at him, smiled and waved. His heart had suddenly pounded. The way she looked up at him... how the light had bounced off the tiny droplets of sweat on her brow and accented her beauty, the yellow shirt with the school's logo on the fron and blue shorts. Being on the second floor of the school, any student behind him would have to see through a massive oak tree to see the court, but he had been positioned at just the right window, so looking down a branch or two might obscure his vision. T.K. waved back... "Hikari Kamiya! Keep your eye on the ball!" Kari turned away from him and looked at her coach. The ball came over the net and slammed her across the side of the head. She cried out and T.K. was halfway from his desk before she joined in laughing with everyone around her. T.K. smiled and settled back in his desk. "Watching the clouds?" Mrs. Fujikawa asked, leaning over T.K.'s desk. "Uhh, yes Ma'am!"
"I see."
She looked out the window. "The girl's volleyball team? T.K., I'm surprised at you."
"T.K. turned beet red. The other boys around him began to chuckle, and vainly tried to supress it. T.K. sank low in his desk.
"Detention."
But that had been a while ago. Now the window was shut and he had a seat in the back corner of the room, as far away from the window as possible. He was lucky she didn't make him wear a conical hat with PERVERT written on it in red ink.
"And class, your homework will be to write an essay on what if the Hawaiian Islands had decided to attempt conquest of the Pacific and how it would affect the world today. 'Like they ever would.' Thought T.K.
BRIIIIIIIIING!
The final bell of the day. T.K.'s hands shook as they operated his locker, he broke out into a sweat as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and glanced around. Kari's locker was just down the hall, neat and organized with a mirror on the back wall and a mock 'Big Brother Is Watching You' poster he had drawn in art class after she'd told him about some book she had read in her advanced placement language class. He was glad she'd kept it. Walking over to her, he tried to act normal but was far from it. His heart pounded. He leaned on the locker next to hers, so she didn't see him until she closed her own. "Oh, Hi T.K!" she said, smiling at her friend. T.K. had gone over this a thousand times. He would be suave, cool, but gentle. He'd be... "T.K.? What's on your mind?"
He realized he'd leaned over slightly in concentration and was holding his hands to his temples.
"Oooookay..." he exhaled. "Yes? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Great. I thought-"T.K. cut her off.
"Iwaswonderingifyoucouldmaybepleasegooutwithmesomewhereanywhe resolongaswe'retogether!"
Kari looked at him strangely. "I'm sorry..."
T.K.'s heart went through the floor.
"...I'm already dating Lukav. But we're still friends, right?"
The Russian guy?
"Right." T.K. needed to sit down.
"Me and Tai are having a party Friday, though. Our parents will be out of town. Wanna' come?"
"Sure!" he said, holding back emotions.
"I'll see you there?"
"I'll be there." T.K. managed to hold back tears until he was out of her sight. When he got home he sat at his desk and cried.
The human mind wants most what it cannot have.
Days later, T.K. found himself on Tai's parents' bedroom floor. The party had been great, with drinks and food and anime. And Kari. T.K. had managed to avoid Kari all week, taking the long way to class, losing himself in the crowd, but at the party she had been there on the couch between Mimi and Sora, eating popcorn and laughing when Asuka beat up yet another perverted loser. She was so beautiful when she laughed. T.K. averted his eyes when Tai looked at him. Eventually, with help from Matt, they convinced Tai to turn the party into a sleep over. Tai was in his room, presumably asleep. That's what T.K. hoped. Matt was sprawled on the couch, Sora nestled in his arms. He thought that they were still awake, whispering lovers' secrets while Izzy snored, passed out over his computer. T.K. lay awake on top of his sleeping bag, watching the rise and fall of Kari/s chest, listening to her breath. The gentle whispers, sighs of the one he loved. He did love her. Over and over he loved her. He finally decided she was thoroughly asleep and stood, towering over her frail body. She was turned away from him and the moonlight illuminated her face. A strand of hair had found it's way to the corner of her mouth and he reached to brush it away... and paused, his hand centimeters from her mouth. Should he touch her at all? It's not as if he was doing anything wrong... he pinched the tiny strand between his thumb and forefinger and let it drop on her cheek. He used the back of his hand to brush it behind her ear. She stirred and rolled over towards him. He froze and his hand played across her face, quite by accident. Still asleep, she reached a hand up and took his in hers, then a second hand took his and she pulled it to her neck, bringing her chin down on his wrist. T.K.'s breathing quickened. The girl he loved, completely unaware she was doing so, was holding his hand. He knelt by the bed and looked her in the face. Then, he leaned over her and whispered in her ear: "I love you, Hikari Takemura."He paused and added...
"I love you more than this earth. I love you more than myself; I love you more than laughter or joy. I would give up anything just to hold you in my arms."
'Well, then, hold her.' A part of him said.
'She'll never know. She's asleep. Put your arms around her.'
'But it's wrong.' Another part of him said.
'What's wrong or right? You take what you want if it's given to you. Look at her body, so beautiful...'
'What about Tai?
'What about Tai?'
'What about Lukav?'
'What about Lukav?'
'Lukav is six feet tall and has friends.'
'Don't you know all Russians have no courage.'
'I don't want to do this.'
'Well I do!'T.K. was between the proverbial angel and devil on his shoulder, arguing back and forth. T.K. didn't care. Shamefully, he removed his hand from hers and waited a moment to see if she stirred. When she didn't, he reached beneath the covers and wrapped his arms around her. He planted a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth, causing her to turn away from him again. He froze again and waited. She still wasn't awake. When settled around her again, still kneeling on the floor, his hands came upon her breasts.
'Why stop with an embrace?' That dark part of him thought.
'No no no no no!'
'You want to.'
'NO!'
'You want to.'
'But it's horrible!'
'So what?'
T.K., almost shamefully, reached down to her belly. She slept in her clothes, that same shirt he'd seen her in a dozen times. Now, he reached it's hem. He ran his hand across her navel for a moment.
'If Tai saw this...'
Then snaked it up her shirt, fingers feeling her ribs and advancing centimeter by centimeter until reaching their goal. That soft flesh, gentle just around the edges. He felt the tight edges of her bra and, after a moment's hestitation, ran his hand across the cloth-covered globe, barely feeling the soft nipple beneath the oppressive garment. He cupped it in his hand, then, feeling more bold, returned to immediately below it and pressed down on the flesh just beneath the edge, creating a tiny gap he forced one finger into, then the next and with some measure of giddiness soon forced his hand over her breast. Dear Jesus Christ! He was touching Kari's breast! He'd dreamed of this moment! Under different circumstances, still, but... He ran his hand over the nipple and areola, tracing a delicate path over it. She stirred and his hand was back at his side like lightning. He ducked to the side of the bed. She grunted slightly and got comfortable again before lying still. T.K. eased up over the bed again, silently maneuvering his left hand beneath the covers. His manner was that of a burglar who, knowing the door was unlocked and the occupants of a target weren't home, felt free to move about, yet always remained on the lookout for a car in the driveway. He moved his hand across her waist and along the strip of flesh between her shirt and the waistband of her... another thought struck him.
'Oh no...'
'Oh yes...'
'Not that, please. This is disgusting.'
'Do it now.'
T.K., knowing in the back of his mind how terrible this was, moved his hand beneath the elastic waistband and moved on for a second until his fingers came to... yes... panties! T.K. checked his pulse with his free hand to make sure he was still alive. His fingers went across the undergarment and felt the valley beneath it's hem.
'Oh... my... God...' The soft cloth held behind it something Takeguru wanted deeply. He continued until he came to her slightly spread legs, the lace elastic bands holding those passages of entry tightly shut. His index and small fingers caressed her thighs before he moved back up and reach the hem of her undergarment.
'I'm actually going to do this...' he thought, before, using the same method as on her breasts, forced his middle finger down her panties. The rest of his hand followed, moving little bit by little bit until it reached her tiny cleft. He reached over it, slowly, a flurry of emotions saying to go fast and take it or at least be slow and cautious about this... he rubbed his finger across her nether regions and took in a breath before plunging his middle finger into her vagina. It was completely dry, though the friction seemed not to bother either of the two teens. He moved his finger in and out of her, not really in and out, but more rocking since the friction did inhibit somewhat. He took another deep breath before using his index and ring fingers to spread her apart as best he could and plunged his finger deep, deep inside her until he hit resistance. At that time he thought it to be bone, but on later speculation he was sure it had been her hymen. Of course it had been, right? It wasn't likely she'd... The thought of Lukav naked was just gross. He turned his mind back to more pressing matters. After rocking in and out of her a few more times, he had a revelation.
'WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?!'
He had his hand in the girl he loved's pants. He was doing something punishable by jail and a sign in your yard reading 'registered sex offender'. Pull yourself together and stop this insanity before she...
'Unnh...'
T.K. pulled his hand from her nether regions and hit the deck. Pretending to be asleep, he listened as her feet swung over and hit the floor next to him. He hugged his pillow tightly.
'Ididn'tmeantopleasedon'tscreamortellTaiorMattoranyonepleasepl easejustgoback tosleepI'llneverdoitagain...'
T.K. wanted to cry again. He listened to Kari's footfalls as she walked in the hallway... To Tai's room...
'Ohnoohpleasegodno...'
Past Tai's room... Into the living room...
'NotMatthe'lllkillmebecausehe'smybrotherandhe'ssupposedtoteachm enottodothisandthenhe'llbeintrouble...'
Past the couch, into the kitchen, opened a cupboard. There was the clink of glass and the sound of a faucet.
'Just a drink of water...'
T.K. exhaled, seeming to let go of any energy he had in him. He heard Kari set the glass down and stop. She didn't move, from what he could hear. Nothing.
'She's deciding what to do...'
Kari walked back in and lay down in the bed again as if nothing had ever happened. T.K. finally let go and hugged his pillow before drifting off.
Kari had had the strangest dream. She was in a field of flowers with Lukav, who she didn't really love. She was waiting for the right guy. Lukav was supposed to help her along...
"Kari, grab on!"
Like a dream inside a dream, the words rang in her head. Where had they come from?
"Don't let me fall!"
That was her voice...
"Kari, are you all right?" Lukav's deep words asked her.
"I'm fine." She replied. Then, she saw through the flowers and grass was T.K., smiling, and for the first time she realized how beautiful he was, his hair that she wanted to run her hands through... It had been his voice... He'd never let her go, would he? That moment in the final battle with Piedmon, when they'd been just kids...
"I love you, Hikari Takemura..."
Lukav disappeared somehow, as things seem to do in dreams.
"I love you more than this earth. I love you more than myself; I love you more than laughter or joy. I would give up anything just to hold you in my arms..."
T.K.... Loved her... She was loved. Not just liked by a Russian boxer, but loved by a childhood friend... she was in T.K.'s arms and the dream was over. She awoke and walked past a sleeping T.K. (He twitched oddly as she passed) and tried to adjust her undergarments. They'd gotten strangely out of alignment and were quite uncomfortable. She poured herself a glass of water and thought. She really did have feelings for T.K. She made a decision. Tomorrow she would tell Lukav it was over. She thought he'd been cheating on her with some other girl, maybe the chess whiz Nonami, for some time, anyway. Then she'd apologize to T.K. She must have broken his heart. She climbed back into again and drifted off to sleep.
And so our story ends. I had not the heart to make the ending sad, maybe on a bad day I'll go back and change it. But for now, the camera zooms out from an overhead view of the future couple, to a view of the apartment complex as it begins to rain, then to Tokyo itself, with it's blinking lights and businessmen carrying umbrellas about, oblivious to the events that unfolded nearby. Kari and T.K. continue on the their next existence in the next story. As for me, (Yawns) I'm going to bed.
FIN'. Now go away. You sicken me.