Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Rock Show ❯ Beautiful ( Chapter 2 )

"What do you mean you've never gone to a rock show before?"
"It's not my fault. I went to an N'Sync concert once."
"That doesn't count! N'Sync does not count as a rock show! Hell, it's not even a show! All those goddamn girls screaming... Let me tell you, if I was on stage singing and the only thing coming out of mouths were screams... people would die!"
"I was singing the lyrics if that's any comfort to you."
"Well hell! That makes it all right!"
"You're such an idiot, Dais."
Daisuke leaned back against the doorframe and stuck his tongue out at Hikari. "And you're deprived."
Leaning away from the mirror and checking again to make sure her earrings were firmly in her ears, she tossed a glance in his direction. "But only for a while. Broaden my horizons, kid."
"Oh baby. C'mon, we're gonna be late."
"I haven't even done my makeup yet."
"It's a rock show! No one's going to be looking at you!"
"Oh thanks a lot!" she flung a bottle of mascara at him. He caught it neatly and smiled. She groaned and held out her hand. "Give that back, I haven't put it on yet."
"Please, Hikari. I don't want to be late."
She sighed and grabbed the bottle, started to put it back in her makeup box, then thought better of it and threw it in her purse. "Let's just go, forget the makeup."
"Whoo!" Daisuke grabbed her hand and tugged. "I still can't believe you're taking a purse to a rock show. Are you sure you want to take it? There aren't seats, you know, we'll be on our feet the whole time."
The brunette groaned and pulled the purse off, flinging it onto her bed. "Anything else about me you want to correct?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and glaring.
The boy stepped back and studied her carefully, tilting his head to one side. "Hmm... oh, this." He took one finger and poked her on the cheek. "What's this? Where are the dimples? Smile," he commanded. She did. "There we go, that's better. Come on."
She shook her head and followed him out into the hall. "Bye Mom, bye Daddy," she waved to her parents as they headed to the door.
"Oh, Hikari," her mom poked her head out of the kitchen, "when are you going to be home?" She smiled and stared at her daughter. Her daughter looked at Daisuke. Daisuke blinked and looked at his watch.
"I'll get her home before two-thirty," he grinned, then grabbed Hikari's wrist and the two made a mad dash for the door before her mom could protest. Even as the door slammed behind them and they raced down the veranda, they could hear "TWO THIRTY IN THE MORNING?!" being yelled behind them.
"Come on come on come on!" Daisuke yelped at her as they tore down the street towards the subway. "The train leaves in two minutes, we can't miss it!"
Hikari panted and ran after him, wishing she had her purse and some more makeup. She followed his lead as he dodged inbetween the crowds, fighting to get to the subway. She slid around a corner and he caught her by the wrist, tugging her left. "Shortcut?"
"Yep," he moved his hand to lead her by the fingers.
Hikari turned bright red. The only reason he'd done it was because it would hurt less that way than to drag her along by the wrist, she knew. But still.
"Made it," Daisuke jogged up to the subway and pulled a card from his pocket. "Subway charge card," he told her when she gave him a questioning glance. He swiped it twice and she hurried after him and they slid onto the train just before it started leaving the station.
"Whew," she sat down in a seat. "Made it."
"Geez, Hikari." Daisuke was standing next to her and shoving his card back into his wallet as he stared at her. "Your face is all red." He snapped the wallet shut and slid it back into his pocket with a slight ringing of a wallet chain, then plopped down in the seat next to her. "If you get hot and sweaty from running that, I'd hate to see you at a track meet."
She giggled a bit, even though she realized the red face was due to her blush and not the heat of running. "I'm very out of shape. Not like you, of course."
He grinned and leaned back. "Yeah, well, we can't all be superstars."
Hikari smiled and shoved her bangs out of her way. The night was just beginning and she was already having fun. 'I have a great feeling about this,' she thought to herself with a huge grin.
Daisuke shoved her lightly. "Hey, have you ever even heard these guys?"
"Uhhh, what? Me? No, I haven't."
The grin never left his tan face. "Your mom would die if she heard them."
"Speaking of which, Daisuke, my mom will be furious at me for coming home so late." She tapped a finger against her shimmering pink glossed lips. "I should have asked about that ahead of time..."
The lopsided grin melted into a smile and he turned to study the rest of the subway. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd gone somewhere alone with Hikari - he'd been out with all of his friends separately at least three times - but he'd never dragged her somewhere he wanted to go. No, usually she would lug him out shopping and he'd only be good for amusement and holding all the bags and boxes while she ran around and tried on everything. And now it was finally his turn. "Hikari? I should give you a hint before we get there. Um, when the crowd jumps? You should jump with them because they'll take you up with them anyway if you don't. I'll keep an eye on you but just... try not to get trampled."
"Dais... we're not going to end up in a mosh pit, are we?"
"Oh no! Probably not."
"PROBABLY?" she shrieked and slapped him roughly on the arm. He just laughed. "Geez, Daisuke. I really hope you don't get me killed here."
Running fingers through his red hair, he smiled. "Don't worry, I've been to hundreds of these things and I'm still alive."
"Maybe you won't be after I get through with you..."

Hikari was led through a crowd of people by her wrist, and she idly wondered why Daisuke wouldn't take her by the hand. Her eyes were on the people around her, and several of them turned to stare at her as she went past. Edging closer to Daisuke, she mumbled, "Does that chick have a spike through her chin..?"
He glanced over to the right. "Oh, yeah. That's Ridge, she kicks ass. Hmm, she dyed her hair again..."
The concert was being held outside, a stage set up in the middle of a huge field (A/N: Cornerstone, anyone? Main Stage RULES.) and the only illumination was from a few street lights scattered around. It was nearing 11:30, the time the concert was supposed to start, and the brunette was still struggling to understand why the show would start at 11:30 at night. In her experience, concerts usually ended at that time.
"Hikari? Do yourself a favor and don't stare," Daisuke grinned lopsidedly at her, then pulled her to a stop. "Hey, guys, this is Hikari-chan."
Shoving brown hair from her eyes, the girl blinked. Staring her down were three punks. One had blue hair and two eyebrow rings in the same eyebrow and a lipring dangling from the right corner of his bottom lip. Another was a girl with green hair - if you could call it hair. All she had was bangs and a small ponytail at the bottom of her head. The third guy looked average enough except he had what appeared to be a fading dye job in his hair - and the dye job was in the pattern of leopard spots. "Uh, hi."
The girl smiled brightly. "First rock show, huh? I'm Venusia. This here is Rocket and the other is Hype."
Hype was the one with blue hair, and he grinned at her, raising his hand. Hikari stared blankly at it and Daisuke smacked his forehead out of the corner of her eye. "Hey, hey, don't leave me hanging," the blue haired boy snickered, and she finally understood, brushing her palm against his in a high five. He wrapped his fingers around hers and squeezed before letting go. "You don't exactly fit in here, do you?" he asked, his voice lighthearted and not accusing in even the slightest way.
Rocket locked his fingers in his hair and tilted his head to the side to study her. "I think we could make her fit if we just changed her clothes and hair... how do you feel about pink hair, girl?"
"Pink would look good on you," Venusia nodded.
Hikari unconsciously placed her hand on Daisuke's arm. "Had a friend who dyed her hair pink once."
"Ah, I see, don't want to rip off her, huh?" The punk girl tilted her head to the side, then reached into her pocket. Placing her purple with orange French tips fingernails against Hikari's chin, she muttered, "Don't... move..." With a few flicks of her wrist, Venusia left the other girl with bright blue mascara on both eyelashes. "There we go... How's she look, boys? Are we closer?"
Hype and Rocket both studied her, then nodded in agreement. "She's closer, but I think we definitely need some plaid and jewelry for her."
"I'm thinking spiked collar, you down with that?"
"Oh, definitely a spiked collar. Maybe pink. She's really a pink girl."
"It's because she has that innocent, preppy look to her," Daisuke didn't move his eyes from the stage. "I've already analyzed her colours. V-chan, your hair is cute, new dye job?"
"Yeah."
Lights went down around the stage and the crowd instantly went into roars, anticipating the arrival of the band. Hikari leaned over towards Daisuke and yelled into his ear, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she indicated her mascara as a symbol for the way his friends were trying to make her a punk. He grinned and reached over, swiping a stray bit of mascara from her left eye before turning back to the stage.
A bass guitar cut through the air and the stage erupted into lights and sound. Within a minute, Hikari understood what Daisuke meant by 'they'll take you up with them anyway.' The crowd was so packed and thick that whenever one person would jump, the entire crowd moved with them as if it were one body. There was a short time where Hikari tried to resist, but soon discovered if she fought it she'd end up trampled on the ground before long. Giving in, she turned her attention to bouncing in the air along with everyone else, pressed against Venusia on one side and Rocket on the other. She was vaguely aware that Daisuke was somewhere near her in this crowd, but she eventually was too lost in the music to pay attention.
The music was loud and nowhere near what she normally listened to, but she could recognize some of the music from what she'd heard Daisuke listening to or singing under his breath. And amazingly, instead of the high-pitched squeals emitted from the crowd during the other concerts she'd seen, the crowd was roaring and yelling out actual lyrics.
Hikari realized what a heart attack her mother would have listening to some of these lyrics, but she didn't exactly care at the moment. The energy was high and thick, rippling through the entire crowd and giving her a crazy rush. It was familiar to the way a rave felt, but it was a much more intense feeling, more fun. At that thought, the girl wondered if she'd ever have fun at a rave again. It was like a high she'd never experienced before - one she wasn't sure if she was willing to let go of.
Instead of reaching towards the stage in a desperate attempt to have the band touch them, the hands in the air were up with the music, fists raised to the guy with twenty tattoos and a microphone in one hand. Venusia grabbed Hikari's hand and flung it into the air along with hers, and the girl who didn't fit in found herself in line with five other hands - one of which she identified as Daisuke's by the distinctive rings - and caught in a forest of other arms. She laughed and the green-haired girl pushed her bangs from her eyes and returned her grin.
Hikari was vaguely aware of the sweat pouring down her skin and soaking her hair, and the fact that she was so hot and sticky that her body felt the way it often did in summer when her bare skin would stick to leather. Her mind was telling her she should be tired, but she felt too wired to want sleep at the moment.
All too soon, the music was finished and the concert had ended. Hikari looked down at her watch, squinting in what light she had from the streetlights, and realized Daisuke would certainly not get her home before 2:30 considering it was 2 at the moment. It only slightly bothered her that she didn't care as Venusia linked arms with her and they wormed their way out of the crowd.
Ears ringing, Hikari glanced back to find Daisuke but came up empty. Oh well... he'll find me, she told herself, finding herself in a line with the green-haired girl.
"You had fun, didn't you?" Venusia chirped happily. "I could tell, you were so getting into it!"
"Yeah, I actually did have fun," Hikari stuck a finger in her ear and rubbed. "I can't hear a thing!"
"Don't worry, that's post-concert syndrome. It wears off pretty fast. So, let's see. Are you a t-shirt or a sweatshirt girl?"
"T-shirt," Hikari answered immediately. "Why?"
"If you're a t-shirt girl, I'm definitely recommending a sweatshirt. Hey, Dais."
Hikari turned to find Daisuke behind her, a bottle of water in his hand. He jerked his thumb behind him at the crowd. "Rocket got yours. I was too lazy to carry two bottles at once."
Rocket emerged from the crowd a moment later, as if on some unspoken cue, and handed a bottle of water to Hikari. "Drink up, you're sweaty."
Shoving dark red hair out of his eyes, Daisuke uncapped his bottle of water and threw his head back for a long drink. Hikari could see the drops of water that clung to his mouth before he brushed a hand across it and swiped them away. I do not have the hots for Daisuke. I do not have the hots for Daisuke, she thought quietly to herself as she took a drink of her own water. Her hearing had started to return and she looked around idly to see what line it was they were standing in.
"Dais, I'm thinking Hikari is a sweatshirt girl here."
"Oh yeah? M'kay, I can deal with that."
Hikari blinked. "Ah! The merchandise table? Daisuke... don't buy me anything, I'll feel guilty!"
Daisuke poked her on the nose with his little finger, mouth full of water. He swallowed and grinned. "Hey, guilt is good. Besides, I owe you for coming here with me. Your mom'll be mad at you when you get home, it's late."
"I'll talk to her about it. Don't worry. Daisuke, please don't buy me anything!" she plead.
Venusia looked highly amused, even as she leaned against Hype standing behind her. "Come on, Hikari, you never turn down a gift from a hot guy." In the dark, Hikari turned bright red. "Besides, your first rock show? You so need a souvenir."
Burying her face in her hands to avoid showing the blush, the brunette just nodded.
"I win!" Daisuke cheered. "Wait, I just won the opportunity to spend money. Damn! Even when I win I lose."