Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Chapter 4: Concert (Part 1):
A/N: Sorry about the shortness of this chapter. I wasn't done with the whole thing yet. However, I had a good cliffhanger here, and I decided to use it to my advantage so that I could post what I was done with of this chapter this weekend (I got two days off from school this week), instead of having to wait for next week.
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon.
"T.K? You're NEVER excited about going to your older brother's concerts! Is something up?" My mother asked.
"No, I've just got nothing better to do." I lied.
"I want you home by 6:00, no later. Alright?"
"Alright", I replied, quickly calculating that if the concert took 3 hours, I would be left with 2 hours that I could spend doing something else, preferably talking to Kari, since the concert started at 1:00, or at least, that's when people were let in.
I got there about 35 minutes early. The place was almost entirely deserted. Almost, there was one other person there. Luckily, it was the one person I wanted to see right now.
"Kari!" I was overjoyed.
"That's a little bit too strong of a greeting for friends wouldn't you say, T.K?"
"Yeah… But we are alone… Meaning we can be more than simply friends."
"We won't be alone for long… These places fill up fast"
"Right… Who would recognize us, anyways? It's not like anyone would know who we were."
Alright, so anyone would recognize us. After all, I WAS Matt's little brother, who was practically famous, and who WAS famous here, since this was his band's concert, but I wasn't sure I liked this whole 'secrecy' thing, either. In fact, I was fairly sure I didn't like it.
"T.K… Right, like no one is going to recognize you, the band's lead singers little brother. Of course not!" Kari said, laughing.
"I didn't think of that."
"I'm not sure I believe that, T.K."
"I thought you said you trusted me, Kari." I said, laughing as I said it.
"Sorry..." She said, looking honestly guilty.
I laughed, "You don't need to feel bad about it… I was lying."
"You need to stop that." She sounded like she was taking it lightly, but I felt genuinely guilty.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't ever have lied like that, and I won't do it again. It was… well, was it unforgivable?"
"Alright. Will you forgive me?"
"I thought I just said I did."
"You said you COULD, not that you would."
"Alright, you're forgiven."
"Thank you. I shouldn't have ever done that."
"T.K… If it would make you feel less guilty, you can… buy me ice cream or something once this concert is over, and we'll call it even."
"Ice cream it is, although I owe you more than that."
"You don't owe me ANYTHING."
She didn't seem to care that I had lied to her, even after she had said she trusted me. I had abused that trust and yet, she didn't seem to care. I didn't know if I should be scared for her or grateful towards her
But I knew I should be angry at me. Even if I hadn't hurt her this time, if I didn't stop this as soon as I possibly could, I would hurt her eventually.
And hurting her, this girl, who was so loving towards me, and who forgave me so easily, would be… I wanted to believe it was unforgivable, but I knew she would find a way to forgive me. Which would make it even more awful to hurt her.
If I hurt her, she wouldn't hurt me back. She would simply shrug, and forgive me. It would be like hitting someone who couldn't, or worse, wouldn't hit back. I was reminded of the way Ken had treated his prisoners as the Digimon Emperor.
But now that I thought about it, I would have been more wrong. Ken, at least, had had an excuse. I would NOT have one.
I wanted to apologize again. I wanted her to know how awful I felt. But I had already said I was sorry. I had already told her that I wouldn't lie to her again. It wasn't the first time I'd made that promise… but I hoped it was the last time I had to.
She didn't look angry or hurt… But that didn't mean that she wasn't.
"Kari… I swear, I won't-"
She cut me off, "Please don't make promises you aren't going to keep… It only makes it hurt more when you break then. You've promised me this before, and I trusted you then. But I know better now. That's not to say I love you any less, but I do trust you less.
I wish you warranted my trust, but…" She trailed off, looking as if she thought she had said too much, and as if she thought this would hurt my feelings.
"I don't" I finished for her, and sighed.
She seemed taken off guard by my reaction, but nodded weakly, and, almost apologetically, whispered "Yeah"
I hung my head momentarily, fighting back tears. I felt terrible.
Kari made a mistake. She put an arm around my shoulder… and if this wasn't obvious enough to anyone who might be watching, I looked up from the spot I was looking at on the ground, and embraced her.
Matt, of all the times he could have chosen to take a breath of fresh air, and, for a moment, at least, get away from the chaos and the tensions of preparing for his concert, chose a really bad time to do so.
The moment the door to the venue began to open, we let go of one another, and tried to look normal.
This might have helped, except the door to the venue was transparent.