Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Betrayed ❯ Race Against Time ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Blaque Inque 
Yasha races Clara to the hospital, her fate resting in his swift paws.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 656 | Status: Work In Progress
Yasha races Clara to the hospital, her fate resting in his swift paws.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 656 | Status: Work In Progress
Yasha grabbed Clair’s hand, tears flowing down his face as he clambored up on the bed. He looked down into her painful expression, trying his best to figure out what had happened. Tears flowed from his eyes as he stared down at his broken and battered lover.
“Clair! Clair, speak to me!”
“No…” She whimpered. “Please, no more. Go away!”
“Clair, it’s me, Yasha!”
Clair whimpered again as she looked up into his eyes. Her face was full of agony, her breathing ragged. Every tiny movement made her abused body scream with pain. She felt as though she’d been torn in two from between her legs all the way to her chest.
“Clair! Who did this to you?!”
“Y- you did.” She closed her eyes again.
“What?”
“Dark Flamedramon. He…”
“Clair,” he began to cry even harder. “Don’t speak. I gotta get you to a hospital.”
Yasha jumped off the bed and ran to the phone. He picked up the receiver and dialed the hospital number. Before the third ring, a realization dawned on him. As he watched the pool on blood on the bed grow, he knew that an ambulance would be too slow to save her. Slamming the phone down, he ran to the living room and returned holding a card and Clair’s D-Power.
“Clair, you have to make me become Raidramon!”
She just whimpered weakly and made a half-hearted attempt for the digivice. Yasha’s tears flowed even more as he took her hand and placed the digivice in it. “Please Clair, you have to. Please Clair!”
With the last of her energy, she managed to take the card and slide it through the D-power. Instantly, a glow surrounded Veemon. As his body morphed and changed, he wrapped his broken lover in a blanket and picked her up on his back. Before his armor was even completely formed, he was off like a shot through the door and down the apartment stairs. As he raced through the streets of Tokyo, carrying his precious cargo, he gained the attention of every single man and woman within sight of his path.
“Hold on Clair! I won’t let you die!” He didn’t care about how he’d promised to remain hidden in public and to keep incognito. He didn’t even care that to get through busy Tokyo traffic, he had to destroy the roof of a few cars to get through the streets. All he cared about was saving Clair’s life.
---
In any emergency room, you see strange and unusual things. But nobody in South Tokyo General ever expected a giant blue dog creature in black armor to screech to a halt in their emergency room. Most screamed at the sight of him, and many passed out when he began to talk.
“Please!” he cried. “Somebody come quick! Please!”
At first, nobody responded, or even dared to move. Raidramon growled and let out a roar that shook the windows. Finally, a doctor and a couple nurses worked up the courage to take the frail girl from Raidramon’s back and get her onto a gurney. She was quickly wheeled back into an emergency operating room to be examined. Raidramon followed beside the gurney all the way through the hallways, whispering to Clair, telling her that everything would be okay, that she’d be just fine.
A doctor put his hand in front of the giant creature. “Oh Kami, it‘s the Nighsdale girl!” He turned to Raidramon. “I’m afraid you can’t go any further… uhm… Sir.”
Raidramon’s helmet was leaking as tears welled up and ran out of the eye-holes. “Please. Please save my mate! I don’t know what I’ll do without her!”
“It’s okay, we’ll do all we can for her, I promise.” And with that, he disappeared into the back of the hospital with Clair. Raidramon flopped down on his haunches and stared after his love as the doors closed behind the team of doctors and nurses. A woman walked up beside him, shaking. She was afraid of this giant creature. The very last thing she wanted to do was startle him. Somehow, she managed to get him to follow her to the waiting room.
The next couple hours were spent as Raidramon told the nurse everything she needed to know for the admission forms. She had to write everything down for him, because he couldn’t quite understand the forms, and because his armored claws weren’t meant for anything extremely dexterous like using a pen. After things were taken care of, Raidramon sat in the waiting room for a long while, staring blankly out at the rain that had begun to pour since they arrived. It was lucky for him that hardly anybody was in there that particular day, otherwise, he probably would have caused a hell of a riot.
“Ahem. Excuse me?”
Raidramon turned around to find the doctor that had taken Clair to the emergency operating room. He took a paper cap off his head and checked his clipboard, as though he could actually mistake this case. He gingerly approached the giant blue dog, careful not to make any sudden movements.
“You don’t have to be so afraid, I’m not wild.” He said the last part more as a question than a statement.
The doctor was surprised by this, but tried to play it off as nothing. “My name is Dr. Nakira. I’m Clair’s doctor.”
Raidramon sighed and kept his head pointed towards the window.
“Sir?” Nakira sat down. “Sir?”
Without looking up, he replied, “Call me Yasha. My name’s Raidramon, but that’ll probably change during the time we talk, so just call me Yasha.”
“Okay.” There was a long, awkward silence. Neither spoke for a long while.
“It’s getting kind of warm in here. Dr. Nakira?”
“Yeh?”
“Can you take off my helmet?”
“Uh, sure.” Nakira approached Raidramon and slowly removed the huge black helmet from his head, letting his long blue ears flop free.
“Thanks. Doc? Will my mate be okay?”
“It’s hard to tell. There was a lot of internal bleeding, and her cervix looked like it was forced open.” Raidramon cringed. “Frankly, I don’t know what to think about this. We’ve never really had this kind of injury in this hospital.” Nakira looked up at the big blue creature, who was staring down at the floor. “I think you have some explaining to do.”
“I guess I do.” Raidramon sighed heavily and looked up, eyeing the doctor carefully. “But where to begin…”
“First, before we talk about Clara, tell me what you are. Are you a demon of some kind?”
Normally, Raidramon would have laughed, but right now, he didn’t have the energy or will to even grin. “I’m a digimon. Yes, that same as in the anime‘.”
“That’s just a TV show.” Nakira watched him suspiciously.
“Well, we’re real.”
“But…”
Raidramon snarled menacingly. “Enough questions! Tell me if my mate is going to be alright!”
Nakira backed away, afraid for his life. “S-sorry. Like I said, she suffered a lot of internal trauma, but I think she will live. She may not be pretty for a while, because there were a lot of cuts and bruises, but she’ll live. What I’m more concerned about is HOW this happened to her. You wouldn’t know anything, would you?”
Raidramon was silent for a long time. Finally, he looked up, “No, I wouldn’t. I came home and found her like that.”
“Oh…” a nurse came in through the large double doors and handed Doctor Nakira a clipboard and quietly told him something, careful not to get too near the digimon. Nakira nodded his head and sent the nurse away. “They finished with Clara.” Raidramon’s ears perked up. “She’s resting in her room on the fifteenth floor. You can go up and see her.”
“I will.” He stood and trotted slowly towards the elevators. Nakira looked down at the helmet on the floor and picked it up.
“Hey, you forgot… this…” his eyes widened as the helmet glowed brightly and disappeared in his hands. When he looked back to at Raidramon, he was gone, and a short, blue lizard-like creature stood in his place. “What in the hell…”
---
It was the next night before Clara finally came to. Slowly opening her eyes, she tried to sit up and failed. Before she could try again, a clawed hand was laid on her own.
“Shhh, Clara. You shouldn’t try to sit up. Lay down and rest.” Yasha, reverted back into his Veemon form, smiled sadly up to her. His eyes were moist and red. Clara was just too tired to smile back, but her little blue love‘s warm face made her almost forget the numbing pain dancing across her body.
For hours, Yasha stood by her bed, holding her hand, and talking softly with her, doing his best to help her feel better. Clara would look down at the little creature and give the best smile she could, but Yasha would never look at her face. He was too ashamed to make eye contact.
On the second day of her being awake, and after an examination by Doctor Nakira, Clara, having regained a lot of her strength, looked over at Yasha, sitting in a chair on the far wall.
“Yasha, you look tired. Have you slept at all, hon?” He shook his head. “Yasha, come here.” He obeyed without saying a word. “Why haven’t you kissed me? I’ve been awake and moving around for over a day now, you haven’t even hugged me.”
“I don’t deserve to. Not after what I did…”
“No! Don’t say that, what happened was out of both of our controls. It was just a mistake, is all.”
“Clara, I hurt you… really badly. You almost died because of me.”
Clara began to tear up. “Yasha, that thing wasn’t you, it was something else…” He still didn’t answer, but instead, turned his head away from her, completely, tears beginning to fall down his face. “Yasha, please come up here.” He did so, but still would not look her in the eyes. “Yasha, please give me a kiss. Please…”
He shook his head and gave her hand a gentle squeeze before getting down and walked quietly back to his chair. Clara hung her head and began to sob softly.
“Clair! Clair, speak to me!”
“No…” She whimpered. “Please, no more. Go away!”
“Clair, it’s me, Yasha!”
Clair whimpered again as she looked up into his eyes. Her face was full of agony, her breathing ragged. Every tiny movement made her abused body scream with pain. She felt as though she’d been torn in two from between her legs all the way to her chest.
“Clair! Who did this to you?!”
“Y- you did.” She closed her eyes again.
“What?”
“Dark Flamedramon. He…”
“Clair,” he began to cry even harder. “Don’t speak. I gotta get you to a hospital.”
Yasha jumped off the bed and ran to the phone. He picked up the receiver and dialed the hospital number. Before the third ring, a realization dawned on him. As he watched the pool on blood on the bed grow, he knew that an ambulance would be too slow to save her. Slamming the phone down, he ran to the living room and returned holding a card and Clair’s D-Power.
“Clair, you have to make me become Raidramon!”
She just whimpered weakly and made a half-hearted attempt for the digivice. Yasha’s tears flowed even more as he took her hand and placed the digivice in it. “Please Clair, you have to. Please Clair!”
With the last of her energy, she managed to take the card and slide it through the D-power. Instantly, a glow surrounded Veemon. As his body morphed and changed, he wrapped his broken lover in a blanket and picked her up on his back. Before his armor was even completely formed, he was off like a shot through the door and down the apartment stairs. As he raced through the streets of Tokyo, carrying his precious cargo, he gained the attention of every single man and woman within sight of his path.
“Hold on Clair! I won’t let you die!” He didn’t care about how he’d promised to remain hidden in public and to keep incognito. He didn’t even care that to get through busy Tokyo traffic, he had to destroy the roof of a few cars to get through the streets. All he cared about was saving Clair’s life.
---
In any emergency room, you see strange and unusual things. But nobody in South Tokyo General ever expected a giant blue dog creature in black armor to screech to a halt in their emergency room. Most screamed at the sight of him, and many passed out when he began to talk.
“Please!” he cried. “Somebody come quick! Please!”
At first, nobody responded, or even dared to move. Raidramon growled and let out a roar that shook the windows. Finally, a doctor and a couple nurses worked up the courage to take the frail girl from Raidramon’s back and get her onto a gurney. She was quickly wheeled back into an emergency operating room to be examined. Raidramon followed beside the gurney all the way through the hallways, whispering to Clair, telling her that everything would be okay, that she’d be just fine.
A doctor put his hand in front of the giant creature. “Oh Kami, it‘s the Nighsdale girl!” He turned to Raidramon. “I’m afraid you can’t go any further… uhm… Sir.”
Raidramon’s helmet was leaking as tears welled up and ran out of the eye-holes. “Please. Please save my mate! I don’t know what I’ll do without her!”
“It’s okay, we’ll do all we can for her, I promise.” And with that, he disappeared into the back of the hospital with Clair. Raidramon flopped down on his haunches and stared after his love as the doors closed behind the team of doctors and nurses. A woman walked up beside him, shaking. She was afraid of this giant creature. The very last thing she wanted to do was startle him. Somehow, she managed to get him to follow her to the waiting room.
The next couple hours were spent as Raidramon told the nurse everything she needed to know for the admission forms. She had to write everything down for him, because he couldn’t quite understand the forms, and because his armored claws weren’t meant for anything extremely dexterous like using a pen. After things were taken care of, Raidramon sat in the waiting room for a long while, staring blankly out at the rain that had begun to pour since they arrived. It was lucky for him that hardly anybody was in there that particular day, otherwise, he probably would have caused a hell of a riot.
“Ahem. Excuse me?”
Raidramon turned around to find the doctor that had taken Clair to the emergency operating room. He took a paper cap off his head and checked his clipboard, as though he could actually mistake this case. He gingerly approached the giant blue dog, careful not to make any sudden movements.
“You don’t have to be so afraid, I’m not wild.” He said the last part more as a question than a statement.
The doctor was surprised by this, but tried to play it off as nothing. “My name is Dr. Nakira. I’m Clair’s doctor.”
Raidramon sighed and kept his head pointed towards the window.
“Sir?” Nakira sat down. “Sir?”
Without looking up, he replied, “Call me Yasha. My name’s Raidramon, but that’ll probably change during the time we talk, so just call me Yasha.”
“Okay.” There was a long, awkward silence. Neither spoke for a long while.
“It’s getting kind of warm in here. Dr. Nakira?”
“Yeh?”
“Can you take off my helmet?”
“Uh, sure.” Nakira approached Raidramon and slowly removed the huge black helmet from his head, letting his long blue ears flop free.
“Thanks. Doc? Will my mate be okay?”
“It’s hard to tell. There was a lot of internal bleeding, and her cervix looked like it was forced open.” Raidramon cringed. “Frankly, I don’t know what to think about this. We’ve never really had this kind of injury in this hospital.” Nakira looked up at the big blue creature, who was staring down at the floor. “I think you have some explaining to do.”
“I guess I do.” Raidramon sighed heavily and looked up, eyeing the doctor carefully. “But where to begin…”
“First, before we talk about Clara, tell me what you are. Are you a demon of some kind?”
Normally, Raidramon would have laughed, but right now, he didn’t have the energy or will to even grin. “I’m a digimon. Yes, that same as in the anime‘.”
“That’s just a TV show.” Nakira watched him suspiciously.
“Well, we’re real.”
“But…”
Raidramon snarled menacingly. “Enough questions! Tell me if my mate is going to be alright!”
Nakira backed away, afraid for his life. “S-sorry. Like I said, she suffered a lot of internal trauma, but I think she will live. She may not be pretty for a while, because there were a lot of cuts and bruises, but she’ll live. What I’m more concerned about is HOW this happened to her. You wouldn’t know anything, would you?”
Raidramon was silent for a long time. Finally, he looked up, “No, I wouldn’t. I came home and found her like that.”
“Oh…” a nurse came in through the large double doors and handed Doctor Nakira a clipboard and quietly told him something, careful not to get too near the digimon. Nakira nodded his head and sent the nurse away. “They finished with Clara.” Raidramon’s ears perked up. “She’s resting in her room on the fifteenth floor. You can go up and see her.”
“I will.” He stood and trotted slowly towards the elevators. Nakira looked down at the helmet on the floor and picked it up.
“Hey, you forgot… this…” his eyes widened as the helmet glowed brightly and disappeared in his hands. When he looked back to at Raidramon, he was gone, and a short, blue lizard-like creature stood in his place. “What in the hell…”
---
It was the next night before Clara finally came to. Slowly opening her eyes, she tried to sit up and failed. Before she could try again, a clawed hand was laid on her own.
“Shhh, Clara. You shouldn’t try to sit up. Lay down and rest.” Yasha, reverted back into his Veemon form, smiled sadly up to her. His eyes were moist and red. Clara was just too tired to smile back, but her little blue love‘s warm face made her almost forget the numbing pain dancing across her body.
For hours, Yasha stood by her bed, holding her hand, and talking softly with her, doing his best to help her feel better. Clara would look down at the little creature and give the best smile she could, but Yasha would never look at her face. He was too ashamed to make eye contact.
On the second day of her being awake, and after an examination by Doctor Nakira, Clara, having regained a lot of her strength, looked over at Yasha, sitting in a chair on the far wall.
“Yasha, you look tired. Have you slept at all, hon?” He shook his head. “Yasha, come here.” He obeyed without saying a word. “Why haven’t you kissed me? I’ve been awake and moving around for over a day now, you haven’t even hugged me.”
“I don’t deserve to. Not after what I did…”
“No! Don’t say that, what happened was out of both of our controls. It was just a mistake, is all.”
“Clara, I hurt you… really badly. You almost died because of me.”
Clara began to tear up. “Yasha, that thing wasn’t you, it was something else…” He still didn’t answer, but instead, turned his head away from her, completely, tears beginning to fall down his face. “Yasha, please come up here.” He did so, but still would not look her in the eyes. “Yasha, please give me a kiss. Please…”
He shook his head and gave her hand a gentle squeeze before getting down and walked quietly back to his chair. Clara hung her head and began to sob softly.