Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Blood on My Hands ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

(Long Author's Note: OKAY. ^_^ This... is something different. From what I usually do, anyway. For one thing, it's yaoi -- REAL yaoi, not little implications of several things that will never actually be resolved or acknowledged. For another, it's downright depressing and Koushirou is all suicidal -- but... um... in a different way than I usually portray him. For those of you know me in real life, and are staring at me in a funny way because I'm actually writing this (::waves:: HI, NENE!!!), yes, I am insane. ^_^ Thank you. Um... on to business. As I said, this will be yaoi... mention of Yamashirou, character death, attempted suicide, lotsa swearing, lotsa angst, and eventual Koukeru. And a VAGUE mention of Takari. VAGUE, damn you. I am NOT a hypocrite. ::fumes:: I'LL GIVE YOU A COOKIE IF YOU CAN GUESS WHO DIED. ^^ I am new to actually writing straight-out romance, so... um... this will probably suck... OH WELL!! I understand that I am working on WAY too many multi-chaptered ficcies at once (I've got more that are yet to be posted o_<), so... um... POPTARTS!!! POPTARTS FOR YUKICHI-SAN !!!!! ::laughs maniacally:: ... ::blinks:: Right. Uh... that's enough... ^^;; You. Go. Read. Sit, and read. REVIEW. ^^ I didn't write any romance between Yamato and Koushirou because... um... o.o;; I didn't feel like it.)

BLOOD ON MY HANDS

Prologue

"Yesterday, around 5:45 p.m. at a convenience store right outside Odaiba, Tokyo, there was a robbery, in which three people were shot, and one was killed. The dead man has been identified as eighteen-year-old Ishida Yamato by his father and fifteen-year-old brother, Ishida Masaharu and Takaishi Takeru. The two wounded are now being treated at Odaiba Memorial Hospital.

Ishida Masaharu-san was able to give us a few words on the death of his son, though Takaishi Takeru refused to answer any of our questions. 'I can't believe this has happened,' Ishida-san said earlier today. 'Especially to our family. To one of my sons. Yamato... he's been through a lot, but he never stopped trying to live like many kids. He had lots of friends of all ages, and though his mother and I are divorced, he still saw her and his brother periodically. He even had his own band. When something like this happens to an eighteen-year-old with everything going for him, I... I don't know what to do anymore.'

We'll keep you updated on the stories of the remaining wounded and the robber, yet to be caught, as things progress."

END PROLOGUE

(>< Yes, I know that was weird... um... I'm TRYING to make this as original as possible. ^^;; ::waves a little flag:: Go me. The next chapter will ACTUALLY have some story in it... I promise. Remember, this is just the prologue...! ^^;)