Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Brothers ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

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After the death of their parents, Yamato and Takeru Ishida are sent to boarding school where they meet some interesting people. Daikeru and Tatio. Warning: YAOI don't like, don't read

Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.06.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 589 | Status: Work In Progress

Prologue

“Did you boys have fun at the beach?” The woman in the front of the car asks. She's wearing a tank top over her swimsuit as well as a towel around her waist, though she's sitting down. Her hair is a golden hue with few gray strands. She has her head turned to face her two sons, her deep, cerulean eyes on them as well as a smile upon her face.

The smaller of the boys grins. “We sure did mom!” He has on a plain, white T-shirt and a pair of red swim trunks. He, too, has golden hair, just as his mother and shares the color of her eyes. Though he acted like a much younger child, the boy was, in fact, thirteen years old; fourteen in two weeks. He nudges the other boy, obviously his brother as they look so much alike. “Didn't you have fun Matt?”

“Whatever.” The oldest blonde haired, blue eyed boy replies. His hair, though blonde as his mother's and brother's, was perfectly coifed just as he liked it. His eyes were a tad duller in color as his brother's. His skin is also paler than that of his sibling, but that's because he doesn't tan well and, therefore, stays out of the sun as much as possible. He turns his head to stare out the window, once again.

Their mother sighed. “Yamato, can't you just pretend to enjoy something for once?” She pleaded. It was true; the eldest, at sixteen, never liked doing much unless it revolved around music or himself.

The boy offered no reply and continued his staring. “Well, it's nice to know you had fun Takeru.” The blonde woman smiled to her youngest child. “What about you dear?” Her head was now turned to face that of her husband; the man driving their red Sedan. He, unlike the other three, had brown hair that was much greyer than his wife's. His face also appeared more aged, most likely due to the long nights in the office in which he worked.

“Compared to the rest of my week, it was definitely relaxing.” The man chuckled. His wife flashed a gentle smile before turning back to the front.

“Hey mom?” The youngest, Takeru, asked.

“What is it honey?” His mother replied.

“Do you think we can go to the beach again next week?” Hope was dripping from his voice like water from a melting icicle.

“I'm not sure. It was lucky your father got the time off that he did.” A disappointed sigh could be heard from the back seat. “But, that's not to say we won't try.” She concluded, trying to keep her son from giving up hope of ever seeing the beach again.

Takeru must have been more tired than he realized, because before he knew it, his eyelids shut and he was swept into dreamland.

“Look at how tuckered out he is.” Mrs. Ishida giggled, seeing her youngest drift off.

“Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen him this tired.” Mr. Ishida chuckled. “Yamato, do you remember when you were his age? How you'd be asleep as soon as we got in the car?” When no reply came, their father looked in the vehicle's rear view mirror to find Yamato asleep against the window he'd been staring out of. “Well, I suppose some things never change.”

“I suppose not.” Mrs. Ishida yawned after she spoke. “I think I'm beginning to catch whatever they got.”

“It's alright, you rest; I can keep quiet by myself.” Her husband assured.

“Okay… just… tell me… if you… need… anything…” and she was out as soon as she finished her sentence.

Another hour passed as the sun was beginning to set and the sky went from blue to an orange color that turned what clouds there were, pink. Mr. Ishida was starting to feel the effects of the beach creeping upon him. He was used to staying awake, however, so he powered through. But, as he entered the freeway that lead back to Odiba, his eyes slipped shut and the wheel turned. A squeal of the tires woke everyone, but that wasn't enough to stop the impending accident as their vehicle collided with a small, green Nissan Altima who's driver was on his cell phone, arguing with his wife over what to have for dinner. He didn't see the car coming at him; only felt the impact as the heavier vehicle pushed him into the barrier. The man jammed his foot on the brake, stopping the green car. The Ishida car, however, turned around the front of the car and was now facing on coming traffic as a black Suzuki rammed the front of their car, deploying the airbags, and setting it sliding into a woman on her way home from an evening at the office in a baby blue Smart Car. The Ishida's car stopped as a silver Toyota Corolla careened into the, already smashed in, front of the car. Since the airbags had deployed already, nothing could save Mr. and Mrs. Ishida as they both slipped into an unconscious state. Yamato, completely speechless, sat with a cut on his cheek and some scrapes over his left leg and arm. Takeru's face was one of horror as he looked at the lifeless bodies of his once very much alive parents.

“Mom… dad?” His voice cracked as he called to them. “Mom! … Dad!” Hearing nothing only made tears fall from his bruised face. “Mom, wake up! Dad!” That's when it happened, he screamed. That's it; he screamed. His attempts at waking his parents, however, were futile, but did allow people checking other drivers to know they were in there. A large, burly man opened the nearly crushed door that was beside Takeru. He stopped his screams as soon as he heard the creaking and saw someone before him.

“Are you alright?” The man asked. He too had some scrapes, but they were on his face. He nodded, not knowing what else to do. Within that time frame, Yamato had unbuckled and climbed over to Takeru, hugging his brother. The youngest cried as Yamato explained about their parents. The man nodded before opening their mother's car door and found something he didn't want to. A piece of glass, from the windshield, had forced itself into the woman's chest and blood was practically pouring from the wound. Mr. Ishida had smashed his head against the steering wheel upon the second impact and blood leaked from his nose.

Yamato pulled his brother from the trashed vehicle and wouldn't let him go, no matter how much struggle he put up. “LET GO! I HAVE TO MAKE SURE MOM AND DAD ARE OKAY!” He yelled through tears, knowing they weren't `okay'.

“NO! You can't go.” That was all that was said as ambulances were heard in the distance. And, Takeru blacked out.

Blue eyes opened to greet an unfamiliar, white room. A steady, rhythmic beep could be heard every second within the room. Takeru tried moving his arms, but nothing happened, he was too weak.

“Hey…” The boy's head turned to the sound, finding his older brother in a chair next to him, a scar replacing the cut he'd had on his cheek.

“Matt… what… happened…?” The boy's voice was frail from disuse.

His older brother sighed, dreading that he'd ask that question. “Takeru, there was an accident.” Suddenly, memories flooded the boy's mind of their parents and tears were streaming down his face. Yamato's arms were around him in a second to comfort the boy. “Takeru, you've been in a coma for nearly a week now.”

“How *sob* are mom *sob* and dad?”

Yamato had been dreading that question as well. As he had been the only one conscious at the time he was the one to watch as firefighters pulled their inert bodies from the smashed vehicle just as ambulances had arrived. He was the one to have Takeru taken from his arms as medics checked for signs of life in the boy. He was the one who climbed into the ambulance with his brother while their parents were taken to the hospital in another one. He was the one who, that same night, was told the most horrible news ever: their parents had died. Their mother from massive blood loss and their father from brain trauma when his head collided with the steering wheel. Yamato was the first one to mourn his parents by crying himself to sleep every night that week and seeing the images played through in his mind. He didn't want Takeru to know, but he knew he would eventually. “Mom and dad… they…” he couldn't bring himself to do it. “… died.” He whispered the final word, hoping Takeru hadn't heard it, but he had and broke down crying.

DarkTy: As you can see, this story won't be all happy like the rest of my stories. It will be sad at times, but hopefully you'll think it's good. Anyway, reviews welcome, flames are not.