Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Dead or Alive ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: LadyDragon 
What starts out as a simple fight between Yamato and Taichi soon leads to a string of events neither could have imagined in their wildest dreams.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.26.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 571 | Status: Work In Progress
What starts out as a simple fight between Yamato and Taichi soon leads to a string of events neither could have imagined in their wildest dreams.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.26.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 571 | Status: Work In Progress
Dead or Alive
by Lady Dragon
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of its characters, believe me if I did you'd know.
Warning: Taito/Yamachi, Angst, Character death, semi-AU, Yama-jerk, character bashing, Yaoi, Shounen ai. Dont like dont read.
Chapter 1
He'd been a jerk, there was just no way around that fact. He had been a complete and utter jerk. Though truth be told the argument was not entirely his fault, Taichi did instigate it somewhat, the brunt of the cruel comments the two had volleyed back and forth at each other like Wimbledon finalists had however been the result of his over inflated ego. He was man enough to realize that, yet to admit such a thing even to his koi was another thing entirely. Yamato Ishida, bearer of the crest of friendship, lead singer and baseist for the Teenage Wolves was anything but cowardly, but to admit a flaw, a defect in his otherwise perfect front to the owner of the crest of courage was not acceptable! There was a reason the younger ones looked to him to guide them in the do's and dont's of society. He was their counselor in all matters of relationships, romantic or not. If someone needed a favour or just a good time he, Yamato was the one to give it to them. Why couldn't Taichi just accept the fact that he was a God among the students of Odaiba High School, hell for that matter all of Odaiba itself. Instead Taichi continued to fight against the facts, insiting that he be the only one in Yamato's eyes. A hard task to accomplish when one is surrouned by fan girls and boys day and night.
Carefully so as not to agravate the already tender flesh beneath his fingers Yamato began to asses the damage done to his normaly pale and perfect complexion. As it did most times the argument between the two lovers had qucikly turned into a fist fight, the only difference this time being that Yamato had definately come out the worst for wear. Not able to face the masses after the bitter fight Yamato had retreated to the nearest boy's facility, it was time to do some damage control. A hiss escaped his lips as his fingers made contact with the abused flesh on his jaw. A bruise had already begun to develop, by tomorrow it would rival Yolei's hair in the outrageous factor.
"At least it wasn't broken" and irate voice checked him. Yamato cursed his luck silently as Takeru, his younger brother, came to strand behind him. Ocean blue met cornflower blue in the mirror in what one could only term as a hostile glare. A staring contest had begun, the first to flinch was the loser, and he was anything but a loser. Takeru had no doubt come to check on his condition, this concern probably came with the price of a scolding as well.
"Be grateful that my jaw isn't broken? Hysterical Teeks, instead I'm walking abound looking like Yagami's personal punching bag." Yamato watched as Takeru visibly flinched at the vehemence in the words. The contest was over, Yamato once again victorius. Over the past two years a rift had developed between the two siblings, one that Yamato himself was unaware of. Takeru's naturally thoughtful and cheery personality, a stark contrast to his brother's gloomier and self-involed one, had only served to leave the two at odds with each other.
"Matt why do you have to fight with Tai, couldn't you, I dont know talk it out?"
"Oh yes of course, my bad why didn't I see it before?. I should *talk* to Yagami while he thrashes me about like Mike Tyson. You know I always did fancy having my ear bitten off." His response was a bitten out a bit more severely then intended but the effect was the same. Gone was the look of sympathetic pity from Takeru's eyes, instead it was replaced with a dark anger that rivaled his own.
"I'm just trying to give you some advice Matt! When will you realize that fighting wont solve anything, it only makes tings worse." A snort from Yamato was his only response, eyes narrowing Takeru continued on undaunted. "Matt I'd really like to say that everything is going to be alright, that you two will work things out, but I cant. I've no idea what you gits quarreled about this time and I have no mind to. I'm sure though that it involved your recent behaviour, your slefish behaviour that is. Matt, you need to relfect, to look deep in your heart and see what's really there. Your not this self-centered git that you make yourself out to be. You have to open your eyes, and fast other wise you'll lose. You'll lose everything that you hold dear in this world Matt, but more importantly you'll lose him. I'm fairly certain thats not what you want."
Throughout the entire lecture he had remained silent, giving the semblance of actually listening to Takeru's advice. but the throbbing pain on his face brought him back to reality with a snap. The ocean blue eyes froze over sending a glacial glare to the image of his brother in the mirror. "Should I *ever* want the opinion of some adolescent *boy*, who is completely uncapapble of admitting his own obssesion with his beast friend even to himself, on my love life I'll ask. Preferably though I'd shoot myself beforehand."
Silence greeted his last comment. Had he not been looking at the reflection of his brother he would have thought him gone. As it was he was forced to gaze into the hurt and defeated eyes of Takeru, possibly the only person to ever truly care about him. Imediately his mind screamed and berated him for his actions, demaned that he apologize and bring that smile back to his brother's face. Instead his sharp tongue took control. "Why dont you run along now Teeks, there's no need to stand there crying like a baby you know."
He half expected to be decked well and good right there on the spot, but Takeru never was one to attack from behind. Ignoring the strangled gasps and the near-silent sobs emitting from the young boy Yamato turned back to the mirror, sighing deeply he pulled out a compact and begun the difficult task of covering the many brusies that now decorated his face, the bruise on his jaw was not his only concern now. He continued on, a mask of indifference set firmly into place till he heard the oh-so quite steps and the sound of the door closing signalling the retreat of his brother.
It hurt to be so cold, but that was what he knew, and that was what was expected of him. No one wanted nor needed the the caring and thoughtful Matt Ishida, no they wanted only the cool, and untouchable Yamato. Only Takeru bothered to call him Matt, only Takeru saw him as he was meant to be seen. It had hurt to push him away like that, but he needed time to be alone to compose himself, to put the cracked mask of untouchable, suave Yamato firmly back into place.
Grudingly he picked up his massacara wand and attempted to draw attention away from the semi-noticeable blemishes to his beautiful blues. So intent was he on his task that he never heard the creak of the bathroom door opening, nor the heavy footfalls of the boys aproaching him. His first realization that something was amiss came only when he was grabbed roughly from behind and slammed crudely up against the cool plaster of the wall, his arms were pulled painfully behind him and secured with what he surmized to be duct tape. Only then did realization set in. "I shouldb't have pushed TK away" he thought fleeting as his head was snaped back by his hair and smashed face-first into the hard wall before him. Pain laced through his body, and his knees buckled allowing the cold un-yeilding tile of the floor to rush up to him as blessed darkness exploded around him.
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by Lady Dragon
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of its characters, believe me if I did you'd know.
Warning: Taito/Yamachi, Angst, Character death, semi-AU, Yama-jerk, character bashing, Yaoi, Shounen ai. Dont like dont read.
Chapter 1
He'd been a jerk, there was just no way around that fact. He had been a complete and utter jerk. Though truth be told the argument was not entirely his fault, Taichi did instigate it somewhat, the brunt of the cruel comments the two had volleyed back and forth at each other like Wimbledon finalists had however been the result of his over inflated ego. He was man enough to realize that, yet to admit such a thing even to his koi was another thing entirely. Yamato Ishida, bearer of the crest of friendship, lead singer and baseist for the Teenage Wolves was anything but cowardly, but to admit a flaw, a defect in his otherwise perfect front to the owner of the crest of courage was not acceptable! There was a reason the younger ones looked to him to guide them in the do's and dont's of society. He was their counselor in all matters of relationships, romantic or not. If someone needed a favour or just a good time he, Yamato was the one to give it to them. Why couldn't Taichi just accept the fact that he was a God among the students of Odaiba High School, hell for that matter all of Odaiba itself. Instead Taichi continued to fight against the facts, insiting that he be the only one in Yamato's eyes. A hard task to accomplish when one is surrouned by fan girls and boys day and night.
Carefully so as not to agravate the already tender flesh beneath his fingers Yamato began to asses the damage done to his normaly pale and perfect complexion. As it did most times the argument between the two lovers had qucikly turned into a fist fight, the only difference this time being that Yamato had definately come out the worst for wear. Not able to face the masses after the bitter fight Yamato had retreated to the nearest boy's facility, it was time to do some damage control. A hiss escaped his lips as his fingers made contact with the abused flesh on his jaw. A bruise had already begun to develop, by tomorrow it would rival Yolei's hair in the outrageous factor.
"At least it wasn't broken" and irate voice checked him. Yamato cursed his luck silently as Takeru, his younger brother, came to strand behind him. Ocean blue met cornflower blue in the mirror in what one could only term as a hostile glare. A staring contest had begun, the first to flinch was the loser, and he was anything but a loser. Takeru had no doubt come to check on his condition, this concern probably came with the price of a scolding as well.
"Be grateful that my jaw isn't broken? Hysterical Teeks, instead I'm walking abound looking like Yagami's personal punching bag." Yamato watched as Takeru visibly flinched at the vehemence in the words. The contest was over, Yamato once again victorius. Over the past two years a rift had developed between the two siblings, one that Yamato himself was unaware of. Takeru's naturally thoughtful and cheery personality, a stark contrast to his brother's gloomier and self-involed one, had only served to leave the two at odds with each other.
"Matt why do you have to fight with Tai, couldn't you, I dont know talk it out?"
"Oh yes of course, my bad why didn't I see it before?. I should *talk* to Yagami while he thrashes me about like Mike Tyson. You know I always did fancy having my ear bitten off." His response was a bitten out a bit more severely then intended but the effect was the same. Gone was the look of sympathetic pity from Takeru's eyes, instead it was replaced with a dark anger that rivaled his own.
"I'm just trying to give you some advice Matt! When will you realize that fighting wont solve anything, it only makes tings worse." A snort from Yamato was his only response, eyes narrowing Takeru continued on undaunted. "Matt I'd really like to say that everything is going to be alright, that you two will work things out, but I cant. I've no idea what you gits quarreled about this time and I have no mind to. I'm sure though that it involved your recent behaviour, your slefish behaviour that is. Matt, you need to relfect, to look deep in your heart and see what's really there. Your not this self-centered git that you make yourself out to be. You have to open your eyes, and fast other wise you'll lose. You'll lose everything that you hold dear in this world Matt, but more importantly you'll lose him. I'm fairly certain thats not what you want."
Throughout the entire lecture he had remained silent, giving the semblance of actually listening to Takeru's advice. but the throbbing pain on his face brought him back to reality with a snap. The ocean blue eyes froze over sending a glacial glare to the image of his brother in the mirror. "Should I *ever* want the opinion of some adolescent *boy*, who is completely uncapapble of admitting his own obssesion with his beast friend even to himself, on my love life I'll ask. Preferably though I'd shoot myself beforehand."
Silence greeted his last comment. Had he not been looking at the reflection of his brother he would have thought him gone. As it was he was forced to gaze into the hurt and defeated eyes of Takeru, possibly the only person to ever truly care about him. Imediately his mind screamed and berated him for his actions, demaned that he apologize and bring that smile back to his brother's face. Instead his sharp tongue took control. "Why dont you run along now Teeks, there's no need to stand there crying like a baby you know."
He half expected to be decked well and good right there on the spot, but Takeru never was one to attack from behind. Ignoring the strangled gasps and the near-silent sobs emitting from the young boy Yamato turned back to the mirror, sighing deeply he pulled out a compact and begun the difficult task of covering the many brusies that now decorated his face, the bruise on his jaw was not his only concern now. He continued on, a mask of indifference set firmly into place till he heard the oh-so quite steps and the sound of the door closing signalling the retreat of his brother.
It hurt to be so cold, but that was what he knew, and that was what was expected of him. No one wanted nor needed the the caring and thoughtful Matt Ishida, no they wanted only the cool, and untouchable Yamato. Only Takeru bothered to call him Matt, only Takeru saw him as he was meant to be seen. It had hurt to push him away like that, but he needed time to be alone to compose himself, to put the cracked mask of untouchable, suave Yamato firmly back into place.
Grudingly he picked up his massacara wand and attempted to draw attention away from the semi-noticeable blemishes to his beautiful blues. So intent was he on his task that he never heard the creak of the bathroom door opening, nor the heavy footfalls of the boys aproaching him. His first realization that something was amiss came only when he was grabbed roughly from behind and slammed crudely up against the cool plaster of the wall, his arms were pulled painfully behind him and secured with what he surmized to be duct tape. Only then did realization set in. "I shouldb't have pushed TK away" he thought fleeting as his head was snaped back by his hair and smashed face-first into the hard wall before him. Pain laced through his body, and his knees buckled allowing the cold un-yeilding tile of the floor to rush up to him as blessed darkness exploded around him.
Um okay how was that. Heh this thing is taking a far different aproach than I thought it would. Please review and tell me what you think. var PUpage="76001070"; var PUprop="geocities"; var yviContents='http://us.toto.geo.yahoo.com/toto?s=76001070&l=NE&b=1& amp;t=1033068436';yviR='us';yfiEA(0); geovisit();