Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Dead or Alive ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: LadyDragon 
After pushing the bearer of Hope away Yamato finds himself stranded, alone and surrounded by enemies. Will Taichi be able to get to him in time?
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.01.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 442 | Status: Work In Progress
After pushing the bearer of Hope away Yamato finds himself stranded, alone and surrounded by enemies. Will Taichi be able to get to him in time?
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.01.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 442 | Status: Work In Progress
Warning: The following chapter contains some rather graphic scnenes which I'm pretty sure you picked up on in the first chapter. In case you missed it much violence and bad things shall befall Yama in this chapter. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I still do not own Digimon or any of the wonderful characters in it. However I do own Kouji Katsugei and co. They are my own characters created to torture and entertain.
Chapter 2
"Looks like pretty boy here still sleepin."
"I know just the thing to wake him."
Laughing at the private joke the five boys continued their assualt on their blonde victim, lying helpless on the floor.
Wordless cries escaped from Yamato's throat as pain erupted throughout him. It felt as if he was being slowly ripped and torn in half. Dimly he realized that he was lying face first on the boy's lavoratory floor, still tied. Turning his head slightly he saw two sets of sneaker-clad feet. He had no idea what predicament he was in. Vaguely he remebered being slammed into the wall and then passing out, how he got on the floor and what had caused the pain that left him wide awake he had no idea. Only one thought flashed through his mind and he vocalized it.
"Hellpp!!!"
He manged to cry out just as tanned hands pressed firmly against his mouth, silencing his cries.
"I think pretty boy is finally awake. What do ya say guys les' have a lil fun shall we?" Mocking laughter followed the cruel words.
Yamato was pulled away from the evil laughter as the boy he now identified as Kouji Katsugei, one of Taichi and Daisuke's teamates slammed into, hard. The pain returned and with it a wash of shame, to be used so cruelly, to be made so filthy. The others were no doubt members of the soccer team as well. What would Taichi think of him now, would Taichi even touch him? Was Taichi there? Did he know, did he even care? Hundreds of questions ran through his mind but no answers were forthcoming.
"I'll be damned if I'd just lie here and let these oafs do with me as they would."
Yamato thrashed wildly trying to break free of Kouji but the others descended upon him holding him down. Insults rained down on him as Kouji continued to drive into him with a fierocity and visciousness that alone scared Yamato more than the vile act they inflicted upon him. Continuously he pumped into him, slamming Yamato to the hilt, ripping and stretching him wide before coming violently inside him. Against his will tears began to fall from his eyes, tears of bitterness and anger. Things like *this* wern't suposed to happen to people like him, not him. He saved the world numerous times, he was an up and coming rock star, this wasn't suposed to happen to him!
At that moment his mind left him and floated towards the ceiling. It was as if he wasn't really there, as if he was just watching these creatons inflicting these wanton acts upon some unsuspecting faceless bystander. His mind refused to allow him to recognize the boy being raped as himself.
Dimly he was aware of Kouji pulling out and another taking over, dimly he felt the bruising kiss that Yuki forced on him. His mind registered the fact that the five boys who held him captive were Kouji, Yuki, Aya, Midori and Jyounochi; and although his mind recognized these facts, his concsious self still refused to acknowledge that the hapless boy upon the floor was him. This blessed ignorance could not last long however as he came crashing back to himself, the out of body experiance was gone and in its wake came cruel and calus realizations.
The boys had no intention of letting him go, least not till they felt they had thoughly humiliated him. In his head he relived the earlier events of the day; Taichis' acusations of him cheating on Taichi, and Takeru's ravings on his selfishness. "I deserve this," he thought "I'm no good." Once again darkness enveloped him, but this time even the thrashings and taunts of the boys surrounding him could not awaken him.
"Yama, you in there?" A tentative knock follwed the questioning voice. "Yama, sensai knows you came to school today, sorry buddy but ya cant just skip out on English. Yama?"
Although the restroom contained several stalls, it being a public *school* bathroom and all, Taichi was still hesitant to enter. Yamato liked his privacy, to intrude on him so soon after one of their fights would only push the blonde bishounen away. That was not something *he* wanted. True they'd had their disagreements but the willowly blonde still remained in his heart, as he in hs, or so he hoped.
Standing outside the boy's bathroom Taichi had the sudden urge to laugh, to any passer-by he probably looked funny standing there begging Matt to let him enter the restroom. Yup it was definately a hysterical sight to see. Smiling slightly he kncoked again, and once again his atempts were met with silence. This wasn't typical Matt-like behaviour. Matt tended to play up the fact that he was upset or hurt, Matt liked to bask in the attention, ignoring him would *not* get attention. It was one of the many things he hated about the lithe blonde, and loved at the same time. WIth a sigh Taichi ducked his head, in case any objects got thrwon in his direction, and opened the door praying that the blonde would hot hold the intrusian against him.
"Thank god he cant hear my thoughts, he'd kill me if he heard me calling him Matt!"
Fulling expecting to see Matt standing pouting before a mirror, he was completely shocked at the scene that greeted him.
Yamato lay like a broken china doll, thrown away after its beauty is ruined by the greedy hands of a child. Dropping to his knees he bundled the slight figure into his arms, trying desperately to bring comfort not only to the fallen angel but to himself as well. The sadists were long gone and in their wake was the crumpled and abused form of Yamato, blood soaked hair, with his pants wrapped around his slender ankles. Rivulets of fluids umimaginable mingled with the boy's blood streamed down the pale legs, a cruel testament to the vile acts inflicted on his heart's desire. A deep state of shock washed over him fueling his quick temper, it did not manage to stop the tears of greif that flowed freely from former goggle headed boy. How he manage to dress and carry Yamato to the nurses office he never knew. Only one coherent thought flowed through his mind the entire time he waited for the principle, and then the police to arive.
"Please be okay Matt, please be okay."
Eek! Okay how was that *ducks the various objects thrown at her head* I think I'll just go hide over here till the next chapter comes out. Just a side note, the Kouji in this fic is NOT the pensive bishounen from Digimon Fronteir. I just happen to like the name a lot ^_^ Dont be surprised if Kouji turns up in other fics as well.
Disclaimer: I still do not own Digimon or any of the wonderful characters in it. However I do own Kouji Katsugei and co. They are my own characters created to torture and entertain.
Chapter 2
"Looks like pretty boy here still sleepin."
"I know just the thing to wake him."
Laughing at the private joke the five boys continued their assualt on their blonde victim, lying helpless on the floor.
Wordless cries escaped from Yamato's throat as pain erupted throughout him. It felt as if he was being slowly ripped and torn in half. Dimly he realized that he was lying face first on the boy's lavoratory floor, still tied. Turning his head slightly he saw two sets of sneaker-clad feet. He had no idea what predicament he was in. Vaguely he remebered being slammed into the wall and then passing out, how he got on the floor and what had caused the pain that left him wide awake he had no idea. Only one thought flashed through his mind and he vocalized it.
"Hellpp!!!"
He manged to cry out just as tanned hands pressed firmly against his mouth, silencing his cries.
"I think pretty boy is finally awake. What do ya say guys les' have a lil fun shall we?" Mocking laughter followed the cruel words.
Yamato was pulled away from the evil laughter as the boy he now identified as Kouji Katsugei, one of Taichi and Daisuke's teamates slammed into, hard. The pain returned and with it a wash of shame, to be used so cruelly, to be made so filthy. The others were no doubt members of the soccer team as well. What would Taichi think of him now, would Taichi even touch him? Was Taichi there? Did he know, did he even care? Hundreds of questions ran through his mind but no answers were forthcoming.
"I'll be damned if I'd just lie here and let these oafs do with me as they would."
Yamato thrashed wildly trying to break free of Kouji but the others descended upon him holding him down. Insults rained down on him as Kouji continued to drive into him with a fierocity and visciousness that alone scared Yamato more than the vile act they inflicted upon him. Continuously he pumped into him, slamming Yamato to the hilt, ripping and stretching him wide before coming violently inside him. Against his will tears began to fall from his eyes, tears of bitterness and anger. Things like *this* wern't suposed to happen to people like him, not him. He saved the world numerous times, he was an up and coming rock star, this wasn't suposed to happen to him!
At that moment his mind left him and floated towards the ceiling. It was as if he wasn't really there, as if he was just watching these creatons inflicting these wanton acts upon some unsuspecting faceless bystander. His mind refused to allow him to recognize the boy being raped as himself.
Dimly he was aware of Kouji pulling out and another taking over, dimly he felt the bruising kiss that Yuki forced on him. His mind registered the fact that the five boys who held him captive were Kouji, Yuki, Aya, Midori and Jyounochi; and although his mind recognized these facts, his concsious self still refused to acknowledge that the hapless boy upon the floor was him. This blessed ignorance could not last long however as he came crashing back to himself, the out of body experiance was gone and in its wake came cruel and calus realizations.
The boys had no intention of letting him go, least not till they felt they had thoughly humiliated him. In his head he relived the earlier events of the day; Taichis' acusations of him cheating on Taichi, and Takeru's ravings on his selfishness. "I deserve this," he thought "I'm no good." Once again darkness enveloped him, but this time even the thrashings and taunts of the boys surrounding him could not awaken him.
"Yama, you in there?" A tentative knock follwed the questioning voice. "Yama, sensai knows you came to school today, sorry buddy but ya cant just skip out on English. Yama?"
Although the restroom contained several stalls, it being a public *school* bathroom and all, Taichi was still hesitant to enter. Yamato liked his privacy, to intrude on him so soon after one of their fights would only push the blonde bishounen away. That was not something *he* wanted. True they'd had their disagreements but the willowly blonde still remained in his heart, as he in hs, or so he hoped.
Standing outside the boy's bathroom Taichi had the sudden urge to laugh, to any passer-by he probably looked funny standing there begging Matt to let him enter the restroom. Yup it was definately a hysterical sight to see. Smiling slightly he kncoked again, and once again his atempts were met with silence. This wasn't typical Matt-like behaviour. Matt tended to play up the fact that he was upset or hurt, Matt liked to bask in the attention, ignoring him would *not* get attention. It was one of the many things he hated about the lithe blonde, and loved at the same time. WIth a sigh Taichi ducked his head, in case any objects got thrwon in his direction, and opened the door praying that the blonde would hot hold the intrusian against him.
"Thank god he cant hear my thoughts, he'd kill me if he heard me calling him Matt!"
Fulling expecting to see Matt standing pouting before a mirror, he was completely shocked at the scene that greeted him.
Yamato lay like a broken china doll, thrown away after its beauty is ruined by the greedy hands of a child. Dropping to his knees he bundled the slight figure into his arms, trying desperately to bring comfort not only to the fallen angel but to himself as well. The sadists were long gone and in their wake was the crumpled and abused form of Yamato, blood soaked hair, with his pants wrapped around his slender ankles. Rivulets of fluids umimaginable mingled with the boy's blood streamed down the pale legs, a cruel testament to the vile acts inflicted on his heart's desire. A deep state of shock washed over him fueling his quick temper, it did not manage to stop the tears of greif that flowed freely from former goggle headed boy. How he manage to dress and carry Yamato to the nurses office he never knew. Only one coherent thought flowed through his mind the entire time he waited for the principle, and then the police to arive.
"Please be okay Matt, please be okay."
Eek! Okay how was that *ducks the various objects thrown at her head* I think I'll just go hide over here till the next chapter comes out. Just a side note, the Kouji in this fic is NOT the pensive bishounen from Digimon Fronteir. I just happen to like the name a lot ^_^ Dont be surprised if Kouji turns up in other fics as well.