Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Drugs and Alcohol ❯ Life Sucks ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Taiorami 
The boys get to the center
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.29.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 998 | Status: Work In Progress
The boys get to the center
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.29.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 998 | Status: Work In Progress
Drugs and Alcohol
Doesn't the fact that I need a disclaimer kind of tip you off here?
It's Au, but not fantasy. It just involves a few of our boys umm...straying down the wrong path.
Public Service announcement: Listen up kiddies, drugs are bad and Rehabs a bitch. This is just another little fiction kick of mine. Kind of like that self-mutilation/suicide Kouken I have sitting around. Yeah, Kouken, as in Ken and Izzy. Or rather it's Izzy and Ken, but you know what ever.
Pairings: Taisuke, Jyoukeru Kenato, and Kouri. (And no, that isn't Kari. I was feeling experimental and these couples just reflect that...but how the hell am I gonna make Joe and T.K. work?)
Notes: Does anybody else have a hard time seeing Joe and Iori doing drugs or is it just me? Then again I can't see Daisuke willingly staying with abusive parents so what the hell. We have rampant OOC-ness and hey, it's all in fun. I couldn't help it.
Dear Journal,
This is apparently supposed to help me focus my thoughts before I go to the hospital? Or some such shit. I was a little out of it at the time. So, I'm just hanging out I guess. I'm a little freaked though.
They guy sitting next to me is okay. His name's Ken something or other and he's kind of cute. Wide violet eyes, how many people have violet eyes, and this long dark blue hair. Very cute indeed.
Anyway, there are two blondes in the van. They kinda look alike, so I'm guessing they're brothers. The older looking one has longer hair and cold eyes. His skin is kind of a yellowish white, like he would have been pale except he's sick now. I'm guessing a little too much partying is what landed him here. The other one is a little smaller and his hair is shorter. He looks pale and thin, but I can't really tell what's wrong with him. But he keeps pulling at his sleeves. Long sleeves when it happens to be 80 degrees outside, wonder what that's about.
There's a redhead with black eyes. He hasn't said a word to anybody and seems very interested in what's going on out side. (Nothing) He's hands are trembling, but the rest of his body is perfectly still. Like he's there controlling his hands but the rest of him is moving on it's own accord. Or rather isn't moving.
And lastly, there's a brunette. He's got chocolate brown eyes and he looks so tired. Like he hasn't slept in years. He talked to the redhead for a little bit then frowned. He just sank into his own world after that and hasn't said a word since.
So her I am on my way to the nut house, or as my mother put it, a home for children who pose a danger to themselves or others. And I do not cause a danger to anybody. I got stoned occasionally, maybe slept around. I'm seventeen and shit happens. Sheesh, you'd think I'd shot up my school or something.
Though there was that time I almost drove off of the bridge, but that was an accident. I refuse to admit otherwise. Hell, I wasn't even on anything at the time. It really wasn't my fault.
What had Mommy called that, misplaced blame? Or was that misplaced anger? Don't remember. The fact of the matter is that I didn't do a damned thing to end up here.
And this whole idea is stupid as hell. And I would kill to see Chase again. Stupid ass got himself thrown into one of these homes too, somewhere in England. Why England? Because it's far way from Japan and me, the provable bad influence.
Even though I never forced Chase to do anything it was my entire fault. Which is total bull but why fight it. They think I'm bad and nothing I do is going to change there minds why fight it?
Which is total bull and then some.
Daisuke Motomiya
"Your name is Takeru Takashi?" The women in front of the blond asked. He raised an eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you already know that? I mean you do have a little file there." He paused. "So?"
"Tell me about yourself, Takeru."
'I hate people calling me Takeru.' Was the first thing that popped into the boys mind but he didn't voice that for obvious reasons. "Umm...I'm seventeen, eighteen in two months, my parents found out I was gay last year, freaked, so I moved in with my older brother and now I'm here. Anything else?"
"Actually." The women said softly, staring at him with kind hazel eyes. "From what your parents told me you tend to hurt yourself. And you drift towards abusive relationships." His expression darkened. She just continued ignoring the fact she had obviously hit a nerve. "In fact your brother had your last boyfriend arrested for ra-"
"I know." He interrupted, eyes turning cold. "And I do not drift towards abusive relationships. It's not like I ask these guys to kick my ass. And I do not hurt my self. That would be redundant. I do what I do because I like it not because it hurts."
"I don't believe you."
"Well, fuck you."
"Language." She scolded. He just rolled his eyes and waited for her to speak. "I do believe you enjoy the pain, so it might not register as pain to you. I also believe you get off on the pain. You need it like you would any drug and without it your experiencing some nasty withdrawal symptoms. You crave pain don't you?"
He tilted his head off to the side. "Hurt me and find out."
She smiled slowly then hit a button on her intercom. "Hey Joe, I've got another one for you."
A young man walked through a door the blond hadn't noticed and looked him over quickly. He raised an eyebrow then motioned for him to follow. "Thanks a bunch Ms. Hido."
"Anytime Joe." Came the amused reply. Joe shook his head then left the office, not bothering to check to see if the boy was behind him. He walked into a long hallway where two other boys were standing; they had both been in the same van with him.
"This is Ken," The blunette waved, "And that's Daisuke," the redhead smiled, "And obviously I'm Joe."
"T.K." Was the quiet response.
"Please, stop, you talk too much." Joe said rolling his eyes then walking down the hall. "Please follow the talking orderly, keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, do not stand up, do not spit off of the ride and see how many people you can hit." The three younger boys blinked and Joe raised an eyebrow. "What you've never done that?"
"Umm..." Daisuke supplied, speaking on behalf of all three of them.
Joe nodded and turned a corner leading to a stairwell. He walked down the steps and turned another corner leaving his three charges hurrying to catch up with him.
"Another thing, everyone around her is part of a group, and if you're not with a groups you're fair game and of all the things you want to be fair game isn't one of them." Joe shuddered at some far away memory. "So until you find a group your mine. Literally."
"Yours?" Ken questioned, raising an indigo eyebrow.
"Ask Ri, he'll fill you in." Joe said stopping in front of a door. He open it then gestured for them to go inside. "I'll be right back."
It was a decent sized room with four beds and dressers inside. There was one closet and one of the walls was lined with windows. On the wall opposite the closet was a door they assumed led to the bathroom. Other then that it was pretty bare. There was a small brunette boy sitting on one of the beds, writing something in a notebook. He looked up quickly then looked back down.
"Are you Ri?"
"Iori." Came the semi-distracted response. "Feel free to grab a bed, your bags should be here in a little while, lunch in twenty minutes."
Daisuke shrugged and hopped onto the bed closet to the door. Ken took the bed between Daisuke and Iori, leaving T.K. the bed on the other side of Iori. And then there was silence. Iori actually looked up for more then a second and sighed softly.
"What a talkative bunch." He set his notebook aside and looked over at Daisuke. "So, why are you here?"
Daisuke blinked. "I got caught."
"Obviously." Iori said impatiently. "Everyone here got caught. I meant what did you do."
Daisuke smiled darkly. "Anything I cold get my hands on."
"You sound like me." A voice commented from what they had thought was the bathrooms. It was a bathroom but another bedroom was visible n the other side. The person who had spoken was the other blond Daisuke had seen on the bus.
"Matt," T.K. said smiling slightly at his brother. Matt sat next to him on his bed and returned the smile.
"Having fun squirt?"
Ken was officially elsewhere. His eyes were trained on Matt. Tall and thin with icy blue eyes that his smile didn't quite reach. His pale pink lips looked soft and his blond hair hung into his eyes. He was pale, but undoubtedly cute. The blue eyes looked up and locked onto Ken who had the grace to blush darkly before looking at the floor.
'Huh," Matt said, making a mental note of Ken's reaction. 'Maybe this place wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would. I'll have something to do at least.' And he couldn't take away from the fact that Ken was nice to look at.
Okay the kid was hot.
"Is that a bad thing?" Daisuke asked, drawing Matt's attention.
"Yes."
"He wasn't asking you Tai." Matt said, flipping the taller brunette the bird, but smiling anyway.
Tai waved a hand uncaringly. "I don't believe Mr. Cool landed himself in rehab. Did those all-night parties finally catch up with you?"
"Like your any better off." Matt said tauntingly at his former best friend. "Has mister soccer star finally run out of second chances?"
Tai licked his lips nervously then shrugged. What could he say? Drugs and pissing on a cop didn't mix. Not even the big shot collage star could get off on that. Which sucked, but after seeing the way his sister had cried at his court hearing he supposed rehab wouldn't be too bad.
*Blows rapberry* Ha...that didn't make much sense but what the hell. Untill next chapter!
Doesn't the fact that I need a disclaimer kind of tip you off here?
It's Au, but not fantasy. It just involves a few of our boys umm...straying down the wrong path.
Public Service announcement: Listen up kiddies, drugs are bad and Rehabs a bitch. This is just another little fiction kick of mine. Kind of like that self-mutilation/suicide Kouken I have sitting around. Yeah, Kouken, as in Ken and Izzy. Or rather it's Izzy and Ken, but you know what ever.
Pairings: Taisuke, Jyoukeru Kenato, and Kouri. (And no, that isn't Kari. I was feeling experimental and these couples just reflect that...but how the hell am I gonna make Joe and T.K. work?)
Notes: Does anybody else have a hard time seeing Joe and Iori doing drugs or is it just me? Then again I can't see Daisuke willingly staying with abusive parents so what the hell. We have rampant OOC-ness and hey, it's all in fun. I couldn't help it.
Dear Journal,
This is apparently supposed to help me focus my thoughts before I go to the hospital? Or some such shit. I was a little out of it at the time. So, I'm just hanging out I guess. I'm a little freaked though.
They guy sitting next to me is okay. His name's Ken something or other and he's kind of cute. Wide violet eyes, how many people have violet eyes, and this long dark blue hair. Very cute indeed.
Anyway, there are two blondes in the van. They kinda look alike, so I'm guessing they're brothers. The older looking one has longer hair and cold eyes. His skin is kind of a yellowish white, like he would have been pale except he's sick now. I'm guessing a little too much partying is what landed him here. The other one is a little smaller and his hair is shorter. He looks pale and thin, but I can't really tell what's wrong with him. But he keeps pulling at his sleeves. Long sleeves when it happens to be 80 degrees outside, wonder what that's about.
There's a redhead with black eyes. He hasn't said a word to anybody and seems very interested in what's going on out side. (Nothing) He's hands are trembling, but the rest of his body is perfectly still. Like he's there controlling his hands but the rest of him is moving on it's own accord. Or rather isn't moving.
And lastly, there's a brunette. He's got chocolate brown eyes and he looks so tired. Like he hasn't slept in years. He talked to the redhead for a little bit then frowned. He just sank into his own world after that and hasn't said a word since.
So her I am on my way to the nut house, or as my mother put it, a home for children who pose a danger to themselves or others. And I do not cause a danger to anybody. I got stoned occasionally, maybe slept around. I'm seventeen and shit happens. Sheesh, you'd think I'd shot up my school or something.
Though there was that time I almost drove off of the bridge, but that was an accident. I refuse to admit otherwise. Hell, I wasn't even on anything at the time. It really wasn't my fault.
What had Mommy called that, misplaced blame? Or was that misplaced anger? Don't remember. The fact of the matter is that I didn't do a damned thing to end up here.
And this whole idea is stupid as hell. And I would kill to see Chase again. Stupid ass got himself thrown into one of these homes too, somewhere in England. Why England? Because it's far way from Japan and me, the provable bad influence.
Even though I never forced Chase to do anything it was my entire fault. Which is total bull but why fight it. They think I'm bad and nothing I do is going to change there minds why fight it?
Which is total bull and then some.
Daisuke Motomiya
"Your name is Takeru Takashi?" The women in front of the blond asked. He raised an eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you already know that? I mean you do have a little file there." He paused. "So?"
"Tell me about yourself, Takeru."
'I hate people calling me Takeru.' Was the first thing that popped into the boys mind but he didn't voice that for obvious reasons. "Umm...I'm seventeen, eighteen in two months, my parents found out I was gay last year, freaked, so I moved in with my older brother and now I'm here. Anything else?"
"Actually." The women said softly, staring at him with kind hazel eyes. "From what your parents told me you tend to hurt yourself. And you drift towards abusive relationships." His expression darkened. She just continued ignoring the fact she had obviously hit a nerve. "In fact your brother had your last boyfriend arrested for ra-"
"I know." He interrupted, eyes turning cold. "And I do not drift towards abusive relationships. It's not like I ask these guys to kick my ass. And I do not hurt my self. That would be redundant. I do what I do because I like it not because it hurts."
"I don't believe you."
"Well, fuck you."
"Language." She scolded. He just rolled his eyes and waited for her to speak. "I do believe you enjoy the pain, so it might not register as pain to you. I also believe you get off on the pain. You need it like you would any drug and without it your experiencing some nasty withdrawal symptoms. You crave pain don't you?"
He tilted his head off to the side. "Hurt me and find out."
She smiled slowly then hit a button on her intercom. "Hey Joe, I've got another one for you."
A young man walked through a door the blond hadn't noticed and looked him over quickly. He raised an eyebrow then motioned for him to follow. "Thanks a bunch Ms. Hido."
"Anytime Joe." Came the amused reply. Joe shook his head then left the office, not bothering to check to see if the boy was behind him. He walked into a long hallway where two other boys were standing; they had both been in the same van with him.
"This is Ken," The blunette waved, "And that's Daisuke," the redhead smiled, "And obviously I'm Joe."
"T.K." Was the quiet response.
"Please, stop, you talk too much." Joe said rolling his eyes then walking down the hall. "Please follow the talking orderly, keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, do not stand up, do not spit off of the ride and see how many people you can hit." The three younger boys blinked and Joe raised an eyebrow. "What you've never done that?"
"Umm..." Daisuke supplied, speaking on behalf of all three of them.
Joe nodded and turned a corner leading to a stairwell. He walked down the steps and turned another corner leaving his three charges hurrying to catch up with him.
"Another thing, everyone around her is part of a group, and if you're not with a groups you're fair game and of all the things you want to be fair game isn't one of them." Joe shuddered at some far away memory. "So until you find a group your mine. Literally."
"Yours?" Ken questioned, raising an indigo eyebrow.
"Ask Ri, he'll fill you in." Joe said stopping in front of a door. He open it then gestured for them to go inside. "I'll be right back."
It was a decent sized room with four beds and dressers inside. There was one closet and one of the walls was lined with windows. On the wall opposite the closet was a door they assumed led to the bathroom. Other then that it was pretty bare. There was a small brunette boy sitting on one of the beds, writing something in a notebook. He looked up quickly then looked back down.
"Are you Ri?"
"Iori." Came the semi-distracted response. "Feel free to grab a bed, your bags should be here in a little while, lunch in twenty minutes."
Daisuke shrugged and hopped onto the bed closet to the door. Ken took the bed between Daisuke and Iori, leaving T.K. the bed on the other side of Iori. And then there was silence. Iori actually looked up for more then a second and sighed softly.
"What a talkative bunch." He set his notebook aside and looked over at Daisuke. "So, why are you here?"
Daisuke blinked. "I got caught."
"Obviously." Iori said impatiently. "Everyone here got caught. I meant what did you do."
Daisuke smiled darkly. "Anything I cold get my hands on."
"You sound like me." A voice commented from what they had thought was the bathrooms. It was a bathroom but another bedroom was visible n the other side. The person who had spoken was the other blond Daisuke had seen on the bus.
"Matt," T.K. said smiling slightly at his brother. Matt sat next to him on his bed and returned the smile.
"Having fun squirt?"
Ken was officially elsewhere. His eyes were trained on Matt. Tall and thin with icy blue eyes that his smile didn't quite reach. His pale pink lips looked soft and his blond hair hung into his eyes. He was pale, but undoubtedly cute. The blue eyes looked up and locked onto Ken who had the grace to blush darkly before looking at the floor.
'Huh," Matt said, making a mental note of Ken's reaction. 'Maybe this place wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would. I'll have something to do at least.' And he couldn't take away from the fact that Ken was nice to look at.
Okay the kid was hot.
"Is that a bad thing?" Daisuke asked, drawing Matt's attention.
"Yes."
"He wasn't asking you Tai." Matt said, flipping the taller brunette the bird, but smiling anyway.
Tai waved a hand uncaringly. "I don't believe Mr. Cool landed himself in rehab. Did those all-night parties finally catch up with you?"
"Like your any better off." Matt said tauntingly at his former best friend. "Has mister soccer star finally run out of second chances?"
Tai licked his lips nervously then shrugged. What could he say? Drugs and pissing on a cop didn't mix. Not even the big shot collage star could get off on that. Which sucked, but after seeing the way his sister had cried at his court hearing he supposed rehab wouldn't be too bad.
*Blows rapberry* Ha...that didn't make much sense but what the hell. Untill next chapter!