Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts From The Past ❯ Visions of Red ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer= none of this is mine, except the fic itself

Teti= I think this is just another story I begin and never finish -___- oh, well, I'll try as hard as I can to write more often but school just keeps me really really busy. Damn homework. Anyway, this is one of those "I had an image of this" stories I always tend to have. This idea plopped into my head after watching an episode of 'Relic Hunter' and, after discussing about it with my English best friend, clow-mistress-sakura (go read her fics NOW!), she was so enthusiast about the whole thing that convinced me write it as soon as possible ^__^ Luv ya Sandra-chan! This fic is dedicated to you!

There's a thing you have you know, that maybe I'll use true Egyptian in this as well. How? I have a friend who understands Ancient Egyptian, incredible but true, it amazes me when she speaks it; so I'll see if she translates for me some sentences.

Now, I know you didn't pay attention to all of this babbling, but I had to say it, and now onto the fic!

Oh, a last thing; warning: yaoi, Taito, which means uke Yamato ( I hate Yamachis or every couple with my Matt as the seme), Takari, violence and blood. This deserves a full R rating…

GHOSTS FROM THE PAST

Visions of Red

"You are mine Princess, remember, you were and will always be mine, and it's with the power of Seth that I reclaim you as my eternal consort, in this world and in the Beyond…"

"It's written in the Holy Papyruses that Darkness will enslave Light, until Absolute Love will defeat the Despair and establish the Equilibrium again"

The Darkness is above the Light, above the Light, above the Light, above the Light…

"AAAhhhh!!!!!" Ishida Yamato shouted in terror, sweating hard.

'What was that dream? My gosh, what a nightmare…thank God it was all a nightmare…'

Those were the thoughts of the blonde soon after if was awake. Damn, what a dream! He could still see the images floating clearly in his mind, the priest, the Book of Dead, the dark room were they were consummating the sacrifice; he could even smell the dizzy scent of incense and, what was that heavy odour? Lotus maybe.

It was all so real, but what made him feel bad about the whole thing was that they were talking in Ancient Egyptian, Hieratic to be exact. And that he could understand them.

But he shrugged that upsetting thought away; after all, nobody knows what dream can mean or do; they're just the unconscious part of the brain who works without a logic; things that happen in dreams often reflect what are the deepest feeling of a person and play things that minds have erased or have forgotten of. If this was the truth, did it mean that that dream meant something in particular?

No, who am I kidding? I have never been in Egypt, never talked Egyptian or even liked Egypt at all. All that sand, the desert…

Come on Yamato! That's just a dream, are you scared of a dream? An imaginary thing, an illusion? No, so get up and forget about this night!

Even with this encouraging himself, he still couldn't be comfortable; Yamato had always been very sensitive and things like that, visions, premonitions, upset him. To clear his mind and shrug the image of sacrifice away, he decided to have a cold shower; showers always made him feel better.

He strip out of his underwear and entered in the shower, where he put the temperature on cold. Oh yeah, that was perfect, so relaxing, so peaceful, so…

He never had the time to finish his thought, because the phone (damn it!) decided to ring just then. His father wasn't at home, so he had to answer to the bloody machine and, sighing and cursing, went to the living room with only a towel on his hips.

"Moshi moshi, Ishida residence, Yamato's speaking" he said, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Hey onii-chan, it's me, Takeru" his brother announced, then added, feeling that his brother was nervous "Yama, are you feeling okay? You don't sound fine. Did I call in a bad time?"

"No, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night. Just a bit tired, that's all. And not, you didn't call in a bad time" he lied "I was just going to have a shower"

"Good to hear you're fine" Takeru sighed in relief "look, me and Hikari are having a party at her house, you know, to, well, celebrate our engagement" the fifteen year old blond blushed at the thought of his fiancé "and we were wondering if you and your band could play for us"

Yamato smiled; it was since he was thirteen that he suspected that the strong bond between his brother and Taichi's little sister went beyond friendship, and he was glad that Takeru had finally admitted his love for her, making them extremely happy.

Suddenly the blond froze. His brother had got the love of his life, but him? There was no way he could love him back. Yes, that's right. He, Yamato Ishida, was gay. The eighteen year old had discovered his sexual preferences back in the Digital World, when he first met the boy who became his most absolute joy and his most deep despair. He often fought with him, just to bury his growing feelings for him, but those fights made only understand him that he was madly in love with this boy; with every touch shared with him, even a punch or a kick, he felt in heaven. But those feelings were wrong, so he never told Taichi the truth. Yes, Taichi, his best friend.

Sick isn't it? Or at least this was what Yamato thought .

"Yamato, hey Yamato are you there? Hello, Earth to Yamato, can you hear me?"

"Uh? Oh sorry Takeru, I just zoned off" Yamato excused himself "so, what were you saying?"

"I was asking you if you could play at my and Hikari's party in two weeks" Takeru repeated

"Of course otouto-chan, I'll show you what I can do! Your party will be great with our music" Yamato grinned

"Modest as ever" Takeru smiled "anyway thanks, you know this means very much for me"

"Don't mention it, for my brother everything" Yamato declared truthfully.

"Arigatou Yama, I love you" his brother told him "Bye"

"I love you too TK, bye" after that Yamato hung up.

Yamato went back in the bathroom and entered the shower for the second time that morning. He closed his eyes, and suddenly an image flushed his mind.

A red thing, red like the blood. It looked like a sceptre, but there were some differences, though. Weird symbols. Symbols he had never seen before. Then, a light, two red, wide, bloody eyes. And a laugh, an horrific laugh. Then someone spoke, his voice sounding seep and far.

"You're mine, you were and you'll always be. You belong to me. The time for re-union is coming closer. Soon we'll be one again. Soon…"

Then Yamato screamed, screamed for all he was worthy; a long, thrilling, narrow scream; he opened his eyes and found the wall all covered up in blood; and there was drawn the symbol he had seen in his mind.

When another scream escaped from his lips, Yamato's body couldn't stand anymore that pressure and the boy fainted, the white of his skin producing a dark contrast with the bloody red the surrounded hid unconscious body.

End of Chapter One

© Teti Ishida, November 3rd 2001, 2.43 a.m.

Teti= that's all for now, liked it? Not liked it? Want me to continue this saga or to drop it off 'cause it sucks? You only have to tell me using the button at the bottom of this page. Constructive criticism is accepted, even flames, 'cause they'll make me laugh and will be used to cook loads of yummy food, which means pasta, pizza and chips ^___^ God, I'm thinking about food at 2 a.m. in the night…