Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Innocence ❯ Our First Talk ( Chapter 1 )

Not very long ago existed this tiny little village where all its inhabitants lived happily, one day after the other. It was also a very religious village, since no technology had yet reached the place. Even if it had, the technology of that time would be nothing compared to what we have today.

In that village, all those devoted to God were admired by all the other villagers. Not only because of all the wonderful prayers they did, bringing fortune and a good harvest to people. All that adoration was due to the existence of the high priest, the savior of the village. He had immense powers, not only curative and protective, but also of attack.

The high priest was a wonderful person. Each and every villager believed that blindly, without really knowing much of that priest's past, and also present. The man wasn't so much of a wonderful person as they thought. Nor had he such amazing powers as he had claimed and demonstrated. Or at least that was what a young boy in that village believed.

"A fake, that's what that priest is." He complained to his mother, while helping her cook dinner. "He is trying to trick us all into giving in our lands and food to him, that's what he's doing."

"Taichi!" exclaimed the boy's mother. "Don't say such things about the priest, he is a very nice man who had done a lot for us."

Taichi shook his head. "I can remember nothing. Plus, we have no idea where he came from. Or what brought him to this village."

"God sent him to us, Taichi. His past is none of our business. Mind your own problems, like your father's health." His mother insisted.

"He should at least be sincere enough to let us know a little about him. We keep no secrets from the other villagers, now, do we?" Taichi smirked, thinking he had beaten his mother finally. He was very wrong, and had forgotten about his own biggest secret.

"We all have secrets, son. And the one we both keep is one of the most horrible secrets anyone could keep. I have apologized many times to God, but this lie must be told." She said.

Taichi blushed furiously. "I don't remember asking God to be born a boy instead of a girl, mother. I don't remember ask -you- to tell people I am a girl either."

Taichi's mother had raised him like a girl to prevent him from doing any sort of hard work, and being able to help her with cooking and other house works, since they already had another male son, Hikaru.

The younger brother had been very lucky, because even though he had reached a so-called "puberty", at the age of 14, his voice hadn't changed a bit and his face was still of a quite beautiful girl.

Taichi wore a pink dress he had made himself. While he was cooking, Taichi were a white apron to keep his dress clean. He would hate to have to wash it again that week.

"You know what, Taichi?" his mother suddenly spoke. "Maybe you should go see the priest."

"Why is that, mother?" Taichi asked, suspiciously, and stopped chopping some vegetables.

"You should go see if he's such a bad person as you think he is. And ask him to come see your father; perhaps the priest can cure his illness. Your father is one of the most hard working man of this village. If he dies, God knows what might happen to us all!"

"I'm not speaking to that man! No way!" Taichi complained, punching hard the table he was chopping the vegetables on.

Even though Taichi complained, whined, shouted, cried and even threatened telling the truth about his gender, it was not enough to convince his mother he shouldn't go see the priest. Not that Taichi was scared of the priest's powers if he dared saying anything, he just didn't like to be around him a lot. Something seemed wrong when the priest was around him. Taichi was suddenly extremely embarrassed and could not say a word; no matter how hard he tried.

Due to Taichi's extremely odd behavior around the priest whenever he was addressed to by the man (which, weirdly, happened quite often), the villagers gossiped about some sort of "love" going on between Taichi and the priest. They did not know, however, that Taichi was male and very sure of his sexuality. So that was truth, the first thing he wanted to do when he reached adulthood was to leave the God-forsaken village for good.

Taichi did not enjoy dressing up like a girl. Besides not having to do any hard work, there were no other benefits about being a "female". If he ever tried making friends with other girls just to get to shower together, his mother would always stop him right away. She thought it was compromising to his identity, for she was very aware of what rested between her son's legs. And no clothing (or shaving) would be able to hide -that-.

Not much time later, Taichi was standing at the church's doorstep. He raised his hand to knock on the door and stopped. Why was he so nervous about going into that church? He had no feelings for the priest, no matter what the gossips were. If that was true, then what were those feelings all about? Fear? Insecurity of his beliefs?

Before Taichi could wonder anymore about it, he felt a large, warm hand rest on his shoulder and turn him around slightly.

"Taichi, what a pleasant surprise!" Taichi stared at the man standing in front of him and felt his stomach empty and his mouth dry. No words were coming out of there, that was for sure. "What brings you here?"

The priest was, nonetheless, very handsome. That was what made him even more heavenly, with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. He was very tall and had the nicest smile anyone would ever see on earth.

What was the priest's name again…?

"Mr. P-Priest!!" stuttered Taichi, trying to hide a mysterious and inexplicable blush appearing on his face.

"Please, Taichi! You know you can call me Yamato." Yamato smiled brightly.

Yamato Ishida, that was his name. Sounded quite Japanese, even though his eyes and physical structure seemed anything but Japanese.

Taichi was sure that smile on the priest's face wasn't completely friendly. In fact, it was very far from friendly. It was bright and beautiful, indeed, but it was mostly seductive. And, without realizing, Taichi was falling right in Yamato's trap. He was letting himself be carried away by that beautiful smile. His beliefs regarding the priest were nowhere in his mind to be remembered, Taichi couldn't even remember why he hated the priest so much just a few minutes ago.

They entered the church. Yamato grabbed Taichi's tiny teenage hand on his own grown-up one and led the boy to the front of the church. He gestured to Taichi, asking for him to see. Tachi did so, making sure to close his legs tightly and conveniently rest his hands on his lap, so nothing unpleasant showed. Taichi had a lot of experience with that sort of thing.

"What brings you here, Taichi? I never thought such a beautiful -girl- as you would come to see me all of a sudden?"

Taichi wondered why Yamato had given so much emphasis to the word "girl"? Could it be his identity had been exposed? No, no one knew his secret. Not even his brother and his father.

"Mother told me to come see you…" That was all Taichi managed to pull together that moment. The priest Yamato made him more and more uncomfortable every second. No matter how hard he tried to pretend he felt nothing, the truth was he felt a lot. Taichi felt too much, in fact. A little too much for a -male- to feel about another -male-.

"Oh, yes. I heard your father was sick, that's a very unpleasant sight." Yamato commented, carefully, and conveniently, placing his hand on Taichi's shoulder.

Why did the priest's words seem to fake? Why did he seem to only be paying so much attention to Taichi because he thought Taichi was girl and felt attracted to `her'? For some reason, Taichi felt extremely mad about that. He wanted, somehow, the priest to like him for what he was, a young boy. Even if the feelings were anything else but love, it was all right. He just wanted to be seen for what he really was.

"Priest…" Taichi called shyly.

"Yamato~..." The priest added, happily.

"Yamato…" Taichi corrected himself quickly. "Could you please come look after my father later, please?" Taichi asked in the most polite way possible, even exaggerating by using `please' twice in the very same sentence.

"Of course I will, Taichi. It's my job to help people of this village." Yamato said, with a little grin.

"Thank you, Yamato."

"My pleasure."

Taichi got up quickly and was making his way out of the church as fast as possible when Yamato called his name one last time. Taichi turned around quickly, with an even more intense blush on his face.

"What a beautiful dress you are wearing today. Have you made it yourself?" Yamato asked, smiling. Taichi nodded quickly. "I thought so. Only a beautiful girl such as yourself would be able to sew something that fits so nicely a beautiful female body, no?"

Taichi's eyes widened. Could it be priest Yamato knew the truth? Without another word he turned around and started running as fast as he could, never looking back.

What that priest had in mind was still a mystery for Taichi. But something told him he would soon find out, and he wouldn't like it a bit.

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Well, this is quite good for a first chapter, don't you think? I have no idea exactly where this idea came from, or where exactly this is going (even though I have the plot pretty much already done in my mind). But I do know where I got the cross dressing little boy from, I think. Does the name Bridget sound any familiar to the most perverted yaoi fans? ^-^ Hehe.

I better go write the second chapter soon or I might never get to continue this! @_@ Nooo!! *runs off to write more*

Lease a review, if possible, and let me know what you think so far. Any idea for the insertion of other characters is always appreciated. ^-^ Keep in mind that "Hikaru" is already scheduled to appear in the next couple of chapters.