Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Innocence ❯ Our acceptance ( Chapter 4 )

Taichi slept the rest of the night on his brother's bed. He felt that Hikaru was still suspicious about what had happened in the previous night and did not want to take any risks.

He rolled over his stomach and pressed his head against his pillow.

What the hell was wrong with his feelings, after all? That was the only thing circling around Taichi's head in that moment.

Something told him he should hate that priest with all his might… but he just could not. He remembered Yamato and he would instantaneously flush. It was almost as if Taichi was… in love? Could it be?

In the next morning Taichi woke up a lot after his brother and parents, when he went to the kitchen for breakfast they were all settled down already, eating.

Taichi bowed slightly and sat with them. He got half piece of bread and some butter, concentrating completely on his tasks so he wouldn't think of anything (or anyone) else.

Stupid priest, Taichi thought, was probably laughing by now, so proud of what he had done.

Even though Taichi hadn't liked at all how that act was performed, the results had been… satisfying. Better than he could have ever thought.

"Taichi, dear?" his mother suddenly spoke.

"Y-Yes?" Taichi answered quickly, emerging from his private thoughts with his cheeks flushed.

"Have you decided whether you are marrying priest Yamato or not?" she avoided her own son's gaze, too afraid of influencing on his decision, even though she hoped he would accept the proposal.

"Yes, I have." Taichi nodded confidently.

"You won't accept." Hikaru interrupted, without bothering looking away from his own food.

"That's up to your sister, not you!" harshly added Taichi's mother.

"Don't worry, mother." Taichi said. "I know I made the right decision. For that reason, I'm leaving right now to go tell him that."

Taichi got up from his chair briskly and smiled, walking to the door ignoring his unfinished meal on his plate. Hikaru called him several times, but Taichi ignored him completely.

"I have to tell my decision. I can't wait anymore." Taichi said simply and left, leaving Hikaru behind with an anxious look on his face and his mother with a proud smile.

Taichi did not know why he was doing that. Something just told him he should go look for Yamato right away and tell him he did not want to marry him, especially not after what the priest had done to him the night before.

Taichi felt so powerless and unprotected around that man. He felt even worse for letting someone as horrid as Yamato control his life. It was about time he told exactly how he felt to Mr. Perverted Priest.

Even though Taichi knew that sounded terribly childish, it had to be done.

He arrived at the church's back door and raised his hand to knock on the door, when he heard voices inside. Taichi pressed his ear against the thin wooden door and listened carefully.

~*~

Yamato ran his hand over his forehead and wiped off the sweat, holding his chest with his other hand, trying to make breathing easier.

He should not be doing those things to that little boy and they new it, and they were punishing him for his despicable behavior.

Yamato closed his eyes and took the deepest breath he could, which, in his conditions, wasn't much.

"How dare you?" asked a feminine voice coming from behind him. Yamato smirked.

"What have I done this time, sweetheart?" he turned around, straightening up the best he could.

"Don't call me that." She said, rolling her eyes. "The name is Sora. Mistress Sora to you, trash."

"Oh, don't call me trash! I hurt me so." Yamato begged sarcastically as the girl walked around the room with her arms crossed.

Sora had short red hair and a very severe look. She wore nothing else but a plain white dress made of a very thin material, almost see-through. Even though her feet were bare and she was walking all around the rather dusty room, her feet would remain impeccable.

"Cut the crap, trash." She said, approaching Yamato to grab the man's shirt and lift him several inches from the ground. "Do you realize what you are doing?"

"No, no I don't." Yamato admitted, shaking his head innocently.

Sora didn't seem convinced. She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth a little, only enough to let out a sigh.

"I will no longer tolerate your inconvenient behavior. You were sent here to take care of people, not to hurt them. Specially not a child, you useless piece of trash!" Sora shouted, letting go of Yamato's shirt and crossing her arms again. "You have caused enough trouble! You should be paying for your debt here, not accumulating more."

"If you paid close attention to what was going on there last night you would have seen that Taichi was actually having a really good time!" Yamato rolled his eyes. "You never pay attention to me. How can you call yourself a supervisor?"

"I don't call myself a supervisor because I am not one." Sora walked to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob. "And that little boy wasn't having a 'good time', he was being molested by you!"

Yamato sighed, sitting on a chair behind him and unbuttoning his white shirt, exposing a perfect, muscular torso very conveniently.

"Don't bother wasting your charm on me." Sora said, coldly. "I'm not like those humans, easily influenced by a pretty piece of skin."

"If you are so superior as you claim, Sora, why are you going through the door?" Yamato raised an eyebrow confusedly

For the first time Sora had walked in that room, she smiled. Her teeth were white and perfect, just like everything else.

"Because it's so much more dramatic opening the door and then disappearing into the blue sky." She said playfully.

"You melodramatic angel…" Yamato said, grinning. Sora waved goodbye and disappeared into thin air without opening the door at all.

~*~

Taichi couldn't believe what he was hearing! Angel? Could it be that priest Yamato had something to do with heaven just as he claimed to the other villagers? Even though Taichi believed he was right, asking the priest was absolutely out of question. He couldn't risk being used yet again.

Taichi turned his back to the door and was quietly walking away, hoping that he would not be heard or seen. Taichi suddenly froze, he was too late.

"Come on in, Taichi." He heard Yamato's voice call. The boy turned around and took a deep breath. He headed to the door again and opened it slowly.

"E-Excuse me…" Taichi whispered, closing the door behind him as he walked into the room.

Yamato was still sitting on a chair with his shirt open and a smug look on his face. Taichi bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry to bother you, priest. But my mother told me to come and let you know of my final decision." Taichi explained at once, hoping that the conversation would last less time if he hurried his explanations and politeness.

Yamato got up from his chair in a charming, graceful way, throwing his hips forth and then straightening up slowly. He moved closer to Taichi and ran a finger down the boy's jugular.

"Before you say anything, Taichi…" Yamato looked down to the much shorter boy with a little smile, slowly caressing Taichi's left cheek with the back of his hand. "Taichi, my love… I think this may not-"

Taichi closed his eyes and interrupted.

"I accept." He said.

If Taichi had his eyes open, he would have seen Yamato's jaw drop, as he tried to say something but ended up stuttering nonsense.

"You do, don't you?" the priest finally said, clearing his throat and pulling himself back together. "Right, of course."

"I don't see why you're so surprised." Taichi said innocently. "You were so convinced that I was meant to be yours. After all, you made that very clear just last night, didn't you, priest?"

Taichi was having the time of his life, watching Yamato constantly running his fingers on his shiny blond hair with an incredulous look on his face. He seemed so very uncomfortable, and Taichi just loved it.

Having to spend the rest of his life with that man probably wasn't worth so little, but Taichi wasn't really thinking ahead on that moment. He was simply enjoying that fact that the priest had been just instructed not to get near him ever again… exactly at the same time Taichi was accepting himself as the man's "legal sex-toy".

"Taichi you little… slut." Yamato shook his head, pretending to not approve the boy's behavior. "You crave for more of that little fun time we had together last night, don't you? How very naughty of you."

Taichi covered his eyes with his hands and peeked between his fingers, with a little grin on his face.

"Oh no, don't say those things, priest. I just wanted to see if I could get you a dilemma." Taichi explained innocently. Yamato grinned even more.

"So you heard what my little 'friend' told me just now." Yamato grabbed Taichi's chin and approached his face. "You are naughtier than I thought, my love." He said, licking Taichi's lips seductively.

He turned around and walked towards a second door on the room, the one that lead into his bedroom. Yamato waved his hand up in the air.

"You got lucky this time. No memory erase." The priest shook his index finger slowly. "Knowing a few things about me may be good for you from now on."

Taichi watched Yamato close the door behind him and bury himself in his bedroom. Just as the door closed, the boy left as well, feeling a little bit better than he had that morning, yet worried about what was about to come.

~*~

Yamato sighed loudly, smashing his fist against the rocky wall of his bedroom. He hated angels, always had. Especially the Archangels, horrible, heartless angels that guys were.

The 'man' threw himself on his bed and covered his face with his hand and long fingers. That boy had really left Yamato with a great dilemma to deal with. That only made him like that little brat even more, though. He couldn't feel any anger for Taichi; he had no fault whatsoever.

However, Yamato's "dilemma" didn't last long. He realized that, if he liked the boy so much and hated the Archangels… why not simply continuing with his plan? That was so obvious.

Yamato wasn't mistaken, it was obvious indeed. Obvious, but not simple.

~*~

Taichi thought Yamato decided to forget about him, because he didn't hear about the priest for a full week. No one saw him anymore, actually. Some said he had left on a trip to save some damned souls in a faraway land, but Taichi doubted.

Even though Yamato had disappeared, he seemed to have kept his word about saving Taichi's father. The old man had gotten at least ten years younger on a single night.

Taichi was watching his father work on the crops that morning. He was sitting under his favorite tree, the one he always picked when the need to think appeared. And Taichi sure needed to think.

No ideas or helpful thoughts popped up, though.

"I'll go with your mother and brother to town so we can sell some of the vegetables." Taichi's father explained, with great enthusiasm. "You don't have to work, just cook us some dinner." He smiled and ruffled Taichi's hair, as if thanking his "daughter" for the sacrifice "she" had done.

Taichi nodded and waved goodbye to his family before returning to his apple tree. He closed his eyes and felt the warm summer breeze and relaxed, forgetting about angels, priests and weddings for a moment, and remembering his childhood when he used to play with his friends without having to worry about "grown up things".

Taichi felt a hand touching his face and the breeze was suddenly blocked. He opened his eyes and caught sight of Yamato's bright blue eyes gazing right into his. The man was inches away from Taichi's face, smiling.

"Missed me?" he asked. Taichi shook his head. "I know you did."

Yamato pressed his lips against Taichi's and remained there for a moment without doing anything, just feeling the younger boy's lips against his.

Kissing seemed awfully weird for Taichi. He didn't think it was very pleasurable having his lips brushed against someone else's. But, for some reason, it felt amazing when that "someone else" was Yamato.

At the same time, that feeling was completely wrong, unlikely and terribly disgusting. He couldn't resist, though.

Taichi parted his lips and let the older man's tongue slip into his mouth and doing whatever he wanted that way. A chill ran down Taichi's spine as he felt Yamato's hand sliding up his leg and under his dress, lifting it up to the boy's waist.

Taichi thought about breaking away, but his body wasn't under his control anymore.

Yamato broke the kiss himself and smiled.

"Everything is ready for our wedding." He said.

"So that's why you were gone for a week? You were arranging things for the wedding?" Taichi raised an eyebrow.

"Of course. What did you think?" Yamato asked innocently. "I wouldn't have gone to have visit God now, would I?"

Taichi rolled his eyes. "After what I've heard, I wouldn't doubt it."

"Well, I don't have much of a good reputation with God." Yamato shuddered and kissed Taichi again, this time letting his hand slid further and further down the boy's stomach, slowly approaching an area Yamato was especially fond of.

A cracking noise startled Taichi. He opened his eyes and tried to free himself from the man's grasp. Being caught doing something so inappropriate certainly was not in his plans.

"You perverted little monster." Taichi heard a voice filled with disdain say. "Shame on you! He's a few hundred years younger than you, is he not?"

Yamato moved to the side so he would sit beside Taichi.

There was a boy standing in front of them. He probably wasn't much older than Taichi himself, but he had such a mischievous look on his face that made it hard to believe he actually was just that young and pure.

The boy's hair was very similar to Taichi's, spiky and chocolate brown. They were very much alike, actually. Same height, same weight, they could be considered "long lost brothers." There was just one thing that could tell them apart: wings.

"Am I too early for the wedding?" the boy asked, scratching his chin.

"A week early, Daisuke." Yamato rolled his eyes and waved his hand, making the boy's wings disappear.

"Ahhh, don't!" Daisuke whined, moving closer and grabbing Yamato's cheeks with his hands and pulling on them. "Make my wings grow back! They're small, but I'm proud of them!"

Taichi covered his mouth with his hand to muffle a little laugh. Yamato noticed and smacked Daisuke hard on the hand, making the boy cry and sit on the ground with them.

"You're so mean, Yamato!" Daisuke complained, massaging his head.

Taichi watched Yamato drifting to a much sulkier mood. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, as if trying to control himself. Finally, the priest, or whoever he was, turned to Daisuke and spoke in an almost too calm tone.

"You are a week early. Go back. Return on the right day."

Daisuke looked around, thoughtful. He was blinking really quickly and always keeping his hands busy with something, seeming anxious about something.

"Why are you so… nervous?" Taichi asked without thinking.

"I'm not nervous. No, I'm not. Do I look nervous to you? Because I'm certainly not nervous. No, no. Definitely not nervous." Daisuke leaned forward and grabbed Taichi by the front of his dress. His eyes widened and he grinned. "Do I look nervous to you?"

Before Taichi could have any reactions, Daisuke's head had been pressed to the ground… and left there.

"Don't touch him." Yamato growled. "If you ever try something again…" he moved his pointy finger across his throat. "I'll cut your head off, angel."

Taichi watched Yamato protect him with such ferocity it was almost scary. He almost seemed like someone else right there. Daisuke tried to protest, but he only got his head pressed to the ground again.

Yamato was definitely someone else when mad like that. Taichi could almost see a glimpse of red in his blue eyes.

"Now, now! Calm down!" Taichi tried to interfere, but Yamato only kissed his cheek and told him he didn't want Taichi to spill blood all over his dress.

It was all great until then. Taichi was almost happy with his future "husband" and almost accepting his situation. But Taichi was so overwhelmed with acceptation, that he didn't realize he had really seen a red sparkle in Yamato's eyes.

And that sparkle was just the tip of the iceberg. There was something far more complex behind that pretty blue eyes and shiny blond hair. Because that was no regular priest, as Taichi was already aware of. But he was no regular angel either. In fact, he was no angel, nor demon.

Yamato was a mess, as Taichi would soon find out.

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If I have any excuses for this chapter's lateness? No, I don't. I've been a little busy, that's true... but I suppose it wasn't that much to stop me from writing more. ^^; It was all pure lack of inspiration… and laziness. I'm so sorry!

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