Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Life Game ❯ Playing Hard ( Chapter 1 )

Life Game

**WARNING - Lets just say AU to the extreme. And naughty..**

Authors Ramblings - Before I start, I want to put a warning on this and a bit of explanation. (If you think you can figure my twisted mind out skip this and read the story) First of all, This story is AU, in other words, extremely not to character, digimon dont exist just the characters (if your lucky I might name Yolie's dog Hawkmon.. but im doubting it). Most of the characters are OC (out of character) you'll have to sue me 'cause Im not the best at writing people in character, but I love them so we'll forgive me. This story will include street racing, murders, drugs, guns, computers, incest, slash/yaoi (m/m & f/f pairing, homosexuality, you name it this story has) alcohol, abusive parents/family people, bashings, probably sex, mental illnesses, promiscuous behaviour, strippers and killing people for money. Alot of the street racing stuff has come from watching Fast and The Furious and getting obsessed with fast cars, 'Dirts' is an equivalent to 'Race Wars', with minor differences.

Disclaimer - I have nothing against any of these characters. Dont sue me, I've spent all my money on my car. Ideas for this fic come from The Fast And The Furious, Digimon, Harry Potter fanfiction (dont even ask) and a digimon street racing fanfic which I cant remember what it was called. 'Worm-Monkey' is copyrighted by Palls inc, I dont own that either. (its a derogative term for those who think ive lost it)

^^Start (finally)^^

Motomiya Daisuke wasn't happy. He glared at the street around him, it was dimly lit, street lamps being a luxury this side of town didn't bother with. He flipped up the collar of his trenchcoat against the light rain and stepped out on the street. The lights of a dark Mercedes flashed as he unlocked it. Still scowling, Daisuke pulled out and wished he wasn't going to meet Yamato.

Daisuke's day had begun rather normally until he heard that one of his friends had been shot over night and a shipment of guns hadnt been delivered to the right person, it had gotten steadily worse, Matt's threatening phonecall just topped it all. Daisuke pulled into an abandoned warehouse and shut his car off, as the warehouse lit up. Ishida Yamato was a tall pale man of about 22, he ran a drug smuggling ring with his brother and lover Takaishi Takeru, though their blood relation was known to few. Daisuke got out of the car, the bright halogen lights made his natural dark skin look sickly and his red hair look black, and Yamato walked out towards him.

The warehouse was completely devoid of objects. The darker boy looked warily at the blonde headed man, his right handed twitched, he really wanted to pull out his pistol and demand some answers, but he held still. Up close Yamato looked even paler, his eyes were hollow and he looked sick, Daisuke started, Yamato was a vain creature, not the sort to let himself go to waste.

"You came." The blonde said quietly. Daisuke lifted an eyebrow, he had thought of not coming, but Yamato's contacts were on friendly terms with some of Daisuke's men, he didn't want to lose his connections nor piss anyone off. So he came.

"Yeah. So." Yamato looked hard at Daisuke, a calculating look.

"I need you to do something for me." Daisuke smirked.

"And why would I do that?" Yamato's face contorted slightly as he held rage at bay. "Because you bloody well wont live if you dont!" He snapped and Daisuke glared, no one, *no one*, threatened him. Yamato visibly took a hold of himself.

"Takeru got taken. I want you to get him back." Ah, thought Daisuke, someones hit a nerve.

"Who by?" Yamato was glaring back at him.

"He.. He tried to buy some stuff off of another ring. And they caught on to him. They're holding him somewhere." Just another reason why I never did drugs, Daisuke reminded himself. There were three significant Drug rings in the city, Yamato's, Akeri's and the untouchable Ichijouji's. Every now and then Akeri's would try to buy all the drugs off of Yamato's and sell it off as there own but at a higher price, Matt's group would by it back and raise their prices and so it would go on until people got killed and one ring or the other would back off. But no one touched the Ichijouji line.. "Why me?" Daisuke asked as Yamato's hands shook slightly.

"Come on Daisuke, I need you to break in to their head quarters and check the computers to where they're holding him."

"Why me?" Daisuke asked again, getting steadily more angry.

"Motomiya Daisuke. You. Thief, hacker, street racer, and now, gun smuggling hit-man. You are perfect for this."

"I dont do that shit no more." Daisuke muttered. Yamato leaned close.

"You will."

"Where?" Daisuke asked, knowing he was going to end up doing this job whether he wanted to or not. Yamato smiled, but it was a ghastly parody of one.

"Tren Street." Daisuke's eyes widened.

"You've fucking lost it!" He said incredulous. "You sent your own fucking brother over there?!" Matt nodded, a murderous glint in his eye and Daisuke remembered with a wince how Yamato had disposed of the people who had known of his and Takeru's relationship.

"Takeru insisted on it being him." Fuck, Daisuke thought, oh god, what had he gotten himself into?

"Well that was stupid." Daisuke muttered. Yamato back handed him casually and Daisuke went sprawling from the pale man's hit. "Bastard!" He spat as Yamato knelt by him and grabbed the front of his shirt.

"You listen here." He growled into Daisukes face. "You are going to do this. Because if you dont, I will make your life living hell, then take even that from you." Yamato had managed to get Daisuke's pistol from its holster and he had it cocked under the darker boy's chin.

"Have we got an understanding?" He asked not loosening his grip at all. Daisuke nodded.

"You're going to get me killed." He murmured. Yamato smiled.

"Oh come now Daisuke. Im sure your skills can get you into the Ichijouji house." Yeah, but getting out alive might be harder, Daisuke added mentally as Yamato let him go and walked off. Daisuke re-holstered his gun and glared at the blonde's back. God, he knew this shit was going to get him killed one day. He got into his Merc and drove off as the warehouse lights snapped off plunging everything into complete blackness.

"You are a complete idiot, Daisuke. There isnt a working brain cell in your head!" Daisuke took it all in. He'd known, his friend and self proclaimed Daisuke-protector, Miyako would be upset, to be mild, at what he was going to have to do. Miyako was long legged, lavender headed girl of an age with Daisuke, about 18. She was a favourite at a local strip club and did occasional private entertainments. She was also a killer with her knives, which she seemed to be able to hide on her scantily clad person. Miyako was sitting at Daisuke's kitchen table (she had of course invited herself in again) and was wearing a silver slinky halter neck top with a matching silver mini skirt, her soft purple hair piled up on her head and falling down in curls, and she was scowling at Daisuke.

"Why'd you agree to do something like that!?!? If you're that suicidal, you know, you dont have to go out to the Ichijouji mansion, I can stab you here, in the comfort of your own home!" She ranted, shaking her head. Daisuke grinned, Miyako usually offered to kill him several times in one conversation.

"It wont be that hard."

"To die, maybe!" Miyako snapped sarcastically.

"Dont you have someone to fuck?" Daisuke said cuttingly. Miyako made the pretence of checking her watch.

"No. I ve got a few spare hours." She shot back sweetly. "Do you have a plan?" She asked, all traces of mocking out of her voice. The red head frowned.

"Well, not really." He offered with a sheepish grin. Miyako rolled her eyes.

"Why am I not surprised?" She said to herself. "Honestly, you'd never get anywhere without me." Daisuke doubted it. "Pull some blue prints for he Mansion up off of the City Council's computer and then we'll work from there." She ordered. Daisuke raised an eyebrow as she shooed him into his office. She shook her head at the mess. "Honestly, this room just reminds me of that kid's dad off Lain." She muttered to herself, referring to the 8 computer monitors networked together. (Lain as in Serial Experiments Lain (a Japanese anime), Lain's father has all these computers stuck together its very nice) Daisuke swung onto a chair and was soon typing swiftly, one computer screen showed the dial up of a modem whilst another was flicking to a web page six remained black with a little flashing white dot in the top corner of the screen. "What part of the city council?" Daisuke muttered. Miyako looked up from inspecting her nails.

"Approvals. Back in August last year." Daisuke looked at her for a moment. "The mansion got burnt down the year before last. Remember? The plans should be still in the Council's computer, they keep the plans they approve of for 2 years after the houses are finished."

"I dont know how you find out that shit Miya." Daisuke muttered as one of the black screens brightened and opened up asking for a password, another showed the city council's web page. Daisuke clicked his mouse on to another screen and started typing hurriedly a set of commands that disappeared so quick that Miyako couldn't work out what they meant. Daisuke stared at the blank screen as the hard drive hummed and the light flashed rapidly.

"Come on." He murmured.

"You dont sleep with the right people." The girl said pleasantly as one white word popped up on the screen, 'ceoocc'.

"This right person have a user name?" Daisuke asked

"Masako." Daisuke looked at the girl with an amused look on his face. He typed in Masako then a wrote 'ceoocc' into the password spot. The screen went blank then popped up blue and white.

"Well we're in." Miyako said cheerily and with in minutes they had pulled the complete plan of the Ichijouji Mansion onto one screen. Daisuke frowned at it, then with a series of clicks and commands the plans split up so that it was spread evenly on to seven of the computers.

"What's with the last screen?" Miyako asked curiously. Daisuke, scanning the layout of the Mansion, didn't glance up.

"Need it to scramble my I.P and delete my tracks." Miyako nodded absently, then pointed to the back wall on the plans.

"Thats not well thought out. If you scale that, you can get straight onto the roof then climb down into this window over here." She pointed to a window on the second story. "Providing, you of course, have all your tools still?" Daisuke didn't answer, Miyako knew full well that Daisuke would have never thrown his glass cutter, ropes or any of the other thieving paraphernalia that he had. Daisuke studied Miyako's plan, then shook his head.

"Can't do that. See this?" he pointed to a small black dot near the wall Miyako had proposed to scale. "That usually indicates sensors. They'd be idiots not to have them. That window wouldn't be any good anyway." Miyako scowled.

"Why not?" Daisuke pointed to another room that was on the other side of the house. "This would be where their computers are. See the plans, they've got extra power points, and the circuit for that rooms been increased." He pointed to a small number on the room he was talking about, the number represented the circuit number and voltage acceptable, it was larger by a substantial number.

"Plus thats were I'd want my mains. Thin walls.." Daisuke frowned. "I wonder why this part of the house has such thick walls?" He said pointing to a small wing that was rather confined and had thicker walls. Miyako looked at it.

"Oh thats the part where no ones allowed up in. I mean, the Ichiouji's rarely go up there. Maybe they just hide things up there. I dont know." She trailed off, then noticed Daisukes bemused look. "Oh, one of my clients worked there for a bit, and I was invited to a party they had once. No one goes up there." Daisuke looked thoughtfully at the screen.

"Well in that case." He scanned the screens quickly. "This west wall has only two sensors, its close enough to the Mansion, you could hook onto this dragon," the house had 6 main points on its roof, all guarded by dragon statues.

"Swing into this wall. Then across to this window. "His finger skipped to each object as he made a point. "And then.. This would be the part no one gos into. Its a hallway. Three doors. Are they locked?" Miyako shrugged. "Then I should be able to get into the Mains Room, get what I want and go. Half hour max." He said confidently. Miyako shook her head at him.

"You are so not gonna live to tell this tale." Daisuke nodded absently, he partially agreed with her. "Whatever, Look, I wanna go and see a friend, so I'll leave ya. Okay?" Miyako said uncomfortably, Daisuke stared at the Mansion's plans, he knew Miyako was either dating or seeing someone that wasn't work related, and also that she wasn't going to tell him, or any other, about it.

"I'll see ya round Miya." Miyako paused, then lightly kissed the top of his head and murmured "You be careful." into his ear.

A blue streak of speed roared past a girl standing next to a tall man in the early hours of the following morning. The blue streak slowed and you could see it was a car again, as it turned and drove slowly back to the couple. A thin weed of a man stepped out of the car and the girl walked up to him, shaking her head. "Its handling like shit." She said, tucking her cropped carroty red hair behind her ears and adjusting the dark shades she wore.

"Ahh, well, Sora, that could be the tires, or something internal." The thin man with dyed blue hair said as he flipped the bonnet and fiddled around. Sora frowned and the other guy walked up to look under the bonnet.

"Tai, you're in my light." The blue head said and Tai, with spiked up bleach tipped brown hair stepped back.

"Geez, Joe give the guy a break." Sora said as she pushed him out of the way. She looked up and grinned at him. "After all he's paying for this shit." Tai put his hands on her hips and leant over next to her.

"Glad Im worth something." She raised her eyebrows at him, then fixed what Joe had checked.

"NOS alright?" She asked as she looked in the front window of the Honda. Joe nodded.

"Yes. Yeah I think so. But I didn't use any."

"I know." Sora said archly and Tai looked at his watch.

"Hate to break in, but we've gotta go." Sora looked at her own watch, a silver chain on her slim wrist. She opened the driver's side door and got in. The blue headed boy put the bonnet back down.

"Work calls." She said to herself as Tai got into the passenger seat and Joe leaned in his window. "I'll see you this afternoon, okay Joe?" Joe nodded.

"Dont worry, Sora, she'll be ready for the Dirts next week." Sora grinned as she slammed it into gear and dropped the clutch, a squeal of tires, a bit of smoke and she was off down the highway. Joe grinned at the car, which was had taken the last year to get to where it was now. He hopped into his own red Honda Civic and drove off thinking of the Dirts, which was a gathering of street-racers for the 1/4 mile drags, he would do anything to win.