Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Life Game ❯ Bleeding Is Breathing ( Chapter 4 )
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By: belladonna fait 
osamu + daisuke = ow!
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Cyberpunk | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 403 | Status: Work In Progress
osamu + daisuke = ow!
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Cyberpunk | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 403 | Status: Work In Progress
Life Game
Bella - Now the fun begins (sorry for all the wait)
Davis - I dont like the sound of that
Ken - You hit me, over the head, with a BOOK?!?!
Bella - Dont blame Dai-chan, I control him.
Ken - nooooooooooooo.
Davis - she dont own us.
Osamu watched the captive silently, he could feel anger bubbling deep inside him.
How *dare* anyone try to enter his home, and hurt his brother. The captive was a
boy, his age was about the same as Kens, he had naturally deep red spikey hair and
was wearing a jacket, shirt, jeans and gloves, all in black. Osamu had tied him to a
chair, where he sat, held up by the ropes around his waist and legs, his hands tied
behind his back, but he was still unconcious from his fall. The captive's head rolled to
one side and a quiet groan escaped from his lips.
"Is he awake?" Osamu said coldly toone of his henchmen. The man leant down beside Daisuke
and opened his eye lids.
"He will be soon." The man muttered and stepped back out of the way. Daisuke's
eyes fluttered as they adjusted to the dim light and focused on Osamu.
~Oh shit.~ he thought as he saw the silent rage of the blue haired man in front of him.
"You can hear me?" Osamu looked at his henchmen. One hit Daisuke on the side of
the head.
"Nod!" Daisuke nodded. "Well then. What are you doing in my house?"
When Daisuke didnt answer the henchman punched him in the jaw. Daisuke felt blood
in his mouth as his lip split, god but he felt horrible, his leg was throbbing and he
wondered what other damage he had done to himself.
"Hikari sent you didnt she?" Osamu pulled a chair up to Daisuke and sat on it, leaning
close to the tied up boy. "Didnt she?" Daisuke shook his head as another blow hit the
back of his head.
"Speak!" Osamu commanded.
"No!" Daisuke choked out as Osamu produced a pocket knife from his coat and
flicked it open.
"Then who did?" Osamu asked putting the knife onto Daisukes arm, the metal was
cold against his naturally dark skin. Daisuke said nothing, he couldn't say much
without revealing who he was, and he didnt want anyone to know that. Daisuke
groaned wordlessly as the knife bit deep into his arm and blood welled up in the gash.
"Who sent you?" Daisuke stared back into those light blue eyes, shaking with the pain.
Osamu turned to the two henchmen who stood watching impassively.
"You are excused." He said stiffly and they both nodded and left. Osamu turned his
eyes back to Daisuke and put the knife to his arm again.
"Now you wanted what?" Daisuke lurched as far forward as he could and a cry of
pain tore from his lips, but Osamu's cold hard as iron grip on his arm remained, as did
the cruel knife.
The torture went on until the door opened and Osamu growled.
"I told you to leave!"
"Sam?" Daisuke lifted his eyes and saw a shocked Ken standing in the doorway, a
look of horror in his indigo eyes. Blood had run down the length of Daisuke's arm and
was dripping from his finger tips to the polished wood floor.
"Ken, go back to your rooms. I'll talk to you in the morning." Osamu said wearily.
"What are you doing Osamu?" Ken said horrifyed.
"Just go Ken!" Osamu snapped at his brother and Ken looked hurt. Osamu turned his
attention back to Daisuke as the door shut.
"Now, where were we?" Osamu regained his grip on Daisuke's bloody arm and looked at it critically then stabbed the knife in deep. Daisuke screamed and Osamu pulled the knife out
and stared facinated at the blood that welled up from the deep cut. A movement from the
back of the roomcaught Daisuke's pain wrapped mind and he forced his eyes onto it and
was amazed to see Ken stalking up behind his brother.
Osamu caught the flicker of Daisuke's eyes and turned too late, as Ken brought a
heavy vase down on his head. The elder brother's eyes rolled up in his head and he
collapsed into a heap on the floor. Ken quickly went around behind Daisuke and
untied the rope. Once they were undone Daiuske slipped to the floor, kneeling in his
own blood.
"Come on! Hey?" Ken grabbed his unhurt arm and yanked him to his feet. "Come
on." Daisuke let himself be dragged away and out of the house.
Once out in the outside world Ken's bravado disapeared and he looked frightened.
"Where do you live?" He asked Daisuke, who whispered the address, he had no
energy left at all to fight.
Miyako sat down on a chair, she was *not* happy. She was, of course at Daisuke's
apartment, which doubled as hers at times like this. Her flatmate, another stripper who
called herself Ginger, was having a party at their flat, and Miyako had come to
Daisuke's to stay. Daisuke wasnt here, though, so Miyako had let herself in (she'd
stolen his key one day and got a copy of it) and was now quite comfy walking around
in his bathrobe. Miyako threw herself down on the couch and flicked on the TV, a late
night movie was on, one of those ones that were really old, and had no story line, just
lots of death. The door knocked and Miyako frowned..
No one ever knocked here, no one ever visited, on the exception of Daisuke's rare boyfriends. She walked over to the door and looked through the spy-hole. A tall boy with long dark hair was holding a drunk looking Daisuke, obviously trying to get him to give over the keys. Miyako
grinned, young love was cute.
Ken was having trouble holding Daisuke up, he fumbled in his pockets for keys, but
couldnt find any. In sheer desperation he knocked on the door and then went back to
searching pockets. To his surprise the door swung open and a beautiful girl in a
bathrobe opened the door with a small grin on her face. Ken froze, not knowing what
to say but the girl smiled and opened the door wider for them.
"Hi, Im Miyako. You must be Daisuke's new guy."
Ken wisely said nothing and he staggered into the apartment. The girl, Miyako, frowned then took a closer look at the red haired boy. With a flash of steel, she had Ken against the door, a knife at his throat.
"What did you do to him?" She asked coldly.
*********
Oh i have such a mental blank. any clues on where i should go from here would be greatly appreciated. thank you
loves bella
(ps. i am so very sorry Dai-chan, but i had to do that to you...)
*it'll get worse...*
Bella - Now the fun begins (sorry for all the wait)
Davis - I dont like the sound of that
Ken - You hit me, over the head, with a BOOK?!?!
Bella - Dont blame Dai-chan, I control him.
Ken - nooooooooooooo.
Davis - she dont own us.
Osamu watched the captive silently, he could feel anger bubbling deep inside him.
How *dare* anyone try to enter his home, and hurt his brother. The captive was a
boy, his age was about the same as Kens, he had naturally deep red spikey hair and
was wearing a jacket, shirt, jeans and gloves, all in black. Osamu had tied him to a
chair, where he sat, held up by the ropes around his waist and legs, his hands tied
behind his back, but he was still unconcious from his fall. The captive's head rolled to
one side and a quiet groan escaped from his lips.
"Is he awake?" Osamu said coldly toone of his henchmen. The man leant down beside Daisuke
and opened his eye lids.
"He will be soon." The man muttered and stepped back out of the way. Daisuke's
eyes fluttered as they adjusted to the dim light and focused on Osamu.
~Oh shit.~ he thought as he saw the silent rage of the blue haired man in front of him.
"You can hear me?" Osamu looked at his henchmen. One hit Daisuke on the side of
the head.
"Nod!" Daisuke nodded. "Well then. What are you doing in my house?"
When Daisuke didnt answer the henchman punched him in the jaw. Daisuke felt blood
in his mouth as his lip split, god but he felt horrible, his leg was throbbing and he
wondered what other damage he had done to himself.
"Hikari sent you didnt she?" Osamu pulled a chair up to Daisuke and sat on it, leaning
close to the tied up boy. "Didnt she?" Daisuke shook his head as another blow hit the
back of his head.
"Speak!" Osamu commanded.
"No!" Daisuke choked out as Osamu produced a pocket knife from his coat and
flicked it open.
"Then who did?" Osamu asked putting the knife onto Daisukes arm, the metal was
cold against his naturally dark skin. Daisuke said nothing, he couldn't say much
without revealing who he was, and he didnt want anyone to know that. Daisuke
groaned wordlessly as the knife bit deep into his arm and blood welled up in the gash.
"Who sent you?" Daisuke stared back into those light blue eyes, shaking with the pain.
Osamu turned to the two henchmen who stood watching impassively.
"You are excused." He said stiffly and they both nodded and left. Osamu turned his
eyes back to Daisuke and put the knife to his arm again.
"Now you wanted what?" Daisuke lurched as far forward as he could and a cry of
pain tore from his lips, but Osamu's cold hard as iron grip on his arm remained, as did
the cruel knife.
The torture went on until the door opened and Osamu growled.
"I told you to leave!"
"Sam?" Daisuke lifted his eyes and saw a shocked Ken standing in the doorway, a
look of horror in his indigo eyes. Blood had run down the length of Daisuke's arm and
was dripping from his finger tips to the polished wood floor.
"Ken, go back to your rooms. I'll talk to you in the morning." Osamu said wearily.
"What are you doing Osamu?" Ken said horrifyed.
"Just go Ken!" Osamu snapped at his brother and Ken looked hurt. Osamu turned his
attention back to Daisuke as the door shut.
"Now, where were we?" Osamu regained his grip on Daisuke's bloody arm and looked at it critically then stabbed the knife in deep. Daisuke screamed and Osamu pulled the knife out
and stared facinated at the blood that welled up from the deep cut. A movement from the
back of the roomcaught Daisuke's pain wrapped mind and he forced his eyes onto it and
was amazed to see Ken stalking up behind his brother.
Osamu caught the flicker of Daisuke's eyes and turned too late, as Ken brought a
heavy vase down on his head. The elder brother's eyes rolled up in his head and he
collapsed into a heap on the floor. Ken quickly went around behind Daisuke and
untied the rope. Once they were undone Daiuske slipped to the floor, kneeling in his
own blood.
"Come on! Hey?" Ken grabbed his unhurt arm and yanked him to his feet. "Come
on." Daisuke let himself be dragged away and out of the house.
Once out in the outside world Ken's bravado disapeared and he looked frightened.
"Where do you live?" He asked Daisuke, who whispered the address, he had no
energy left at all to fight.
Miyako sat down on a chair, she was *not* happy. She was, of course at Daisuke's
apartment, which doubled as hers at times like this. Her flatmate, another stripper who
called herself Ginger, was having a party at their flat, and Miyako had come to
Daisuke's to stay. Daisuke wasnt here, though, so Miyako had let herself in (she'd
stolen his key one day and got a copy of it) and was now quite comfy walking around
in his bathrobe. Miyako threw herself down on the couch and flicked on the TV, a late
night movie was on, one of those ones that were really old, and had no story line, just
lots of death. The door knocked and Miyako frowned..
No one ever knocked here, no one ever visited, on the exception of Daisuke's rare boyfriends. She walked over to the door and looked through the spy-hole. A tall boy with long dark hair was holding a drunk looking Daisuke, obviously trying to get him to give over the keys. Miyako
grinned, young love was cute.
Ken was having trouble holding Daisuke up, he fumbled in his pockets for keys, but
couldnt find any. In sheer desperation he knocked on the door and then went back to
searching pockets. To his surprise the door swung open and a beautiful girl in a
bathrobe opened the door with a small grin on her face. Ken froze, not knowing what
to say but the girl smiled and opened the door wider for them.
"Hi, Im Miyako. You must be Daisuke's new guy."
Ken wisely said nothing and he staggered into the apartment. The girl, Miyako, frowned then took a closer look at the red haired boy. With a flash of steel, she had Ken against the door, a knife at his throat.
"What did you do to him?" She asked coldly.
*********
Oh i have such a mental blank. any clues on where i should go from here would be greatly appreciated. thank you
loves bella
(ps. i am so very sorry Dai-chan, but i had to do that to you...)
*it'll get worse...*