Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Nowhere Man ❯ Yesterday ( Chapter 1 )

Hi everyone *waves* I haven't posted anything new in a while, have I. Gomen-nasai. This is definitely not going to be a one shot thing. I already I have the next two chapters written, but I don't know if I'll post 'em. I'm going away for a week so I'll probably finish another chapter during that time. So please read and review!!!

Disclaimer: Guess what!! I own 2 shares of Bandai!!! I partially own Digimon!!! Isn't that great!!!!!!!

Flashbacks are in italics between to short lines of ~~~~~~~~. Now onto the story! ^ ^

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Yesterday

by Nakago

The church was quite large from the outside, one of those old gothic architecture marvels. Even though it had been built less than a century ago it still conveyed a sense of great age and mysticism. The room was dimly lit by a large collection of electric candles. The pews glistened in the artificial lighting giving off the image that they were glowing. The high vaulted ceiling gave the place an air of great space though it was quite small. Though the room was meant to hold a couple hundred people, it was only occupied by the Head priest and his unofficially helper.

The helper was a boy of medium height, about 5'8", of slight build and pale skin. His light blonde hair, and pale skin worked in accordance with his white clothing to give him a washed out and faded look. He stood out starkly against the black concert piano he sat behind. He lightly stroked the keys with his hand, mind obviously elsewhere. Slowly he awakened to the world around him and began to gather up his music.

"Yamato," the old priest called to him as he stood up from the piano to leave, "Will you help me clean up?"

Yama smiled, happy to be of service, and grabbed a broom from the closet behind the altar. He began to sweep up the dirt and mud that had been brought in. Sweeping isn't very hard work, it's actually very soothing once you've got the right rhythm; his mind began to drift.

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The music beat and the lights pulsed in the main room of the nightclub. Teen body's swayed to the energetic beat raising their energy in a frantic hurricane of power. In the midst of this tempest one lithe boy leaned against a wall; the eye of the storm.

"Hey Yamato," From out of the tangle of bodies walked a girl in a 'I'm obsessed with leather outfit.' A miniskirt slid farther up her ass as her hips swayed in a seductive walk. A short leather crop top and thigh high leather boots with 5 inch heels completed the outfit. She reached his side and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Can I borrow some money from you?"

Yamato, thumps hooked in his front pocket, narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "What for?"

"Just to buy some weed, it's cheaper than what the other guy sells it at," she whispered in his ear, licking the edge as she did so. One hand trailed down his chest to his stomach, fingers slipping underneath her shirt to caress his washboard stomach. She gave him an inviting smile as she scratched her fingers over his bare skin leaving behind four thin red welts.

He shook his head once, declining her invitation. "Fine. Back pocket, but you better pay me back."

She slid her hand out of his shirt and snaked her hand in his pocket, caressing his ass as she did so, she pulled out two twenties, "Thanks." She gave him a very passionate kiss on, and in, his mouth before fading back into the masses.

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The priest collected his papers together and catalogued them in a stand beside the podium "That was some beautiful music you played at the funeral," the priest said climbing off the altar and heading toward the first row of seating. He produced a dusting cloth with a flourish and proceeded to polish the seats to a high shine. "My pianist is busy this weekend," he dusted the pew a bit more before moving on to the next bench. " Would you be willing to play for my Sunday sermon?" He lifted his head and peered at Yamato through the gloom.

Yamato nodded, scratching at the floor with his broom, thoughts still partially lost in the past.

"That's great, could you try to get here a half an hour early so that I can give you the music?"

Yamato nodded once again, as the past caught him.

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It was almost pitch black in the alley, the buildings on either side blocked out most of the moonlight. The darkness also hid all the foulness of the trash, water, and dead rodents. Who knew what was living in the temped pools of sewage that oozed up through the cracks in the pavement?

"Hey Yamato, should we really be doing this?" asked a gawky teenager in black jeans and a black t-shirt, his blonde hair reflected the moonlight in odd waves. "We won't get in trouble or anything, will we?"

Yama crept quietly along the path, moving from shadow to shadow. Dressed in all black with a black beanie pulled low over his hair, he'd blend perfectly in with the night, if it wasn't for his pale skin that glowed eerily. A brown rope was wrapped around his waist. "Of course we'll get in trouble if we're caught, but that's what makes it fun."

"But will we go to jail?" the boy persisted, a slightly hysterical note appeared in is voice.

"Most likely," Yamato said absently, his mind was no longer on the boy but on the task at hand.

"I don't think I can go through with this," the boy muttered, he started back the way they came.

Yama didn't even notice him leaving, he pressed his ear against a dry spot on the slimy wall, trying to hear the telltale whine of a truck engine on the back street.

He heard a whine, then the thud of something being dropped on the ground, and another screech as the truck took off.

Yama jumped over the wall. Lying on the other side was a nondescript brown box. He quickly checked the contents of the box then tied one end of the rope around it and tossed the other over the wall for the guy to pull over.

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"Since you don't know the music I'll only have you play the beginning and closing songs." continued the priest unaffected by Yamato silence.

Yamato nodded and swept the last of the dirt out the door. He went back to the piano and grabbed his music.

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Yamato stood there for about thirty seconds when he realized the boy had bailed. Cursing his name Yama climbed back over the wall, and pulled the box over himself. The box was a little to heavy for him to lift so he dragged it along the ground to his van.

Luckily the boy hadn't run far, he stood waiting beside the van, shuffling his feet. He rushed out to Yama and grabbed the box from him, carrying it the rest off the way to the van and depositing it in the back. Yama tossed a couple of blankets over it and shut the doors before climbing into the driver's side and starting it up.

They drove for a few tense, silent moments before the boy cleared his throat, "How did the drop go?"

"You would know if you had been there." Yamato replied icily.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, "I was scared."

"That's ok."

"Really?" the boy turned to him shocked.

"Yep," Yama pulled into the driveway of an old mansion. He leaned over the boy and opened his door. "You can make it up by making the delivery.

The boy paled, "But I don't know the passwords or anything!"

"You'll do fine." Yama put on a pair of headphones to drown out the rest of the kids complaints.

Finally, the boy got out of the car and went to the back of the van, he grabbed the box and shut the doors slowly so as not to make to much noise. As he passed by the front of the van Yamato waved and gave him the thumbs up sign before losing himself in the music.

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"Thanks for your help Yamato," The priest said closing the door behind Yamato as he left.

Yamato began to walk home; the warm air and cool breeze put his mind at ease and lulled him back in time.

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With his eyes closed and his ears filled with the sounds of Metallica, Yamato never saw the horrified and shocked look of the boy as he was pulled into the house by two burly guards; he never heard the boy's screams of pain as he was severely beaten. A while later one of the guards came and knocked on the driver side window of the van. Yamato rolled it down and held out his hand to accept his payment. Yama smiled as his hand closed on the crisp bills, Yamato nodded his thanks before starting up his engine and heading home.

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