Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Into the Darkness ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SaturnsFirefly 
Daisuke's run in with Yamato and his group.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 435 | Status: Completed
Daisuke's run in with Yamato and his group.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 435 | Status: Completed
A.N: Hiya everyone! *Blinks and watches as everyone scrambles and hides* Wait! Come back! I don't bite damnit! Okay, I take that back, maybe I do bite...hard. Anyway, yes, I have been writing Sailormoon fanfictions for the past four years without writing ANY other kind of anime. Well, about three weeks ago I just let go of my obsession with Sailormoon and decided to try my hand at Digimon...Yaoi! Mwhaha! Don't worry, I don't suck at writing, I think I'm pretty damn good for a thirteen-year-old girl. Just to warn you, I'm a bitter little girl, I love to fill my stories with hate and anger and abusing passion. So that's why this story is going to be an alternate universe - vampire fic! Yay! Vampire violence for everyone! Seriously, this should be a fun ride ^_^.
Haruka: Actually, all the Sailormoon fans kicked her out from the category.
Duo: Yeah, they claimed she had to many bitter and angry stories for them to handle.
Firefly: Lies! *Screeches* How can you say such lies!? Damn you! *Tackles the bishonen and wind senshi.*
WARNING: This story contains Yaoi. Yes, YAOI. If you don't know what that is, then don't read anyway, because you've pissed me off. Have a nice day!
Disclaimer: I don't, in any shape or form, own Digimon or the characters of Digimon. Thou do not own thy song named "Sweet Dreams" Thy belongs to a dude named Marilyn Manson. Whilst Yamato never did make up thy song either. (I suck at that, damnit!)
COUPLES - Lucky for you, there's lots and lots of couples in this!
Yamasuke - Main one in this, by the way.
Takesuke
Taisuke
and may be others.
AGES -
Daisuke - 14
Takeru - 14
Taichi - 17
Yamato - 17
Others as would be followed.
Satan in Satin
Prologue
By SaturnsFirefly
It was so cold, much colder then it should be in Odaiba during the late spring. Shivering, the boy threw the cigarette onto the ground, smashing it into the pavement with the heel of his shoe. He pulled his jacket more tightly around him, leaning against the brick wall of some building. A dim light washed over him from the headlights of a car that was passing by, it moved over cinnamon spiked hair, deep brown eyes, slim and compact figure and a bitter smirk before splashing over the cement hinting at a tint of silver.
Motomiya Daisuke folded slender arms across his chest as he pushed himself away from the wall, staggering slightly before continuing on his way down the pavement. An elegant hand with nimble fingers went up to his hair where a pair of goggles lay a top of them. He had received them four years ago, when he was merely a twelve-year-old, gotten them from his parents. His parents, the ones who rejected him when he reached the age of thirteen, his parents, the ones who threw him out into the streets without another thought. His goddamn parents who didn't want to love him or wanted anything to do with him? Why? Because they found out his little secret, the one he had kept in his third drawer written in a bright red notebook.
He pushed the memories away, into a darker and deeper part where he would have trouble recovering it. He shoved his hands into his jean pocket, stopping as those intense eyes landed on a huge brick building, and a dark violet neon sign that he could faintly make out. He knew that place, everyone knew that place, and it was the most popular rave in all of Odaiba, the 'Rage'. He gazed at it for several moments before starting up again, heading towards it. Of course, he didn't really know why he was going to the 'Rage', he wasn't the one who was much into things like that. But yet a scornful part in him yearned for company, and the only way to do that was to introduce himself to other things besides being a loner. For the first time he noticed that no one was lined up at the door, waiting to get in, which was particularly strange. It was a Saturday, this place was usually packed on Saturday's, but then again he had hardly seen anyone all day.
He shook the feeling of slight fear away, figuring it must've been the weather that was keeping everyone away, after all it was pretty cold. He paused in front of the large door, nervousness seeming to take over him for just a fraction of a second before he pushed the door open. The room was huge, dark, only lit by a few lamps and the stage was black, obviously whoever was going to be playing hadn't started yet. Not many people filled the room, three at the bar and a few sitting at some of the tables. Daisuke took a seat towards the front so he could see whatever was going on tonight, better. Maybe this wasn't a mistake after all, he could have some fun if he liked the band.
An hour passed and the teen let out a weary sigh, taking a sip of his Pepsi before moving up from the booth, grabbing his coat. Perhaps no one was going to be playing tonight. He started to head for the door but was stopped by a piercing voice that seemed to cut right through him.
"Sorry we're late. We got caught up in something and couldn't really get out of it." The voice from behind him said.
Slowly Daisuke turned around, blinking in surprise as the lights to the stage flipped on, revealing a brown-haired boy carrying a drum set on stage, and a blonde one setting and hooking something up. But the one who had caught his attention was the last one who had talked into the microphone. He had alot of blonde hair that was kept in perfect place and these beautiful sapphire eyes. God, he could just stare into those eyes for eternity.
Daisuke lowered himself back into his seat, staring at the blonde as they finished setting everything up and the object of his desire introduced the band, "We're glad to be playing for this rather...small group."
That was all he said before he signaled for the brunette to start playing, the other blonde didn't come in until several measures later on a guitar (Its Takeru, people, the one who is going to sing is Yamato.) Then around six measures, the blue eyed boy began to sing;
"Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree.
Travel the world and seven seas.
Everybody is looking for something."
Goddess, his voice was amazing, sexy and deep, practically had Daisuke drooling over the pale blonde, older boy.
"Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused."
The blonde paused in his singing as the band began to take on its solo. His blue eyes met Daisuke's for just a second before carelessly scanning the rest of the room. No, he had definitely not seen this boy or heard him before, he would've remembered those killer looks and awesome voice. The solo came to an end and that was the others cue to start singing again.
"Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something."
"Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused."
Those eyes stopped on Daisuke again, this time staying locked with his. He almost fell off of his chair from the surprisingly coldness and anger that was in them. They left a chilling trail as they traveled up and down his figure, resting back at Daisuke's own brown eyes as he began the next part.
"I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you."
Caught by total surprise of the lyrics, the younger boy fell of the chair. Landing with a quiet yelp, he quickly scrambled to his feet, looking back at the singer who had turned his gaze to someone else. Daisuke sat down, clutching the edge of his table, licking his lips nervously. Damn, this music certainly was...kinky in a very dark kind of creepy way.
He pressed his back against his chair, going tense as those damned eyes relaxed on him once more. With still rage in them, he could make out the faint spark of amusement. The cinnamon haired boy scowled for a minute, but stopped when the song continued.
"Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on."
"Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something."
"Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused."
A smirk flickered over the blonde's features as he started the next part, paying close attention to Daisuke's reaction.
"I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.
Gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside you."
The on-looker shook his head, shutting brown eyes tightly, murmuring to himself, "Stop..."
The music ended, much to Daisuke's relief and when he opened his eyes they were backing up from the stage, packing up their things. Well, that kind of sucked, they were only playing one song. But the boy didn't mind any other way, the blonde was still staring at him and he was beginning to feel like he couldn't breathe. He stood up and yanked his coat from the table, stumbling from the rave, he had to get out...had to.
The cool air was welcome as he sucked it in deeply when he reached outside. Daisuke placed his forehead against the exit of the rave, trembling, but not from the cold. The intensity was so thick in there, and it unnerved him how the blonde was paying that much attention to him. When he looked into those eyes it was like his breath had been caught short, like he couldn't breath very well anymore. His voice was sweeping him away, too, it was so beautiful in a dark kind of way, too beautiful. He slid away from the exit door, flattening himself against the brick wall.
He sank to the ground, still trying hard to catch his breath. There was no way in hell he would ever visit that damned place again, if they always had guys that looked and sang like that. The way he moved when he sang, it was too graceful, too cat-like for any human to possess, he just moved to fast. But Gods, he was beautiful in every aspect, and the moment the boy had laid eyes on him he was in love. He didn't notice that someone also exited the building, was too busy caught up in his own thoughts to worry about others.
"Hey, are you okay?"
The voice broke him from his concentration, and Daisuke glanced up in surprise, meeting a pair of teasing light blue eyes. For a second, his breath caught in his throat, but then he realized that this was the blonde who was playing the guitar. The brown-eyed boy stared blankly at the blonde for an uncomfortable while, partly in shock and partly in relief.
The blonde kneeled down to him, waving a hand in front of his face, "Are you okay?" He repeated.
Daisuke nodded numbly and the other smiled at him, "Well, that's good. I was afraid Yamato had given you a heart attack or something. He has a tendency of doing that to people."
'Yamato,' Daisuke thought suddenly, 'So that's his name.'
"I'm sorry if he took you by surprise and all, but it was just a song," The blonde offered a hand, but when Daisuke didn't respond the other grabbed his arm in a vise-like grip and pulled him up with surprising strength, "I'm Takeru."
The other hesitated, before nodding slightly. "Daisuke."
Takeru grinned, those blue eyes still teasing. "That was pretty dense of Yamato to pull that on you, he should've known that-" He cut off suddenly, as if realizing something.
"He should've known what?" The boy pressed.
"Nothing," He shook his head, "Nevermind. Just forget I said anything."
There was a minute of silence shared between the two, before the shorter boy spoke up, "So, where's...Yamato and that other brown haired one?"
"Oh, their loading all our stuff into our truck in the back," Takeru jerked his thumb backwards, "They should be out in no time, and the other one was Taichi."
Daisuke shifted apprehensively, "Maybe I should go then, if they're going to be out soon."
"Guess you did get him pretty badly, Yamato," A voice snickered from the exit, "He looks really tense."
The brunette, Taichi, who was playing the drums on the stage stepped out from the darkness, still laughing quietly. Then the blonde, in whom he discovered his name was Yamato, stood next to him, surveying Daisuke silently. Taichi stopped laughing, doing the same thing, only he stepped closer to the cinnamon haired boy, giving Takeru a light push out of the way.
"I don't see why you wouldn't want to stare at him, though," The older one whispered, reaching out a hand to touch Daisuke's face, "He's beautiful."
Yamato caught Taichi's hand before he could touch the shaking Daisuke, "Not now. There will be plenty of time for that later."
The brunette let out a wary sigh, backing up with Yamato and eventually leaving, disappearing into the night. Takeru glanced over his shoulder at the fear-stricken, Daisuke, before continuing on with his band-mates. The brown-eyed boy collapsed to the ground once more, cursing himself for being so weak. He didn't know why he let them get to him or even how they did...there was just something so different about them that made his skin crawl. He felt dazed and half-asleep, that was the kind of effect Taichi and Yamato had on him. With no more then a last thought, Daisuke promptly fainted.
*** (Means time pass.)
When he had awoken, the stars had moved, indicating he must've fallen asleep for a good one or two hours. Daisuke stood up, his back and neck screaming when he did so. He winced slightly, glancing over to the 'Rage' door, seeing that it was closed. With a heavy sigh he made his way from the building, heading back towards the old abandoned building that he lived in. The streets were really dark, darker then normal, making it harder for him to find where his sense of direction was. With a sleep-hazed mind, Daisuke gave up, sitting down on a pair of steps that he happened to be near by. Well, wasn't this just perfect, now he would have to sleep on some strangers steps, either that or not sleep at all. He leaned down, placing his chin on his hand, sneering. Peachy, just peachy.
It was all those boys fault, those damned gorgeous boys whom had terrified him with the control they seemed to have on him. He wished he hadn't made the mistake of going into that club, wished he could've just continued on his way like a good little boy. He snorted at the thought of actually being good as he removed a cigarette from his coat pocket. He lit it and took a long drag of it, relaxing almost immediately. Wry humor floated in his brain, he was probably going to die from smoking and doing drugs so much. But we all died someday or another so did it really matter when you passed away? Glaring at the sky, he leaned back against the railing, how he hated the so-called 'God'. Daisuke could bet that he was looking down at him and laughing his ass off at his failed life, not that he could blame him on that one, though.
He rested his forehead against the back of the stone railing, still staring deeply into the dark sky that was splattered with specks of stars that did little help of lighting the place up. He glanced to the west, noticing the moon was covered with a black mist and he frowned deeply, that was strange. He shrugged it off, taking another drag of his cigarette, it was probably nothing that should be spent worrying on. But it was still very strange that it just happened to be so dark and that it justs happened to be so cold. Daisuke shook his head, throwing his cigarette to the ground, not bothering to put it out.
The air around him suddenly changed very quickly, making the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. This thick aura of disturbance surrounded him, making him feel very insecure. Something wasn't right, Daisuke thought worriedly as he stood up. He should probably at least try to get back to his home, because he wasn't real familiar with this side of town. He didn't see the three figures coming around the corner as he all but fled down the steps, didn't see as they approached him with swift movements, only saw them when they were there, in front of him, on him.
Daisuke was slammed roughly into the wall of an apartment, back facing the brick, but it was too dark for him to see who his attackers were. His hands were held above his head and his legs were nudged apart by someone's' knee. A body was pressed against his to keep him from moving, and once his skin touched the others' his body screamed in pain, a burning kind of pain. A whimper escaped his lips as he noted voices speaking behind him.
"Well, well, well," The all-too familiar voice tsked, "I'll be damned, it's the boy we ran into at the rave."
'The rave?' Daisuke thought hazily, 'Who did I...oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod, not them, please let it be anyone but them."
A light flipped on them, a streetlight, and all though it was very faint, he could still make out who was talking. It was Yamato who had spoken, and Taichi was standing next to him, and, of course, Takeru was the one who was holding him against the wall. Takeru, Daisuke guessed, was about his age but he was well built in a slender kind of way. Thoughts of what they were going to do to him ran away freely. God, why him? Why was it always him?
Yamato glanced coldly at Takeru and the younger boy let go of Daisuke, stepping away, so the taller blonde could pass. His tall frame loomed over him, that sexy smirk still wove onto that mouth. Daisuke had considered running, but then he thought the better of it, knowing he would most likely get caught anyway. Yamato must've seen this option because he shoved him back into the wall. Damn, he certainly was going to have a bruise on his back in the morning. That is, if he was still alive by that time. Yamato's hands moved down his arms to rest on his hips, and like Takeru had done nudged his legs apart once more with his knee. Those blue eyes held their gaze like steel, and to Daisuke's dismay, he noticed the savage look of passion in them.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Yamato murmured, "Even since I first saw you, sitting there without a care in the world, I knew I wanted you." His eyes flashed, "And whatever I want, I'll get."
"Why are you doing this?" Daisuke groaned, shutting his eyes tightly as Yamato leaned closer to him, his face mere inches from the others.
"Because I enjoy it," He answered, "It's what I do, I honestly think you would've known that."
Brown eyes shot open, anger flaring in them, "How the hell could I have known? I don't even *know* you!"
"You had to know," He whispered, "Everyone knows...don't lie to yourself. You knew I was not mortal, and you knew that I would bring you pain. But you decided to ignore you're conscious and look where it's left you...with me."
"Well, aren't I just the lucky one?" Daisuke muttered dryly.
Yamato didn't respond, obviously content on not speaking. He trailed a finger down the dark cheek of his victim, leaving an invisible mark of fire that burned terribly. Daisuke hissed, clenching his teeth together to keep from crying out, he would rather die then let this...monster know he was hurting him. The blonde seemed amused by this, moving closer to the younger boy, lips resting on his forehead before brushing down over his eye and across his cheek, then finally coming onto his lips. He pressed them softly at first, before turning it into a bruising, forceful kiss.
Daisuke pressed himself even more against the wall, anything to get away from Yamato. But the older one held him firmly, refusing to let him even budge an inch. Yamato pulled away when Daisuke refused to open his mouth and let his tongue gain access. With a shake of his head, the blonde pried open the cinnamon haired boys' mouth, then continued with the harsh kiss. The brown-eyed boy let out a squeak of protest when he felt the blonde's tongue in his mouth. This wasn't what he wanted, this wasn't how it was supposed to end. Tears fell from his eyes as Yamato continued kissing him, his pale hands under his shirt, sliding up and down his back. Good God, it hurt! It hurt so much, the kiss burned his lips and a surge of anger and pain from the other boy torched through him. It was like something was being scorched into his skin.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Yamato pulled back, pushing a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes. He gripped at Daisuke's hips, lips close to the others, "You're mine, Daisuke, remember that. I've branded you, branded you with my pain so that you're mine. Forever, Daisuke, forever. You will never be able to love again without feeling a remorse of guilt. *Mine*."
Daisuke's body racked with silent sobs as Yamato let go of him, letting him fall to the ground, and he heard a whisper that seemed to float on the wind, "Forever mine..."
When he finally dared to look up, the trio was gone.
End Prologue.
End Notes: The prologue wasn't my best, I'll admit, but I just wanted to get that part over with! Now, remember, review and I'll get chapter one up as soon as possible.
Haruka: Actually, all the Sailormoon fans kicked her out from the category.
Duo: Yeah, they claimed she had to many bitter and angry stories for them to handle.
Firefly: Lies! *Screeches* How can you say such lies!? Damn you! *Tackles the bishonen and wind senshi.*
WARNING: This story contains Yaoi. Yes, YAOI. If you don't know what that is, then don't read anyway, because you've pissed me off. Have a nice day!
Disclaimer: I don't, in any shape or form, own Digimon or the characters of Digimon. Thou do not own thy song named "Sweet Dreams" Thy belongs to a dude named Marilyn Manson. Whilst Yamato never did make up thy song either. (I suck at that, damnit!)
COUPLES - Lucky for you, there's lots and lots of couples in this!
Yamasuke - Main one in this, by the way.
Takesuke
Taisuke
and may be others.
AGES -
Daisuke - 14
Takeru - 14
Taichi - 17
Yamato - 17
Others as would be followed.
Satan in Satin
Prologue
By SaturnsFirefly
It was so cold, much colder then it should be in Odaiba during the late spring. Shivering, the boy threw the cigarette onto the ground, smashing it into the pavement with the heel of his shoe. He pulled his jacket more tightly around him, leaning against the brick wall of some building. A dim light washed over him from the headlights of a car that was passing by, it moved over cinnamon spiked hair, deep brown eyes, slim and compact figure and a bitter smirk before splashing over the cement hinting at a tint of silver.
Motomiya Daisuke folded slender arms across his chest as he pushed himself away from the wall, staggering slightly before continuing on his way down the pavement. An elegant hand with nimble fingers went up to his hair where a pair of goggles lay a top of them. He had received them four years ago, when he was merely a twelve-year-old, gotten them from his parents. His parents, the ones who rejected him when he reached the age of thirteen, his parents, the ones who threw him out into the streets without another thought. His goddamn parents who didn't want to love him or wanted anything to do with him? Why? Because they found out his little secret, the one he had kept in his third drawer written in a bright red notebook.
He pushed the memories away, into a darker and deeper part where he would have trouble recovering it. He shoved his hands into his jean pocket, stopping as those intense eyes landed on a huge brick building, and a dark violet neon sign that he could faintly make out. He knew that place, everyone knew that place, and it was the most popular rave in all of Odaiba, the 'Rage'. He gazed at it for several moments before starting up again, heading towards it. Of course, he didn't really know why he was going to the 'Rage', he wasn't the one who was much into things like that. But yet a scornful part in him yearned for company, and the only way to do that was to introduce himself to other things besides being a loner. For the first time he noticed that no one was lined up at the door, waiting to get in, which was particularly strange. It was a Saturday, this place was usually packed on Saturday's, but then again he had hardly seen anyone all day.
He shook the feeling of slight fear away, figuring it must've been the weather that was keeping everyone away, after all it was pretty cold. He paused in front of the large door, nervousness seeming to take over him for just a fraction of a second before he pushed the door open. The room was huge, dark, only lit by a few lamps and the stage was black, obviously whoever was going to be playing hadn't started yet. Not many people filled the room, three at the bar and a few sitting at some of the tables. Daisuke took a seat towards the front so he could see whatever was going on tonight, better. Maybe this wasn't a mistake after all, he could have some fun if he liked the band.
An hour passed and the teen let out a weary sigh, taking a sip of his Pepsi before moving up from the booth, grabbing his coat. Perhaps no one was going to be playing tonight. He started to head for the door but was stopped by a piercing voice that seemed to cut right through him.
"Sorry we're late. We got caught up in something and couldn't really get out of it." The voice from behind him said.
Slowly Daisuke turned around, blinking in surprise as the lights to the stage flipped on, revealing a brown-haired boy carrying a drum set on stage, and a blonde one setting and hooking something up. But the one who had caught his attention was the last one who had talked into the microphone. He had alot of blonde hair that was kept in perfect place and these beautiful sapphire eyes. God, he could just stare into those eyes for eternity.
Daisuke lowered himself back into his seat, staring at the blonde as they finished setting everything up and the object of his desire introduced the band, "We're glad to be playing for this rather...small group."
That was all he said before he signaled for the brunette to start playing, the other blonde didn't come in until several measures later on a guitar (Its Takeru, people, the one who is going to sing is Yamato.) Then around six measures, the blue eyed boy began to sing;
"Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree.
Travel the world and seven seas.
Everybody is looking for something."
Goddess, his voice was amazing, sexy and deep, practically had Daisuke drooling over the pale blonde, older boy.
"Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused."
The blonde paused in his singing as the band began to take on its solo. His blue eyes met Daisuke's for just a second before carelessly scanning the rest of the room. No, he had definitely not seen this boy or heard him before, he would've remembered those killer looks and awesome voice. The solo came to an end and that was the others cue to start singing again.
"Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something."
"Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused."
Those eyes stopped on Daisuke again, this time staying locked with his. He almost fell off of his chair from the surprisingly coldness and anger that was in them. They left a chilling trail as they traveled up and down his figure, resting back at Daisuke's own brown eyes as he began the next part.
"I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you."
Caught by total surprise of the lyrics, the younger boy fell of the chair. Landing with a quiet yelp, he quickly scrambled to his feet, looking back at the singer who had turned his gaze to someone else. Daisuke sat down, clutching the edge of his table, licking his lips nervously. Damn, this music certainly was...kinky in a very dark kind of creepy way.
He pressed his back against his chair, going tense as those damned eyes relaxed on him once more. With still rage in them, he could make out the faint spark of amusement. The cinnamon haired boy scowled for a minute, but stopped when the song continued.
"Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on."
"Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something."
"Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused."
A smirk flickered over the blonde's features as he started the next part, paying close attention to Daisuke's reaction.
"I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.
Gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside you."
The on-looker shook his head, shutting brown eyes tightly, murmuring to himself, "Stop..."
The music ended, much to Daisuke's relief and when he opened his eyes they were backing up from the stage, packing up their things. Well, that kind of sucked, they were only playing one song. But the boy didn't mind any other way, the blonde was still staring at him and he was beginning to feel like he couldn't breathe. He stood up and yanked his coat from the table, stumbling from the rave, he had to get out...had to.
The cool air was welcome as he sucked it in deeply when he reached outside. Daisuke placed his forehead against the exit of the rave, trembling, but not from the cold. The intensity was so thick in there, and it unnerved him how the blonde was paying that much attention to him. When he looked into those eyes it was like his breath had been caught short, like he couldn't breath very well anymore. His voice was sweeping him away, too, it was so beautiful in a dark kind of way, too beautiful. He slid away from the exit door, flattening himself against the brick wall.
He sank to the ground, still trying hard to catch his breath. There was no way in hell he would ever visit that damned place again, if they always had guys that looked and sang like that. The way he moved when he sang, it was too graceful, too cat-like for any human to possess, he just moved to fast. But Gods, he was beautiful in every aspect, and the moment the boy had laid eyes on him he was in love. He didn't notice that someone also exited the building, was too busy caught up in his own thoughts to worry about others.
"Hey, are you okay?"
The voice broke him from his concentration, and Daisuke glanced up in surprise, meeting a pair of teasing light blue eyes. For a second, his breath caught in his throat, but then he realized that this was the blonde who was playing the guitar. The brown-eyed boy stared blankly at the blonde for an uncomfortable while, partly in shock and partly in relief.
The blonde kneeled down to him, waving a hand in front of his face, "Are you okay?" He repeated.
Daisuke nodded numbly and the other smiled at him, "Well, that's good. I was afraid Yamato had given you a heart attack or something. He has a tendency of doing that to people."
'Yamato,' Daisuke thought suddenly, 'So that's his name.'
"I'm sorry if he took you by surprise and all, but it was just a song," The blonde offered a hand, but when Daisuke didn't respond the other grabbed his arm in a vise-like grip and pulled him up with surprising strength, "I'm Takeru."
The other hesitated, before nodding slightly. "Daisuke."
Takeru grinned, those blue eyes still teasing. "That was pretty dense of Yamato to pull that on you, he should've known that-" He cut off suddenly, as if realizing something.
"He should've known what?" The boy pressed.
"Nothing," He shook his head, "Nevermind. Just forget I said anything."
There was a minute of silence shared between the two, before the shorter boy spoke up, "So, where's...Yamato and that other brown haired one?"
"Oh, their loading all our stuff into our truck in the back," Takeru jerked his thumb backwards, "They should be out in no time, and the other one was Taichi."
Daisuke shifted apprehensively, "Maybe I should go then, if they're going to be out soon."
"Guess you did get him pretty badly, Yamato," A voice snickered from the exit, "He looks really tense."
The brunette, Taichi, who was playing the drums on the stage stepped out from the darkness, still laughing quietly. Then the blonde, in whom he discovered his name was Yamato, stood next to him, surveying Daisuke silently. Taichi stopped laughing, doing the same thing, only he stepped closer to the cinnamon haired boy, giving Takeru a light push out of the way.
"I don't see why you wouldn't want to stare at him, though," The older one whispered, reaching out a hand to touch Daisuke's face, "He's beautiful."
Yamato caught Taichi's hand before he could touch the shaking Daisuke, "Not now. There will be plenty of time for that later."
The brunette let out a wary sigh, backing up with Yamato and eventually leaving, disappearing into the night. Takeru glanced over his shoulder at the fear-stricken, Daisuke, before continuing on with his band-mates. The brown-eyed boy collapsed to the ground once more, cursing himself for being so weak. He didn't know why he let them get to him or even how they did...there was just something so different about them that made his skin crawl. He felt dazed and half-asleep, that was the kind of effect Taichi and Yamato had on him. With no more then a last thought, Daisuke promptly fainted.
*** (Means time pass.)
When he had awoken, the stars had moved, indicating he must've fallen asleep for a good one or two hours. Daisuke stood up, his back and neck screaming when he did so. He winced slightly, glancing over to the 'Rage' door, seeing that it was closed. With a heavy sigh he made his way from the building, heading back towards the old abandoned building that he lived in. The streets were really dark, darker then normal, making it harder for him to find where his sense of direction was. With a sleep-hazed mind, Daisuke gave up, sitting down on a pair of steps that he happened to be near by. Well, wasn't this just perfect, now he would have to sleep on some strangers steps, either that or not sleep at all. He leaned down, placing his chin on his hand, sneering. Peachy, just peachy.
It was all those boys fault, those damned gorgeous boys whom had terrified him with the control they seemed to have on him. He wished he hadn't made the mistake of going into that club, wished he could've just continued on his way like a good little boy. He snorted at the thought of actually being good as he removed a cigarette from his coat pocket. He lit it and took a long drag of it, relaxing almost immediately. Wry humor floated in his brain, he was probably going to die from smoking and doing drugs so much. But we all died someday or another so did it really matter when you passed away? Glaring at the sky, he leaned back against the railing, how he hated the so-called 'God'. Daisuke could bet that he was looking down at him and laughing his ass off at his failed life, not that he could blame him on that one, though.
He rested his forehead against the back of the stone railing, still staring deeply into the dark sky that was splattered with specks of stars that did little help of lighting the place up. He glanced to the west, noticing the moon was covered with a black mist and he frowned deeply, that was strange. He shrugged it off, taking another drag of his cigarette, it was probably nothing that should be spent worrying on. But it was still very strange that it just happened to be so dark and that it justs happened to be so cold. Daisuke shook his head, throwing his cigarette to the ground, not bothering to put it out.
The air around him suddenly changed very quickly, making the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. This thick aura of disturbance surrounded him, making him feel very insecure. Something wasn't right, Daisuke thought worriedly as he stood up. He should probably at least try to get back to his home, because he wasn't real familiar with this side of town. He didn't see the three figures coming around the corner as he all but fled down the steps, didn't see as they approached him with swift movements, only saw them when they were there, in front of him, on him.
Daisuke was slammed roughly into the wall of an apartment, back facing the brick, but it was too dark for him to see who his attackers were. His hands were held above his head and his legs were nudged apart by someone's' knee. A body was pressed against his to keep him from moving, and once his skin touched the others' his body screamed in pain, a burning kind of pain. A whimper escaped his lips as he noted voices speaking behind him.
"Well, well, well," The all-too familiar voice tsked, "I'll be damned, it's the boy we ran into at the rave."
'The rave?' Daisuke thought hazily, 'Who did I...oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod, not them, please let it be anyone but them."
A light flipped on them, a streetlight, and all though it was very faint, he could still make out who was talking. It was Yamato who had spoken, and Taichi was standing next to him, and, of course, Takeru was the one who was holding him against the wall. Takeru, Daisuke guessed, was about his age but he was well built in a slender kind of way. Thoughts of what they were going to do to him ran away freely. God, why him? Why was it always him?
Yamato glanced coldly at Takeru and the younger boy let go of Daisuke, stepping away, so the taller blonde could pass. His tall frame loomed over him, that sexy smirk still wove onto that mouth. Daisuke had considered running, but then he thought the better of it, knowing he would most likely get caught anyway. Yamato must've seen this option because he shoved him back into the wall. Damn, he certainly was going to have a bruise on his back in the morning. That is, if he was still alive by that time. Yamato's hands moved down his arms to rest on his hips, and like Takeru had done nudged his legs apart once more with his knee. Those blue eyes held their gaze like steel, and to Daisuke's dismay, he noticed the savage look of passion in them.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Yamato murmured, "Even since I first saw you, sitting there without a care in the world, I knew I wanted you." His eyes flashed, "And whatever I want, I'll get."
"Why are you doing this?" Daisuke groaned, shutting his eyes tightly as Yamato leaned closer to him, his face mere inches from the others.
"Because I enjoy it," He answered, "It's what I do, I honestly think you would've known that."
Brown eyes shot open, anger flaring in them, "How the hell could I have known? I don't even *know* you!"
"You had to know," He whispered, "Everyone knows...don't lie to yourself. You knew I was not mortal, and you knew that I would bring you pain. But you decided to ignore you're conscious and look where it's left you...with me."
"Well, aren't I just the lucky one?" Daisuke muttered dryly.
Yamato didn't respond, obviously content on not speaking. He trailed a finger down the dark cheek of his victim, leaving an invisible mark of fire that burned terribly. Daisuke hissed, clenching his teeth together to keep from crying out, he would rather die then let this...monster know he was hurting him. The blonde seemed amused by this, moving closer to the younger boy, lips resting on his forehead before brushing down over his eye and across his cheek, then finally coming onto his lips. He pressed them softly at first, before turning it into a bruising, forceful kiss.
Daisuke pressed himself even more against the wall, anything to get away from Yamato. But the older one held him firmly, refusing to let him even budge an inch. Yamato pulled away when Daisuke refused to open his mouth and let his tongue gain access. With a shake of his head, the blonde pried open the cinnamon haired boys' mouth, then continued with the harsh kiss. The brown-eyed boy let out a squeak of protest when he felt the blonde's tongue in his mouth. This wasn't what he wanted, this wasn't how it was supposed to end. Tears fell from his eyes as Yamato continued kissing him, his pale hands under his shirt, sliding up and down his back. Good God, it hurt! It hurt so much, the kiss burned his lips and a surge of anger and pain from the other boy torched through him. It was like something was being scorched into his skin.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Yamato pulled back, pushing a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes. He gripped at Daisuke's hips, lips close to the others, "You're mine, Daisuke, remember that. I've branded you, branded you with my pain so that you're mine. Forever, Daisuke, forever. You will never be able to love again without feeling a remorse of guilt. *Mine*."
Daisuke's body racked with silent sobs as Yamato let go of him, letting him fall to the ground, and he heard a whisper that seemed to float on the wind, "Forever mine..."
When he finally dared to look up, the trio was gone.
End Prologue.
End Notes: The prologue wasn't my best, I'll admit, but I just wanted to get that part over with! Now, remember, review and I'll get chapter one up as soon as possible.