Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Crash and Burn ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SaturnsFirefly 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 307 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 307 | Status: Completed
A.N: Yay! I'm so happy that I was successful in my writing! Oh yes, and I love evil Yamato. It makes him seem so much sexier. *Grins at Taichi and Yamato's ages* I love child molesting, can you tell? *People edge away* Oh and another thing, I was reviewed by Green-san! One of my most favorite Yamasuke authors! *Happy dance*
AGES -
Daisuke - 15
Takeru - 15
Hikari - 15
Taichi - 18
Yamato - 18
The rest are as followed above.
Satan in Satin
Chapter One
By SaturnsFirefly
It wouldn't work; of course, it would never work on him for some reason. He threw the blade across the room and it hit a chair, falling to the ground with a clatter. He stared at his wrist, cut and open, blood seeping out of it, and it would stop soon, making sure he never lost so much blood that he could die. Always the same...and he would have to live on this god-forbidden planet for the rest of his damned life until he finally died of something. If he died, that is.
'Fuck this,' Daisuke thought, getting to his feet and wiping the blood from his wrist with a dirty rag, before dropping it back on the ground.
The cinnamon haired boy climbed out the window, since the door to get out was barred, and the entire windowpane's had been removed. Which was slightly humorous, what was the point of barring a door shut if you're going to take out the windowpanes in the first place? He moved away from his 'home', heading towards the center of the city, not for any reason, just to walk. Like he always did, he shoved his ice-cold hands into his pockets. It was always cold in Odaiba now, never did seem to get any warmer, whether it be summer or winter.
Daisuke stared at the sky, taking in the dark night and misty gray clouds that were spread across it. He was angry with himself, had been angry with himself for a long time, now. He should be out of this town, somewhere, *anywhere* but here. In the place where he was not only kicked from his home but molested by one serious fucked up blonde. What a world he lived in, but it couldn't possibly be as bad as some of the things that COULD have happened. He shuddered at that thought, the thought that Yamato could have gone through and raped him. He knew that's what he wanted, could feel it in the intense kiss, could feel it by the way he abused and burned his lips. So badly the boy wanted to kick his ass, but was powerless to the tall blonde, as he was obviously much stronger than him. Too strong...
He seemed to be 'too' everything, now that Daisuke thought of it. *Too* graceful, *too* beautiful, *too* pale, and *too* strong. But the thing that stumped the boy is if he wasn't human, then what could he be? He had the figure of a mortal but everything else just seemed to be uncannily strange. He dismissed the thoughts in annoyance; just why in hell was he digging all that up again? Trying to push even deeper into an already open cut, to do what? Only to stir up pain, which he sure as hell didn't need at the moment. He faltered in his steps as he approached that damned rave, which he had tried to avoid for the past six months. He must've been so lost in his thoughts and not even noticing that he happened to be heading straight towards the 'Rage'. Oh, it was tempting, it was there and would be so easy to go in and release everything. But he couldn't risk it, couldn't bring it back.
Daisuke stared at the bright purple neon sign of the rave as he passed it, not even noticing that a brown haired girl was running in his direction, not looking where she was going either. Moments later they were both sprawled on the cement ground, groaning and rubbing their bottoms as they came to a stand. Daisuke turned to face his 'attacker', hands on hips, eyes narrowed as he stared down at the brunette girl. She did the same, only she glared up at him, arms folded defiantly across her chest.
"Watch where you're going!" They both snapped.
Eyes narrowed even more as they spoke again, once more in unison, "You ran into me first!"
Brown burned into brown, fire flickering from each set of eyes, "You were the one who ran into me! I was happily walking along, then BAM! You slam me on the ground!" Daisuke growled.
"Oh, please!" The girl snorted, "That is such a lie! You weren't watching where you were going either, or you would've seen me coming, dumbass!"
(A.N: LOL! Can you image Hikari-chan actually calling anyone a dumbass?)
He opened his mouth in a retort, before grudgingly realizing that the bitch was right, "Okay, fine! I'm sorry..." He trailed off, waiting for her to take part in her apology.
"I'm sorry, too," She mumbled, arms dropping to her side.
There was silence for a fraction of a second before the girl began to speak again, "I'm Hikari."
He eyed the hand that was offered to him, before taking it, "Daisuke."
"So, where were you heading off too?" She asked suddenly, rubbing at her arms as if she was cold.
"Nowhere in particular," He responded, shrugging, "I take a walk around this part of town usually every day. What about you? Why were you running?"
"I was just running," She glanced over her shoulder hastily, "No big deal or anything."
"Okay," Daisuke didn't push, but he could obviously tell that she wasn't just 'running', "What are you doing here, anyway?" He looked over her clothes. A black skirt, pink blouse and a pair of white sneakers, "It's not real safe down here for girls of your type to be wandering around. There's a number of things that could happen to you."
Hikari looked back at him sharply, frowning, "I don't care. I think I know perfectly well where I'm going."
"Fine," He backed off slightly, "I just wanted to warn you."
Her harsh gaze softened a degree, "Thanks, I guess thats kinda nice."
He rolled his eyes, "Whatever,"
She glanced over her should once more, letting out a low gasp as she spun back around, grabbing Daisuke's arm, "Come on, I've always wanted to go inside the 'Rave'. How bout' we check it out, hmm?"
"But-" He was cut off as Hikari pulled them through entrance, which once again had no line and into the building.
"Hush!" She hissed, pushing them deeper into the crowd.
"You don't understand, Hikari," Daisuke hissed back, finally able to pull his hand from her death grip, "I can't be-"
"Would you shut up?" She whispered, taking a seat at one of the free tables, hunching over the booth, looking quite interested in the wood design on it, "Take a seat."
"But, Hikari-"
"Sit *down*," She glared at him angrily and that look in her eyes that all but promised death forced him to slide in beside her.
He took the same position she was in, looking at her from across the table, a bewildered expression gracing his dark features, "What the hell are we running from?"
"Not what...who," She murmured and Daisuke could've sworn he saw a flash of abnormally long teeth, "My brother."
"Why?" He asked quietly.
"Because he acts like he can rule my life," She answered, but her eyes were on the entrance of the 'Rage', "And I don't agree with some of the ways that he...deals with things. Ever since we ran out on mom and dad, he's been running around with his little band, dragging me along with him."
Daisuke studied her more closely, she had that same pale complexion and beauty, now that he thought about it, and she looked alot like...
"What exactly is you're brother's name," He asked hurriedly as he thought, 'Please no, please God, no. I thought they left...I thought they-'
His thoughts were cut off as she sucked in a deep breath, "Taichi." The entrance door open quickly, slamming roughly into the wall as it did, and one of Daisuke's worst fears stalked inside.
"Damnit," Daisuke and Hikari cursed at the same time.
The girl looked at him questionably for a moment before shaking her head, "Nevermind, come on, we have to get out of here!"
This time she didn't drag him behind her, first making her exit, dodging within the crowd. Daisuke paused, not sure if he follow the sister of one of the people responsible for making him always have to look over his shoulder, but it seemed to be the only way out now. He followed her, trying to keep that bright pink blouse in sight, but soon he found himself lost among the crowd of people. Tears pressed themselves at the cinnamon haired boys' eyes but he didn't cry, he didn't have time for that at the moment. He just had to find a way of getting out of this cursed club without the displeasure of running into Taichi and most likely Takeru and Yamato.
'They said they'd be back,' His conscious screamed, 'You should've know, Dai! You should've known!'
'I know,' His mind answered back, 'I know, I know, I know!'
'Nevermind any of that right now,' His other side of his conscious ridiculed, 'just get out of here before Taichi spots you!'
'Good idea,' Daisuke cut off his thinking then, pushing away the people that stood in his way, silently cursing them.
Finally, he made it out of the rave, gasping for breath at being so crowded. The cool air was a welcome relief, and even though he was struggling to keep his breathing at a normal rate, he started to jog, obeying what his instincts were telling him to do. He may have been outside, but that didn't necessarily mean he was safe. God damnit, why did everything bad always have to happen to him? Did God really hate him that much, to put him through a living hell every day of his life? Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he didn't notice them, his mind only set on one main priority: to get back home.
He stopped mere yards away from his home, having a hard time catching his breath as he stumbled towards the building, running his shoulder into the brick wall painfully as he collapsed. He sat on the frosted ground for several minutes, trying to catch his breath. There was no possible way Taichi could get him now, he must've started towards here way before the older boy had even spotted him. He leaned his head back against the wall, letting out a heavy breath of obvious relief. That was extremely close, for a moment there, he had thought he would of been captured by that asshole.
He didn't even notice as three people came stalking toward him, dragging a fourth one behind them. He noticed them when they were in front of him though, staring at the ground when a pair of black shoes replaced them.
'Hmm. Nice shoes,' Daisuke mused, before something dawned on him and he went cold.
"Daisuke," That unforgettable voice drawled.
'Ah, damn,' Daisuke groaned silently, 'Why in hell is it *always* me?'
The cinnamon haired boy lunged to his feet, eyes narrowed dangerously at Taichi, Yamato and Takeru, not noticing Hikari. Swallowing his fear, he angrily bit out, "What do you want?"
Taichi snorted, "You know perfectly good and well want we want!"
"I'll be damned if I accept it," Daisuke spat, "You can't just 'claim' someone, in case you didn't know. The world doesn't work that way anymore."
"Oh, but it will," Yamato remarked casually, and Daisuke turned his gaze to the blonde boy. Gods, he looked good, better than the last time Daisuke had seen him. Wait, what was he saying?! Now wasn't the time to go and contemplate on looks.
"What do you mean," He asked slowly, cautiously, "Is that some kind of threat?"
"No, it's just simply the truth," The other remarked, "Do you think you can save you're precious world from all the hell that it deserves? Were just doing what is needed."
"What are you talking about?" Confusion reigned in Daisuke's eyes.
Takeru sighed, "You know what were talking about, Daisuke. The world will be covered in chaos and everything you ever knew will be destroyed." He noticed the spark of anger in the boy and quickly added, "We're not the one's whom have started it, though. It was the higher vampires, more advanced in our nature."
"Woah, wait a second," Daisuke held up a hand, "What do you mean 'started it' is that supposed to mean that whatever you're talking about...has started?"
"Yes," Taichi answered smoothly, "Haven't you noticed the bitter cold? Haven't you felt it sink into you're skin? Have you been paying ANY attention these past years?"
"Of course I've noticed it," He snapped, "But I thought it was some weather problem or something."
Taichi rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Baka."
"Are you apart of it?" Daisuke asked suddenly after a moment of silence, "Are you apart of what is going to happen?"
Nothing was said for several minutes, and that was enough of an answer for Daisuke. Just by the blank expressions and cold look in their eyes, he knew that they would be the one to carry out the rest of this so-called plan to dominate the world. He took a step back, rage and fear flaring in his heart. But then why had they come back? Just to tell him this, or to do something else?
"If you are apart of it," He swallowed, "Then why do you want to talk to me?"
"We didn't want to talk," Yamato stated calmly, "You're the one who started the pointless conversation."
"Then...what *do* you want?" He bit his lip, taking another step back, but realized he was already pressed against the wall.
"You already know the answer to that," It was a whisper from the blonde, but Daisuke heard it clearly.
His mind collapsed, thoughts melted into each other until he had no idea what to do or what to say. He caught out of the corner of his eye as Hikari was told by her brother to go back to the rave and wait for them, before he slid to the ground. His head hurt bad, and it was hard for him to get a straight thought. He noted as Takeru and Taichi approached him carefully, taking him by the arms and yanking him back to his feet. Yamato shook his head, stroking Daisuke's cheek with an elegant, long finger.
"If only they would accept you," Yamato said gently, "But alas, they will not."
His mind clouded with thoughts, 'Who in hell are *they*?'
The blonde looked over to his two companions, "Leave us now."
Takeru left right away but Taichi hesitated before he finally turned and walked rather slowly away. Yamato turned back to Daisuke, as the boy finally got his thoughts together and was glaring through narrowed eyes. The other chuckled, pushing him gently back against the wall, and before the cinnamon haired boy could protest, brought his lips down on the others.
For a moment Daisuke just stood there, letting the rough and bitter kiss grow deeper. Suddenly he felt a surge of energy ignite in him, and found himself returning the kiss just as forceful as the blonde had. Daisuke opened his mouth so Yamato could have better access. The blonde faltered slightly in the kiss, then let out a surprised grunt holding the younger boy tighter against the wall. Daisuke gripped at Yamato's hair, his tongue dancing with the others in an unbelievable move. Finally, they parted both breathing heavily and deeply.
"What are you *doing* to me?" Daisuke mumbled breathily.
"Exactly what you want to be done." The other retorted.
"I don't want to feel this way," Daisuke growled, "It's not right."
"And why is that?" Yamato moved in on him once more, hands gripping at his arms, "is it because you're afraid? Is it because you might actually be feeling something other than hate for me?"
"I will always hate you and never feel anything but hate for you," Daisuke hissed.
Yamato was silent for a moment, taking this all in before nodding carefully. "Yes, you are right..." He trailed off, before he slammed both hands on either side of Daisuke's head, making the boy flinch, "but you desire me, my pet. I can see it in you're eyes, and the way you respond to me. You want me more than anything in this world, isn't that right?"
Daisuke made a strangled noise in his throat before he managed to gasp out, "No!"
A flicker of amusement ran through Yamato eyes, but he gritted his teeth, speaking slowly, "Yes. You. Do." Daisuke stared up at him with defiant, denying eyes that clearly showed him he didn't want to be here right now. Yamato sighed softly, "then you hate me? You fucking hate me yet you kissed me? I don't find that logical."
"You don't have to have a fucking logic," The other hissed angrily, "all you need is to have a fucking brain. I was confused, I didn't know what I was doing!"
"Oh, that's lame, Daisuke," Yamato pushed himself away from the wall, "if you're going to lie to me, then at least come up with a better excuse than that."
"Who said I was lying?" Daisuke snarled, "You don't know everything about me, Yamato! Hell, you don't even *know* me!"
"I know more about you than you know yourself," He said softly, "don't toy with me. I will only hurt you because you want to be hurt and I will only make you feel this way because you want to feel this way. I'm a vampire, I know how this works."
"So?" The cinnamon haired boy brushed a piece of hair from his eyes, "like that makes a difference? Being a vampire doesn't suddenly give you these values on how people feel and what their emotions are."
Yamato let out a heavy breath, "Enough of this. I'm sick of talking."
Brown eyes narrowed dangerously, "What exactly do you mean-oomph!"
Yamato shoved him to the ground, and Daisuke landed violently against the dirt ground, the blonde on top of him. Blue eyes bore into brown ones and a smirk rested on those unremarkably pale features. Cold, elegant hands locked around Daisuke's wrist, pinning them above his head in an extremely uncomfortable position. From Daisuke's place on the ground, he managed to get a glance of the fangs that rested themselves in Yamato's mouth. They looked dangerously intimidating, but some foreign part in him wanted them to hurt him, to make him writhe in pain. As quickly as that emotion had came, Daisuke shook it away from his thoughts.
"I will kill you if you touch me again." Daisuke spat, his voice trembling with rage.
"Oh, you can dream," Yamato laughed, "but I think I could kill you more easily then you could kill me."
"Well then I guess I want to be dead," Daisuke squirmed underneath Yamato's firm grip.
The blonde laughed abruptly, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "No, you don't. The only reason I'm here is because you want me to be, you want this to be done to you. Vampires are summoned by the feeling in someone's heart, and I know you want me."
A shudder ran down the smaller boy's spine at the feel of Yamato's cool breath against his neck. Pressing his hands against the crook of the blonde's shoulder, he tried to push him off, but of course, Yamato was obviously not moving an inch. Daisuke noticed slightly as that familiar arctic burn ran through his wrists on which Yamato was holding him.
"God," The younger boy groaned, "can't you wear some fucking gloves or something? In case you haven't noticed, you have a tendency of burning people when you touch them."
"Vampire curse," Yamato dismissed it, "and I refuse to wear gloves, so you'll just have to bear with the pain, won't you?"
"So you'd rather hurt-ehhh...st-stop tha-that." Daisuke sucked in a sharp breath as those burning lips of the blonde's trailed chaste kisses down his neck, the pale hands trailing down his sides.
Yamato did stop at the base of his neck, just pausing there for a moment with his lips resting against the warm flesh. Then in a seconds time he opened his mouth wider, biting down upon the slender, dark neck of Daisuke. The boy let out a soft whimper, shutting his eyes tightly as the vampire fed, digging his nails into the dirt beneath him. Yamato ran his fingers through the other boy's cinnamon colored hair, still feeding for several moments longer before finally pulling back.
Daisuke opened his eyes slowly, staring blankly at the blonde vampire for a moment before lunging foreword at him, knocking Yamato on his back, "I can't BELIVE you! Do you just go around and feed off people without any warning! I should just kick you're ass right here and now!"
"Oh, would you calm down," Yamato snapped, pushing the boy off of him and standing up, "it wasn't like I was going to drain you, all though I probably should've. You are so annoying sometimes! You can't enjoy anything and you're denying everything I am offering to you." The blonde yanked Daisuke roughly up against him, "That's just not going to work, Daisuke. If I have to break you, then I will. But let me warn you that I'll tear down every emotion you ever knew and then you'll be a helpless whore at my feet." He shoved him back down on the ground in front of him, "Then where will you be?"
Daisuke scowled in condemned anger as Yamato walked off, his eyes glittering gravely, "I'll be right where I started," He whispered, voice shaking with rage and a fraction of sorrow, "right where I fucking started, Yamato."
End Chapter One.
End Notes: Whoo! Sorry that took so long to get out, but I was being unbelievably lazy. I'll try and write the second chapter a bit faster, though, so don't freak out on me. This was an okay chapter, but I could've done better. Hope you enjoyed it! So until we meet again, g'bye!
AGES -
Daisuke - 15
Takeru - 15
Hikari - 15
Taichi - 18
Yamato - 18
The rest are as followed above.
Satan in Satin
Chapter One
By SaturnsFirefly
It wouldn't work; of course, it would never work on him for some reason. He threw the blade across the room and it hit a chair, falling to the ground with a clatter. He stared at his wrist, cut and open, blood seeping out of it, and it would stop soon, making sure he never lost so much blood that he could die. Always the same...and he would have to live on this god-forbidden planet for the rest of his damned life until he finally died of something. If he died, that is.
'Fuck this,' Daisuke thought, getting to his feet and wiping the blood from his wrist with a dirty rag, before dropping it back on the ground.
The cinnamon haired boy climbed out the window, since the door to get out was barred, and the entire windowpane's had been removed. Which was slightly humorous, what was the point of barring a door shut if you're going to take out the windowpanes in the first place? He moved away from his 'home', heading towards the center of the city, not for any reason, just to walk. Like he always did, he shoved his ice-cold hands into his pockets. It was always cold in Odaiba now, never did seem to get any warmer, whether it be summer or winter.
Daisuke stared at the sky, taking in the dark night and misty gray clouds that were spread across it. He was angry with himself, had been angry with himself for a long time, now. He should be out of this town, somewhere, *anywhere* but here. In the place where he was not only kicked from his home but molested by one serious fucked up blonde. What a world he lived in, but it couldn't possibly be as bad as some of the things that COULD have happened. He shuddered at that thought, the thought that Yamato could have gone through and raped him. He knew that's what he wanted, could feel it in the intense kiss, could feel it by the way he abused and burned his lips. So badly the boy wanted to kick his ass, but was powerless to the tall blonde, as he was obviously much stronger than him. Too strong...
He seemed to be 'too' everything, now that Daisuke thought of it. *Too* graceful, *too* beautiful, *too* pale, and *too* strong. But the thing that stumped the boy is if he wasn't human, then what could he be? He had the figure of a mortal but everything else just seemed to be uncannily strange. He dismissed the thoughts in annoyance; just why in hell was he digging all that up again? Trying to push even deeper into an already open cut, to do what? Only to stir up pain, which he sure as hell didn't need at the moment. He faltered in his steps as he approached that damned rave, which he had tried to avoid for the past six months. He must've been so lost in his thoughts and not even noticing that he happened to be heading straight towards the 'Rage'. Oh, it was tempting, it was there and would be so easy to go in and release everything. But he couldn't risk it, couldn't bring it back.
Daisuke stared at the bright purple neon sign of the rave as he passed it, not even noticing that a brown haired girl was running in his direction, not looking where she was going either. Moments later they were both sprawled on the cement ground, groaning and rubbing their bottoms as they came to a stand. Daisuke turned to face his 'attacker', hands on hips, eyes narrowed as he stared down at the brunette girl. She did the same, only she glared up at him, arms folded defiantly across her chest.
"Watch where you're going!" They both snapped.
Eyes narrowed even more as they spoke again, once more in unison, "You ran into me first!"
Brown burned into brown, fire flickering from each set of eyes, "You were the one who ran into me! I was happily walking along, then BAM! You slam me on the ground!" Daisuke growled.
"Oh, please!" The girl snorted, "That is such a lie! You weren't watching where you were going either, or you would've seen me coming, dumbass!"
(A.N: LOL! Can you image Hikari-chan actually calling anyone a dumbass?)
He opened his mouth in a retort, before grudgingly realizing that the bitch was right, "Okay, fine! I'm sorry..." He trailed off, waiting for her to take part in her apology.
"I'm sorry, too," She mumbled, arms dropping to her side.
There was silence for a fraction of a second before the girl began to speak again, "I'm Hikari."
He eyed the hand that was offered to him, before taking it, "Daisuke."
"So, where were you heading off too?" She asked suddenly, rubbing at her arms as if she was cold.
"Nowhere in particular," He responded, shrugging, "I take a walk around this part of town usually every day. What about you? Why were you running?"
"I was just running," She glanced over her shoulder hastily, "No big deal or anything."
"Okay," Daisuke didn't push, but he could obviously tell that she wasn't just 'running', "What are you doing here, anyway?" He looked over her clothes. A black skirt, pink blouse and a pair of white sneakers, "It's not real safe down here for girls of your type to be wandering around. There's a number of things that could happen to you."
Hikari looked back at him sharply, frowning, "I don't care. I think I know perfectly well where I'm going."
"Fine," He backed off slightly, "I just wanted to warn you."
Her harsh gaze softened a degree, "Thanks, I guess thats kinda nice."
He rolled his eyes, "Whatever,"
She glanced over her should once more, letting out a low gasp as she spun back around, grabbing Daisuke's arm, "Come on, I've always wanted to go inside the 'Rave'. How bout' we check it out, hmm?"
"But-" He was cut off as Hikari pulled them through entrance, which once again had no line and into the building.
"Hush!" She hissed, pushing them deeper into the crowd.
"You don't understand, Hikari," Daisuke hissed back, finally able to pull his hand from her death grip, "I can't be-"
"Would you shut up?" She whispered, taking a seat at one of the free tables, hunching over the booth, looking quite interested in the wood design on it, "Take a seat."
"But, Hikari-"
"Sit *down*," She glared at him angrily and that look in her eyes that all but promised death forced him to slide in beside her.
He took the same position she was in, looking at her from across the table, a bewildered expression gracing his dark features, "What the hell are we running from?"
"Not what...who," She murmured and Daisuke could've sworn he saw a flash of abnormally long teeth, "My brother."
"Why?" He asked quietly.
"Because he acts like he can rule my life," She answered, but her eyes were on the entrance of the 'Rage', "And I don't agree with some of the ways that he...deals with things. Ever since we ran out on mom and dad, he's been running around with his little band, dragging me along with him."
Daisuke studied her more closely, she had that same pale complexion and beauty, now that he thought about it, and she looked alot like...
"What exactly is you're brother's name," He asked hurriedly as he thought, 'Please no, please God, no. I thought they left...I thought they-'
His thoughts were cut off as she sucked in a deep breath, "Taichi." The entrance door open quickly, slamming roughly into the wall as it did, and one of Daisuke's worst fears stalked inside.
"Damnit," Daisuke and Hikari cursed at the same time.
The girl looked at him questionably for a moment before shaking her head, "Nevermind, come on, we have to get out of here!"
This time she didn't drag him behind her, first making her exit, dodging within the crowd. Daisuke paused, not sure if he follow the sister of one of the people responsible for making him always have to look over his shoulder, but it seemed to be the only way out now. He followed her, trying to keep that bright pink blouse in sight, but soon he found himself lost among the crowd of people. Tears pressed themselves at the cinnamon haired boys' eyes but he didn't cry, he didn't have time for that at the moment. He just had to find a way of getting out of this cursed club without the displeasure of running into Taichi and most likely Takeru and Yamato.
'They said they'd be back,' His conscious screamed, 'You should've know, Dai! You should've known!'
'I know,' His mind answered back, 'I know, I know, I know!'
'Nevermind any of that right now,' His other side of his conscious ridiculed, 'just get out of here before Taichi spots you!'
'Good idea,' Daisuke cut off his thinking then, pushing away the people that stood in his way, silently cursing them.
Finally, he made it out of the rave, gasping for breath at being so crowded. The cool air was a welcome relief, and even though he was struggling to keep his breathing at a normal rate, he started to jog, obeying what his instincts were telling him to do. He may have been outside, but that didn't necessarily mean he was safe. God damnit, why did everything bad always have to happen to him? Did God really hate him that much, to put him through a living hell every day of his life? Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he didn't notice them, his mind only set on one main priority: to get back home.
He stopped mere yards away from his home, having a hard time catching his breath as he stumbled towards the building, running his shoulder into the brick wall painfully as he collapsed. He sat on the frosted ground for several minutes, trying to catch his breath. There was no possible way Taichi could get him now, he must've started towards here way before the older boy had even spotted him. He leaned his head back against the wall, letting out a heavy breath of obvious relief. That was extremely close, for a moment there, he had thought he would of been captured by that asshole.
He didn't even notice as three people came stalking toward him, dragging a fourth one behind them. He noticed them when they were in front of him though, staring at the ground when a pair of black shoes replaced them.
'Hmm. Nice shoes,' Daisuke mused, before something dawned on him and he went cold.
"Daisuke," That unforgettable voice drawled.
'Ah, damn,' Daisuke groaned silently, 'Why in hell is it *always* me?'
The cinnamon haired boy lunged to his feet, eyes narrowed dangerously at Taichi, Yamato and Takeru, not noticing Hikari. Swallowing his fear, he angrily bit out, "What do you want?"
Taichi snorted, "You know perfectly good and well want we want!"
"I'll be damned if I accept it," Daisuke spat, "You can't just 'claim' someone, in case you didn't know. The world doesn't work that way anymore."
"Oh, but it will," Yamato remarked casually, and Daisuke turned his gaze to the blonde boy. Gods, he looked good, better than the last time Daisuke had seen him. Wait, what was he saying?! Now wasn't the time to go and contemplate on looks.
"What do you mean," He asked slowly, cautiously, "Is that some kind of threat?"
"No, it's just simply the truth," The other remarked, "Do you think you can save you're precious world from all the hell that it deserves? Were just doing what is needed."
"What are you talking about?" Confusion reigned in Daisuke's eyes.
Takeru sighed, "You know what were talking about, Daisuke. The world will be covered in chaos and everything you ever knew will be destroyed." He noticed the spark of anger in the boy and quickly added, "We're not the one's whom have started it, though. It was the higher vampires, more advanced in our nature."
"Woah, wait a second," Daisuke held up a hand, "What do you mean 'started it' is that supposed to mean that whatever you're talking about...has started?"
"Yes," Taichi answered smoothly, "Haven't you noticed the bitter cold? Haven't you felt it sink into you're skin? Have you been paying ANY attention these past years?"
"Of course I've noticed it," He snapped, "But I thought it was some weather problem or something."
Taichi rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Baka."
"Are you apart of it?" Daisuke asked suddenly after a moment of silence, "Are you apart of what is going to happen?"
Nothing was said for several minutes, and that was enough of an answer for Daisuke. Just by the blank expressions and cold look in their eyes, he knew that they would be the one to carry out the rest of this so-called plan to dominate the world. He took a step back, rage and fear flaring in his heart. But then why had they come back? Just to tell him this, or to do something else?
"If you are apart of it," He swallowed, "Then why do you want to talk to me?"
"We didn't want to talk," Yamato stated calmly, "You're the one who started the pointless conversation."
"Then...what *do* you want?" He bit his lip, taking another step back, but realized he was already pressed against the wall.
"You already know the answer to that," It was a whisper from the blonde, but Daisuke heard it clearly.
His mind collapsed, thoughts melted into each other until he had no idea what to do or what to say. He caught out of the corner of his eye as Hikari was told by her brother to go back to the rave and wait for them, before he slid to the ground. His head hurt bad, and it was hard for him to get a straight thought. He noted as Takeru and Taichi approached him carefully, taking him by the arms and yanking him back to his feet. Yamato shook his head, stroking Daisuke's cheek with an elegant, long finger.
"If only they would accept you," Yamato said gently, "But alas, they will not."
His mind clouded with thoughts, 'Who in hell are *they*?'
The blonde looked over to his two companions, "Leave us now."
Takeru left right away but Taichi hesitated before he finally turned and walked rather slowly away. Yamato turned back to Daisuke, as the boy finally got his thoughts together and was glaring through narrowed eyes. The other chuckled, pushing him gently back against the wall, and before the cinnamon haired boy could protest, brought his lips down on the others.
For a moment Daisuke just stood there, letting the rough and bitter kiss grow deeper. Suddenly he felt a surge of energy ignite in him, and found himself returning the kiss just as forceful as the blonde had. Daisuke opened his mouth so Yamato could have better access. The blonde faltered slightly in the kiss, then let out a surprised grunt holding the younger boy tighter against the wall. Daisuke gripped at Yamato's hair, his tongue dancing with the others in an unbelievable move. Finally, they parted both breathing heavily and deeply.
"What are you *doing* to me?" Daisuke mumbled breathily.
"Exactly what you want to be done." The other retorted.
"I don't want to feel this way," Daisuke growled, "It's not right."
"And why is that?" Yamato moved in on him once more, hands gripping at his arms, "is it because you're afraid? Is it because you might actually be feeling something other than hate for me?"
"I will always hate you and never feel anything but hate for you," Daisuke hissed.
Yamato was silent for a moment, taking this all in before nodding carefully. "Yes, you are right..." He trailed off, before he slammed both hands on either side of Daisuke's head, making the boy flinch, "but you desire me, my pet. I can see it in you're eyes, and the way you respond to me. You want me more than anything in this world, isn't that right?"
Daisuke made a strangled noise in his throat before he managed to gasp out, "No!"
A flicker of amusement ran through Yamato eyes, but he gritted his teeth, speaking slowly, "Yes. You. Do." Daisuke stared up at him with defiant, denying eyes that clearly showed him he didn't want to be here right now. Yamato sighed softly, "then you hate me? You fucking hate me yet you kissed me? I don't find that logical."
"You don't have to have a fucking logic," The other hissed angrily, "all you need is to have a fucking brain. I was confused, I didn't know what I was doing!"
"Oh, that's lame, Daisuke," Yamato pushed himself away from the wall, "if you're going to lie to me, then at least come up with a better excuse than that."
"Who said I was lying?" Daisuke snarled, "You don't know everything about me, Yamato! Hell, you don't even *know* me!"
"I know more about you than you know yourself," He said softly, "don't toy with me. I will only hurt you because you want to be hurt and I will only make you feel this way because you want to feel this way. I'm a vampire, I know how this works."
"So?" The cinnamon haired boy brushed a piece of hair from his eyes, "like that makes a difference? Being a vampire doesn't suddenly give you these values on how people feel and what their emotions are."
Yamato let out a heavy breath, "Enough of this. I'm sick of talking."
Brown eyes narrowed dangerously, "What exactly do you mean-oomph!"
Yamato shoved him to the ground, and Daisuke landed violently against the dirt ground, the blonde on top of him. Blue eyes bore into brown ones and a smirk rested on those unremarkably pale features. Cold, elegant hands locked around Daisuke's wrist, pinning them above his head in an extremely uncomfortable position. From Daisuke's place on the ground, he managed to get a glance of the fangs that rested themselves in Yamato's mouth. They looked dangerously intimidating, but some foreign part in him wanted them to hurt him, to make him writhe in pain. As quickly as that emotion had came, Daisuke shook it away from his thoughts.
"I will kill you if you touch me again." Daisuke spat, his voice trembling with rage.
"Oh, you can dream," Yamato laughed, "but I think I could kill you more easily then you could kill me."
"Well then I guess I want to be dead," Daisuke squirmed underneath Yamato's firm grip.
The blonde laughed abruptly, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "No, you don't. The only reason I'm here is because you want me to be, you want this to be done to you. Vampires are summoned by the feeling in someone's heart, and I know you want me."
A shudder ran down the smaller boy's spine at the feel of Yamato's cool breath against his neck. Pressing his hands against the crook of the blonde's shoulder, he tried to push him off, but of course, Yamato was obviously not moving an inch. Daisuke noticed slightly as that familiar arctic burn ran through his wrists on which Yamato was holding him.
"God," The younger boy groaned, "can't you wear some fucking gloves or something? In case you haven't noticed, you have a tendency of burning people when you touch them."
"Vampire curse," Yamato dismissed it, "and I refuse to wear gloves, so you'll just have to bear with the pain, won't you?"
"So you'd rather hurt-ehhh...st-stop tha-that." Daisuke sucked in a sharp breath as those burning lips of the blonde's trailed chaste kisses down his neck, the pale hands trailing down his sides.
Yamato did stop at the base of his neck, just pausing there for a moment with his lips resting against the warm flesh. Then in a seconds time he opened his mouth wider, biting down upon the slender, dark neck of Daisuke. The boy let out a soft whimper, shutting his eyes tightly as the vampire fed, digging his nails into the dirt beneath him. Yamato ran his fingers through the other boy's cinnamon colored hair, still feeding for several moments longer before finally pulling back.
Daisuke opened his eyes slowly, staring blankly at the blonde vampire for a moment before lunging foreword at him, knocking Yamato on his back, "I can't BELIVE you! Do you just go around and feed off people without any warning! I should just kick you're ass right here and now!"
"Oh, would you calm down," Yamato snapped, pushing the boy off of him and standing up, "it wasn't like I was going to drain you, all though I probably should've. You are so annoying sometimes! You can't enjoy anything and you're denying everything I am offering to you." The blonde yanked Daisuke roughly up against him, "That's just not going to work, Daisuke. If I have to break you, then I will. But let me warn you that I'll tear down every emotion you ever knew and then you'll be a helpless whore at my feet." He shoved him back down on the ground in front of him, "Then where will you be?"
Daisuke scowled in condemned anger as Yamato walked off, his eyes glittering gravely, "I'll be right where I started," He whispered, voice shaking with rage and a fraction of sorrow, "right where I fucking started, Yamato."
End Chapter One.
End Notes: Whoo! Sorry that took so long to get out, but I was being unbelievably lazy. I'll try and write the second chapter a bit faster, though, so don't freak out on me. This was an okay chapter, but I could've done better. Hope you enjoyed it! So until we meet again, g'bye!