Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Bittersweet Recollection ( Chapter 3 )
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By: SaturnsFirefly 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 261 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 261 | Status: Completed
A.N: Wee! Wee! Okay, I'm terribly sorry this took so long to get out, but I haven't been inspired. But I'm good to go now! And here is the next chapter! Fun-ish-ness!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'System' sung by my beloved Chester Bennington. *Sigh* All though I wish I did...
Ages -
Daisuke - 16
Yamato - 19
Taichi - 19
Takeru - 16
Hikari - 16
Rest are as followed.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Three
By Firefly-chan
He shouldn't have been here. He was damn well aware of that and was tempted to leave but something made him stay frozen in the booth he was sitting in. Daisuke fidgeted nervously, blowing a piece of hair from his eye but gave up on his fifth try after it kept on falling back in place. He knew they would be here, they *always* seemed to be here when the cinnamon haired boy was. It had been a year since he had seen the vampires, of course he had caught glimpse of them every now and then but they always seemed to avoid him. Which brought surprise upon him, it certainly was a first. You would think Daisuke would be the one avoiding them, but instead it was the other way around. Still, it was awfully strange.
Daisuke glanced around the inside of the 'Rage' finding most of the people scattered around. Quite a few were seated, waiting for the band to arrive so they could start dancing, but most were over at the bar. He sighed; sinking lower into the booth, eyes fluttering closed. He had a good feeling, who the band was, all though the rave didn't announce it. They always seemed to arrive late, as flawless as they seemed. He guessed they weren't as perfect as he had thought.
He leaned forward, taking a sip of his Diet Coke, opening his eyes. The lights inside the rave were always dark, only a few lamps lit the place up. It got even darker when the band or singer was on stage, save for the ones on top of the stage so you could identify the one singing. Now that Daisuke thought about it, the 'Rage' never did seem to give out the information on who was going to play at their rave. Maybe they wanted it to be a surprise so more people would come? If that was true, the tactic didn't seem to work very well. But that was just his opinion...
Daisuke turned his attention to the stage, noting through the piercing dark that drums and microphones were set up. Okay, now it was obvious that whoever was playing here had already arrived and it was apparently a band. It wasn't assured if it was a male or female band just yet, but he supposed he would know soon enough. But it wasn't like he didn't have a clue who it was he was pretty sure of what his answer was, though. It was the same person that was always on his mind, even though he hated him. It was the same exact person that abused him mentally and the only one who could bring him to his knees. The same person who could make him feel so emotionally confused.
He clenched his jaw; eyes set blankly on the same place they had been for several moments. He lost himself in his thoughts, nothing very new. He always did that, threw himself back into a depression, forced himself to shake old memories from their dusted corners. Daisuke blinked in mild surprise when a couple stage lights flipped on and three slender, tall forms made their way to their positions on stage. The brown-eyed boy shook his head in dry amusement, grumbling under his breath at how he knew it. He could just leave now, leave before Yamato ever had the chance to lay eyes on him. But for some unknown reason, he didn't, just stayed perfectly still, eyes glued on all three of the vampires.
Unlike last time they were here, they didn't speak or say anything for the matter but just began to play. Takeru had a microphone in front of him as well, which cued Daisuke that the younger blonde was probably going to be singing sometime or another. He looked back to Yamato just as he started to make his entrance on the song.
"You fell away,
What more can I say?
This feeling's evolved.
I won't let it out.
I can't replace,
You're screaming face.
Feeling the sickness inside."
'So far, so good.' Daisuke contemplated silently, leaning back again in the booth. 'At least he's not singing one of *those* songs again.'
"Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine.
We'll be fine.
Then your body will be mine."
The cinnamon haired boy tilted forewords, brows furrowing. Okay, he took that back, this one was JUST like the other one. Hell, it was probably worse. Daisuke took another look around, noticing a lot more people had started to dance with their companions before locking his gaze with Yamato once more. The blonde was looking him over, that same damned-amused look in his eyes. His eyes never were without a smirk.
"So many words,
Can't describe my face.
This feeling's evolved.
So soon to break out.
I can't relate,
To a happy state.
Feeling the blood run inside."
Daisuke perceived calmly as Yamato moved down from the stage, approaching him with that cat-like grace. He should've been running about now, but he wasn't going to do that. He refused to do that. He was sick of running, sick of being afraid. The only way to rid himself of his fears was to face them stronger than they brought themselves upon him. Yamato stopped in front of his booth, reaching out a slender, long-fingered hand to him.
For what seemed like hours, even if it was only a few moments, he stared at that hand before accepting it, letting the vampire pull him to a stand. Yamato placed both hands on Daisuke's shoulders, turning him around and pressing him against him.
"Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine.
We'll be fine.
Then your body will be mine."
Daisuke suppressed a shudder, biting down on his bottom lip as those damnable hands slid down to his waist. The blonde kissed the back of his partners' neck, whispering softly, but the words bit into Daisuke's skin, distinct and cold.
"Why is everything so fucking hard for me?
Keep me down to watch you sink - I should pay.
Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?
Keep on trying I'm not dying so easily."
The cinnamon haired boy barely noticed as another voice came in, figuring it was probably Takeru's.
"I will not die."
Yamato paused again, lips brushing against the flesh of the younger boy's neck.
"Why is everything so fucking hard for me?"
The blondes' voice was demanding, and Daisuke was beginning to wonder what the rest of the people in the rave were thinking. But he wasn't all that concerned about it at the moment; his thoughts all turned to those lips and that voice...
"I will not die."
Yamato laughed dryly, and sang the last verse before the chorus.
"Why is everything so fucking hard for me?"
Daisuke was pushed away as the blonde vampire released him, making his way back on the stage. The brown eyed boy looked up to see if other people were staring at him, but to his surprise, he found most of them were too busy concentrating on their dancing partners to bother with him. He placed a trembling hand to his head, stumbling backwards as he fell back into his both. Suddenly, he felt incredibly tired and dazed.
"Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine.
We'll be fine.
Then your body will be mine."
The song ended there, and just like last time, the three began to pack up their equipment. Through the haze of his chaotic muses, he managed to gather his coat and come to a stand. Despite almost falling over twice, he achieved his goal of reaching the icy air outside the rave. This all seemed so familiar to him as he walked down the deathly quiet streets of Odaiba, shoulder brushing other buildings as he tilted in sideways when he walked. It brought up the thoughts of what had happened the first time he came there, only this time he left instead of making the mistake of staying and meeting the three vampires.
Vampire.
The word brought so many different theories to him. He didn't consider them an evil creature, only certain kinds could be. He just thought of them to be dark and mysterious- beautiful and immaculate. He had been fascinated with vampires and other creatures of darkness as a child, he supposed he must've forgotten about them as the years passed. It was so strange, when he was so intent on studying them in his younger days, it was almost like he felt a connection with them somehow. Maybe it was the desire to live forever, or maybe something deeper.
Daisuke shook his head, laughing softly. It didn't matter anymore; he no longer felt that passion to find out more about the creatures. Granted, he found them beautiful but it wasn't the same...Or was it? He kicked a stone, watching as it disappeared into the gutter. The cinnamon boy was always like this, thinking about the past. He hated it when he did that, but of course, he hated himself for many more reasons then just one reason. There were so many things to blame him on, so many sins he had committed without the remorse of guilt. Who wouldn't hate themselves in one's position such as himself?
He weakly heard footsteps from behind him. All though they were incredibly feather light, he could still catch them. He faltered in his movement, arms folding over his chest as an annoyed frown etched his dark features.
"What do you want, Yamato?" He growled.
He felt arms encircle him, and he jumped, startled, not realizing the vampire was so close. His captive breathe rashly in his ear, "I'm not Yamato, pet."
Oh, of course. Taichi.
"I don't care who you are," Daisuke snapped, trying but failing to get out of the strong grasp. "But would you be so kind in letting me go?"
"No."
Just a he thought. No. A vampire's favorite word.
"I should have been expecting that," Daisuke tried to brush a hand through his hair, but then remember he couldn't really move. "Fine. What do you want, *Taichi*?"
"Why do you always ask the stupidest questions?" Taichi chuckled, frigidly.
"Why do you always intend on pestering me," Daisuke grumbled, "You would think that you-all of you would get the picture by now. I'm *not* interested."
"Yamato doesn't seem to think so," Taichi murmured.
"Yamato doesn't know shit," He struggled against the grip again. "He thinks he can read me like a book, when in reality, he doesn't even know me."
"Why should he waste his time?" Taichi let go backing away a few steps as Daisuke turned to him, "A vampire's intention is not to get to know it's victim, it's simply to make it theirs it's simply the concept of lust and want, mixed in together."
"And are all vampires snooty? Do you really think that I'll just accept that and let it be? Well, just for a realization, I won't. So back off." Daisuke sniffed, tossing his head.
"Maybe you don't understand this, Daisuke," Taichi took a step closer to him, looming dangerously over the younger boy, "Yamato wants you, and a vampire's instinct is to always achieve what it wants. He will destroy your precious world and everything you loved and desired in order to get to you. He will break you down and tear every breathing emotion from you. Yamato will constantly hurt you and abuse you and destroy you until nothing is left." He paused, eyes narrowed. "And you don't seem to care."
"I don't care," Daisuke hissed, shoving his hands in his pockets to prevent them from doing something harmful to Taichi's face, "I don't care because it's not going to happen. He's already going to destroy the fucking world, isn't he? Yeah. So, I guess he just wants to take me down with him."
"It's not like that," Taichi growled, "You don't understand."
"I understand, Taichi," He brushed a hand over his aching head, "I understand because there's nothing *to* understand. It's all laid out perfectly in front of me, for the whole world to see. You want to bring hell on earth, make the mortals pay for all the pain they put you through, and so on. I think it's you who doesn't understand. I think it's *you*, Taichi. You and Yamato and the rest of your fucking clan."
Shooting the brunette one last icy glare, Daisuke turned on his heel and started to walk off. A moment later, Taichi spoke the force and anger of his words bringing the boy to a stop. Even though they were whispered, they still cut into his surface, stunning his emotions cold.
"The antichrist is here, Daisuke. And if it's not me, or Yamato or Takeru or ANY of the vampire clan, then I ask you this...Who is it?" There was silence for a second. "We've searched for hundreds of years for the one who would reign havoc upon this planet, and we're beginning to suspect who it is. You may not know it or even *feel* it, but there's a definite aura of darkness in you. That's what drew Yamato to you in the first place, your anger and hate for the rest of the world. Just think about it, will you? Think about yourself and don't think of anything else. The antichrist has arrived, and he's here...in Japan...in..Odaiba. Who is it, Daisuke? Who is it?"
The last words were hardly audible but the boy caught every syllables. Even though he knew the other was gone, Daisuke turned around, finding the place where Taichi had stood a mere blank and quiet street. He backed away, eyes clearly revealed confusion and denial. He knew what Taichi was getting at, but he wouldn't accept it. Just as he wouldn't accept anything else on this fucking damn planet. It was just another thing he would have to throw away, lock that horrible suggestion into a cage and send it straight to hell. Straight to hell.
End Chapter Three.
End Notes: Oh, come on! You had to know I was going to do something along the lines of this! It was *so* tempting! *Ducks flying banana's.* I'm sorry! Please, R/R! Even if you have already reviewed, review again! I love reviews and they're my only reason to keep writing! Please, luffies, please?
Disclaimer: I don't own 'System' sung by my beloved Chester Bennington. *Sigh* All though I wish I did...
Ages -
Daisuke - 16
Yamato - 19
Taichi - 19
Takeru - 16
Hikari - 16
Rest are as followed.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Three
By Firefly-chan
He shouldn't have been here. He was damn well aware of that and was tempted to leave but something made him stay frozen in the booth he was sitting in. Daisuke fidgeted nervously, blowing a piece of hair from his eye but gave up on his fifth try after it kept on falling back in place. He knew they would be here, they *always* seemed to be here when the cinnamon haired boy was. It had been a year since he had seen the vampires, of course he had caught glimpse of them every now and then but they always seemed to avoid him. Which brought surprise upon him, it certainly was a first. You would think Daisuke would be the one avoiding them, but instead it was the other way around. Still, it was awfully strange.
Daisuke glanced around the inside of the 'Rage' finding most of the people scattered around. Quite a few were seated, waiting for the band to arrive so they could start dancing, but most were over at the bar. He sighed; sinking lower into the booth, eyes fluttering closed. He had a good feeling, who the band was, all though the rave didn't announce it. They always seemed to arrive late, as flawless as they seemed. He guessed they weren't as perfect as he had thought.
He leaned forward, taking a sip of his Diet Coke, opening his eyes. The lights inside the rave were always dark, only a few lamps lit the place up. It got even darker when the band or singer was on stage, save for the ones on top of the stage so you could identify the one singing. Now that Daisuke thought about it, the 'Rage' never did seem to give out the information on who was going to play at their rave. Maybe they wanted it to be a surprise so more people would come? If that was true, the tactic didn't seem to work very well. But that was just his opinion...
Daisuke turned his attention to the stage, noting through the piercing dark that drums and microphones were set up. Okay, now it was obvious that whoever was playing here had already arrived and it was apparently a band. It wasn't assured if it was a male or female band just yet, but he supposed he would know soon enough. But it wasn't like he didn't have a clue who it was he was pretty sure of what his answer was, though. It was the same person that was always on his mind, even though he hated him. It was the same exact person that abused him mentally and the only one who could bring him to his knees. The same person who could make him feel so emotionally confused.
He clenched his jaw; eyes set blankly on the same place they had been for several moments. He lost himself in his thoughts, nothing very new. He always did that, threw himself back into a depression, forced himself to shake old memories from their dusted corners. Daisuke blinked in mild surprise when a couple stage lights flipped on and three slender, tall forms made their way to their positions on stage. The brown-eyed boy shook his head in dry amusement, grumbling under his breath at how he knew it. He could just leave now, leave before Yamato ever had the chance to lay eyes on him. But for some unknown reason, he didn't, just stayed perfectly still, eyes glued on all three of the vampires.
Unlike last time they were here, they didn't speak or say anything for the matter but just began to play. Takeru had a microphone in front of him as well, which cued Daisuke that the younger blonde was probably going to be singing sometime or another. He looked back to Yamato just as he started to make his entrance on the song.
"You fell away,
What more can I say?
This feeling's evolved.
I won't let it out.
I can't replace,
You're screaming face.
Feeling the sickness inside."
'So far, so good.' Daisuke contemplated silently, leaning back again in the booth. 'At least he's not singing one of *those* songs again.'
"Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine.
We'll be fine.
Then your body will be mine."
The cinnamon haired boy tilted forewords, brows furrowing. Okay, he took that back, this one was JUST like the other one. Hell, it was probably worse. Daisuke took another look around, noticing a lot more people had started to dance with their companions before locking his gaze with Yamato once more. The blonde was looking him over, that same damned-amused look in his eyes. His eyes never were without a smirk.
"So many words,
Can't describe my face.
This feeling's evolved.
So soon to break out.
I can't relate,
To a happy state.
Feeling the blood run inside."
Daisuke perceived calmly as Yamato moved down from the stage, approaching him with that cat-like grace. He should've been running about now, but he wasn't going to do that. He refused to do that. He was sick of running, sick of being afraid. The only way to rid himself of his fears was to face them stronger than they brought themselves upon him. Yamato stopped in front of his booth, reaching out a slender, long-fingered hand to him.
For what seemed like hours, even if it was only a few moments, he stared at that hand before accepting it, letting the vampire pull him to a stand. Yamato placed both hands on Daisuke's shoulders, turning him around and pressing him against him.
"Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine.
We'll be fine.
Then your body will be mine."
Daisuke suppressed a shudder, biting down on his bottom lip as those damnable hands slid down to his waist. The blonde kissed the back of his partners' neck, whispering softly, but the words bit into Daisuke's skin, distinct and cold.
"Why is everything so fucking hard for me?
Keep me down to watch you sink - I should pay.
Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?
Keep on trying I'm not dying so easily."
The cinnamon haired boy barely noticed as another voice came in, figuring it was probably Takeru's.
"I will not die."
Yamato paused again, lips brushing against the flesh of the younger boy's neck.
"Why is everything so fucking hard for me?"
The blondes' voice was demanding, and Daisuke was beginning to wonder what the rest of the people in the rave were thinking. But he wasn't all that concerned about it at the moment; his thoughts all turned to those lips and that voice...
"I will not die."
Yamato laughed dryly, and sang the last verse before the chorus.
"Why is everything so fucking hard for me?"
Daisuke was pushed away as the blonde vampire released him, making his way back on the stage. The brown eyed boy looked up to see if other people were staring at him, but to his surprise, he found most of them were too busy concentrating on their dancing partners to bother with him. He placed a trembling hand to his head, stumbling backwards as he fell back into his both. Suddenly, he felt incredibly tired and dazed.
"Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine.
We'll be fine.
Then your body will be mine."
The song ended there, and just like last time, the three began to pack up their equipment. Through the haze of his chaotic muses, he managed to gather his coat and come to a stand. Despite almost falling over twice, he achieved his goal of reaching the icy air outside the rave. This all seemed so familiar to him as he walked down the deathly quiet streets of Odaiba, shoulder brushing other buildings as he tilted in sideways when he walked. It brought up the thoughts of what had happened the first time he came there, only this time he left instead of making the mistake of staying and meeting the three vampires.
Vampire.
The word brought so many different theories to him. He didn't consider them an evil creature, only certain kinds could be. He just thought of them to be dark and mysterious- beautiful and immaculate. He had been fascinated with vampires and other creatures of darkness as a child, he supposed he must've forgotten about them as the years passed. It was so strange, when he was so intent on studying them in his younger days, it was almost like he felt a connection with them somehow. Maybe it was the desire to live forever, or maybe something deeper.
Daisuke shook his head, laughing softly. It didn't matter anymore; he no longer felt that passion to find out more about the creatures. Granted, he found them beautiful but it wasn't the same...Or was it? He kicked a stone, watching as it disappeared into the gutter. The cinnamon boy was always like this, thinking about the past. He hated it when he did that, but of course, he hated himself for many more reasons then just one reason. There were so many things to blame him on, so many sins he had committed without the remorse of guilt. Who wouldn't hate themselves in one's position such as himself?
He weakly heard footsteps from behind him. All though they were incredibly feather light, he could still catch them. He faltered in his movement, arms folding over his chest as an annoyed frown etched his dark features.
"What do you want, Yamato?" He growled.
He felt arms encircle him, and he jumped, startled, not realizing the vampire was so close. His captive breathe rashly in his ear, "I'm not Yamato, pet."
Oh, of course. Taichi.
"I don't care who you are," Daisuke snapped, trying but failing to get out of the strong grasp. "But would you be so kind in letting me go?"
"No."
Just a he thought. No. A vampire's favorite word.
"I should have been expecting that," Daisuke tried to brush a hand through his hair, but then remember he couldn't really move. "Fine. What do you want, *Taichi*?"
"Why do you always ask the stupidest questions?" Taichi chuckled, frigidly.
"Why do you always intend on pestering me," Daisuke grumbled, "You would think that you-all of you would get the picture by now. I'm *not* interested."
"Yamato doesn't seem to think so," Taichi murmured.
"Yamato doesn't know shit," He struggled against the grip again. "He thinks he can read me like a book, when in reality, he doesn't even know me."
"Why should he waste his time?" Taichi let go backing away a few steps as Daisuke turned to him, "A vampire's intention is not to get to know it's victim, it's simply to make it theirs it's simply the concept of lust and want, mixed in together."
"And are all vampires snooty? Do you really think that I'll just accept that and let it be? Well, just for a realization, I won't. So back off." Daisuke sniffed, tossing his head.
"Maybe you don't understand this, Daisuke," Taichi took a step closer to him, looming dangerously over the younger boy, "Yamato wants you, and a vampire's instinct is to always achieve what it wants. He will destroy your precious world and everything you loved and desired in order to get to you. He will break you down and tear every breathing emotion from you. Yamato will constantly hurt you and abuse you and destroy you until nothing is left." He paused, eyes narrowed. "And you don't seem to care."
"I don't care," Daisuke hissed, shoving his hands in his pockets to prevent them from doing something harmful to Taichi's face, "I don't care because it's not going to happen. He's already going to destroy the fucking world, isn't he? Yeah. So, I guess he just wants to take me down with him."
"It's not like that," Taichi growled, "You don't understand."
"I understand, Taichi," He brushed a hand over his aching head, "I understand because there's nothing *to* understand. It's all laid out perfectly in front of me, for the whole world to see. You want to bring hell on earth, make the mortals pay for all the pain they put you through, and so on. I think it's you who doesn't understand. I think it's *you*, Taichi. You and Yamato and the rest of your fucking clan."
Shooting the brunette one last icy glare, Daisuke turned on his heel and started to walk off. A moment later, Taichi spoke the force and anger of his words bringing the boy to a stop. Even though they were whispered, they still cut into his surface, stunning his emotions cold.
"The antichrist is here, Daisuke. And if it's not me, or Yamato or Takeru or ANY of the vampire clan, then I ask you this...Who is it?" There was silence for a second. "We've searched for hundreds of years for the one who would reign havoc upon this planet, and we're beginning to suspect who it is. You may not know it or even *feel* it, but there's a definite aura of darkness in you. That's what drew Yamato to you in the first place, your anger and hate for the rest of the world. Just think about it, will you? Think about yourself and don't think of anything else. The antichrist has arrived, and he's here...in Japan...in..Odaiba. Who is it, Daisuke? Who is it?"
The last words were hardly audible but the boy caught every syllables. Even though he knew the other was gone, Daisuke turned around, finding the place where Taichi had stood a mere blank and quiet street. He backed away, eyes clearly revealed confusion and denial. He knew what Taichi was getting at, but he wouldn't accept it. Just as he wouldn't accept anything else on this fucking damn planet. It was just another thing he would have to throw away, lock that horrible suggestion into a cage and send it straight to hell. Straight to hell.
End Chapter Three.
End Notes: Oh, come on! You had to know I was going to do something along the lines of this! It was *so* tempting! *Ducks flying banana's.* I'm sorry! Please, R/R! Even if you have already reviewed, review again! I love reviews and they're my only reason to keep writing! Please, luffies, please?