Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Twisted Light ( Chapter 4 )
[ 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: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 238 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 238 | Status: Completed
A.N: The first part of this is sticking with Yamato and his thoughts just to tell you. So, basically its in Yamato's POV. Heh, I had to do it. I HAD to.
Disclaimer: 'Antichrist Superstar' belongs to Marilyn Manson. Uh...yeah.
Ages -
Same as last chapter.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Four
By SaturnsFirefly
(Yamato's POV.)
The black rose reminded me of him; so dark and vibrant, yet beautiful and unique in it's own way. When I first saw him I knew he was the one that I wanted and needed. I saw the fear in his eyes, which surprised me mildly. When I looked at him, all I saw was anger and hate for everything-everyone on this damned planet. Seeing the alarm in him was something that I hadn't considered before. Daisuke didn't seem like that in appearance but maybe in personality. So weak and helpless, yet he has an out of control and wild temper.
That's why I know he's the antichrist, the dark prince, ruler of evil and supreme master of chaos. The only thing that puzzles me is that he's a mortal, well, at least that's what I've seen so far. According to the ancient readings and to the noble vampires, no mortal can possibly be the antichrist. But I could be overlooking every clue that he might be an immortal. Technically, there is a possible that the antichrist was reborn in a different form. Hundreds of years ago, the vampires of supposed *goodness* destroyed the antichrist before he could destroy the world. He's back now, and maybe *in* Daisuke. That's an interesting thought, ne? Daisuke of course is one person, but I can almost feel another aura of darkness inside of him.
I need his blood, need to feel it coursing through my veins sweeter than life and death itself. I haven't fed in so long, but I don't want too until I have *him* and only *him*. I don't want to kill him; I just need him. My beautiful Daisuke, what are you doing to me? It's rumored if you drink the blood of the antichrist then you'll be able to live forever. Of course, that's just for humans. For vampires, they say you will be eternally loved. I doubt it, vampires aren't meant to be loved or even meant to love anything else. I don't love Daisuke; there's such a difference between affection and lust. He knows it. He doesn't want to accept it, but he'll have to. That's all he'll ever be to me, an object; a beautiful and magnificent object.
It's funny, you know? I can't ever imagine him killing, but he gets so angry and it just completely takes me by surprise. It's not actually assured quite yet if he IS the real antichrist, but I'm pretty damn positive that he is. So are the noble angels, all though Hikari and Takeru are a bit skeptical of it. I ran my hand over the red satin couch I sat in. I've always like the feel of satin, I don't know why. Maybe it was just because of the way it looked or something along the lines of that. I closed my guitar case, placing it on the floor beside my feet. I stood up, brushing off my clothes and glancing around my living room. Our home was quite big, resting out of Odaiba and deep into the woods. We weren't bothered that way.
I looked out the wide window, noticing the several stars scattered around. I turned back around, looking over at Taichi and Takeru whom were sitting on the other couch, both doing particularly nothing. Just staring blankly at anything their eyes happened to land on.
"We're going," I said shortly, gathering their attention. "Now."
With no more then a nod they stood up and following in perfect step beside me as we left our home.
****
(3rd POV.)
Something in the air had wrenched Daisuke out to take a walk. He knew it was incredibly stupid to decide to take a stroll by himself...at night. But he couldn't stand just sitting there in that freezing abandoned building, lying awake. He knew he was being set up, knew that Yamato and his little 'group' were out there somewhere, awaiting his arrival. The words Taichi had spoke to him only a few days back still chilled him to the bone. It wasn't possible for him, Daisuke, to be the antichrist. It was far beyond any radical thing he had ever heard.
Daisuke barely acknowledged the rave as he passed it, simply walking on by, eyes glued to the ground. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a faint music coming off from a distance. The boy blinked, looked up and glanced around, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. He had to strain to hear the words someone was singing.
"You built me up in your wishing hell.
I didn't have to sell you.
You threw your money in the pissing well.
You do just what they tell you."
He knew who it was, of course he did. He wasn't that naive, after all. You couldn't possibly mistake that distinct, sadistic voice with someone else. And as Daisuke walked on, nearer and nearer towards the source of the musical, dark voice, he knew he was being lured, knew he walking straight into their trap. He crossed the lonesome, dank street, heading into a pair of woods, careful to stay on the path.
"Repent, that's what I'm talking about.
I shed the skin to feed the fake.
Repent, that's what I'm talking about.
Whose mistake am I anyway?"
The lyrics were familiar to the boy, but he paid it no mind, too intent on his task. The deeper into the woods he went, the clearer he could hear the voice. His breath trembled as it seemed to get heavier and shorter. He dismissed it as the humidity of the night, even though it was actually cold. It wasn't like he could admit he was nervous-afraid of seeing Yamato. No. He'd gotten over that, hadn't he?
"Cut the head off.
Grows back hard.
I am the hydra.
Now you'll see your star."
Daisuke frowned, glancing to the side as he noticed small orbs of fire trailing the sides of the path. That was strange, if not a bit creepy, but it wasn't anything to worry about. Yamato or someone must've done it to add 'drama' to the scene. The cinnamon haired boy rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself, stumbling on blindly in the dark.
"Prick your finger,
It is done.
The moon has now eclipsed the sun.
The angel has spread its wings.
The time has come for bitter things."
He stopped, biting down on his bottom lip as he came to the end of the path, in front of a bunch of brush and bushes that blocked the view ahead of him. It was obvious that he was behind it, as he could hear him there. With an unsteady hand he pushed the shrubs away, taking a small step into a clearing that he didn't know even existed until tonight.
It was dark and he could barely see anything, but Daisuke knew that he was there...somewhere. Even though there was no instrumental music, he could sense the unmistakable presence that Yamato held. The dark aura was as thick as fog, so deep that it felt like you could rip it apart every time you made a move. He couldn't hear any breathing besides his own, but Daisuke figured that vampires really didn't have a need to breathe. They were dead, after all.
The boy tensed then, feeling a sudden coolness from behind him and a breathy whisper.
"Repent, that's what I'm talking about.
I shed the skin to feed the fake.
Repent, that's what I'm talking about.
Whose mistake am I anyway?"
The voice faded and the brown-eyed boy turned around slowly, only to find no one there, just the ever lasting darkness and seemingly miles of trees. He heard the voice come from behind him once more, and this time a solid force clamped down on his waist. It didn't surprise him, he figured he would try and do something like this again.
"The time has come,
It is quite clear.
Our antichrist is almost here.
The has come,
It is quite clear.
Our antichrist is almost here..."
Yamato, or whoever was behind him, trailed off again. The source that held him turned Daisuke around, and in a small instant he caught a glimpse of chilling blue eyes gazing down on him. Yamato pulled him roughly against his tall frame, hands gripping at his hair as he pulled his head off to the side, revealing his neck. The blonde boy leaned closer to the other, hissing in his ear, "It is done."
Before the cinnamon haired boy could process what the vampire was about to do, Yamato already had his burnings lips upon Daisuke's neck, biting down into the sensitive and soft flesh. His fangs pierced the skin, and just like before, Daisuke gripped at Yamato's arms, feeling faint and dizzy. Some foreign part of the boy didn't care what the other was doing to him, it wasn't like he didn't have this coming to him. He deserved it, he deserved everything that he gained.
He was hardly aware when Yamato released him, never feeling the impact of the ground, still dazed. He could make out Yamato's form in the dark, noticed it looming over him dangerously. Why was he letting him do this? Why was he going down without a fight?
'Because you don't care,' His conscious informed him, sadly.
'But I do care,' Daisuke insisted, 'I do...'
"Do you find vampires exotic," Yamato's voice cut sharply into his train of thought. "Are you drawn by the darkness that is held in my soul? Or are you simply afraid, and is fear what trails you to me?"
"I...a-am...in-intimidated," Daisuke managed to gasp out, sides heaving in pain as he did so.
"You? Intimidated?" The blonde snorted, kneeling down, rocking back on his heels. He continued, "Oh. But of course you are. You don't know how it feels...you don't understand any of it. So impulsive and young, you are."
The vampire fished around for something in his coat pocket, before finally pulling out a cigarette. After he lit it, the older boy took a long drag of it, eyes still locked on Daisuke whom was writhing in pain. A smirk played on those elegant lips as Yamato tilted his head to the side, arching an eyebrow upwards.
"I take it you're in discomfort?" It was put more of a statement then a question. Yamato shook his head, "Don't worry, it won't last long. After you pass out you should probably start feeling a bit better. Hmm...I don't think I took very much blood from you, but then again, some people are quite sensitive to those kinds of things..."
Daisuke didn't get to hear him finish as a red haze of pain flashed through his mind, and he slowly dipped into darkness. It wasn't until a moment later that Yamato noticed the younger boys' helpless position. Heaving a deep, wary breath; the vampire dropped his cigarette to the dirt ground, not bothering to even put it out. Rising to his feet, the blonde slipped his hands underneath Daisuke's arms, managing to sling him over his shoulder.
"Or maybe I did." Yamato muttered, blandly surprised at how light the boy was.
With subtle, sly grace, he made his way from the clearing and onto the path, quickly disappearing with his 'captive' into the deathly silent night.
End Chapter Four.
End Notes: Well, wasn't that just bundles of fun? Okay, this chapter didn't have a point but it's building up so it's STARTING to have a point. Erk...did that even make sense? Anyway, please be a luffly sweetheart and review. I will love you forever and ever if you do.
Disclaimer: 'Antichrist Superstar' belongs to Marilyn Manson. Uh...yeah.
Ages -
Same as last chapter.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Four
By SaturnsFirefly
(Yamato's POV.)
The black rose reminded me of him; so dark and vibrant, yet beautiful and unique in it's own way. When I first saw him I knew he was the one that I wanted and needed. I saw the fear in his eyes, which surprised me mildly. When I looked at him, all I saw was anger and hate for everything-everyone on this damned planet. Seeing the alarm in him was something that I hadn't considered before. Daisuke didn't seem like that in appearance but maybe in personality. So weak and helpless, yet he has an out of control and wild temper.
That's why I know he's the antichrist, the dark prince, ruler of evil and supreme master of chaos. The only thing that puzzles me is that he's a mortal, well, at least that's what I've seen so far. According to the ancient readings and to the noble vampires, no mortal can possibly be the antichrist. But I could be overlooking every clue that he might be an immortal. Technically, there is a possible that the antichrist was reborn in a different form. Hundreds of years ago, the vampires of supposed *goodness* destroyed the antichrist before he could destroy the world. He's back now, and maybe *in* Daisuke. That's an interesting thought, ne? Daisuke of course is one person, but I can almost feel another aura of darkness inside of him.
I need his blood, need to feel it coursing through my veins sweeter than life and death itself. I haven't fed in so long, but I don't want too until I have *him* and only *him*. I don't want to kill him; I just need him. My beautiful Daisuke, what are you doing to me? It's rumored if you drink the blood of the antichrist then you'll be able to live forever. Of course, that's just for humans. For vampires, they say you will be eternally loved. I doubt it, vampires aren't meant to be loved or even meant to love anything else. I don't love Daisuke; there's such a difference between affection and lust. He knows it. He doesn't want to accept it, but he'll have to. That's all he'll ever be to me, an object; a beautiful and magnificent object.
It's funny, you know? I can't ever imagine him killing, but he gets so angry and it just completely takes me by surprise. It's not actually assured quite yet if he IS the real antichrist, but I'm pretty damn positive that he is. So are the noble angels, all though Hikari and Takeru are a bit skeptical of it. I ran my hand over the red satin couch I sat in. I've always like the feel of satin, I don't know why. Maybe it was just because of the way it looked or something along the lines of that. I closed my guitar case, placing it on the floor beside my feet. I stood up, brushing off my clothes and glancing around my living room. Our home was quite big, resting out of Odaiba and deep into the woods. We weren't bothered that way.
I looked out the wide window, noticing the several stars scattered around. I turned back around, looking over at Taichi and Takeru whom were sitting on the other couch, both doing particularly nothing. Just staring blankly at anything their eyes happened to land on.
"We're going," I said shortly, gathering their attention. "Now."
With no more then a nod they stood up and following in perfect step beside me as we left our home.
****
(3rd POV.)
Something in the air had wrenched Daisuke out to take a walk. He knew it was incredibly stupid to decide to take a stroll by himself...at night. But he couldn't stand just sitting there in that freezing abandoned building, lying awake. He knew he was being set up, knew that Yamato and his little 'group' were out there somewhere, awaiting his arrival. The words Taichi had spoke to him only a few days back still chilled him to the bone. It wasn't possible for him, Daisuke, to be the antichrist. It was far beyond any radical thing he had ever heard.
Daisuke barely acknowledged the rave as he passed it, simply walking on by, eyes glued to the ground. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a faint music coming off from a distance. The boy blinked, looked up and glanced around, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. He had to strain to hear the words someone was singing.
"You built me up in your wishing hell.
I didn't have to sell you.
You threw your money in the pissing well.
You do just what they tell you."
He knew who it was, of course he did. He wasn't that naive, after all. You couldn't possibly mistake that distinct, sadistic voice with someone else. And as Daisuke walked on, nearer and nearer towards the source of the musical, dark voice, he knew he was being lured, knew he walking straight into their trap. He crossed the lonesome, dank street, heading into a pair of woods, careful to stay on the path.
"Repent, that's what I'm talking about.
I shed the skin to feed the fake.
Repent, that's what I'm talking about.
Whose mistake am I anyway?"
The lyrics were familiar to the boy, but he paid it no mind, too intent on his task. The deeper into the woods he went, the clearer he could hear the voice. His breath trembled as it seemed to get heavier and shorter. He dismissed it as the humidity of the night, even though it was actually cold. It wasn't like he could admit he was nervous-afraid of seeing Yamato. No. He'd gotten over that, hadn't he?
"Cut the head off.
Grows back hard.
I am the hydra.
Now you'll see your star."
Daisuke frowned, glancing to the side as he noticed small orbs of fire trailing the sides of the path. That was strange, if not a bit creepy, but it wasn't anything to worry about. Yamato or someone must've done it to add 'drama' to the scene. The cinnamon haired boy rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself, stumbling on blindly in the dark.
"Prick your finger,
It is done.
The moon has now eclipsed the sun.
The angel has spread its wings.
The time has come for bitter things."
He stopped, biting down on his bottom lip as he came to the end of the path, in front of a bunch of brush and bushes that blocked the view ahead of him. It was obvious that he was behind it, as he could hear him there. With an unsteady hand he pushed the shrubs away, taking a small step into a clearing that he didn't know even existed until tonight.
It was dark and he could barely see anything, but Daisuke knew that he was there...somewhere. Even though there was no instrumental music, he could sense the unmistakable presence that Yamato held. The dark aura was as thick as fog, so deep that it felt like you could rip it apart every time you made a move. He couldn't hear any breathing besides his own, but Daisuke figured that vampires really didn't have a need to breathe. They were dead, after all.
The boy tensed then, feeling a sudden coolness from behind him and a breathy whisper.
"Repent, that's what I'm talking about.
I shed the skin to feed the fake.
Repent, that's what I'm talking about.
Whose mistake am I anyway?"
The voice faded and the brown-eyed boy turned around slowly, only to find no one there, just the ever lasting darkness and seemingly miles of trees. He heard the voice come from behind him once more, and this time a solid force clamped down on his waist. It didn't surprise him, he figured he would try and do something like this again.
"The time has come,
It is quite clear.
Our antichrist is almost here.
The has come,
It is quite clear.
Our antichrist is almost here..."
Yamato, or whoever was behind him, trailed off again. The source that held him turned Daisuke around, and in a small instant he caught a glimpse of chilling blue eyes gazing down on him. Yamato pulled him roughly against his tall frame, hands gripping at his hair as he pulled his head off to the side, revealing his neck. The blonde boy leaned closer to the other, hissing in his ear, "It is done."
Before the cinnamon haired boy could process what the vampire was about to do, Yamato already had his burnings lips upon Daisuke's neck, biting down into the sensitive and soft flesh. His fangs pierced the skin, and just like before, Daisuke gripped at Yamato's arms, feeling faint and dizzy. Some foreign part of the boy didn't care what the other was doing to him, it wasn't like he didn't have this coming to him. He deserved it, he deserved everything that he gained.
He was hardly aware when Yamato released him, never feeling the impact of the ground, still dazed. He could make out Yamato's form in the dark, noticed it looming over him dangerously. Why was he letting him do this? Why was he going down without a fight?
'Because you don't care,' His conscious informed him, sadly.
'But I do care,' Daisuke insisted, 'I do...'
"Do you find vampires exotic," Yamato's voice cut sharply into his train of thought. "Are you drawn by the darkness that is held in my soul? Or are you simply afraid, and is fear what trails you to me?"
"I...a-am...in-intimidated," Daisuke managed to gasp out, sides heaving in pain as he did so.
"You? Intimidated?" The blonde snorted, kneeling down, rocking back on his heels. He continued, "Oh. But of course you are. You don't know how it feels...you don't understand any of it. So impulsive and young, you are."
The vampire fished around for something in his coat pocket, before finally pulling out a cigarette. After he lit it, the older boy took a long drag of it, eyes still locked on Daisuke whom was writhing in pain. A smirk played on those elegant lips as Yamato tilted his head to the side, arching an eyebrow upwards.
"I take it you're in discomfort?" It was put more of a statement then a question. Yamato shook his head, "Don't worry, it won't last long. After you pass out you should probably start feeling a bit better. Hmm...I don't think I took very much blood from you, but then again, some people are quite sensitive to those kinds of things..."
Daisuke didn't get to hear him finish as a red haze of pain flashed through his mind, and he slowly dipped into darkness. It wasn't until a moment later that Yamato noticed the younger boys' helpless position. Heaving a deep, wary breath; the vampire dropped his cigarette to the dirt ground, not bothering to even put it out. Rising to his feet, the blonde slipped his hands underneath Daisuke's arms, managing to sling him over his shoulder.
"Or maybe I did." Yamato muttered, blandly surprised at how light the boy was.
With subtle, sly grace, he made his way from the clearing and onto the path, quickly disappearing with his 'captive' into the deathly silent night.
End Chapter Four.
End Notes: Well, wasn't that just bundles of fun? Okay, this chapter didn't have a point but it's building up so it's STARTING to have a point. Erk...did that even make sense? Anyway, please be a luffly sweetheart and review. I will love you forever and ever if you do.