Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Awake ( Chapter 6 )
[ 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: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 239 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 239 | Status: Completed
A.N: *Gasps.* Losing..interest...in...story! Must keep going! *Drags self-on.* Damn. Anyway, unfortunately, this isn't even NEAR being done. Hell, we've just gotten started with the main plot. Good news for you, bad news for me. Longer this story lasts, the faster I want to end it. Oh well, I'm still going to finish it, though. Oh, and I lied. I was too desperate to get the next chapter out so I guess I'm NOT taking a little break.
Ages -
Same as last chapter.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Six
By SaturnsFirefly
The candle flame blazed high into the air in an elegant and faultless dance. It flickered back and forth, swaying ever so slightly so that it mesmerized the boy. Fire had always pulled him into it's own fantasy when the rest of the world didn't give a damn about him. He didn't know why it fascinated him so much, all he knew was that it must've been there for a reason and why not use it to his advantage? Daisuke stared blankly at the candle across from him; eyes glazed over with un-fallen tears. He sat with his arms wrapped tightly around his folded knees, which were brought close to his chest. Yamato was sprawled on the floor behind him, shadows playing over his flawless face.
'Perfect,' the boy thought bitterly, 'So fucking perfect.'
He watched, emotionless, as the reflection of the fire danced over the black silk sheets that covered the vampire; watched as it ran itself across it, smoothly and without a fault. He was tempted to kill him, the need to feel the stolen blood on his hands was growing, but he knew the other would wake. Yamato was a vampire...sensitive to movement and feelings of danger. That damned silk sheet and him belonged together; so smooth and sensual yet biting and harsh.
Daisuke pulled himself up slowly, his aching muscles screaming in protest as he did so but he merely ignored them. The little light the candle offered him wasn't really helping him in finding his way around the room. Finally, his hands rested on a doorknob and he slowly turned it, opening the door cautiously. Light flooded the room from the hallway, making the boy squint at the sudden rough impact of it. As quietly as he could, he moved from the bedroom, shutting the door behind him and starting his path down the hall. After wandering aimlessly around the second floor of the mansion, he came upon the bathroom. With a relieved sigh, he practically threw himself inside.
He kicked the door shut on his way in, rubbing at his forehead with his hand. The bathroom had a dark printed wallpaper with leaves and other sorts of nature on it. It was rather small, with just a toilet, bathtub and a sink all shoved and rambled together. Daisuke sat on the edge of the tub, staring into the mirror above the sink that was across from him. Gods, he looked awful. His cinnamon colored hair was tousled all over the place and his eyes were puffy and red from crying. He cringed, remembering the source that made him cry.
"Goddamn you, Yamato." He muttered, apparent anger lacing his words.
'Why do you put up with it?' The voices in his mind asked, curious.
'Because...I...' Daisuke trailed off, not sure what to say.
'Don't care?' The voice suggested, 'You don't care about anything, Dai. Not a damned thing. Not even yourself...'
'You don't understand,' He tried to explain but realized moments later that the voice wasn't listening; left him alone.
For several agonizing minutes, the boy just sat there and stared in the mirror. He dropped to his knees then, the reality of it all coming back to him again as sobs wracked his small frame. His trembling hands yanked open the cabinet under the sink mercilessly, searching through the contents of it. His searching fingers finally rested on what he desired; a blade. Not bothering to wonder why it was in there, he took into his hands and leaned back against the bathtub.
Sniffing, he wiped the tears from his eyes and cheeks, fingering the blade in his palm. It gazed up at him, glinting silver in the light the bulb on the ceiling gave off. He hated it, but loved it all the same. Hated it for the hatred it gave off and loved it for how much peace it brought him. Without thinking of his actions or considering them, he placed the blade at his wrist and pushed down, sliding it over the delicate skin. The blade drew a ribbon of crimson blood, and he moved his attention to that. Wasn't fascinated. Simply engrossed.
He must've sat there for a long time, watching the blood. Watching the blade watching him. It was so funny; sometimes he could swear that it was alive...taunting him, mocking him. It must have been awhile before Daisuke could finally perceive the blonde that was leaning against the doorframe watching him.
"What are you doing?" Yamato questioned, casually.
"What does it *look* like I'm doing?" Daisuke snarled, sliding across the floor so he was farther away from the other.
The vampire said nothing for a moment, before he finally spoke again, malice in that steely voice of his, "You should've told me you were suicidal. Then maybe I wouldn't have..." He trailed off.
The other snorted, tossing the blade up towards the sink. "Raped me?"
"I wouldn't call it rape," Daisuke rolled his eyes, "You obliged, if I'm correct."
"But what if I hadn't?" The other said nothing and the boy nodded, satisfied. "Don't lie to me, Yamato. You know as well as I do that it was forced."
"You whine too much," Yamato clenched his fists, muttering between clenched teeth. "Why do I always seem to pick companions that constantly complain?"
Daisuke ignored him. "Just leave me alone, will you? I don't want to talk to you right now."
"That's just too bad, isn't it?"
Brown eyes narrowed pointedly. "Fuck you."
A cruel smirk wiped the grin from his face, and he drawled out, "Already did that, remember?"
Silence enveloped the room, before Daisuke lunged from his position on the tiled floor, launching himself at Yamato and shoving him harshly at the wall. "I HATE you!" He screamed, pounding on the vampires' chest over and over again with his fist. "I hate you so fucking much it hurts! Damn you! I hate the way you make me feel so violated, I hate the way you make me cry, I hate the way you make me scream, I hate the way you make me want to fucking die!" That smug smirk never left Yamato's face, "I hate the way..." He panted, slowing slightly, "I hate the way you hate me so clearly. Hate the way you put your hatred into me, the way you abuse me with you. I hate your fucking *hatred*, Yamato."
Tears started falling from Daisuke's eyes, but he ignored those as well, wanting so badly to smack that twisted smile from the vampire. Here he was, beating the shit out of him, and Yamato wasn't doing anything about it. Just standing there and taking it all in, calmly and insolently. He wanted to hurt the blonde just as he hurt him, but no matter how many punches he threw at him, it was obvious he wasn't going to break through.
"I hate you," Daisuke sobbed, falling to his knees in front of Yamato, "I hate you..."
Silence reigned over once more, and Yamato, bruises covering his chest, moved backwards. The cinnamon haired boy did the same, standing back up shakily and pressing himself against the back wall across from the vampire. He wasn't looking at him though; he had his face in his hands, shaking it back and forth as he continued to cry pitifully, angrily.
Then Yamato spoke, drawing Daisuke's attention. The tone was expressionless, not a hint of anger or hostility in it. "I know...I know." Then without another word, the other turned and left the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him.
End Chapter Six.
End Notes: *Sobs* I'm sorry! I know I keep promising the chapters will be longer, but you don't understand! It's so tempting to stop in places and then I think it'll spoil the moment if I continue. Forgiveness, please? *Puppy dog eyes.* Anyway, review!
Ages -
Same as last chapter.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Six
By SaturnsFirefly
The candle flame blazed high into the air in an elegant and faultless dance. It flickered back and forth, swaying ever so slightly so that it mesmerized the boy. Fire had always pulled him into it's own fantasy when the rest of the world didn't give a damn about him. He didn't know why it fascinated him so much, all he knew was that it must've been there for a reason and why not use it to his advantage? Daisuke stared blankly at the candle across from him; eyes glazed over with un-fallen tears. He sat with his arms wrapped tightly around his folded knees, which were brought close to his chest. Yamato was sprawled on the floor behind him, shadows playing over his flawless face.
'Perfect,' the boy thought bitterly, 'So fucking perfect.'
He watched, emotionless, as the reflection of the fire danced over the black silk sheets that covered the vampire; watched as it ran itself across it, smoothly and without a fault. He was tempted to kill him, the need to feel the stolen blood on his hands was growing, but he knew the other would wake. Yamato was a vampire...sensitive to movement and feelings of danger. That damned silk sheet and him belonged together; so smooth and sensual yet biting and harsh.
Daisuke pulled himself up slowly, his aching muscles screaming in protest as he did so but he merely ignored them. The little light the candle offered him wasn't really helping him in finding his way around the room. Finally, his hands rested on a doorknob and he slowly turned it, opening the door cautiously. Light flooded the room from the hallway, making the boy squint at the sudden rough impact of it. As quietly as he could, he moved from the bedroom, shutting the door behind him and starting his path down the hall. After wandering aimlessly around the second floor of the mansion, he came upon the bathroom. With a relieved sigh, he practically threw himself inside.
He kicked the door shut on his way in, rubbing at his forehead with his hand. The bathroom had a dark printed wallpaper with leaves and other sorts of nature on it. It was rather small, with just a toilet, bathtub and a sink all shoved and rambled together. Daisuke sat on the edge of the tub, staring into the mirror above the sink that was across from him. Gods, he looked awful. His cinnamon colored hair was tousled all over the place and his eyes were puffy and red from crying. He cringed, remembering the source that made him cry.
"Goddamn you, Yamato." He muttered, apparent anger lacing his words.
'Why do you put up with it?' The voices in his mind asked, curious.
'Because...I...' Daisuke trailed off, not sure what to say.
'Don't care?' The voice suggested, 'You don't care about anything, Dai. Not a damned thing. Not even yourself...'
'You don't understand,' He tried to explain but realized moments later that the voice wasn't listening; left him alone.
For several agonizing minutes, the boy just sat there and stared in the mirror. He dropped to his knees then, the reality of it all coming back to him again as sobs wracked his small frame. His trembling hands yanked open the cabinet under the sink mercilessly, searching through the contents of it. His searching fingers finally rested on what he desired; a blade. Not bothering to wonder why it was in there, he took into his hands and leaned back against the bathtub.
Sniffing, he wiped the tears from his eyes and cheeks, fingering the blade in his palm. It gazed up at him, glinting silver in the light the bulb on the ceiling gave off. He hated it, but loved it all the same. Hated it for the hatred it gave off and loved it for how much peace it brought him. Without thinking of his actions or considering them, he placed the blade at his wrist and pushed down, sliding it over the delicate skin. The blade drew a ribbon of crimson blood, and he moved his attention to that. Wasn't fascinated. Simply engrossed.
He must've sat there for a long time, watching the blood. Watching the blade watching him. It was so funny; sometimes he could swear that it was alive...taunting him, mocking him. It must have been awhile before Daisuke could finally perceive the blonde that was leaning against the doorframe watching him.
"What are you doing?" Yamato questioned, casually.
"What does it *look* like I'm doing?" Daisuke snarled, sliding across the floor so he was farther away from the other.
The vampire said nothing for a moment, before he finally spoke again, malice in that steely voice of his, "You should've told me you were suicidal. Then maybe I wouldn't have..." He trailed off.
The other snorted, tossing the blade up towards the sink. "Raped me?"
"I wouldn't call it rape," Daisuke rolled his eyes, "You obliged, if I'm correct."
"But what if I hadn't?" The other said nothing and the boy nodded, satisfied. "Don't lie to me, Yamato. You know as well as I do that it was forced."
"You whine too much," Yamato clenched his fists, muttering between clenched teeth. "Why do I always seem to pick companions that constantly complain?"
Daisuke ignored him. "Just leave me alone, will you? I don't want to talk to you right now."
"That's just too bad, isn't it?"
Brown eyes narrowed pointedly. "Fuck you."
A cruel smirk wiped the grin from his face, and he drawled out, "Already did that, remember?"
Silence enveloped the room, before Daisuke lunged from his position on the tiled floor, launching himself at Yamato and shoving him harshly at the wall. "I HATE you!" He screamed, pounding on the vampires' chest over and over again with his fist. "I hate you so fucking much it hurts! Damn you! I hate the way you make me feel so violated, I hate the way you make me cry, I hate the way you make me scream, I hate the way you make me want to fucking die!" That smug smirk never left Yamato's face, "I hate the way..." He panted, slowing slightly, "I hate the way you hate me so clearly. Hate the way you put your hatred into me, the way you abuse me with you. I hate your fucking *hatred*, Yamato."
Tears started falling from Daisuke's eyes, but he ignored those as well, wanting so badly to smack that twisted smile from the vampire. Here he was, beating the shit out of him, and Yamato wasn't doing anything about it. Just standing there and taking it all in, calmly and insolently. He wanted to hurt the blonde just as he hurt him, but no matter how many punches he threw at him, it was obvious he wasn't going to break through.
"I hate you," Daisuke sobbed, falling to his knees in front of Yamato, "I hate you..."
Silence reigned over once more, and Yamato, bruises covering his chest, moved backwards. The cinnamon haired boy did the same, standing back up shakily and pressing himself against the back wall across from the vampire. He wasn't looking at him though; he had his face in his hands, shaking it back and forth as he continued to cry pitifully, angrily.
Then Yamato spoke, drawing Daisuke's attention. The tone was expressionless, not a hint of anger or hostility in it. "I know...I know." Then without another word, the other turned and left the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him.
End Chapter Six.
End Notes: *Sobs* I'm sorry! I know I keep promising the chapters will be longer, but you don't understand! It's so tempting to stop in places and then I think it'll spoil the moment if I continue. Forgiveness, please? *Puppy dog eyes.* Anyway, review!