Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Breathing Death's Air ( Chapter 7 )
[ 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: 2.3K | Visits: 244 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 244 | Status: Completed
A.N: Sorry this took a bit to get out, but my account had been frozen until the first of May. Teh..so I had to wait until 11:30 tonight to get it out. You're so lucky I stay up for you guys ^_^.
Ages -
Same as last chapter.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Seven
By SaturnsFirefly
Takeru sighed in relief as Yamato entered the living room swiftly, glad to finally be broken from the silence bestowed upon him. Taichi hadn't been much company; after they gave up on the chess game they eventually lapsed into muteness, not knowing what else to do. Usually, the quiet wouldn't bother him, but for some reason it was taking an affect on him now. The younger blond took a stand, brushing off his slacks and glancing towards his brother.
"What're we-" He was cut off by Yamato.
"We're leaving...again," He answered, voice monotone. "We are leaving Daisuke here, and going back into Odaiba. You know the rest of the plan from there."
"Leaving Daisuke here?" Taichi questioned curiously, "But what if he escapes?"
"'We're leaving," He growled simply and firmly, each word promising death if the other didn't comply.
Warily, the brunette came to a stand, dragging his hands from his pockets to run them through his hair. Takeru silently followed from behind him, not knowing what his brothers' motives were and not really caring at the same time. The three left the huge, dark-bricked house, not even bothering to lock the door behind them.
*****
It felt like the world would never edge it's way from darkness. Felt like it had kicked light out of its life for good and permanently locked itself into a reality of blackness. Daisuke rubbed his knee anxiously, rocking back and forth in the bathroom, biting down roughly on his lip. He tasted the coppery, bitter taste of his own blood on his tongue but didn't pay any attention to it, thoughts elsewhere.
The boy pressed a hand against his aching head, trying his best to cradle and tend to it. His wrist was still bleeding, but it would stop...it always did. It wasn't like it was going to make much of a difference if it didn't anyway. If he died, he died. Just one less fucked up human being on this pitiful, dying planet. Its not like anyone would notice in the first place. Yamato would, but he wouldn't care. Might be a little disappointed that his *toy* had to depart, but nothing more than that.
Reluctantly the boy moved from his position on the rug that rested on the tiled floor of the bathroom. He pushed himself up, dizzying himself as he did so and placing his hand on the sink for support. He fumbled for the doorknob in the dark, hand skimming over it and twisting it clockwise before he finally pulled the oak door open. The dim light the bulb gave off still made him squint, not use to such light after being tucked away in obscurity.
He knew that they had left; couldn't feel that unmistakable, looming presence. Daisuke trudged down the stairs; slender and fragile hands trailing the sleek, smooth wood of the railing as he went. At the bottom of the steps, he noticed that the door leading outside stood across from him. There were two other doors to his left and his right, and behind him rested a mahogany sofa and matching chairs lined with white wicker. The air around him smelled of cinnamon and burning candles all though there weren't any in his sight.
He stood there, not quite positive for how long but unsure and hesitant on what to do next. He had the option of either A) staying or B) run out the front door and never look back.
"Damnit," He muttered, no particular reason for doing so. Just for the reassuring sound of his voice so the unbearable silence wouldn't drive him insane.
He strode up to the door without a second thought and swung it open, releasing himself into the night air. Immediately he was seized in a wash of cold, stale air, and he fought back a shiver. The cinnamon haired boy sighed softly, taking a small, sharp glance around him. The atmosphere around him felt off--wrong, almost. He didn't know why, but he had a good feeling that something wasn't right.
He left the large porch of the house, cutting across the grasses that need a good mowing, and onto the gravel road. Even though the town was a large way from here, he could clearly make out the large figure of fire quickly spreading. Odaiba was in flames. He choked back a cry, stumbling backwards as his stomach twisted sickly. With brown, teary eyes, Daisuke saw as three forms made their way from the burning town back towards the house.
"Y-you," The boy stuttered as they finally approached him, not surprised to see him. "You...did this?"
"And that shocks you?" Taichi tilted a slender, arched eyebrow. "Well, you shouldn't be. Soon the rest of the world will be like this."
Daisuke swayed on his feet, suddenly feeling very faint. "Why--how?"
Yamato brushed a lock of blond hair that had fallen near his piercing blue eyes. "We're not the only vampires in this world," He said softly, almost whispering. "It'll be just like it use to be before humans started polluting the earth...so dead."
"And that's a *good* thing?" The other bit out, pushing aside the feeling of sickness. "You sick fuck! Do you realize how many people you're killing?! Not even I would think that you, Yamato, would do something as heartless as this." He paused. "Oh, but of course. It's not like you felt anything in the first place."
"We have to," Takeru snapped. "It's not like we have a choice. We've been distinctly ordered to destroy the rest of human kind. That's the only way we can complete what we need to do."
"This is an order you shouldn't take and you fucking know it!" Daisuke screamed, hands balling into fists at his sides.
Before he could acknowledge what was happening, he was sprawled across the ground, hissing in pain as the sharp gravel cut through his shirt and scraped his back. Taichi glared down at him, Yamato holding tightly to his arm so he wouldn't do anything damaging to the younger boys' face.
"Do we, Daisuke?" The brunette hissed, eyes narrowed into slits. "It's not like we have any remorse for any of this. You--your fucking *kind* had it coming. They deserved it, you're just lucky that Yamato is so fond of you or else I would've killed you a long time ago." Yamato's grip tightened on his arm and the other back off slowly.
Even though his mind was glazed with pain, he managed to speak, shakily, "What do you mean we had it coming? We didn't do anything to you."
"You don't know anything about what the humans did to us," Taichi backed away even farther, going behind Takeru. "I watched as they slaughtered my parents and the rest of my village mercilessly. Yamato and Takeru watched as his village collapsed down with the burning house they were locked in. All because of what? You, my idiot friend, you."
Yamato looked down, releasing his grip on Taichi's arm. When he looked up again his face was blank and he nodded towards a dark green jeep that rested beside the house, "Go to the car." He murmured quietly to the two.
Takeru obliged quickly, dragging off an unwilling and upset Taichi. The blond looked towards the sky, feeling the beginning drizzle of rain on his face, before he looked back down at the unusually quiet Daisuke. It was probably because of Taichi, Yamato figured. After minutes of silence, the rain increased heavily, soaking both of them quickly but Daisuke still made no move to stand up.
"Come on," Yamato finally spoke, "Get in the car."
He still laid there, propped up by his elbows, looking down and seeming to be infatuated with his faded, ragged jeans. Didn't move.
"Dai," He tried again, more firmly. "Get in the car."
Still no movement.
"Dai?"
No answer.
"Dai, get in the car."
Nothing.
"Daisuke," He started, frustrated and angry now as the rain kept coming harder and harder as the time passed, "Daisuke?"
In a swift, quick motion, Yamato was leaning over him dangerously, fingers encircling around Daisuke's wrist as he ground out the words, "Get. In. The. Fucking. CAR!"
A small moment passed between the two before the other came to a stand, yanking his arm loose from the blond vampire's grip. Yamato waited for Daisuke to head off first before he followed silently behind him, leaving a trail of ominous darkness behind him. He watched as the younger boy slid into the passenger seat, slamming the door and wincing in the process. Resisting the urge to kick the car, he got in and backed away onto the road, driving off into the hazy and unwelcoming night.
*****
Yamato's hand, Daisuke noted, was tightly gripping the steering wheel, while the other one rested calmly on top of it, a cigarette dangling from between his index and pointer fingers. No one had said a word for the past hour, and all though it was probably the wisest thing to do, he had never enjoyed silence. Even with the constant pattering of the rain against the windshield and hood of the car wasn't helping him much. But he supposed socially *interacting* with Takeru, Yamato or Taichi wouldn't be the smartest idea.
They were getting close to entering Tokyo, and Daisuke had a queasy feeling that the city was probably in ruins. That's what they had said. That they were slowly destroying all the city and towns until nothing but vampires littered the world. And then what? He remembered Takeru mentioning something about how they needed to do this to finish something. He didn't know what that something was, and didn't particularly want to in the first place. He didn't understand the concept of ridding the world of the human race when they were only going to end up destroying it in the end.
Daisuke leaned his head against the cool windowpane of the car, closing his eyes. He drew his legs up towards his chest, feet digging into the soft cushion of the car seat. He shivered in spite of himself, removing his head from the window to place his forehead on his knees. Moments later, he felt a feather light caress on his neck. The touch had the feel of rough leather to it, so he supposed that Yamato must have had gloves on.
Grudgingly, he tried to move away from the touch, but the blond vampire slid his hand down to his shoulder and whispered quietly. "Don't."
Daisuke held still, but he went extremely rigid, eyeing the door handle precariously. An idea sprang to his mind, and he weighed it carefully, trying to decide if it would work or not. He might get a few scratches, but he figured it should work. He glanced at the blond vampire from the corner of his eyes, whom had his attention clearly focused on the road. His hand was still on his shoulder, but that shouldn't be a problem. All he had to do was slide out of the car...he just hoped Taichi or Takeru wouldn't catch what he was trying to do.
Before he could change his mind, Daisuke's hand rested on the door handle and opened the door. The howling wind flung it backwards, and the boy fell from the car, rolling across the lone, dead highway. He ignores the spasms of sharp pain that slash through him, hearing the jeep slamming to a stop. Jumping to his feet, he started to run blindly, not caring where he was going, just as long as it was away from them. He felt the texture beneath his sneakers change from hard to soft, and thought he was probably off the highway and on grass (1).
He knew that Yamato was behind him, he just didn't know how close he was. His questions were answered when he felt someone catch the back of his shirt. Daisuke slipped on the wet, slick grass, falling forwards into the muddy ground face first, dragging Yamato down with him. Despite the cinnamon haired boys' kicking, clawing and screaming, the blond vampire managed to get him turned over. Yamato's hands made an attempt to grab at Daisuke's arms to keep him from flailing around wildly like he was, but failed.
Angrily, the blond backhanded the other across the face, the rings that he wore cut into the darker boys' skin, blood rising from across his cheek and his bottom lip. Daisuke went limp, partly in surprise and partly because he didn't have anymore energy left to fight the other. Yamato panted heavily, wiping blood from his own chin where Daisuke had clawed him.
"You can't go," The blond heaved. "I won't let you."
Tears mixed in with rain, as Daisuke knit his eyebrows together, crying, "What do you fucking *want* from me?"
Something that resembled a smirk found its way to Yamato's face, but his eyes were expressionless. "Just you."
The boy blinked, surprised, and stared at him for a moment. He flinched when he felt Yamato's leather-clad hand stroking softly at the lower part of his stomach through the wet shirt. His belly muscles tightened, and he closed his eyes again, not responding when the other leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting his own blood and sorrowful tears.
End Chapter Seven.
End Notes: Wee! Fun! Okay...review...NOW, damnit! *Pouts*
(1) - I know I'm screwing up the geography of Japan, but just deal with it, okay? Let's just say that Odaiba happened to be connected with the rest of the island. Anyway, my story, my rules.
Ages -
Same as last chapter.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Seven
By SaturnsFirefly
Takeru sighed in relief as Yamato entered the living room swiftly, glad to finally be broken from the silence bestowed upon him. Taichi hadn't been much company; after they gave up on the chess game they eventually lapsed into muteness, not knowing what else to do. Usually, the quiet wouldn't bother him, but for some reason it was taking an affect on him now. The younger blond took a stand, brushing off his slacks and glancing towards his brother.
"What're we-" He was cut off by Yamato.
"We're leaving...again," He answered, voice monotone. "We are leaving Daisuke here, and going back into Odaiba. You know the rest of the plan from there."
"Leaving Daisuke here?" Taichi questioned curiously, "But what if he escapes?"
"'We're leaving," He growled simply and firmly, each word promising death if the other didn't comply.
Warily, the brunette came to a stand, dragging his hands from his pockets to run them through his hair. Takeru silently followed from behind him, not knowing what his brothers' motives were and not really caring at the same time. The three left the huge, dark-bricked house, not even bothering to lock the door behind them.
*****
It felt like the world would never edge it's way from darkness. Felt like it had kicked light out of its life for good and permanently locked itself into a reality of blackness. Daisuke rubbed his knee anxiously, rocking back and forth in the bathroom, biting down roughly on his lip. He tasted the coppery, bitter taste of his own blood on his tongue but didn't pay any attention to it, thoughts elsewhere.
The boy pressed a hand against his aching head, trying his best to cradle and tend to it. His wrist was still bleeding, but it would stop...it always did. It wasn't like it was going to make much of a difference if it didn't anyway. If he died, he died. Just one less fucked up human being on this pitiful, dying planet. Its not like anyone would notice in the first place. Yamato would, but he wouldn't care. Might be a little disappointed that his *toy* had to depart, but nothing more than that.
Reluctantly the boy moved from his position on the rug that rested on the tiled floor of the bathroom. He pushed himself up, dizzying himself as he did so and placing his hand on the sink for support. He fumbled for the doorknob in the dark, hand skimming over it and twisting it clockwise before he finally pulled the oak door open. The dim light the bulb gave off still made him squint, not use to such light after being tucked away in obscurity.
He knew that they had left; couldn't feel that unmistakable, looming presence. Daisuke trudged down the stairs; slender and fragile hands trailing the sleek, smooth wood of the railing as he went. At the bottom of the steps, he noticed that the door leading outside stood across from him. There were two other doors to his left and his right, and behind him rested a mahogany sofa and matching chairs lined with white wicker. The air around him smelled of cinnamon and burning candles all though there weren't any in his sight.
He stood there, not quite positive for how long but unsure and hesitant on what to do next. He had the option of either A) staying or B) run out the front door and never look back.
"Damnit," He muttered, no particular reason for doing so. Just for the reassuring sound of his voice so the unbearable silence wouldn't drive him insane.
He strode up to the door without a second thought and swung it open, releasing himself into the night air. Immediately he was seized in a wash of cold, stale air, and he fought back a shiver. The cinnamon haired boy sighed softly, taking a small, sharp glance around him. The atmosphere around him felt off--wrong, almost. He didn't know why, but he had a good feeling that something wasn't right.
He left the large porch of the house, cutting across the grasses that need a good mowing, and onto the gravel road. Even though the town was a large way from here, he could clearly make out the large figure of fire quickly spreading. Odaiba was in flames. He choked back a cry, stumbling backwards as his stomach twisted sickly. With brown, teary eyes, Daisuke saw as three forms made their way from the burning town back towards the house.
"Y-you," The boy stuttered as they finally approached him, not surprised to see him. "You...did this?"
"And that shocks you?" Taichi tilted a slender, arched eyebrow. "Well, you shouldn't be. Soon the rest of the world will be like this."
Daisuke swayed on his feet, suddenly feeling very faint. "Why--how?"
Yamato brushed a lock of blond hair that had fallen near his piercing blue eyes. "We're not the only vampires in this world," He said softly, almost whispering. "It'll be just like it use to be before humans started polluting the earth...so dead."
"And that's a *good* thing?" The other bit out, pushing aside the feeling of sickness. "You sick fuck! Do you realize how many people you're killing?! Not even I would think that you, Yamato, would do something as heartless as this." He paused. "Oh, but of course. It's not like you felt anything in the first place."
"We have to," Takeru snapped. "It's not like we have a choice. We've been distinctly ordered to destroy the rest of human kind. That's the only way we can complete what we need to do."
"This is an order you shouldn't take and you fucking know it!" Daisuke screamed, hands balling into fists at his sides.
Before he could acknowledge what was happening, he was sprawled across the ground, hissing in pain as the sharp gravel cut through his shirt and scraped his back. Taichi glared down at him, Yamato holding tightly to his arm so he wouldn't do anything damaging to the younger boys' face.
"Do we, Daisuke?" The brunette hissed, eyes narrowed into slits. "It's not like we have any remorse for any of this. You--your fucking *kind* had it coming. They deserved it, you're just lucky that Yamato is so fond of you or else I would've killed you a long time ago." Yamato's grip tightened on his arm and the other back off slowly.
Even though his mind was glazed with pain, he managed to speak, shakily, "What do you mean we had it coming? We didn't do anything to you."
"You don't know anything about what the humans did to us," Taichi backed away even farther, going behind Takeru. "I watched as they slaughtered my parents and the rest of my village mercilessly. Yamato and Takeru watched as his village collapsed down with the burning house they were locked in. All because of what? You, my idiot friend, you."
Yamato looked down, releasing his grip on Taichi's arm. When he looked up again his face was blank and he nodded towards a dark green jeep that rested beside the house, "Go to the car." He murmured quietly to the two.
Takeru obliged quickly, dragging off an unwilling and upset Taichi. The blond looked towards the sky, feeling the beginning drizzle of rain on his face, before he looked back down at the unusually quiet Daisuke. It was probably because of Taichi, Yamato figured. After minutes of silence, the rain increased heavily, soaking both of them quickly but Daisuke still made no move to stand up.
"Come on," Yamato finally spoke, "Get in the car."
He still laid there, propped up by his elbows, looking down and seeming to be infatuated with his faded, ragged jeans. Didn't move.
"Dai," He tried again, more firmly. "Get in the car."
Still no movement.
"Dai?"
No answer.
"Dai, get in the car."
Nothing.
"Daisuke," He started, frustrated and angry now as the rain kept coming harder and harder as the time passed, "Daisuke?"
In a swift, quick motion, Yamato was leaning over him dangerously, fingers encircling around Daisuke's wrist as he ground out the words, "Get. In. The. Fucking. CAR!"
A small moment passed between the two before the other came to a stand, yanking his arm loose from the blond vampire's grip. Yamato waited for Daisuke to head off first before he followed silently behind him, leaving a trail of ominous darkness behind him. He watched as the younger boy slid into the passenger seat, slamming the door and wincing in the process. Resisting the urge to kick the car, he got in and backed away onto the road, driving off into the hazy and unwelcoming night.
*****
Yamato's hand, Daisuke noted, was tightly gripping the steering wheel, while the other one rested calmly on top of it, a cigarette dangling from between his index and pointer fingers. No one had said a word for the past hour, and all though it was probably the wisest thing to do, he had never enjoyed silence. Even with the constant pattering of the rain against the windshield and hood of the car wasn't helping him much. But he supposed socially *interacting* with Takeru, Yamato or Taichi wouldn't be the smartest idea.
They were getting close to entering Tokyo, and Daisuke had a queasy feeling that the city was probably in ruins. That's what they had said. That they were slowly destroying all the city and towns until nothing but vampires littered the world. And then what? He remembered Takeru mentioning something about how they needed to do this to finish something. He didn't know what that something was, and didn't particularly want to in the first place. He didn't understand the concept of ridding the world of the human race when they were only going to end up destroying it in the end.
Daisuke leaned his head against the cool windowpane of the car, closing his eyes. He drew his legs up towards his chest, feet digging into the soft cushion of the car seat. He shivered in spite of himself, removing his head from the window to place his forehead on his knees. Moments later, he felt a feather light caress on his neck. The touch had the feel of rough leather to it, so he supposed that Yamato must have had gloves on.
Grudgingly, he tried to move away from the touch, but the blond vampire slid his hand down to his shoulder and whispered quietly. "Don't."
Daisuke held still, but he went extremely rigid, eyeing the door handle precariously. An idea sprang to his mind, and he weighed it carefully, trying to decide if it would work or not. He might get a few scratches, but he figured it should work. He glanced at the blond vampire from the corner of his eyes, whom had his attention clearly focused on the road. His hand was still on his shoulder, but that shouldn't be a problem. All he had to do was slide out of the car...he just hoped Taichi or Takeru wouldn't catch what he was trying to do.
Before he could change his mind, Daisuke's hand rested on the door handle and opened the door. The howling wind flung it backwards, and the boy fell from the car, rolling across the lone, dead highway. He ignores the spasms of sharp pain that slash through him, hearing the jeep slamming to a stop. Jumping to his feet, he started to run blindly, not caring where he was going, just as long as it was away from them. He felt the texture beneath his sneakers change from hard to soft, and thought he was probably off the highway and on grass (1).
He knew that Yamato was behind him, he just didn't know how close he was. His questions were answered when he felt someone catch the back of his shirt. Daisuke slipped on the wet, slick grass, falling forwards into the muddy ground face first, dragging Yamato down with him. Despite the cinnamon haired boys' kicking, clawing and screaming, the blond vampire managed to get him turned over. Yamato's hands made an attempt to grab at Daisuke's arms to keep him from flailing around wildly like he was, but failed.
Angrily, the blond backhanded the other across the face, the rings that he wore cut into the darker boys' skin, blood rising from across his cheek and his bottom lip. Daisuke went limp, partly in surprise and partly because he didn't have anymore energy left to fight the other. Yamato panted heavily, wiping blood from his own chin where Daisuke had clawed him.
"You can't go," The blond heaved. "I won't let you."
Tears mixed in with rain, as Daisuke knit his eyebrows together, crying, "What do you fucking *want* from me?"
Something that resembled a smirk found its way to Yamato's face, but his eyes were expressionless. "Just you."
The boy blinked, surprised, and stared at him for a moment. He flinched when he felt Yamato's leather-clad hand stroking softly at the lower part of his stomach through the wet shirt. His belly muscles tightened, and he closed his eyes again, not responding when the other leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting his own blood and sorrowful tears.
End Chapter Seven.
End Notes: Wee! Fun! Okay...review...NOW, damnit! *Pouts*
(1) - I know I'm screwing up the geography of Japan, but just deal with it, okay? Let's just say that Odaiba happened to be connected with the rest of the island. Anyway, my story, my rules.