Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Far Away ( Chapter 8 )
[ 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: 237 | 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: 237 | Status: Completed
A.N: Slight crossover in this...but I only did it because I figured the characters' personalities would fit right in with the plot. I'm not going to tell you what anime it is, you'll just have to guess =P. It's very easy, though. By the way, this is story is going to end pretty soon. I know, I know. I said that it was just getting started but I lied. You wouldn't believe how sick I am of this story and how eager I am to get it over with. It'll be around three more chapters and then it's done. Hopefully the chapters will be a bit longer then previous ones, though. Oh, and Cadela-san reviewed me? Somebody pinch me. First Green-san and now this? This is insane...Gah! *Bounces.*
Satan in Satin
Chapter Eight
By SaturnsFirefly
Tokyo was just as Daisuke had envisioned it...well, almost. Unlike Odaiba, the city was completely untouched. The only strange thing was that no sign of human life could be seen through his eyes. All he could see was miles of empty buildings and houses. He shifted in the car seat, wondering if he should question Tokyo's state or not. After a moment he decided it was best not to as none of the vampires had spoken since Yamato brought him back to the car shivering and soaked. Still, the large city was creeping him out...it was silent, not even the wind was blowing.
The cinnamon haired boy was pulled from his train of thought when the car came to a lurching stop. He cursed under his breath when his head bumped against the cold glass of the side door window. After he shot a bitter glare at Yamato, Daisuke turned his attention to where they had stopped. It was a large, old warehouse that looked as if it were going to fall apart if anyone stepped foot in it. He blinked in surprise when he saw several figures move past the window.
'And I was wrong,' He thought, '..again.'
The occupants of the Jeep sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Yamato finally spoke softly, "Get out."
Taichi and Takeru were the first ones to comply, but Daisuke held back for another moment, frowning at the blond. Sighing, he reached for the door handle and made a move to exit the car but Yamato caught him by the wrist. The boy froze, glancing back at the other before murmuring, "If you're worried that'll run off again...don't be. I'm not going to."
"No..." He responded flatly. "It's not that. I just don't want you going in there without the accompaniment of my presence."
"Why?" The cinnamon haired boy teased dryly. "Afraid someone might date-rape me or something?"
Yamato gazed at him, eyes amused but serious at the same time. "Pretty much."
****
The inside of the warehouse stunk of death and was laced with cigarette smoke all over it. Though the room was dimly lighted, he could still make out several forms moving from across the floor. He realized, with a nauseating feeling, that there was several dead bodies sprawled everywhere. A small self-conscious whimper escaped Daisuke's lips and the moment that it did, Yamato's arm tightened around his waist.
Another light flickered on and three figures stood across the room. One had long braided chestnut colored hair and laughing amethyst eyes. The other had a mass of wild brown hair and cold Prussian blue eyes. The last one looked a little more nicer and calmer than the two with neat light blonde hair and warm blue eyes. Daisuke eyed them pointedly, doubting that he should trust the three of them and tried to back away but Yamato held him firmly.
"Yamato," The braided one started, "we've been expecting you." He nodded to Daisuke and the other two neglected vampires. "and your friends."
The blonde boy smiled softly. "Come. Everyone else is downstairs."
The three-bishonen boys disappeared around the corner and Yamato started after them, pulling Daisuke along with him. Taichi and Takeru followed swiftly behind as the blond vampire spoke quietly to his companion, "There will be alot of vampires down there, most of them I don't trust. I want you to be with either Taichi, Takeru or me at all times, okay? Mainly Takeru since Taichi would probably throw you to them in the first place."
The cinnamon haired boy shot him a questioning look but Yamato shook his head. "It's best not to ask. If you find yourself without Takeru or me then huddle in a dark corner and try to look intimidating." An eyebrow shot up at this. "Okay, nevermind."
They moved down a pair of stairs, and Daisuke could make out loud music coming from the room. A moment later they were in a huge room filled with vampires of all sorts and tons of blue light bulbs scattered the ceiling. The brown-eyed boy blinked. It reminded him of the rave, only more full and exciting. He turned his attention back towards Yamato, noting that the braided boy was tugging on the vampires' arm, trying to get him to come with him.
Yamato sighed softly, shoving Daisuke into Takeru's arms. "I'll be back in a little bit. I need to discuss something with Duo."
Figuring that the braided boy was Duo, the blond vampire went off with him, disappearing quickly into the miles of dancing bodies. Takeru stood there for a moment before beginning to lead the shorter boy off to the back of the room, leaving Taichi to mingle with whomever he felt like. The blond took a seat at what appeared to be a card table, gesturing for the other to sit beside him.
"So," Daisuke scratched the back of his head. "what'd we come here for?"
"Discussion of future plans," Takeru muttered, eyes roaming over the room. "Nothing that important."
"Oh." He was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, "What sort of plans?"
The blond shook his head. "Nothing. Just forget it, okay?" His eyes returned to the crowd. "Hmm. That's not good. People are looking at us."
"What? Why?" He questioned but Takeru didn't answer him instead he grabbed Daisuke's arm and pulled him from his seat and onto his lap. "T-Takeru!"
"Shut up," The other hissed in his ear. "The vampires are becoming suspicious. They can obviously feel your human state. I have to do this or they'll no doubt over power me and kill you." His lips trailed down the back of his neck. "Trust me."
Daisuke clamped his mouth shut, clenching his eyes closed painfully. Takeru titled his head to the side, kissing his jaw softly. The blond vampire shifted slightly, and carefully turned the cinnamon haired boy around and captured his mouth heatedly. The kiss burned, but the boy wasn't paying any attention to that, trying to focus his thoughts on saving his own life. Takeru's arms slipped around his waist, pressing him harder against his chest and deepened the kiss. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Takeru pulled away, panting.
"I don't think they're looking anymore," Daisuke murmured, resting his hands carefully on the taller boys' shoulders.
"Yeah," He breathed. "probably not."
Daisuke moved from the blondes' lap and back to his seat. They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the loud yet faraway music and each other's heavy breathing. The moment that the cinnamon haired boy stole a look to Takeru, the taller boy had him pulled up from his chair and pressed him against a wooden beam in the corner of the room. The shorter boy let out a small moan when he faintly felt the blond vampire nibbling at his ear and then his neck and the base of his collar to his shirt.
"Takeru," He groaned, weakly trying to push the hormone-raged boy from him. "we shouldn't. What if Yamato sees?"
"He won't." The blond growled, dropping to his knees and planted a soft kiss on his stomach right above the belt on his jeans. Takeru came back to a stand, sighing softly and kissing the other boy once more before backing off and taking a seat again. Daisuke tilted off to the side, suddenly feeling quite faint. Did this obsession with him run in the family or something? Confusion reigned the boys' mind and he sat down beside the blond vampire, biting down on his bottom lip as he thought.
Takeru's voice pulled him back to reality, "I'm sorry."
"What...what for?" Daisuke let out a shuddering breath, trying his best to appear calm.
Takeru ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head but said nothing. Daisuke sat tensely, watching the crowd with blind eyes, still lost in thought. He barely noticed as Yamato approached them from the back of the room, glowering darkly about something Daisuke dared not ask about.
"We're getting out of here," He announced when he finally reached the two. "I don't trust any of the people here..."
Takeru stood from the chair. "Where are we going to go?"
"I don't really think any of the houses are attended to, Takeru." Yamato snapped, ice lacing his steely words. "Everyone is gone. We'll just find a house and stay there to rest until the morning."
They left as silently as possible, dragging Taichi along, but the vampires and other creatures still turned and watched them leave. Suppressing a shudder, Daisuke was relieved when they were back in the car and driving off. Although he didn't trust Yamato or any of the vampire clan, he still felt a lot safer with him than in that warehouse.
After driving around for about ten minutes they finally found a small house that satisfied them. It was made of brick and looked fairly new and looked as if it belonged to someone rich. Daisuke rolled his eyes. Of course. They could *only* have the best. Inside was just as nice, with newly furnished furniture and several bedrooms. The cinnamon haired boy sighed, content at the warm feeling the house brought him.
"Sleep," Taichi muttered groggily, brushing past him but before he could go anywhere, Daisuke grabbed his arm. "Taichi...can I ask you something?"
"No," He wrenched his arm from the grip, "you can't."
"But I just wanted to know where your sister-" Daisuke was cut off as Taichi entered a room and shut the door soundly. Sighing, he turned to Takeru and Yamato. "Where are we going to sleep?"
"In a bedroom." Takeru responded simply, eyebrows tipped upwards. "Where else?"
"But I thought you could only sleep in coffins...?"
"It's no longer going to get any lighter than it already is." Yamato waved his hand to the window where the night air still hung stiffly. "It's apart of the prophecy and the only way we'll be able to complete our..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Nevermind. Just find a room, preferably a nice one. I'll be in shortly."
Daisuke's heart froze and his breathing seemed to stop all together. He stared blankly at Yamato for a moment, who stared back, before backing away and turning around. Nibbling on his lower lip, the boy found a room at the end of the hall. He stood in the doorframe for a moment or two, studying the room silently. It had a big bed and a wicker chair next to it along with other accessories accenting the room.
Pulling a blankly from the bed and a pillow along with it, the boy made himself comfortable in chair. He sniffed stubbornly. Certainly Yamato didn't expect for him to get into the bed with him...willingly? He stared out the small window across from him, turning his gaze from one star to another before tiredness finally edged its way upon him. Closing his eyes, he snuggled his head deeper into the pillow and fell to sleep.
****
He started when he heard heavy yet light footsteps enter the room. Still hazed with sleep, Daisuke ignored it and tried to tug the blanker further around him before realizing it wasn't there anymore. He grumbled slightly and turned to his side, arm slung over his head. The footsteps stopped shortly from him and he heard a small cluck of the tongue.
"Daisuke?" A breathy whisper disturbed him from sleep again. "Daisuke, what're you doing there?"
"...I'm sleepin'." He muttered. "An' I don't wanna wake up."
"Why on the floor?"
"I'm not on the floor, what're you talkin' bout?" He turned to his other side. "..on the chair..sleepy...*Snort-snore-snort*..."
"You must've fell then." He heard a sigh before he felt himself being lifted up and placed on something soft. Daisuke groaned in protest, muttering on about how he wanted to sleep. "Relax. You don't have to wake up yet." Satisfied, the boy went silent.
He felt a blanket return back on his body, and his shoes being removed from his feet. Shortly afterwards he felt someone climb in bed with him and pull him closer to the other. Daisuke let out a content sigh, his hand wandering to the head of blond hair that belonged to Yamato.
"Good night, Daisuke." It was whispered so softly, but the boy still caught it.
"G'night." The cinnamon haired boy cuddled closer to the warm form.
Before he fell back into a full sleep, the last thing he felt was a feather light kiss skimming the top of his head.
End Chapter Eight.
End Notes: Well, about time, eh? Sorry this took so long to get out but I had to erase some of it since it didn't fit with the plot. Okay, review now or I shall be very upset =D.
Satan in Satin
Chapter Eight
By SaturnsFirefly
Tokyo was just as Daisuke had envisioned it...well, almost. Unlike Odaiba, the city was completely untouched. The only strange thing was that no sign of human life could be seen through his eyes. All he could see was miles of empty buildings and houses. He shifted in the car seat, wondering if he should question Tokyo's state or not. After a moment he decided it was best not to as none of the vampires had spoken since Yamato brought him back to the car shivering and soaked. Still, the large city was creeping him out...it was silent, not even the wind was blowing.
The cinnamon haired boy was pulled from his train of thought when the car came to a lurching stop. He cursed under his breath when his head bumped against the cold glass of the side door window. After he shot a bitter glare at Yamato, Daisuke turned his attention to where they had stopped. It was a large, old warehouse that looked as if it were going to fall apart if anyone stepped foot in it. He blinked in surprise when he saw several figures move past the window.
'And I was wrong,' He thought, '..again.'
The occupants of the Jeep sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Yamato finally spoke softly, "Get out."
Taichi and Takeru were the first ones to comply, but Daisuke held back for another moment, frowning at the blond. Sighing, he reached for the door handle and made a move to exit the car but Yamato caught him by the wrist. The boy froze, glancing back at the other before murmuring, "If you're worried that'll run off again...don't be. I'm not going to."
"No..." He responded flatly. "It's not that. I just don't want you going in there without the accompaniment of my presence."
"Why?" The cinnamon haired boy teased dryly. "Afraid someone might date-rape me or something?"
Yamato gazed at him, eyes amused but serious at the same time. "Pretty much."
****
The inside of the warehouse stunk of death and was laced with cigarette smoke all over it. Though the room was dimly lighted, he could still make out several forms moving from across the floor. He realized, with a nauseating feeling, that there was several dead bodies sprawled everywhere. A small self-conscious whimper escaped Daisuke's lips and the moment that it did, Yamato's arm tightened around his waist.
Another light flickered on and three figures stood across the room. One had long braided chestnut colored hair and laughing amethyst eyes. The other had a mass of wild brown hair and cold Prussian blue eyes. The last one looked a little more nicer and calmer than the two with neat light blonde hair and warm blue eyes. Daisuke eyed them pointedly, doubting that he should trust the three of them and tried to back away but Yamato held him firmly.
"Yamato," The braided one started, "we've been expecting you." He nodded to Daisuke and the other two neglected vampires. "and your friends."
The blonde boy smiled softly. "Come. Everyone else is downstairs."
The three-bishonen boys disappeared around the corner and Yamato started after them, pulling Daisuke along with him. Taichi and Takeru followed swiftly behind as the blond vampire spoke quietly to his companion, "There will be alot of vampires down there, most of them I don't trust. I want you to be with either Taichi, Takeru or me at all times, okay? Mainly Takeru since Taichi would probably throw you to them in the first place."
The cinnamon haired boy shot him a questioning look but Yamato shook his head. "It's best not to ask. If you find yourself without Takeru or me then huddle in a dark corner and try to look intimidating." An eyebrow shot up at this. "Okay, nevermind."
They moved down a pair of stairs, and Daisuke could make out loud music coming from the room. A moment later they were in a huge room filled with vampires of all sorts and tons of blue light bulbs scattered the ceiling. The brown-eyed boy blinked. It reminded him of the rave, only more full and exciting. He turned his attention back towards Yamato, noting that the braided boy was tugging on the vampires' arm, trying to get him to come with him.
Yamato sighed softly, shoving Daisuke into Takeru's arms. "I'll be back in a little bit. I need to discuss something with Duo."
Figuring that the braided boy was Duo, the blond vampire went off with him, disappearing quickly into the miles of dancing bodies. Takeru stood there for a moment before beginning to lead the shorter boy off to the back of the room, leaving Taichi to mingle with whomever he felt like. The blond took a seat at what appeared to be a card table, gesturing for the other to sit beside him.
"So," Daisuke scratched the back of his head. "what'd we come here for?"
"Discussion of future plans," Takeru muttered, eyes roaming over the room. "Nothing that important."
"Oh." He was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, "What sort of plans?"
The blond shook his head. "Nothing. Just forget it, okay?" His eyes returned to the crowd. "Hmm. That's not good. People are looking at us."
"What? Why?" He questioned but Takeru didn't answer him instead he grabbed Daisuke's arm and pulled him from his seat and onto his lap. "T-Takeru!"
"Shut up," The other hissed in his ear. "The vampires are becoming suspicious. They can obviously feel your human state. I have to do this or they'll no doubt over power me and kill you." His lips trailed down the back of his neck. "Trust me."
Daisuke clamped his mouth shut, clenching his eyes closed painfully. Takeru titled his head to the side, kissing his jaw softly. The blond vampire shifted slightly, and carefully turned the cinnamon haired boy around and captured his mouth heatedly. The kiss burned, but the boy wasn't paying any attention to that, trying to focus his thoughts on saving his own life. Takeru's arms slipped around his waist, pressing him harder against his chest and deepened the kiss. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Takeru pulled away, panting.
"I don't think they're looking anymore," Daisuke murmured, resting his hands carefully on the taller boys' shoulders.
"Yeah," He breathed. "probably not."
Daisuke moved from the blondes' lap and back to his seat. They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the loud yet faraway music and each other's heavy breathing. The moment that the cinnamon haired boy stole a look to Takeru, the taller boy had him pulled up from his chair and pressed him against a wooden beam in the corner of the room. The shorter boy let out a small moan when he faintly felt the blond vampire nibbling at his ear and then his neck and the base of his collar to his shirt.
"Takeru," He groaned, weakly trying to push the hormone-raged boy from him. "we shouldn't. What if Yamato sees?"
"He won't." The blond growled, dropping to his knees and planted a soft kiss on his stomach right above the belt on his jeans. Takeru came back to a stand, sighing softly and kissing the other boy once more before backing off and taking a seat again. Daisuke tilted off to the side, suddenly feeling quite faint. Did this obsession with him run in the family or something? Confusion reigned the boys' mind and he sat down beside the blond vampire, biting down on his bottom lip as he thought.
Takeru's voice pulled him back to reality, "I'm sorry."
"What...what for?" Daisuke let out a shuddering breath, trying his best to appear calm.
Takeru ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head but said nothing. Daisuke sat tensely, watching the crowd with blind eyes, still lost in thought. He barely noticed as Yamato approached them from the back of the room, glowering darkly about something Daisuke dared not ask about.
"We're getting out of here," He announced when he finally reached the two. "I don't trust any of the people here..."
Takeru stood from the chair. "Where are we going to go?"
"I don't really think any of the houses are attended to, Takeru." Yamato snapped, ice lacing his steely words. "Everyone is gone. We'll just find a house and stay there to rest until the morning."
They left as silently as possible, dragging Taichi along, but the vampires and other creatures still turned and watched them leave. Suppressing a shudder, Daisuke was relieved when they were back in the car and driving off. Although he didn't trust Yamato or any of the vampire clan, he still felt a lot safer with him than in that warehouse.
After driving around for about ten minutes they finally found a small house that satisfied them. It was made of brick and looked fairly new and looked as if it belonged to someone rich. Daisuke rolled his eyes. Of course. They could *only* have the best. Inside was just as nice, with newly furnished furniture and several bedrooms. The cinnamon haired boy sighed, content at the warm feeling the house brought him.
"Sleep," Taichi muttered groggily, brushing past him but before he could go anywhere, Daisuke grabbed his arm. "Taichi...can I ask you something?"
"No," He wrenched his arm from the grip, "you can't."
"But I just wanted to know where your sister-" Daisuke was cut off as Taichi entered a room and shut the door soundly. Sighing, he turned to Takeru and Yamato. "Where are we going to sleep?"
"In a bedroom." Takeru responded simply, eyebrows tipped upwards. "Where else?"
"But I thought you could only sleep in coffins...?"
"It's no longer going to get any lighter than it already is." Yamato waved his hand to the window where the night air still hung stiffly. "It's apart of the prophecy and the only way we'll be able to complete our..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Nevermind. Just find a room, preferably a nice one. I'll be in shortly."
Daisuke's heart froze and his breathing seemed to stop all together. He stared blankly at Yamato for a moment, who stared back, before backing away and turning around. Nibbling on his lower lip, the boy found a room at the end of the hall. He stood in the doorframe for a moment or two, studying the room silently. It had a big bed and a wicker chair next to it along with other accessories accenting the room.
Pulling a blankly from the bed and a pillow along with it, the boy made himself comfortable in chair. He sniffed stubbornly. Certainly Yamato didn't expect for him to get into the bed with him...willingly? He stared out the small window across from him, turning his gaze from one star to another before tiredness finally edged its way upon him. Closing his eyes, he snuggled his head deeper into the pillow and fell to sleep.
****
He started when he heard heavy yet light footsteps enter the room. Still hazed with sleep, Daisuke ignored it and tried to tug the blanker further around him before realizing it wasn't there anymore. He grumbled slightly and turned to his side, arm slung over his head. The footsteps stopped shortly from him and he heard a small cluck of the tongue.
"Daisuke?" A breathy whisper disturbed him from sleep again. "Daisuke, what're you doing there?"
"...I'm sleepin'." He muttered. "An' I don't wanna wake up."
"Why on the floor?"
"I'm not on the floor, what're you talkin' bout?" He turned to his other side. "..on the chair..sleepy...*Snort-snore-snort*..."
"You must've fell then." He heard a sigh before he felt himself being lifted up and placed on something soft. Daisuke groaned in protest, muttering on about how he wanted to sleep. "Relax. You don't have to wake up yet." Satisfied, the boy went silent.
He felt a blanket return back on his body, and his shoes being removed from his feet. Shortly afterwards he felt someone climb in bed with him and pull him closer to the other. Daisuke let out a content sigh, his hand wandering to the head of blond hair that belonged to Yamato.
"Good night, Daisuke." It was whispered so softly, but the boy still caught it.
"G'night." The cinnamon haired boy cuddled closer to the warm form.
Before he fell back into a full sleep, the last thing he felt was a feather light kiss skimming the top of his head.
End Chapter Eight.
End Notes: Well, about time, eh? Sorry this took so long to get out but I had to erase some of it since it didn't fit with the plot. Okay, review now or I shall be very upset =D.