Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Down the Edge ( Chapter 10 )
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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: 3 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 227 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 227 | Status: Completed
A.N: Again, I warn you, this is going to have a horribly cruel and twisted ending. I swear. You're going to hate me for the rest of my life. Why must I be so mean? =P God, this story is a bitch to write. It's getting so complicated that even I'M beginning to confuse myself. Oh, and before I forget...this story is going to be MUCH longer now -_-;;. I just got an idea for another funky twist to throw in. I'm so confusing O.o'.
In Response to Reviews -
Ice'is Blue - S'okay. Thank you =).
Dark Goddess - That's because our little Dai is chilling out, and like you said is giving up fighting as he sees it isn't doing any good.
Only two reviews last chapter? ;_; Sucky. Where'd my other readers go? GREEN-SAN! Where are you? *Goes off and cries*
Satan in Satin
Chapter Ten
By Firefly-chan
Daisuke stared at him, face paling at a quick rate. "W--What?"
"You heard him." Koushiro broke in coldly, flicking a piece of hair from his face. "We're going to end the world. You know; reign havoc and chaos upon it before watching it slowly crumble to the ground. It's quite easy to understand..."
"Shut up, Koushiro." Takeru snapped hastily, seeing that the cinnamon haired boy looked as if he were to be sick. "You're not helping."
"Was I trying?" He drawled smoothly, but quieted when he saw the promise of death upon the blonde's features.
Daisuke didn't hear the conversation going on between the two, only intent on staring at the blurred image of Yamato before him. "Why?" He shook his head back and forth violently. "*Why* damnit!?"
"Because of the mortals." Yamato whispered, but his voice was firm and audible. "Because they keep finding their way into our worlds by tears in the dimensions. They have the power to take control over us...they just don't know it. If they ever found out then our whole race would be wiped out."
"But you were already going to kill all of them anyway." The boy protested. "What's the use in taking the world with them?"
"They'll just keep coming back, Daisuke." Taichi spoke up, jaw clenched. "Are you too blind to see that? No matter how many we kill, they'll just keep on coming and coming unless we destroy the world."
"And the antichrist?" He inquired, voice shaking, with rage or sorrow he wasn't sure.
"The antichrist is the main power we are using to destroy the world." Yamato leaned back against the couch, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. "If you kill the antichrist with the Sword of Salvation, then it'll create a powerful force of energy that'll swipe over the world quickly killing everything and everyone. After that is finished then the world will be consumed in darkness and slowly fade away into the rips and tears of space."
"And me, Yamato?" Daisuke asked suddenly after a moment of silence. "What will become of me?"
"You won't be harmed." The blond muttered, face hard. "I'll make sure of it."
"How can that be when I'm the antichrist, or so you all say." The boy jumped to a stand, clenching his teeth together to keep from crying. "Don't lie to me! I am so sick of your endless lies and broken promises! They mean nothing to me--all of you mean nothing to me. You're just cruel and cold hearted with no feelings for anything or anyone! I hate you! I hate you all!"
"You're not the antichrist, damnit! Yamato is!" Taichi shouted angrily, standing up and looming dangerously over Daisuke.
Daisuke blinked; a look of sickness suddenly rocking his features again. "...Yamato." The boy looked down at the blond who was looking away. "But Taichi...you said...you said--"
"I said nothing," Taichi hissed. "What I said means nothing now because what I said was wrong. Maybe we should just leave you to die on this world along with your fucking kind. It's where you belong."
"He will go with you, Taichi." Yamato said loudly, catching the twos' attention. "And you will make sure of it."
Taichi gave him a despaired look but gave in, collapsing back down on the couch. Daisuke, cautiously avoiding Taichi, rested himself back down once more, shock still eating at him. Koushiro gazed quietly at the four for a moment before clearing his throat and speaking again. "To get back on task; Yamato, if you are looking for the sword the only thing I can tell you is that it's not here. It's towards the very tip of Japan, out in the ruins of the country. Somewhere you should find it...but it's not going to be easy."
"Nothing ever comes easily," Yamato said placidly, looking back at Koushiro. "Just give me the directions and we'll be on our way."
Koushiro tapped his fingers against his laptop, lips pursed into a thoughtful stance. "No, that won't do." He hesitated. "But I do have a few people that has actually been to the place that you need to go. They weren't searching for the sword, though, but for something else, I believe."
"Well? Who are they?" Taichi asked impatiently.
"Ryo," Koushiro started slowly, "Ryo Akiyama and Kouji Minamoto(1). They're indeed good fighters and you would find your way around more easily with them than with a map."
Yamato nodded slowly, seeming to contemplate to himself. "Alright, but where can we find these two?"
Koushiro snorted scornfully, "Where can you find them?" He shook his head, chuckling as he dug into his pocket. He came out with a yellow piece of folded paper and flicked it at the blond vampire. "You can find them dancing."
****
The club sat in the middle of town, the center of attention. It had an innocent look to it, more like a country club scene rather than a rave kind. Cars of all sorts were parked in the middle of the streets, in parking lots, or anywhere one could find. The sign for the club stood high besides the large building in glowing yellow lights that read 'Kantori-Kurabu'. Daisuke stared silently at the sign for a bit before sighing and muttering something under his breath that resembled the words, 'Oh, yeah, real creative.'
Daisuke was halted to attention when the Jeep came to a stop after finally finding a parking spot. Without waiting for the other three, he exited the car, and, so Yamato wouldn't be angry, followed behind the tall, blond vampire. He intended to stay behind him, but Yamato's hand shot out and caught his wrist, yanking him to the side of him.
"You could've just asked." Daisuke grumbled, rubbing his wrist.
"But then I'd be out of character," Expecting it to be a joke, the boy looked up only to find the others' blank. He sighed, glancing behind him but couldn't see past Taichi and Takeru so finally he noted that they were heading into the club; Yamato standing off to the side waiting patiently for him to enter. Once he did the blond was right behind him, and the boy could tell by the presence and the cold air radiating from Yamato.
A faint flash ran through Daisuke's head, and faintly remembered Yamato's *warm* arms around him. Warm? Wasn't he supposed to always be bitterly cold? The cinnamon haired boy craned his neck to the side. "Yamato? You were warm...that night when you picked me up from the ground...you were warm."
The blond stared at him with blank eyes. "So?"
"What about your little vampire curse?" The boy inquired, eyes narrowed. "You can choose when you want body heat or not or something?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Daisuke," Yamato muttered, tearing his eyes from him, "It must be apart of being the antichrist." He shrugged. "I remember wishing that one time I could hold you without you cringing away..."(2) He trailed off and Daisuke couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or not since his face remained hard and unemotional but he was surprised at the emotion he was showing. It sounded like he actually *cared* for him.
Taichi managed to push himself in between the two at that moment and turned to the blond. "So, where exactly are we going to find them? This place is huge."
Daisuke, for the first time, looked around the club, jaw practically dropping open in surprise. Taichi was right, it *was* huge. The lights above were tinted a dark blue and light purple, cascading all over the floor with the flying arms and legs. There was a pair of white carpeted stairs leading onto the enormous dance floor. Before the stairs there was a long strip of floor that circled around the dance floor and had tables scattered on it. The bar was towards the back, and a lot of people were sitting at it. Streamers of all colors hung from the ceiling and there was quite a lot towards the left corner where the DJ was sitting.
"Ask someone." He answered, scanning the club with dead eyes.
Taichi stood still for a moment before scowling and brushing past the two towards the bar to, what Daisuke presumed, ask someone where Ryo and Kouji were. Taichi reappeared rather quickly and, once again, turning his back on the goggled boy to face the blond. Taichi was pointing towards the bar and murmuring something to the other. Yamato nodded, eyes scanning the room before stopping and resting there for a long pause.
Without saying anything, Yamato and Taichi started for the bar, dwelling into the crowd. He heard Takeru let out a soft sigh before circling his fingers around Daisuke's arm and pulling him along. Daisuke grumbled, huffily pulling his arm from the strong grip and following the blond silently. It was hard to keep Takeru in view with all the bodies that were constantly pushing and shoving him. But he managed to weave his way from the mass of people and arise to the bar.
The three vampires had halted at the foot of the steps, waiting impatiently for him to make his entrance beside them. Daisuke appeared moments later, mumbling about how the club was too crowded. Yamato ignored him, looking directly at two young men huddled together, snickering about something.
"Are you two Ryo and Kouji?" He asked calmly.
Two pairs of eyes blinked up at him. A young man with spiked brown hair kind of shook his head, looking confused for a moment before coming to a stand. "Yeah. I'm Ryo," He jabbed his thumb behind him to a black haired boy. "He's Kouji." He looked the blond over, eyebrow tilted upwards. "Why?"
"We need your help." Taichi responded quickly, poking his head over Yamato's shoulder.
"Our help?" Kouji leaned back in his chair, the beginning of a smirk pulling at his lips. He set his gaze to Yamato. "What with, pretty boy?"
Yamato gave him a cold, pointed look and spoke loudly, "We need you to help us find the Sword of Salvation."
Ryo, whom had been taking a sip of his drink, choked, putting a hand on his chest. "W-What?"
"The Sword of Salvation." Taichi drew out slowly, eyes narrowing sharply.
Kouji stood up rather quickly, taking a step ahead of Ryo, his face going unreasonably expressionless. He spoke then, voice dangerously low, "We can't help you."
Taichi sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead and turned around to talk to Takeru. Daisuke fiddled nervously, glancing over to Yamato who still had a blank look on his face. The blond kept staring at him, not breaking the gaze to even blink. "And why not?"
"Mainly because we don't know what this 'Sword of Salvation' is." Ryo said softly, looking down at the plastic glass in his hands.
"You're lying." Yamato responded simply.
"I don't lie." Kouji growled.
"Then why are you getting so upset?" Yamato flipped a piece of blond hair from his eyes. "If you're not lying then there shouldn't be anything to get upset about, right?" Kouji glared at him coolly, arms folding across his chest but he said nothing in response.
Yamato was about to advance on the shorter, black-haired boy but Daisuke's hand on his arm stopped him. "Let's just go, Yamato," He murmured softly, raising his eyes from the ground to meet icy blue ones. "They don't know anything."
As if on cue, Kouji and Ryo looked at the cinnamon haired boy, noticing him for the first time. Ryo blinked several times, staring inquisitively at the boy whilst his companion gazed blankly at him for a moment before looking back at Yamato. The blond vampire tilted a slender eyebrow, questioning silently.
Kouji eyed him for a few more seconds before slumping, defeated, and falling back into his chair again. "What do you want with the Sword of Salvation?"
"We need it to destroy the antichrist." Yamato answered bluntly, leaning onto the railing behind him, nimble fingers wrapping around Daisuke's wrist suddenly.
Ryo's face hardened, and the quizzical expression was replaced with a dark one. "You know who the antichrist is?"
"Depends on if you know where the sword is." Taichi remarked, shooting a glance to the brown haired boy over his shoulder.
Kouji and Ryo exchanged short glances. Kouji drew out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. "All right. We'll tell you what you want to know."
"We will?" Ryo laughed sheepishly when Kouji gave him a hard look. "Ano..." (3)
Yamato nodded curtly, turning his head slightly to catch Taichi's gaze. "Take Daisuke somewhere else. He doesn't need to hear this." He nodded to his fidgeting brother. "Takeru, you go with them."
"What!?" Daisuke gaped at Yamato, clearly unhappy with the situation. "You can't just order me to go anywhere you please! I can stay if I want to!"
"You're too young."
The words hit him like a pile of bricks. Daisuke's already opened mouth dropped even farther, and silent laughter found it's way from it. "Too young? Too young!?" He glared daggers at the blonde vampire, not even noticing as Taichi locked his hands around his arms and began to pull him away from the group. "You think about that the next time you shove me against a wall and start ravaging me, okay? You think about how I'm too *young*." Before the cinnamon haired boy could get a response from the other he was too far away from him to hear him.
Taichi rolled his eyes at the goggled boy, turning away. "You know he didn't mean it like that. He just loves seeing you get angry."
"He didn't," Daisuke bristled, folding slender arms over his chest. "And that's the sick part of it..."
"You're too easily offended, Daisuke," Takeru broke in softly, brushing a strand of blonde hair from his eyes.
Daisuke said nothing in response, sinking into a chair, and glowering to himself. Taichi sighed, shaking his head at the younger boy and took a seat at the table as well, indicating for Takeru to do the same. The three were silent for a moment before Taichi finally broke it, flashing a deck of cards at the two.
"I guess this would be a bad time to ask if anyone wanted to play cards."
End Chapter Ten.
End notes: -_-;;;;;;;; Yet another horrible attempt at humor from me. Sorry if you were tortured by listening to that. As you can tell I'm not really good at the whole humor thing. *Shrugs* Ah, well. Back to my original plan of angsty-flufflyness! Review, please! ^.^ I need my inspiration.
1: And just when you thought I couldn't twist it any more there I go... Oh, will it ever stop? And if you've never heard of Digimon Frontier then it's probably cause it hasn't been an America yet. I've only read the Japanese script to it and I haven't seen the actual season. Ryo is around the age of 16, by the way. Same with Kouji.
2: Oh, that is SO utterly corny. *Hits head repeatedly against the wall* Bad, bad Firefly-chan! Bad!
3: *Ducks flying banana's* I'm sorry, but every time I see Ryo I think "DUMBASS!" but that doesn't mean I love him any less ^.^. I just wanted to make him a bit naive. *Watches as Master-san begins after her with an evil glint in his eye* Eh...
In Response to Reviews -
Ice'is Blue - S'okay. Thank you =).
Dark Goddess - That's because our little Dai is chilling out, and like you said is giving up fighting as he sees it isn't doing any good.
Only two reviews last chapter? ;_; Sucky. Where'd my other readers go? GREEN-SAN! Where are you? *Goes off and cries*
Satan in Satin
Chapter Ten
By Firefly-chan
Daisuke stared at him, face paling at a quick rate. "W--What?"
"You heard him." Koushiro broke in coldly, flicking a piece of hair from his face. "We're going to end the world. You know; reign havoc and chaos upon it before watching it slowly crumble to the ground. It's quite easy to understand..."
"Shut up, Koushiro." Takeru snapped hastily, seeing that the cinnamon haired boy looked as if he were to be sick. "You're not helping."
"Was I trying?" He drawled smoothly, but quieted when he saw the promise of death upon the blonde's features.
Daisuke didn't hear the conversation going on between the two, only intent on staring at the blurred image of Yamato before him. "Why?" He shook his head back and forth violently. "*Why* damnit!?"
"Because of the mortals." Yamato whispered, but his voice was firm and audible. "Because they keep finding their way into our worlds by tears in the dimensions. They have the power to take control over us...they just don't know it. If they ever found out then our whole race would be wiped out."
"But you were already going to kill all of them anyway." The boy protested. "What's the use in taking the world with them?"
"They'll just keep coming back, Daisuke." Taichi spoke up, jaw clenched. "Are you too blind to see that? No matter how many we kill, they'll just keep on coming and coming unless we destroy the world."
"And the antichrist?" He inquired, voice shaking, with rage or sorrow he wasn't sure.
"The antichrist is the main power we are using to destroy the world." Yamato leaned back against the couch, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. "If you kill the antichrist with the Sword of Salvation, then it'll create a powerful force of energy that'll swipe over the world quickly killing everything and everyone. After that is finished then the world will be consumed in darkness and slowly fade away into the rips and tears of space."
"And me, Yamato?" Daisuke asked suddenly after a moment of silence. "What will become of me?"
"You won't be harmed." The blond muttered, face hard. "I'll make sure of it."
"How can that be when I'm the antichrist, or so you all say." The boy jumped to a stand, clenching his teeth together to keep from crying. "Don't lie to me! I am so sick of your endless lies and broken promises! They mean nothing to me--all of you mean nothing to me. You're just cruel and cold hearted with no feelings for anything or anyone! I hate you! I hate you all!"
"You're not the antichrist, damnit! Yamato is!" Taichi shouted angrily, standing up and looming dangerously over Daisuke.
Daisuke blinked; a look of sickness suddenly rocking his features again. "...Yamato." The boy looked down at the blond who was looking away. "But Taichi...you said...you said--"
"I said nothing," Taichi hissed. "What I said means nothing now because what I said was wrong. Maybe we should just leave you to die on this world along with your fucking kind. It's where you belong."
"He will go with you, Taichi." Yamato said loudly, catching the twos' attention. "And you will make sure of it."
Taichi gave him a despaired look but gave in, collapsing back down on the couch. Daisuke, cautiously avoiding Taichi, rested himself back down once more, shock still eating at him. Koushiro gazed quietly at the four for a moment before clearing his throat and speaking again. "To get back on task; Yamato, if you are looking for the sword the only thing I can tell you is that it's not here. It's towards the very tip of Japan, out in the ruins of the country. Somewhere you should find it...but it's not going to be easy."
"Nothing ever comes easily," Yamato said placidly, looking back at Koushiro. "Just give me the directions and we'll be on our way."
Koushiro tapped his fingers against his laptop, lips pursed into a thoughtful stance. "No, that won't do." He hesitated. "But I do have a few people that has actually been to the place that you need to go. They weren't searching for the sword, though, but for something else, I believe."
"Well? Who are they?" Taichi asked impatiently.
"Ryo," Koushiro started slowly, "Ryo Akiyama and Kouji Minamoto(1). They're indeed good fighters and you would find your way around more easily with them than with a map."
Yamato nodded slowly, seeming to contemplate to himself. "Alright, but where can we find these two?"
Koushiro snorted scornfully, "Where can you find them?" He shook his head, chuckling as he dug into his pocket. He came out with a yellow piece of folded paper and flicked it at the blond vampire. "You can find them dancing."
****
The club sat in the middle of town, the center of attention. It had an innocent look to it, more like a country club scene rather than a rave kind. Cars of all sorts were parked in the middle of the streets, in parking lots, or anywhere one could find. The sign for the club stood high besides the large building in glowing yellow lights that read 'Kantori-Kurabu'. Daisuke stared silently at the sign for a bit before sighing and muttering something under his breath that resembled the words, 'Oh, yeah, real creative.'
Daisuke was halted to attention when the Jeep came to a stop after finally finding a parking spot. Without waiting for the other three, he exited the car, and, so Yamato wouldn't be angry, followed behind the tall, blond vampire. He intended to stay behind him, but Yamato's hand shot out and caught his wrist, yanking him to the side of him.
"You could've just asked." Daisuke grumbled, rubbing his wrist.
"But then I'd be out of character," Expecting it to be a joke, the boy looked up only to find the others' blank. He sighed, glancing behind him but couldn't see past Taichi and Takeru so finally he noted that they were heading into the club; Yamato standing off to the side waiting patiently for him to enter. Once he did the blond was right behind him, and the boy could tell by the presence and the cold air radiating from Yamato.
A faint flash ran through Daisuke's head, and faintly remembered Yamato's *warm* arms around him. Warm? Wasn't he supposed to always be bitterly cold? The cinnamon haired boy craned his neck to the side. "Yamato? You were warm...that night when you picked me up from the ground...you were warm."
The blond stared at him with blank eyes. "So?"
"What about your little vampire curse?" The boy inquired, eyes narrowed. "You can choose when you want body heat or not or something?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Daisuke," Yamato muttered, tearing his eyes from him, "It must be apart of being the antichrist." He shrugged. "I remember wishing that one time I could hold you without you cringing away..."(2) He trailed off and Daisuke couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or not since his face remained hard and unemotional but he was surprised at the emotion he was showing. It sounded like he actually *cared* for him.
Taichi managed to push himself in between the two at that moment and turned to the blond. "So, where exactly are we going to find them? This place is huge."
Daisuke, for the first time, looked around the club, jaw practically dropping open in surprise. Taichi was right, it *was* huge. The lights above were tinted a dark blue and light purple, cascading all over the floor with the flying arms and legs. There was a pair of white carpeted stairs leading onto the enormous dance floor. Before the stairs there was a long strip of floor that circled around the dance floor and had tables scattered on it. The bar was towards the back, and a lot of people were sitting at it. Streamers of all colors hung from the ceiling and there was quite a lot towards the left corner where the DJ was sitting.
"Ask someone." He answered, scanning the club with dead eyes.
Taichi stood still for a moment before scowling and brushing past the two towards the bar to, what Daisuke presumed, ask someone where Ryo and Kouji were. Taichi reappeared rather quickly and, once again, turning his back on the goggled boy to face the blond. Taichi was pointing towards the bar and murmuring something to the other. Yamato nodded, eyes scanning the room before stopping and resting there for a long pause.
Without saying anything, Yamato and Taichi started for the bar, dwelling into the crowd. He heard Takeru let out a soft sigh before circling his fingers around Daisuke's arm and pulling him along. Daisuke grumbled, huffily pulling his arm from the strong grip and following the blond silently. It was hard to keep Takeru in view with all the bodies that were constantly pushing and shoving him. But he managed to weave his way from the mass of people and arise to the bar.
The three vampires had halted at the foot of the steps, waiting impatiently for him to make his entrance beside them. Daisuke appeared moments later, mumbling about how the club was too crowded. Yamato ignored him, looking directly at two young men huddled together, snickering about something.
"Are you two Ryo and Kouji?" He asked calmly.
Two pairs of eyes blinked up at him. A young man with spiked brown hair kind of shook his head, looking confused for a moment before coming to a stand. "Yeah. I'm Ryo," He jabbed his thumb behind him to a black haired boy. "He's Kouji." He looked the blond over, eyebrow tilted upwards. "Why?"
"We need your help." Taichi responded quickly, poking his head over Yamato's shoulder.
"Our help?" Kouji leaned back in his chair, the beginning of a smirk pulling at his lips. He set his gaze to Yamato. "What with, pretty boy?"
Yamato gave him a cold, pointed look and spoke loudly, "We need you to help us find the Sword of Salvation."
Ryo, whom had been taking a sip of his drink, choked, putting a hand on his chest. "W-What?"
"The Sword of Salvation." Taichi drew out slowly, eyes narrowing sharply.
Kouji stood up rather quickly, taking a step ahead of Ryo, his face going unreasonably expressionless. He spoke then, voice dangerously low, "We can't help you."
Taichi sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead and turned around to talk to Takeru. Daisuke fiddled nervously, glancing over to Yamato who still had a blank look on his face. The blond kept staring at him, not breaking the gaze to even blink. "And why not?"
"Mainly because we don't know what this 'Sword of Salvation' is." Ryo said softly, looking down at the plastic glass in his hands.
"You're lying." Yamato responded simply.
"I don't lie." Kouji growled.
"Then why are you getting so upset?" Yamato flipped a piece of blond hair from his eyes. "If you're not lying then there shouldn't be anything to get upset about, right?" Kouji glared at him coolly, arms folding across his chest but he said nothing in response.
Yamato was about to advance on the shorter, black-haired boy but Daisuke's hand on his arm stopped him. "Let's just go, Yamato," He murmured softly, raising his eyes from the ground to meet icy blue ones. "They don't know anything."
As if on cue, Kouji and Ryo looked at the cinnamon haired boy, noticing him for the first time. Ryo blinked several times, staring inquisitively at the boy whilst his companion gazed blankly at him for a moment before looking back at Yamato. The blond vampire tilted a slender eyebrow, questioning silently.
Kouji eyed him for a few more seconds before slumping, defeated, and falling back into his chair again. "What do you want with the Sword of Salvation?"
"We need it to destroy the antichrist." Yamato answered bluntly, leaning onto the railing behind him, nimble fingers wrapping around Daisuke's wrist suddenly.
Ryo's face hardened, and the quizzical expression was replaced with a dark one. "You know who the antichrist is?"
"Depends on if you know where the sword is." Taichi remarked, shooting a glance to the brown haired boy over his shoulder.
Kouji and Ryo exchanged short glances. Kouji drew out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. "All right. We'll tell you what you want to know."
"We will?" Ryo laughed sheepishly when Kouji gave him a hard look. "Ano..." (3)
Yamato nodded curtly, turning his head slightly to catch Taichi's gaze. "Take Daisuke somewhere else. He doesn't need to hear this." He nodded to his fidgeting brother. "Takeru, you go with them."
"What!?" Daisuke gaped at Yamato, clearly unhappy with the situation. "You can't just order me to go anywhere you please! I can stay if I want to!"
"You're too young."
The words hit him like a pile of bricks. Daisuke's already opened mouth dropped even farther, and silent laughter found it's way from it. "Too young? Too young!?" He glared daggers at the blonde vampire, not even noticing as Taichi locked his hands around his arms and began to pull him away from the group. "You think about that the next time you shove me against a wall and start ravaging me, okay? You think about how I'm too *young*." Before the cinnamon haired boy could get a response from the other he was too far away from him to hear him.
Taichi rolled his eyes at the goggled boy, turning away. "You know he didn't mean it like that. He just loves seeing you get angry."
"He didn't," Daisuke bristled, folding slender arms over his chest. "And that's the sick part of it..."
"You're too easily offended, Daisuke," Takeru broke in softly, brushing a strand of blonde hair from his eyes.
Daisuke said nothing in response, sinking into a chair, and glowering to himself. Taichi sighed, shaking his head at the younger boy and took a seat at the table as well, indicating for Takeru to do the same. The three were silent for a moment before Taichi finally broke it, flashing a deck of cards at the two.
"I guess this would be a bad time to ask if anyone wanted to play cards."
End Chapter Ten.
End notes: -_-;;;;;;;; Yet another horrible attempt at humor from me. Sorry if you were tortured by listening to that. As you can tell I'm not really good at the whole humor thing. *Shrugs* Ah, well. Back to my original plan of angsty-flufflyness! Review, please! ^.^ I need my inspiration.
1: And just when you thought I couldn't twist it any more there I go... Oh, will it ever stop? And if you've never heard of Digimon Frontier then it's probably cause it hasn't been an America yet. I've only read the Japanese script to it and I haven't seen the actual season. Ryo is around the age of 16, by the way. Same with Kouji.
2: Oh, that is SO utterly corny. *Hits head repeatedly against the wall* Bad, bad Firefly-chan! Bad!
3: *Ducks flying banana's* I'm sorry, but every time I see Ryo I think "DUMBASS!" but that doesn't mean I love him any less ^.^. I just wanted to make him a bit naive. *Watches as Master-san begins after her with an evil glint in his eye* Eh...