Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Obession of the Unreachable ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A.N: Lalalala. We are getting closer to the end. Not quite there yet, but closer. We still have a ways to go but y'know. Life goes on.
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Satan in Satin
Chapter Twelve
By Firefly-chan

(Daisuke's POV)

Hate. Hate. Hate.

I hate you.

I fucking want you dead.

I wish you'd stop touching me like that but I know it's no use to fight you anymore. With your single, burning caress you marked my skin with numerous bruises. And it hurts the way you grip at my shoulders as you take me roughly--carelessly. I don't even think you're doing this for the thrill of passion but only out of your anger. And that makes it harder...makes it even worse for me.

I can faintly hear someone screaming. A part of me knows it's my own but there's another part that is aching for it not to be. Why isn't anyone helping me? Or do they even care? I'm guessing they don't. They never have. Should I scream louder? Is that it? Should I give you the pleasure in hearing you hurt me, Yamato? Should I scream so loud that I finally notify the world of how much pain you've put me through? But even then I doubt anyone would listen. They'd block me out. The world and its people were like that.

I'm slipping out now. I can feel it. It hurts too much to stay conscious anyway, so why shouldn't I just fall oblivious? It burns so bad. Each and every time you touch me it's like some kind of slap to my face. It feels like I'm falling yet standing still. Like I'm screaming so loud yet silence hangs in the air. You kiss me again and the world goes into shades of black and red and blue. I can feel it now. The energy slowly floating from my body and I think you realize it too.

If things were my way then I would wish that the energy would stay from my body. That I would awaken into a world that was different from my own. One where I would never be touched by you again. I wish I could just die no matter how much you wanted me to stay. Then for once I could actually rebel against you without you stopping me...

But that's only a wish.

One that will never come true.


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(3rd POV)


Yamato didn't realize how badly hurt the boy was until he was finished with him--until he lay still and bruised in his arms. He was, for a short moment, awed by the different colors marked on Daisuke's skin. Blacks blues, and brows. It amazed him. But that was only for a moment. Then he began to realize that Daisuke wasn't moving. He frowned, fingers reaching out towards his neck to search for a pulse. He found it but it was faint.

Swearing violently under his breath Yamato quickly pulled on his clothes, yanked open the bedroom door and shot out into the hall. He did this Daisuke. *Him*. All because of his jealously. Yamato first intended to go to Taichi or Takeru's room to get help but he found himself flying down the staircase and out into the cold night air. He was running. And it was like he couldn't stop. Like he had no control over his actions. All that was going through his head was guilt. Why did he *always* have to hurt the boy just when he was beginning to build some sort of trust to him? Why couldn't he just stop?

He felt light drops of rain starting but he didn't care. He had to get away--far, far away. There was this little nagging in the back of his head that told him that he was going to go back anyway, so what was the point? But he ignored it; shoving it deep into a part of his mind that he didn't even knew existed. It was like he wanted to run so far that his guilt and anger and pain would never even have the chance of catching up with him. But he knew that it was only mere paces behind him. And it was reaching out, clasping onto his arm and pulling him backward into it's void. He hated that. He hated that he had no power when it came to his emotions.

He didn't blame Daisuke if he hated him, because he hated himself as well.


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Ryo awoke with a start. He frowned, running a tongue over his lips to moisten them before struggling to sit up. He frowned. Something was wrong; he could feel it pulsing through his veins. He didn't know how he knew but at the same time he really didn't car. Ryo threw the covers aside and stood up, making his way through the dark room before finding the door handle.

He stumbled through the dark halls, ending up in front of the door of the room that Yamato and Daisuke were in. He bit down on his bottom lip, pondering on the subject of going in or just turning around and going back to bed. When he was about to turn around and head back to his room a soft whimper stopped him in his trails. It was coming from inside the room. Taking a deep breath, he turned back around and slowly and cautiously opened the door.

He stepped inside, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Ryo took a sharp in take of breath when he noted the trail of blood on the carpeted floor next to the bed that a solitary figure laid on. It took him a moment to realize that the figure was Daisuke, battered, broken, and with blood splattered over his skin. It seemed to wrong to Ryo. He shouldn't have been like that...he wasn't use to seeing so much blood on one person.

"Fuck." He breathed, running a hand over his forehead. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He brought back his fist, slamming the door closed. "Damn you, Yamato! Damn you straight to the pits of hell!"

Slowly, he approached the bed and lifted Daisuke's wrist in his hand. He felt for a pulse and for a frightening moment didn't feel anything before he faintly realized the throb against his fingers. He let out of sigh of relief, gently placing Daisuke's wrist back on the bed. He grimaced when he noticed the blood was not only on the boy's body but on the bed as well. Ryo left Daisuke's room for a moment to search for a bathroom and came back minutes later with a one wet towel and one dry towel in hand.

He flipped on the lights and approached the boy once more. He didn't know how long he spent cleaning off the other boy but it was long enough not to notice the figure standing at the doorway. He took regard of it when Taichi cleared his throat and came to a kneeling position by his side, eyes locked on Daisuke. A frown played his lips and his breathing was trembled and cut short.

"Did...Yamato do...this?" Taichi murmured shakily, closing his eyes for a brief moments when he received a slight nod from Ryo. "He's alive...right?"

"Yes." Ryo whispered, running the wet rag over Daisuke's unnaturally pale cheek. "I don't know where Yamato is, though. Daisuke was the only one in the room when I came in."

"I knew I heard screaming." Taichi continued on, as if he hadn't heard what Ryo had said. "I knew I did. But I didn't think anything of it. I was too tired and my mind was hazed with sleep. I should've taken it into more consideration..." The brunette lowered his head. "Damnit. I should've known."

"No time for pity, Taichi." Ryo murmured, gently picking up Daisuke who was surprisingly light. "We have to get him into a shower or something to wash him off better."

Taichi nodded, and held the door open for Ryo as he carried Daisuke down the hall and into the pale blue bathroom. He placed Daisuke down in the tub and turned the knob for the shower handle so water sprayed from it and poured lightly on Daisuke's branded flesh. With nimble fingers, Taichi and Ryo cleaned the unconscious boy, one holding his head up so it wasn't resting against the cool marble of the tub.

"Look in the bottom shelf right there," Ryo said softly, nodding to a little cabinet under the sink. "I noticed there was first aid kit in it when I looked through it earlier." He paused as Taichi handed the kit to him. "Daisuke's wrist is really bruised right here. I think he might've sprained it or something."

He dug out a long white cloth from the kit and carefully wrapped it around the smaller boy's wrist before tending to his other wounds. Taichi sat quietly, looking away every so often when a look of sickness rocked his features. Ryo wiped the sweat off his brow, glancing back at the brown haired boy, and spoke, "So...has Yamato's and Daisuke's relationship always been so..." He looked away for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "...abusive?"

Taichi nodded slightly. "It's never been this bad. Yamato would hardly touch Daisuke like that." He closed his eyes tightly. "I think it's my fault that this happened. I kissed Daisuke earlier, being the stupid prick that I am. Yamato must've seen me. Gods, I knew I shouldn't have done that."

Ryo's frown deepened and he looked away but didn't say anything. After he was done cleaning the boy he wrapped a towel around him and lifted him back into his arms again. Not wanting to place him back in Yamato's room, he moved down to his room and placed Daisuke on his bed. Taichi looked at him, blinking, before looking back down at Daisuke.

"Where are you going to sleep then?" Taichi asked, confused.

"On the floor or something." Ryo responded, shaking his head. "I'm going to keep an eye on him."

Taichi nodded again, a sad, angry smile perking his features. "I'm going to go downstairs."

Ryo turned his head up to him, one eyebrow tilted upwards. "Why?

Brown eyes flashed before narrowing sharply, as a barely moving mouth uttered, "To wait for Yamato."


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Yamato was soaked when he reached Psyche and Sprite's house again. He was exhausted. He was cold. But he didn't care. The thoughts of Daisuke's broken body were still running through his mind. He stopped at the front door, staring blankly at the smooth wood before him but his mind was elsewhere. Pulling himself back into reality, Yamato opened the door and stepped inside the dry hallway.

'The hallway light is on,' Yamato noted dimly. 'It wasn't on before I left. I wonder who's up--" His thoughts were cut short as a fist came in contact with his face, sprawling him up against the wall. His mind went through a haze of confusion as he struggled to clear his gaze.

"Fuck you, Yamato." Taichi's angry voice rang clearer then anything to him. "You just love to share what you've been through, don't you? You just love to inflict pain upon others just as long as you know that you're in control. I once despised Daisuke but then he kind of grew on me, y'know? But even when I did hate him would have NEVER thought to put him through that much pain." Taichi took a fist full of Yamato's wet shirt and pulled him to a stand, glaring angrily at him, not noticing the tear streaks on his cheeks.

"You make me sick, Yamato." Taichi continued blindly. "You really do. What do you want? You know what? If tied you up with barbed wire and lodged knives into your chest it still wouldn't be enough pain to equal up towards Daisuke's. God! What the fuck were you thinking? I know it must've upset you when you saw me and Daisuke together but it was MY fucking fault, you asshole! It wasn't his! Goddamn it, Yamato!"

He cut off when he felt a warm liquid on his hand. He blinked, and looked down at the tiny drop of clear substance before back up at Yamato's face. He then took notice of the blonde's red eyes. Taichi pulled back, releasing Yamato, disbelief etching his features. "Yama-Yamato? You're crying."

Yamato sank to his knees, staring at the floor with dead eyes. A shuddering breath escaped his barely parted lips and then he whispered, "I was so blind, Taichi. I wanted Daisuke to see that he was mine. That he belonged to me--I lost control. It hurts to know that you can care for someone so much yet they don't give a damn about you. You wouldn't know Taichi. And I didn't mean for it to go that far. I swear I didn't. I didn't even want to hurt him...but it was like the world went red. I lost it. And I hate it--I hate *myself*." He raised his eyes to meet Taichi's. "He hates me."

He dragged himself to his feet, and pushed past Taichi and back out into the rain again, shutting the door behind him. Taichi gazed after him, incredulity still marking his face. So Daisuke wasn't just an object to him after all. Yamato actually...cared for him. 'But he has never cared for anyone besides Takeru,' Taichi thought dazedly. 'I don't believe it.'

'It's kind of ironic, though,' Taichi continued, turning away from the door, 'that Yamato actually loves someone that will probably never love him back.'

And Yamato knew this.

Daisuke was the object he could never have.


End Chapter Twelve.

End Notes: Gah, well, I'm tired! But I finished it! I finished the chapter! Yay! Now onto the next one. Hrm. Well, review! It will make my day...er, night. Whatever. *Falls asleep*