Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Blur ( Chapter 13 )
[ 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: 2.1K | Visits: 227 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 227 | Status: Completed
A.N: Bleh. I've turned away from my other activities to focus my full attention on Satan in Satin. I WILL finish this, damnit! And it will be long! Yes, yes! *Laughs evilly and twirls around* Ahem. Anyway, back to what I was saying, things should be spicing up a bit. Yay. Happiness. Alright, I'm done; read.
Reviews -
Green, the fluffly bunny - *Blushes* Meh. *Glomp* Thanks =D.
Taichi Ishida - Well, I did, didn't I? A day or so. Go me. ;D
PanDora - Hmm? It did. Spiffy ^_^.
His Master's Voice - Yeah! =P You hardly ever update anything from what I've seen!
Cookie - A lot of people like to do that just to spite me. =D
Firefly-chan: Continue on with the chapter, Al-
Dark: You say it and I swear I'll push you off a ledge.
Firefly-chan: Uhhh. On with the chapter, Dark!
Satan in Satin
Chapter Thirteen
By Firefly-chan
Colors of all different kinds were shifting before Daisuke's eyes. It took awhile for the spinning to stop but after it finally did he slowly opened his eyes. The room was dark and unbearably silent. But, for a moment, the silence seemed incredibly loud. Like it was pounding against his ears, trying to trick him in a way. Painfully, Daisuke tilted his head to the side, searching around the dark room with brown eyes. They rested on a figure that was sitting on a chair across from him. It took him a moment to realize that the figure was indeed Ryo.
"R-Ryo?" His voice cracked from misuse, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "Ryo?"
Ryo looked up and over towards him. He was silent for a couple of seconds before speaking calmly, "Daisuke." He reached over and flipped on the lightswitch that was on the wall next to him.
Daisuke's eye's shut quickly, the light blinding his vision for a moment before he opened them again and looked back to the brown haired boy. "How long have I been unconscious?"
Ryo pursed his lips, shrugging, as he came to a stand. "Five days or so." A slight grin haunted his lips. "Taichi was worried you might've slipped into a coma or something."
"Well, I didn't." It took a few moments for Daisuke to gather what had happened to him. He closed his eyes again, leaning his head back against the headboard of the bed. "Where's Yamato?"
Silence.
Daisuke opened his eyes, looking back at Ryo expectantly. The brown haired boy had turned his attention to the wall next to him, twisting his hands in his lap. Daisuke cautiously pushed himself up so he was in a sitting position. He held his head for a second as the world did a flip but the feeling of dizziness quickly left him as suddenly as it had came. For the first time the cinamon haired boy realized that he wasn't in his and Yamato's room anymore. He frowned again, eyeing Ryo some more.
"Ryo?" He tried again. "Where's Yamato?"
"He's gone." Ryo said briskly but softly. "We don't know where he is. He left right after he..." He trailed off, bowing his head. "Takeru went looking for him a couple of times but he couldn't find him."
"Oh." Daisuke bit down on his bottom lip, not knowing what to do. The silence, though, was broken when the bedroom door opened and Taichi stepped inside. The brunette's gaze rested first on Ryo before blinking in surprise when it came to Daisuke.
"Daisuke?" He questioned, surprised. "You're awake."
"Obviously." He sighed, and sunk lower into the covers. "Ryo? Why did Yamato leave?"
"He's a ja-" Ryo started but was cut short by Taichi.
"He was upset." He sighed when he received a look of disbelief from Daisuke. "He was. He regretted what he had done. He...he was crying."
Daisuke stared blankly at Taichi, a million things running through his mind. Should he go out looking for Yamato? No! Why should he? Yamato had hurt him beyond repair, after all. Why should he try and go make amends with him? Daisuke closed his eyes tightly, rubbing a hand over his face roughly. He was so confused and not knowing what to do. Daisuke sat in silence before coming to a conclusion. He opened his eyes and looked up at Taichi, who was still watching him.
"Taichi," Daisuke began softly, lowering his eyes. "get my clothes."
Taichi stood there, looking a bit dumbfounded before slowly turning around and disappearing out the door and into the hall. Ryo shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Are you crazy? You're going to go look for him? Look what he did to you, Daisuke! How can you forgive him that easily?"
"I never said I forgave him." Daisuke murmured, running his hands up and down his chilled arms.
"You shouldn't get too close to him, Daisuke." Ryo warned in a low voice, gripping at the chair he sat in.
"What's that suppose to mean?" He asked sharply, narrowing his eyes on the other boy.
Ryo sat back, turning his head around. "Nothing, nevermind."
Daisuke opened his mouth to ask him again but Taichi came back in with his clothes a moment later. Minutes later the other two had left the room, leaving the cinnamon haired boy to get dressed. Laying the jeans and hoodie shirt on his bed, he pushed back the covers and swung his legs over the bed. He flinched slightly as a flash of pain shot through his of body but bit it back and came to a stand.
After he had finished dressing, the boy stood silently for a moment before heading to the door, limping every so often in pain. It hurt to walk but not so much that it was unbearable. He'd live. He didn't see Ryo or Taichi when he stepped into the hall, but he supposed that was a good thing. That way they wouldn't ask him any questions or anything. Or try to follow him.
The night air was cool, and the air was moist and damp, a little rain touching his face every so often. Silence was bestowed him and was slightly unnerving. He didn't really favor the silence. Shoving his hands into his jean pocket, he crossed the street, pausing when he reached the other side, wondering where he should go. Shrugging and taking his chances, the boy started right. He walked on in the complete quietness for awhile before his ears began to pick up a faint sound. It sounded like music.
As he moved on, the sound got louder. It took him a few minutes to realize that the music was coming from the park. He stopped in front of the large entrance gate of the park, eyes searching around in the dark for any sign of Yamato. So far he hadn't seen him. He pushed the gate open, wincing slightly at the high pitched squeak it made as he did so. The music sounded like it was coming from the back of the park. Daisuke wove his way through the trees, coming to a sudden stop when his eyes landed on a figure in the not-so far off distance.
Yamato sat on one of the benches, guitar in hand and was strumming lightly over it. As Daisuke got nearer, he could faintly hear the blonde vampire singing but he couldn't make out the words. Daisuke approached Yamato, stopping in front of him, straining to hear what he was singing.
"See that face from across the room,
And I can feel you're nothing.
Show your fear it's not that hard to see.
Intentions pale, it's blinding.
Stop from the place I've been.
No good for the shape I'm in,
I'm slow to the race; you win."
Daisuke frowned softly, reaching out a hand to touch Yamato's shoulder but pulled back when he decided against it. Yamato didn't even seem to realize that he was there.
"You wanna take me out,
Stop with your face off in.
My space and the wicked descend.
No taste for the place I'm in.
You need to stop."
"Yamato?" Daisuke tried, gently. But, to no avail, he just kept on singing, either no noticing Daisuke's presence or ignoring it.
"I am all you need to know.
And I'm everywhere you go.
No one can save you now,
When it all comes around.
I am everything you see,
And I'm what you'll never be.
No one can save you now.
When it all comes around."
The cinnamon haired boy bit his lip at the sound of what the other was singing but didn't budge from the spot he stood in. Fear slowly seeped into him when Yamato looked up then, cold blue eyes locking with brown. His face was blank. No expression was born anywhere. The blonde came to a stand, resting his guitar on the bench. Daisuke swallowed, taking a couple steps back only to have his wrist caught by Yamato's and he was pulled towards him.
Yamato closed his eyes, resting his lips on Daisuke's ear and started to sing again.
"Show your face and stare at me,
And I can feel you glaring.
Showing up and preparing me,
You're the one I'll bury.
Stop from the place I'm in,
I'm slow to the race; you win."
Daisuke trembled in Yamato's light embrace, not use to so much tenderness from the blonde. Yamato lifted his head, staring down at the boy in his arms. "You shouldn't have come here. I don't want to end up hurting you again." He shook his head. "Why did you even come looking for me? I thought you'd hate me."
"I stopped hating you a long time ago, Yamato." Daisuke whispered softly. "I thought I hated you that one night but I know I don't." He swallowed again, gripping at the collar of Yamato's jean jacket. "I can take anything you do to me."
Yamato laughed dryly, rolling his eyes a bit. "I could've killed you that night, Daisuke. You can't take everything I do."
"But you didn't." Daisuke protested, running a hand up Yamato's neck until it was running through his hair.
'No use denying it anymore.' Daisuke thought. 'The pain you give me makes me feel alive. And it scares me that it does but I can't help it.'
"Kiss me." The smaller boy whispered, eyes searching into Yamato's for some sort of a clue.
Yamato stared at him, skeptical. "You don't know what you're asking of me, Daisuke. Just leave now. I don't want to hurt you anymore, can't you see that?"
"Kiss me." Daisuke said again, more firmly. He wasn't going to leave the blonde alone.
"Daisuke..." Yamato wavered, his voice shaking warningly. "Don't."
Daisuke raised his hand, slapping the blonde vampire across the face. Anger and annoyance was written all over his face. The brown eyed boy pressed himself against Yamato again, one hand still gripping at his jacket as he growled, "Now, damnit! Don't test my fucking patience, Yamato."
In a moment's time Daisuke had been shoved roughly against a large oak tree, Yamato's body closed up against his. The cinnamon haired boy sucked in a sharp breath, another streak of pain marring through him but before he had a chance to recover from his daze, Yamato's lips were on his own. Demanding. Rough. Daisuke let out a small squeak of surprise when the blonde's tongue found it's way into his mouth. Before he had a chance to gather himself together, Yamato pulled away, breathing deeply.
"Is this what you want?" The blonde hissed, yanking on cinnamon haired strands as he pulled Daisuke's head back.
"Yes." Daisuke returned challengingly, just as roughly.
"You don't know what you're doing, damnit!" Yamato seethed, gritting his teeth together tightly.
Daisuke ran his tongue over his lips before slowly nodding. "I know what I'm doing, Yamato."
The blonde vampire scowled before ducking his head again, lips taking claim of the dark flesh of Daisuke's throat. He didn't bother to respond to him. But Daisuke was never expecting one. Yamato's pale, cold hands found their way under his shirt, talented fingers skimming lightly over his back before resting on the small of his back, pressing forward a bit. Daisuke's whimper was cut short when Yamato kissed him profoundly again, silencing him.
Yamato was the same as the many other times they were together. Just as harsh. Just as unmerciful. But one thing was different this time.
Daisuke was willing.
End Chapter Thirteen.
End Notes: Meh. The song that Yamato was singing before was "Figure 8," and it's sung by TRUSTcompany. Good song! Listen to it! ^^;; Alright. Review!
Reviews -
Green, the fluffly bunny - *Blushes* Meh. *Glomp* Thanks =D.
Taichi Ishida - Well, I did, didn't I? A day or so. Go me. ;D
PanDora - Hmm? It did. Spiffy ^_^.
His Master's Voice - Yeah! =P You hardly ever update anything from what I've seen!
Cookie - A lot of people like to do that just to spite me. =D
Firefly-chan: Continue on with the chapter, Al-
Dark: You say it and I swear I'll push you off a ledge.
Firefly-chan: Uhhh. On with the chapter, Dark!
Satan in Satin
Chapter Thirteen
By Firefly-chan
Colors of all different kinds were shifting before Daisuke's eyes. It took awhile for the spinning to stop but after it finally did he slowly opened his eyes. The room was dark and unbearably silent. But, for a moment, the silence seemed incredibly loud. Like it was pounding against his ears, trying to trick him in a way. Painfully, Daisuke tilted his head to the side, searching around the dark room with brown eyes. They rested on a figure that was sitting on a chair across from him. It took him a moment to realize that the figure was indeed Ryo.
"R-Ryo?" His voice cracked from misuse, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "Ryo?"
Ryo looked up and over towards him. He was silent for a couple of seconds before speaking calmly, "Daisuke." He reached over and flipped on the lightswitch that was on the wall next to him.
Daisuke's eye's shut quickly, the light blinding his vision for a moment before he opened them again and looked back to the brown haired boy. "How long have I been unconscious?"
Ryo pursed his lips, shrugging, as he came to a stand. "Five days or so." A slight grin haunted his lips. "Taichi was worried you might've slipped into a coma or something."
"Well, I didn't." It took a few moments for Daisuke to gather what had happened to him. He closed his eyes again, leaning his head back against the headboard of the bed. "Where's Yamato?"
Silence.
Daisuke opened his eyes, looking back at Ryo expectantly. The brown haired boy had turned his attention to the wall next to him, twisting his hands in his lap. Daisuke cautiously pushed himself up so he was in a sitting position. He held his head for a second as the world did a flip but the feeling of dizziness quickly left him as suddenly as it had came. For the first time the cinamon haired boy realized that he wasn't in his and Yamato's room anymore. He frowned again, eyeing Ryo some more.
"Ryo?" He tried again. "Where's Yamato?"
"He's gone." Ryo said briskly but softly. "We don't know where he is. He left right after he..." He trailed off, bowing his head. "Takeru went looking for him a couple of times but he couldn't find him."
"Oh." Daisuke bit down on his bottom lip, not knowing what to do. The silence, though, was broken when the bedroom door opened and Taichi stepped inside. The brunette's gaze rested first on Ryo before blinking in surprise when it came to Daisuke.
"Daisuke?" He questioned, surprised. "You're awake."
"Obviously." He sighed, and sunk lower into the covers. "Ryo? Why did Yamato leave?"
"He's a ja-" Ryo started but was cut short by Taichi.
"He was upset." He sighed when he received a look of disbelief from Daisuke. "He was. He regretted what he had done. He...he was crying."
Daisuke stared blankly at Taichi, a million things running through his mind. Should he go out looking for Yamato? No! Why should he? Yamato had hurt him beyond repair, after all. Why should he try and go make amends with him? Daisuke closed his eyes tightly, rubbing a hand over his face roughly. He was so confused and not knowing what to do. Daisuke sat in silence before coming to a conclusion. He opened his eyes and looked up at Taichi, who was still watching him.
"Taichi," Daisuke began softly, lowering his eyes. "get my clothes."
Taichi stood there, looking a bit dumbfounded before slowly turning around and disappearing out the door and into the hall. Ryo shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Are you crazy? You're going to go look for him? Look what he did to you, Daisuke! How can you forgive him that easily?"
"I never said I forgave him." Daisuke murmured, running his hands up and down his chilled arms.
"You shouldn't get too close to him, Daisuke." Ryo warned in a low voice, gripping at the chair he sat in.
"What's that suppose to mean?" He asked sharply, narrowing his eyes on the other boy.
Ryo sat back, turning his head around. "Nothing, nevermind."
Daisuke opened his mouth to ask him again but Taichi came back in with his clothes a moment later. Minutes later the other two had left the room, leaving the cinnamon haired boy to get dressed. Laying the jeans and hoodie shirt on his bed, he pushed back the covers and swung his legs over the bed. He flinched slightly as a flash of pain shot through his of body but bit it back and came to a stand.
After he had finished dressing, the boy stood silently for a moment before heading to the door, limping every so often in pain. It hurt to walk but not so much that it was unbearable. He'd live. He didn't see Ryo or Taichi when he stepped into the hall, but he supposed that was a good thing. That way they wouldn't ask him any questions or anything. Or try to follow him.
The night air was cool, and the air was moist and damp, a little rain touching his face every so often. Silence was bestowed him and was slightly unnerving. He didn't really favor the silence. Shoving his hands into his jean pocket, he crossed the street, pausing when he reached the other side, wondering where he should go. Shrugging and taking his chances, the boy started right. He walked on in the complete quietness for awhile before his ears began to pick up a faint sound. It sounded like music.
As he moved on, the sound got louder. It took him a few minutes to realize that the music was coming from the park. He stopped in front of the large entrance gate of the park, eyes searching around in the dark for any sign of Yamato. So far he hadn't seen him. He pushed the gate open, wincing slightly at the high pitched squeak it made as he did so. The music sounded like it was coming from the back of the park. Daisuke wove his way through the trees, coming to a sudden stop when his eyes landed on a figure in the not-so far off distance.
Yamato sat on one of the benches, guitar in hand and was strumming lightly over it. As Daisuke got nearer, he could faintly hear the blonde vampire singing but he couldn't make out the words. Daisuke approached Yamato, stopping in front of him, straining to hear what he was singing.
"See that face from across the room,
And I can feel you're nothing.
Show your fear it's not that hard to see.
Intentions pale, it's blinding.
Stop from the place I've been.
No good for the shape I'm in,
I'm slow to the race; you win."
Daisuke frowned softly, reaching out a hand to touch Yamato's shoulder but pulled back when he decided against it. Yamato didn't even seem to realize that he was there.
"You wanna take me out,
Stop with your face off in.
My space and the wicked descend.
No taste for the place I'm in.
You need to stop."
"Yamato?" Daisuke tried, gently. But, to no avail, he just kept on singing, either no noticing Daisuke's presence or ignoring it.
"I am all you need to know.
And I'm everywhere you go.
No one can save you now,
When it all comes around.
I am everything you see,
And I'm what you'll never be.
No one can save you now.
When it all comes around."
The cinnamon haired boy bit his lip at the sound of what the other was singing but didn't budge from the spot he stood in. Fear slowly seeped into him when Yamato looked up then, cold blue eyes locking with brown. His face was blank. No expression was born anywhere. The blonde came to a stand, resting his guitar on the bench. Daisuke swallowed, taking a couple steps back only to have his wrist caught by Yamato's and he was pulled towards him.
Yamato closed his eyes, resting his lips on Daisuke's ear and started to sing again.
"Show your face and stare at me,
And I can feel you glaring.
Showing up and preparing me,
You're the one I'll bury.
Stop from the place I'm in,
I'm slow to the race; you win."
Daisuke trembled in Yamato's light embrace, not use to so much tenderness from the blonde. Yamato lifted his head, staring down at the boy in his arms. "You shouldn't have come here. I don't want to end up hurting you again." He shook his head. "Why did you even come looking for me? I thought you'd hate me."
"I stopped hating you a long time ago, Yamato." Daisuke whispered softly. "I thought I hated you that one night but I know I don't." He swallowed again, gripping at the collar of Yamato's jean jacket. "I can take anything you do to me."
Yamato laughed dryly, rolling his eyes a bit. "I could've killed you that night, Daisuke. You can't take everything I do."
"But you didn't." Daisuke protested, running a hand up Yamato's neck until it was running through his hair.
'No use denying it anymore.' Daisuke thought. 'The pain you give me makes me feel alive. And it scares me that it does but I can't help it.'
"Kiss me." The smaller boy whispered, eyes searching into Yamato's for some sort of a clue.
Yamato stared at him, skeptical. "You don't know what you're asking of me, Daisuke. Just leave now. I don't want to hurt you anymore, can't you see that?"
"Kiss me." Daisuke said again, more firmly. He wasn't going to leave the blonde alone.
"Daisuke..." Yamato wavered, his voice shaking warningly. "Don't."
Daisuke raised his hand, slapping the blonde vampire across the face. Anger and annoyance was written all over his face. The brown eyed boy pressed himself against Yamato again, one hand still gripping at his jacket as he growled, "Now, damnit! Don't test my fucking patience, Yamato."
In a moment's time Daisuke had been shoved roughly against a large oak tree, Yamato's body closed up against his. The cinnamon haired boy sucked in a sharp breath, another streak of pain marring through him but before he had a chance to recover from his daze, Yamato's lips were on his own. Demanding. Rough. Daisuke let out a small squeak of surprise when the blonde's tongue found it's way into his mouth. Before he had a chance to gather himself together, Yamato pulled away, breathing deeply.
"Is this what you want?" The blonde hissed, yanking on cinnamon haired strands as he pulled Daisuke's head back.
"Yes." Daisuke returned challengingly, just as roughly.
"You don't know what you're doing, damnit!" Yamato seethed, gritting his teeth together tightly.
Daisuke ran his tongue over his lips before slowly nodding. "I know what I'm doing, Yamato."
The blonde vampire scowled before ducking his head again, lips taking claim of the dark flesh of Daisuke's throat. He didn't bother to respond to him. But Daisuke was never expecting one. Yamato's pale, cold hands found their way under his shirt, talented fingers skimming lightly over his back before resting on the small of his back, pressing forward a bit. Daisuke's whimper was cut short when Yamato kissed him profoundly again, silencing him.
Yamato was the same as the many other times they were together. Just as harsh. Just as unmerciful. But one thing was different this time.
Daisuke was willing.
End Chapter Thirteen.
End Notes: Meh. The song that Yamato was singing before was "Figure 8," and it's sung by TRUSTcompany. Good song! Listen to it! ^^;; Alright. Review!