Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Satan in Satin ❯ Silver Line ( Chapter 14 )
[ 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: 1.8K | Visits: 234 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Horror | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 234 | Status: Completed
A.N: Muahaha! I'm getting closer to the hundred-review mark! *Dances* All right!
Dark: *Rolls eyes* Just move on with it, won't you?
Firefly-chan: *Sniffs* Touché.
Reviews -
Green - Oh, and I suppose you expect a fifteenth chapter now? *Glowers* You people expect too much. ^_~ Just kidding.
Taichi Ishida - Yay! I'm supported! ^^
Cookie - Yeah! You used my word! *Bounces* Nifty, nifty, nifty, nifty! Wee!
PanDora - Heh. Um, yeah. *Walks off whistling innocently*
His Master's Voice -....I'm a chicken. I'm sorry.
Firefly-chan: On with the fic! (Reviewers: NOOOOO!)
Dark: -_-;
Satan in Satin
Chapter Fourteen
By Firefly-chan
(Yamato's POV)
Beyond the light of day there would always be a disturbance waving its way through the world. But when darkness had engulfed the earth there was only reason known for this: the disturbance was much stronger then it appeared to be. And the world knew that it had no chance in this battle. It was much better left alone then to be fought because no matter what kind of fight it was, one side would end up dead. And that side? The one of the world. The noble vampires sent my group to earth for one mission and that was to find the antichrist and have him destroy the world.
I didn't know the antichrist was suppose to be me.
And I didn't expect to fall for a certain cinnamon haired boy along the way. It wasn't suppose to be like that. I shouldn't just let him be the first day I saw him in that rave. All this trouble with the noble vampires wouldn't have started up if I hadn't. And I wouldn't have hurt Daisuke the way that I did. Even after he gave in to me last night there is still a part of me that had wished he just would've drawn away, pushed me away. But he didn't. And that frustrated me so much. I didn't deserve him. This wasn't the way it was suppose to be.
And even after last night I still regret what I did. I can't get close to him any more then he can get close to me. I would only end up hurting him worse then before and then where would he be? Dead. And it'd be on my shoulders. I wasn't going to let that happen. The fight and the struggle were over and even though Daisuke was the one to give in first, I was the one who was going to pull away.
It's the right thing to do.
It's the only thing to do...
The only choice that I have is to let him go.
***
(3rd POV)
(The next day)
A loud, annoying buzzing sound was the first thing to draw Daisuke from his sleep. The cinnamon haired boy's eyes fluttered open with a groan as he managed to drag his hand over to the stand he slept next to and shut the alarm clock off. He laid there for a couple more moments before sighing heavily and pushing himself into a sitting position. It took him a moment to realize that Yamato wasn't sleeping beside him like he was suppose to be. He frowned but then eventually shrugged it off, slipping from the bed and gathering his clothes together.
Once he was finished dressing, he left the room and traveled down the hall. The smell of some type of coffee managed to catch his nose, and the boy headed down the steep stairs of the house. Just as he had expected, he found Yamato sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hands. Daisuke stood in the doorframe for a couple of moments, waiting for Yamato to turn and notice him.
Yamato did notice him. He just didn't turn to greet him. Instead he spoke rather dimly and dully, "Daisuke. Sit down. We need to talk."
Those last four words rang clearly in his head. That never meant anything good. Frowning, Daisuke did as he was told, folding his hands in his lap and looking expectantly at the blonde before him. "...Yamato? Is something wrong?"
"Yes." Came the response.
"What?"
"You." He raised his eyes to meet the other, and even though he was tempted to look away when he saw the pained look in the others, he held his gaze. "You and I." He corrected himself quietly. "It's not going to work."
Daisuke was stunned in silence for a few seconds before a sudden, delicate laugh slipped from his lips. "A-Are you kidding me? You have to be joking."
"I'm not joking."
"Wh-What?" Daisuke shot up in his chair, palms pressed against the wooden table. "How can you do that?"
"You were fun while you kept your 'rebellious' composure." Yamato started casually, leaning back in his chair. "But now that you've turned all soft on me, I'm bored with you."
Even though every word Yamato said was a stab to his own heart, he continued on. It was the only way to make Daisuke stay away from him. It was the right thing to do.
"You were a good fuck, Dais." The blonde added crudely, screaming inwardly at himself when the younger boy about collapsed where he stood. "But I'm really not interested you anymore."
"That's a lie." Daisuke whispered, glassy eyes staring at the table.
"No, it's really not." Yamato waved a hand through the air. "I don't want you anymore. You mean -nothing- to me."
'I lie.'
"I find it kind of silly, though, that you actually thought you meant more to me then on a sexual-basis level." The blonde continued, twisting a lock of his hair around his finger. "And if you really did believe all the things that I said then I must be a better liar then I thought." He laughed coldly. "Silly, foolish Daisuke. This is why you don't trust a vampire."
"Do you really mean this?" The cinnamon haired boy breathed, looking back up at Yamato with a tear-streaked face.
Yamato paused for a brief moment, regret flashing through him, before he regained himself and nodded assuredly. "Yes. Yes, I do."
'I lie.'
Daisuke took a couple steps back, a somber look plastered on his face. "Rot in hell." Then the he turned and walked from the room surprisingly calmly, and disappeared around the corner.
'You liar.' A tiny voice deep inside of Yamato's mind accused.
'I had to do it.' Yamato thought earnestly, his throat feeling suddenly tight. 'I had to. He deserves better. It was right, wasn't it?'
But his mind didn't answer him back.
***
(That afternoon)
"Are we ready to go?" Ryo whined, annoyance laced in his words.
"You're too impatient." Kouji muttered, throwing a small duffel bag into the trunk of Yamato's Jeep. "We're almost ready to go."
"Okay, so why don't you tell me this one more time, Takeru?" Taichi said loudly, stepping out from the porch of the house and looking towards the younger blonde that stood next to Ryo. "We have to travel to Sapporo? Sapporo! That's going to take us days!"
Takeru shrugged, blinking up at him. "And your point is...?"
Taichi rolled his eyes, scowling at him. "I'm going to get car sick." He muttered, pushing past Kouji and Ryo to put his own belongings in the car. "I know I am."
"You get car sick?" Ryo seemed amused by this, cracking a wry grin. "I didn't know vampires could even get sick."
Taichi gave him a pointed, withered glare and brushed past him, not even bothering to answer. He paused a few feet away from the door to the house, and glanced over his shoulder, asking, "Where is Yamato and Daisuke?"
"Inside." Takeru said, shrugging again. "If you see them then tell them we need to go. Psyche and Sprite are going to be in their own car leading the way to where the sword is suppose to be."
"I can go look for Daisuke." Ryo said quickly, coming to a swift stand from where he sat. "I need to talk to him about something anyway."
Ryo, ignoring the curious stare from Taichi, hurried before the brunette and into the house. He checked downstairs first and found Yamato in the living room, staring blankly at his guitar. Before the blonde vampire had a chance to see him or ask him any questions, he backed away from the room and headed upstairs. He found Daisuke in a random guestroom towards the end of the hall, sitting on the bed and facing the wall.
"Daisuke...?" Ryo started softly, shutting the door as he entered the room.
"Leave me alone." The cinnamon haired boy sniffled, sounding like he had been crying.
Ryo ignored the comment, sitting down on the end of the bed. "Is it Yamato?" He sighed softly when he didn't receive a response from the other. "It is, isn't it?"
"I hate him." Daisuke whispered, staring at his hands that rested in his lap. "I hate him so much."
"I told you not to get close to him." Ryo gently and carefully placed a hand on Daisuke's shoulders. "There are consequences for being with a vampire. Especially for you."
Daisuke froze, craning his head to the side to look at the older teen sitting behind him. "What? What do you mean by that?"
"I wanted to tell you this earlier but Kouji wouldn't let me..." Ryo took in a deep breath, turning his gaze away from those large brown orbs. "Daisuke, the reason Kouji and I accepted to helping you find the sword is not because we want Yamato to kill himself with it." He paused for a brief second, glancing up to Daisuke who was listening intently. "We did it so we can take the sword from him and kill him with it." He ran a tongue over his upper lip. "You see, if the antichrist kills himself then the world will be destroyed. BUT only if a mortal kills the antichrist then the world is saved..."
He ran a hand through his hair, continuing, "We have to have someone who Yamato trust kills him. I don't really think he trusts us all that much. But you...he trusts you." Ryo's eyes met the others again. "Do you understand?"
Daisuke stared at him, mouth gaping open in horror or surprise, Ryo wasn't quite sure. Then, without saying anything, the boy promptly fainted.
End Chapter Fourteen.
End Notes: I'm sooooo sorry for making it this short! But you're going to have to deal with it since the next couple chapters ARE going to be kind of short. After the group gets into Sapporo the chapters will start lengthening. I promise. ^^ But review! Now!
Dark: *Rolls eyes* Just move on with it, won't you?
Firefly-chan: *Sniffs* Touché.
Reviews -
Green - Oh, and I suppose you expect a fifteenth chapter now? *Glowers* You people expect too much. ^_~ Just kidding.
Taichi Ishida - Yay! I'm supported! ^^
Cookie - Yeah! You used my word! *Bounces* Nifty, nifty, nifty, nifty! Wee!
PanDora - Heh. Um, yeah. *Walks off whistling innocently*
His Master's Voice -....I'm a chicken. I'm sorry.
Firefly-chan: On with the fic! (Reviewers: NOOOOO!)
Dark: -_-;
Satan in Satin
Chapter Fourteen
By Firefly-chan
(Yamato's POV)
Beyond the light of day there would always be a disturbance waving its way through the world. But when darkness had engulfed the earth there was only reason known for this: the disturbance was much stronger then it appeared to be. And the world knew that it had no chance in this battle. It was much better left alone then to be fought because no matter what kind of fight it was, one side would end up dead. And that side? The one of the world. The noble vampires sent my group to earth for one mission and that was to find the antichrist and have him destroy the world.
I didn't know the antichrist was suppose to be me.
And I didn't expect to fall for a certain cinnamon haired boy along the way. It wasn't suppose to be like that. I shouldn't just let him be the first day I saw him in that rave. All this trouble with the noble vampires wouldn't have started up if I hadn't. And I wouldn't have hurt Daisuke the way that I did. Even after he gave in to me last night there is still a part of me that had wished he just would've drawn away, pushed me away. But he didn't. And that frustrated me so much. I didn't deserve him. This wasn't the way it was suppose to be.
And even after last night I still regret what I did. I can't get close to him any more then he can get close to me. I would only end up hurting him worse then before and then where would he be? Dead. And it'd be on my shoulders. I wasn't going to let that happen. The fight and the struggle were over and even though Daisuke was the one to give in first, I was the one who was going to pull away.
It's the right thing to do.
It's the only thing to do...
The only choice that I have is to let him go.
***
(3rd POV)
(The next day)
A loud, annoying buzzing sound was the first thing to draw Daisuke from his sleep. The cinnamon haired boy's eyes fluttered open with a groan as he managed to drag his hand over to the stand he slept next to and shut the alarm clock off. He laid there for a couple more moments before sighing heavily and pushing himself into a sitting position. It took him a moment to realize that Yamato wasn't sleeping beside him like he was suppose to be. He frowned but then eventually shrugged it off, slipping from the bed and gathering his clothes together.
Once he was finished dressing, he left the room and traveled down the hall. The smell of some type of coffee managed to catch his nose, and the boy headed down the steep stairs of the house. Just as he had expected, he found Yamato sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hands. Daisuke stood in the doorframe for a couple of moments, waiting for Yamato to turn and notice him.
Yamato did notice him. He just didn't turn to greet him. Instead he spoke rather dimly and dully, "Daisuke. Sit down. We need to talk."
Those last four words rang clearly in his head. That never meant anything good. Frowning, Daisuke did as he was told, folding his hands in his lap and looking expectantly at the blonde before him. "...Yamato? Is something wrong?"
"Yes." Came the response.
"What?"
"You." He raised his eyes to meet the other, and even though he was tempted to look away when he saw the pained look in the others, he held his gaze. "You and I." He corrected himself quietly. "It's not going to work."
Daisuke was stunned in silence for a few seconds before a sudden, delicate laugh slipped from his lips. "A-Are you kidding me? You have to be joking."
"I'm not joking."
"Wh-What?" Daisuke shot up in his chair, palms pressed against the wooden table. "How can you do that?"
"You were fun while you kept your 'rebellious' composure." Yamato started casually, leaning back in his chair. "But now that you've turned all soft on me, I'm bored with you."
Even though every word Yamato said was a stab to his own heart, he continued on. It was the only way to make Daisuke stay away from him. It was the right thing to do.
"You were a good fuck, Dais." The blonde added crudely, screaming inwardly at himself when the younger boy about collapsed where he stood. "But I'm really not interested you anymore."
"That's a lie." Daisuke whispered, glassy eyes staring at the table.
"No, it's really not." Yamato waved a hand through the air. "I don't want you anymore. You mean -nothing- to me."
'I lie.'
"I find it kind of silly, though, that you actually thought you meant more to me then on a sexual-basis level." The blonde continued, twisting a lock of his hair around his finger. "And if you really did believe all the things that I said then I must be a better liar then I thought." He laughed coldly. "Silly, foolish Daisuke. This is why you don't trust a vampire."
"Do you really mean this?" The cinnamon haired boy breathed, looking back up at Yamato with a tear-streaked face.
Yamato paused for a brief moment, regret flashing through him, before he regained himself and nodded assuredly. "Yes. Yes, I do."
'I lie.'
Daisuke took a couple steps back, a somber look plastered on his face. "Rot in hell." Then the he turned and walked from the room surprisingly calmly, and disappeared around the corner.
'You liar.' A tiny voice deep inside of Yamato's mind accused.
'I had to do it.' Yamato thought earnestly, his throat feeling suddenly tight. 'I had to. He deserves better. It was right, wasn't it?'
But his mind didn't answer him back.
***
(That afternoon)
"Are we ready to go?" Ryo whined, annoyance laced in his words.
"You're too impatient." Kouji muttered, throwing a small duffel bag into the trunk of Yamato's Jeep. "We're almost ready to go."
"Okay, so why don't you tell me this one more time, Takeru?" Taichi said loudly, stepping out from the porch of the house and looking towards the younger blonde that stood next to Ryo. "We have to travel to Sapporo? Sapporo! That's going to take us days!"
Takeru shrugged, blinking up at him. "And your point is...?"
Taichi rolled his eyes, scowling at him. "I'm going to get car sick." He muttered, pushing past Kouji and Ryo to put his own belongings in the car. "I know I am."
"You get car sick?" Ryo seemed amused by this, cracking a wry grin. "I didn't know vampires could even get sick."
Taichi gave him a pointed, withered glare and brushed past him, not even bothering to answer. He paused a few feet away from the door to the house, and glanced over his shoulder, asking, "Where is Yamato and Daisuke?"
"Inside." Takeru said, shrugging again. "If you see them then tell them we need to go. Psyche and Sprite are going to be in their own car leading the way to where the sword is suppose to be."
"I can go look for Daisuke." Ryo said quickly, coming to a swift stand from where he sat. "I need to talk to him about something anyway."
Ryo, ignoring the curious stare from Taichi, hurried before the brunette and into the house. He checked downstairs first and found Yamato in the living room, staring blankly at his guitar. Before the blonde vampire had a chance to see him or ask him any questions, he backed away from the room and headed upstairs. He found Daisuke in a random guestroom towards the end of the hall, sitting on the bed and facing the wall.
"Daisuke...?" Ryo started softly, shutting the door as he entered the room.
"Leave me alone." The cinnamon haired boy sniffled, sounding like he had been crying.
Ryo ignored the comment, sitting down on the end of the bed. "Is it Yamato?" He sighed softly when he didn't receive a response from the other. "It is, isn't it?"
"I hate him." Daisuke whispered, staring at his hands that rested in his lap. "I hate him so much."
"I told you not to get close to him." Ryo gently and carefully placed a hand on Daisuke's shoulders. "There are consequences for being with a vampire. Especially for you."
Daisuke froze, craning his head to the side to look at the older teen sitting behind him. "What? What do you mean by that?"
"I wanted to tell you this earlier but Kouji wouldn't let me..." Ryo took in a deep breath, turning his gaze away from those large brown orbs. "Daisuke, the reason Kouji and I accepted to helping you find the sword is not because we want Yamato to kill himself with it." He paused for a brief second, glancing up to Daisuke who was listening intently. "We did it so we can take the sword from him and kill him with it." He ran a tongue over his upper lip. "You see, if the antichrist kills himself then the world will be destroyed. BUT only if a mortal kills the antichrist then the world is saved..."
He ran a hand through his hair, continuing, "We have to have someone who Yamato trust kills him. I don't really think he trusts us all that much. But you...he trusts you." Ryo's eyes met the others again. "Do you understand?"
Daisuke stared at him, mouth gaping open in horror or surprise, Ryo wasn't quite sure. Then, without saying anything, the boy promptly fainted.
End Chapter Fourteen.
End Notes: I'm sooooo sorry for making it this short! But you're going to have to deal with it since the next couple chapters ARE going to be kind of short. After the group gets into Sapporo the chapters will start lengthening. I promise. ^^ But review! Now!