Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Dreams ❯ Tear Filled Confessions ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Rated: R

Warnings: Angst, angst, angst, angst, and can we say ANGSTY ANGST GOODNESS!!! OH AND DON'T FORGET YAOI. Don't like it DON'T BITCH TO ME ABOUT IT!!!

Disclaimer: Wait, hold on *waits for a fax to finish printing, and looks it over* Damn! They win again. So I guess I can't calm them. …Yet *chuckles evilly* but like I said before I would like to get my hands on Kouji, Kouichi, and Takuya for a while. *Chuckles evilly again*

The afore mentioned boys: *laughs nervously* …. Uh oh

Author's Notes: "Sweet Dreams" and "The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson inspired this fic. But I'll shut up now and start the show.

Chapter IV

Tear Filled Confrontations

(Takuya)

He brushed me off. Now what am I supposed to do? Is he that mad at me? Oh God he must really hate me.

"Whatever"

I'm gonna try and talk to him again tomorrow Maybe I caught him at a bad time. Maybe he was preoccupied with something. Yeah that's got to be what was going on.

I head home, walking like usual, but on my way there I see Kouji walk inside the hospital. I wonder what he was doing going to the hospital. I'm almost tempted to follow him to find out, but I don't. I'll just ask him about it later, tomorrow… maybe. I just forget about it, and continue on my journey home.

The next day I do everything I used to do before the whole ordeal happened. An attempt to return to normality again. At Lunch I sit with Kouji just like I used to, but he remains silent. I mean normally he is silent, but he's giving off the weird vibe. I can't explain it really. His eyes are blank, glazed over almost, and his face is blank like as if he's lost in thought. He's been like this all day. It drives me insane, because he won't even acknowledge my presents.

(Kouji)

I'm making him angry. I know that. I've seen it painted all over his face. I can't help it thought. Kouichi's doctors say that things are getting worse. They expect him to go anytime now. Ever since I found him, I found a part of myself that I didn't know I was missing. Now that I've gotten it, I'm not sure I could ever live with out it now. He's become a large part of my life, since my real mother died, my father could careless whether I live or die, and my stepmother is nothing but a bitch. Kouichi has become the person I know would love, and care for matter how fucked up I am.

I leave lunch early to possibly get away from Takuya. I don't want to make him any angrier than he already is. But why do I care if he's pissed off or not though?

You care for him

…what?

You care for him

Whatever.

I'm so brought out of the conversation with myself by none other than Takuya.

"What?" I say a little more harshly that I'd like.

"God Kouji what is your problem I've been calling you for five minutes." he says a little irritated

"I don't have a problem Takuya," I flatly say in a tone that not to press any more

(Takuya)

I knew he didn't want me to press any further but I had had it. I was gonna figure out why he chooses to constantly ignore me.

"Seems like the exact opposite to me." I say in a challenging tone.

"Whatever you say." he says nonchalantly and walks off

That was it I could take no more. I ran up to him. Time to get my answers. I grabbed his shirt by the collar and put him against the wall. I glared in to his icy orbs, searching for anything.

"Why Kouji, why do you hate me!" I say almost yelling, " what did I ever do to you! Huh!? If anyone should hate anyone, I should be hating you! I gave you my everything, my love, and" my voice started to crack as tears formed at the corners of my eyes "my heart. My fucking heart Minamoto Kouji!" tears were streaming down my face.

I let him go and he stood there shocked.

I buried my face in his chest and clutch him tightly "Why, why, why!?" I brought my fist down on his shoulder, not hard but with enough force for emphasis to punctuate ever word. I sobbed lightly into his chest trying to find some comfort somewhere, anywhere. I'm surprised when I feel his arms gently close around me. I know I must be imagining this. How could my own imagination be this cruel? All that is soon wiped when I feel him slightly squeeze me, and his words.

"I don't hate you Takuya, I, …I just have my own problems right now." he say in an almost loving manner, but then again that could be my wishful thinking. "I,… I'm sorry Takuya.," he says as he pulls my face to face with him. Kouji wipes a tear from my eye. "I'm sorry" he says and walks away. I swear I saw tears in his eyes too.

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A/N: whacha think, other than this is waaaay, way too short. And I know I say like two weeks ago it would be Wednesday, but Writer's block reared it's ugly two heads, and well, yeah.

Thanks: All you guys who were patient enough to wait on this chapter. All you guys period. This was originally was just gonna be two chapter. I didn't even expect it to do this well. But you guys like it a lot, and well the angst continues, and still will.

Note: I might have a lemon coming. Tell me whacha think. Hot steamy, lemony goodness, (is lemony even a word? Oh the hell well) or not. You decide!