Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Little Child ❯ Chapter 2

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

Author notes: Okies... This one is bad. Really, really bad. I had this
little plotbunnie that told me to torture poor Yamato as much as
possible. And I did. This fic will contain talk about: incest/rape,
child-abuse, and other dark subjects. Read at your own risk, please!

Now, I do know that Yamato and Takeru's dad is a really nice guy, and
that their mother is sweet as candy, but I needed 'villains'... And
I'm not the first one bastardizing poor Ishida-san, and I probably
won't be the last... ^^;;

Another thing worth mentioning is that there will be some shounen-ai
hinting. In other words, hints of Jyoto (=^.^=), Taishiro and of
course Daiken... :D ::giggle:: Enjoy!

Oh, and I don't have the faintest clue what the members in the Teenage
Wolves are called. I made a few names up. Just humor me on this,
please? ::puppydog-eyes::

Oh, and the older kids (Taichi, Yama, Koushiro, Jyou, Sora and Mimi)
don't have their Digimon here, but the younger (Daisuke, Ken, Takeru,
Hikari, Miyako and Iori) do, just as in Zero Two. ^^;;

A final thing: I'm not a native English speaker - waves tiny Swedish
banner - so if my grammar suck, please bear with me...?

Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon, I wouldn't be struggling with my
collage-bills. I would be in Japan, buying LOADS of anime and manga.
So there! ^_^ I'm just borrowing the characters so that I can torture
Yamato. I love that guy! ^^v

Sweet Little Child...

Chapter 2.

Kido Jyou stared at the closed door where Yamato had exited only
minutes before, after he had spilled his darkest secrets for Jyou's
horrified ears. And the secrets were dark indeed. Yamato had told Jyou
that his mother neglected him and that his father abused him both
physically and sexually. It all sounded almost too horrible to be
true, but Jyou wasn't stupid, nor was he naive, he knew that
sometimes, in the best of families...

But could he? Could he do as Yamato asked, and keep quiet about this?
Yamato's father belonged behind bars, every part of Jyou screamed that
it was the only right thing to do, to get him locked up. But if Yamato
felt so strongly about not telling...?

"I hate this", he mumbled to himself. "Yamato doesn't really expect me
to handle this alone, does he? I can't! Damn it!"

And with something between a sob and a scream, he threw the now empty
tea cup into the wall.

* * * *

Yagami Taichi kicked of his shoes and sat down on the floor, carefully
pulled his slippers on, and winced as his sore feet once more hit the
floor. Soccer practice had been a real pain today, the rain had made
the grass slippery and he had almost sprained his ancle when he
tripped on another boy. It didn't matter, though, it had been fun. No
matter the weather, no matter the circumstances, nothing could take
the joy of soccer away from him.

"Mom", he called out. "I'm home! What's for dinner?"

He heard her answer from the kitchen:

"Italian. Pasta bolognese. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not. It's food, right?" He grinned, limping towards his
room when his mother stopped him.

"Taichi, wait a second."

"Uhm?"

"A friend of yours, Kido-kun, called just a few minutes ago. He really
wanted to talk to you, and I told him you should call back."

Taichi was already on his way to the telephone. He couldn't help but
wonder if something was amiss in the Digital World, why else would
Jyou call him, and say that it was urgent? Taichi swallowed, hoping
that there was nothing wrong with Agumon. He prayed that there was
nothing wrong with Agumon.

"Agumon", he whispered, picking up the phone and dailing the numbers.

****

The backpack was heavy, filled with books and his laptop. Izumi
Koushiro sighed, putting the backpack down a few seconds while
streaching his back. He rubbed the small of his back, sighing. He was
on his way to Jyou to show him the latest program he had worked out,
something that could, if it worked, revolutionize the way the Chosen
Children communicated with their Digimon Partners. Or at least he
hoped it would.

I hope Jyou-san will be pleased. Maybe I should have called him before
hand, what if he's busy... Well, can't change my mind now, can I? I'm
almost there...

****

Taichi's voice sounded strangely subdued as he answered, and Jyou
frowned, hoping that there wasn't anything else that was amiss with
his friends.

"Taichi-kun, are you busy? Is something wrong?"

"Why don't you tell me? Mom said it was urgent, so what's up? Is
Agumon all right? Have you heard something from Gomamon?"

A sharp little needle came from no-where and pierced Jyou's heart
without mercy. Gomamon... He hadn't seen his little happy-go-lucky
friend ever since thier last trip to the Digital World, all those
weeks, no, months ago, and he couldn't help but miss it terribly. What
if something would happen to Gomamon without Jyou being there to help
and comfort it? Like that time when the Digimon Kaizer almost had
Gomamon beaten to death... Jyou knew all his friends missed their
Digimon partners, his situation was in no way unique, but it hurt none
the less. It would continue to hurt until he met Gomamon again, if
that would ever happen.

"Huh? Uhm, no... I haven't heard anything, sorry... I was just
wondering..."

****

Koushiro rang the bell and waited. And waited. Frowning, he looked at
his watch. Jyou should be home from school by now... Unless he has
something else occupying him, that is... Something, perhaps his famous
curiosity that always seemed to get him into trouble, made Koushiro to
touch the handle on the door. He pressed a little bit harder, and the
handle gave away underneath his hand. A small, clicking sound was
heard, then the door slid open without any noice what so ever.
Koushiro gulped. He really should close the door again and get along
home, if Jyou wasn't there. But then he thought he heard something
that sounded a lot like Jyou, and he peeked in, feeling awfully guilty
about the entire thing.

Jyou stood with his back turned against the door, and he held a phone
in his hand. Koushiro smiled, then quietly snook inside. The youth
would notice him when he was done with talking to the person at the
other end of the line. Koushiro blushed. It wasn't very nice to listen
in on someone elses private calls, but since he was here, it would be
an even greater shame, Koushiro figured, not to listen. Leaning
against the wall closest to the door, the short, redhaired boy heard
Jyou say:

"...anything, sorry... I was just wondering..."

****

"I didn't know it was that bad", Daisuke said quietly as he walked
next to Takeru. Daisuke was on his way home from soccer practice and
Takeru had had basket training that ended at the same time as his
practice, and since they lived in the same house, they decided to walk
home together. Now Takeru stopped in his tracks, looking coldly at his
plum-haired friend.

"No? But it is." The blonde sighed. "Listen, Daisuke-kun... I know
what you overheard. I can understand if you're concerned. But get this
straight: It's my family. It's private. I don't want you butting your
nose into stuff you don't have a single clue about. I don't want you
go yapping to the gang about how terrible mom is. I don't want you to
bother at all, okay? So... Just don't mention it any more, okay. It's
no big deal anyway."

Hurt burned in Daisuke's chest, and he took a huge sip from the water
bottle he was carrying with him, as to cool his injured feelings down.
He tried to force a grin, but it just wouldn't show, and he muttered:

"You think I can't keep secrets, Takeru? You think I'm completely
heartless, is that it?"

"I never said you were heartless, you idiot! I know that you care. You
care too much sometimes. I know you'd go telling everybody about it
and then try to come up with some brave, oh-so-mighty plan to save the
souls of Niichan and I. But it doesn't work that way."

That said, Takeru began to walk again, his long legs taking him far
from Daisuke in just a few moments. Daisuke watched him go, his hands
balling into tiny fists.

"Oh damn", he muttered. "Why does that guy always act like he's got a
broomstick shoved up is butt?!"

"Who would want to broom a guy's butt", a tiny, childish voice asked
from Daisuke's backpack, and the boy put the bag down, unzipping it.
Chibimon's round, blue and white face peeked up, blinking at the
sudden light.

"Oh, be quiet you, you don't understand", Daisuke chided his little
friend, pecking at a place right in between the big, red eyes that
looked innocently at him.

"I guess I don't", the little creature mused. "But I do understand
this, Daisuke... My tummy makes all these crazy noices, I think it
wants me to tell you that it's very, very hungry and it really, really
wants some chocolate!"

Daisuke blinked, and a smile found it's way to his face, a real,
amused smile.

"You let your stomach think for you, huh? Why am I not surprised...
Let's go!"

****

Pulling his clothes of, Takeru turned on the shower and then stood
quietly and watched himself in the mirror, waiting for the water to
heat up. A lean, muscled body with too long legs and arms to look
really good, at least that was his oppinion. Hopefully the rest of his
body would catch up, so that he wouldn't walk around looking like a
freak for the rest of his life. One thing that scared him was that it
wouldn't take long before he had outgrown Yamato, at least in height.

"Don't you ever stop, you...?" In three years he had grown from the
little midget that had looked so miserably pathetic, to this... freak.
Just great. "What the heck does Hikari see in me, anyway?"

"Maybe your good heart?" Takeru turned at the voice, smiling mildly at
the little white and golden creature that sat on the toiletseat.

"Hello, Patamon. Did you miss me?"

"Not really. Your mother and I had a really interesting conversation.
She told me about pigs and bats, and that was really fun!" The little
winged Digimon giggled, then flew over and seated itself on top of its
partner's head. "Takeru, what's wrong? You look so unhappy..."
Patamon's voice was filled with concern, but the blonde boy shook his
head, shrugging.

"I don't know how to explain to you. I hardly even know how to explain
it to myself. I'll tell you later, if I can. All right? Now... I have
to shower. You want to do it too, or will you wait here?"

"I'll come with you, Takeru", Patamon said, gripping around Takeru's
hair. "You need me. Besides, I need to get clean anyway."

"Got'cha."

****

Yamato sighed, rubbing his tired eyes with his hands. It had been one
really tiresome day. He was still amazed that Jyou had believed him,
he knew himself how unbelievable it sounded. What if... What if his
father somehow found out that he had told someone? Well, he could
always worry about that later, he had more problems to deal with
first. He still hadn't confronted his father concerning the fact that
he had quit the band. And here he was, standing outside their front
door. He tried to open. Locked.

"So, dad's not home", the fourteen-year old mumbled, slightly
relieved. He picked up his key from his bag and slid the thin piece of
metal into the lock. Turned. And the familiar unlocking sound reached
his ears.

Yamato opened the door and stared into their dark apartment. Hunger
gnawed him, and, after lighting several lamps in all over the place,
he stepped out into the kitchen, opening the fridge, taking out some
tomatoes, a slice of salmon, mushrooms and a lemon. He could always
prepare dinner, maybe cook the fish in the oven, together with
vegstables, and spicing the entire dish up with salt, lemon, sugar,
pepper and maybe a touch of vineagar. Yeah. That he'd do.

Yamato opened the cupboard where they kept their knifes, then stared
at the sharp, gleaming object inside. He could feel his heart begin to
beat faster, his hands began to shake ever so slightly. The knife was
very, very sharp.

****

"Taichi-kun", Jyou began hesitantly. "I want to talk to you about
Yamato." He heard Taichi's surprised reply in the phone, why would
Jyou want to talk to him about Yamato? The bluehaired youth sighed,
thinking carefully before voicing what was on his mind.

"Well, you see... you know that he quit the band right?... Yeah, a
real shame. Yes, I think he might have some problems he needs to work
out. Actually that is what I wanted to talk to you about. Has he
ever... Ever said something to you? ... Besides his usual talk when
he's really down, yes. Has he ever mentioned his family situation?
Anything about Takeru? About his parents? ... Really, he hasn't?
Okay... I don't think he likes to live alone with his father. Yes,
he's quite the brute, isn't he? ... Yes, soon, in a few years, he'll
be old enough to move out. What, me? I don't know, I have to make sure
I make it into high school first. I haven't gotten the entrance exam's
results yet, it's driving me nuts! Back to Yamato... No, forget it. I
have to go... Bye!"

****

Taichi stared at the phone he held in his hand. This felt... Weird.
Unsettling, to say the least. Something was going on. He just knew
that something was going on. Unfortunally, he hadn't the slightest
clue as to what might be amiss, with either Yamato, or Jyou. As
Hikari, who had just gotten home from school and a photosession
downtown, asked who he had spoken to, Taichi automatically answered
that it wasn't someone important. She believed him and vanished into
her room. Taichi watched blankly into space, his chest thightening up
in something almost resembling fear.

****

Koushiro frowned. The entire conversation between Jyou and Taichi had
been unpleasant, and the look on Jyou's face sent shivers down his
spine. Jyou had noticed him and walked over, saying hello and inviting
Koushiro to stay for a cup of tea. Koushiro didn't answer, he merely
looked at Jyou, and asked:

"It must be either one or the other, am I right? Either Yamato's dad
is neglecting him, or he's abusing him in some way. Am I right?"

Jyou froze, black eyes meeting black eyes, two hearts slowing down
almost at the exact same time. Then, after the enternity and more had
passed, Jyou nodded.

****

The girl stopped outside the door, re-arranging her clothes. In one
hand, she held a blue orchid, a flower that would suit Yamato
perfectly. She had been in love with him once, and still she liked him
a lot, and she felt she had to appologize to him for a lot of things.
On the other hand, it wouldn't hurt if he appologized to her as well.
She rang the doorbell and heard him answer. She smiled, opened the
door and stepped inside.

Yamato was standing with a huge knife in his hand, and from the blade
of the knife, a thick, red fluid slowly poured down on the hand
holding the knife.

Motomiya Jun put her thin hands to her mouth, trying to choke a scream
that filled her entire being with a pain she had never felt before.

"YAMATO!!!"

To Be Continued...