Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Little Child ❯ Chapter 3

[ 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!

A 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 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 3.

As Jun pulled out a chair and seated herself, she wiped a few beads of
sweat from her brow with one hand. Her eyes were glued onto Yamato, as
the slender boy finished setting the table. The delicious smell of
freshly made fish and spices filled the kitchen and Jun's mouth
watered slightly.

"You really know how to scare someone out of their wits", she
commented, helping herself at the food. "I seriously thought you..."

"You though I had cut myself?", Yamato asked, bewildered. "Why would I
have done something like that?"

"I don't know. Why would you?"

Truth to be told, what Jun in a moment of panic had thought of as
Yamato's blood, was in reality a mixture of fishblood and
tomato-juice. As she had recovered from the initial shock, Yamato had
invited her for dinner. The orchid she had bought for him stood on the
table in a beautiful little vase.

Jun couldn't help but wonder about Yamato. When she first had seen him
she had fallen head over heels for him, his crisp beauty being the sun
in her life. Now she realized it had only been a stupid crush, and she
was mighty mad about herself for crushing on someone like that,
especially someone a few years younger than she. But that was just the
way she was, she couldn't help herself. `Something wrong with her
head', her father would say, whenever he paid attention. `She should
go see a shrink', her mother usually added. But then they lost
interest, and the whole thing usually blew over. In a way, it was nice
to have parents that didn't care. Then she could mind her own
business, live her own life. At least that was what she told herself
to keep from falling into depression. Now, about Yamato...

He was thin. He hadn't been just as thin when she started crushing
over him. Not at all. He had dark rings underneath his eyes, his hair
wasn't as shiny as it used to be, the black shirt hung loosely around
his bony shoulders.

He hadn't answered her question, and he began to shift uncomfortably
underneath her gaze. He glared back at her, a faint blush brushing
over the bridge of his nose.

"What? I have food in my face or something?"

She shook her head. He looked away, taking another bite of salmon.
Then he muttered:

"I don't cut myself. I'm not like that, I don't have any reason to be
like that."

"You don't have to have some big reason for it", Jun mumbled. "If you
feel down, it's one way to relieve yourself from some stress."

"You sound like you know what you're talking about...?"

Now it was her turn to blush.

"Well... Not in reality, I don't. It's just... I have toyed with the
idea from time to time..."

He snorted.

"You? I find that kind of hard to believe."

"I know."

And she turned her attention back to her plate.

****

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ADULT Material! No one Under Legal Age May

Enter!

Koushiro frowned, then clicked the link. The page opened up, along
with six pop-up windows that the boy impatiently closed. Thanks to his
hacking-skills he had, after hours of work, managed to get access to a
pornographic site with a hidden chat-room where pedophiles could share
their experiences and thoughts with each other. A few of the pictures
on the site made the thirteen-year-old slightly sick to his stomach,
and he had a feeling he was playing with fire, but he had to know more
about this. He had to know more about how the minds of pedophiles
worked, had to know what made child abusers tick. He was worried - no,
feared - for Yamato. He felt that if his friend in some way was being
mistreated like this, he might not last so long among them. Yamato,
all though not weak, had a tendency to let his emotions rule over him.
And if those emotions told him to kill himself...? He needed help.

Koushiro opened up the chat, calling himself `babytoy', thinking it
would draw people's attention to him. And he was right, only one
minute after he had logged on, several men were already talking to
him, asking questions that made his stomach churn and his cheeks pale
visibly.

One man in particular seemed interested in him, especially since he
had slipped - completely by accident - that he lived in Tokyo. The man
wanted a private chat with him, and before Koushiro knew it, the man
had figured out that he wasn't just some adult playing a child, that
he indeed was a child, dealing with something he really should stay
clear from. The man, calling himself `Unknown', kept asking questions
that became dirtier by the second. And the last line from `Unknown'
made Koushiro's blood run cold as ice:

`Unknown: I will find you, you know. I have methods to track you down,
kiddo; I'm not lying. And then, I will drag you into my car, drive off
with you to a secluded place, and tear your fucking boy-pussy apart
with my big man-meat, doesn't that sound like fun?'

Koushiro closed the chat, then shut down the Internet and turned off
the computer. He sat still, staring at the now black screen, fear
closing around his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

What had he gotten himself into...?

****

`Unknown' logged off as soon as he noticed that the boy had signed
off. He pushed a few keys on the keyboard, clicked a few times with
his mouse, and a little dialogue box appeared, that said `Izumi
Koushiro, 1990,' and then his phone number and home address followed.
A smile found it's way to the man's face.

"Well then... Koushiro-kun... I will teach you not to butt into stuff
you don't understand." And, after printing out needed information,
Ishida Masaharu turned off his computer.

****

The night came. Jyou lay in darkness, his face wet with tears. He
didn't cry easily. He really didn't. But this day had brought so many
dark issues, issues he didn't have the slightest clue of how to deal
with, he had never felt so helpless in his entire life, and guilt ate
at him. Why hadn't he noticed something sooner? He had known Yamato
several years now, why hadn't he paid more attention to the boy?

With dark thoughts still roaming his mind, the fifteen-year-old slowly
drifted off to sleep.

Somehow he knew it was a dream. But such sweet a dream, he really
didn't mind the knowledge. It was wonderful anyway. He lay on a beach,
a Hawaiian beach, and the sun was slowly setting. The air wasn't too
hot, and a clear breeze blew in from the sea. At his side, another boy
was sleeping. A slim, blonde young god. Maybe it was a god from the
Greek mythology? He was stunningly beautiful... The god turned his
head and Jyou suddenly recognized him. It wasn't a god, but close
enough.

`Yamato...'

`Kiss me, Jyou', the beautiful creature whispered. `Make me yours.'

Jyou turned over to his side, pulling Yamato close to him. He lowered
his lips, and soon they connected with the younger boy's. Yamato was
willing and he parted his lips eagerly, allowing Jyou's tongue to
enter his hot, moist cave. Their tongues clashed with each other in an
ancient dance, hands roamed everywhere. Their briefs slid down slim
hips and their throbbing sexes touched each other, steamy as the night
itself. As a bird flew across the sky, Jyou turned Yamato over on his
stomach, then he placed himself on top of the younger boy, placing
soft kisses on the boy's shoulders and hair. He rubbed Yamato's behind
with his hands, kneeding the flesh and brushed his fingers teasingly
over the sensitive skin between the ball-sack and the anus. After a
foreplay that lasted a blissful eternity, Jyou positioned himself at
Yamato's entrance, then pushed...

A scream came from somewhere, waking him up. Sweaty and out of breath,
Jyou sat up in his bed, throwing the blanket off him. A strange scent
lingered in the room and he looked down on himself. He had... He
blushed as he realized he had had an ejaculation in his sleep, and
blushed even more when he realized that his mother would probably
notice when she washed the sheets.

With shaky legs he made it to the bathroom and quickly washed himself
off, hoping he wouldn't wake anyone up. Once clean, he slipped back
into his room, pulled the sheets from his bed and lay down on top of
it. In spite of himself, it didn't take long before he fell back to
sleep.

****

The midday sun was almost completely hidden behind huge clouds that
told of coming rains. The coffee-shop was crowded as Koushiro sat down
on the chair in front of Yamato. He had called the older boy, asking
to have a word with him. After a bit of hesitation, Yamato had agreed,
and they had decided they would talk it out over a cup of coffee. And
here they were.

"How was school today", Koushiro asked.

"Okay. I had a little run-in with Shinobu, but it wasn't all that bad.
And how was your day?"

"Great... Say, Yamato-kun..."

"Yeah?"

Koushiro paused, stirring his coffee a little with his spoon, his eyes
locked on the oily liquid.

"Have you... I mean... Is... Is everything all right?"

Yamato raised an eyebrow.

"No. I just quit my band and the guys hate my guts. Why should it be
okay?"

Koushiro looked up, his face slightly red.

"That's not exactly what I mean. I meant... Uh... Is everything all
right at home? I mean, with your father... He isn't... He isn't mean
to you, is he? I mean... I..."

Yamato had turned quite pale and his eyes had grown cold as ice. He
leaned back in his chair, his eyes digging into Koushiro's very mind,
or so it seemed.

"What the fuck are you implying?"

Koushiro jumped, his face flushing even more.

"It's just... I... I heard Jyou-san talk to Taichi-kun, and what he
said seemed quite suspicious, and I just wanted to know for sure..."

"Jyou has spoken to Taichi?" Yamato got to his feet, his fists
clenched.

"Well, not all that much, only... Uh... He asked questions. A few,
almost innocent questions, they really didn't..."

"Shut the hell up!"

Yamato's fist was dangerously close to Koushiro's face and the young
boy swallowed nervously. Other guests in the coffee-shop looked
curiously at them, and a waitress looked somewhat angry. Yamato seemed
to noticed, and calmed down. He grabbed his jacket and schoolbag, then
stormed out from the shop. Koushiro watched him leave, then buried his
face in his hands, his body shivering with dry sobs. After a minute or
more, he managed to pull himself together, so he paid the tab and
left.

****

Ishida Masaharu, who had hid behind a big newspaper, had heard the
entire conversation between his son and this little Koushiro-boy. One
of the Chosen Children. Of course, who else? Masaharu shook his head,
a faint smile on his lips. Well then... That little redhead was really
too nosy for his own good, someone had to teach him a lesson.

****

The doorbell rang. Jyou looked up from his mountain of homework and
sighed. Who disturbed him at this time of hour? Wasn't that awfully
rude? He had work to do, a lot of work. He slowly walked over to the
door and opened.

"Yes...?"

He caught a quick glimpse of Yamato's furious face, before the other
boy's fist connected with his jaw and Jyou found himself crashing hard
into the doorframe.

To Be Continued...