Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Little Child ❯ Chapter 4

[ 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 incest/rape, child-abuse,
and other dark subjects. Read at your own risk, please!

Another thing worth mentioning is that there will be some shounen-ai
hinting.

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...?

Big fat RAPE-warning on this chapter!! It's at the end, don't read if
it's not your cup of tea! ;_;

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 4

Ishida Masaharu rubbed his throbbing temples, staring hopelessly at
the screen before him. At this rate, there was no way he'd manage to
finish everything before the deadline. His thoughts had been to busy
with everything else besides his work, and it took it's toll now. He
could almost feel the editors tear his heart out and feeding it to the
cameramen. Not a pleasant feeling.

The entire mess with Yamato was slowly but steady getting out of hand.
If only the boy could behave normally and don't be such a
cock-tease... Him prancing around, shaking his tight behind whenever
he got the chance, ruined Masaharu's chances to have a normal, healthy
relationship with his son. And besides... The boy's friends began to
nose around far too much; that Koushiro boy was living proof of that.
If Masaharu got caught... Of course they would twist and turn it, bend
the truth so that it would be his fault. He'd spend a long time in
jail. His future would be ruined. And he really, really didn't like
the way other inmates treated the ones convicted of any kind of child
abuse and molestation.

If only he could find some way to make sure Koushiro kept his mouth
shut...

* * * *

The beautiful meadow in the Digital World was the perfect place for a
picknick. A lot of the Chosen Children had come together, those who
weren't present were Yamato, Mimi, Michael and Wallace. The three
later hadn't been informed of the meeting so they weren't missed.
Or... They were missed, but no one wondered about their where abouts.
Yamato on the other hand knew about it, and he hadn't shown.

Sora couldn't get rid of the uneasy feeling that she perhaps, had
something to do with it. She hoped she didn't, but one never knew.
Maybe he thought her to be too pushy, that he didn't want to see her.
But she wasn't in love with him any more. Not with him, nor with
Taichi. But since she hadn't shown either one of the boys that her
feelings had died out, maybe they still thougth she was... Shaking her
head and frowning at herself, the athletic redhead walked over to a
beautiful palmtree and leaned against it's trunk.

Miyako and Hikari slowly approached her, worried looks on their faces.

"Sora-san", Miyako said as they reached her. "What's the matter? We're
having a party here, but you really don't look like you're enjoying
yourself. Do... do you have stomach cramps?"

Sora immediately realized what the younger girl meant, and she blushed
furiously.

"No, I don't! It's just... Look around! Does it look to you as if
we're enjoying ourselves here? Jyou is walking around with a bruise
bigger than Hokkaido on his cheek, but he won't tell us where he got
it, Koushiro looks like he's afraid of his own shadow, but he won't
tell us why, and Yamato isn't here at all."

"True", Hikari mumbled. "And not even Takeru knows why he didn't come.
It's pretty strange..."

Miyako twined a link of her beautiful, purple hair between her
fingers, tilting her head to the side.

"Boys are strange. Maybe... Maybe Taichi and Yamato were in a fight,
and they don't want to see eachother because of that?"

Hikari shook her head, red eyes thoughtful.

"I don't think so. Niichan would have told me. And he seems fairly
happy anyway. He usually mopes around quite a bit if he and Yamato are
at eachother's troaths."

Sora's eyes slowly made their way from Taichi over to the short
redhaired boy with black eyes that sat next to Tentomon, talking to
the insect-digimon in a low voice.

"Can someone tell me what's wrong with him, then? Very little bothers
Koushiro, you know... And now he seem very, very edgy. Something's
extremely wrong here, but I don't have a clue what it could be..."

The two younger girls first looked at Sora, then over at Koushiro, at
eachother, then back to Sora again, both shaking their heads,
simultaniously. Sora blinked, then remembered that they were connected
by their Jogress-bond. Creapy thing, that. What if she herself was
connected to Mimi that way? Wouldn't that feel like someone really was
inviding your private space? But if it was Mimi, maybe it was all
right... At the thought, she blushed, blinking to clear her thoughts.
How did she always manage to drift away like this?

"Oh..." she answered Hikari and Miyako. "Too bad..."

* * * *

Koushiro watched as Jyou and Iori haunched over a big, colorful
flower, making observations and taking notes. Jyou's bruise bothered
the younger boy, he figured Yamato had beaten Jyou because of his big
mouth. Then it was his fault that Jyou hurt, and his fault that Yamato
probably hurt right now, wherever he was.

Koushiro had tried to talk with Jyou about it, had tried to bring the
bluehaired youth to a seculed place so that they could have a much
needed discussion, but Jyou didn't seem too eager about it, so the
opportunity had never appeared.

"You're awfully quiet today", Taichi observed as he sat down next to
his redhaired friend. "What's wrong?"

Koushiro bit his lip, looking down on his hands. Tentomon snapped to
attention, nodding to himself, then quietly flew off to talk to
Armadimon, leaving the two boys alone.

"I don't know, Taichi... I think I might be getting into something way
over my head, and I'm scared. But I can't back out, not now, so I
don't really know what to do..."

Taichi blinked and Koushiro could hear him draw his breath.

"You serious?"

"Deadly."

"But... But what the hell are you messing with then, Koushiro? Man, I
don't get this... First Jyou's acting mighty strange and now you
too... What's going on? Koushiro, tell me!"

Koushiro tore his eyes away from his hands, glancing over at Taichi's
trusted face. More than anything, the shorter boy wanted nothing
except lean his head agaist Taichi's shoulder for support and energy,
but he couldn't do that. He couldn't, he mustn't burden Taichi with
this, not yet. Taichi and Yamato were so close... What if Taichi would
feel betrayed by Yamato because the golden boy hadn't confided in him?
Then Koushiro would have messed up yet another friendship, just as he
had done with Jyou and Yamato.

"I can't tell you..."

"Oh." Taichi looked hurt and angry, but then his features softened up
and he almost grinned. "Say... Mom makes wonderful pancakes. We're
having it tonight. You wanna spend the night? We could stay up late
and watch horror movies!"

Koushiro shook his head at the sheepish look on Taichi's face, then
nodded, grinning himself.

"I'd love too! But no horror movies, you hear?"

"Great!"

"Great. And I'll come over to your place at... say... 8.00 PM?"

"8,00 PM it is. Cool!"

* * * *

The monotone thumping of the subway didn't do much to brighten his
mind. Yamato sighed, rubbing his temples in a way quite similar to his
father. He hadn't spoken to either Jyou nor Koushiro the entire day.
Still, he wasn't mad. Not really anyway. He felt betrayed, that Jyou
would say anything that confidential to someone, but still... Maybe it
was too much to ask from Jyou that he should keep quiet... Silence was
golden, yes, but sometimes that gold was hard earned.

The blonde teenager hummed quietly to himself, the tune TM
Revolution's "Heart of Sword". He didn't do in because he was in the
mood for a song, it was more that he needed some music around him. He
missed the band, his harmonica lay in a cupboard at home, and he
didn't have a walkman with him right now. He would be home soon
anyway, just a few blocks away from the subway-station.

A part of him realy wanted to make up with Jyou, he realized as he
walked the short distance from the station to his apartment. He felt
bad for hitting the older boy, felt bad for shouting at him. He hated
to see Jyou's face twisted into a mask of desperate sadness, caused by
himself.

A part of Yamato wanted to make Jyou feel really good about himself.

* * * *

Yamato opened the door to the apartment, frowning. It was dark. Was
his dad working late again? Looked like it. Oh well... With any luck
that would mean that the man would be deadly tired when he came home,
and that would mean that he wouldn't visit his son's bed this night.

Yamato sighed, sat down at the table and poured himself some milk and
cornflakes. He began to eat.

* * * *

Masaharu gritted his teeth, walking along the dark alleyway. This was
a shortcut to his home, he was late, and Yamato was probably home,
waiting with the dinner. The probably very cold dinner. Suddenly the
man jumped, his eyes widening.

* * * *

Koushiro glared at the watch. How dared it already show 7.56 PM? He
would be late. Then Taichi might think he didn't want to come. And
that wasn't the truth at all. The reason he was late was that he had
installed a new software on his computer, and it had taken longer than
Koushiro had estimated.

Noticing a dark, unfriendly alley, the young boy stopped, thinking. It
was unsafe to walk along dark roads as that one all by himself. On the
other hand, it wasn't a long walk, and Taichi's apartment lay just
half a mile ahead from here. Taking a deep breath, the boy came to a
decision, and entered the alley.

After perhaps twelve seconds, it happened.

A hand came from nowhere, slapping down on his mouth. Another hand
came and wrapped itself around his vaist, the fingers painfully
groping for his crotch. Koushiro's eyes widened in terror as he felt a
big, bulky body being pressed to his back. He could hear the man's
labored breathing, could smell his musky scent of sweat, aftershave
and arousal, could feel how the man's sex pressed against the small of
his back through layers of fabric.

"I told you I'd find you, brat", the man hissed behind him, the voice
thick with lust. "Now I'm going to give you what you were asking
for..."

Koushiro tried his best to fight back, but the man had obviously
expected it, and he gripped the boy around his troath with one hand,
the other hand delivering two hard blows to the child's stomach.
Koushiro gasped in pain and his sight became blurry from lack of
oxygen and pain. Unable to fight back, he couldn't prevent the man
from throwing him onto the ground and ripping his clothes off. But as
the man stood up to remove his own clothing, Koushiro saw his
opportunity and tried to crawl away.

The rapist cursed under his breath and quickly followed the boy,
grabbing him by one arm and throwing him into the wall of a rundown
building. Koushiro could feel something snap inside of him, a rib
perhaps, and the disgusting taste of blood filled his mouth, forcing
him to cough. And then the man was on top of him, groping, pinching,
biting, kissing... hurting. As the man finally managed to get beyond
the boy's physical defences and his sex slid into the child, he
whispered in Koushiro's ear:

"And now you stay the fuck out of Yamato's private buisness, do you
understand?"

And then Koushiro knew who the rapist was.

* * * *

Ishida Masaharu wiped himself off the best he could, buttoned his
shirt and brushed a hand through his hair. He looked around carefully,
and then, making sure no one saw him, he walked away from the alley,
towards his home.

And in the alley, Izumi Koushiro lay, bleeding, battered and broken,
his glazed over eyes staring numbly at nothing at all, blood pooling
underneath him.

To Be Continued...