Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Slayers ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: WoOoBiE1227 
Takeru's mission begins, but its only the beginning. The Dark Slayers have begun their problems once they hear of their rival gang coming into the picture.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.27.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 300 | Status: Work In Progress
Takeru's mission begins, but its only the beginning. The Dark Slayers have begun their problems once they hear of their rival gang coming into the picture.
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.27.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 300 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: I really hope you enjoy this story. It was really popular on Fanfiction.net, until it was deleted by the Admin, for somewhat reason I don't know. I decided to post it on this site in hopes of getting this story finished. I was so close to finishing it!
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The Yagami Manor was in an unusually somber mood.Taichi had long retired into his own chambers, leaving behind his four most trusted companions in the lavish living room. Each men were still dressed in the suits; one idly smoking a cigarette, one typing on his laptop, another one fixing his glasses,while the other efficiently cleaned his gun.
The smoker's long navy hair was pulled back in a single plait that fell past his shoulders, the top three buttons of his shirt unfastened while his tie lay uselessly beside him. Stray stands of his locks framed his charming face as he watched under hooded eyes the almost hypnotic swirls his smoke was creating.
The red haired computer wizard was neatly dressed in his suit as he continuously typed the keys on his laptop.
With his eyes the red haired man glanced over at his friend. "I thought Yolei told you to quit." He said casually.
Ken shrugged as he continually blew smoke ringlets into the air.
"Those are going to kill you or at the very least get you hooked up to a machine," Jyou warned.
In response Ken inhaled deeply and blew a puff of smoke in Yamato's direction as if to make a point. "If it isn't this, it would only be something else."
"Like this?" Yamato suggested, snapping the barrel of his gun in place before pointing it directly at Koushiro- all in the blink of an eye. "Feeling lucky?"
Without flinching Koushiro replied. "I saw you take the bullets out."
He pulled the trigger. Nothing.
Jyou raised an eyebrow in a mocking way before Yamato unloaded the gun's chamber and revealed four bullets still inside the barrel. "I'd say you were pretty lucky." He smirked and after a short pause Jyou laughed.
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Taichi stood shirtless outside on his terrace. His hands rested over the railing while he overlooked the slumbering city of Odaiba. He should have felt great sadness in the loss of parents, he should of mourned there deaths like Hikari who had wept openly at the service. But he felt nothing. To feel sadness meant that he would have had to first feel compassion. He had no love for his father.
The night wind picked up and the tattoo of a eagle in flight across his back was half hidden by his his long brown hair. He vaguely regretted not wearing his robe when his senses picked up an approaching presence.
"Tai..." he felt a warm breath on his cheek as a soft, smooth hand clasped over his. He smiled faintly and turned his head slightly to face his wife. She smiled back, wide and beautiful giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Why are you still awake?" He said softly asSora rested her head gently on his shoulder.
"Why are you?" She replied.
"I couldn't sleep."
"I noticed." She kissed his jaw softly. "What weighs so heavily on your mind?" Taichi looked at her questioningly. "I've known you all my life. I know when something is bothering you."
He sighed before directing his gaze to the night sky. "Today myparents was buried. The days of mourning has ended. Tomorrow our lives are in much danger." He turned around to face her directly. "Are you scared?"
She tilted her chin up defiantly. "No."
He brushed the hair from her eyes before he cupped her cheek tenderly. "You should be." He offered a reassuring smile though his eyes held much apprehension.
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Takeru blinked steadily up at his ceiling. For hours he had lay in his bed unable to sleep. His mind had yet to digest the information that had been pounded almost ruthlessly into his head this morning.
The Dark Slayers.
As a boy growing up half of his life in the town's orphanage Takeru had not known much. He remembered watching from afar, with envious eyes, the glamorised life of a gangster; the money, the women but most important of all - the respect. Nobody dared to defy The Dark Slayers.
...except The Flares.
Takeru remembered the territorial wars vividly. For years the streets of Odaiba were plagued with shootouts and fatal clashes. The causalities for both sides were high, the death of innocent civilians even higher.
Beside him, Takeru switched on the desk light. He reached over and picked up the folder he had been studying all day.
It was during these bloody years that Takeru had suffered much disillusionment from the glamorous life of a criminal and had instead become a police officer he would protect the people who could not protect themselves.
For more then a decade Odaiba had lived in relative peace, undisturbed until now...
The threat of another gang war, like a brewing storm cloud, hung heavily over Odaiba.
Takeru flipped open the file.
Now they wanted him to go undercover into the world, that at one point, Takeru would have given anything to be a part of.
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He flipped inanely through the papers until a photo became unattached and slid to the floor. After he had leaned over to pick up the snapshot, he squinted at the picture of Hikari and wondered bitterly if this was what people called irony. The room was spacious and lavish to say the least; the velvet curtains pulled back to let in the still dawning sun.
Yagami Taichi scowled leaning back against the smooth leather of his arm chair, staring up at his office ceiling. "So we still know nothing?"
From his spot by the window Kido Jyou looked over. "It has to be The Flares. They purposely came to the funeral to deride us."
Taichi sighed and rested his elbows on the table. "So what do we do now?"
Any reply to the Yagami's question was interrupted by a loud ringing from the desktop telephone.
"What?" Taichi snapped as answered. "What?" He said again, his tone lower and more threatening as his eyes narrowed. "He signed the papers he has to sell it to me." He paused. "Well fix it. What do you mean you can't?" His jaw clenched together. "That was his last chance. Fix it." He repeated. "Or I will." Then Taichi hanged up, clenching both his hands together.
"It seems Mr. Watanabe has rejected my offer..." The Yagami said slowly as he rested his head on the arch his clasped hands created. "I want that printing business, by any means necessary."
His gaze calmly shifted from Jyou, Yamato, and Koushiro and then back again.
"Well since my way didn't work..." Koushiro began.
"Negotiations are for the weak."Yamato cut in and smirked when Koushiro rolled his eyes at him.
"Fine," Koushiro said as he stood up, because if he didn't have to he'd rather not argue. "We'll do it your way."
"We always end up doing it my way."
"People are too stubborn for their own good nowadays."
Takeru blinked sleepily at his reflection and blindly felt for his toothbrush. It had been am uneasy sleep and the knot his stomach tightened at the prospect of his mission officially beginning in a matter of hours.
He slowly began to brush his teeth as he reminded himself of his new identity. His name was Fuun Takeru and he was a student at Odaiba University. Somehow his Captain managed to pull some strings or called up a friend of a friend who owed him a favour because this institution was reserved for the insanely rich or the incredibly smart.Takeru was in between. Not really rich and an average student, but according to Gennai, Hikari was both.
He sighed as he spat out the foam and rinsed his mouth. He tended to avoid the smart and the rich as he felt they tended to look down on him. He scratched his chest as he wandered towards the kitchen of his one bedroom apartment and decided thatfood was just what he needed to calm his nerves.
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A stout balding man sighed as he braked at the sudden change to red on the traffic lights; he was definitely going to be late for that meeting now. The last thing he wanted was to have Yagami Taichi control another printing company.
So lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the sleek, black convertible that pulled up beside him.
"Mr. Watanabe?"
The man looked up at the sound of his name. The stranger's face though hidden behind dark shades was vaguely familiar. The diamond stud in his ear glinted in the early morning sun causing Mr. Watanabe to avert his eyes and when he looked back the driver was replaced by another man with dark shades pointing a gun directly at him.
Before Mr. Watanabe could register what was going on he slumped forward onto his dashboard. A thin river of blood trickled from the bullet wound to his head.
Yamato pulled his arm back as Koushiro came back into view, having adjusted his seat to lean back before.
"It's a shame." The brunette said as he changed the gears. "I liked him."
Beside him Jyou scoffed before he said. "Green"
Without a second glance the black Porsche pulled away as the other vehicles honked angrily at the jam in traffic.
Taichi was then reminded of something when he noticed Ken's presence isn't around. "Oh, be sure to tell Ken about our little incident once he gets out of school." Jyou and Yamato nodded.
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Takeru stood alone in one of the university's many corridors. He had been wandering around vaguely for the past hour and wasn't sure if he was in the west wing or the east-west wing. He also had not found Hikari.
The blonde then suddenly had the bright idea of walking backwards to retrace his steps in an attempt to get back to his starting point. So caught up in the brilliance of his idea he didn't notice the woman carefully balancing a column of books appear behind him.
He crashed ungracefully into the unsuspecting female causing her to drop her books.
Takeru immediately apologised as he scrambled to retrieve all the fallen books.
"No, no." The woman brushed back her violet hair. "It was my fault I should have watched where I was going."
The blonde looked up and for the first time came face to face with her. She smiled and thanked Takeru as she took the books from his grasp. The blonde didn't move as he stared. The woman stood and brushed herself off before continuing her way down the corridor.
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"Where are we going?" Jyou finally said as he acknowledged the unfamiliar roads.
"Checking on the wife" Yamato replied.
The darker haired man observed the chaos that ensured outside their destination. "What the fuck?"
"Mm hm. . ." the blonde replied dryly obviously not impressed.
In the midst of the disorder a beautiful brunette darted back and forth between people delivering an assortment of pastries.
"Pastries?" A voice, coming from behind her said disbelievingly.
She twirled around and was greeted by the bored look of her beloved husband. "What are you doing up so early?" Mimi looked surprised, rarely was he awake at such an hour.
"Awake? I haven't gone to bed yet." He yawned to prove his point. "You didn't notice?"
"Well I went to sleep early and I guess I was so caught up in all of this," she waved her arms around, "that I might not have noticed?" She offered an apologetic smile as he raised an eyebrow at her. "So what were you doing anyway?" She asked as a delivery man approached with a clipboard. The cluster of diamonds on her right hand glittered as she signed the papers.
"Negotiating" Yamato replied as he looked around. "So... pastries?" He repeated incredulously.
"Yeah" She smiled looking almost proud before she noticed the sceptical expression onYamato's face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing" He said quickly. "But...pastries?"
"Everybody loves pastries." Mimi said daring him to object.
He scratched his head. "But pastries are so...cheap."
"No," she denied, "Not really."
Yamato just stared back at her.
"Ok so it might never turn into a million dollar empire like all your businesses but it isn't about the money." Her head tilted to the side and her hands were firmly on her hips and that settled it.
Yamato nodded, it was too early in the morning to be arguing. "Ok, as long as you like it. That's all that matters."
Apparently the man said the right thing as Mimi wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck and kissed him softly. "I love it. Thank you."
"Just don't come complaining to me when the work gets too hard."
She pouted. "I won't."
Yamato returned to an impatient Jyou leaning against the side of the waiting car with Koushiro.
"She said she was bored at home." The blonde defended before the blue haired man could say anything.
"Next time have a baby." Jyou suggested as they got back into the car. "I'll be glad to deliver it." Koushiro stifled a laugh while Yamato glared at the two.
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The Yagami Manor was in an unusually somber mood.Taichi had long retired into his own chambers, leaving behind his four most trusted companions in the lavish living room. Each men were still dressed in the suits; one idly smoking a cigarette, one typing on his laptop, another one fixing his glasses,while the other efficiently cleaned his gun.
The smoker's long navy hair was pulled back in a single plait that fell past his shoulders, the top three buttons of his shirt unfastened while his tie lay uselessly beside him. Stray stands of his locks framed his charming face as he watched under hooded eyes the almost hypnotic swirls his smoke was creating.
The red haired computer wizard was neatly dressed in his suit as he continuously typed the keys on his laptop.
With his eyes the red haired man glanced over at his friend. "I thought Yolei told you to quit." He said casually.
Ken shrugged as he continually blew smoke ringlets into the air.
"Those are going to kill you or at the very least get you hooked up to a machine," Jyou warned.
In response Ken inhaled deeply and blew a puff of smoke in Yamato's direction as if to make a point. "If it isn't this, it would only be something else."
"Like this?" Yamato suggested, snapping the barrel of his gun in place before pointing it directly at Koushiro- all in the blink of an eye. "Feeling lucky?"
Without flinching Koushiro replied. "I saw you take the bullets out."
He pulled the trigger. Nothing.
Jyou raised an eyebrow in a mocking way before Yamato unloaded the gun's chamber and revealed four bullets still inside the barrel. "I'd say you were pretty lucky." He smirked and after a short pause Jyou laughed.
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Taichi stood shirtless outside on his terrace. His hands rested over the railing while he overlooked the slumbering city of Odaiba. He should have felt great sadness in the loss of parents, he should of mourned there deaths like Hikari who had wept openly at the service. But he felt nothing. To feel sadness meant that he would have had to first feel compassion. He had no love for his father.
The night wind picked up and the tattoo of a eagle in flight across his back was half hidden by his his long brown hair. He vaguely regretted not wearing his robe when his senses picked up an approaching presence.
"Tai..." he felt a warm breath on his cheek as a soft, smooth hand clasped over his. He smiled faintly and turned his head slightly to face his wife. She smiled back, wide and beautiful giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Why are you still awake?" He said softly asSora rested her head gently on his shoulder.
"Why are you?" She replied.
"I couldn't sleep."
"I noticed." She kissed his jaw softly. "What weighs so heavily on your mind?" Taichi looked at her questioningly. "I've known you all my life. I know when something is bothering you."
He sighed before directing his gaze to the night sky. "Today myparents was buried. The days of mourning has ended. Tomorrow our lives are in much danger." He turned around to face her directly. "Are you scared?"
She tilted her chin up defiantly. "No."
He brushed the hair from her eyes before he cupped her cheek tenderly. "You should be." He offered a reassuring smile though his eyes held much apprehension.
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Takeru blinked steadily up at his ceiling. For hours he had lay in his bed unable to sleep. His mind had yet to digest the information that had been pounded almost ruthlessly into his head this morning.
The Dark Slayers.
As a boy growing up half of his life in the town's orphanage Takeru had not known much. He remembered watching from afar, with envious eyes, the glamorised life of a gangster; the money, the women but most important of all - the respect. Nobody dared to defy The Dark Slayers.
...except The Flares.
Takeru remembered the territorial wars vividly. For years the streets of Odaiba were plagued with shootouts and fatal clashes. The causalities for both sides were high, the death of innocent civilians even higher.
Beside him, Takeru switched on the desk light. He reached over and picked up the folder he had been studying all day.
It was during these bloody years that Takeru had suffered much disillusionment from the glamorous life of a criminal and had instead become a police officer he would protect the people who could not protect themselves.
For more then a decade Odaiba had lived in relative peace, undisturbed until now...
The threat of another gang war, like a brewing storm cloud, hung heavily over Odaiba.
Takeru flipped open the file.
Now they wanted him to go undercover into the world, that at one point, Takeru would have given anything to be a part of.
----------
He flipped inanely through the papers until a photo became unattached and slid to the floor. After he had leaned over to pick up the snapshot, he squinted at the picture of Hikari and wondered bitterly if this was what people called irony. The room was spacious and lavish to say the least; the velvet curtains pulled back to let in the still dawning sun.
Yagami Taichi scowled leaning back against the smooth leather of his arm chair, staring up at his office ceiling. "So we still know nothing?"
From his spot by the window Kido Jyou looked over. "It has to be The Flares. They purposely came to the funeral to deride us."
Taichi sighed and rested his elbows on the table. "So what do we do now?"
Any reply to the Yagami's question was interrupted by a loud ringing from the desktop telephone.
"What?" Taichi snapped as answered. "What?" He said again, his tone lower and more threatening as his eyes narrowed. "He signed the papers he has to sell it to me." He paused. "Well fix it. What do you mean you can't?" His jaw clenched together. "That was his last chance. Fix it." He repeated. "Or I will." Then Taichi hanged up, clenching both his hands together.
"It seems Mr. Watanabe has rejected my offer..." The Yagami said slowly as he rested his head on the arch his clasped hands created. "I want that printing business, by any means necessary."
His gaze calmly shifted from Jyou, Yamato, and Koushiro and then back again.
"Well since my way didn't work..." Koushiro began.
"Negotiations are for the weak."Yamato cut in and smirked when Koushiro rolled his eyes at him.
"Fine," Koushiro said as he stood up, because if he didn't have to he'd rather not argue. "We'll do it your way."
"We always end up doing it my way."
"People are too stubborn for their own good nowadays."
Takeru blinked sleepily at his reflection and blindly felt for his toothbrush. It had been am uneasy sleep and the knot his stomach tightened at the prospect of his mission officially beginning in a matter of hours.
He slowly began to brush his teeth as he reminded himself of his new identity. His name was Fuun Takeru and he was a student at Odaiba University. Somehow his Captain managed to pull some strings or called up a friend of a friend who owed him a favour because this institution was reserved for the insanely rich or the incredibly smart.Takeru was in between. Not really rich and an average student, but according to Gennai, Hikari was both.
He sighed as he spat out the foam and rinsed his mouth. He tended to avoid the smart and the rich as he felt they tended to look down on him. He scratched his chest as he wandered towards the kitchen of his one bedroom apartment and decided thatfood was just what he needed to calm his nerves.
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A stout balding man sighed as he braked at the sudden change to red on the traffic lights; he was definitely going to be late for that meeting now. The last thing he wanted was to have Yagami Taichi control another printing company.
So lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the sleek, black convertible that pulled up beside him.
"Mr. Watanabe?"
The man looked up at the sound of his name. The stranger's face though hidden behind dark shades was vaguely familiar. The diamond stud in his ear glinted in the early morning sun causing Mr. Watanabe to avert his eyes and when he looked back the driver was replaced by another man with dark shades pointing a gun directly at him.
Before Mr. Watanabe could register what was going on he slumped forward onto his dashboard. A thin river of blood trickled from the bullet wound to his head.
Yamato pulled his arm back as Koushiro came back into view, having adjusted his seat to lean back before.
"It's a shame." The brunette said as he changed the gears. "I liked him."
Beside him Jyou scoffed before he said. "Green"
Without a second glance the black Porsche pulled away as the other vehicles honked angrily at the jam in traffic.
Taichi was then reminded of something when he noticed Ken's presence isn't around. "Oh, be sure to tell Ken about our little incident once he gets out of school." Jyou and Yamato nodded.
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Takeru stood alone in one of the university's many corridors. He had been wandering around vaguely for the past hour and wasn't sure if he was in the west wing or the east-west wing. He also had not found Hikari.
The blonde then suddenly had the bright idea of walking backwards to retrace his steps in an attempt to get back to his starting point. So caught up in the brilliance of his idea he didn't notice the woman carefully balancing a column of books appear behind him.
He crashed ungracefully into the unsuspecting female causing her to drop her books.
Takeru immediately apologised as he scrambled to retrieve all the fallen books.
"No, no." The woman brushed back her violet hair. "It was my fault I should have watched where I was going."
The blonde looked up and for the first time came face to face with her. She smiled and thanked Takeru as she took the books from his grasp. The blonde didn't move as he stared. The woman stood and brushed herself off before continuing her way down the corridor.
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"Where are we going?" Jyou finally said as he acknowledged the unfamiliar roads.
"Checking on the wife" Yamato replied.
The darker haired man observed the chaos that ensured outside their destination. "What the fuck?"
"Mm hm. . ." the blonde replied dryly obviously not impressed.
In the midst of the disorder a beautiful brunette darted back and forth between people delivering an assortment of pastries.
"Pastries?" A voice, coming from behind her said disbelievingly.
She twirled around and was greeted by the bored look of her beloved husband. "What are you doing up so early?" Mimi looked surprised, rarely was he awake at such an hour.
"Awake? I haven't gone to bed yet." He yawned to prove his point. "You didn't notice?"
"Well I went to sleep early and I guess I was so caught up in all of this," she waved her arms around, "that I might not have noticed?" She offered an apologetic smile as he raised an eyebrow at her. "So what were you doing anyway?" She asked as a delivery man approached with a clipboard. The cluster of diamonds on her right hand glittered as she signed the papers.
"Negotiating" Yamato replied as he looked around. "So... pastries?" He repeated incredulously.
"Yeah" She smiled looking almost proud before she noticed the sceptical expression onYamato's face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing" He said quickly. "But...pastries?"
"Everybody loves pastries." Mimi said daring him to object.
He scratched his head. "But pastries are so...cheap."
"No," she denied, "Not really."
Yamato just stared back at her.
"Ok so it might never turn into a million dollar empire like all your businesses but it isn't about the money." Her head tilted to the side and her hands were firmly on her hips and that settled it.
Yamato nodded, it was too early in the morning to be arguing. "Ok, as long as you like it. That's all that matters."
Apparently the man said the right thing as Mimi wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck and kissed him softly. "I love it. Thank you."
"Just don't come complaining to me when the work gets too hard."
She pouted. "I won't."
Yamato returned to an impatient Jyou leaning against the side of the waiting car with Koushiro.
"She said she was bored at home." The blonde defended before the blue haired man could say anything.
"Next time have a baby." Jyou suggested as they got back into the car. "I'll be glad to deliver it." Koushiro stifled a laugh while Yamato glared at the two.