Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Fine Print ❯ Revelations of the Soul ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Fluffylightyaoiboi 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 554 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 554 | Status: Completed
Authors Note: Busy, busy, busy! School is about to start again, and my time for writing is gonna shrink dramatically. Updates will be few and far between. But that's two weeks away. Until then, enjoy this sex-less chapter of The Fine Print.
Revelations of the Soul
The sun was warm as Daisuke limped up the steps to Takeru's fathers apartment. His cast had just come off, but the pain in his leg still hadn't gone away. The doctor kept saying it was just "phantom pain", but it was enough to keep the young boy on the couch with his leg propped on a pillow for most of the day.
Today, on the other hand, was different. He'd been sitting around all week, and working his leg muscles to that he'd have enough strength to come and see his lover; not for sex, but just to say hello. Daisuke was still peeved that the blonde hadn't come to visit him in the hospital, let alone make a phone call to talk to him. So, he was here to find out why. His fist rapped on the door of the apartment, and rested on his unhurt leg as he waited for it to open.
The surprise on Takeru's face when he opened the door quickly turned into fear. "Uh...Dai! Uh...how are you?"
Daisuke pushed passed the blonde, entered the apartment, and went straight for the couch. He flopped down and put up his leg, then turned a smug face on his lover. "Me? Oh, I'm alright...except I'm in excruciating pain...and you didn't visit me in the hospital.'
"Well, I...I can explain that..." Takeru started, but was cut off by Daisuke.
"Can you? Can you?! Can you really explain why you didn't come to visit your boyfriend in the hospital? When he needed you the most? CAN YOU?! Goddamit! How can you justify it? Please, do explain..."
"I...I was busy. You see, I was busy helping Iori with his Kendo practices. He's trying to move up in class level, and he needed someone to coach him, and I just thought..." The blonde was cut off again by Daisuke's irate voice.
"Busy?! Too busy to take five minutes to come and see me? That's a poor excuse. And besides, what the hell do you know about Kendo? You've never even held a boduken!"
Takeru scratched the back of his head. "Yeah...but he just needed someone to cheer him on, and I thought..."
He was cut off yet again, but this time by a younger voice. "Take-kun? What's going on out here?" Iori, wrapped only in a thin, white sheet, came stumbling groggily from the blonde's bedroom. He lifted his hand and used his wrist to wipe sleep from his eyes. "...I was sleepin'...and all of this shouting woke me up..."
Takeru's eyes were wide with horror. He quickly turned to look at Daisuke. The brown eyes on the goggle-boy were stone cold. The leg that was in pain slowly lifted from the table and was set on the ground. The body that had laid in a hospital bed for three weeks rose painfully from the couch and started to move towards Takeru. The mouth that had once pleasured the young blonde was now in the most terrifying grimace.
Daisuke limped up to Takeru. His mouth opened and his voice sounded hoarse and low, "You sonofabitch..."
Takeru turned pale. "Listen...I..." Before he could finish that sentence, Daisuke's fist shot out and slammed into his stomach. All the air in Takeru's lungs escaped at impact. A noise that sounded like choking came from his throat briefly.
"You what? Never meant to hurt me? Never meant for me to find out you were sleeping with an eleven year old boy?! Never meant to cause me the pain I'm feeling?! TOO LATE!" The other fist slammed into Takeru's left eye, and the blonde stumbled and hit the ground. As Iori ran over to tend to him, Daisuke continued to rant. "How fucking DARE YOU! I loved you! I gave you my heart and soul...AND my virginity! And you go off and fuck a stupid kid?! You betray me for a little snotball?! Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck your excuses, AND FUCK YOUR LOVE! I hope you burn in hell!"
He turned and limped quickly to the door. As he threw it open, he noticed that Iori was completely nude: the sheet dropped when he went to Takeru's aid. A sneer appeared on his face as he spoke to the young boy. "You little shit. If I ever see you on the street alone, you'll get a taste of pain you've never felt! Put some clothes on you fucking whore!"
As the door slammed shut, Iori's trembling hand took a wash rag to the bleeding cut on the blonde boys eye. Takeru shook his head. "Oh God, Iori...what have I done?"
***
Ken opened the door to his apartment and found someone there he hadn't seen in two weeks. "Dai! What's wrong? You don't look good. Come in and sit down." He wrapped his arm around Daisuke and helped him in to an armchair. After setting his friend down, he sat down on the coffee table right across from him. "Do you need something to drink? Anything you need..."
"Water. Cold water." The response sounded painful, as if it was hurting Daisuke to speak. Ken nodded and quickly retrieved a bottle of cold water. He opened it and handed it to Daisuke, who quickly took a long gulp. "Thank you..."
Ken sat down on the table again. "So, what's wrong? You never come here without calling, so this must be bad."
Daisuke looked into the former emperor's eyes, and saw a caring soul behind them. His eyes welled with tears as he began to fall apart. "I...I've been...I've been sleeping with...Takeru for...for almost over six months. He didn't come to...he didn't visit me in the hospital. So, I went to his...his apartment to find out why. I started yelling at him and...and...and Iori..." He started to sob as he tried to get out the last part of the story. "Iori...he...Oh God, Ken! He's been sleeping with Iori! An eleven year old boy! Oh God!"
Ken's blinked in shock. This wasn't what he had expected to hear. None of it was making sense. "I...I'm sorry." He bit his lip as Daisuke started wailing, and tears of pain started streaming down his face. What can I do? I've never dealt with anything like this before...
The raven haired boy moved over to the armchair and pushed his way onto it. He picked up Daisuke and set him on his lap. His arms wrapped around the young man and held him gently. "It's ok, Dai. I'm here. I..." He thought of the next words carefully. "I'll always be here. You can trust me on that."
Daisuke nodded into his friends shoulder, and continued to cry. Ken started to rock him back and forth, like a baby. "I'll always be here, my goggle boy..."
Authors Note: Damn. I took out some anger with THAT chapter. Anywho, R&R. I appreciate it. Hope all has been well for everyone this summer, and I hope school is kind to you all!
Revelations of the Soul
The sun was warm as Daisuke limped up the steps to Takeru's fathers apartment. His cast had just come off, but the pain in his leg still hadn't gone away. The doctor kept saying it was just "phantom pain", but it was enough to keep the young boy on the couch with his leg propped on a pillow for most of the day.
Today, on the other hand, was different. He'd been sitting around all week, and working his leg muscles to that he'd have enough strength to come and see his lover; not for sex, but just to say hello. Daisuke was still peeved that the blonde hadn't come to visit him in the hospital, let alone make a phone call to talk to him. So, he was here to find out why. His fist rapped on the door of the apartment, and rested on his unhurt leg as he waited for it to open.
The surprise on Takeru's face when he opened the door quickly turned into fear. "Uh...Dai! Uh...how are you?"
Daisuke pushed passed the blonde, entered the apartment, and went straight for the couch. He flopped down and put up his leg, then turned a smug face on his lover. "Me? Oh, I'm alright...except I'm in excruciating pain...and you didn't visit me in the hospital.'
"Well, I...I can explain that..." Takeru started, but was cut off by Daisuke.
"Can you? Can you?! Can you really explain why you didn't come to visit your boyfriend in the hospital? When he needed you the most? CAN YOU?! Goddamit! How can you justify it? Please, do explain..."
"I...I was busy. You see, I was busy helping Iori with his Kendo practices. He's trying to move up in class level, and he needed someone to coach him, and I just thought..." The blonde was cut off again by Daisuke's irate voice.
"Busy?! Too busy to take five minutes to come and see me? That's a poor excuse. And besides, what the hell do you know about Kendo? You've never even held a boduken!"
Takeru scratched the back of his head. "Yeah...but he just needed someone to cheer him on, and I thought..."
He was cut off yet again, but this time by a younger voice. "Take-kun? What's going on out here?" Iori, wrapped only in a thin, white sheet, came stumbling groggily from the blonde's bedroom. He lifted his hand and used his wrist to wipe sleep from his eyes. "...I was sleepin'...and all of this shouting woke me up..."
Takeru's eyes were wide with horror. He quickly turned to look at Daisuke. The brown eyes on the goggle-boy were stone cold. The leg that was in pain slowly lifted from the table and was set on the ground. The body that had laid in a hospital bed for three weeks rose painfully from the couch and started to move towards Takeru. The mouth that had once pleasured the young blonde was now in the most terrifying grimace.
Daisuke limped up to Takeru. His mouth opened and his voice sounded hoarse and low, "You sonofabitch..."
Takeru turned pale. "Listen...I..." Before he could finish that sentence, Daisuke's fist shot out and slammed into his stomach. All the air in Takeru's lungs escaped at impact. A noise that sounded like choking came from his throat briefly.
"You what? Never meant to hurt me? Never meant for me to find out you were sleeping with an eleven year old boy?! Never meant to cause me the pain I'm feeling?! TOO LATE!" The other fist slammed into Takeru's left eye, and the blonde stumbled and hit the ground. As Iori ran over to tend to him, Daisuke continued to rant. "How fucking DARE YOU! I loved you! I gave you my heart and soul...AND my virginity! And you go off and fuck a stupid kid?! You betray me for a little snotball?! Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck your excuses, AND FUCK YOUR LOVE! I hope you burn in hell!"
He turned and limped quickly to the door. As he threw it open, he noticed that Iori was completely nude: the sheet dropped when he went to Takeru's aid. A sneer appeared on his face as he spoke to the young boy. "You little shit. If I ever see you on the street alone, you'll get a taste of pain you've never felt! Put some clothes on you fucking whore!"
As the door slammed shut, Iori's trembling hand took a wash rag to the bleeding cut on the blonde boys eye. Takeru shook his head. "Oh God, Iori...what have I done?"
***
Ken opened the door to his apartment and found someone there he hadn't seen in two weeks. "Dai! What's wrong? You don't look good. Come in and sit down." He wrapped his arm around Daisuke and helped him in to an armchair. After setting his friend down, he sat down on the coffee table right across from him. "Do you need something to drink? Anything you need..."
"Water. Cold water." The response sounded painful, as if it was hurting Daisuke to speak. Ken nodded and quickly retrieved a bottle of cold water. He opened it and handed it to Daisuke, who quickly took a long gulp. "Thank you..."
Ken sat down on the table again. "So, what's wrong? You never come here without calling, so this must be bad."
Daisuke looked into the former emperor's eyes, and saw a caring soul behind them. His eyes welled with tears as he began to fall apart. "I...I've been...I've been sleeping with...Takeru for...for almost over six months. He didn't come to...he didn't visit me in the hospital. So, I went to his...his apartment to find out why. I started yelling at him and...and...and Iori..." He started to sob as he tried to get out the last part of the story. "Iori...he...Oh God, Ken! He's been sleeping with Iori! An eleven year old boy! Oh God!"
Ken's blinked in shock. This wasn't what he had expected to hear. None of it was making sense. "I...I'm sorry." He bit his lip as Daisuke started wailing, and tears of pain started streaming down his face. What can I do? I've never dealt with anything like this before...
The raven haired boy moved over to the armchair and pushed his way onto it. He picked up Daisuke and set him on his lap. His arms wrapped around the young man and held him gently. "It's ok, Dai. I'm here. I..." He thought of the next words carefully. "I'll always be here. You can trust me on that."
Daisuke nodded into his friends shoulder, and continued to cry. Ken started to rock him back and forth, like a baby. "I'll always be here, my goggle boy..."
Authors Note: Damn. I took out some anger with THAT chapter. Anywho, R&R. I appreciate it. Hope all has been well for everyone this summer, and I hope school is kind to you all!