Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Vandalized Dreams ❯ Bitter Taste ( Chapter 1 )

EH: First up... Warning: This contains mild euphemisms and inferred slashy
relationships. (i.e. = Kaisuke) I was also going to use some four-letter words,
but decided I'd clean up my act for once. PLEASE be nice in your reviews, this is
my first fic containing ANYTHING near to an yaoi couple.
Ken: How far will this go?
EH: It's rated a strong PG, mild PG-13... How far DO you think I go? This is set
right before the infamous soccer game so Ken knows who the DDs are, but they don't
know who he is... Mmwhahaha! Also, I'm creating a few Tamachi characters. You might
see more of them later if I get working on this one soccer story. Also... Disclaimer: Those
three characters are the only things I own! I don't own Digimon, Rammstein, Tonic,
or Marilyn Manson. I own time-shares in Mister Manson, but that's for another day!
Ken: You sure are screwed up...
Wormmon: Am I in this?
EH: <sweatdrops /> Um... sure, why not?

Vandalized Dreams

Rammstein bellowed into his ears. He didn't have the greatest grasp on German; just enough to thoroughly enjoy 'Herzeleid'. He turned another page in 'Audubon's Encyclopedia of the Birds of the Western Hemisphere' trying desperately to summon a muse for his next big project. It was nearly complete, but for the final addition: wings, he wanted to be inspired. To merely copy an idea or follow the common path would be an abomination; he wanted to be true to his monster-child, as it were. The song ended, voices fading into the bass drum. His mp3 player was on random and he unconsciously hoped 'Weißes Fleisch' would be next. Instead, a soft acoustic guitar sang a song he'd rather skip. As his slender finger reached for the Next button, memory conquered his muscles and forced him to listen to the quietly pleading voice. If you could only see the way she loves me,
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love and what I must do.
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me.

The electronic instruments flipped on and belted out the wailing refrain. His mind was on fire, trying to smother the inner embarrassment. Well you've got your reasons
And you've got your lies
And you've got your manipulations
They cut me down to size

Who was the singer posing as? The black haired dominator or the auburn haired hero flinging his life around without a selfish care? Say you love but you don't
You keep your love but you won't

He still wasn't sure. They both hid compassion from others, the fighter because he needed to be at the head of the pack, the tyrant because loving would make him lose ground to his enemies; the ones inside and outside his head. If you could only see the way she loves me,
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love and what I must do.
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me.

That moaning guitar, those few chords of pain and anguish that followed the chorus like a mourning procession. It didn't matter if the group's intended lyrics were slightly out of place, they made him remember how much trouble he'd gotten himself into over his rival.

Lunch was always spent alone. Sure, the captain of the soccer team had friends, mainly those on the team, but he preferred to spend as much time away from people as possible. People were a disease, slowly infecting him and rotting his brain. Ha, TV had nothing on mindless middle schoolers. To further widen the gap, a pair of silver-blue headphones connected to a similarly coloured electronic device sat in his ears. The volume was loud enough to block the din and to leak past his lobes. Someone terribly angry, so out of style for the timid prodigy, was screaming filthy words and fueling his hatred. Someone like... Marilyn Manson? The child came to the realization that if the scowl on his face deepened even slightly, it wouldn't take an above average intellect to see his dark soul. He scrolled through the playlist, skipping over many truly treasured melodies to one of only five arranged without the help of multiple piercings. Well, this one wasn't so bad... Sees the road less traveled
Shows happiness unraveled
And you've got to take a little dirt
To keep what you love.
Here's what you've got to do...

Could he? Should he take a 'little dirt'? He knew what he loved - scratch that - emperors couldn't love. He knew what he desired, but would he take 'dirt' to get to it? And what kind of dirt were we talking about anyway? A regal sigh shot through his nose and he let a soft smile pass across his mouth. This was neither the time nor the place to worry about how much sacrifice must be offered to obtain his goal. Instead, a mild fantasy played at the multiplex of his mind. Say you love but you don't
You keep your love but you won't
Stretching out your arms out to something that's just not there

No, something was there, in the shadows of his base, waiting nervously to step into the light and into his embrace. Saying you love where you stand
Give your heart when you can

The two soldiers tangled in a war of ragged breathing and ruffled hair. Each fighting for the honor of decoration and promotion and the reward of a humid ceasefire.

Something poked at his shoulder, tearing him away from his mental popcorn and jujubes. It was Takedachi and the rest of the forwards, come to ask if he'd seen Coach Yoshitupe; they needed the key to the equipment room. The führer's face went white, then red, resembling a certain team's uniforms. He wondered if the rest of his team would notice his temporary disability. Ukeda did. That black haired wanker was just salivating over any chance to humiliate him. If not for Davis, he'd be more than happy to put making his life a living hell on top of all other priorities. If not for Davis. Oh, if not for Davis, they wouldn't be laughing. He wouldn't be shooting flames from his eyes and praying fervently they'd all choke on their chicken nuggets. Takedachi patted him on the back and made some kind of immature remark that was supposed to calm him down. 'I always knew you were human.' At least they didn't know the reason; it would be social suicide. Slowly, the raucous group walked away and left Ken bludgeoning his bag of potato chips. If you could only see the way she loves me,
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love and what I must do.
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me.

In his room the guitar screamed, attacking on all sides. 'Weak! Wee-eak! WE-EAK! Fool! Fo-ol! FOO-OO-OOL!!' Even the golden eagle on the page, his beak gaping, seemed to shout at him. Oh, how could he have let himself be so vulnerable? This world was breaking him down and he only saw one means of escape. Said you love but you don't
You keep your love but you won't
She went

There was a game this Saturday, like every Saturday. But Davis would be there this time. Close enough to touch, to smell. His mind began to swim again. How wonderful if this song were true! If he could roll over and have those beautiful, brown eyes meet his. That's what he'd do! Make this world livable by having peace here, in those dark arms. The boy would never know his dual dueling nature and he could have everything he desired. Ken rolled on to his back. Say you love where you stand
Give your heart when you can

Crap, that wouldn't work. If Motomiya ever saw his darkly decorated room, got to truly know him and all the evil idiosyncrasies that spilled through his facade... Everything would be taken away. His empire, his pet... Better to lie cold and alone - safe - and gaze from afar. The horrible song was ending. If you could only see the way she loves me,
Then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love and what I must do.
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says
When she says she loves me.

He hit the Repeat button.

EH: That's all, folks!
Wormmon: Why wasn't I in this one? You promised me a part!
EH: I kinda did, didn't I? Well, I'll think of a different story, then.
Ken: Be careful what you wish for, little bug. Horizon's in the mood for another
dark fic...
Wormmon: <gulp /> I can get the drinks instead! And I can tell everyone to
review!
EH: See Ken, he IS useful!