Dead or Alive

Warning: The following chapter contains some rather graphic scenes which I\'m pretty sure you picked up on in the first chapter. In case you missed it much violence and bad things shall befall Yama in this chapter. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I still do not own Digimon or any of the wonderful
characters in it. However I do own Kouji Katsugei and co. They are my own
characters created to torture and entertain. Not that I\'m exactly proud to own them mind you -_-\'

Author\'s Notes: I didn\'t particulary like how this chapter was previously written and so I had to re-write it before I continue on with chapter four. There will also be a little bit of tweaking to come in chapter three as well. Now on with the show.




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Chapter 2





\"Looks like pretty boy here\'s still sleeping.\"



Eye lids that felt as heavy as led flew open to reveal oceanic orbs that blinked and stuggled to take in their owner\'s surroundings. Bright light blinded him for a moment so that the figures looming over him predatorialy appeared only as dark blurs. White hot pain assaulted Yamato\'s senses, pain so intense that it became apparent that this was what had brought him back to the concious world.



\"I know just the thing to wake him.\"



Five boys laughed at their leader and instigator\'s sick pun, and continued laughing as the boy with a quick hard thrust of his hips slammed his length into the helpless and bound blonde\'s entrance beneath him.



\"Help!\" He managed to cry out just as tanned hands pressed firmly against his mouth, silencing his cries.



Mocking jeers issued forth from the dark blurs that his returning vision was finally able to recognize as fellow classmates of his.
He had no idea what predicament he was in. Vaguely he remembered being slammed into the wall and then passing out, how he got on the floor and what had caused the pain that left him wide awake he had no idea. Only one thought flashed through his mind and he vocalized it. Yamato tried to sit up, to push the boy leaning over him off of him but a new and intense pain shot through his midsection, it\'s waves of torture joining with the receding echoes of the previous one turning his body into one giant quivering mass of pain. Large hands slid along his thighs, his bare thighs, sliding inward and roughly shoving his legs further apart. The motion was hindered only by the fact that his ankles were bound with his own pants which had been crudely shoved down and used as means to bind him.



\"Turn him over, it\'ll be funner that way!\" Someone above him cheered their compatriot.



\"No, I want to see his pretty little face when I come inside him.\"



Rough hands gripped down hard on Yamato\'s hips raising him partly off the ground and aggravating his sore ribs in the process. In this new position the boy was able to thrust deeper into his vicitm and watch as Yamato\'s face scrunched up in obvious pain, fear and humiliation. His thrusts were becoming erratic, it wouldn\'t be long now.



Wordless cries escaped from Yamato\'s throat as pain erupted throughout him. It felt as if he was being slowly ripped and torn in half. With a couple more thrusts the boy above him came inside him violently.



\"You know, I think pretty boy is finally awake. What do guys say, lets have a lil more fun shall we?\" Mocking laughter followed the cruel words. Fearfully he noted the excited and flushed faces of the other boys around him.



Yamato was pulled away from the evil laughter as the boy he now identified as Kenji Katsugei, one of Taichi and Daisuke\'s teammates, hoisted himself off of Yamato. A single tanned hand slid down the boy\'s member wiping it clean of the boy\'s fluids. Yamato felt the hands covering his mouth move and in the second he had parted his lips to begin his screaming anew Kouji had forced his dirty hand into Yamato\'s mouth.



\"Look at that. Hungry whore isn\'t he?\"



Bile rose in the back of his throught at the taste of the other boy\'s seed, Kouji\'s hand shoved so deep into his mouth it was all Yamato could do to keep from gaging. Biting down on the hand wasn\'t even an option.



Distracted by Koji, Yamato didn\'t notice one of the other boys approaching him. He only took notice of the boy as he felt his legs being shifted once again as the boy settled himself between Yamato\'s legs taking up his leader\'s previous position. Yamto\'s eyes widened in fear, his mouth struggling to form a plea that would end his torment. Kouji\'s hand moved away from his mouth only to viciously backhand the blonde before claming down firmly across his mouth.
With a lusty groan the second boy, Kouji\'s younger brother Katsugei Seiji, slammed into Yamato before quickly pulling back and repeating his motions. The pain returned and with it a wash of shame, to be used so cruelly, to be made this filthy. The others were no doubt members of the soccer team as well, and with a glance Yamato confirmed this picking out faces that he recognized as member\'s of Taichi\'s team even though he did not know all of their names. What would Taichi think of him now that he had become the cheating whore Taichi thought he was. Would Taichi even touch him again? Was Taichi there, did he know, did he even care? Hundreds of questions ran through his mind but no answers were forthcoming. But he would be damned if he didn\'t go down without a fight.



Yamato began to thrash about wildly trying to break free of Seiji and Kouji\'s hold, but the others descended upon him holding him down. Insults and blows rained down on him as Seiji, undaunted, continued to drive into him with a ferocity and viciousness that alone scared Yamato more than the vile act they inflicted upon him. And then to his sheer horror as Seiji thrusted into him making contact with that single spot inside Yamato that always caused his vision to blur, Yamato\'s shaft began to throb further his shame. How could he be aroused and turned on by these sick fucks, by what they were doing to him. Was he really that messed up? Crows of triumphant and calls of \"the whore\'s enjoying it\" fell on Yamato\'s ears as Seiji continuously pumped into him, slamming into Yamato to the hilt, ripping and stretching him wide before coming inside him.



Against his will tears began to fall from Yamato\'s eyes, tears of bitterness and anger. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen to people like him, not him. He had helped to save the world numerous times, he was an up and coming rock star, this wasn\'t supposed to happen to him!



At that moment his mind left him and floated towards the ceiling. It was as if he wasn\'t really there, as if he was just watching these cretins inflicting these wanton acts upon some unsuspecting faceless bystander. His mind refused to allow him to recognize the boy being raped as himself.



Dimly he was aware of Seiji pulling out and another taking over, dimly he felt the bruising kiss that Yuki forced on him. His mind registered the fact that the five boys who held him captive were throughly enjoying themselves and had no intention of letting him go until their fun and lust had been sated. And although his mind recognized these facts, his conscious self still refused to acknowledge that the hapless boy upon the floor was him. This blessed ignorance could not last long however as he came crashing back to himself, the out of body experience was gone and in its wake came cruel and callus realizations.



The boys had no intention of letting him go, least not till they felt they had thoroughly humiliated him. In his head he relived the earlier events of the day; Taichi\'s accusations of him cheating on Taichi, and Takeru\'s ravings on his selfishness. ‘I deserve this,’ he thought ‘I\'m no good.’ Once again darkness enveloped him, but this time even the thrashings and taunts of the boys surrounding him could not awaken him.



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\"Yama, you in there?\"



A tentative knock followed the questioning voice.



\"Yama, sensei knows you came to school today, sorry buddy but ya cant just skip out on English. Even if there\'s only twenty minutes left. Yama?\"



Although the restroom contained several stalls, it being a public school bathroom and all, Taichi was still hesitant to enter. Yamato liked his privacy and considering their rather violent argument earlier he wasn\'t likely in the mood to see Taichi either. To intrude on him so soon after one of their fights would only push the blonde bishounen away. That was not something he wanted. True they\'d had their disagreements but the willowy blonde still remained in his heart, as he in his, or so he hoped anyway.



Standing outside the boy\'s bathroom Taichi had the sudden urge to laugh, to any passer-by he probably looked funny standing there begging Matt to let him enter the restroom. Yup it was definitely a hysterical sight to see. Smiling slightly he knocked again, and once again his attempts were met with silence. This wasn\'t typical Matt-like behavior. Matt tended to play up the fact that he was upset or hurt, Matt liked to bask in the attention, ignoring him would not get attention. It was one of the many things he hated about the lithe blonde, and loved at the same time.



With a sigh Taichi ducked his head, in case any objects got thrown in his direction, and opened the door praying that the blonde would hot hold the intrusion against him.



\"Thank god he can’t hear my thoughts; he\'d kill me if he heard me calling him Matt!\"



Fully expecting to see Matt standing pouting before a mirror, he was completely shocked at the scene that greeted him.



Yamato lay like a broken china doll thrown away after its beauty is ruined by the greedy hands of a careless child. Dropping to his knees he bundled the slight figure into his arms, trying desperately to bring comfort not only to the fallen angel but to himself as well.



The sadists were long gone and in their wake was the crumpled and abused form of Yamato, blood soaked hair, with his pants wrapped around his slender ankles. Rivulets of fluids unimaginable mingled with the boy\'s blood streamed down the pale legs, a cruel testament to the vile acts inflicted on his heart\'s desire.



A deep state of shock washed over him fueling his quick temper, it did not manage to stop the tears of grief that flowed freely from former goggle headed boy. How he manage to dress and carry Yamato to the nurses office he never knew. Only one coherent thought flowed through his mind the entire time he waited for the principle, and then the police to arrive.



’Please be okay Matt, please be okay.’





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Eek! Okay how was that *ducks the various objects thrown at her head* I think
I\'ll just go hide over here till the next chapter comes out. Just a side note,
the Kouji in this fic is NOT the pensive bishounen from Digimon Fronteir. I just
happen to like the name a lot ^_^ Dont be surprised if Kouji turns up in other
fics as well.


Also, I am not implying that Yamato actually enjoyed being raped. Its a common occurence among rape victims, their bodies merely respond to the physical stimulus around them even if they are not enjoying the situation. As Seiji repeatedly hit Yamato\'s prostrate Yama couldn\'t really belt but have a physical reaction.


My gosh, Yama is my favorite character yet look at the torture I\'m putting the poor guy through. -_-\' I\'d hate to see what I\'d do with characters I hate.