Dead or Alive
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Category:
Digimon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,990
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Digimon: Digital Monsters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of its characters, believe me if I did you\'d know.
Warning: Taito/Yamachi, Angst, Character death, semi-AU, Yama-jerk, character bashing,
Yaoi, Shounen ai. Dont like dont read.
Author\'s Note:This was originally posted at fanfiction.net but due to their ban on NC-17 material it
has been moved here. Chapter two is what caused this fic to move from an R to NC-17 rating, that and some later chapters still under-wraps.
Dead or Alive
by Lady Dragon
Chapter 1
He\'d been a jerk; there was just no way around that fact. He had been a complete and utter jerk. Though truth be told the argument was not entirely his fault, Taichi did instigate it somewhat, the brunt of the cruel comments the two had volleyed back and forth at each other like Wimbledon finalists had however been the result of his over inflated ego. He was man enough to realize that, yet to admit such a thing even to his koi was another thing entirely.
Yamato Ishida, bearer of the crest of friendship, lead singer and bassist for the Teenage Wolves was anything but cowardly, but to admit a flaw, a defect in his otherwise perfect front to the owner of the crest of courage was not acceptable!
There was a reason the younger ones looked to him to guide them in the do\'s and don’ts of society. He was their counselor in all matters of relationships, romantic or not. If someone needed a favor or just a good time he, Yamato was the one to give it to them. Why couldn\'t Taichi just accept the fact that he was a God among the students of Odaiba High School, hell for that matter all of Odaiba itself. Instead Taichi continued to fight against the facts, insisting that he be the only one in Yamato\'s eyes. A hard task to accomplish when one is surrounded by fan girls and boys day and night.
Carefully so as not to aggravate the already tender flesh beneath his fingers Yamato began to asses the damage done to his normally pale and perfect complexion. As it did most times the argument between the two lovers had quickly turned into a fist fight, the only difference this time being that Yamato had definitely come out the worst for wear.
Not able to face the masses after the bitter fight Yamato had retreated to the nearest boy\'s facility, it was time to do some damage control. A hiss escaped his lips as his fingers made contact with the abused flesh on his jaw. A bruise had already begun to develop, by tomorrow it would rival Yolei\'s hair in the outrageous factor.
\"At least it wasn\'t broken\" and irate voice checked him.
Yamato cursed his luck silently as Takeru, his younger brother, came to strand behind him. Ocean blue met cornflower blue in the mirror in what one could only term as a hostile glare. A staring contest had begun, the first to flinch was the loser, and he was anything but a loser. Takeru had no doubt come to check on his condition, this concern probably came with the price of a scolding as well.
\"Be grateful that my jaw isn\'t broken? Hysterical Teeks, instead I\'m walking abound looking like Yagami\'s personal pung bng bag.\"
Yamato watched as Takeru visibly flinched at the vehemence in the words. The contest was over, Yamato once again victorious. Over the past two years a rift had developed between the two siblings, one that Yamato himself was unaware of. Takeru\'s naturally thoughtful and cheery personality, a stark contrast to his brother\'s gloomier and self-involved one, had only served to leave the two at odds with each other.
\"Matt why do you have to fight with Tai, couldn\'t you, I don’t know talk it out?\"
\"Oh yes of course, my bad why didn\'t I see it before?. I should talk to Yagami while he thrashes me about like Mike Tyson. You know I always did fancy having my ear bitten off.\"
His response was a bitten out a bit more severely then intended but the effect was the same. Gone was the look of sympathetic pity from Takeru\'s eyes, instead it was replaced with a dark anger that rivaled his own.
\"I\'m just trying to give you some ce Mce Matt! When will you realize that fighting wont solve anything, it only makes tings worse.\"
A snort from Yamato was his only response, eyes narrowing Takeru continued on undaunted.
\"Matt I\'d really like to say that everything is going to be alright, that you two will work things out, but I can’t. I\'ve no idea what you gits quarreled about this time and I have no mind to. I\'m sure though that it involved your recent behavior, your selfish behavior that is. Matt, you need to reflect, to look deep in your heart and see what\'s really there. You’re not this self-centered git that you make yourself out to be. You have to open your eyes, and fast other wise you\'ll lose. You\'ll lose everything that you hold dear in this world Matt, but more importantly you\'ll lose him. I\'m fairly certain that’s not what you want.\"
Throughout the entire lecture he had remained silent, giving the lanclance of actually listening to Takeru\'s advice, but the throbbing pain on his face brought him back to reality with a snap. The ocean blue eyes froze over sending a glacial glare to the image of his brother in the mirror.
\"Should I ever want the opinion of some adolescent boy, who is completely incapable of admitting his own obsession with his beast friend even to himself, on my love life I\'ll ask; preferably though I\'d shoot myself beforehand.\"
Silence greeted his last comment. Had he not been looking at the reflection of his brother he would have thought him gone. As it was he was forced to gaze into the hurt and defeated eyes of Takeru, possibly the only person to ever truly care about him. Immediately his mind screamed and berated him for his actions, demanded that he apologize and bring that smile back to his brother\'s face. Instead his sharp tongue took control.
\"Why don’t you run along now Teeks, there\'s no need to stand there crying like a baby you know.\"
He half expected to be decked well and good right there on the spot, but Takeru never was one to attack from behind. Ignoring the strangled gasps and the near-silent sobs emitting from the young boy Yamato turned back to the mirror, sighing deeply he pulled out a compact and begun the difficult task of covering the many bruises that now decorated his face, the bruise on his jaw was not his only concern now. He continued on, a mask of indifference set firmly into place till he heard theso qso quite steps and the sound of the door closing signaling the retreat of his brother.
It hurt to be so , bu, but that was what he knew, and that was what was expected of him. No one wanted nor needed the caring and thoughtful Matt Ishida, no they wanted only the cool, and untouchable Yamato. Only Takeru bothered to call him Matt, only Takeru saw him as he was meant to be seen. It had hurt to push him away like that, but he needed time to be alone to compose himself, ut tut the cracked mask of untouchable, suave Yamato firmly back into place.
Grudgingly he picked up his mascara wand and attempted to draw attention away from the semi-noticeable blemishes and direct it to his beautiful blues. So intent was he on his task that he never heard the creak of the bathroom door opening, or the heavy footfalls of the boys approaching him.
His first realization that something was amiss came only when he was grabbed roughly from behind and slammed crudely up against the cool plaster of the wall, his arms were pulled painfully behind him and secured with what he surmised to be duct tape. Only then did realization set in. ‘I shouldn\'t have pushed TK away’ he thought fleetingly as his head was snapped back by his hair and smashed face-first into the hard wall before him. Pain laced through his body, and his knees buckled allowing the cold un-yielding tile of the floor to rush up to him as blessed darkness exploded around him.
Warning: Taito/Yamachi, Angst, Character death, semi-AU, Yama-jerk, character bashing,
Yaoi, Shounen ai. Dont like dont read.
Author\'s Note:This was originally posted at fanfiction.net but due to their ban on NC-17 material it
has been moved here. Chapter two is what caused this fic to move from an R to NC-17 rating, that and some later chapters still under-wraps.
Dead or Alive
by Lady Dragon
Chapter 1
He\'d been a jerk; there was just no way around that fact. He had been a complete and utter jerk. Though truth be told the argument was not entirely his fault, Taichi did instigate it somewhat, the brunt of the cruel comments the two had volleyed back and forth at each other like Wimbledon finalists had however been the result of his over inflated ego. He was man enough to realize that, yet to admit such a thing even to his koi was another thing entirely.
Yamato Ishida, bearer of the crest of friendship, lead singer and bassist for the Teenage Wolves was anything but cowardly, but to admit a flaw, a defect in his otherwise perfect front to the owner of the crest of courage was not acceptable!
There was a reason the younger ones looked to him to guide them in the do\'s and don’ts of society. He was their counselor in all matters of relationships, romantic or not. If someone needed a favor or just a good time he, Yamato was the one to give it to them. Why couldn\'t Taichi just accept the fact that he was a God among the students of Odaiba High School, hell for that matter all of Odaiba itself. Instead Taichi continued to fight against the facts, insisting that he be the only one in Yamato\'s eyes. A hard task to accomplish when one is surrounded by fan girls and boys day and night.
Carefully so as not to aggravate the already tender flesh beneath his fingers Yamato began to asses the damage done to his normally pale and perfect complexion. As it did most times the argument between the two lovers had quickly turned into a fist fight, the only difference this time being that Yamato had definitely come out the worst for wear.
Not able to face the masses after the bitter fight Yamato had retreated to the nearest boy\'s facility, it was time to do some damage control. A hiss escaped his lips as his fingers made contact with the abused flesh on his jaw. A bruise had already begun to develop, by tomorrow it would rival Yolei\'s hair in the outrageous factor.
\"At least it wasn\'t broken\" and irate voice checked him.
Yamato cursed his luck silently as Takeru, his younger brother, came to strand behind him. Ocean blue met cornflower blue in the mirror in what one could only term as a hostile glare. A staring contest had begun, the first to flinch was the loser, and he was anything but a loser. Takeru had no doubt come to check on his condition, this concern probably came with the price of a scolding as well.
\"Be grateful that my jaw isn\'t broken? Hysterical Teeks, instead I\'m walking abound looking like Yagami\'s personal pung bng bag.\"
Yamato watched as Takeru visibly flinched at the vehemence in the words. The contest was over, Yamato once again victorious. Over the past two years a rift had developed between the two siblings, one that Yamato himself was unaware of. Takeru\'s naturally thoughtful and cheery personality, a stark contrast to his brother\'s gloomier and self-involved one, had only served to leave the two at odds with each other.
\"Matt why do you have to fight with Tai, couldn\'t you, I don’t know talk it out?\"
\"Oh yes of course, my bad why didn\'t I see it before?. I should talk to Yagami while he thrashes me about like Mike Tyson. You know I always did fancy having my ear bitten off.\"
His response was a bitten out a bit more severely then intended but the effect was the same. Gone was the look of sympathetic pity from Takeru\'s eyes, instead it was replaced with a dark anger that rivaled his own.
\"I\'m just trying to give you some ce Mce Matt! When will you realize that fighting wont solve anything, it only makes tings worse.\"
A snort from Yamato was his only response, eyes narrowing Takeru continued on undaunted.
\"Matt I\'d really like to say that everything is going to be alright, that you two will work things out, but I can’t. I\'ve no idea what you gits quarreled about this time and I have no mind to. I\'m sure though that it involved your recent behavior, your selfish behavior that is. Matt, you need to reflect, to look deep in your heart and see what\'s really there. You’re not this self-centered git that you make yourself out to be. You have to open your eyes, and fast other wise you\'ll lose. You\'ll lose everything that you hold dear in this world Matt, but more importantly you\'ll lose him. I\'m fairly certain that’s not what you want.\"
Throughout the entire lecture he had remained silent, giving the lanclance of actually listening to Takeru\'s advice, but the throbbing pain on his face brought him back to reality with a snap. The ocean blue eyes froze over sending a glacial glare to the image of his brother in the mirror.
\"Should I ever want the opinion of some adolescent boy, who is completely incapable of admitting his own obsession with his beast friend even to himself, on my love life I\'ll ask; preferably though I\'d shoot myself beforehand.\"
Silence greeted his last comment. Had he not been looking at the reflection of his brother he would have thought him gone. As it was he was forced to gaze into the hurt and defeated eyes of Takeru, possibly the only person to ever truly care about him. Immediately his mind screamed and berated him for his actions, demanded that he apologize and bring that smile back to his brother\'s face. Instead his sharp tongue took control.
\"Why don’t you run along now Teeks, there\'s no need to stand there crying like a baby you know.\"
He half expected to be decked well and good right there on the spot, but Takeru never was one to attack from behind. Ignoring the strangled gasps and the near-silent sobs emitting from the young boy Yamato turned back to the mirror, sighing deeply he pulled out a compact and begun the difficult task of covering the many bruises that now decorated his face, the bruise on his jaw was not his only concern now. He continued on, a mask of indifference set firmly into place till he heard theso qso quite steps and the sound of the door closing signaling the retreat of his brother.
It hurt to be so , bu, but that was what he knew, and that was what was expected of him. No one wanted nor needed the caring and thoughtful Matt Ishida, no they wanted only the cool, and untouchable Yamato. Only Takeru bothered to call him Matt, only Takeru saw him as he was meant to be seen. It had hurt to push him away like that, but he needed time to be alone to compose himself, ut tut the cracked mask of untouchable, suave Yamato firmly back into place.
Grudgingly he picked up his mascara wand and attempted to draw attention away from the semi-noticeable blemishes and direct it to his beautiful blues. So intent was he on his task that he never heard the creak of the bathroom door opening, or the heavy footfalls of the boys approaching him.
His first realization that something was amiss came only when he was grabbed roughly from behind and slammed crudely up against the cool plaster of the wall, his arms were pulled painfully behind him and secured with what he surmised to be duct tape. Only then did realization set in. ‘I shouldn\'t have pushed TK away’ he thought fleetingly as his head was snapped back by his hair and smashed face-first into the hard wall before him. Pain laced through his body, and his knees buckled allowing the cold un-yielding tile of the floor to rush up to him as blessed darkness exploded around him.