Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ *Untitled* ❯ Pt.5 ( Chapter 5 )

Warnings: This part is Yamato's POV, so if your expecting fluffy bunnies and butterflies than I suggest you leave. It's dark, evil, shonen-ai and etc... Actually, this is the nicest part of the fic so far. :::shrugs:::

If you must know this still has a few more chapters to it, but to give a hint of the next part Yamato helps some, Kari and his mother come back and his dad gets...

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*Untitled*

Pt. 5

Swirling reds surrounded me in a halo of blood like currents of endless sorrow. I could feel it all churning and burning within me like a blanket of crimson life and death. My hands shaky and limp tightly grasped around my useless necklace or `crest' as it used to be called. Fingers long and slim brushed against the cool exterior of the damned crest letting the stinging of my flesh form cool bumps and splintered cuts. Bubbles of poison like addiction escaped my veins and boiled my blood into tiny nicks and rivers of the oozing lava. I could see my faint image in the tiny glass plain that was clenched heavily in my sweaty palms, making me flinch and dive away from myself. Images of days gone wrong and friends losing hope inflicted my mind like a ravaging virus, eating away at my very existence.

Tears of the unknown dribbled down my budding checks as the cool water of my own body shivered and broke me. I could feel my face flush farther, as my ears heated and neck brimmed with rose. I hated the way my sadness and anger chewed away at me, in endless munching and devouring sensations. Pulling my legs to my chest in hopes to diminish some of the crunching in my chest and soul, yet the beautiful

and condemning morsel of self-pity and love loss entrapped me once again on a heavily ridden road of denial. Sobs of reeked havoc burrowed their way free and I let them in praying that the cries would flush out all the evil and hurt in the world and myself.

I urge my water filled, dull blue eyes to drip shut, letting the blackness behind them consume me in the blankness of oblivion. My lips trembled; as I had to bit down on my bottom one to make the quivering stop and false sanctuary fill me. The sensation of gruesome oozing escaped my lips, sending the tiny rivets into my mouth and tasting my own death and poison. I gagged and welcomed the metallic yet quenching taste of myself, letting the pain of my newly stinging cut continue of fill me and overtake my mind.

Blonde trails of silk like edges drowned my sorrows as they snuggled and hugged me in a warm embrace. My face felt warm and broken as my body ached and crumbled within itself. Loud, echoing rings penetrated my hideously monstrous thoughts, as the phone clung to life. My eyes drifted open in a blinding haze as ring after ring became duller and spirited. Breathing in deeply, uncurling myself I reached

out with a hand hoping upon hope the phone would just jump into it but nothing fell into my weak grasp.

Choking on a sob again, I pictured the day over and over again as the phone ringing brought back much hurting. I could just imagine it was him, but knowing all to well it was probably Sora. My stomach flipped as I could just see her fiery red eyes bore into mine quarrying for answers that I didn't have. A sweet song voice of unknowing, and it almost seemed real to see her glossy lips shining at me but I knew it

wasn't. All the love she gives and she gives it so willingly. It is almost sickening. Love isn't something that should be given and taken for granted and yet I can see in her eyes and tell from her aura that she does so. It's sad really, to have so much love and have no one to give it to and receive the same pure bliss upon recognition. Sad indeed.

I shed tears for her as well as myself at the thought of having to explain to the girl what happened today, and yet I cannot do so. The days events are even a blur in my mind, making it run like ragging waters and suffocating me till no end. All I can see is the tears streaking down his gorgeous face and wanting earnestly to wipe them away. Kissing gentle kisses on his stained checks and mending his wounds I know

he has, but I don't know.

Every blink of my eyes takes me back to the sight of him, sobbing like there was no tomorrow and the horrific bruises on his angelic face. Rage is growing in me when I think who could have done this to my tenchi but alas I haven't a clue. The whole ordeal seems so surreal and not at the same time, it's so confusing. I can feel the answers in the back of my mind but they seemed caught on something or ripped. I haven't a clue, I know I should but I don't and that's what is troubling me even farther.

Problem after problem seems to radiate and abduct me, making the ever-present depression course even deeper in me. Darkness overwhelming succumbs to me, it seems so natural and safe but it isn't. It's just a fabrication in my increasingly ragging mind and the only light is Taichi. He's the only thing that can help

me escape and somewhere deep down I can see him in the depths of the deep, smiling and calling out to me. Oh I wish he wasn't there, but all the same I do. I need him with me either in spirit or in reality. Looking into his eyes earlier I could see the throbbing pain in his serene browns, drawing me in and bringing all awful back, to the present. His own torment rampaging over mine at an enormous pace that can't be healthy for him. Yet looking at him earlier I could tell he was far from the genki self he usually is and the dead yet still beautiful eyes, with pale, blotched skin. Disgustingly not the real him and he as well as I know something is wrong. Not with just himself but as well as me.

My voice, gravely and forgotten, burns my flesh raw and taunt and all I can do is bask in my own suffering. Wishing for it to end won't help and I know it, but every breath I take urns for a free star to escape the pack and grant me my love and his freedom from terror. I can just feel his warm lips upon mine in a heavenly kiss of unimaginable proportions. My imagination works ten folds as I can almost taste, feel, touch, lavish, and succumb to the other boys' body as we merge in once pure soul.

Making myself get out of my stupor, I clutch my clanging crest making the tiny object glow faintly blue. It washes over me in mass waves of beauty letting my body tingle with all the friendly feelings around me and the most potent and important one of all…Taichi. The phone rings again and this time I force myself to answer it and no matter who it is, either Sora or the others, I will find a way to help my friend…my

secret koi…and my angel of light in my own cavern of darkness. Still now as I reach for the phone, I blink and I can see and feel the fear falling off Taichi and it sickens me as well as saddens. Inside I can feel that he and I are one and the same, broken, beaten, and falling deeper into the depths of our own minds. It hurts more than anything seeing him like that. It's almost like nothing will ever smile again or become crystal clear once more until his lips form into the perfect grin I so love and scare our fears and foes away. `Till tomorrow Taichi…till tomorrow. I will be the fantasy hero in your horror and shed the world of evil and destruction until we are one and the same.' I mumbled aloud and feel my heart flutter with just the

thoughts of the seemingly never-ending story……end.