Happy Birthday Yamato
Kinae Ichijouji
Yamato sighed as he woke up that morning. It was 10:13. He was now, 17 years old. But why hadn't his boyfriend of over a year called him to say Happy Birthday?
"Well... Maybe he wants to say it in person. This is a big day for me." He flopped back down onto the pillows. Why should he even hope? Taichi wasn't so emotional about these kinds of things. To him, Christmas was just a holiday where you got out of school, Easter was just a day to eat chocolate, and birthdays were just another day. He wouldn't come over for something as frivolous as a birthday.
He yawned and blinked heavily before throwing himself out of bed and onto the floor.
"Yamato... Come on... Get your birthday breakfast!" His father yelled.
Yamato's stomach lurched. Last time his father cooked, He and Takeru wound up with food poisoning. "Uh... That's okay Dad! I think I'll just pick up a bagel on my way to Taichi's place!" Yamato lied.
"But I've been cooking all morning!" His father whined.
"But I've got places to go and people to see!" Yamato yelled back as he slid into a clean pair of boxers. He quickly pulled on a pair of baggy blue jeans.
The scraping of metal on china was heard as Yamato's father yelled, "See if I ever cook for you again!"
Yamato couldn't take it anymore. He pulled on an oversized red sweatshirt and a red visor. "Just forget your hair for now... You can use Taichi's gel and comb." He told himself eagerly. He loved using Taichi's things almost as much as he loved Taichi himself. It was like he was putting part of Taichi into himself. The loose hairs on his brush were always comforting to feel rubbing against his. Sliding into a pair of red trainers, he ran out the door, unaware of his fathers sobbing.
"He spends more time with Taichi than he does with his own father... What have I done wrong?" Mr. Ishida asked himself out loud, into the silence of his apartment, occupied now, only by himself.
Yamato flicked his cell phone on and checked to see if Taichi had called him.
Nothing. No calls and it was 11:04 now. He turned the corner onto Taichi's street and looked all around him. He could hear sirens wailing in the distance. He walked further; assuming it was only fire trucks rushing somewhere to a fire. An ambulance rushed past him, at least 50 kilometers over the speed limit. A light snow broke out, slowly covering the ground in front of him.
Sirens continued to wail, but not from behind him, from ahead of him. He slowly began to run, quickly realizing where the sirens were coming from. He made out three police cars, parked in front of the Yagami's apartment building. Tears strained down Yamato's face as he noticed Hikari, sitting down on the front steps, crying uncontrollably. Mr. and Mrs. Yagami soon joined her on the stairs.
Yamato briefly heard gunfire and saw that the policeman whom had fired it was pointing it very near his shoulder and jumped, towards the street, landing sprawled on the pavement.
"What the hell are you doing?" Yamato yelled as he stood up.
One of the police officers motioned for Yamato to look behind him. Yamato did just that and noticed first, the bloodstained snow, following the pool, he noticed a body. A black hood, the kind with a hole for the eyes ad one for the mouth covered his face, a long, black leather jacket was covering his gray jogging suit. His black, gloved hands were grasping only one thing. A knife. Six or seven inches in length, and already stained red with blood.
He was dead... and it appeared as though he had already killed.
It didn't take Yamato more than a split second to remember Taichi's devastated family. And Taichi wasn't there. He wasn't with them.
Yamato walked shakily towards the building, but only made it to the second police cruiser before he broke down crying. "he's gone! Taichi is gone!" He muffled voice echoed in his mind. "How can I accept the fact that my boyfriend died on my birthday? What kind of a birthday is this?" Yamato asked himself. His hand slid down the windsheild, which was currently dripping with water. His hand fell onto the hood of the car. It was hot. Very hot. The police cars had goten there, most likely seconds before Yamato turned the corner. He turned and looked at the body again. "He killed Taichi... and he was going to kill me too..." Yamato's eyes were forced down to the blade. The grip was much tighter now. He quickly looked down at the red snow. He quickly realized that the man wasn't dead at all... He was in fact very much so alive. The `blood' which was in he snow wasn't blood at all. The masked man had hidden packages of warm water in his jacket. He knew he would be caught, so he
wore a bulletproof vest. Intelligently covering it with a jogging suit, a loose jogging suit.
Yamatos cell phone rang, startling him. He reached for his pocket and checked the screen. "Odaiba General?" He clicked the `talk' button and held the cell phone up o his ear. His voice sounded shaky as he answered "H-Hello?"
"Hello, I am Doctor Wong, from Odaiba General. Am I speaking to Yamato Ishida?" A deep mans voice sounded from the other end of the conersation.
Hikari had made her way over to Yamato and put an arm around his waist, making him feel not only uneasy, but also uncomfortable. He used his free hand to move her arm. "Yes, This is Yamato Ishida. Why do you ask?"
"We've just had an emergency patient brought in and when we took off his coat, we found a packae in it with your name on it in one pocket and this phone number in the other. We put two and two together and called you. Is there anyway you can get down here?"
"I guess so... Hang on a sec..." Yamato clamped a hand over the mouthpiece to his phone and turned to face a police officer. "They want me down at Odaiba General... My car is at home, is there anyway I could hitch a ride?" When the police officer responded positively, Yamato removed his hand from the speaker and replied, "I'll be there as soon as I can." And hung up.
Kinae WARNING, WARNING! DANGER, DANGER! IF THE AUTHOR DOES NOT RECEIVE ENOUGH REVIEWS, THIS STORY WILL BECOME A COMPLETE CLIFFHANGER AND WILL NEVER BE CONCLUDED! Heh... It only takes five for the next part, which is already written... oh and since I forgot a disclaimer in the beginning... I do not own digimon, police officers, red trainers, or clean boxers... though my dad does... j/k...
Kinae Ichijouji
Yamato sighed as he woke up that morning. It was 10:13. He was now, 17 years old. But why hadn't his boyfriend of over a year called him to say Happy Birthday?
"Well... Maybe he wants to say it in person. This is a big day for me." He flopped back down onto the pillows. Why should he even hope? Taichi wasn't so emotional about these kinds of things. To him, Christmas was just a holiday where you got out of school, Easter was just a day to eat chocolate, and birthdays were just another day. He wouldn't come over for something as frivolous as a birthday.
He yawned and blinked heavily before throwing himself out of bed and onto the floor.
"Yamato... Come on... Get your birthday breakfast!" His father yelled.
Yamato's stomach lurched. Last time his father cooked, He and Takeru wound up with food poisoning. "Uh... That's okay Dad! I think I'll just pick up a bagel on my way to Taichi's place!" Yamato lied.
"But I've been cooking all morning!" His father whined.
"But I've got places to go and people to see!" Yamato yelled back as he slid into a clean pair of boxers. He quickly pulled on a pair of baggy blue jeans.
The scraping of metal on china was heard as Yamato's father yelled, "See if I ever cook for you again!"
Yamato couldn't take it anymore. He pulled on an oversized red sweatshirt and a red visor. "Just forget your hair for now... You can use Taichi's gel and comb." He told himself eagerly. He loved using Taichi's things almost as much as he loved Taichi himself. It was like he was putting part of Taichi into himself. The loose hairs on his brush were always comforting to feel rubbing against his. Sliding into a pair of red trainers, he ran out the door, unaware of his fathers sobbing.
"He spends more time with Taichi than he does with his own father... What have I done wrong?" Mr. Ishida asked himself out loud, into the silence of his apartment, occupied now, only by himself.
Yamato flicked his cell phone on and checked to see if Taichi had called him.
Nothing. No calls and it was 11:04 now. He turned the corner onto Taichi's street and looked all around him. He could hear sirens wailing in the distance. He walked further; assuming it was only fire trucks rushing somewhere to a fire. An ambulance rushed past him, at least 50 kilometers over the speed limit. A light snow broke out, slowly covering the ground in front of him.
Sirens continued to wail, but not from behind him, from ahead of him. He slowly began to run, quickly realizing where the sirens were coming from. He made out three police cars, parked in front of the Yagami's apartment building. Tears strained down Yamato's face as he noticed Hikari, sitting down on the front steps, crying uncontrollably. Mr. and Mrs. Yagami soon joined her on the stairs.
Yamato briefly heard gunfire and saw that the policeman whom had fired it was pointing it very near his shoulder and jumped, towards the street, landing sprawled on the pavement.
"What the hell are you doing?" Yamato yelled as he stood up.
One of the police officers motioned for Yamato to look behind him. Yamato did just that and noticed first, the bloodstained snow, following the pool, he noticed a body. A black hood, the kind with a hole for the eyes ad one for the mouth covered his face, a long, black leather jacket was covering his gray jogging suit. His black, gloved hands were grasping only one thing. A knife. Six or seven inches in length, and already stained red with blood.
He was dead... and it appeared as though he had already killed.
It didn't take Yamato more than a split second to remember Taichi's devastated family. And Taichi wasn't there. He wasn't with them.
Yamato walked shakily towards the building, but only made it to the second police cruiser before he broke down crying. "he's gone! Taichi is gone!" He muffled voice echoed in his mind. "How can I accept the fact that my boyfriend died on my birthday? What kind of a birthday is this?" Yamato asked himself. His hand slid down the windsheild, which was currently dripping with water. His hand fell onto the hood of the car. It was hot. Very hot. The police cars had goten there, most likely seconds before Yamato turned the corner. He turned and looked at the body again. "He killed Taichi... and he was going to kill me too..." Yamato's eyes were forced down to the blade. The grip was much tighter now. He quickly looked down at the red snow. He quickly realized that the man wasn't dead at all... He was in fact very much so alive. The `blood' which was in he snow wasn't blood at all. The masked man had hidden packages of warm water in his jacket. He knew he would be caught, so he
wore a bulletproof vest. Intelligently covering it with a jogging suit, a loose jogging suit.
Yamatos cell phone rang, startling him. He reached for his pocket and checked the screen. "Odaiba General?" He clicked the `talk' button and held the cell phone up o his ear. His voice sounded shaky as he answered "H-Hello?"
"Hello, I am Doctor Wong, from Odaiba General. Am I speaking to Yamato Ishida?" A deep mans voice sounded from the other end of the conersation.
Hikari had made her way over to Yamato and put an arm around his waist, making him feel not only uneasy, but also uncomfortable. He used his free hand to move her arm. "Yes, This is Yamato Ishida. Why do you ask?"
"We've just had an emergency patient brought in and when we took off his coat, we found a packae in it with your name on it in one pocket and this phone number in the other. We put two and two together and called you. Is there anyway you can get down here?"
"I guess so... Hang on a sec..." Yamato clamped a hand over the mouthpiece to his phone and turned to face a police officer. "They want me down at Odaiba General... My car is at home, is there anyway I could hitch a ride?" When the police officer responded positively, Yamato removed his hand from the speaker and replied, "I'll be there as soon as I can." And hung up.
Kinae WARNING, WARNING! DANGER, DANGER! IF THE AUTHOR DOES NOT RECEIVE ENOUGH REVIEWS, THIS STORY WILL BECOME A COMPLETE CLIFFHANGER AND WILL NEVER BE CONCLUDED! Heh... It only takes five for the next part, which is already written... oh and since I forgot a disclaimer in the beginning... I do not own digimon, police officers, red trainers, or clean boxers... though my dad does... j/k...