I will die and no one will care

Warning: This is a yaoi fic, it is now on your screen because you may have picked two males and a romance and angst category. So don't look at it if you don't like it. It involves drugs, sex, alcohol, adult language and of course sex between males, who? I don't know. Incest? May be.

Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, not a single one of its characters. I didn't create them, I only use my imagination for my own heart content.

(A/N: This means author note, the author here is, well, ME. Sometimes I get confused with my own argument, so, I'll tell you if I make a mistake.)


Chapter 1

- A free subject essay? Why is the choice so open?

-I don't know, don't ask me, ask somebody else, I'm not the teacher.

Takeru was walking with his friend towards the cafeteria, talking about the homework the teacher of English has just left.

- He doesn't have idea of what he is teaching.

-Takeru, why do you always have to complain? The easiest the best, so shut up now! –Daisuke said while they joined their friends, who were waiting for them in a table, all together, Ken, Hikari, Iori and Miyako.

-Hey guys you aren't fighting again, are you? –Hikari said.

-It seems like so, but I don't care –Takeru answered, he looked annoyed and wanted to get out from there as soon as possible.

-So… -Miyako started –Are you ready for our camp this weekend?

The faces of the kids became bright and started to talk happily about it. They've been planning this picnic for over a week, and this time, the grown ups wouldn't be around bothering. Well, that is what Daisuke said, and most of them agreed, except Takeru, who didn't say a word, but deep inside him, he knew those trips were the only ones available to see his brother, spend some time with him, and most of all, with his brother's boyfriend, but Takeru had never said anything about his crush, to anybody.

So that was one of Takeru's secret. To be in love with Taichi. The truth would break all kind of relationship between his brother and him, and he didn't want that to happen. It would break the friendship between Hikari, Taichi's sister, mostly because he knew she liked him, and to say that he didn't love her would be rude. Also it would tear apart the thin relationship that exists between him and Daisuke. He knew he doesn't like gay people, not like a homophobic one, but always kept away from Taichi and Yamato, just like in this camp.

So he was alone, no one to share his suffering, no one to tell the truth, no one who can comfort him. No one to bring him back to the reality. The worst part was that practically he was his brother's rival, almost enemies, but the love for his brother was bigger than his crush, so it didn't matter. Plus, the fact that Yamato was older and had always been a closer friend of Taichi, and that he was more handsome and popular… he scolded him self for thinking he could have a chance.

- None in a million years…

-What? Takeru, you should go home really… -Daisuke slapped him on the head.

He was day dreaming. He had done that more frequently some weeks ago. What kind of dreams? Oh, don't ask me… you know what kind of dreams. The image Takeru had of Taichi was the one a boy should have of his father. He loved him because of so many reasons, most of them freaky and insane, and so others as childish as him self when he was 5. But Takeru has grown up now. He wasn't thinking in cuddling, he wasn't thinking in kisses in the forehead, not the loving words he used to hear from Yamato when he was little. No… Takeru was sexually active at the age of 14, and lost his virginity by sleeping with a 20 year old male. Who? He didn't even know.

-What is your essay going to be about? –Daisuke asked, trying to bring Takeru back to reality.

-Prostitution… may be… -Takeru answered with a dark expression.

-Prostitution? Wow! And what are you going to say?

-It's my homework, ok?

Takeru was tired of Daisuke. He was the kind of guy who liked to lead, but never did it properly, the kind of guy who had his ego in the stratosphere, and never came down to see his mistakes. Of course, the rest of their friends didn't share that thought. They used to say Daisuke was their best friend, that he shared him self with everyone, open minded (not very much, as he doesn't like gays). Takeru wanted to arrive home as soon as possible, and quit from this jerk.

When he was at home, his mom wasn't there. It was a hot afternoon, and because of the weather, it might rain that night. He wasn't tired, not sleepy either. So he relaxed him self in the couch, turned on the TV and after seeing anything interesting, he started to scribble down in his notebook some good points he would use for his essay.

He got very inspired in it, and after thirty minutes of writing. He finished it.

Prostitution

By Takeru Takaishi

Prostitute.- (also informal hooker, old fashioned whore) nounC a person, especially a woman, who earns money by having sex with people –pros-ti-tu-tion / noun U

From Oxford American Wordpower Dictionary. Oxford University Press. 1998

The oldest job since the Creation, the cheapest, the most expensive, the most demanded, the most silenced about, the sin, the vice. What does it take to became a prostitute? According to statistic, most of the girls who had left school because pregnancy or parent abandon, had thrown their selves into the business of the flesh. From all over the years, it has been illegal, forbidden, but not enough to make it disappear.

The price of the occupation varies according to the establishment where it is exercised. If one works for their own, it is easier that the customer pays less, while there are certain places where the owner charges some commission to give the seller rename, in which case, the paying is higher.

It also varies from country to country, according to the age, sex, race or nationality, according to the area in which one works, or the socioeconomic class that goes to respective establishment.

Nevertheless, while it is illegal, the occupation will lack a fixed payment that persons can have, as if they would have with any other work. And mostly because there isn't any kind of life insurance that covers the medical expenses, during the exercise or when they are requested, due to the propensity of acquiring viral illnesses whose cure is very limited and mostly permanent.

The preservative use is required if one works in an establishment or center. Any contract is not signed and if the person works for him/her self, a checkup will be made at least every two months, according to the activity that has had.

Psychologically, there are many reasons of why a person decides to sell her/his body in order to earn some money. First: the need. We can not know what kind of situation a person is running through, not if his/her scholar situation can give a chance for get another kind of job, of if there are more persons like senile, children, or handicap people, who depends economically on the one who is working in prostitution

He read it once more, and after getting satisfied of his writing, he left the room and took a bath.

Ring, ring…

"Fuck"

-Takaishi's residence. Takeru's speaking.

-Hello? Akira? I didn't know that was your name?

-I've told you not to call home, you have my cell!

-Very sorry Mr. Darkened Alley. Do you wanna get out of there?

-Sure, why not?

-Is your mom there?

-Not currently, but she will be here soon.

-Oh, I see. Then I'll pick ya at six and then I don't know… how does that sound?

- It's fine to me. As long as you pay, I don't have cash today.

-Don't worry dude, who is your daddy? Haha, I'll see you later.

-Okay, and, Shigure, don't forget the shit.

-You bet not

He places the phone on the table and sighs.

-Jerk.

No, he wasn't the guy who fucked him for the first time. He has just been dating Takeru for less than a month and things were definitely sexual between them. So they were lovers, although Takeru never felt in love with him, but his addiction to sex has been growing since then. He didn't mind the fact he was dating an older guy, on the contrary, he loved it. He was a precocious boy with very insane thoughts. Anyways, no one had ever noticed. His mom was pretty sure his little baby still pure and clean. The same thing his friends and his brother used to think. But that was an excuse, because nobody really knew him.

Was Shigure handsome? Umm, kinda. But he paid well, and satisfied Takeru enough to making him stop thinking about Taichi. When he didn't see him in a whole week, he started to day dream of Tai raping him. So he used to say Shigure's little secret was necessary for keep him controlled.

Yeah, Takeru was a prostitute; a personal one. Among rich and popular gay men Takeru was known very well, and very demanded too. Known as Akira, his cell phone number was as forbidden as drugs, so he never asked for the job, he was just… well... special stuff. And he liked to keep a relationship with a guy until he got bored. It was a different kind of prostitution, but he liked it, although he wasn't happy enough to forget Tai.

-Why didn't you tell me your true name? –Shigure asked when Takeru jerked the car's door.

-Cause I don't want publicity among inappropriate people.

-They will catch you, you know?

-Can we go now? –Takeru replied annoyed.

-I haven't got the shit.

-And what are we waiting for?

-You're getting harsh with me Akira, I mean, Takeru.

-Don't- ever call me like that –Takeru pointed out meanly, got closer, placed his lips on Shigure's lips and breathed sexily. -Let's go before mom arrives.

After this they arrived at Shigure's department. Takeru drop his backpack on the table and threw him self on the bed.

-What do we have today? –he asked.

-Mmm, just coke. Milan said he was fucking over watched for heroine. Some stupid assholes were selling it at Ninth Route and they were caught. Milan is having a rough time.

-May I see it?

-Only if you take it.

-And how am I supposed to check it?

Shigure laughed to him self, and handed Takeru the little plastic bag. Takeru spotted a table and poured the content of the bag on it. He picked a dollar from his wallet and rolled it in order to make a straw. He inhaled the white dust.

-How is it?

-Good.

Later, after Shigure emptied him self and Takeru got enough fucking, the clock stroke nine and the younger boy slipped from the bed and went home.


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