Summary: I know not why I decided to write the digimon fanfic. Maybe because I recently loaded few episodes for my cousin. Maybe not... Anyway, this will be the story about problems both in the real and digital worlds, centric mostly around Yamato. The time is right after first season.
As for my other stories, I'll try to post new chapters soon. Inspiration isn't the thing that can be easily called. It comes and goes whenever it want's.
From one mess to another
Chapter 1. Hostage
It was cold and dark. Yamato shifted slightly grunting in pain. His body was aching fiercely sending waves of sickness. The boy didn't know how long he's spent here, laying bound and gagged on the cold stony floor. His mind was blurred, covered with a thick mist that slowed his thoughts. It irritated him greatly for he couldn't even remember what had happen. Darkness and silence were starting to get to him, enveloping his mind and heart, making him want to cry, to call for help... Yamato knew it was fruitless. Wherever he was, he was out of anyone's reach.
Bits of memories were floating in his brain, slowly and lazily searching for their place's. The process of remembering became agonizing, but the boy stubbornly continued ignoring the intensing headache.
flash back
He went to met with his younger brother Takeru somewhere in the center of the city. It started to rain. First there was just a light drizzle which was actually rather refreshing after the long hot summer day. But in just a few minutes it was pouring hard, the streets were quickly being abandoned by people. Yamato grabbed Takeru and dragged him inside the building that appeared to be the jewelry store. The guard looked them over before smiling reassuringly. Yamato relaxed a bit, seeing that they would not get kicked out. He patted his brother's shoulder and smiled warmly at the soaked boy.
"Are you all right?" He asked slightly concerned.
"Off course I am." Takeru responded with a grimace. "It is just a small rain."
Yamato sighed. It seemed that after many trying adventures in the Digital World he still could not accept that his brother was little boy no more. He just couldn't stop worrying about him! Even if Takeru wasn't pleased with it, Yamato was still his big brother and stopping being protective was like stopping breathing.
"What do you say if we take a look around?" He suggested, changing the topic. "We still need to chose a present for mom."
They slowly walked among the tables full of beautifully crafted jewelry's, discussing it quietly. There were few people inside. Two young women were standing near the large stand with shiny necklaces. An old lady in a whimsical suit and red hat with a big yellow feather on top was arguing loudly and peevishly with a weary looking girl in a uniform.
Melodic ringing of the tiny bell got the attention to the door. Yamato looked up to see the newcomers. They were two men in a black suits and long coats. Something about their appearance sent shivers down the boy's spine even if he couldn't tell why. Yamato instinctively shifted so that he would be standing between the two strangers and Takeru.
"Yamato?" The younger boy asked concerned, watching his brother's tensed stand. "Is something wrong?"
"Um... No." Yamato turned his gaze back to his brother, shaking his head slightly and smiling. "Just lost touch with reality, you know." He didn't want to worry his brother unnecessarily. But he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable with those men's presence...
Yamato looked at the window. It was dark outside and the raindrops were still banging rapidly at the glass. He sighed. No matter what he felt, he couldn't take Takeru out in such a storm. He turned around to face his still worried brother. Forcing a smile he gently pushed him toward the next table.
Yamato tried hard to cope with his growing worry. With each passing second he had to fight the urge to grab his brother and run out of the shop harder. Finally, it became to much.
"Takeru, I think we need to go."
"Why? It's still rain..." Takeru started to say and shut up, seeing odd expression at his brother's face. "Ok, if you want to..."
They turned toward the exit. But even before they could make a step, loud voice shouted.
"Everybody freeze! It's robbery. Get face down to the floor!"
Yamato turned around sharply, placing Takeru directly behind his back. His eyes made contact with one of the robbers'. He saw the gun in the man's hand, heard horrified screams and whimpers of the ladies, but he couldn't move. His brain was working hard to find the way out, to get his brother away from harm. He felt Takeru's fingers gripping hard at his shirt.
Finally snapping back to reality, Yamato started to push his brother to the floor not wanting to get their invaders angry.
"Need a help, boy?" Angry voice asked and Yamato turned in it's direction.
He stared at the cold gray eyes of the man before the large iron fist connected with his jaw sending him to the floor. Cold gunpoint was pressed to the back of his neck.
"You, over there." The gunman shouted to the guard. "Throw your weapon away and lay down too."
Yamato was still dazed after the blow. The gun was moved away and he concluded that the officer complied to this "request". The boy ventured to lift his aching head and searched for Takeru. He found his brother's frightened eyes staring at him. The younger boy wanted to run to his brother's side so badly! But he dared not to move. Yamato felt the icy grip of fear as well, but he could not show it in front of his brother.
"All will be well, Takeru." He assured his brother although deep in his heart he doubted it.
As if to prove his thoughts a commotion near the pay-desk could be heard. Yamato looked up the moment one of the bandits backhanded the girl.
"Damn it!" One of them cursed. "She set the alarm!"
The other one kicked the desk angrily, making other females to cry in fear. Suddenly those cold gray eyes met Yamato's blue once more. The boy flinched seeing that the man has stridden toward him. In a moment he was grabbed by the back of his shirt and pulled to his feet none too gently.
"Grab the jewelry." The man ordered, pushing the bag in his hands and shoving him forward.
Yamato was torn between two feelings. One part of him wanted to comply, to get everything over. The sooner this guys would get what they want, the sooner they be gone. But another part of him (the one that became very strong during recent adventures in the Digital world) wanted to say something bold and stand defiant in front of this men. Well, his rational part at last won the battle and was franticly shouting for him to obey. But again, he lost too much time thinking. That earned him another blow to the face, this time the fist smashed into his nose. Yamato stumbled, feeling warm blood starting to run down his face. He heard Takeru whimpering.
"Will this convince you?" The man pointed his gun at Takeru.
Yamato swallowed painfully and went to the first table, smashing the glass with his bare hand, letting pain to dull his growing rage and fear. Tiny splinters were biting painfully in his arm, causing the blood to flow in small rivulets. The boy grabbed the shiny crafts and threw them into the bag, as if they were no more then some breakage. All that mattered now was not to provoke this men to harm Takeru or himself.
He filled the bag almost completely when the distant sound of sirens could be heard. The police.
"Great! What are we to do now?!" One of the bandits asked.
Another swore loudly and grabbed Yamato. He took the bag from the boy's arms and after the brief hesitation pushed the boy to the exit. His friend caught the idea, coming right behind them.
"No." Takeru cried softly. "Yamato!"
He knew not what to do, how to react. He could do nothing to protect his brother, nothing to help.
Yamato was pushed outside, in the darkness of the closing evening. He never thought that it was that late. The rain was still pouring down hard and the boy had difficulties to see anything. Suddenly a bright light hit his eyes, making him to squeeze them shut. Muffled voice spoke through the megaphone.
"Surrender! Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your head."
The man behind Yamato snarled in rage, pressing the gun harder to the boy's head.
"Let us go, or the kid's to pay." He shouted out.
Yamato hated to be this weak, hated to be threatened, to be used to make other's surrender. He saw the police officers' concern faces. They didn't use their weapons. They were here to protect him, but could not do it because of him.
The sound of breaks told him about the car that stopped few feet away. He was shoved inside after one of the them got in. The other entered right after the boy. So Yamato found himself being placed between two bandits as the car moved away at the top speed.
"A change in the plan." One of the men said to the driver and pointed to Yamato. "The kid's gonna be the assurance of our freedom till we deal with our cases."
Yamato didn't like the look at the other's face. He looked down at his knees wondering how in the hell had he dragged himself in such a trouble. He sensed the movement beside him, but had no time to react. Well, he had little option left to do. So when the hilt of the gun connected with the back of his head, he could do nothing else but to submit to darkness.
He was completely at the mercy of this men.
End of flash back
... TBC