I baaaaacccccckkkkkkkk~! ^.~ I left digimon fiction for a while but
now the bitch is back to take a stand against the ending of 02. ^.^
This is going to be a long ficcie, so I should warn you now. This
will be YAOI, KENSUKE YAOI, that means Daisuke and Ken going at it.
That's the planned future of this ficcie. Don't like it? Flame me if
you want, I need inspiration, or just turn back. Other wise, enjoy!
Untitled prologue: Enter Goggle-Boy
by Eve Psyche
Have you ever had one of those dreams? The ones that scare you until
you're shaking and crying and clutching at your sheets to calm
your heart. Did you ever have one of those dreams where within them you
prayed they were just a dream?
Daisuke wished.
Oh, how he wished.
He coughed roughly, pitching forward onto his hands as he bent down
on the ground. A single hand reached up and wiped at his mouth. The
coppery taste was on his tongue, almost making him hurl, to the
embarrassment of it all. He'd hated the sight of blood, the thought
of blood period, since he was five and had his leg ripped open. He
could still see his sister's panicking face as blood soaked into his
socks.
But now was different.
He wasn't coughing crimson because he was sick. Like one time with
the flu when he had coughed until he couldn't even ask for orange
juice and scared his mother because he had ran an impossibly high
temperature. He remembered his parent's worried faces as they
watched him from the door of his room when they thought he was
sleeping.
This was horribly different from that time. He'd give up anything for
it to be the same.
He could feel his arm shaking as he pushed against the ground in a
desperate attempt to keep awake. Or, to keep from not just dieing, as
if his strength to hold up his own body was the last thing he had
left in the world. For being just a kid, this fact seemed unreal,
like he was forbidden to even know its existence. But he did. He
could almost feel death brushing against the back of his neck. It
raised the hairs and made him shiver.
He wanted to get up and save...whomever it was itching at the back of
his head that he had to save. He didn't know who it was, but the urge
was so strong he didn't know what to do. Was it someone he loved?
Someone who loved him? Someone who just needed him for whatever
reason? He couldn't figure it out.
Fears started to eat at the edges of his mind.
//I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not scream, not because of
him, not because of anything he's done. I will not cry.// Thoughts he
didn't understand whirled around in his head. Why was he thinking
about crying? He hadn't cried since he was five, and his leg was cut
open.
Then someone screamed, and he almost hurled from the sound. How could
such a sound be so gut wrenching? It was high and terrorized,
sounding completely without hope, and he knew it was someone he
loved. The someone he wished to save. Why couldn't he get up and help
them? Where had his courage gone?
The last thing he saw where blank violet eyes.
~~~~~~@~~~~~~
"Dai-suk-eeeee!" One of the other soccer players, Chiki, yelled. "You
brought the ball right?"
"Hai, lets play!" A broad cheesy smile spread across his lips and he
flashed a peace sign before kicking the ball out onto the field.
Daisuke ran out onto the field, joining the other soccer players in
some before-school practice. He laughed even as he got tripped and
skidded hard into the ground. He flashed another one of his grins
before jumping up and playing again.
Sure, they *tried* to trip him as hard as they could just for the fun
of it all, but he wasn't going to let that stop him.
A stray kick made the ball fly the wrong way, wrong way off the field
and almost beaning someone hard enough to cancel their first day in a
new school year. Daisuke moved quickly over to the guy who had,
luckily enough, caught it between two hands looking almost surprised
with himself.
"Oi! Lil' help? Throw it back in please!" //Why is he looking at me
like that?//
"Anou....Taichi?" The boy with the ball asked, blinking
owlishly. "Eh, must be the goggles!" He laughed and tossed the ball
into Daisuke's hands before walking off.
Daisuke just stood there for a moment, blinking. His hands shifted on
the ball slightly. Didn't I see him...in my dream...?
"Daisuke!" Chiki yelled, breaking him out of his dark thoughts of
what had happened doing his walks in the sandman's domain.
"A-aa! Lets go!" He grinned half-heartedly, kicking the ball once
again onto the field.
~~~~~~@~~~~~~
"Hikari-chan! You're in my class again!" Angels must walk among us!
Why else would she be here? Daisuke grinned and sat down beside her.
Her eyes seemed to flash as she timidly smiled back. "Daisuke-kun,
genki des ka? How was your summer?" He knew she was humouring him,
just like she did last year when he met her.
"Hikari? We meet again!" A voice came from the door.
Daisuke turned his head and saw the boy who had caught the soccer
ball. Something in his gut told him that this guy would be trouble to
his delusions about life. He could tell by the way Hikari's eyes lit
up that he had never had any hope with her. Quietly, he moved another
seat over, bowing his head slightly as someone crooned behind
him. "Dai sukii~ii!"
now the bitch is back to take a stand against the ending of 02. ^.^
This is going to be a long ficcie, so I should warn you now. This
will be YAOI, KENSUKE YAOI, that means Daisuke and Ken going at it.
That's the planned future of this ficcie. Don't like it? Flame me if
you want, I need inspiration, or just turn back. Other wise, enjoy!
Untitled prologue: Enter Goggle-Boy
by Eve Psyche
Have you ever had one of those dreams? The ones that scare you until
you're shaking and crying and clutching at your sheets to calm
your heart. Did you ever have one of those dreams where within them you
prayed they were just a dream?
Daisuke wished.
Oh, how he wished.
He coughed roughly, pitching forward onto his hands as he bent down
on the ground. A single hand reached up and wiped at his mouth. The
coppery taste was on his tongue, almost making him hurl, to the
embarrassment of it all. He'd hated the sight of blood, the thought
of blood period, since he was five and had his leg ripped open. He
could still see his sister's panicking face as blood soaked into his
socks.
But now was different.
He wasn't coughing crimson because he was sick. Like one time with
the flu when he had coughed until he couldn't even ask for orange
juice and scared his mother because he had ran an impossibly high
temperature. He remembered his parent's worried faces as they
watched him from the door of his room when they thought he was
sleeping.
This was horribly different from that time. He'd give up anything for
it to be the same.
He could feel his arm shaking as he pushed against the ground in a
desperate attempt to keep awake. Or, to keep from not just dieing, as
if his strength to hold up his own body was the last thing he had
left in the world. For being just a kid, this fact seemed unreal,
like he was forbidden to even know its existence. But he did. He
could almost feel death brushing against the back of his neck. It
raised the hairs and made him shiver.
He wanted to get up and save...whomever it was itching at the back of
his head that he had to save. He didn't know who it was, but the urge
was so strong he didn't know what to do. Was it someone he loved?
Someone who loved him? Someone who just needed him for whatever
reason? He couldn't figure it out.
Fears started to eat at the edges of his mind.
//I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not scream, not because of
him, not because of anything he's done. I will not cry.// Thoughts he
didn't understand whirled around in his head. Why was he thinking
about crying? He hadn't cried since he was five, and his leg was cut
open.
Then someone screamed, and he almost hurled from the sound. How could
such a sound be so gut wrenching? It was high and terrorized,
sounding completely without hope, and he knew it was someone he
loved. The someone he wished to save. Why couldn't he get up and help
them? Where had his courage gone?
The last thing he saw where blank violet eyes.
~~~~~~@~~~~~~
"Dai-suk-eeeee!" One of the other soccer players, Chiki, yelled. "You
brought the ball right?"
"Hai, lets play!" A broad cheesy smile spread across his lips and he
flashed a peace sign before kicking the ball out onto the field.
Daisuke ran out onto the field, joining the other soccer players in
some before-school practice. He laughed even as he got tripped and
skidded hard into the ground. He flashed another one of his grins
before jumping up and playing again.
Sure, they *tried* to trip him as hard as they could just for the fun
of it all, but he wasn't going to let that stop him.
A stray kick made the ball fly the wrong way, wrong way off the field
and almost beaning someone hard enough to cancel their first day in a
new school year. Daisuke moved quickly over to the guy who had,
luckily enough, caught it between two hands looking almost surprised
with himself.
"Oi! Lil' help? Throw it back in please!" //Why is he looking at me
like that?//
"Anou....Taichi?" The boy with the ball asked, blinking
owlishly. "Eh, must be the goggles!" He laughed and tossed the ball
into Daisuke's hands before walking off.
Daisuke just stood there for a moment, blinking. His hands shifted on
the ball slightly. Didn't I see him...in my dream...?
"Daisuke!" Chiki yelled, breaking him out of his dark thoughts of
what had happened doing his walks in the sandman's domain.
"A-aa! Lets go!" He grinned half-heartedly, kicking the ball once
again onto the field.
~~~~~~@~~~~~~
"Hikari-chan! You're in my class again!" Angels must walk among us!
Why else would she be here? Daisuke grinned and sat down beside her.
Her eyes seemed to flash as she timidly smiled back. "Daisuke-kun,
genki des ka? How was your summer?" He knew she was humouring him,
just like she did last year when he met her.
"Hikari? We meet again!" A voice came from the door.
Daisuke turned his head and saw the boy who had caught the soccer
ball. Something in his gut told him that this guy would be trouble to
his delusions about life. He could tell by the way Hikari's eyes lit
up that he had never had any hope with her. Quietly, he moved another
seat over, bowing his head slightly as someone crooned behind
him. "Dai sukii~ii!"