To live the death of the undead.

By: Ryan Kembler.

A/N: whoo! I thought of this idea while sitting in a car on the way to the store o.o;; I like it though, I think its fairly different, except for the way Yamato dies. Sounds like the first episodes of yu yu hakusho, which is strange, because I wasn't really aiming for that n.n; oh well, I'll live, ne?

Warning(s): SHOUEN AI/YAOI!!! Taito, Daiken, Osato? HET/STRAIGHT STUFF!! Takari. 

R&R PLEASE!!

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Yamato hated school. Not just hated, loathed. But what normal teenager didn't, after all? Not that the blond cared about all of them, and the moment he just cared about himself, hating school, more then anything. No, actually Yamato hated Mondays more then anything. Monday mornings when he had to go to school, yeah, that was it.

That was just what this was, a Monday morning, and he was on his way to school. Not to mention he was late by at least twenty minuets, and on top of that he had to walk. His father was out of town, along with the car, and he was stuck either walking or taking the bus, which he had missed today, having woken up late. The blond muttered to himself as he slammed the button for the cross walk. Muttering to himself, he watched the light flash 'walk' in Katakana, and stepped off the curb, walking foreword.

Stepping on the curb across the street, Yamato felt something pulling at the back of his mind and turned around. The sign flashed 'don't walk' in katakana, but a little boy ran out in the street, chasing a soccer ball. Not only that, but a dark green car was rushing toward the kid at a speed that was far over the limit, with a cop car chasing after it.

Something snapped inside of the blond. He heard the mother of the kid scream out the little boy's name. Takaru. He couldn't help but snap. His bag dropped to the ground and he threw himself on the child, protectively. The little boy cried out, scared, and clung to him, the ball forgotten, as it rolled off to the side. Something impacted with Yamato's side, and he was sent flipping thought the air, finally landing on that side again, before it all went black for him.

The car skidded to a stop, and a man jumped out. He was wearing a blue outfit. A cop car pulled up beside him, avoiding the boy on the street. The cop jumped out and rushed over to Yamato. He felt for a pulse, before prying the unconscious's boys arms off of the little boy, who was covered in blood. Yamato's blood. "Call an ambulance!" The police man called out, and a random person pulled out a cell phone and dialed the number for the hospital.

The child's mother rushed over and hugged her son, who seemed to have no injuries what so ever, aside from that he was covered in blood. She cried both out of joy for her child's life and sorrow for the boy who saved him.

"Does anyone know this boy?" The cop asked, looking around. The woman shook her head.

"He just was just walking by, and turned around just in time." The woman told him, gripping her crying child tightly. The little boy seemed to be aware of what was going on, because he was reaching out toward Yamato and sobbing loudly.

"His bag is over there." A voice said, but no one seemed to see the person who spoke. A young woman brought it over to the cop and he pulled out Yamato's wallet, looking inside.

"His name is Yamato Ishida." He told them, reading from a piece of notebook paper shoved into the wallet next to his school I.D., where the blond was sticking out his tongue and had one eye closed, that read 'in case of emergency.' "He goes to a nearby school. I need to call this boy's father, may I please use someone's phone?"

The woman handed her phone to him, and he dialed Mr. Ishida's work number.

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Takaru was bored. He was done with his test, and still have forty minuets to go before the test was supposed to be over. His teacher continued to tell him to work on his test, and every time he told her he was done, she shook her head and told him to do it again. He yawned and rested his head on the desk.

Suddenly the phone on the teacher's desk went wild, and everyone looked up, except Takaru. Silently he wished that it were something for him, ANYTHING, to get him out of this hell of a classroom.

"Takaru. Please report to the front desk, you're father is here to pick you up."

Heh, so it had worked. The young blood grabbed his things and rushed out of the room with one last wave to Hikari. He smiled to himself as he walked down the hall, suppressing the urge to skip, not in the least bit phased by the strangeness of his father coming to pick him up.

He was DEFIANTLY not prepared for what happened.

His father nearly tackled him in a hug, about ready to sob out. The young blond blinked, not having a clue what was going on. His father coked out a few words, and he didn't understand all but two. He didn't need to.

"Yamato" and "Hospital."

"Nani!?" Takaru yelled, shoving his father back and staring up at him wide-eyed. His father took a deep breath and repeated himself.

"Yamato was hit by a car, and is in the hospital."

Takaru's eyes widened more then one would think humanly possible, even in an anime, and he choked out "Onii-chan? Byooin(Hospital, thought it may be spelled wrong)?" His father nodded and he burst into tears, not caring that he looked like a child. His brother was in the hospital! Hit by a car!"

His father picked him up and carried him to the car. He sobbed like a child still, as his father strapped him in. At the moment Takaru didn't care… his brother… in the hospital…

Takaru had always hated hospitals since he could remember. He knew it had something to do with Yamato in the first place. Ah, that's right. When Takaru was 4 he had been playing with a pair of scissors. Yamato had yelled at him for it, and he has thrown the scissors at him. He had gotten his Onii-chan deep in the left hand, and had to watch as they stitched it up. He remembered that Yamato hadn't cried, and had tried not to himself. But his Okaa-sama told him it was ok to cry, because he was worried about Yamato. He thought that his Okaa-sama would be mad because he had been the one to hurt Onii-chan, but Yamato told Okaa-sama and Otoo-kun that he had been running with the scissors and fallen. They had been mad at Onii-chan.

And now here he was, still crying.

He heard his father mutter that his mother would be meeting them there, and he sniffled, rubbing his eyes and drying his tears. He knew this time it wasn't his fault that his Onii-chan had been hurt, but he couldn't help but feel guilty.

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Hikari walked out of class when her cell rang. She answered it, wondering who would know just when Lunch was to call her. She smiled when she heard Takaru say "Moshi, Moshi."

"Moshi, Moshi! Takaru-chan, Ogenki desu ka?" The child of light asked cheerfully, smiling as she waved over Daisuke, Miyako, and Iroi.

"Bad." Takaru replied simply. His voice was tired and cold, and it sounded as if he had been screaming for three hours straight.

"Nani? Whats wrong, Takaru-chan?" Hikari asked, worry playing all over her features. Her laughing friends stopped suddenly with one look at her face.

"Onii-chan is in the hospital." Takaru told her, his voice playing out no emotion what so ever.

Hikari nearly dropped the phone. She didn't say anything, just stood there, her hand shaking and her mouth open. She sputtered a bit, and Daisuke grabbed the phone from her.

"Listen here, you jerk! Leave Hikari-sama alone, she—"

"Daisuke no baka." Takaru said.

Daisuke blinked confused. "Nani? Takaru-kun?"

"Hai, baka. Give the phone back to Hikari-sama."

Daisuke complied, a confused look on his face. What would Takaru say to Hikari to make her react like that?

Hikari gripped the phone with both hands, so that she wouldn't drop it. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you when to get here." Takaru told her. "Come by after school, ne? Please bring Taichi-kun."

Hikari nodded, even thought he couldn't see it, and said her good-byes before hanging up.

"Daijoobu desu ka, Hikari-sama?" Miyako asked, worried for her evolution partner and friend.

Hikari looked over at her, her eyes wide and sad. She was silent for a few minuets before she sighed and looked at the ground, before opening her mouth to tell them what had happened.

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Taichi muttered to himself as he walked outside of his high-school and fell against the wall. He should have known he couldn't trust Yamato with a school project. He was supposed to bring the poster that the two had spent all week end working on, but of coarse, the blond hadn't showed up. He glared at the ground in front of him, before he heard the voice of his little sister.

"Onii-chan?"

Taichi looked up, blinking. What was his little sister doing there? They never met after school unless it was planned by their mother or to go to the digital world. By the look on the light child's face something bad had happened to someone she knew.

"Hai, Hikari-chan?" He asked, pulling himself from the cement that he was leaning on. By the look on her face, he wasn't sure he wanted to know, however his courage pushed him on, and he decided that covering his ears and running wouldn't be a good idea.

"Yamato-kun is in the hospital."

Taichi shook his head. He didn't think he had heard her right. Did she just say that Yamato was in the hospital? "Run that by me again, sis?"

"Yamato-kun is in the Hospital." Hikari repeated, her voice sounding like a drones. "I don't know the details, but we need to get there fast. Daisuke-kun is going to pick up Ken-sama and meet up with us there with the others and Takaru-chan." But Taichi didn't catch any of that. All he caught was that Yamato… HIS best friend… HIS Yamato… was in the hospital. Injured, hurt, suffering. That couldn't be… no…

The brown haired boy managed to nod and follow his sister to his car, get in, and drive without even blinking.

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Yamato lay in bed, badly beaten up. His ribs where bandaged, as where the side of his head and his right shoulder, where he had both been hit and landed. Although he had managed to save the little boy from most injury, he himself had not been so lucky. If he woke up, he would not be able to write for a period of time unless he learned left handed, and it was a very slim that he was going to wake up in the first place. He had lost a lot of blood, and still was slowly.

A dark figure stood by his bed, watching him resting. The dark figure new his stage of life very well, for he had been in it himself before it had happened to him. Before he had come along.

'You will become a great master one day' he had said, a smile playing across his lips. 'you will know who you're apprentice shall be, and you will take him in as I took you in. You will kill him, but save him from a death more shameful then the one he has. You will give him an undead death, as I have given you.'

'but I don't want to.' He responded. 'I don't want to curse him like you did me!'

Yet here he was, giving this boy an undead death, as his master had done to him, and as his master's master before him.

The dark man sighed and walked out of the shadows. His spiky blue hair fell a bit over his eyes, and his black glasses framed his face, all thought he did not need them. They where a comport item form when he had still been alive. His skin was as white as a snow covered hill, and his lips where tinted blue. Beneath them play two perfectly shaped in fangs just behind his normal k-nines. He was fairly tall, although he had been young when he died; he had changed himself to be older, having the power to do that. He wore dark midnight blue, and black, as it blend in better in the dead of night.

As the blond lay before him, he wondered which fate would be worse for him. A fate where he may never wake up, or a fate where he will never see anyone he loves again.

Osamu sighed to himself, and looked at the ceiling. "Ara… Ken-chan, what would you do in this situation?"