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Tears in Icy Water
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By Kyoko_Jyou
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Warning: This Fanfic has been written with lemon intentions in mind.
While I'm placing the first few chapters on the fairly tame PG rating, the
succeeding chapters would systematically be more and more... shall we
say... dramatic in many ways. Whether this fanfic may or may not end up as a lemon, it would be up to the readers. Or, I suppose I could separate the lemon from the story and give it a separate link and rating so it's win-win! DR. KJ STRIKES AGAIN!!!
Author's Note: Not a sequel to Better Night! Not a sequel to Better Night!
Thank You.
~*~
Dissed-claimer... ehrm... Disclaimer. Due to the same International
Conspiracy covering up the full scale Neptunian Brain Parasite Invasion
going on in this planet at this very moment, I do not own Digimon:
Digital Monsters or anything resembling the aforementioned merchandising mogul by name, appearance, hand feel, taste, or value in Disney Dollars.
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Chapter One: The Recluse Finale
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Jyou.
He was but a sickly, frail boy when I met him. Horn rim glasses, asthma, v-neck sweaters, a nasal voice... he was the Nerd Kami incarnate for all anybody cared.
Nobody did, really.
Cared about him, I mean. Ever since Grade School, he'd always been the smart-alecky know-it-all everybody avoided, and who could blame them?
He'd fret about everything from a paper cut to the possibility of the moon falling. He was two years ahead of our class, although we had guys bullying him around.
That was almost ten years ago.
Things Change.
-Mimi Tachikawa
~*~
Jyou sat silently at his desk, looking at the old pictures of the
Digidestined he took a few years back. He sighed softly, barely audible even in the stillness and soundlessness of his apartment room. It's been almost four years since he had lost contact from all his friends, that fateful day when he entered Senior Highschool. Only a year before did he graduate from College after only taking the Medicine Course for a month. All throughout the preceeding years, Dr. Kido had forced him to take correspondence courses n Pre-Medical subjects, leaving him to slave for countless sleepless nights and several summerless years on projects in Human Anatomy and Advanced Pathology.
His brain marred by an explosion of raw data, he prevailed in the ordeal, passing the Medical Bar Exam as the youngest doctor in Japan at the tender age of 18 years, seven months.
Yet he admitted he could not face the career. Not now. Not yet. Finally free from his father's prison, he took a job at Odaiba General, quitting after a few months, over-fatigued. He now sulks heavily on his one-bedroom apartment, contemplating on either ending his life or making something out of it.
He knew he had wasted his teen years locked up in the Kido attic, entombed in a wall of five-pound books which touched the ceiling.
But the damage has been done, no question about that.
He's grown weak and emotionally frail in his years of seclusion.
He needed help... badly.
He looked at the photograph closely. Those faces.
I'm coming back, guys.
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There he was on our front porch.
Never thought it was him when I first laid my eyes on him.
Only when he laid his on me did I utter his long ineffable name.
"Jyou?"
I couldn't believe it was him...
Corpse thin and eyes deep in their sockets. He could have claimed death and we'd believe him. His navy blue hair was long and wiry, so was his five-o-clock shadow and the dense growth of hair visibly sticking out from his bony, veined arms. He was still tall, the tallest of the Digidestined with his 6'4 frame supporting what little is left of his body.
Without a word, he embraced me tenderly with a strength so emotionally invoked, I was slightly crushed. A cold tear brushed his cheek, streaming down my shoulder.
All I could do then and there was to stroke him back, whispering gently into his ears "Welcome back, Jyou..."
-Koushiro Izumi
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"Jyou, if there's anything I could get you..."
"No thank you."
"Anybody you'd like to see?"
"No."
"Anything at all?"
Jyou only refused. He slumped restfully in Koushi's couch, watching a
video of Taichi's soccer matches.
Jyou and Koushiro had always been friends since they could remember, which was probably why Jyou chose Koushiro as his first stop. He looked at him carefully. How his old friend has grown in the years he had been away. Koushiro's no longer the short little red-head he used to tease playfully because of his height. It's sad how things change relentlessly over the years.
He looked at the young man on his couch, half dead and half dying.
He had always admired his mind, considering it as his intellectual
equal, although he never considered to slave for it, as Jyou had to become the MD he was today. The poor fellow seemed anorexic, although there was still a fair amount of masculine meat in him.
Koushiro had been thinking too much when he finally realized what had been happening to Jyou on the couch. He had passed out without him knowing, the last image which crossed his eyes was that of Mimi Tachikawa's who appeared on the screen a few minutes before.
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I can't believe Koushiro could keep him from us.
I bet he would have kept him longer if Jyou hadn't fainted in his apartment. Oh well, I guess this had to happen.
Jyou.
A man I thought I'd never meet again. I've always looked up to him for solace and sanity, never knowing that he'd nearly succumb to insanity himself.
Was it five years ago when Jyou and I almost had our chance in... uh... nevermind.
All I know is that something stopped him, and I was too afraid to seek out
what it was that hindered his feelings. If I only knew that I could have spared him of this fate, I would have done what I wanted then.
But when you said the feelings were dead, where should I have gone... what should I have done...
If I could only have known...
I'm so sorry, Jyou...
I'm so... sorry...
-Sora Takenouchi
~*~
To avoid Dr. Kido's intervention, Jyou was rushed to Tokyo General Hospital where the Digidestined met, each with a sentiment against Koushiro's silence. Jyou slept for days without waking, as everybody pitched in to foot the bill.
"I've got the results of Jyou's biopsy."
"What's it say?" Taichi asked, glumly.
"It says Jyou's suffering from an accute overdose of Anatestosterenes."
"In English, Koushiro."
"He's been taking Anti-libidals"
"Again... In plain English, Koushiro"
"It seems that Jyou's been countering his sex-drive all this years with drugs."
"No sex-drive, eh? No wonder he was able to learn anything in Highschool."
"Uh-huh. His brain diverts the flow of testosterone away from itself, distributing it into the body. He won't act like an idiot even if you have a dozen bimbos striptease in front of him. I'd bet his father started this the moment Jyou reached puberty."
"You mean he's never had a crush on anybody before?"
"I guess. He did lose all his libido. I guess desire is out of the question."
"That must suck so bad."
"I guess it does."
"So, is there a chance he'd survive this?"
"Well, the doctors say he'd wake up soon, but this will get worse in time. We'll have to find a way to flush that drug out of his system."
"How'd we do that..."
"We'll have to give Jyou what he had to fight against all his teen life."
"Good for him..."
~*~
Taichi told me about Jyou's problem.
I doubt he could have found a better person to ask for help.
Jyou and I used to hang out a lot. Y'know, he didn't look too bad before he went to Senior Highschool. We'd cruise for chicks, he'd tell me he didn't like to. I'd ask him if he was gay. He'd say no, we'd go on. He was kinda half-cocked about it, but he'd always get his girls in the end.
I don't know, but I find his area of rivalry more pleasing than Taichi's.
We'd go to gyms, we'd shop for clothes. Taichi had Koushiro for constant company, and I had Jyou.
Hmm... I remember that first time he asked me for a make over. I said "Great, why not! I'll have you fixed up in no time." Why he wanted to get made over then was anybody's guess, but now Jyou needs me to get him back into shape all over again. I'm right here, bud.
-Yamato Ishida
~*~
That's it for my first chapter. Please read and review.
Special thanks to Ismini for Beta Reading! (Got me a beta reader during the FF.Net two-week shut off.
Tears in Icy Water
~*~
By Kyoko_Jyou
~*~
Warning: This Fanfic has been written with lemon intentions in mind.
While I'm placing the first few chapters on the fairly tame PG rating, the
succeeding chapters would systematically be more and more... shall we
say... dramatic in many ways. Whether this fanfic may or may not end up as a lemon, it would be up to the readers. Or, I suppose I could separate the lemon from the story and give it a separate link and rating so it's win-win! DR. KJ STRIKES AGAIN!!!
Author's Note: Not a sequel to Better Night! Not a sequel to Better Night!
Thank You.
~*~
Dissed-claimer... ehrm... Disclaimer. Due to the same International
Conspiracy covering up the full scale Neptunian Brain Parasite Invasion
going on in this planet at this very moment, I do not own Digimon:
Digital Monsters or anything resembling the aforementioned merchandising mogul by name, appearance, hand feel, taste, or value in Disney Dollars.
~*~
Chapter One: The Recluse Finale
~*~
Jyou.
He was but a sickly, frail boy when I met him. Horn rim glasses, asthma, v-neck sweaters, a nasal voice... he was the Nerd Kami incarnate for all anybody cared.
Nobody did, really.
Cared about him, I mean. Ever since Grade School, he'd always been the smart-alecky know-it-all everybody avoided, and who could blame them?
He'd fret about everything from a paper cut to the possibility of the moon falling. He was two years ahead of our class, although we had guys bullying him around.
That was almost ten years ago.
Things Change.
-Mimi Tachikawa
~*~
Jyou sat silently at his desk, looking at the old pictures of the
Digidestined he took a few years back. He sighed softly, barely audible even in the stillness and soundlessness of his apartment room. It's been almost four years since he had lost contact from all his friends, that fateful day when he entered Senior Highschool. Only a year before did he graduate from College after only taking the Medicine Course for a month. All throughout the preceeding years, Dr. Kido had forced him to take correspondence courses n Pre-Medical subjects, leaving him to slave for countless sleepless nights and several summerless years on projects in Human Anatomy and Advanced Pathology.
His brain marred by an explosion of raw data, he prevailed in the ordeal, passing the Medical Bar Exam as the youngest doctor in Japan at the tender age of 18 years, seven months.
Yet he admitted he could not face the career. Not now. Not yet. Finally free from his father's prison, he took a job at Odaiba General, quitting after a few months, over-fatigued. He now sulks heavily on his one-bedroom apartment, contemplating on either ending his life or making something out of it.
He knew he had wasted his teen years locked up in the Kido attic, entombed in a wall of five-pound books which touched the ceiling.
But the damage has been done, no question about that.
He's grown weak and emotionally frail in his years of seclusion.
He needed help... badly.
He looked at the photograph closely. Those faces.
I'm coming back, guys.
~*~
There he was on our front porch.
Never thought it was him when I first laid my eyes on him.
Only when he laid his on me did I utter his long ineffable name.
"Jyou?"
I couldn't believe it was him...
Corpse thin and eyes deep in their sockets. He could have claimed death and we'd believe him. His navy blue hair was long and wiry, so was his five-o-clock shadow and the dense growth of hair visibly sticking out from his bony, veined arms. He was still tall, the tallest of the Digidestined with his 6'4 frame supporting what little is left of his body.
Without a word, he embraced me tenderly with a strength so emotionally invoked, I was slightly crushed. A cold tear brushed his cheek, streaming down my shoulder.
All I could do then and there was to stroke him back, whispering gently into his ears "Welcome back, Jyou..."
-Koushiro Izumi
~*~
"Jyou, if there's anything I could get you..."
"No thank you."
"Anybody you'd like to see?"
"No."
"Anything at all?"
Jyou only refused. He slumped restfully in Koushi's couch, watching a
video of Taichi's soccer matches.
Jyou and Koushiro had always been friends since they could remember, which was probably why Jyou chose Koushiro as his first stop. He looked at him carefully. How his old friend has grown in the years he had been away. Koushiro's no longer the short little red-head he used to tease playfully because of his height. It's sad how things change relentlessly over the years.
He looked at the young man on his couch, half dead and half dying.
He had always admired his mind, considering it as his intellectual
equal, although he never considered to slave for it, as Jyou had to become the MD he was today. The poor fellow seemed anorexic, although there was still a fair amount of masculine meat in him.
Koushiro had been thinking too much when he finally realized what had been happening to Jyou on the couch. He had passed out without him knowing, the last image which crossed his eyes was that of Mimi Tachikawa's who appeared on the screen a few minutes before.
~*~
I can't believe Koushiro could keep him from us.
I bet he would have kept him longer if Jyou hadn't fainted in his apartment. Oh well, I guess this had to happen.
Jyou.
A man I thought I'd never meet again. I've always looked up to him for solace and sanity, never knowing that he'd nearly succumb to insanity himself.
Was it five years ago when Jyou and I almost had our chance in... uh... nevermind.
All I know is that something stopped him, and I was too afraid to seek out
what it was that hindered his feelings. If I only knew that I could have spared him of this fate, I would have done what I wanted then.
But when you said the feelings were dead, where should I have gone... what should I have done...
If I could only have known...
I'm so sorry, Jyou...
I'm so... sorry...
-Sora Takenouchi
~*~
To avoid Dr. Kido's intervention, Jyou was rushed to Tokyo General Hospital where the Digidestined met, each with a sentiment against Koushiro's silence. Jyou slept for days without waking, as everybody pitched in to foot the bill.
"I've got the results of Jyou's biopsy."
"What's it say?" Taichi asked, glumly.
"It says Jyou's suffering from an accute overdose of Anatestosterenes."
"In English, Koushiro."
"He's been taking Anti-libidals"
"Again... In plain English, Koushiro"
"It seems that Jyou's been countering his sex-drive all this years with drugs."
"No sex-drive, eh? No wonder he was able to learn anything in Highschool."
"Uh-huh. His brain diverts the flow of testosterone away from itself, distributing it into the body. He won't act like an idiot even if you have a dozen bimbos striptease in front of him. I'd bet his father started this the moment Jyou reached puberty."
"You mean he's never had a crush on anybody before?"
"I guess. He did lose all his libido. I guess desire is out of the question."
"That must suck so bad."
"I guess it does."
"So, is there a chance he'd survive this?"
"Well, the doctors say he'd wake up soon, but this will get worse in time. We'll have to find a way to flush that drug out of his system."
"How'd we do that..."
"We'll have to give Jyou what he had to fight against all his teen life."
"Good for him..."
~*~
Taichi told me about Jyou's problem.
I doubt he could have found a better person to ask for help.
Jyou and I used to hang out a lot. Y'know, he didn't look too bad before he went to Senior Highschool. We'd cruise for chicks, he'd tell me he didn't like to. I'd ask him if he was gay. He'd say no, we'd go on. He was kinda half-cocked about it, but he'd always get his girls in the end.
I don't know, but I find his area of rivalry more pleasing than Taichi's.
We'd go to gyms, we'd shop for clothes. Taichi had Koushiro for constant company, and I had Jyou.
Hmm... I remember that first time he asked me for a make over. I said "Great, why not! I'll have you fixed up in no time." Why he wanted to get made over then was anybody's guess, but now Jyou needs me to get him back into shape all over again. I'm right here, bud.
-Yamato Ishida
~*~
That's it for my first chapter. Please read and review.
Special thanks to Ismini for Beta Reading! (Got me a beta reader during the FF.Net two-week shut off.
