A Tear for Every Petal
by: *ChibiMizu*
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Digimon but alas, I don't. The characters ARE fun to use in fanfics tho. The only things I own in this fic are Ariesmon and The Scarlet Stalker. If you wish to use Ariesmon, email me and maybe, just maybe I'll let you. As long as you give me recognision for him. Also, the names, Ariesmon and The Scarlet Stalker were idea's from my best bud, Lil Starry! She's so cool and she also has fics! I dunno if she has posted them yet so.... Just look for em!
Notes: Yaoi, death, angst, you get the picture. On with the fic!
************************************ Chapter 1 ********************************
Yamto woke with a sudden jerk. Taichi was crying in his sleep.
"Taichi! Taichi! Wake up!" Yamato said violently, shaking the goggle headed boy.
"Eh? Wha? Oh its you Yamato." Taichi whispered, waking up.
"You must have been having a nightmare." Yamato comforted, gently wiping a tear from his young loves face.
"Yes but I'm alright now." Taichi said as he sat up, holding his head.
"Hey, You wanna go get a drink of water by the creek with me?" Yamato suggesteed.
"Nah that's ok. I think I'll try to go back to sleep. You can go without me." Taichi said, motioning with his hand for Yamato to go.
"Are you sure you're gonna be alright?" Yamato asked wondering if he should stay with Taichi.
"Yea, I'll be fine! Go on! Go get your drink." Taichi whispered, laying back down.
"Suit yourself, man." Yamato said standing up and heading for the creek.
"Why did I let him leave?" Taichi whispered to himself. He was scared and he felt lonely. He missed Yamato, even though he was gone for only a minute. Yamato... his one true love. He could tell everything to him, all his problems and feelings... But then again, not everything. Not about the dreams. The dreams he had everynight. About the creature, and the choices he makes before him. He could never tell anybody those. Not even Kari or... Yamato. A warm feeling swept over him as he thought of the young blonde. /Should I tell him? Maybe.../ he thought. He closed his eyes slowly and let exhaustion take him.
by: *ChibiMizu*
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Digimon but alas, I don't. The characters ARE fun to use in fanfics tho. The only things I own in this fic are Ariesmon and The Scarlet Stalker. If you wish to use Ariesmon, email me and maybe, just maybe I'll let you. As long as you give me recognision for him. Also, the names, Ariesmon and The Scarlet Stalker were idea's from my best bud, Lil Starry! She's so cool and she also has fics! I dunno if she has posted them yet so.... Just look for em!
Notes: Yaoi, death, angst, you get the picture. On with the fic!
************************************ Chapter 1 ********************************
Yamto woke with a sudden jerk. Taichi was crying in his sleep.
"Taichi! Taichi! Wake up!" Yamato said violently, shaking the goggle headed boy.
"Eh? Wha? Oh its you Yamato." Taichi whispered, waking up.
"You must have been having a nightmare." Yamato comforted, gently wiping a tear from his young loves face.
"Yes but I'm alright now." Taichi said as he sat up, holding his head.
"Hey, You wanna go get a drink of water by the creek with me?" Yamato suggesteed.
"Nah that's ok. I think I'll try to go back to sleep. You can go without me." Taichi said, motioning with his hand for Yamato to go.
"Are you sure you're gonna be alright?" Yamato asked wondering if he should stay with Taichi.
"Yea, I'll be fine! Go on! Go get your drink." Taichi whispered, laying back down.
"Suit yourself, man." Yamato said standing up and heading for the creek.
"Why did I let him leave?" Taichi whispered to himself. He was scared and he felt lonely. He missed Yamato, even though he was gone for only a minute. Yamato... his one true love. He could tell everything to him, all his problems and feelings... But then again, not everything. Not about the dreams. The dreams he had everynight. About the creature, and the choices he makes before him. He could never tell anybody those. Not even Kari or... Yamato. A warm feeling swept over him as he thought of the young blonde. /Should I tell him? Maybe.../ he thought. He closed his eyes slowly and let exhaustion take him.