Holding Back by Daikeru Insanity
My first fic being written here :D Hope everything goes well, and that this story will be enjoyed.
Yaoi, boy x boy, blah blah blah, don't like? Don't read!
Disclaimer: I can comfortably say that I do not own Digimon, or anything to do with Digimon. If I did, I wouldn't need to write this as I'd have my own little non-fictional story with T.K. xD
Oh yeah, and I also do not own the song "How To Save A Life", The Fray do – I know I stated that but better safe than sorry...
On with the fic! :)
EDIT: Yeah, I edited out some of the separating "xXxXx" bits since they were out of place (Thanks Takato the Dreamer for pointing that out :P). Now they're just gonna be used for when there is a significant change to the train of thought or when there's a new location or POV :)
EDIT 2: Oh my god...I can't believe what a fool I am, writing "Goodbye Odaiba..." when they are going there -.- Fixed now though...yikes
EDIT 3: FML. Ok this is my first fic, so I don't know really what I'm doing, but as I edit my chapters after publishing, I didn't realize that I needed to effectively sync them with the posted chapters -.- Anyway, NOW the changes that I've been talking about have been made...
EDIT 4: Punctuation seriously edited so should all be good now :)
Prologue: Introducing Takeru
'Home Is Where The Heart Is'
(Narrator POV)
The bright light was creeping in through the large square window, which was positioned adjacent to the blue, inhabited bed of the room. The sudden attack by mother nature caused the (up until now peacefully) sleeping blond to stir, rather begrudgingly too...
Deciding to risk a quick glance, the groggy teenage male lifted a single eyelid, gazed over to his alarm clock, and after processing the information provided to him, he produced a glare of death in the direction of the device, as if almost to say 'You had better be lying to me...'. He had found out exactly what he wished was false – it was morning.
After finally – with much effort – dragging himself out of his warm, comfortable haven, the sleepy blond positioned himself in front of his mirror and analyzed his appearance: Slouched stance, bags under his eyes, and a major case of bedhead... Since going back to sleep was out of the question, a shower would have to do the trick, and wake him up! So the boy proceeded to revel in the warmth and refreshment of his hot shower, until he finally submitted to the fact that he should be getting out, and dressed – today was not a day to be running behind schedule.
The slightly more awake teen now returned to his bedroom and dressed himself in the only set of clothes left in his room, as all his other clothes and possessions were currently packed away in boxes and suitcases by the front door, labeled 'Takeru' so that he knew what was his. The boy moved slowly out from his room, and towards the kitchen of the small apartment where he then sat down to a most agreeable breakfast of bacon and eggs.
'Today's the day...' he thought, as he raised a fork full of egg to his mouth.
(Takeru's POV)
My name is Takeru Takaishi, and I'm 16 years old, currently living in Tokushima, but in case you haven't yet noticed, that won't be for much longer. I've known about the move for a while now, so I've had time to prepare myself for it.
Dad came home from work about 3 months ago, and sat my brother and I down in the kitchen to tell us. He said that the media company that he's been working for had offered him a pretty huge promotion, with a position at their headquarters in Odaiba! Obviously we were thrilled for our father, and supported his decision to go, but we were still upset that we would have to leave our lives in Tokushima behind. Yamato, my brother, or 'Matt' as I like to shorten it to, was a lot more upset than I was however.
He was just about to move into his senior year at high school, which of course was the best and wildest year you'll have before leaving for college, and now he was starting the year as a senior in a school full of people he didn't know. Matt was also quite upset about having to leave his band-mates behind. I can never understand why though, they sucked. He'll find better musicians in Odaiba, I'm sure.
My brother and I are a lot alike in many ways, and anyone who sees us can instantly tell we're related. He has the characteristic blonde hair and blue eyes that is in abundance along our family tree. Neither of us are athletic, we're rather lanky and non-muscular in fact. My interests lie in my reading and writing, while Matt prefers to just stick with his music. I've always loved hearing him play guitar – ever since I was younger than I remember, and the sound of his music always provided me with a calm, and soothing environment. It was perfect for whenever I was feeling frightened or upset.
Recently, after Matt overheard me singing (rather loudly I should point out...) in the house, he started coaching me on singing as he said I have a great voice, which I should consider displaying with a band. The whole situation was rather embarrassing actually...but Matt made me promise to consider taking my singing further when we moved.
Oh right! I got sidetracked and completely forgot about that...
I guess I've been trying to ignore the fact that we were moving as I now understood fully just how much I was going to miss all my friends here. I was abruptly pulled from my thoughts though, as my cell phone started to vibrate in the pocket of my jeans. I retrieved the phone to view the text:
"Hey, hope you settle into your new life in Odaiba and enjoy being there! I'll miss you, don't become a stranger now, you hear me? xx" - Sophie
A gentle smile had spread across my face as I read, and instantly replied to her text. Sophie was my ex-girlfriend, and perhaps the sweetest girl you could ever meet!
About a week after hearing the news of the move, Sophie and I mutually decided to end things. I think neither of us were keen on the idea of a long term relationship so we just decided that we would see other people.
It was kind of a relief actually, if I'm honest. Don't jump to the wrong conclusions though! Sophie is the greatest girl I've ever known, I trust her with my life, I enjoy spending time with her, and I love her. But that love is on the same level as feelings one has towards a sister...
After our friends had set out to get us together (We were just 'so too cute for words' according to one of the girls in our group – I rolled my eyes at the memory and smiled), we had lasted for roughly four months and I was happy in that time, believe me! We did all the couple-y stuff, as in go on dates, hold hands, kiss etc (Kissing was as far as we went though). But I never really felt any big sparks like you hear about in the movies. There were never 'exploding fireworks' or 'butterflies in my stomach' whenever we kissed or were together. To me, we were simply good friends.
That point made me wonder too...Sophie, was beautiful, smart, kind, funny and everything else that you would look for in a girlfriend. She could say 'jump', and three quarters of the schools male population would already be in the air – so why couldn't I bring myself to feel more than friendship for her?
It was an odd point which I had raised within myself, and I had to wonder...but I just tried to ignore it, as I figured that although I wasn't really ever attracted to the girls in Tokushima, I wasn't attracted to any of the boys here either, just in case you were getting the wrong idea.
"Guess I'll just wait and see what Odaiba has to offer" I muttered under my breath, smiling again slightly as I slipped my cell phone away, pushing thoughts of Sophie out of my mind for the time being.
xXxXxXxXx
I had finished my breakfast rather quickly – Dad wanted to get going ASAP so that we didn't get held up by traffic. The next forty-five minutes were spent gathering the last of our possessions and making sure nothing was forgotten before we left. The time to leave Tokushima arrived sooner than I had hoped, not that I wanted it to arrive at all, but you know what I mean. Dad and Matt carried their boxes down in the lift and to the movers van, while I stayed behind for just another minute.
I stood at the door to our apartment, and just gazed in, feeling the built up sorrow of leaving beginning to over power me.
I felt a single, cold tear run down my cheek, and that drop of water expressed just how I felt about the move – in a far stronger way than any words ever could. I flicked the lights off and finally closed the apartment door. Just before I reached the lift, I turned for one final time and whispered to myself, but yet also to the whole world at the same time;
'Goodbye Tokushima. Goodbye Old life.'
xXxXxXxXx
It was like someone had aimed a giant remote at our car, and pressed mute... The silence wasn't awkward however, it was more...reflective. It was like we all knew what each other was thinking:
'We don't think we'll be able to adjust to a new home...but we will.'
'We don't think we'll be able to make new lifes, with new people...but we will.'
'We didn't want to leave...but we were.'
The silence was too much to handle, I was suffocating in the air of unspoken emotions. I plugged my headphones into my phone, and after inserting the earpieces into position, I scrolled through my music list. I didn't see the point in having a phone and a music player like an iPod, when one device could fulfill both functions. I finally selected 'How To Save A Life' by 'The Fray'. The song didn't have any particular relevance, but it was just a song I always listened to when I was feeling down, as I had discovered it calmed me, and helped separate me from my problems, despite ironically being a sad song itself.
Matt sat next to me in the back seat and was busying himself with a pad and pen. 'Probably using this whole trip as an opportunity to write a new song' I thought to myself. That was Matt's style after all – the only time he ever let people show how he was truly feeling, was through song, and even then he would never admit to it.
I was fighting off the silence in the car for our whole trip with my music, as I just stared out of the car window, never looking at anything in particular. I occasionally glanced out of the back window, just to be sure the movers van was still following us, which it always was.
Despite my bitterness towards my early wake up, I couldn't find it within myself to sleep, not when I was aware of the drastic change to my life rapidly taking place.
xXxXxXxXx
After what seemed like an eternity of traveling, Odaiba had finally come into view! This city was larger than Tokushima, but not by too much. Apartment and office buildings were all in fierce competition with one another to reach the highest in all the land, although that scene could be found in any other major city in Japan...The overall quality of the housing, shops and well...life in general I suppose seemed high here – not like upper class but people here were clearly doing alright for themselves, so maybe it won't be such a terrible place to live.
The roads wound and snaked their way through the city, and after traveling for about 10 minutes through Odaiba, we were driving past this huge building with several large, black satellite dishes and tall antennae protruding from the roof;
"That's where I'll be working, starting tomorrow boys!" Dad beamed at us, trying to spark some happiness in the car.
Matt and I smiled back at our dad and he continued to headline the conversation, telling us all about the different sorts of jobs he'd be handling now, what with his promotion and all. I kept on smiling, but found myself unable to fully pay attention, and I assumed Matt was doing the same.
This dynamic continued until we finally reached our street and the car was brought to a halt right outside our new home. Matt whistled in approval upon the sight of the house, and dad grew a wide smile. Even I had to admit, with the look of this place, dad got one hell of a promotion! I'm not saying the place was the White House, but it was much bigger than our apartment back in Tokushima, and looked big enough to us to live in, and then some! We retrieved all of our stuff from the car and van, then placed it just in front of the door. Dad searched tentatively through his pockets, giving a sigh of relief when he finally found the key to our house. After inserting and turning the key, a click was heard and dad threw the door open, to allow the three of us to take in the sight of where we would now be living.
"Welcome to your new life in Odaiba, boys!"
xXxXxXxXx
TBC
A/N:
So there's the Prologue for you guys, part of me felt like it was a prologue and a Chapter 1 but hey, that's life! I'll hopefully get some reviews (all criticism – except pointlessly rude – is welcome :D) and then continue to write the rest!
That's the first part of my first fic written! I feel all tingly :P It may not have been that great and don't worry, the Daikeru will come, all in good time.
Hopefully it all made sense and hopefully my tenses weren't too all over the place, if so, review me and let me know :)