Sometimes things are not as they seem

Simple Consequences

Disclaimer- Digimon and all its characters are not copyright me, but copyright Toei Animation/Bandai (there probably are others, but I can't remember offhand). I wish they were, but sadly, not all wishes come true. The only thing that's copyright me is this fanfic, so no stealing, kiddies.

Author's Notes- Oh…I don't even know what to do with myself. Yes, another beginning to something that I'm not even sure I'll finish! This is the last one of these you'll be seeing from me…after this, be expecting the 3rd part of "The Wrong Kind of Right", 2nd part of "The Other Side of the Fence" and 2nd part of "Vessel of Darkness". Speaking of that story…this one takes place a year after Vessel, so there will be some things referenced in this that you haven't read about. Oh, and Jun does have a big part in this too…it going to be a Yamasuke, an' all. Don't worry. :) Okay…I'm done. Tell me what you think!

Sometimes things are not as they seem.

Yamato sighed, letting the wind play with his golden strands of hair. It was times like these he wished he had not been born so desirable. The thought sounded vain, but it was true. Everyone wanted him. But he did not want them. He was simply a decoration, like the designs put on fancy, expensive meals, not to be touched, but to be looked at. And that's what they wanted him for.

Yamato loathed the thought be being thought as as an object. But what could he do? Decorations were only there to look pretty and nothing else. And so, like every decoration, he looked pretty, and everyone wanted to have them in their collection.

He got a cold reminder of that as he walked in the bitter cold to the embodiment of the people of which he loathed so much: Motomiya Jun. No, he did not loath her, he just hated the way she acted around him. He knew for a fact that she could act smarter, but was blinded by her own fan-girlish obsession with his untouchable demeanor. It wasn't love; it was an infatuation. There was a difference, of course. Yamato remembered contrasting the two in an essay that he had written.

Love was like a chain, forever linking to your mind and soul, bounding you to the person you loved. However, this chain latched on blindly to whomever was in its way, giving whomever it linked on to the perception to see if it was true or not. Deep in her mind, Yamato knew that Jun didn't really love him. Because if she did, she wouldn't seem so fake. People who were really in love would take in serious consider how exactly to make a good impression to their object of affection. Of course, this wasn't exactly true, but in this case, Yamato felt that it was.

The fact was, Jun didn't really love him. And her constant, subconscious charade of love towards him was really starting to get on his nerves.

He was walking slowly to the Motomiya residence; wasting time as to make his date that Jun had suckered him into short. But knowing her, it would be just as long. Perhaps longer.

"I'm beginning to think that love doesn't exist." Yamato, despite what everyone else thought, had never actually been in love before. He had only been loved, and loved too much. It was an empty feeling, going through each day with roses and cards and candies being sent to his doorstep from people he didn't even know!

Sometimes…sometimes he began to think that he lacked that part of one's soul enabling him to love. Hell, it had taken him so long to even acquire friendship!

Maybe…he was just not meant to love.

He inwardly groaned as he saw himself nearing the dreaded house. Taking a deep breath, he slowly knocked on the door. "I can't believe I'm doing this…" Fake. It was all so fake. Once again, when she found whom she really loved, he would be tossed back like an old rag doll, only to be replaced by the new real thing. Disgustingly ironic.

The door opened. Yamato held his breath. Jun squealed. "Oh, Yama-chan! You're here!"

         

He hated when she called him that.

"You came a bit early, I'm not totally ready yet, but could you wait a bit while I go to my room? Please, Yama-chan?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him as he internally tried not to puke at the utter plastic way she acted. "Whatever." He mumbled, purposely rude as if to throw her off. Of course, that left much to desire as she hugged him tightly. "Oh, arigato! I won't be long, help yourself to anything in here!" At that, she scurried off to her room to do whatever fan girls did before a date. Yamato didn't know. And didn't care to know either.

He looked around, rather uninterested with anything, just growing restless of just standing here. The Motomiya's had a pretty decent house, pretty clean except for the papers here and there. Curiosity claimed Yamato as he began to walk around the house, just observing it in general.

He halted when he heard a faint noise come from one of the rooms he was passing. It sounded like…the ripping of paper? Yamato, despite how rude it seemed, pushed his ear towards the door. I'm guessing this is Daisuke's room…what could he be doing? Perhaps it was a stupid idea, perhaps it was rude, but Yamato couldn't help himself. The voice that he heard in there…didn't sound like the Daisuke he thought he knew.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid…why did I even bother? Why did I even draw these? Was it some twisted dream that I thought I could have her? If only she knew…"

Yamato quirked an eyebrow. Knew what? And who is this 'she'…Hikari?

"Its starting to wear off already…and I thought I would have had enough time to get her to accept me..but Takeru beat me to the punch…my head hurt so much…she wouldn't have even been able to accept a freak like me anyways.."

So it was Hikari. Yamato listened on…something about this didn't sound right…

"My god. I'm really going to die, aren't I? Maybe I should just end it easy, so I won't have to suffer…end it all…yeah, that's what I'll do."

At that, Yamato knew something was wrong. But he refused to move, listening on just incase Daisuke didn't really do what he was contemplating. But no sound came. The blonde listened on, hoping to at least hear some footsteps as the time passed.

What he got was the door opening, and him losing his footing as he was leaning on the door. He fell down, cursing his recklessness. Daisuke, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow at the befallen musician. "Yamato? Why're you here?" He was answered with a scowl. "Guess."

"Oh, Jun again, isn't it? I wish she would just bug off…" Yamato stood up, dusting himself and looked Daisuke into the eyes. "Daisuke, is there something wrong?"

He looked flustered. "W-what're you talking about? Everything's fine. My head hurts a bit, but with a little bit of pills it should be better…what's it to you?" He struck a defensive note, looking away. Yamato frowned. "Then you wouldn't mind if I went in your room for a bit, right? Just to stall Jun a bit."

"Why my room?" Daisuke spluttered out, "It's all messy and stuff, you wouldn't want to go in there!" Yamato shook his head, glancing at Daisuke. "No, I'd like to actually see your room, Daisuke. I've never been in there before, and Taichi says you have some pretty interesting things in there!" Before Daisuke could voice a protest, Yamato quickly made his way inside the room.

And gasped.

There lying in the middle of a bunch of shredded papers was one almost-lifelike picture of Hikari…the paper being tinted with blood. "Daisuke…you can't do this to yourself…there's much more to life than-"

The door closed. Yamato turned around to the boy that had closed it. "Daisuke, I heard what you where thinking…I'm not going to let you do this."

Daisuke sighed, pulling a hand through his unruly hair. "I thought so. Okay then, Yamato, can you keep a secret?"

"What are you talking about? Daisuke, did even hear me!" Yamato screamed, clenching his fists. Something was very wrong with the boy in front of him…and he wasn't going to let that take the most precious thing away from him. Life. Daisuke shrugged, staring at him.

"I could have heard it, but then I couldn't of either. You still haven't answered my question. And don't be so loud, Chibimon's sleeping."

"Fine. What secret is this?"

"Touch my hand, Yamato." Daisuke said calmly, although he seemed to be struggling with something. When Yamato hesitated, the goggled boy snapped, "Don't you wanna know what's 'wrong' with me? You were so concerned before!"

At that, Yamato touched his hand. And flinched. It was so…cold…"Daisuke…you're sick…" This produced a bitter laugh out of the other, as he shook his head. "Heh, in more ways than one.." He grinned, showing all of his teeth. That's when Yamato gasped. Fangs? "Oh…my god..Daisuke..quit fooling around, this really isn't funny!"

Daisuke glared at him. "And do you think I'd joke around about this? They're real, Yamato. And there's nothing you, or anyone can do about it."

"You're a.."

"Vampire. Yeah, I know." He sighed, "I knew you'd react this way…why can't you just leave me to die?" Yamato looked at him with confusion clouding his eyes. "What are you talking about?" At this point, Daisuke had sat himself down on his bed, cross-legged and staring at the uncoordinated Yamato. It wasn't every day that you found out one of the people you knew was a vampire…he grinned bitterly yet again at the sweating blonde. "Do you know how long its been since I've eaten? Heh, of course I couldn't tell anyone about being the freak that I am…and how I became this way…and so, I've basically starved myself. Do you know that I could barely get up this morning?"

Yamato's look suddenly changed to one of worry. "Daisuke…why don't you do anything about it…why'd you wait so long to tell someone?"

The boy slammed his fist down. "Don't you think I tried? I'm a freak, Yamato! Even if I would have told you guys, you would have thought me insane, or dangerous! I can't lose the only friends that I have…I'd rather die."

"Then you don't deserve the Digi-Egg of Courage." Yamato spat back. For some reason…he wasn't so afraid anymore. After the initial shock wore out, all he found himself wanting to do was to help Daisuke. But what he was doing to himself wasn't helping. Daisuke's scarlet-tinted eyes flared, "What are you saying…"

"If you weren't afraid, you could have realized that you could trust your friends a whole lot more. We've been through hell and back, Daisuke…we've seen everything and then some." Well, -almost- everything…who would have thought?

"I'm not afraid! If you just came here to insult me, why don't you just leave, Yamato! I'm sure Jun's waiting for you right now."

"Well then, if you're not afraid then here. Here's your food."

"W-what?" Daisuke gasped. "Yamato…you really don't.."

"What? Are you afraid?" At that, Daisuke growled and made his way towards Yamato. "Have you ever been bitten before, Yamato?" Yamato shook his head and glanced at Daisuke. "No. But I want to help you…I'm not letting you die, Daisuke."

"You're going to regret this…" He whispered, and suddenly took hold of Yamato's delicate neck. "Gods, I haven't eaten in so long…" Yamato shivered; Daisuke was so cold…but something inside him was welcoming this feeling…almost like a butterfly feeling in his chest. "Tell me when to stop, Yamato…or I'll drink you dry." The blonde weakly nodded, as Daisuke suddenly began to nibble on neck. It's been so long…too long…

He wrapped his arms around the elder boy and began to feed.

Oh yes, sometimes things are not how they seem. Yamato and Daisuke were about to learn that very well…what seems to be charity comes with its ups, and its downs.