Firefly

Chapter 2: Listen

By: The Brat Prince

Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon. Duh.

A/N: Oooh...Thanks for the wonderful reviews! Heehee ^-^ However, truth is, I'm not sure whether this will turn out to be a taito or a yamasuke. I LOVE taito. But I wanted to do something new. Hmmmmmm…..guess we'll have to wait and see, ne? And, uh just saw Resident Evil- most pointless movie ever, but I loved it ^-^ I don't know why, amused me. Maybe it was the skittles. Which means it's midnight and I'm hyped up on sugar and caffeine. *laughs* R+R please!



The music pulsed, raced. Strobe lights flashed like lightning, freeze- framing the movement of the bodies around him, the solemn faces of Ken and Daisuke. Little Ken and Daisuke, all grown up now, or at least around 15 now. Grown up compared to the innocent children they had been in the digital world. Even Ken, who had been the supreme evil plague of their lives had held an undeniable spark of innocence, vulnerability back then. They had lost something in the past three years, something that had made them eligible for the adventures they had had.

Even with that loss, Daisuke still seemed to hold that fire in his eyes, so like Taichi, yet so different. His Taichi had lost something worse than innocence, than childhood dreams. He had lost his way. And lead his brother to the same path. But Yamato couldn't believe that. If he believed that, then he too had lost everything. Everyone he love, everything he admired was gone, caught in some glass jar with a tacky lid and no air holes, the glow, the vibrancy of life fading off as they slowly died, unable to cope with their roles in society. Unable to conform or adapt or even rebel.

"I'm sorry Yamato-san," Ken lowered his eyes to the glass tiled ground, "We thought you knew about Taichi-san and Take-chan."

"Bullshit, he knew," Daisuke muttered, something in his chocolate eyes sparking like an ember that refused to die. Hopefully he would never lose that spark, that vitality. As children grew up it often faded. Even the digidestined were no exception.

"Daisuke!" Mimi exclaimed, loathing the crude language, "Don't talk like that! Yamato-chan didn't know. He couldn't have," She bit her lip, wondering if her words were true.

Yamato brushed a strand of glossy brown away from her face, giving her a sincere smile, "Relax Meems, I think, maybe, I did know," His eyes were narrowed to slit, his face anguished.

"So? What are you going to do about it?" Daisuke demanded loudly, never one to be tactful.

"I'm going to talk to Taichi. And Takeru," Turning a bit, Yamato didn't even bother to go find Sora. Little bitch could find a ride home herself. If fortune smiled on him today there was a chance there was a psycho on the loose who might hack her into little pieces on the side of the road. Maybe that was a bit cruel, "Meems, can you keep an eye on Sora? Don't let her leave with any creeps, okay?" Mimi nodded, happy to help, even if it was doubtful her ex-best friend would listen to her.

"I'm going with you," Daisuke stated simply, "I want TS to get it through his head that drugs are bad shit. He shouldn't be dealing with that crap. Neither should Tai," The last sentence was like an afterthought. Yamato acquiesced, allowing Daisuke to slide into the passenger seat of his convertible.

"Nice wheels," Dai whistled, touching the white leather seats with awe. He couldn't afford a car like this if he saved for five years straight. Even with his future dream of owning a ramen noodle cart.

Nodding absently, Yamato warned Dai to get his seatbelt on, admiring the soft curl of the other boy's auburn hair. He looked more like an adult, less like the happy-go-lucky kid of the past. Dressed in blazing orange and yellow, against the blanket of the cool summer night, "Hey, Matt look! Fireflies!" Dai exclaimed, momentarily forgetting the mission at hand.

The little bugs surrounded the car, leaving trails of light in the air. They sparkled. Then they were gone. Matt revved the engine then ripped down the drive, cutting corners and red lights through the fastest short cut he knew. Daisuke was pressed against the seat with a horrified look on his face, "Do you always drive like this you idiot?!"

"Yes. Gotta problem 'Suke?" Yamato grinned, veering around a curve at 80 miles per hour, laughing like a mad man. Daisuke imagined he could hear the sirens behind him, "N-no, course not," he stammered, clutching on for dear life, "But where are we going?"

"The only place I can think of. The park in Odaiba. Remember, where we met for that picnic back when we were the digidestined? I don't know where else they would go. After 10 Tokyo isn't exactly a theme park, y'know?" Slender fingers reached for the radio, turning it on to loud pulsing dance music, then changing to heart wrenching American blues, then to soft J-pop, and finally resting on a loud, angst filled rock song.

They sped the rest of the way in silence, taillights illuminated like flames, like fireflies dancing through the darkness.

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Walking through Odaiba park was like walking through a memory. It was the same as Yamato remembered from all those years ago, when he caught fireflies with Takeru in the park, when he and the original digidestined met to find the eighth child, when they met for that picnic with Dai and the others. Where he and Taichi had first kissed, where they had their first fight and broke up the first time. He hadn't been back since, but he knew Tai's favorite spot, their special spot that had been taken over by potheads and crack shacks, the spot parents warned their children never to go to now. Right by the waterfall. Two years ago it had been heaven. It looked like hell to Yamato when he and Daisuke reached it.

A bonfire was lit near a cardboard box-house. On a small wooden picnic table two girls danced, one topless. Several leery-eyed guys watched with a strange, dangerous gleam in their eyes, while glassy-eyed boys and girls bathed in the cold of the river, others dancing skyclad in the grass, and some fully clothed, just staring at the stars. Some were having sex in the midst, and as they watched in horror, one of the dancing girls fell limp and an obviously drunk observer limped over, lifting her body from the table so the other girl could dance more freely. He tossed the unconscious girl in the river, another boy immediately picking her up and dancing with her limp form, kissing her with zest.

They couldn't spot Tai or Takeru in the dirty fray, but glanced a few loners on the outskirts, probably seeking more privacy. They searched the limits, but found nothing. A bug buzzed around Yamato's ear, making it hard for him to concentrate. He waved a hand at it, urging it away, but to no avail. It finally flew in little circles, weaving a web like pixy dust then away, and hovered over the forms of two sweaty bodies involved in the heat of passion. Matt breathed in, recognizing the silhouette of bushy brown hair, the strong muscles, the defined tattoo representing courage on the right shoulder. His Taichi. And screaming in pleasure beneath him, a blonde angel with blue eyes like the sky, glazed over, seeing some nirvana that neither Daisuke or Yamato could see.

A pained look graced Daisuke's face, "No," he whispered softly, "TK." He finally got his name right. No emotion showed on Yamato's face. He didn't look angry or sad or hurt. Just stoic acceptance. Without a word, he turned, blonde tresses softly waving in the breeze, and stalked away to the car, cerulean eyes hard. He would never return to the park. Daisuke didn't follow immediately, couldn't. He heard the soft whisper of Taichi's voice before he fell, "Yamato," Then watched him collapse on top of Takeru's body. Both were ecstasy-eyed, brains fried. He watched until he couldn't watch anymore, then ran to the icy blue car, ran to Yamato. With a screech of tires and burning rubber they left Odaiba Park, left the hell hole that had once been a haven for childhood dreams.

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(Okay, wanted to stop there. Heh, that didn't turn out like I expected. Didn't realize I was gonna make an orgy in the park. Eek, sorry if anyone found it offensive, I didn't mean it that way. It was the skittles I tell you, the skittles!!!!!!!! Next chapter should be uh, yamasukeyish, then taitoey-goodness, and then the finale...and then who knows! Either or I suppose.)