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Author: Higuchimon
Fandom: Digimon Adventure 02
Story Title: Broken Siren
Characters: Taichi, Yamato, Chosen Children||Pairing: Taichi x Yamato/Yamato x Taichi
Word Count: chapter: 2,048||story: 14,766||Chapters: 7/15
Genre: Romance, Fantasy|Rated: PG-13
Challenge: Diversity Writing Challenge, J4, 7-15 chapters; New Year's Mini-Advent, fic length determined by dice roll; (10,000-50,000 words); Valentine's Day to White Day Advent 2016, day #23, write a fic where everything turns out alright (no one said it had to start that way); Easter Egg Basket Advent, day #5, include someone almost, but not quite, dying; Word Count Set Boot Camp, #8, 32,589 words; TaiYama/YamaTai Week on Tumblr, prompt #2, bonds
Challenge Location: Diversity Writing, New Year's Mini-Advent, Valentine's Day to White Day Advent 2016, Easter Egg Basket Advent, & Word Count Set Boot Camp may be found at the Digimon Challenge forum on FFnet. TaiYama/YamaTai Week is hosted on Tumblr.
Notes: This is an AU. Things will probably be confusing now, but I will try to explain it all by the end.
Summary: Sirens are forbidden to exist in Prince Taichi's kingdom. He barely even thinks of them. So when a mysterious stranger with a compelling voice arrives at his twenty-first birthday party, Taichi's only desire is to get to know him better, no matter the cost.


Takeru's throat dried up. His hands drifted upward in confusion, then fell back down, opening and closing, but nothing more.

He couldn't be seeing what he thought he saw. That couldn't be Yamato. Yamato wouldn't do something like this in the first place. Yamato wasn't...he couldn't…

He didn't bite people. He didn't have fangs to bite them with.

And he wasn't even supposed to be alive in the first place.

I never saw him dead. I never believed it. All of that happened before he had a chance to talk to his brother about that whole 'siren' thing. He'd searched for the body, wanting to see it for himself, no matter how much his heart would break at the sight.

But there hadn't been any sign of it, and ever since, Takeru held onto a dwindling hope that somehow, his brother was out there somewhere. His desire to find evidence became desire to never find evidence, because if he never saw a body, then Yamato could still be alive.

This wasn't life. This wasn't death.

Takeru stumbled forward, swallowing, head spinning. Yamato lifted his head up and licked his lips, pulling Taichi closer to him at the same moment. He turned and saw Takeru.

For a moment, Takeru thought that he saw regret in those familiar blue eyes. Familiar and not at the same time. Those were his brother's eyes but Yamato didn't look like he should, not with the blood still marking his features.

"Takeru." His brother's voice, edged with a power that Takeru hadn't heard before. He started forward again, then pitched to a halt.

"Yamato, what are you doing?" That was a stupid question, Takeru told himself, but he wanted to hear it right from Yamato's mouth. The one that had fangs in it.

He wanted to find out he'd dreamed this all somehow. Nightmares weren't uncommon since what happened to his brother. They'd only really eased off since he'd met Patamon…

"Takeru," Patamon whispered, tiny paws tightening on his head. "You should get out of here."

Yamato spoke before Takeru could move another step. "Takeru, come over here. I've got something I need to tell you."

Takeru's first instincts said to do just that, to go see what his brother wanted. Why would he not?

But then Patamon piped up again. "Don't do it, Takeru!"

Yamato glanced at the small creature, eyes darkening for a heartbeat. "What business is it of yours what I tell my brother? We haven't seen each other in too long."

"I don't think you're planning on a reunion!" Patamon declared, gripping onto Takeru even more. "So what is it that you really want?"

Patamon's question brought a devastating silence to the ball room. Human or supernatural, everyone stared at Yamato, who raised his head in defiance.

"What I want? What I want is Taichi and I together, like we should've been, like we both wanted before you -" Yamato pointed now at the king and queen, "decided that because of something I couldn't control and didn't know I was until I saved his life, I deserved to die."

Taichi stirred a little, but Yamato brushed his fingers against his forehead and murmured something no one else could hear. Taichi leaned back, eyes closed, far too pale for anyone's liking, but those who looked close could see that his chest still rose and fell. It wasn't too late. At least not yet.

Yamato cast a look around the room. "But it's not what I want that you should worry about. It's what my master wants."

If silence filled the room before, now not a single breath could be heard. Yamato himself broke it.

"You'll find that out soon enough. Right now, though, Takeru, come here."

Takeru's feet stumbled forward only once before Patamon pressed down on him once more.

"Takeru! You don't have to listen to him! Trust me!" He leaned in closer and murmured so low that only Takeru could've heard him. "Not as long as I'm with you. I'll protect you."

Takeru shook his head, trying to clear it from the fog of confusion spun by seeing his brother like this and hearing that mesmerizing voice. He knew what a siren was; he should've been right over there already. But the more Patamon spoke, the more the simple fact of he didn't have to rang clear.

"Takeru!" Yamato snapped out his name with far more command in it before, and still Takeru didn't move.

But Patamon did. He raised himself a little upward, while still keeping his grip on Taichi, and glared at Yamato.

"As long as I'm with him, you can't make him do what you want!"

Yamato's grip tightened around Taichi. The glare he leveled at Patamon could've peeled him raw if it were just an ounce or two stronger. He didn't bother with any witty parting remarks, only kept a stronger grip on Taichi and took to the air, quick as he could manage.

Ken, Daisuke, Miyako, Mimi, and Sora followed after, but it didn't take long for Mimi and Sora to drop back down, both looking more than a little furious.

"We lost him. It's too dark out there for us," Sora reported. "Ken, Daisuke, and Miyako are going to keep going. They see in the dark better than we can."

Mimi stepped over to Takeru, who now held Patamon in his arms. "I don't think we've met," she said, giving both of them a curious examination. "Mimi, Princess of the Southern Forest Dryads."

"Sora, Princess of the Western Cupids," Sora introduced herself as well. "You're his brother, aren't you?"

"Yes." Takeru's gaze followed the invisible track through the sky his brother followed, completely out of sight now. "At least I was. How...what happened to him?"

"As near as we can tell, after his execution, a vampire found him, and turned him. He must not have been all the way dead. Vampires can't turn the dead." Sora let out a deep sigh. "I wish we knew something else. Anything else. Like who his 'master' is."

"His master is Vamdemon." The words came from the small white cat that stood beside Hikari as the young princess came over to join them.

Patamon perked his head up at the sight of her. "An – Tailmon! What are you doing here?"

"The same as you. Protecting someone." Large blue eyes turned up to Hikari, then back to the group there, now joined by the king and queen.

The king could not have been paler if he'd tried. "You said, Vamdemon?"

"Yes." Tailmon nodded, arms now crossed over her white-furred chest. "He is who found Yamato, almost dead, and transformed him into what he is now. Yamato is his tool for revenge against your kingdom."

"Revenge?" Mimi tilted her head, curiosity lighting her brilliant eyes. "What happened?"

The king closed his own eyes for a few heartbeats. "The reason for the law against sirens in this land is because several generations ago, one of my ancestors found himself under the power of one. The war that burst from this ravaged all the lands around for decades to come. Everyone believed at the time that the siren perished on the battlefield. But the tale was passed down from parent to child that the siren rose up again from that battlefield and vanished into a swarm of bats, after swearing vengeance upon the kingdom."

He shook his head, eyes flickering first to Hikari then to where Yamato and Taichi vanished out of sight. "I'd hoped that it truly was nothing more than a story, but when Yamato's powers manifested themselves, I couldn't take any chances. I hoped that if Taichi didn't remember what happened, he would come to believe I did the right thing." His head drooped even more, his voice little more than a whisper. "I thought I did the right thing."

Hikari's voice was as soft as his own. "Once we get Taichi back, then you need to take the ring off of him. He has to know. Let him decide what he wants to do, and who he wants to be with."

"Is there any way that we can get Yamato to be...himself again?" Takeru wanted to know. "I don't think we can make him human again. I hear vampirism is pretty… permanent."

"It is." Patamon nodded. "But what we need to do is break the ties between him and Vamdemon. If we can do that, then he'll be able to make his own decisions on what he does."

Sora ran her fingers through her hair, thinking. "I didn't know him before, but I think if we can free him, he won't be a bad person. He might even be someone you'd like to have married to your son, your Majesty."

The king said nothing, only pressed his lips together for a handful of heartbeats. The queen answered instead.

"Before, he and Taichi couldn't have been closer to one another. If none of this had happened, I think we would've celebrated their wedding already." Steel glittered in her eyes. "What happens now will depend on what we learn in the future."


Miyako's wings stroked through the cool night air. She could tell that Ken and Daisuke flew ahead of her; they had to, in order to keep their sight in the shadows. All around her there glowed the brilliant light that forged every phoenix, making her unmistakeable in the darkness.

"Is there any way you can tone that down?" Daisuke asked, dropping back just enough so he didn't have to yell. "They're going to know we're coming."

"No. And if they're focused on me, they won't notice you." Miyako would've rolled her eyes if she could. No sooner had she cleared the roof of the palace, but she'd transformed into her full phoenix form. She could fly swift enough as it was, but with her larger wingspan, she could keep up with Ken and Daisuke, both of whom had the power of the night in their wings.

Perks of being a demon prince and whatever it was that Daisuke was.

One day they'd find out, if he ever chose to tell them.

But for now, it was a lot more important to find out what they could do to help Taichi and Yamato. There was still so much they didn't know, but they couldn't let Yamato take Taichi back to his master, whoever that was.

We might not be able to do that. But at least we'll know where they are. I hope.

There just wasn't any way they could let Yamato flicker off with Taichi and do nothing about it. So they tracked him through the skies.

It wasn't easy. Miyako could see as if it were daylight, though a very cloudy day indeed. She didn't know how Ken and Daisuke saw, but as none of them lost their way, they saw enough.

She had no idea of how long they'd flown or what time it was or even where they were, other than the mountains that rose on the far edges of Taichi's kingdom. She adjusted to the winds rising there quickly and took another look to orient herself.

"I didn't know anyone lived out here," she murmured to herself. Did vampires live in caves or houses? Caves couldn't be comfortable, but everything she knew indicated they would need to hide from the sun, and that might be better than a house.

Wherever they lived, it wasn't far away. It couldn't be, not with Yamato now moving downward, Taichi still clinging to him. Miyako spiraled to slow herself down, eyes now focused relentlessly on their target. She didn't like attacking, but she had no choice. Yamato stayed high enough that they didn't dare do so until now, not wanting to risk Taichi falling before any of them could catch him. But now he moved in closer and the fall wouldn't be so bad…

"We need an invitation to enter mortal homes, but you think you can enter mine at will, phoenix?" It wasn't a voice she knew, but now in between them and Yamato there stood a tall creature, gray of skin and gold of hair. In his hands power glowed and she had no more chance to see anything else, before pain filled her world.

To Be Continued

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