All right I finally figured out where I'm gonna go with this fic. I figured out why I was having troubles and told myself to get over it. One, I never like seeing Yamato as the uke in any fic. I think he's too string for that. Two, it's hard to write Takeru as being a little deranged. All hail Children of the Corn three! Eli was such a little deranged, perverted little fuck as my friend said repeatedly but he was kinda well seemingly inocent. Takeru! My mind cheered and I suddenly had my fic idea! So here it is the second part of my twisted tale. A perfect canandate for sick sad world.
I don't own digimon. But what I could do if I did!
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Takeru watched Yamato from the so far empty seats as the band did their warm up. He was obviously the most dedicated of the whole group. Telling them to shut up and practice when the others started chatting aimlessly. He was obviously keeping his temper in check. But once the warm up got into full swing he calmed down.
*Musics always had that effect on him.*
He thought watching as Yamato sang through a songs chorus briefly. There was an underlying current of energy that hung about Yamato during everyone of his concerts. It drew people to him and made them hang onto every word he sang. Takeru just knew he'd make it big eventualy. No one could resist his brother's singing. As the couple hundred screaming fangirls waiting impatently outside demonstrated.
The lone figure in the seats blinked as the band started moving back stage and the lights on stage went off. Yamato waved to him to come over and he stood up weaving his way back stage.
Once there he sat on a speaker near the stage entrance and watched the people stream in. He hated them all in a way. They all wanted a piece of his brother. He wouldn't let them of course. Not that they ever stood a chance. One fan girl had learned that early on. She'd been persistant following Yamato and driving him insane. Him and all his friends too. Takeru had met Jun one day while waiting for Daisuke outside the Motomiya apartment.
~~~~~~~~~~~Flash back~~~~~~~
"Hey Takeru!" A high pitched voice sounded from down the hallway.
"Is Matty-kun here?" Jun asked hope filling her vacant eyes.
Takeru sneered inwardly at her false tone and vapid expression. He'd never liked the hyper active type much and it drove him insane when it was a girl. Though what could you expect from Daisuke's sister.
"No." he answered looking away hoping she wouldn't try and talk to him.
"Why are you here then. It can't be for Daisuke you two hate each other." She smiled while he groaned inwardly.
*No such luck. Damn the anoying bitch.*
"We have to work together on a school project." He said flatly hoping she wouldn't question the lie.
Neither of them wanted their little trysts to be discovered. They both had reputations to up hold after all. He was the basketball teams star while Daisuke was the soccer team captain.
Jun didn't get the silent message he was sending her. She was even stupider than Daisuke if that's possible. She kept talking about Yamato using the nickname she'd used before. Takeru felt himself growing angry at the little twit. She was talking like Yamato was her's! The nerve of it all struck a cord in him. Especially since Yamato was so obviously telling her off at every opertunity. He opened his mouth just to tell her to go away.
"Fuck off would ya?" He said in annoyed tone of voice.
He hadn't meant to swear because he never did. It just wasn't something Takaishi Takeru did. Of course whne it came to his brother takeru often surprised himself. Jun was doubly surprised. She blinked stupidly and shook her head as if checking to make sure she was hearing right.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
"I told you to go fuck off. Don't you get it numbskull. None of us like you especially my brother. Yamato hates you everyone hates you." he snarled starting to get really sick of her now.
She stood there shocked then frowned looking angry. Her face clearly showed her indignation of being told off by a 'kid'.
"Now look here Takeru. I don't know where you get off talking to me like that but.." She paused sputtering then lapsing into silence as Takeru cut her off violently.
"No. You listen to me bitch." He said pushing off the wall he'd been leaning against.
"I can talk how ever the hell I want. I'm talking to you that way because I don't want you around My brother." He's growled giving her a glare full of loathing.
"I'm sick of seeing you hanging off him like some kind of parasite. So as I said before fuck off Jun before I kick your stupid giggling face across the aspault."
She'd backed up a step completely taken off gaurd by the venemence in his voice. She stared at him eyes wide in silence for several moments before Daisuke came hopping through the door.
"Hey Takeru what's up...oh Jun. Your back. I'm leaving what great timing. Come on lets go." He said oblivious to his sisters discomfort or Takeru's violent mood.
Jun had fled emediatly inside slamming the door behnd her. Daisuke had grabbed Takeru's arm and dragged him off.
~~~~~~~~~~~End of flash back
Jun had never been seen around Yamato again though sometimes the group would see her. She would just turn tail and walk in the oposite direction. Though not without giving Takeru a frightened and uneasy look.
*I think I rather frightened her. I guess the Ishida temper does run in the family.*
She never came to concerts anymore either as far as they could tell. Still many others came. Takeru wantd to be able to tell them all off but that would be impossible. That and Yamato would lose most of his fan base.
*I'll never let any of them have him. He's my brother. He's mine.*
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Okay a little short I admit. But there's still lots more to go. Heheheh I have this all planned out now! Well sept the end. I might ask you guys for help there. Hey why not now! Here's the choices I'm toying with.
1. Takeru gets his ass kicked. Most likely by Taichi. Why? Pick it and find out.
2. Takeru ends up dying. A very angst riddled ending.
3. Things take a interesting twist and the fic gets a tad bit longer. This one would take the most work and there for is less explained.
4. Is open to suggestions. My mind has drawn a blank it's up to you. I'll give ya credit totally if I use your idea.