People actually like this fic. Ah go figure. Well I have a few votes for one and three and two suggestions for the ending. So far I'm still undecided. Vote people or I wont write it! Though I am leaning towards three but I need to work on Hope in despair and A break in character. And maybe start a few others too. I like writing too much. This time I will at least spell check before posting! I promise. But don't expect too much. I am desperately in need of a beta reader for all my fics but My beta reader hasn't even finished editing Hope in despair part one yet! Oh well she'll finish eventually. Wont you Miyama? Well here's part three of my twisted little fic.
I don't own digimon. It's a good thing I don't if this fic says anything about my mind.....
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Takeru jumped as a hand touched his shoulder lightly. He twisted around to see Yamato in his concert gear. At first he had refused to wear something as ridiculous as this, but after their concerts hit the over a hundred mark and a teen magazine had come to interview them, he had given in. Takeru frankly thought he looked terribly inviting in tight leather pants and a lose fitting black shirt shot through with silver threads. He never buttoned it completely either. The top was opened slightly to reveal glimpses of his pale skin.
(A/N Yes I give you all permission to drool. ;) *Hands out drool buckets*)
"Hey the shows gonna start soon. You might want to wear these. It can be really loud up here." Yamato said handing his brother a package of ear plugs.
Takeru smiled and took the package remembering how long his ears had rung after the last concert he'd attended. Yamato walked closer to the stage and glanced out at the growing crowd. People were streaming in and the place was packed all ready. The lead singer of the Teenage Wolves smiled as he watched the crowd. Takeru watched his profile in a half daze really taking in his appearance in those tight leather pants. The sleekly muscled legs outlined perfectly, every movement and tensing caught by the dull black material. His shirt was slit partially open and hung around him like a wisp of silvery smoke.
"It's really something. All these people I mean. I never thought we'd become this big before. Never." Yamato said quietly not turning his head to look at Takeru.
He blinked and looked up at his brother smiling. He didn't really have much to say. Yamato always acted like this before a concert. He took his duties seriously as a band member and worked hard but he never could believe they'd become so popular.
"I knew you would. I always did from the moment you started the band." he said, staring adoringly at his brother's perfect features.
Yamato turned his head slightly and smiled at Takeru. His ice blue eyes were, for once, warm and inviting. An expression used only for the people he was close to.
"Yeah. You always did. Thank God I listened to you instead of Taichi. He thought I'd fail totally." he said turning back towards the crowd.
Takeru stood up and went to stand behind and a little beside his brother. He looked out across the mindless fans as they trickled in trying not to sneer at them. It wouldn't do for Yamato to see him act that way. He yawned instead and leaned his head against Yamato's arm like he did when he was small. He closed his eyes savouring the feeling of being this close to his brother.
"Tired all ready? You're not gonna last through the concert." Yamato said turning slightly giving Takeru a quick hug across the shoulders.
He just shrugged and leaned back not wanting to be too obvious. Yamato cocked his head to the side and gave him a small smile.
"There's a bed in my change room if you want to take a nap during the concert. No one will bug you there." he said, gently giving Takeru a friendly punch in the arm.
Takeru shook his head smiling.
"Naw, I'll be all right. Once the noise starts up no could sleep anyways."
"Noise? Don't you mean music?" Yamato said looking offended.
"Music? What music? You mean you're actually trying to sound good?" Takeru laughed as his brother scowled at him, trying not to grin.
"Brat. After I fed you and everything. You should treat your older brother with more respect." he said, standing up straighter and looking down his nose at Takeru.
"But I always treat you with respect Yamato-sama. I would never dream of treating you with anything else less then abject adoration."
"Whatever ya little imp. Look I gotta go now. The concerts starting in five. Enjoy the show brat child." Yamato said glancing at his watch and starting to walk away.
Takeru smiled slightly. Yamato took his comment for sarcasm but Takeru had meant every word. He watched his brother walk over to his band buddies his eyes half hooded, a little half smile on his face.
"I always enjoy watching you Yama-kun." He whispered at the retreating figure.
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The music pounded through the concert hall and every eye was locked on the figure on stage. He looked more intense, more alluring on stage then at any other moment in his life. Takeru's eyes were as glued to Yamato as any other star struck fan. Of course he would never compare himself to any of those sobbing, screeching dimwits in the audience.
*He's so beautiful on stage. He never looks better anywhere else.*
Yamato's eyes were closed as he sang the current song. His guitar was strapped around his shoulders, his long fingers sliding across the stings. Takeru's throat closed as he opened his eyes, the last notes of the song hanging delicately on the air. The sound faded and he smiled at the crowd. They in turn burst into new lengths of screaming and applause. He smiled brighter and started into the section in any concert when the singers introduce the band. He walked around stage chatting with each member and talking to the audience. He was completely at ease.
Takeru on the other hand stood side stage and glared at the fans. They didn't deserve such a warm smile from his brother. He'd never seen one of Yamato's large concerts before and this new addition to the show angered him. With larger crowds Yamato was supposed to become more distant from
"One other person to introduce everyone. Today, somebody very important to me decided to tag along as always. No, no, don't worry. He's not a girlfriend. I'm still single.." Yamato laughed walking towards Takeru an evil smile on his face.
Takeru started to panic. He knew Yamato was going to drag him out on stage now. He backed up trying to think of a way out of this situation. Yamato grinned and reached over grabbing Takeru's arm and pulling him on stage.
"Oh come on out. They're not gonna kill you.Come on..." Yamato said as Takeru tried desperately to move away from the stage.
"Yamato...." Takeru whined, but Yamato had no mercy.
He was dragged into the middle of the stage and Yamato put a arm around Takeru's shoulders still grinning. Takeru blinked in the bright lights that were shinning directly into his eyes now. They were very warm too and the stage felt like a summers day at noon. He now understood why all bands get sweaty even if their sitting down.
*How does Yamato stand it up here for two hours?*
"And this ladies and gentlemen is my little baby bro Takeru." Yamato said, brightly turning to the audience, which was just a black void beyond the first five rows.
"Wave to the people Takeru." he said when Takeru just stood there trying not to blush under the scrutiny of all the people.
"He's just a little shy so you'll have to excuse him." Yamato laughed then released him and gave him a little push towards back stage.
"Oh fine. Go back into the safety of back stage. We have to start the show anyway big baby." he said still laughing as Takeru stumbled and walked thankfully off the stage.
Laughed even more as Takeru turned and stuck his tongue out at him. The audience thought it was hilarious, but soon quieted down as the band started up again. Takeru walked back to the change room listening as Yamato's smooth silky voice rose once again in song.
*I should have known he'd pull a trick like that.*
Takeru thought blushing a bit at the memory. He hated being in front of crowds and Yamato knew that. He found the change room and went inside immediately. He was feeling tired now and collapsed on the bed not bothering to turn off the light which had been on when he entered. He fell asleep quickly the sounds from the stage faded to a loud vibration that shook the walls slightly but he could still hear his brothers voice above the noise.
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A hand gently shook his shoulder and Takeru opened blurry eyes to see a sweaty and tired Yamato sitting on the bed beside him. He smiled and sat up rubbing his eyes.
"Is the concert over?" he asked looking up again.
"No it's only intermission. I still have the better part of an hour to go."He said tiredly.
He looked exhausted. And as if to eco that thought he yawned an ear splitting yawn. Then looked sheepish as Takeru smiled.
"Hey these longer concerts are exhausting. I wish we didn't have to do them but our manager said it's the only way to keep going. It's what the fans want after all." He said standing up to go to the counter.
He turned on the sinks water and dunked his head under the tap. Takeru watched him angrily once again at his brother's fans.
*They're all ways taking so much out of him! Keeping him from going places and draining his energy with these stupid concerts.*
The entire situation made him want to strangle each and everyone of their necks or go and hug Yamato telling him he didn't have to do this to himself for them. That he cared much more then they ever would or ever had.
The blonde in black leather stood up shaking the excess water out of his hair. The water dripped onto his shirt staining the shoulders an even darker black the silver stands shinning brighter. He turned to the little mini fridge in the corner and got two bottles out.Yamato smiled and handed Takeru a bottle of juice. He took it as Yamato opened his own and chugged it all down on one breath.
"Thirsty work ya know?" he said smiling.
Takeru nodded and watched as he drank another one. He was still debating on how to distance his brother from the audience. He hadn't forgotten Yamato's intimate smile in his embarrassment over being dragged on stage. An idea occurred to him but it was too much, too risky. He didn't want Yamato to hate him.
Yamato sighed and Takeru watched him walk over to the wall leaning against it. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes. His skin still glistened with sweat from the performance. Takeru let his smoldering eyes rake over Yamato's body. The lean legs, slender waist, muscled torso revealed by the still half open shirt, aristocratic features. He found himself standing up. He could still remember how wonderful Yamato had looked on stage and the warmth of his arm across Takeru's shoulders. He let go of his own self control for five minutes as he approached his brother.Then he did it.
He stepped forward and reached up brushing fingers against the exposed flesh of Yamato neck. Yamato 's head came down his eyes snapping open as he stared at his brother.
"Takeru what are.."
Takeru cut him off by leaning forward placing one leg between Yamato's pinning him to the wall. He placed his hand on his brother's exposed chest the other sliding behind his neck. He brought Yamato's head down and kissed him full on the lips. He ran his tongue across Yamato's lips forcing them open. He was shaking as Takeru plunged his tongue deep into his mouth, his hand running across his chest caressing him gently.
A loud bang on the door sent Takeru quickly to the other side of the room leaving Yamato leaning against the wall staring at his brother in shock.
" Yamato we're back on in one minute." A voice said from beyond the door.
He didn't answer, but merely stared at Takeru chest heaving. The door opened and the drummer stuck his head to look at Yamato in confusion.
"Hey didn't you hear me? We're on man." he said giving him a strange look.
Yamato blinked and stood up straight still shaking slightly. He didn't say anything just stood up and left his eyes confused. Takeru watched him go but not looking him in the eyes. The door shut and he broke out into a huge grin. The same thought echoed repeatedly through his head.
*I kissed Yamato. I did. I really did. I kissed Yamato.*
Another thought stopped him cold and he stared at the door for a few moments. He stood up and walked out the door intending to watch the rest of the concert. He couldn't help but grin at this new thought either as he stood at the side of the stage once more.
*Now he'll think only about me.*
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Did I or did I not say I was going to make this fucked up? If not I apologize for not saying it sooner. Takeru is gonna be truly twisted in this fic. I am having fun writing this as screwed as it seems. Well the next part should be up soon cuz I know where I'm going with it. After that things get fuzzy. Please vote for an ending cuz I can't decide! 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. Not as stupid as it sounds.
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.
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