GOMEN NASAI!!! *Bows* I had the writers block from HELL with this. BUT I believe I've got things covered. It's gonna be shorter and there will be a little side ficcy that'll explain some things but otherwise this will focus just on Yamato and Takeru. Only. Ladeda. I'm much happier now. Much.
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School was as much a torture as staying home with the blonde blue eyed angel in disguise. Not an angel but a hungry little demon who could wrap your soul around him. Pull at you with strings you never noticed where placed.
Yamato couldn't sand the loud voices and close quarters of the school. He felt tired and dirty. Felt as if everyone could see those strings, bloodied by Takeru's greed. His greed and Yamato's compliance.
The same thoughts tortured him as he moved through the halls. Avoiding those who would see the faint glimmers of his wounds if not the cause. Koushiro had been helping when Yamato had desperately asked him to.
*I don't want to see anyone. They'll just ask questions. Taichi will find a way to figure out everything. I just don't want to know. I just don't.*
In science Koushiro slid into the seat beside him displacing Taichi's normal role. The former goggle head gave Koushiro a glare and took the last seat in the front. Yamato kept his head down, not want to face the red head or anyone else for that matter.
"Yamato I'm not going to ask. I know you don't want me to." Koushiro whispered, leaning over his desk so none could over hear.
"But you can come over after school if you want. If you don't want to go home."
Yamato looked up long enough to see the sincerity and concern in the young computer whiz's eyes.
"Arigato."
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Takeru waited at the window once again for Yamato to come home. This was the third time Yamato had stayed out after school. He would have confronted Yamato after school but he'd seen his older brother walking away with Koushiro. The shorter digidestined walking close beside the blonde with concern written all over him.
He didn't like that at all...
With a sigh Takeru turned away from the window. It wasn't like he didn't have anything Else to do but wait for Yamato. Homework still called and chores.
It still bothered him. Things were so much better now that he had Yamato. All that time watching and wanting was over. Now... Now he had him. All the pale skin and long limbs and it was HIS. No more of that dark little earthy Daisuke. So different and clearly inferior. A pass time before better things.
God sometimes he couldn't believe he'd managed to snare Yamato. Or maybe not. He'd always been able to get his brother to do anything for him. When sick, healthy or just in a lazy mood. The tall musician would jump the moon for his little bro.
*Or jump me*
Takeru snicked over his math homework. That was certainly the best part of it all. Not so much the sex itself. But being able to own his brother. Maybe somewhere he felt guilty over the hurt evident in Yamato's eyes. The hopeless and desperate way he would responde to Takeru's possessive touches. That glint of pain gave Takeru a hit he never thought possible. He haunted Yamato's every thought, word and deed. He ruled over Yamato's life now. Now and forever, never to get away.
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It was very late when Yamato came home. Normally he would have gotten in trouble but since all this time at Koushiro's was keeping his grades up above his average, no one cared. He tried to come home as late as possible in the last week.
*Koushiro is so patient with me. I'm sure Taichi would have given up by now.*
Sneaking past Takeru's room, he glanced in hoping against hope that the younger blonde was fast asleep. A quiet sigh and the murmerings of the slumbering greeted his ears. Trying even more desperately to be quiet, Yamato managed to reach the spare bedroom. Stripping down to his boxers he curled under the sheets, trying to stop the shaking. He couldn't come home without shivering now.
Pushing thoughts aside he tried to enjoy a night alone. One night without hands touching him or a hot mouth claiming any sound of protest.
*I've got to stop this. I can't live like this...*
He comforted himself with the thought of being able to go back to his Dad's tomorrow. His fathers business had been delayed by five days. An extra five days of avoiding, of crying after cold blue eyes had shut. Hiding at Koushiro's. Only one more day of hiding and he was free. He so desperately hoped he was free.
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After school Koushiro came over to the Takashi's to help with packing up all of Yamato's things. Apparently his Dad was to come over at about nine to drive Yamato home. He was glad Koushiro had volunteered to come over. The redheads presance was enough to hole Takeru up in his room, sulking.
Now Yamato sat on his bed and laughed at Koushiro's clueless reaction to a joke being spread around the school.
"I do not see the point of these questions. What is so entertaining about it?" Koushiro asked absentmindedly spinning in the desk chair.
"It's called a joke and it's funny." Yamato said from his spot lying on the bed. So far progress on packing was pretty minimal.
"Okay so explain it to me again."
"Okay I name three people and of them you pick who you would push off a cliff, sleep with or be roomies with." Yamato explained patiently.
"Okay..."
"Taichi, Jyou or... Iori?"Yamato grinned probably guessing already who was going to be what.
"Sigh, do I Have to answer this?"
"Yes!"
"Okay then, I'd push Jyou off the cliff, sleepwithtaichiandlivewithiori..."Koushiro said quickly turning a bright red at the concept of sleeping with Any of his friends.
Yamato laughed as the brainiac turned to color of his hair.
"I didn't expect that! I was sure you'd toss Tai off the cliff!"
"No, Jyou is too annoying and doesn't take chances. Iori would leave me be when I wanted him too and besides Taichi is a better kisser then they probably are." Koushiro said without thinking.
Yamato turned and sat up looking at Koushiro in surprise.
"Since when did You kiss Taichi?" He said with a grin."
"I... it was just... He... At a party... It was a dare!!!" Koushiro blustered his true skin color now completely gone as he blushed to the roots of his hair.
Yamato began laughing the image of reserved Koushiro and the wild Taichi being able to coexist at that distance. The redhead glared at him and small pout gracing his lips.
"It's not that funny..."
"Yes it is!"
Koushiro just sighed and ignored him. Inside he was smiling though. Yamato seemed much more relaxed then he had before.
Then his cell phone rang. Letting Yamato roll about in his mirth he picked it up.
"Moshi moshi"
"hai hai, I'll be there soon." With a sigh he shut the phone off and gave Yamato an apologetic look.
"Sorry Yamato but I have to get going. My Mom doesn't want me out this late..."
Instantly Yamato's grin faded and he nodded looking down at the comforter, his face troubled. Koushiro didn't know what to say, but he had to leave. Getting up he a gave Yamato a firm hug around the shoulders before leaving.
"Gomen nasai Yama. I'll stop by tomorrow to see how your doing okay?"He whispered hoping that the blonde wasn't too upset.
"Hai." he responded, not looking up but placing a cold hand over one of Koushiro's.
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Yamato watched the clock, wait for each minute to pass slowly by. It always seemed to take so long. Not so long by the clock but still so very long. The pain wasn't bad anymore. In fact at time it was down right pleasant. How he hated that. Hated feeling it. Hated wanting it.
*But soon, it'll be all over. Over and done with. No more. I can't... I just can't do this again. Ever again. I'll go to Taichi's when Dad leaves. Or Koushiro's, hell even Jyou's. Anywhere but here...*
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I always get so vague when I'm writing this. Least it feels like I am. Anyways I do believe just two more chapters. Then the first side fic I'm going to write. This will be a continuation of Daisuke's part. I kinda just left him to suffer didn't I? Well THIS time around he's getting his own fic.
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