Part five of my series. ^_^
This is for Lilac's Be nice to Daisuke Contest, and well, here you go!! She
reviewed this and I THANK you for loving it. Just getting inspiration because
of that post, and that I'm worthless. Depressed mildly, dedication to Lilac and
Sliver, here I present, from Yuy Productions Co. is…. (oh and Lilac, your
name's in here!! ^_^)
The True Daisuke Motomiya
Chapter V- Death
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The memories played over and over. The tenderness of the blade as blood glimmered upon the paleness of my skin. The pain, the appalling pain heightened to its maximum, as it glittered its brilliance around me. Cerise blood trails down my chest as my breath became harsher and caught with twanging agony as my cries echoed softly in its minute abode. The metal touch shrouded shivers throughout my spine as it traced near my heart. My insolate heart. I was useless. I'm unworthy, I am nothing.
I am no one.
I am…
Nobody.
Another memory collides with a euphonious tone. I recall singing that day. It was all so clear to me. She toyed with me. She hated me. She despised me with disgust, anguish intertwining with her voice. I recall her calling me filth, and impudent fool with nothing. No hopes, future, nothing. She thought of me as Satan's Offspring. She forgave me later that day though. As I remember, she told me these exact words, "You are yourself, and I am myself. But you are a being and I'm sorry. I needed an outlet. I needed someone to use to release anger. I'm dearly sorry…" But I ran off. Tears had stung my eyes that day, and nothing became true. Hopes were vanished, and my soul lost. I was thus only a shell. A cast. I was just a doll. A being without a conscious.
I was nothing.
Tears spilled my worn cheeks, as the pastiness of my skin began to feel archaic as though time had passed. Then I drew into a slumber of everlasting death. I slept with nothing, nothing but a true sign that I was…
Gone.
Forever lost in the depths of the universe.
No hope, love, light. Courage never kept me going. I was never a friend. I was nothing. I am nothing. I am forever the outcast of the universe.
I am Daisuke Motomiya,
The light of the darkness,
The doll of existence.
The everlasting hope of death.
I am…
The death of life,
The rebirth of hope,
And the light of hell.
I was thus the once known protector of Heaven, but now, I am nobody.
I am nothing but the true Daisuke Motomiya, the server of nothingness.
I woke up again with the
grogginess of the world fading around me. The haze of death felt closer than
ever and I felt something watching. Something. The moonlight, once again, it's
lucid rays, blazed around me as pure majestic wings grew. Tears stained my once
defiant face, now worn with the façade drawn in it. My wings folded back as I
felt someone gripping my hand.
It was him.
I did not know how, but somehow,
my light drew closer as tender lips pressed upon mine. But I felt it let go as
the darkness diminished away into the darkness. The lingering feel, the touch,
the holiness of it, made me weaken, as tears plummeted down away in waterfalls
of endless distress clutching the pillow once again. The weariness of my heart
held its defenses weak as the world began to lighten its rays and I drew into a
slumber.
Saturday, February 14. The day I
got dispatched. My birthday had seemed like eternity as this occasion drew. I
woke up with the defiance of the world around me smiling, and the rain still
pouring. The angels are still mourning me. It's no wonder. A nurse came by and
helped me out of the bed, and gave me a stack of newly folded clothes.
I stared at the design. The shirt
was still… No, it wasn't the same. There was a symbol of Courage embroidered on
it with a dark blue background with flames like the one I wear when I'm in the
Digital World. I slipped the hospital gown down, placing it on the bed. I
unzipped the khaki pants and put my legs through, leisurely taking my time
carefully. Slipping the shirt, I inhaled the fresh scent of Lilacs* and
violets, as I stepped through the door and onto the lobby.
After registering out with the
displacement forms, I jotted down my signature and handed the clipboard back to
the secretary. She smiled at me, "Have a good day sir." I knew it was just to
reassure me, with the fakeness in her voice. Jun took out her hand and I placed
mine in hers. She let go as soon as the automatic doors opened, and put her
left arm around my shoulders.
It took awhile before we went to
car. Once we did, I sat in the passenger's seat. Buckling my seatbelt, I saw
something flicker as I searched through the front pocket of the car. The
thoughts of regret and hatred that filled through from my dreams locked into my
conscious' thoughts as I pulled the pocket knife, tracing the edge of the blade
with my finger. Sticky, scarlet, sweet blood oozed from my fingers enticing me
with its tangy juices. I rose it high, and slowly, it impacted my heart a great
thump, and it sunk deeper piercing through my skin, onto my heart. It stopped
with a continuous beat as the car stopped with a halt. I eyes rolled back with
my head tilting to the side, and my vision drew blurry then blank. All I knew
was, I was enveloped with nothingness…
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Part six/ending is coming soon!!
I've already gotten it jotted down ready to be typed!! Well, I hope you enjoy
this because the last part is going to make your head spin, (not really) and
make you wish this was never the end!! The twist that you wish for more. Wondering who the guy was? Well, I'm going
to write chapter two of my OTHER digimon fic, and your going to have to search
for it in my profile!! Then you'll see what yaoi pairing that is!! It's
__________ in disguise!! ^_^
Oh and the * was where Lilac's
name was. No, I'm NOT trying to bribe
you. I'm just making this seem more interesting…
~A-Chan Yuy~