This is for HeeroGrl195
This is for HeeroGrl195. She pretty much
wrote most of this for another one of her fics before I chopped it up and
changed it around as well as added a few things. The poem is all hers
though (Italic text), I loved it so I made a fic for it. Thanks for
letting me use it, I do appreciate it. Well, this is shonen-ai
between Yamato -n- Taichi so if you don't like don't read. This might be
confusing -very-, sappy, a piece of crap, etc...and as always I don't own
Digimon so don't sue me, pweese. ^_^;
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Till We Meet Again
Midnight streams of vibrant light seeped
through the planes of a mystic glass window in mass waves. Highlighting and
shrouding brought the room alive once more in wondrous yet magical energy making
all intertwined happy and yet sad all the same. A young teenager sat sobbing in
the covers of his bed, with blankets and pillows shrouding him like an angelic
halo making him seemingly fly on the undercurrents of fluttering wings and
shimmering feathers. His long, fluffy, oh-so-comfy robe hued with blue and
orange gleamed in the night adding to the affect that an unimaginable or
fictional being lay before them.
My love for you is for
eternity
Beds of lies and lust can't change what is for forever
Tears dripped down his fair skin in waterfalls
that glistened in the soft moonlight with tiny sparks of an unknown fire and
unbearable hurt. Strings of silky golden stuck to his wet cheeks and forehead as
the crystal tears escaped his eyes and weeps of unabated sorrow released from
his slightly parted, trembling lips. Soft fingers clashed about his blanket
tugging and pulling at the seams making his body shake and cloudy despair burrow
its way deeper inside his heart and soul. Mind swirled, body ached, tears grew,
love resurfaced, and hunger for life bore in Yamato's handsome frame as the long
and suffering night drew on.
Deep in my soul and heart
will be your life until I return
Tears of sorrow as memories play across our minds
Shaking his head, and swiping at his eyes to
remove the offending tears that continued to venture forth, the destined of
friendship slipped out from his halo of covers on feather light feet and stood
up. The light haired boy wrapped his well-trimmed arms around himself and walked
sluggishly over to his dresser, with the long slip of his rob drawing behind him
in a hypnotizing array of bluish orange. Blinking sadly a few times, Matt
glanced at his reflection in the mirror before him and removed a shaky hand from
the warmth he so desperately tried to dwell in. Leaning over the side of the
top, toppling over stray pictures, trophies, and CD's, he placed a warm palm on
the cool glass letting the smooth surface tingle upon his shivering skin. Yamato
traced his features with a shaky index finger, dragging and rubbing the image
before him as if in a daze.
Temptations drawing and
coaxing us from afar
The never ending tug of my heart for your voice
The blue's of his eyes watched enviously as a
shadowed image appeared to his side and wrapped warm hands around his slender
waist, and kissed his neck. Matt's body inwardly drowned in the embrace and fell
into the warm arms, sending numerous amounts of pink to his cheeks, warmth to
his being, and light in his darkened soul. The crest holder sighed heavily,
breathing in the sensual and captivating scent of his secret, yet not, holder
letting his eyes drift shut and pictures play across his senses in jumbled
imagery and love. Fingers brushed against his cheek, making a small sweet smile
tug at his lips and a sense of rightness filled the air around the duo.
Is an angel grip and song
away in the heavens
Lips forever pursuing your own sweet gloss
The friendship bearer shivered and nuzzled into
the hand that caressed his cheek, as his world was finally complete once more.
Matt felt unbelievable and a bit foggy as devilish browns winked at him through
the mirror, making the fallen boy gasp out.
And reaching nothing but
bitter air and ashes
In a haze of foreboding and devastation
Dark eyes darted around and stared dreamily in
the mirror as it outlined himself and his lover. A lone figure cloaked in gray
fog, cuddled and hugged the blonde in a tight yet perfectly enduring embrace
making the slightly taller boy fall in love even further. Both figures stood
silent and unwavering in their true feelings, just basking in the un-vocalized
comfort of each other until that very instant their eyes met the shrouded man
disappeared in a thick black haze. Yamato turned around and waved his hands
about trying to grab at the shadow before it vanished completely.
"No come back...Don't leave me
again." The emotionally distraught boy murmured.
The world has taken you away
from our love
Sleep well in the eternal bliss of heaven
Wide streaks of gloom surround the boy, as the
light from the moon hit the departing figure in its mirth. Black gleams of light
polished the picture as he stood wearily, trying desperately to cling to his
touch and scent. His eyes never wavered from the spot he once stood, making his
fingers burn for his embrace and lips pout for his kiss.
My soul will be true and
return to you
My love will carry us away on wings of doves
Long minutes passed into eternity as he watched
lazily into the moonlight that shone all around him with angelic wings. Yamato's
oversized robe, making the boy seemingly disappear within it, was hung loosely
against his small frame as he drew his knees to his chest and wept from the
shock of seeing a vivid memory. Large wet stains soaked his hair and face, as
the digi-destined sniffed and quivered on the cool floor. His tiny feet were
huddled close to his body under his robe, letting his toes dance across the soft
fabric.
And for forever and eternity
our love will shine
Brighter then a shooting star or glimmer in your eyes
Placing his tired chin on-top of his knees,
Matt hugged his body close and wished for the impossible. Memory after memory of
the happiest moments of his life entrapped him in a heavenly hell lock.
Birthdays, kisses, dates, and love were at the top of the list but
each still virtually potent in his throbbing mind. All those days they would
just lounge around and bask in the others embrace. Spending romantic evenings
alone with only each other on their minds. Even now he could still feel the
warmth the other provided in their heated lovemaking and kisses. Sweaty limbs
and bodies in tune with the other making the whole room and mouths scream with
satisfaction. A special piece and place in his heart, overflowing with
unblemished love and purpose, slowly burned with regret and depression as his
lovely pictures drew more horrific and red.
But for now we have dimmed
but not erased
Hearts will hold us together and once again
Taking a fairly large gulp in order to calm his
nerves, the friendship holder slowly and gracefully rose to his feet and glanced
around the silent room. His eyes bore into the walls and paintings that held the
room together in homeliness and sanctuary. Taking a long, shallow breath the
light haired boy turned around and stared in the mirror once more hoping and
praying his lost love would return to him. Seeing him not around him and not
feeling his warmth and heartbeat Matt whimpered and grew cold. Blue eyes pulsed
with red streaks as he glanced back down and studied a priceless picture of his
koi. Perfect silky waves of brown hair that always tickled his nose when they
kissed. A cute button nose placed amazingly in the middle of his face with two
large, deep chocolate eyes that could shatter any anger within him in an
instant. Soft, tanned skin with a mouth and lips you would die to just get a
taste of made him nearly drop to his knees with remembrance
It will be our love for
forever and eternity...
Drawing the portrait up of his love, he cuddled
it close to his heart and wondered out of his dim room for refreshing air and
light. Yamato stopped mid-step with soothing tears of realization and heartbreak
struggling down his rosy cheeks. Hugging his precious love…Taichi…to his
chest, the blonde turned one last look at the room that held everything dear and
all the memories of his life one last time before kissing his fingers delicately
and blowing the flutter away.
"Goodbye Taichi-koi." Matt whispered
before he could escape the grasp of his room.
Rest In Peace My Love...
Candles of various scents, filtrated the dull,
dry room, as a single boy lay in tears in-front of a torn, smudged picture.
Amazing browns stared into blue for what seemed like hours, as his fingers
clutched a tear-stained, crumpled piece of old newspaper, which held the worst
thing any person could ever want to read. There Taichi held the saddened section
of the newspaper that was titled 'Obituaries'. Tai sat for hours talking
with his long but not forgotten koi as if he was truly there to hear his
heavenly cries showing that he still cared.
Yamato
A single blue feather enriched with charm and spunk spiraled down behind him
hitting the floor with a silver sheen of musical grace. The door creaked a
weakened response to the silent departure of a lost-incomplete soul and angel,
as the feather of a love too intertwined by pure hearts to ever disappear.
Gracefully twirling towards ecstasy the feather glided into Taichi's grip,
making the sobbing teenager cry out in surprise and happiness. Clutching
the dear angel feather to his chest, the courage keeper let a single tear fall
along his cheek and chin.
"Arigatou Yama-koi. Arigatou
for letting me know you can hear me love." Taichi whimpered out and
stood up. "Till we meet again...till me meet again."
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~Fin~