Whew! Another chapter added! (hoorah!) I had alot of fun writing this... Yes, t'is dreary and sad, but hey! Works for me! ^_~
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"And this-" Yamato said, releasing the bags from his hands and letting them thud onto the carpet, "-Is my humble abode."
"Nice." Replied Ken sarcastically while yanking a dirty shirt off of the floor and letting it dangle from his finger. He had completely forgotten about trying to stay quite and polite, as his shyness had promptly faded away after he had spent an hour or so with the older boy. It seemed that they related in more ways then one, and he was fascinated to meet someone who had experienced pain just as he had.
"Oh, shut up..." Matt snapped, snatching the garment from his reach and hurling it to the other side of the room. "Dad and I aren't around much, so we don't have many opportunities to clean..."
Ken laughed, then began to grin. The smile was rudely interrupted by a yawn, as he squinted his eyes shut and stretched. "It's late..." he started, "And we should probably get some shut eye..." He began trying to unravel a massive sleeping bag from his suitcase with a lot of difficulty.
"Wait a sec!" Matt exclaimed in an unexpectedly high tone. The blue haired boy looked at him bewilderment while accidentally showing his surprise. "I meant..." Matt said in a calmer voice, "We *could* stay up a little longer... I heard there's a good movie playing on channel 6, we could watch that for a bit, then go and turn in."
There was a slight pause before Ken shrugged. "Why not?" he answered, "I'll be able to survive a little longer..." He picked a couple sloppy articles of clothing off of the couch, then sank down into the cushioning. He closed his eyes in relaxation, while waiting for Yamato, who was preparing popcorn.
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+1:00+
Davis glanced at the automatic clock and moaned loudly while tossing and turning in his bed.
*Why can't I just fall asleep???*
He tossed off his covers, then walked over to his window and tried opening the shutters.
*It's too humid in here...*
Unfortunately, even after trying to hoist the glass out of the way, the window refused to budge. "Come on..." He urged silently, "Just open already!!!" It groaned under his weight, but still wouldn't move from its position.
"Damn thing...." He cursed, letting his hands drop to his side in exhaustion while trotting back to his bed. Instead of getting in, he sat on the colored ledge and stared at the rest of his room.
His mind had been veering and twisting in thought, though nothing that passed through actually made any sense to him. It was obvious that he was still thinking- no, 'worrying'... about Ken... but he didn't know why.
*I'm sure he's fine... I mean, after all, he's a big boy... He can take care of himself...*
Hastily, he closed his eyes as his head settle onto his crossed arms.
*Why am I even bothering to stress myself over this!?!* He thought furiously, trying to wipe it from his mind. His attempt didn't work though, as his deliberations were still floating back to him. He sighed harshly then climbed back under the blankets and tried with all his might to evaporate into a dream.
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The entire room was, except for the flashing television screen that had both Yamato and Ken's eyes glued to the screen. Both had made them selves comfortable on the couch, and felt their energy slowly draining away as the minutes ticked on through the night.
Ken's eyes drooped shut while he began losing consciousness and allowed his body to lean onto the blonde's.
Yamato's blue eyes peered down and stared at the boy next to him. He looked so fragile and delicate, making the world seem at peace, dispite the massacres and problems that were happening at that very instant.
Without being able to stop himself, Matt closed his eyes and leaned over to let his lips connect with the other's forehead.
"What-what are you doing?!?"
Yamato looked down in stupefaction at his friend, who was blaring back up at him. He tried to rip himself away, then stumbled backwards and somersaulted off the sofa.
*Talk about awkward moments...*
He faced at Ken, who wore an expression that looked as if he was about to get up and run, not bothering to bring his stuff.
"I was just-uh--..."
Thousands of excuses whizzed through his brain, but none seemed moderately believable.
"I-"
He stopped, and glanced at the floor, recognizing that he had been caught.
"Did you just kiss me??!!" Ken exclaimed deliriously, waving his arms in the air like a madman.
"I--..." Yamato paused, still trying to figure out a way that he could justify his actions.
"Why?!?" Ken asked again with his voice in more of a whisper.
Matt stared around edgily, his face becoming more and more flushed. "I was just--... You were sitting there-and you looked really-- I don't know!!!" He exclaimed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just-"
Ken wore a blank mien. "I don't really understand..." He muttered, "But-if you didn't mean to-I guess we could just forget it happened, alright??"
He smiled in confusion and Yamato tried to do the same while experiencing a sick feeling in his stomach. A bustling, sort of like the bubbles of a pot of water.
With that the two went back to giving their full attention to the television screen, though they weren't really paying attention to what the actors were saying. Both were rigid and stiff as they tried letting their minds be abducted by the film.
As Ken finally began to absorb into the movie, he wasn't able to contain the urge to look over, making sure Yamato was still in his spot. Of course, he was, though it was impossible to concentrait on anything else but his paranoia.
Matt immediately noticed, causing him to scold himself close-lipped fashion.
*Great. Now I've gotten him skittish. With my luck, he'll say that he has to go to the bathroom, and try to make a run for it.*
He sighed aloud; unconsciously sure that Ken had seen. He turned around to face the other, and saw Ken's large cerulean eyes staring back at his. Not being able to disobey the urge, he closed his eyes again and bent over, pressing his lips up against Ken's.
*Why am I doing this?? I'm kissing a 'guy'...*
The younger of the two felt a strange sensation pass over him as he let his hand be held by Yamato's. Ironically, he was offered the chance to kiss back, and it was one he chose to take. He pushed himself up closer, then let his mouth thrust up against
the other boy's neck.
*And yet--it just feels-- right...*
(OOC: yes, Ken. You're kissing Yamato Ishida. Why *WOULDN'T* it feel right? Iz kink-ay! O_o)
Matt paused briefly while granting Ken the opportunity to caress him, then began breathing harder; began running his hands through his partner's blue hair and lunging onto him.
From previous experience from another digidestined, Yamato let his tongue roam to Ken's earlobe while beginning to unbuckle his pants. Ken closed his eyes while Matt then ran his fingers around his naval, and tore off his own trousers.
"I'm- going to protect you..." Matt said breathlessly, while rapidly trying to remove his shirt.
Ken brushed his hair out of his face as he replied in the same panting, "I-I love...you..."
His remark was answered only be the gasping of the words, "I-love you, too..."
Once the both of them had been stripped down to nothing, they stood in front of the chair with their bodies held close together while kissing extravagantly and touching the bare skin heatedly.
"Don't ever leave-me..." Ken pleaded through breaths, "I-hate being alone..."
"I won't..." Yamato replied, grabbing his arm and pulling him frantically to the bedroom. "I'll-always-love you..."
The two dove under the covers while proceeding to more intimate relations.
+++*And yet--it just feels-- right...*+++
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Hours later, Ken was resting peacefully next to Yamato, snuggled up like a puppy would do to show affection. His whole figure was now worn out as he slept calmly, once again giving the blonde a sense of content with the world. He smiled in satisfaction then began to lugging the blankets nearer until he realized something.
*This is the first time I've --*
He paused for a second in horror...
*-Ever done somebody other then Tai...*
And just then- a tide of emotions came rushing back to him, flooding his brain with countless memories. Even if Tai didn't have the capability to love him, he knew that Taichi Kamiya would always hold his heart in the palm of is hand, able to crush it at any given instant.
*Tai--... I only did this to get back at 'Tai'...*
He had wanted Tai to hurt like he did- feel the same heart-ache that he had...But that had only been out of desperation... Now he knew that this whole night had been a mistake... From the time that he left his lover's apartment to the very second that he was there, holding the fragile torso next to him.
Feeling deranged with regret, he slipped out of the bunk and pulled on a tank top and some shorts, then dragged his feet along until he reached the bathroom. He helped the door to open, then hauled himself in and stared at the cracked window before him. He recalled smashing it a year before, angry because of another one of Tai's idiotic ideas. His fist had bled for about a month before finally deciding to heal.
It was surprising now, as the only thing he could think about was wanting to be back in the arms of the wild brunette. His tanned hands running over his cheeks-what did it matter if he didn't care!?
*Why couldn't I just have left my mouth shut?? I could have pretended that he loved me...Anything!*
His hand shot to his face as he wiped away a stream of crystal that had began to run down. More ideas of panic crossed through him and played out like a grotesque nightmare.
*What's Tai going to say when he finds out?!* he thought in alarm, *He's going to kill me!! Hell, he's going to tear me limb from limb!!!*
His stomach had begun to feel as if it had been populated by thousands of raging butterflies, but now he knew it was more then that as he dropped to his knees and began to vomit into the toilet. He felt himself still sobbing quietly as he tried to pull the hair out of his face and throw up the contents of his stomach.
*I'm a goddamned slut...* he cried to himself, while wiping the stomach acid away from his mouth. He felt-dirty...
*I used then fucked a kid, just so that I would be able to have revenge on someone...I used him!!*
It was so wrong... so horribly wrong... And yet - it was too late - he couldn't take it back now...
"Yamato?"
This was the second time that night where he turned around to see the young boy watching him.
"Are you alright?" He asked, coming over wearing nothing but an abnormally large t-shirt and resting his arm on his friend's back. He noted the different colored liquid in the bathroom fixture then raised his palm to Matt's forehead and remarked quietly, "Oh... you're sick..."
Yamato opened his mouth to reply, but was disconnected.
"Here- I'll go get you a cup from the kitchen and you can have something to help with your fever. Then if you go back to bed and sleep for a while, you'll probably be as good as new in no ti-"
"Stop it..." Matt said, struggling to get up, "I'm just- fine..." His eyes were all red and stung as if they were being ground away by sand paper.
Ken was a little taken aback by the reaction, but a warm grin spread onto his face. "No, you're not..." He said softly while his finger brushed Yamato's smooth skin. "You were crying..." He stopped a moment and gazed at the mourning eyes. "-Why??"
"I wasn't crying-" Yamato lied briskly, "I was just-"
Ken waited anxiously for a reply, though he couldn't understand why he wasn't getting one.
"I have to go..." The blonde retorted, trying to rise to his feet again then trudging past the younger boy.
Ken followed him desperately, trying to make some sense out of his behavior, though it was impossible.
"Here..." Matt said while scribbling on a piece of paper her tore off the fridge, "This is the address to Miyako's house. There are directions on how to get there." He then shoved it into Ken's hands while grabbing a coat and starting to trudge out the door.
"What???" Ken asked in surprise and holding the numbers up, "You want me to leave??? Right now??"
"No, not right now..." Yamato replied hastily, "But you can in the morning..."
"But-" Ken started as the other prepared to slam the door, "I thought you said-that you'd show me how to get there..."
Matt tried to smile weakly, but was unable from the downpour that had previously crushed his spirit. "I-I can't..." He stuttered. Tears had decided to show themselves again as he barely mouthed the words, "What can I say?...I- lied..."
Not giving Ken a chance to answer, he sprinted out down the hall, forgetting to close the door behind him. His vision had become blurred from the droplets that were flying into his face, but he brushed them away rashly.
"YAMA-TO~~!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING~~~???!!"
"Gomen, Ken..." he whispered, "I can't say... You'd care enough to try and follow..."
Then he flew down the stairs and crashed the front door open, running out into the cold and rainy world that instantly began to soak through his coat. His feet pounded against the cement until finally his lungs felt as if they would burst if he were forced to run another block, and collapsed under a tree, burying his face into his hands and crying loudly for the rest of the city to hear.
Meanwhile, someone else wept silently, watching as the one whom had said they loved him tried to escape from him, just as his brother, and everyone else had.
"You said that you loved me..."
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And there you have it, chapter 3!! As my friend was ranting, "NOTHING HAPPENED IN CHAPTER 2!!!" so yes, I made something happen in chapter 3. Thanks alot to my amigos who took the time to come and read it! Expect more soon...
Remember kiddies!
~Reviews are like presents! Nice to give away, but even better to receive! Please review!~
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"And this-" Yamato said, releasing the bags from his hands and letting them thud onto the carpet, "-Is my humble abode."
"Nice." Replied Ken sarcastically while yanking a dirty shirt off of the floor and letting it dangle from his finger. He had completely forgotten about trying to stay quite and polite, as his shyness had promptly faded away after he had spent an hour or so with the older boy. It seemed that they related in more ways then one, and he was fascinated to meet someone who had experienced pain just as he had.
"Oh, shut up..." Matt snapped, snatching the garment from his reach and hurling it to the other side of the room. "Dad and I aren't around much, so we don't have many opportunities to clean..."
Ken laughed, then began to grin. The smile was rudely interrupted by a yawn, as he squinted his eyes shut and stretched. "It's late..." he started, "And we should probably get some shut eye..." He began trying to unravel a massive sleeping bag from his suitcase with a lot of difficulty.
"Wait a sec!" Matt exclaimed in an unexpectedly high tone. The blue haired boy looked at him bewilderment while accidentally showing his surprise. "I meant..." Matt said in a calmer voice, "We *could* stay up a little longer... I heard there's a good movie playing on channel 6, we could watch that for a bit, then go and turn in."
There was a slight pause before Ken shrugged. "Why not?" he answered, "I'll be able to survive a little longer..." He picked a couple sloppy articles of clothing off of the couch, then sank down into the cushioning. He closed his eyes in relaxation, while waiting for Yamato, who was preparing popcorn.
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+1:00+
Davis glanced at the automatic clock and moaned loudly while tossing and turning in his bed.
*Why can't I just fall asleep???*
He tossed off his covers, then walked over to his window and tried opening the shutters.
*It's too humid in here...*
Unfortunately, even after trying to hoist the glass out of the way, the window refused to budge. "Come on..." He urged silently, "Just open already!!!" It groaned under his weight, but still wouldn't move from its position.
"Damn thing...." He cursed, letting his hands drop to his side in exhaustion while trotting back to his bed. Instead of getting in, he sat on the colored ledge and stared at the rest of his room.
His mind had been veering and twisting in thought, though nothing that passed through actually made any sense to him. It was obvious that he was still thinking- no, 'worrying'... about Ken... but he didn't know why.
*I'm sure he's fine... I mean, after all, he's a big boy... He can take care of himself...*
Hastily, he closed his eyes as his head settle onto his crossed arms.
*Why am I even bothering to stress myself over this!?!* He thought furiously, trying to wipe it from his mind. His attempt didn't work though, as his deliberations were still floating back to him. He sighed harshly then climbed back under the blankets and tried with all his might to evaporate into a dream.
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The entire room was, except for the flashing television screen that had both Yamato and Ken's eyes glued to the screen. Both had made them selves comfortable on the couch, and felt their energy slowly draining away as the minutes ticked on through the night.
Ken's eyes drooped shut while he began losing consciousness and allowed his body to lean onto the blonde's.
Yamato's blue eyes peered down and stared at the boy next to him. He looked so fragile and delicate, making the world seem at peace, dispite the massacres and problems that were happening at that very instant.
Without being able to stop himself, Matt closed his eyes and leaned over to let his lips connect with the other's forehead.
"What-what are you doing?!?"
Yamato looked down in stupefaction at his friend, who was blaring back up at him. He tried to rip himself away, then stumbled backwards and somersaulted off the sofa.
*Talk about awkward moments...*
He faced at Ken, who wore an expression that looked as if he was about to get up and run, not bothering to bring his stuff.
"I was just-uh--..."
Thousands of excuses whizzed through his brain, but none seemed moderately believable.
"I-"
He stopped, and glanced at the floor, recognizing that he had been caught.
"Did you just kiss me??!!" Ken exclaimed deliriously, waving his arms in the air like a madman.
"I--..." Yamato paused, still trying to figure out a way that he could justify his actions.
"Why?!?" Ken asked again with his voice in more of a whisper.
Matt stared around edgily, his face becoming more and more flushed. "I was just--... You were sitting there-and you looked really-- I don't know!!!" He exclaimed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just-"
Ken wore a blank mien. "I don't really understand..." He muttered, "But-if you didn't mean to-I guess we could just forget it happened, alright??"
He smiled in confusion and Yamato tried to do the same while experiencing a sick feeling in his stomach. A bustling, sort of like the bubbles of a pot of water.
With that the two went back to giving their full attention to the television screen, though they weren't really paying attention to what the actors were saying. Both were rigid and stiff as they tried letting their minds be abducted by the film.
As Ken finally began to absorb into the movie, he wasn't able to contain the urge to look over, making sure Yamato was still in his spot. Of course, he was, though it was impossible to concentrait on anything else but his paranoia.
Matt immediately noticed, causing him to scold himself close-lipped fashion.
*Great. Now I've gotten him skittish. With my luck, he'll say that he has to go to the bathroom, and try to make a run for it.*
He sighed aloud; unconsciously sure that Ken had seen. He turned around to face the other, and saw Ken's large cerulean eyes staring back at his. Not being able to disobey the urge, he closed his eyes again and bent over, pressing his lips up against Ken's.
*Why am I doing this?? I'm kissing a 'guy'...*
The younger of the two felt a strange sensation pass over him as he let his hand be held by Yamato's. Ironically, he was offered the chance to kiss back, and it was one he chose to take. He pushed himself up closer, then let his mouth thrust up against
the other boy's neck.
*And yet--it just feels-- right...*
(OOC: yes, Ken. You're kissing Yamato Ishida. Why *WOULDN'T* it feel right? Iz kink-ay! O_o)
Matt paused briefly while granting Ken the opportunity to caress him, then began breathing harder; began running his hands through his partner's blue hair and lunging onto him.
From previous experience from another digidestined, Yamato let his tongue roam to Ken's earlobe while beginning to unbuckle his pants. Ken closed his eyes while Matt then ran his fingers around his naval, and tore off his own trousers.
"I'm- going to protect you..." Matt said breathlessly, while rapidly trying to remove his shirt.
Ken brushed his hair out of his face as he replied in the same panting, "I-I love...you..."
His remark was answered only be the gasping of the words, "I-love you, too..."
Once the both of them had been stripped down to nothing, they stood in front of the chair with their bodies held close together while kissing extravagantly and touching the bare skin heatedly.
"Don't ever leave-me..." Ken pleaded through breaths, "I-hate being alone..."
"I won't..." Yamato replied, grabbing his arm and pulling him frantically to the bedroom. "I'll-always-love you..."
The two dove under the covers while proceeding to more intimate relations.
+++*And yet--it just feels-- right...*+++
***
Hours later, Ken was resting peacefully next to Yamato, snuggled up like a puppy would do to show affection. His whole figure was now worn out as he slept calmly, once again giving the blonde a sense of content with the world. He smiled in satisfaction then began to lugging the blankets nearer until he realized something.
*This is the first time I've --*
He paused for a second in horror...
*-Ever done somebody other then Tai...*
And just then- a tide of emotions came rushing back to him, flooding his brain with countless memories. Even if Tai didn't have the capability to love him, he knew that Taichi Kamiya would always hold his heart in the palm of is hand, able to crush it at any given instant.
*Tai--... I only did this to get back at 'Tai'...*
He had wanted Tai to hurt like he did- feel the same heart-ache that he had...But that had only been out of desperation... Now he knew that this whole night had been a mistake... From the time that he left his lover's apartment to the very second that he was there, holding the fragile torso next to him.
Feeling deranged with regret, he slipped out of the bunk and pulled on a tank top and some shorts, then dragged his feet along until he reached the bathroom. He helped the door to open, then hauled himself in and stared at the cracked window before him. He recalled smashing it a year before, angry because of another one of Tai's idiotic ideas. His fist had bled for about a month before finally deciding to heal.
It was surprising now, as the only thing he could think about was wanting to be back in the arms of the wild brunette. His tanned hands running over his cheeks-what did it matter if he didn't care!?
*Why couldn't I just have left my mouth shut?? I could have pretended that he loved me...Anything!*
His hand shot to his face as he wiped away a stream of crystal that had began to run down. More ideas of panic crossed through him and played out like a grotesque nightmare.
*What's Tai going to say when he finds out?!* he thought in alarm, *He's going to kill me!! Hell, he's going to tear me limb from limb!!!*
His stomach had begun to feel as if it had been populated by thousands of raging butterflies, but now he knew it was more then that as he dropped to his knees and began to vomit into the toilet. He felt himself still sobbing quietly as he tried to pull the hair out of his face and throw up the contents of his stomach.
*I'm a goddamned slut...* he cried to himself, while wiping the stomach acid away from his mouth. He felt-dirty...
*I used then fucked a kid, just so that I would be able to have revenge on someone...I used him!!*
It was so wrong... so horribly wrong... And yet - it was too late - he couldn't take it back now...
"Yamato?"
This was the second time that night where he turned around to see the young boy watching him.
"Are you alright?" He asked, coming over wearing nothing but an abnormally large t-shirt and resting his arm on his friend's back. He noted the different colored liquid in the bathroom fixture then raised his palm to Matt's forehead and remarked quietly, "Oh... you're sick..."
Yamato opened his mouth to reply, but was disconnected.
"Here- I'll go get you a cup from the kitchen and you can have something to help with your fever. Then if you go back to bed and sleep for a while, you'll probably be as good as new in no ti-"
"Stop it..." Matt said, struggling to get up, "I'm just- fine..." His eyes were all red and stung as if they were being ground away by sand paper.
Ken was a little taken aback by the reaction, but a warm grin spread onto his face. "No, you're not..." He said softly while his finger brushed Yamato's smooth skin. "You were crying..." He stopped a moment and gazed at the mourning eyes. "-Why??"
"I wasn't crying-" Yamato lied briskly, "I was just-"
Ken waited anxiously for a reply, though he couldn't understand why he wasn't getting one.
"I have to go..." The blonde retorted, trying to rise to his feet again then trudging past the younger boy.
Ken followed him desperately, trying to make some sense out of his behavior, though it was impossible.
"Here..." Matt said while scribbling on a piece of paper her tore off the fridge, "This is the address to Miyako's house. There are directions on how to get there." He then shoved it into Ken's hands while grabbing a coat and starting to trudge out the door.
"What???" Ken asked in surprise and holding the numbers up, "You want me to leave??? Right now??"
"No, not right now..." Yamato replied hastily, "But you can in the morning..."
"But-" Ken started as the other prepared to slam the door, "I thought you said-that you'd show me how to get there..."
Matt tried to smile weakly, but was unable from the downpour that had previously crushed his spirit. "I-I can't..." He stuttered. Tears had decided to show themselves again as he barely mouthed the words, "What can I say?...I- lied..."
Not giving Ken a chance to answer, he sprinted out down the hall, forgetting to close the door behind him. His vision had become blurred from the droplets that were flying into his face, but he brushed them away rashly.
"YAMA-TO~~!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING~~~???!!"
"Gomen, Ken..." he whispered, "I can't say... You'd care enough to try and follow..."
Then he flew down the stairs and crashed the front door open, running out into the cold and rainy world that instantly began to soak through his coat. His feet pounded against the cement until finally his lungs felt as if they would burst if he were forced to run another block, and collapsed under a tree, burying his face into his hands and crying loudly for the rest of the city to hear.
Meanwhile, someone else wept silently, watching as the one whom had said they loved him tried to escape from him, just as his brother, and everyone else had.
"You said that you loved me..."
***
And there you have it, chapter 3!! As my friend was ranting, "NOTHING HAPPENED IN CHAPTER 2!!!" so yes, I made something happen in chapter 3. Thanks alot to my amigos who took the time to come and read it! Expect more soon...
Remember kiddies!
~Reviews are like presents! Nice to give away, but even better to receive! Please review!~