A/N =
Evil Takeru can be addictive, and since 'someone' *coughI'mnottalkingaboutmeormyeditorcough*
had already showed some sign of an abstinence crisis, I've worked hard to this
chapter to post it as soon as possible!!!! ^-^
::giggles::
I think that see k-chan's reaction to this will be worth the rush ^-^ I truly
hope you'll like this chapter k-chan!!!! As the previous one, this is for you!!!
Oh! And
before I forget…that line about 'Angels being Devils in disguise' comes
from one of my original series =P
Ja minna!!!
Daisuke
woke up at the sound of keys fumbling to open the door. He blinked slowly his
chocolate brown eyes, shifting his gaze around. He was curled up on the floor,
with his back against the wall, and his hands, balled into tight fists, were
pressed against his chest. In the complex he was laying in a foetal position,
but his body didn't radiate calm and serenity as the one of a little child. He
was trembling, his body racked by hard shudders he couldn't suppress, no
matter how hard he tried. His tears had cooled on his skin and his tongue felt
thick and pasted to his palate.
Moving
his tongue experimentally, Daisuke tasted the sickening aftertaste of his own
blood and winced, soft cries escaping his lips as he moved his aching shoulders.
Forcing himself up to his hands and knees, Daisuke looked blankly at the traces
of blood on the carpet, and his head spun at the thought of what had happened
the day before.
His
boyfriend, his angel, his sweet Take-chan had abused him. They had had some
fights when they were still fighting to save the digital world and over Kari's
affection, but those childplays couldn't be related to the cruel, heartless
way the blonde boy had purposely hurt him both physically and spiritually.
Daisuke
shook his head clear, slowly sliding up the wall and standing on his feet.
He
*knew* he had hurt Takeru as well somehow, but his sudden hunger for Ken was
something that had came unexpected. It hadn't been planned, not even *thought*
on a conscious level. It had just *happened*.
It has
been a mere product of sudden and foolish impulse.
But
Takeru…
Takeru
had hurt him purposely, and it burned.
It
really did.
Daisuke
thoughtlessly limped into his room, closing the door behind him and sighing
softly as he heard his sister yell a careless "I'm back!" and run
full-speed toward her room. As his eyes fell on his bed, the tan skinned boy
sighed once again and dragged himself toward it. He would have plenty of time to
clear any trace of blood on the carpet later. It's not like his sister was
about to wake up before him.
So, he
let himself fell on the soft mattress, his belly against it and his face hid in
the pillow, and silently waited for the sleep to embrace him.
When
Daisuke woke up, several hours later, his sister was still sleeping soundly in
her room, crying out Yamato's name from time to time. Usually Daisuke would
have smiled at her helpless, hopeless crush on the blonde rockstar, but this
morning he hadn't the force to.
Billionths
thoughts spiralled in his mind, screaming and boiling.
He and
Ken had been about to make love.
Takeru
had abused him.
Ken had
cried for him.
Takeru
and Ken had fought over him.
His
boyfriend had abused him.
He had
hurt his blonde angel.
And his
blonde angel had transmuted to a cruel devil.
He had
hurt Takeru.
He had
hurt his love.
And he
had hurt him back.
Takeru
hadn't hurt him badly, and truly Daisuke didn't matter the cuts, the
abrasions, the livid marks on his skin. What burned, what *really* burned, was
that he had actually hurt him. That he had had the heart to do it. That he had
hit him and made him scream in agony without even flinch. Without turn his gaze
away from him. Without shame. Without heart. Without any second thought or
belated guilty and soulful apologies–which he would have gladly accepted. With
nothing else but ice in his eyes.
Carelessly,
purposely and cruelly he had hurt him.
Smirking,
laughing and enjoying every second of it he had crushed him.
Daisuke
bit his bottom lip and squinted his eyes closed, incapable to even *think* about
how cruel his angel had been. Slowly cracking his eyes open, Daisuke looked down
at his hands and choked back tears, nearly ashamed that what hurt the most
weren't the cuts, or the abrasions. It wasn't the cruelty which Takeru had
revealed to possess or the stunning calm he had managed to show while hitting
him. But it was the sudden realization to have caused his Take-chan to suffer.
That was what hurt the most. Biting his bottom lip, Daisuke kept cleaning the
carpet and erase any possible hint of what had happened the previous night.
Then,
he carelessly wore some clothes on –not even looking at what he had fished out
his closet before slid
it on– and slowly peered inside
the kitchen. He served himself a small helping of today's breakfast and with
his head cast downward he ate very little of what he had in his plate. Say that
Daisuke had a big appetite, was like merely say that the sun is 'warm'. But
this morning even the little movements his fingers, arms and mouth had to do
while eating, were exhausting him to the very core of his being. It felt like
every single movement was draying his last energies away, to leave him to slid
down the floor helpless and unwillingly to move.
After
picking up the dishes, Daisuke darted out his apartment and rushed down the
street, silently running toward school.
Daisuke
wasn't one of those persons that when are hurt let themselves bask in their
misery and that surrender immediately, whining and complaining until their
throat hurts. He was a fighter. He never gave up. He never admitted it when he
was scared, ill or hurting. So, placing back his mask of courageous, cheerful
child, which he had let slid down his face when his tears had fallen the
previous night, Daisuke smiled and ran toward the sun. Toward his daily life,
toward his hurting love.
Cause
no matter how much Takeru had hurt him, he had hurt him first. It wasn't
intentional, it wasn't even close to be as deep and cruel as how Takeru had
hurt *him*, but…
Nevertheless,
he had *hurt* him.
And
Ken-chan.
Sighing
the biggest sigh his hurting mouth could manage, Daisuke cast his head downward
and walked the rest of the way focused on his feet. A small, broke smile
appeared on his lips as he noticed he had wore on unmatched socks. One was white
and the other was…
Red.
The
little chuckle which had managed to escape his lips, died on his throat as the
bitter realization it has the same colour of his blood crossed his mind.
Deep
in thought, the brunette nearly jumped when a soft hand placed on his shoulder.
Whipping his head around, he was nose to nose to nose with his bestfriend. And
them being nose to nose, meant their lips were just inches apart, much to
Daisuke's distress. He quickly swirled around, but Ken placed his fingers
under his chin and brought the tan skinned face upward, forcing them in a
eye-lock.
Ken
frowned at the outline of a huge bruise on the left side of Daisuke's face. He
surveyed quizzically the bandage on the bridge of his nose and the other
bandages on few others cuts and scrapes, his fingers cupping softly his
friend's chin.
"Daisuke?"
he breathed, causing the other boy to shiver and look away quickly. "Daisuke,
look at me…look at me…"
he forced the still shivering Daisuke to lift his face and, even if he wasn't
ready to look at Ken right now, the boy did not put up much of a fight, and soon
his glassy brown eyes drifted into Ken's concerned ones. "Daisuke?" his
voice left his mouth
as a cracked whisper as he ran one finger across Daisuke's face. "Oh my
God...my angel...my beautiful angel...what happened?"
Daisuke
shivered, the thought of Ken thinking about him as 'his angel' nearly making
his head spin.
//Beware!!//
His mind screamed silently //Angels are only Devils in disguise! Evil creatures,
cruel and beautiful, cold and compassionate at the same time, kind and cruel,
unbelievable unreal and painfully concrete…beware. Beware of the Angels.//
"Nothing..."
he breathed in a cracked, unsure voice "Nothing, Ken...I've to go, now..."
He
softly freed himself form Ken's hand and turned around, taking an hesitant
step forward.
"NO!
Why are you avoiding me, Daisuke? WHY??" the purple haired boy cried, grabbing
Daisuke's shoulder rather forcefully. Daisuke
ragged in a sharp breath and held it, a strangled cry of pain thrusting out
through his grinned teeth.
Ken's
hand jerked away. It felt warm and wet, and when Ken actually looked down at his
palm, he found it spotted with blood.
"Da-Daisuke?"
he shakily looked up, to see the blood pouring through the tan skinned boy's
shirt, blossoming in a ruby flower. "Daisuke, you're bleeding…Daisuke,
what?"
"…please
let me go..." Daisuke pleaded, even if Ken wasn't physically holding him
down. But without neither of them knowing it, the hold Ken had on the other boy
was something deeper. Something that had gotten under Daisuke's delicious
tanned skin. Something that tied them together, frozen in that spot. "I
can't see you...he…he doesn't want...he won't let me...he'd punish
me..." Daisuke rambled, realizing he meant every word he was saying just the
very moment it escaped his lips. "He is mad at me…he'd hurt me…again…I
don't want…it's not right…I didn't hurt him on purpose, but he…he
did and I…I don't wanna lose you…but I can't lose him and it hurts and
I…I…"
"Who?"
Ken breathed, cutting off Daisuke incoherent rambling. "who hurt you…?"
Daisuke
swallowed, but didn't answer. Ken, acting on instinct, moved forward and
enclosed his friend in a gentle hug. "I'm here for you, Dai-chan…I'll
protect you from whoever will try to hurt you…but let me help you,
Dai…please, let me help…"
Daisuke
didn't reply anything, but let Ken's arms enclose around him, and he looked
up at his friend. His breath get caught in his throat as he noticed the warm
emotion that rippled those unbelievable purple eyes. Daisuke's mouth hang open
in shock, and it was only after several seconds that he managed to find his
voice back.
"…you…you
*love* me…" he whispered in a huskily, chocked voice.
Ken
tensed up, blinking quickly his now wide eyes. Daisuke didn't notice though,
and, bringing their head
closer, he kept whispering, more to himself that to Ken.
"You
love me…you love me…you love *me*…"
Suddenly
it all made sense. All Ken's cryptic words about his feelings, all his tears,
all his pain…their kisses, the sweet desperation with which he had roamed his
hands along his body, the tender longing he had sensed during the kiss, the
trembling fear that had accompanied his every movement the previous night. They
had all come together, like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, to form a picture.
And even if it scared him, Daisuke liked what he was seeing in that picture.
What
happened the day before wasn't just the result of Ken's overwhelming need to
be comforted.
It had
happened because Ken loved him.
Ken
loved *him*.
But
alongside with the sweet warm that spread across his body, another shocking
realization dawned on him.
If Ken
loved him…if he had loved him all along…then…was that kiss…planned?
Fore-planned? Was it a some sort of evil plan to separate him from his
boyfriend? Was Takeru right, then?
Was Ken
really still so evil?
Daisuke
suddenly backed away, scared. Ken looked at him, with a flash of stunning hurt
rippling his eyes.
"I…I…I've
to go, now…" Daisuke murmured as he backed up some steps. "…I've
to…" he didn't even end his phrase that he had turned around, running
frantically toward his school. He slowed down his frantic pace as soon as he
knew he was far enough from Ken. Leaning again a wall and brining a hand up to
his face to wipe his sweat, Daisuke was shocked to feel warm dampness ran down
his cheeks.
He was
crying.
Again.
And he
didn't even know why.
The
cinnamon haired boy
was crying bitterly as he walked slowly and carelessly toward his school by
himself. Usually he and Takeru walked together to school but luckily, this
morning, when he had rushed down the street, Daisuke hadn't found his blonde
angel
((devil?))
waiting
for him in front of his building.
Daisuke
sniffled softly, his vision was so blurry that he didn't even notice the
person behind him. Sighing slightly, the tears burning in his eyes still there,
the boy slowly picked up his Math book from his locker and shut the door.
Turning around he found face to face with an handsome boy for the second time
that day.
Only,
this time the eyes weren't of the color of amethysts, sparkling and dripping
concern and care, but were cold, sky blue eyes which matched the color of the
clear, icy water. Their owner wasn't a fair boy with silky skin and purple
hair, but a tall, blonde with ruffled golden locks falling over his eyes in a
wild mess.
He
wasn't wearing a light grey, serious uniform, but –very uncharacteristic of
him– he was wearing tight black pants and a black shirt, which made him look
rather scary and dangerous. And, strange enough, he wasn't wearing his beloved
hat.
"Hey,
Dai-chan…" he smirked casually.
"H-Hey,
Take-chan…" Daisuke murmured, short-of-breath, drinking in the fierce and
sure beauty of the boy in front of him.
At the
first glance, one could mistake him for the eldest Ishida –Yamato– but after
a more accurate analysis really no *ONE* could mistake the cold, nearly scaring
boy who was smirking rather viciously for his lonely, taciturn brother.
A
smirk spread across Takeru's countenance as leaned in, roughly crushing his
mouth against Daisuke's. His tongue darted into his mouth, and swayed into his
throat, causing the other boy squirm, fighting in vain to stop the kiss, but
submitting silently to it as extraordinary strong fingers placed at the neap of
his neck, pushing hardly. Takeru's smirked against Daisuke's lips, due to
the way the other boy's legs were trembling against his, weakening at his
eager touch and to the soft whimpers he could feel more than ear.
Capturing
the now shacking boy by his shoulders, he swirled him around and slammed him
against his locker, causing a scared little whimper to escape his mouth. His
head was snapped backwards, slammed hardly against the cold metal, adding
another bruise to the already throbbing back of his head.
He
continued to kiss Daisuke, roughly rocking his body against his, for quiet some
time. Daisuke had stopped his vain fight, and had accepted the eager tongue
inside his mouth. His soft whimpers, however, restarted when slender and strong
fingers grabbed the collar of his shirt and fumbled to pull it open. The first
button was a easy fight, and soon the cold fingers brushed against Daisuke's
hot chest and darted down to attack the second button.
Daisuke
moved his lips frantically against Takeru's in a desperate and vane attempt to
say something. The blonde boy grinned, charging up the power of the already
consumptive kiss and tugging the edge of Daisuke's shirt, with the evident
purpose to strip the tan skinned boy of it.
Daisuke's
tiny protests became more insistent and when Takeru finally sweetened the kiss,
he managed to break away, his eyes wide.
"T-Take-chan…I…I
don't think we should…"
"do
this?" the blonde smirked.
"…here."
Daisuke hurried to add, still scared of the reaction his boyfriend had had the
last time he had asked him more time. "We're at school! And besides…" he
arched slightly an eyebrow. "I though you didn't want our relationship to be
official."
The
blonde shrugged, obediently pulling away from the other boy. "Naa…I don't
care what they think…" he paused, tracing Daisuke's features with a
finger. "I want everyone to know you're *mine*."
Daisuke
opened his mouth, ready to say something, when Hikari's high voice calling him
made him spin around.
"Daisuke!"
she cried, cupping her hands round his chin and bringing his face close to her
to take a better look at his bruises. "What happened?" she asked softly, her
eyes nearly watering in concern.
Daisuke
tensed up and his eyes darted toward Takeru, placing over his smirking face for
a brief moment, before dart back to Hikari's concerned one. He licked his
lips, heaving in a sharp breath, and opened his mouth.
Before
he had the chance to move his lips, strong arms encircled his waist form behind,
freeing his face from Hikari's soft hold; and he could feel warm breath tickle
his cheek as a chin placed on the curve between his neck and shoulder.
"Oh…my
poor Dai-chan tripped and fell down in the shower this morning…such a silly
way to get hurt…don't you agree Hikari-chan?"
Daisuke's
eyes widened and he swirled his head toward Takeru, ready to protest. But when
the grip around his waist tightened, and Takeru's chin pressed harder against
his throbbing shoulder, Daisuke swallowed down all the protests he was ready to
throw out. He tightened his lips into a tin line as he turned slowly toward
Hikari, who was looking quizzically up at him.
"…what
an idiot, eh?" he smiled bitterly. "I'm just an idiot…who can't do
anything alone…"
Hikari
shook energetically her head, ready to stop her friend from saying such cruel
lies about himself, when Takeru's voice literally paralyzed her in her spot.
"Of course you're, Dai-chan…" he chuckled, placing a soft kiss on the tan skinned neck. "That's why I'm here for you…without me you can't even choice the right people to hang out with…what could you be doing now, if it wasn't for me…?"
The
phrase //I could be making love to Ken// crossed Daisuke's mind, but
somehow he managed to banish it before he could express it aloud and
miraculously before he started to blush.
"I
don't know." He sighed, triggering a soft chuckle form the other boy.
"You'd
be lost." The blonde placed another kiss on Daisuke's neck. "You could
even get hurt if I'm not by your side…" he stopped giving Daisuke –and
Daisuke alone– time to read the hidden meaning of his words. Sensing him tense
up, Takeru licked his lips, sure is message had been received. If he dared to
leave him, he would pay for it. "…to protect you." He ended, disengaging
the slight short boy from his hurting embrace.
"See
you after my basket practice, Dai-chan!!" The blonde laughed, a hint of
amusement in it, and walked away toward his class.
Daisuke
sighed, and walked silently toward *his* own class, completely deaf to
Hikari's soft cries. They barely made it to class before the bell ringed,
giving Hikari no time to inquire about what had happened. Daisuke collapsed
bonelessly into his seat, paying attention not to hurt in any way his already
sore shoulders. Hikari, with a slight frown on her face settled into her chair,
her eyes never leaving Daisuke's far and lost look.
The brunette tensed up as Daisuke sighed, shifting in
his seat. His worriedly distant gaze wander around, but luckily for the child of
light it didn't rest on her face enough to read the battling emotion showing
over it.
Daisuke closed briefly his eyes, then, frowning
slightly. He placed his chin on his desk, staring intently out the window to a
wandering cloud. Had Takeru really forgotten he had soccer practice that
afternoon? Luckily for the tan skinned boy, it seemed he had. He sighed again
and, playing with his pencil, he looked in front of him, his eyes lost and
holding no sight.
Unfortunately for him, Daisuke didn't remember at all
his team was about to play against Ken's. And even worse, not only Takeru
*remembered* he had soccer practice, but he remembered too against *who* Daisuke
was about to play.
This sudden lack of memory Takeru had showed…
Let's call it a little 'test'.
For that's what it was inside Takeru's mind.
A test.
If Daisuke passed it, then everything would be alright.
He could wear his mask of cute little angel again and
everyone would live happily ever after.
But if Daisuke failed…
Oh, if he failed…he would pay…
And pay was what he did.
~*~owari~*~
Sorry
if it was so short and if it ends with a cliffhanger, but cliffhangers ((along
with reviews =P)) stimulate me to write faster…ehy! I'm not so cruel!!!
I'll came out with a new chapter soon!!!
Until
then, I hope ya liked this!!!!! ^-^