Blood Stained Wings

by JoltY

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(Author's Note: Sadly, it has been too long since I have written something dark and depressing, especially since I enjoy the style of writing so much. I began to think as I sat at my computer, pondering which Digimon character would best fit the part for my torture. And, of course, the face of that loveable, fuckable Digidestined came into the view in my sick, sadistic mind. Yamato Ishida, world-known blonde god, of course! XP And, with a little cheeky grin, I began to type away at this baby. I should warn you, before you read on, that this story contains a lot of disturbing images, so those with weak stomachs should sit this one out. I should also give a word a caution to any Sorato or Taito fans that are extremely hardcore and protective in their beliefs, because Sora and Taichi seem to really.. *ahem* "tinker around" with Yamato's little mind. As a matter of fact, Yamato fans in-particular should continue on with a word of advice: there is alot of Yama-torture in this 'fic, so if you love him so damn much that it would make you cry hysterically if you thought of him being tortured, then you definitely should not continue on. Perhaps, in future chapters, there will be some yaoi, but there also might not be, so you really shouldn't be concerned with that at the moment.

So, I invite you to sit back, relax, and enjoy the brainchild of my evil fantasies: Blood Stained Wings. Hope you enjoy =)

--JoltY, aka Jorutii Sama, the enraged Jyou Kido fangirl.)



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begin: chapter I





Yamato felt sick. Very sick. The pain simply grew in his stomach, piercing sharply into his muscles, causing the contents inside his digestive system to jump out of his throat and to the floor beside him. Sweat beaded down his fine, pale face, his blue eyes wide open as he sat up quickly in his bed. Yamato felt his face with his damp hand, and sighed with relief. He flopped back into his bed, and closed his eyes softly, trying to get back to sleep.

He couldn't. The images of the horrible nightmare he had last night kept flashing in his brain, as if his own mind was torturing him. The blonde ran his callused fingers through his messy, yellow mop of hair as he opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. The eyes then trailed over to the digital clocked that beamed on the stand beside his bed, and squinted to see it more clearly. Its red numbers beamed "7:20". Too damn early, Yama thought to himself as he felt his stomach tremble as he peered down to the contents he let up moments before.

He stuck out his tongue in disgust, and rolled onto his belly and dug his face into the soft pillow below him. An arm hanged lazily over the side of the bed, and Yamato kept squirming in and out of the covers, his body much too hot for the unnecessary blankets. When he was finally in a decent position, he simply layed there, his eyes staring blankly into space.

No use staring into space, Yamato thought. He growled under his breath and cursed himself for even having that wretched nightmare last night, although it wasn't really his decision to have it in the first place. He rose from his bed and stretched, his backbones cracking loudly, destroying the prolonged silence that hung over the room eerily. He slipped on a dirty shirt and khakis and walked drowzily into the bathroom, seizing his toothbrush and pushing toothpaste onto the soft bristles. Yamato brushed his teeth quickly, and after he spat into the sink, he looked up into the mirror, and the expression on his face turned from sleepy to shocked.

His face was a sheet of white, with heavy bags seeping down under his dreary eyes. His hair was a knotted mess, and his entire body was damp with sweat. A small trail of vomit that had dried was stuck on his chin stuck out distubingly. Yamato reached for a washcloth, dampened it, and cleaned off his face. Still, he looked frightening and deshelved. Yama took his hands into his face and sat down on the seat of the toilet behind him.

"What's.. happening to me?" he asked in a shaky tone that was barely audible. He felt tears streak down his cheeks, and he rubbed them away violently with his palms. Shortly, those simple tears turned into loud sobs, and he drooped to the floor and curled into a ball. Yamato was shaking violently, even after the sobs resided, and just layed there in a ball, hugging himself tightly for what seemed like hours. His eyes were shut closed, trying to close out the noises outside the window, and also the dream he had. That horrible, fucking dream. Just thinking about it wanted to make Yama vomit violently again. The stench of his mess had flooded the air, and his arms rubbed against his slim shoulders. He started to cry again, but he didn't know exactly why he was. It just seemed to come naturally now, and if he had to fake crying from now on, he could do it with great ease. But not like he was proud of that, anyways.

"I'm falling apart.." he whimpered pathetically. He hugged his knees and began to rock back and forth, his eyes shooting around the room. Yamato never felt so scared and so worthless in his entire life. He had no idea why he felt like total and complete shit. He had it good and he knew it: a loving girlfriend, fame and respect from his classmates at school, and a chart-topping band were all in his posession. Suddenly, a warmth filled his body, but it only made his pain and anguish worse. Yamato felt like ripping his clothing off and throw them out the window at the people below. He felt trapped.. shut off.. deprived of so much. He wanted to end it all.. end his pain.. but he simply could not do that. He didn't have the guts to commit suicide.

And then, the worst thing that could have happened at that moment to Yamato happened: the awful nightmare came back. It replayed slowly in his mind as the blonde slipped slowly and silently into a neverending madness, which caused his throat to gulp heavily, and make his breathing heavier and thicker. Let's take a little peek, shall we?

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The scenery was something you would only find in a horror movie. It was a white room with stains of blood spotted on the walls, giving the room an eerie red glow. Yamato stood inside it, looking around in a puzzled manner, his mouth hung open in wonder and shock. At first, nothing could even get out of his throat, but after minuets of gawking stupidly, he was finally able to say something.

"W-where am I..?" he managed to croak. He felt an invisible force slam him down to the floor, which made his eyes widen in the sudden shock. He felt himself shake nervously, his bones turning as cold as ice. Suddenly, a figure appeared infront of him, which seemed very faded at first, until it finally cleared up. When it did, Yamato gasped in pure shock, and he felt his heart beating at an abnormally fast rate. His mouth went dry and he was at a total loss for words.

Before him was the figure of his long-time love, Sora Takenouchi. But, her face was frighteningly different in its features, which made Yamato extremely nervous. Her face, unlike it's brilliant tan glow, was a ghostly pale, her eyes stared blankly before her, and her hair had lost all color. To his surprise, Yama jumped back as Sora slumped to the floor, lifeless. In her back was a butcher knife, ingraved in her spine, and her clothing a complete mess of blood. Yamato caught her in the midst of her falling, and two beads of blood trail down each side of her mouth. He looked at her in horror, his blue eyes scanning her from head to toe. He began to cry softly, trying to tell himself that it was all a horrible, twisted dream..

A tanned hand grabbed Sora by her shoulder, and drew her back up. Yamato watched, and he scrambled to his feet as he saw the face of the murderer: Taichi Yagami. To his amazement, however, Sora was standing, the color in her hair returned, and had an arm wrapped around Taichi as she sent him loving gazes. Yamato growled lowly under his breath, trying to say something, but was unable to even get a sound out. Taichi and Sora laughed evily, their shrills echoing in the large room.

"Is this your worst nightmare?" Taichi asked coldly, and resumed to kiss Sora gingerly on the forehead. "Weak, you are, little Ishida. I've had more terrifying thougts than this, and I was wide awake, nonetheless!" Yamato's lower lip began to tremble, and all he could manage to do was shake violently, his arms hugging his legs, and his eyes welling up with tears. The two images began to laugh again, and pointed to Yamato and made rude comments about him to each other without a care in the world. Yama felt like punching himself in the stomach to wake himself up. He took his hand and rubbed his cheeks, and when he withdrew his hands from his face his jaw dropped: blood. He was crying blood. This was, of course, much to Sora and Taichi's amusement, and shortly they began to kick and taunt him. His vision began to black out.. his eyes becoming blind. And when his vocal chords finally broke out of a freeze, he screamed. He screamed so loudly that he could hear glass crashing to the floor. But now a new problem arised.. he couldn't stop screaming. He was blind, helpless, and screaming with no control. He wanted to escape. He wanted to so, so, badly, it made all his muscles ache.

And with that, he awoke.

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Yamato cried again, his ears beating loudly, like drums were being bashed in his ears. He wiped his cheeks harshly, and he felt his heart sink down to the bottom of his body as he looked at his hands:

Blood. Fresh, red blood was pouring out of his eyes.

With that, he shrieked so loudly that possibly all of Odaiba could hear his scream: "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?!"





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Finis-- chap. II coming soon.

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Well, how'd you like that sucker? Please read and review if you'd like. I highly enjoy plently of constructive critisism, even if it's a negative comment. I love to learn. ^^