Blood Stained Wings
by JoltY
(Author's Note: Chapter two. Yay.)
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begin: chapter II
Yamato felt horrible. Perhaps it was because that his mind was totally twisted out of proportion. Or maybe it was because he just vomited three times in the bathroom. Of course, he didn't care what it was.. he wanted the pain to go away.. for it all to dissolve from his mind. He closed his eyes, and smiled awkwardly, proud of himself for calming down. Yamato opened his eyes slightly, his sapphire eyes darting to a razor, resting on the edge of the sink. He licked his lips in a hungry tone, and reached for it quickly, holding it to his chest like a frightened child stealing a toy from a store. He looked at the sharp-edged razor and smirked, lowering it down to his wrist.
He winced in pain as he discovered what he had just accomplished. A few drops of blood trailed down his arm, slinking down his elbow and eventually dripping to the tiled floor below. He hend his wrist and shut his eyes tightly, but suddenly realized that.. it didn't really hurt at all. It actually kind of relieved him, in a sense. He withdrew his blood-soaked hand and stared at the cascades of the red liquid showering his arm, and smiled briefly.
"I suppose this is the cure to my pain after all.." he said to himself in a low mutter. Yamato threw the razor to the floor and changed his position, sitting indian-style. His cruel smile grew wider and continued to say, "Yes.. the cure.." And with that, he did a very unpleasant thing: he drew his tongue out of his mouth and closed his eyes softly, and licked the fresh blood from his arm. The liquid tasted very salty and thin, like vinegar. At first, he wrinkled his face in disgust, but it eventually faded away as he began to slowly adapt to the taste. Shortly, he licked up the last of the blood, and smacked his lips together in a sastified manner.
"Atlead I didn't lose any blood," he implied to himself coyly. He rose up from his position and washed off his razor and some dried, crusty blood from his hand, and cleaned up the floor. He put on his overshirt and combed his hair, smoothing it down here and there with his hand. He noticed it felt extremely oily, and recalled not taking a shower since a week ago. Yamato shrugged and said, "I'll do it later," as he walked outside with his keys and to his car.
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Yamato noticed a familiar face walking along the road. He squinted slightly to get a better view of the figure, and realized it was Jyou Kido, his friend. He pulled over to the side of the road and rose from his car, shutting the door behind him. He leaned on the windshield casually, placing a hand in his pocket. Jyou looked up from the book he was reading and smiled at Yamato, stopping in his tracks.
"Hi Yamato," he said, waving a hand. Yamato smiled and stuffed his hands in his jackets' pockets.
"How are you, Jyou?" he asked after an awkward pause. Jyou shut his book and placed it inside his own pocket and replied, "I'm good, Yama. And I presume you are doing well, Yama?"
Yamato couldn't exactly find words to answer that question. He looked down to the ground and pursed his lips together. He looked at Jyou who had his head cocked down and his eyebrows raised, convincing him to continue. I hate to lie, but I guess I have no choice, Yamato thought to himself.
"I'm doing fine, Jyou," he said in a low voice. Jyou blinked and furrowed his brows, placing his hands on his hips. "What's that, Yamato? You need to speak up--"
"I'M FINE, DAMNIT!" Yamato yelled at Jyou, who withdrew back about a foot, surprised at his friend's sudden outburst. Yamato realised what he had done, and lowered his head, his eyes fighting stinging tears. Jyou placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it softly, as if to cool Yama down. "Please.."
"No.." Yamato said, wide-eyed, as if he had gone insane. Jyou raised his hands protectively infront of him, sweatdropping. Yamato shuffled into his car and drove out in such a speed that it formed skid marks in the road. Jyou simply stood, confused and shrouded in the smoke from Yamato's tires.
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Yamato drove well over the speed limit down a mountain road. His eyes were wide and his face in a deep frown. This can't be happening.. no.. it can't.
Images in his mind reeled the frightening dream over and over again. Sora.. Taichi.. blood.. tears.. all of it. Yamato felt himself weaken, and eventually went into tears. No.. make it stop.. make it stop! He wiped his tears away from his cheeks and stared at them in shock.
It's happening again! Blood. FUCK! He felt his foot, as if being driven by some force, slam the peddle, causing the car to go faster.
Too fast.. no.. why.. why me? He asked himself that over and over. His eyes flashed infront of him as he felt a surge of fright circulate down his spine. Before him was a sharp curve, with a grove of trees behind it. Obviously, something, or someone in his body made his foot floor the gas petal, making the car hurl into the trees. The windshield shattered to pieces, metal flying everywhere. Glass shattered as Yamato, not wearing his seatbelt, flew out the windshield, toppling over the hood of the front of the car, and his back flinging into the tree infront of him. Blood was all over the place, cuts and bruises all over his body.
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He woke up. Yamato found himself in a dark room, of, well, nothing. He looked around and yelled, "Hello?"
His voice echoed eerily in the room, different voices mocking his voice. His eyes widened, and retreated back. He fell to the floor because he couldn't find any walls to lean against to break his fall, and when he looked up, he found.. himself. A complete copy of himself. Same hair, same clothing, same everything. However, he was all black and white, as if from some old movie. Yamato winced at this, and asked in a shaky voice, "Who.. who are you?"
The image smiled, leaning down next to the frightened colored image. He cupped his hands in his face and cooed, "Shh. It shall be alright."
He coughed, and withdrew his hands. "I am you. My name is Yamato Ishida. I live in Odaiba, Japan, and I have a hit rock band. My girlfriend is Sora Takenouchi, and my best friend is Taichi Yagami."
Yamato blinked stupidly. The image cleared his throat. "Obviously, you don't understand, but if you calm down, I shall tell you."
Yamato nodded, his face blank of emotion. The image continued. "I am your concience, Yamato. In a sense, I am your guardian angel, and the voice in the back of your head. I am only to communicate with you personally in a time of great need, and this is one of those times, I'm afraid. Your physical body is nearly dead, and is in a coma. There isn't much time for you to live."
Yamato blinked, and nodded again. "Aren't you cheerful," the image said dryly. "Thankfully, you'll survive. Well, you'll live to see the next week, atleast.." his voice trailed off. He touched Yamato's head and spoke, "You must dream great things, not horrible things. Try to drift from your nightmares. They are the things hurting you most. You are afraid of them. Try to get your mind off your fears."
Yamato, once again, nodded. The image dissolved nearly as quickly as he came, and the black surroundings disappeared.
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"He is in a deep coma. He was in one of the worst crashes I've seen in a long time."
Taichi Yagami nodded slowly, holding his head in his hands as he sat in the Emergency Room of the Odaiba hospital. Sora sat next to him, crying heavily and using up atleast two boxes of tissues. Mr. Ishida and Miss Takaishi sat together, across from Taichi and Sora. Miss Takaishi was crying, but not nearly as hard as Sora, who was in hysterics. Mr. Ishida simply sat there, silent and still. I wish I could have done something.. I looked all afternoon for him..
There was a long silence. Taichi finally managed to choke out, "I.. I g-gues I'll c-call the other d-digid-destined.." and he rose from his seat, rushing to the nearest payphone.
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Yamato could feel his eyes open slowly, only being able to manage to open them slightly. His vision was completely blurred, and he was resting on a white bed, with casts and wrappings all over his body. He shifted in his bed and winced as the pain ran down his back, growing as he layed back farther. Rest.. get my mind off things.. yes, that's what I need.. Yamato closed his eyes again just as the nurse entered the room to check on him. Yes.. rest..
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finis. chapter III coming soon.
Mweh, sorry it wasn't as descriptive as before, but I'm tired x.x hope this story doesn't seem too rushed. -_- anyways, please R/R! If you'd like to, of course.
