Blood Stained Wings

By JoltY



(Author's Note: Chapter three. Now the story begins to get creepy. Heh heh.)

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begin: chapter III





Yaaaaamaaaaaaaa?

Yamato could hear a voice.. a calm, soothing, almost heavenly voice. He tried to open his eyes to see who it was, but his eyes felt as if they were crusted closed.. which made him feel alittle uncomfortable. The voice continued to speak.

Yaamaaaa, are you theeeeere?

His curiousity was driving him mad. Yamato had to see who was talking. After many failed attempts, he finally managed to open his eyes, which shot open instantly. This caused the voice, a.k.a Taichi Yagami, to jump back in surprise. Yamato blinked a few times, and peered over to his friend, who looked down at him with great concern. Taichi stared at him, and eventually sighed, relieved. Yamato cocked an eyebrow.

"Taichi..?" he asked in a weak voice. Taichi could feel his eyes welled up by tears, and he nodded slowly. "Yama.." he said cooly, "Are you alright?"

Yamato glared at him jokingly. "I just drove my car into a tree. How do you think I feel?"

Taichi blinked, and twidled his thumbs. "I.. er.." he began, but he was cut off by Sora, who rushed into the room and leaned down into Yamato's face. He grunted awkwardly and licked his lips, nodding to Sora as if saying 'hello'.

Sora wiped some fresh tears from her cheeks and sniffed loudly. "You're alive!" she exclaimed, and reached out to hug him. However, she suddenly remembered how badly hurt Yamato was, and perhaps physical contact wasn't the best remedy at the moment. She withdrew her arms back to her chest and asked sheepishly, "Yamato, what were you thinking? You had to have done it on purpose, because you obviously weren't drunk!"

Yamato wasn't too sure how to answer that question. He tried shifting in his bed, finding his current position uncomfortable, but every time he moved he felt worse, so he stopped. Taichi ran a hand through Yamato's oily, dirty hair, but didn't mind his not-very-hygenic-friend's hair. He stared down at Yamato like an angel from heaven looking down upon Adam; full of peacefulness and joy. Yamato shared the same gaze back, and a pause was shared between the two. Sora didn't really understand what was going on here, and she waved a hand between the two, snapping them back to reality.

"Uhh.. I think I'll leave you two alone, then?" she asked, sounding a big sarcastic. Taichi rolled his eyes and muttered, "Grow up.." as Sora passed him, which was answered by a swift (yet playful) punch.

Sora left the room, leaving Taichi and Yamato alone. The tall-haired boy grabbed a chair from nearby and placed it by Yamato's bed, and sat in it afterwards. He leaned on the bed's rail, and another awkward pause grew between them.

"Yama, what WERE you thinking?" Taichi asked, restating Sora's question from earlier. Yamato looked at him blankly, still not knowing how to answer it. He decided to answer than sit there like a goof all day.

"I have no idea.." the blonde started. "I just felt my foot thrust on the gas pedal, and before I could know what was going on I was thrown out my windshield and into a tree. That's all I can remember.. but I know that it wasn't my fault, Taichi. Something did it, not me."

Taichi blinked stupidly, and lowered his head. "What?" he asked, sounding dumb. Yamato sighed and leaned his his back, staring at the ceiling. "I don't know how else to phrase it.." he replied. Taichi nodded, understanding.. well, he kind of understood, anyways.

"I guess I'll leave you here to rest.." Taichi responded. Yamato nodded slightly, and his friend left after that. Within minutes, Yama was back to a deep sleep.



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He appeared back into the dark room again. This time, he didn't act as surprised, for he knew why he was here: he needed to ask some questions to that.. angel.. concience.. guy. He looked around, and shouted, "Hey, guardian angel!"

His colorless duplicate popped up out of nowhere, smiling coyly. "What is it, young one?"

Yamato didn't smile, which caused his copy to slowly frown. Yamato breathed in deeply and asked, "What caused me to accelerate my car? Why did I have that dream? Why was I crying blood?"

His copy shook his head, his eyes closed. "Tsk tsk.. human bodies. They always ask questions." He took Yamato's hand and massaged it slowly, "You were not actually crying blood, first off. It was an image created by your mind. You were crying regular tears, but your brain saw it as blood, since that's all you were thinking of at the time. Understand?"

Yamato shook his head. "No, I don't. I see things how they are, not how I want things to look."

His copy stopped him. "Ah ah, but you didn't wan to see it, however, did you? Your mind reflected that image whether you liked it or not. It's a psychiological thing."

Yamato's stare grew cold. "I don't believe you. What caused me to accelerate my car?"

The copy laughed, a little more sadistically than originally implied. "Silly boy! That was you who accelerated that car. You're just in a deep denial about it. And the dream? Everyone has nightmares. What a crybaby you are!"

Yamato sighed, and sat on the ground, rubbing him temples. His copy patted him on the back reassuringly. "Now now, everyone gets confused with themselves at one point or another. You're just not used to it. In time, you shall cope with the facts." Yamato shook his head, raising from the ground and raising his fists.

"No! That can't be true! I can't be going crazy!"



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Yamato awoke in a cold sweat. His parents were hovering over him, peering down at him curiously. He opened his eyes slightly, not used to the sudden glaring lights, and was greeted by Miss Takaishi's cheery voice.

"SON! YOU'RE ALIVE!" she exclaimed, and grabbed Yamato's hand tightly, causing him to wince in pain. Mr. Ishida growled, and slapped his ex-wife's hand away lightly.

"Nancy!" he said a bit loudly, and when he noticed that nurses and such were staring at him, he lowered his tone down. "Don't be so physical with the boy. He's recovering from a very bad accident!"

Miss Takaishi nodded, and withdrew her warm hand. She looked down at Yamato's pale faced and asked, "Honey, are you alright?"

Yamato thought about that question for a moment. Would he lie to his parents like he did with Jyou earlier, or would he be honest? "I'm alright. A bit conked, but fine."

Mr. Ishida grunted, and placed his hands at his hips. "Son.. why'd you do it?" he asked, running a hand casually through his hair. Yamato sent a glare at him, but his father obviously didn't notice. That damn question again, Yamato thought. Why'd he have to ask that?

Yamato shrugged. "I have no idea." Mr. Ishida stood for about a minute, emotionless. Eventually, he grabbed Miss Takaishi's hand, and proceeded to the door. "He's a little delirious from the drugs and painkillers they game 'im, give him a few hours and he'll be fine to tell us his story."

Before Mrs. Takaishi could argue, she was already dragged out the door.

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finis: chapter IV coming soon.



(A/N: Yes, that chapter was short. _ Oh well though, please R&R!)