Disclaimers: I don't own Digimon; I'm just using the characters for my and my muse's entertainment.

Please Come Back to Me by Yaoi Girl

"Taichi, please say you're not serious!" Yamato was heard shouting frantically into the phone, his voice flowing through the small apartment. After a pause, Yamato fell to his knees, the phone in his trembling hand as he tried his best to keep it to his ear.

Before breaking into violent sobs and dropping the phone to the floor, the blonde whispered shakily, "Oh, goddess… Daisuke…"

Hearing the commotion, Takeru ran from his room, the door to it slamming against the wall as he threw it back forcefully. "Yamato! What's wrong?!" he asked, worry in his voice and features as he sank to the floor next to his brother, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him.

Burying his face in Takeru's chest, he sobbed, "Daisuke… Daisuke's been kidnapped, Takeru!"

The young blonde's arms tightened around his brother, tears hugging his eyes.

Hearing the brunette still on the other end of the phone yelling, Takeru picked it up. "Taichi, when? Why?"

Taichi sighed to even out his breath before saying anything. "Last night. Someone or a group of people broke into their apartment last night, totally trashed the place, attacked Jun, and took Daisuke," Taichi replied, his voice cracking as he was near tears again.

"How's Jun?"

"She's okay, for now. They took her to the hospital last night for some injuries."

"Where the hell were their parents?"

"Out on a date."

"Do they have any idea who did this? Does anyone know anything about Daisuke?"

"Just a ransom note. The note said something like pay a large amount of money, but his parent's wouldn't say how much, and he'll be returned alive. They have five days, and if they don't come up with the money, they'll…" Taichi couldn't finish, just the thought of one of his best friends being killed, and scaring the blonde even more than he already was, was enough to make him stop, even though he was positive that Takeru knew what the outcome would be if the money wasn't there on time.

"Oh, goddess…"

"I'll let you go; I have to tell the others. I'll be sure to call if I find anything out. Bye."

Takeru didn't even say good-bye to the brunette, as he just let the phone fall from his hand and clatter against the floor, wrapping his arms around Yamato again, burying his face into his brother's hair and bawling.

After the two blondes had regained some of their composure an hour or so later, Taichi had called back.

"They've got his kidnapping all over the news, so if you want to watch, it's on now."

"Thanks, Taichi," Yamato said hoarsely, Takeru running to the living room, searching frantically for the remote.

"Poor Jun," the brunette said sadly as images of the girl in the hospital was briefly shown before a recent image of Daisuke.

"Yeah. And poor Daisuke and Takeru…"

"What's so 'poor' about Takeru? He's there with you, isn't he?!"

"Of course he's here. He's just taking it really hard. Goddess, Taichi, if you could see him now, balled up against a wall and rocking back and forth, as if trying to block the world from himself…"

"I understand. Daisuke is his best friend, after all, and the closest one to him. I can't begin to image what he's going through."

"Neither can I… I just hope Daisuke's returned; I don't want to know what'll happen to Takeru if he's not. I'm afraid to even think about it…" he said, shuddering as a chill went down his spine,

"You should go and be with your brother right now; I'm sure he'd be glad for the company. I know I'd want a distraction from this if it were you missing…" Taichi whispered.

"Taichi…" he said softly.

Sniffing, the brunette said a quick good-bye and hung up without explanation, the blonde staring at the phone before hanging it up and going to his brother's side.

"Takeru, are you okay?" Yamato asked, even though he knew he wasn't.

The young blonde buried his tear-streaked face into his knees, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, Takeru. I really am," Yamato said as he watched Takeru stand and walk towards the front door, and as he grabbed a jacket on the way.

Before walking out the now open door, Takeru lowered his head, whispering, "I love him, Yamato. Why did this have to happen?" Then he was gone.

Not being able to stand hearing another word about the incident, Yamato quickly and annoyedly turned off the TV, shoving off the floor angrily and going to the phone to call Taichi.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Taichi…"

"Oh, hi, Yamato."

"He left."

"You mean you just let him walk out the door?! You just said you didn't know what he'd do!"

"I had to. He needs time to himself and away from people. He doesn't want to be smothered with emotion right now, not unless it's from Daisuke himself."

"What are you saying?" Taichi asked, completely confused as to why Yamato was contradicting himself about wanting to protect his brother, but letting him leave.

"He's in love, Taichi."

"How do you know for sure? It could just be you because of all the extra emotion's he's showing."

"No, Taichi. It's not just me. He said so himself. Takeru is in love with Daisuke."

TBC

I know, I know…I should be finishing my other open stories, but I had this story pop into my head and I couldn't turn it away.

R&R please?!

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