To live the death of the undead
Chapter 3: You hold me like I'm alive.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, or any of the characters, other then the other vampires… but you can use them if ya want, I really don't care. I am only using the characters to torture them with my flu-infested mind, and I am not making any money off of this.
A/N: I have a bloody nose… greeeeeat.
Warnings for this chapter: YAOI!! Osato. SHOUNEN AI!! Daiken, hints of Taito. HET!!! Takari. DEATH MENTIONED! CUSSING! CRYING! EVIL!
Akira had always been a quiet boy. He liked to keep to himself, and only spoke when spoken too. To him, it didn't matter what others thought of him.
Even when he had become a vampire, that didn't change.
His parents and older brother had been killed in a fire just before he was turned. He could still hear the sounds of them screaming, if he listened closely enough. Sato had carried him out of the fire, and asked him if he had anything to live for. He had told him no, he didn't have anything to keep him going. His parents where dead. His Brother was dead. His life was ruined.
He became a Vampire that night.
Unlike the others, he had been awake when it had happened. They where lucky that they hadn't been, because the pain still echoed in his mind, as his body died around him, and his heart stopped beating. He still remembered screaming for three hours straight, as the pain covered his entire body.
But he hadn't been alone as it happened. Osamu had been there with him. Osamu… The older boy reminded him of his older brother. He looked a lot like him, aside from the glasses and his brother's brown eyes. However both had blue, spiked hair and fairly pail skin.
Osamu told him that he reminded him of his younger brother, or at least what he remembered of him. He commented that he didn't remember anything about his life, except a little violet haired boy screaming 'ONII-CHAAAAAN!!' and then darkness…
Akira had then realized that he was beginning to forget things, too. Sato told him to remember only one thing from his human life, and to hold on to that memory, no matter what.
And so he chose his older brother, Riku, to remember. And that kept him sane for all the years he lived in the vampire cove, hidden behind a large hill…
His violet eyes fell on Yamato, as the blond walked behind him, silent. Neither said anything, in a silent under standing that they did not want to talk about how they came to be this way. They walked for what seemed like hours, before reaching what looked to be a normal, every day door.
"Here you are." Akira told him, opening the door. Yamato took in the whole room, but did not go in. So he knew Akira had more to say. The violet-eyed boy smiled. "You will find you're self starting to forget things… things that seem normal to you. You're mother's name, you're fathers age… everything. You can only remember one thing from you're life, and if you hang on to it, you will never forget it… but choose wisely, for it will be you're only link to you're past."
Yamato nodded, and closed the door as Akira left. He turned to the balcony, and opened the glass doors. Stepping out onto the balcony, he thought to himself… what to remember? Takaru? No… as much as he loved his little brother, there was someone more important…
Chocolate brown flashed in front of his eyes. Laughter filled his ears. He could still feel the glue on his hands, as they pasted paper onto paper. A promise to bring it to school, to keep there grades up.
Taichi. He would never, ever forget Taichi.
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Daisuke awoke to someone holding him. He blinked twice, and pushed something soft and violet out of his eyes. In doing so, he found himself inches away from Ken's sleeping face. The second goggle boy blushed a soft pink color, but did not move, in fear of waking the other boy.
The doctors had found nothing wrong from Ken. They had commented that it was probably just a bad memory, or something. But Daisuke knew better then that. He knew what Yamato had meant to Ken… The blond had helped him get rid of the last little bits of the Kaizer, and open up to the rest of the group. Yamato had also been a loner when he was Ken's age, and the two found themselves being good friends.
But now Yamato was gone… and Ken was blaming himself. Daisuke had heard from the child of kindness that his brother had died the exact same way… being hit by a car. He had told him, monotone, with his hair falling in his eyes, that he still remembered that day, clearly.
Daisuke slowly ran his tanned hand trough Ken's soft, silky violet hair. He vowed to himself that he would help the child of kindness trough all this, no matter what it took. The violet haired boy did not stir, and if it where not for his light breath's againts Daisuke's lips, the goggle boy would have thought him dead.
A door opened behind him, but he chose to ignore it. He could feel eyes on him, but thought nothing of it. Even if his friends thought he and Ken where… well… they would think nothing of it. They lived in Japan, and there it was excepted as well as a boy and a girl together.
"Daisuke-kun?" Miyako's voice rang out from behind him, but he didn't answer. He knew she would continue without him telling her to. "Takaru's mother is taking him home…I just thought you might want to say good bye, since he won't be at school for a while."
There was a moment of silence, and then Miyako smiled and Daisuke pulled himself slowly away from Ken. The Violet haired boy mumbled something in his sleep, and snuggled into the pillow where the chocolate haired boy had been, pressing his thumb againts his lips lightly. The purple haired girl smiled to herself. She had long ago given up on her feelings for Ken, for she knew that the boy was more attracted to males. Honestly, in her heart, she had known it all along.
She then followed Daisuke out into the waiting area, where shouting could be heard. The two looked at each other, and broke into a run, reaching the much-to-clean and crowded room to see Takaru, in tears, screaming at his mother, with Hikari trying to calm him down.
"No!" The blond screamed, tears rolling freely down his eyes. He pointed an accusing finger at his mother. "She's not coming to onii-chan's funereal!" A few people gasped, thought most where giving his mother strange looks. "She never cared about Onii-chan! Look at her! She's not even crying! He's dead, mother! DEAD! He's not coming back! Never! NEVER! And you don't care! YOU DON'T CARE!!" He broke down in tears, and fell to his knees, along with Hikari, who kept her hands wrapped around him. She said nothing, as she rocked the boy back in forth, and he fell againts her, sobbing into her shoulder, soaking her with his salty tears.
Now most of the people in the waiting room where giving Takaru's mother a strange look. She blushed under there gaze, but said nothing, as she watched her little Takaru… her angel… sob over the loss of a boy whom she always thought dangerous.
"I did it…" Takaru whispered, although his voice quiet, his mother could still hear him. "With the scissors… Onii-chan said it was him… he hadn't been running with them, Okaa-sama… I threw them at him… I did it… It was my fault. I'm so sorry, Onii-chan… please forgive me." He once again buried his face into Hikari's shoulder, thought his time he was not sobbing; only crying silently and wordlessly.
His mother and father both stared at him, a bit surprised. All along, they had thought it was Yamato whom had cut his hand… after all, he had confessed to doing so, hadn't he? But all along, it had been Takaru?
No one said anything, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of ambulances outside, trying to save the lives of other people that went in and out of the hospital, every day.
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Ken awoke to his head hurting, and Daisuke gone. He didn't bother to sit up, for he had no reason to. He didn't move, aside from his chest moving with each breath, and his eyes blinking when need be. The only sound he heard was people walking down the hall ways… they hadn't even bothered to hook him up to anything, since there was supposedly nothing wrong with him.
'But there is something wrong with me.' He thought to himself. 'And I can sum him up in one word. Evil.'
Oh, I'm so flattered!
'Hn. You would be.'
Oh Kenny… don't be so mad… I'm just going to take over you're body now!
'What!? no! nooooo!'
Daisuke entered the room to see Ken standing at the window, staring outside at the trees and grass. The dark haired boy placed a hand on the violet eyed child of kindness's shoulder, and in turn Ken turned to look at him, blinking a few times.
"You going to be ok, Ken?" Daisuke asked, and there was a moment of silence. Then, Ken nodded, his violet hair falling in his face. He hugged Daisuke lightly, and the tanned boy smiled, taking in the sent of Ken's hair. He wanted to stay like that, forever, with the child of kindness…
Ken's eyes opened as he watched the door open, and Taichi step in. He smiled, and realized Daisuke.
And, after a long, sad day at the hospital, everyone went home.
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"Wow, this poster's going to be the best in the whole class!"
Taichi…"You promise to bring it tomorrow, right?"
I'm so Sorry…"Great! We'll have the best poster there!"
I failed you…"We're sure to get an A now!"
I broke my promise…"Ja ne, Yamato!"
Taichi…
Taichi!
"YAMATO!"
The blond gasped as he sat up, his head nearly smacking into the dark haired Osamu's.
He felt like he was going to throw up, his whole body was shaking, and he felt like he couldn't get enough air, even thought he knew that he didn't need it to live. He cast his bright blue eyes on Osamu, and without even saying anything, asked: "What's wrong with me?"
Osamu wrapped his arms around Yamato, holding him close. "You're having blood withdrawals." He told him. Blue eyes looked up at him, confused, as the blond continued to gasp for air. Osamu frowned. "You need to feed, or else you will perish." With that he reached behind him, and brought something from a table that Yamato had not seen before. He placed the glass to the blonds lips, and aloud him to drink its contains.
When the blond was done, he signed in relief and fell back againts Osamu. "Thank you." He whispered, while whipping the blood from his mouth with the sleeve of the same robe he had been wearing before.
Osamu smiled at him, and played with his soft, golden hair. He pulled the blond close to him, and continued to run his hand trough his golden locks. "You're welcome, Yamato." He said, while leaning in and whispering in the blonde's ear, "my Yamato…" before nipping at his neck. Yamato gasped, but didn't complain. He had been a virgin when he died… hadn't he…? Never the less, the dark haired boy's lips working wonders felt oh so very good…
Akira sighed and closed the door, pressing his back againts the wall. 'So it beings…' he thought to himself, while flipping his hair out of his eyes. Silently he crept down the hall, and into his own room. The dark haired vampire threw open the window's, and jumped into the night, intent on finding someone very dear to someone he knew very well…
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A/N: Wow… That came out pretty fast, considering the fact that I haven't updated in FOREVER! I'm SO sorry… My computer broke, and I haven't been able to use it… At the moment I'm at a friends house, and she's letting me use hers… god she's great n.n;; anyway, sorry for any spelling errors or what not, but I had to get this done fast, so I could go finish Kingdom Hearts.