Title: The Day My Heart Shattered
Author: NT
Pairing: Ken/Takeru
Warning: Yaoi, Angst, Death
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Chapter 2: To Love Again
Days later, I went back to my cold, cruel self. As I passed the cell of that boy, I looked at him. Still no sound, no cry. I felt a familiar feeling. A feeling I know too well. His heart was like mine. I could feel a pain from him. He seemed so alone. I had done this to his. Guilt soon stabbed me in the chest, but I didn't care for those worthless emotions.
I opened the door and told him to come. He followed my orders and was close behind. I could hear his breathing, and his soft footsteps. I brought us to a room. I would torture him and make him suffer. I needed that scream. I needed that cry.
As we came to the room, I looked into his eyes. His face, still stoic. I went to her face and had our lips come together. I don't know hwy I had. I was drawn to her as a predator drawn to his prey. That feeling. I stopped. No, I would not let my heart open. I clenched my hand into a fist and punched him. He laid there on the ground, bruised. He still made no cry or plea. The silent was poignant.
I couldn't move. My feet were numb. My hands however were working quite fine. I then took my whip and strike him. I left him bleeding on the cold, hard floor. Still no sound. I stepped away. I couldn't say anything. The only thought that ran through my mind was who he was. Who was this angel? This bloody angel. He was blank and still. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. His face did not fit his body.
I unlocked the door hoping the angel would leave, letting my heart stay emotionless and cold. He didn't. He stood there staring at me. He came closer. I took deeper breaths. He was only inches away. He gave me a passionate kiss. I loved it. He stopped. I could hear his calm breathing. He was unchanged. My eyes grew wide.
His hand went through my hair. The feeling sent shivers up my spine. I looked down at this sweet boy. His soul was so close to mine. We were similar. He knew it too. He walked out of the room. I watched his every step. I followed him slowly. He went into my room. As I peeked inside, I saw him asleep on my bed. I crept to his side and watched him rest. His light hair, his peaceful eyes. He was more than an angel. I took him in my arms and fell into a deep sleep I would never experience again.
This was perfect. Too perfect. This moment. Bliss. I kissed his cheek and fell into a new trance. I was awoken by those eyes. Staring at me. Cold and heartless. A look I knew too well. He whispered in my ear. Nothing lasts forever. I stared at him confused. He spoke again. His merciless voice filled my ears. Hold on to love, for it can be gone in an instant. Cherish life, or you will be punished.
I closed my eyes. As I opened them, I saw the sweet, innocent cherub by my side asleep. His warmth filled my heart. Our skins touching, our hands holding. I could hear his soft breathing. I could feel his heart, his emotions, his thoughts.
Chapter 2: To Love Again
Days later, I went back to my cold, cruel self. As I passed the cell of that boy, I looked at him. Still no sound, no cry. I felt a familiar feeling. A feeling I know too well. His heart was like mine. I could feel a pain from him. He seemed so alone. I had done this to his. Guilt soon stabbed me in the chest, but I didn't care for those worthless emotions.
I opened the door and told him to come. He followed my orders and was close behind. I could hear his breathing, and his soft footsteps. I brought us to a room. I would torture him and make him suffer. I needed that scream. I needed that cry.
As we came to the room, I looked into his eyes. His face, still stoic. I went to her face and had our lips come together. I don't know hwy I had. I was drawn to her as a predator drawn to his prey. That feeling. I stopped. No, I would not let my heart open. I clenched my hand into a fist and punched him. He laid there on the ground, bruised. He still made no cry or plea. The silent was poignant.
I couldn't move. My feet were numb. My hands however were working quite fine. I then took my whip and strike him. I left him bleeding on the cold, hard floor. Still no sound. I stepped away. I couldn't say anything. The only thought that ran through my mind was who he was. Who was this angel? This bloody angel. He was blank and still. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. His face did not fit his body.
I unlocked the door hoping the angel would leave, letting my heart stay emotionless and cold. He didn't. He stood there staring at me. He came closer. I took deeper breaths. He was only inches away. He gave me a passionate kiss. I loved it. He stopped. I could hear his calm breathing. He was unchanged. My eyes grew wide.
His hand went through my hair. The feeling sent shivers up my spine. I looked down at this sweet boy. His soul was so close to mine. We were similar. He knew it too. He walked out of the room. I watched his every step. I followed him slowly. He went into my room. As I peeked inside, I saw him asleep on my bed. I crept to his side and watched him rest. His light hair, his peaceful eyes. He was more than an angel. I took him in my arms and fell into a deep sleep I would never experience again.
This was perfect. Too perfect. This moment. Bliss. I kissed his cheek and fell into a new trance. I was awoken by those eyes. Staring at me. Cold and heartless. A look I knew too well. He whispered in my ear. Nothing lasts forever. I stared at him confused. He spoke again. His merciless voice filled my ears. Hold on to love, for it can be gone in an instant. Cherish life, or you will be punished.
I closed my eyes. As I opened them, I saw the sweet, innocent cherub by my side asleep. His warmth filled my heart. Our skins touching, our hands holding. I could hear his soft breathing. I could feel his heart, his emotions, his thoughts.