REWRITE!

This is a rewrite of the original chapter three… I wasn't liking it… and I've been getting complaints about one of the scenes… and now that I re-read it… I realize that it was really crappy! But alas, it's gone, mostly. Just got rid of a bit and re-wrote a little. If you don't re-read this chapter you aren't missing anything knew. So yes, I hope it's better now.

Disclaimers: I don't own Digimon! Or any of the characters! But I do own this story… it's all mine! I typed it with my bare hands!

" Talking "

' Thinking '

" Flashback"

Till Death Do Us Part

By: BlueMoonEmpress

Chapter 2

Yamato stood in front of his brother's house. Hikari had called him and asked him to come over as soon as he could. When she phoned Hikari had sounded upset and tired. Whatever happened was big.

After ringing the doorbell a few times, the door was finally answered, by a young women who looked ages older then she should have.

"Yamato-kun… Thank you so much for coming over. Takeru…" Hikari said as she looked over to the living area where a now sleeping Takeru lay.

"What happened?" Yamato asked as he walked into the house. Placing his coat on a nearby chair, he didn't wait for Hikari to answer and walked over to his sleeping brother.

"You won't believe it," Hikari started as she walked over to him.

"Try me."

"Motomiya came back."

Yamato froze in his spot. Motomiya… She couldn't possible be talking about… "D-Daisuke?" Yamato choked out.

She nodded. "I know… I couldn't believe it myself. He's really shaken up about it, been crying since he left Motomiya at the doorstep. But he's finally fallen asleep," Hikari kneeled down in front of her best friend and moved some lose strands from his face.

"How could he just come back…?" Yamato asked finally starting to come out of his daze. "Takeru was finally starting to get over him!"

"I know Yamato-kun, but you have to understand… This means that the war is over. He wouldn't have been able to come back if it wasn't. He'd still be made to fight. Japan is free," She said smiling and standing up again.

"I know… But he has no right to do this! He's turned my brother back into what he used to be! A blubbering mess!" His voice was raising. "He has a job that he loves, and a boyfriend that will love and take care of him…"

"Motomiya used to be that you know," Hikari said.

"Yes… Yes he used to be. Used to be until he decided to stay and fight in that bloody war! He could have gone with Takeru! He could have made it out of that damned place long ago! But he choose to stay…" Yamato's voice was low and menacing… "I'll be back Hikari…" He said as he turned back for the front door.

"Yamato-kun! Yamato what are you going to do?" Hikari said running up to him.
"Nothing… I just have something I need to do…" And he was gone.

"'Kari?" A voice asked from the living room.

"Takeru… You're awake," She said walking back over to him.

"Was that my brother?"

"Hai… But he had to leave suddenly… But he'll be back."

"Why was he here?" Takeru asked confused.

"I asked him to come."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't know what to do with you Takeru. I needed help."

"You… you didn't tell Yama that Dai's back did you?" Takeru asked in a panic. Hikari just nodded her head. "Kami-sama… This is bad… this is really bad…"

"Why is it so bad Takeru? He's only looking out for you."

"Yamato hates Dai for leaving me! Actually I should say that he hated Dai even more after he made me leave… He's never approved of Daisuke…"

"Then perhaps for the sake of your brother you should forget about Motomiya and have a good life with Ken."

"Why are you on his side?" Takeru asked her.

"What…?"

"Why are you taking his side?" Takeru asked again.

"Takeru… I'm… I'm not taking anyone's side! I just want what's best for you!"

"And what if what's best for me is Daisuke? Why can't you understand that I love him!?" He screamed.

"But you love Ken too!" Hikari yelled back. "Think about him! It's not only Yamato-kun, and me that have been trying to bring you out of that damned depression you fell in after he made you leave!" Her voice filled with rage as she spoke 'he' referring to Daisuke. "After I introduced you to Ken he too tried with all his might to bring you out of it! And he was succeeding! He was so fucking close! But then Motomiya had to come back and ruin everything!" Takeru just stood there staring at his long time friend. "I just want what's best for you. And I know what's best for you isn't Motomiya…" She turned and left the house, leaving behind a very shocked boy.

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"Y-Yamato?!"

"How dare you come back here!" Yamato yelled pushing his way into the apartment.

"W-what… How did you find me?!" Daisuke asked confused.

"I know people…" Was all he said before he turned back around and pointed a finger accusingly at Daisuke. "What the hell are you doing back here?!"

"Back here…? I've never…" Daisuke started only to be interrupted by having his body pushed up against the wall.

"Answer the question… Why are you here?" Yamato hissed his grip on Daisuke becoming stronger by the minute.

"What do you think?! I came here to find Takeru!" Daisuke yelled back.

"Exactly what I thought… Now you listen here Motomiya," He spat out the name, "I want you to stay away from my brother. You got that? He was doing fine without you."

"I don't recall you being my mother! You can't tell me what to do!" Daisuke argued trying to squirm out of his captor's hold.

"I don't think you heard me correctly…" Yamato brought his lips closer to the brunettes ear, "You go near my brother again…" Daisuke's breath came in short pants, "and let's just say you won't need a new lover…" With that he dropped Daisuke onto the floor. Kicking him in the gut once, Yamato then went to leave when he heard a small voice.

"You don't scare me Yamato… You never have. I love your brother, and no matter what you say… He will be mine…" Daisuke whispered as he clutched his stomach.

"Not if I can help it," Yamato said as he closed the door behind him.

Daisuke lay in his hallway floor, trying to find the strength to get back up.

"It seems no one wants us to be together Takeru…" He got up and walked over to his balcony. "Your brother… Hikari… Heh… Ichijouji… it seems as if the world is against us…" He closed his eyes tightly together. "You have to understand Takeru… I had to stay behind…" Opening them crystal tears slid down his face. "And now I don't even know if it was worth it… I couldn't do anything anyway…" He fell to his knees. "Kami-sama… I'm so sorry Onee-chan… Okaa-san… Otou-san…" And with that he let all his tears flow freely.

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After a few hours Takeru was finally able to get a hold on himself and had made his way to the kitchen to get himself a drink.

"God… Why did this have to happen? I've missed him… But I was finally happy…" Going in the fridge to grab a diet soda he instead took out a can of beer. "A little drink never hurt anyone…" He said popping the top and then downing it.

Thirty minutes had passed and an entire six pack had been drunken. Takeru, who was trying to stay conscious, nearly jumped three feet as he heard the doorbell.

"Coming!" His slurred voice made it obvious that he was drunk. And the way he made it even more obvious. "Onni-san!" Takeru yelled as he opened the door. "It's great to see you! Come in, come in…" Takeru said as he pushed his confused brother into his home.

"Ahh… Thanks Teek's…" Yamato said slightly afraid, of the way his Otouto was acting.

"No problem!" The younger blonde said walking into the kitchen again. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked looking in the fridge.

"No thanks… Hey Takeru listen…" Yamato stopped as he saw all the empty beer cans lying around the small island. "Did you drink all those?!" He asked incredulously.

Takeru only smiled oddly, "Yep! And I'm not even drunk!" He giggled.

"Right… I guess having a sane conversation with you isn't going to happen now is it?" Yamato asked himself more then his brother. But he answered anyway.

"Sure you can! It's not like I'm…"

"Drunk?" Yamato cut in. "Sorry to break this to you Otouto-chan… But you are. You're hammered," He couldn't stop a small grin from coming. Even though he knew this wasn't the time. His little brother never drank like this.

"I am not drunk! I've just had a few drinks! Is that so bad?" Takeru argued.

"Takeru there's like six empty cans here! I believe that is more then a few!"

"Nope, sorry. A few is somewhere between three and ten. Six is in the middle, so it's still a few," Even when drunk Takeru could hit you with his stupid logic.

"That's not the point!" Yamato yelled.

"Then what is the point?!" Takeru yelled back.

"You never drink this much! See? This is why I didn't want you to go out with that… Motomiya… in the first place! I knew he was going to do something like this to you!"

"Well I'm sorry Yamato! You don't choose who you fall in love with! You certainly proved that to me!" Yamato winced at his words. True… He was scared out of his wits when he knew he felt something-deeper then friendship for the busy haired boy… But now was not the time to be throwing that out at him!

"Don't bring my mistakes into this Takeru! This is about you and your life! Not mine!"

"My life?! My life is just fine thank you! Nothing that I need you sticking you nose into!"

"You are my life damnit!" Yamato yelled throwing his arms in the air. "And what you do in it is my business."

"Well maybe I don't want you in this part of my life! My relationships are none of your business! Now I would appreciate it if you would just leave," Takeru said point to the door.

"Teeks…" Yamato pleaded.

"Just go…" Takeru said in a weak voice.

Slowly Yamato backed up and walked back out the door. And right after he did Takeru once again broke down crying, this time lying on the kitchen floor.

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Yamato walked briskly down the street to his own apartment that he shared with his boyfriend Taichi. Upon arriving he ran up the stairs to impatient to use the lift. Finally getting to his floor Yamato searched around in his pocket for his keys.

"Come on… Where are they?!" He yelled frustrated. Giving up he instead started to pound on the door. "Taichi! Open up!" Yamato yelled as he continued to pound on the door.

Moments later a groggy eyed man with bushy hair opened the door. "Yama…? Why didn't you just use your key? I was trying to sleep!" Taichi whined.

Yamato just mumbled something that Taichi couldn't understand and walked into the apartment.

"What's wrong?" Taichi asked suddenly very awake and concerned about his koi. Again Yamato just mumbled something and sat down on the couch. "Yama…?" He looked down at the blonde.

"Nothing Tai… Nothing's wrong at all…"

"Sure there isn't… You're always grumpy and moody," He sat down next to the blonde, and placed his hands on his shoulders, massaging them. "Why so tense?" No one but Yamato would know it… But Taichi has great hands. Always know where to go, and how to make everything feel good…

Sighing Yamato figures he might as well tell his lover. He's bound to find out sooner or later anyway… "Motomiya's back…" He grumbled.

At first Taichi thought he had heard wrong, so he asked, "Daisuke?" When he got a small nod he broke into a grin. "This is great! Oh god, this means the war is over! And that he survived!" He felt Yamato tense under his fingertips. "That is a good thing isn't it Yama?" When he didn't get an answer he began to worry. "Yama what's wrong?"

"Nothing…" Yamato lied. "It's just a shock y'know?" He asked turning around to face his lover.

Knowing it was not smart to press right now Taichi only nodded, "Yeah I know."

Yamato smiled at him; "I've missed you."

Taichi grinned back; "I was only gone for a two days Yama… You can't stand being away from me for that little of time?"

Yamato pouted playfully, "You mean you didn't miss me?" His fingers walked around the inside of Taichi's thighs.

Shivering Taichi's grin only grew as he pushed Yamato onto his back, "You don't know how much…"

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Ken lay on his back looking up at the ceiling of Miyako's apartment. Sighing he turned to his side and buried his head in the pillow.

"Why won't you tell me what's wrong Takeru? I thought we told each other everything…" He sighed again and closed his eyes to stop the tears from coming.

Sitting up in the bed Miyako had set up for him, Ken then got up and walked over to the kitchen. Opening the fridge he took out the water jug grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured himself a glass of water.

He sat down on one of the stools placed around the small island. Bringing his hands to his head he rubbed his face furiously.

"Why is this happening to me? I was just starting to become happy with my life again… After…" Ken shuddered at the memory. He never thought he would be able to trust anyone again after something like that had happened. But somehow Takeru did just that. He got Ken to talk, and he didn't know how he did it. He just felt… comfortable with Takeru.

Feeling his eyes drift shut Ken laid his head on the counter and let sleep over take him…

Ken was walking home from a soccer practice. It was late, and walking probably wasn't the smartest thing to do since this wasn't one of the best neighborhoods in town. But since he didn't have enough for a taxi and didn't want to take the train he settled for walking.

Sighing he turned another corner when he heard something snap behind him. Turning around slightly Ken looked to see if he could see the cause of the noise. Not seeing anything disturbing he continued walking.

He was about a corner away from his parent's apartment and was just about to cross the street when he was pulled aside and into an ally way.

To scared to do or say anything Ken just stared into the darkness, breathing heavily as a hand press against his mouth to keep him from yelling out.

"Well… looks like I've caught myself a star player…" A husky voice whispered in Ken's ear.

Eyes widening at the recognition of the voice, Ken's breathing became even heavier..

"Calm down Ken… I'm not going to hurt you… You'll like it… and I've been waiting to do this for some time…" He breathed into his ear.

Feeling the hand loosen some Ken thought it be okay if he spoke. "Coach… Please… Don't, please…"

"Begging now are we? I like that…" He licked his ear. Ken shivered in disgust. But it was misunderstood and taken as one of pleasure. "Knew you would like it… Now, c'mon, and follow me okay? You'll like this I'm sure of it," With that he lead Ken over to a door that was almost hidden in the dark ally way.

Pushing Ken inside he lead him to a bed in the middle of the room.

"Now you wait here… Get yourself ready… Take your clothes off, I'm just going to get something," Coach said as he walked over to the bathroom.

Seeing this as his chance to get away Ken ran to the door and turned the knob to get out. But it wasn't turning… He locked it and there didn't seem to be any other way to unlock it but with a key…

"Shimatta!" Ken cursed under his breath. Jumping slightly as he felt himself being picked up, Ken once again fell silent.

"What were you trying to do?" He hissed. "Trying to get away from me huh? I don't think so…" He was thrown onto the bed's surface.

"Mr. Yuuta, please… gods please don't do this to me…" Ken pleaded although he knew it was to no avail. He would never listen. He was a stubborn coach and Ken figured he was an even worse rapist. Bad thought… "Oh gods… I'm going to be rapped… Why me…?" Ken closed his eyes tightly as he felt the bed creak and indent a little at the end.

"Just calm down Ken… It'll feel good… I promise. You just have to relax…" Mr. Yuuta told him as he started to undo his shirt buttons caressing his skin as he did so.

Ken just lied there, still as a statue as he felt his coaches hands run over his virgin body. Gasping slightly at a wet feeling on his nipple, Ken opened his eyes to find Mr. Yuuta sucking on it.

Lifting his head a little Mr. Yuuta licked his lips across Ken's lips before straddling his hips on Ken's groin, grinding slightly. Kissing Ken fiercely he shoved his tongue into his mouth. Caressing Ken's with his own.

Mr. Yuuta's hands slowly traveled lower until he was at the waistband of Ken's jeans.

"I think these need to go… Don't you think so?" Not waiting for an answer Mr. Yuuta got off Ken a little and pulled off his pants and boxers in one swipe.

And he continued on from there, just continued his practice no matter how much Ken yelled and tried to pry himself away from his coach.

Fortunately it wasn't long before his coach…

"Ahh!" Ken yelled as his head jerked up from where it lay in his hands. Panting Ken looked around at his surroundings. He was in Miyako's kitchen… And from the sounds of things she was rushing over here now.

"Ken! Are you okay? Why did you scream?" She asked as she walked over to him. She reached a hand to his face and caressed it gently. Ken flinched at the touch. "You're crying…" She wiped away a tear from his cheek. Sitting down on the stool next to him she brought both her arms around his neck and brought him forth for a hug.

Feeling safe in her arms Ken let the tears flow.

"Shh… It's okay Ken-chan… It's all okay now… Calm down… Shh…" She said as she rubbed his back soothingly.

Ken clung to her tightly. "I just want to forget about that night Miya… I just want to forget…" She knew what he was talking about immediately. She had been one of the only people Ken had told about that awful night.

"I know you do Ken… I know," She kissed the top of his head. "Shall we try to go back to sleep? You can come and share a bed with me okay?" She asked, Ken nodded and they both got up and walked over to Miyako's room.

Guiding him over to her bed she placed him down on the sheets and then got into the bed as well. Pulling him close to her she kissed him once more in a friendly, comforting way and held him throughout the night.

Ken slowly fell asleep once again. This time a deep dreamless sleep…

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Daisuke found himself once again standing in front of Takeru's house, pondering if he should knock or maybe just go in. Summoning all his courage Daisuke raised his hand and rang the doorbell once. And then he waited. And waited. And waited. Seeing that no one was going to answer he went to turn away when he heard a small creak come from behind. Turning back around he could see part of a face behind the door. A face he knew to be Takeru.

"Takeru…" Daisuke said slowly, walking towards the door. Takeru flinched back, closing the door slightly. Daisuke looked at him puzzled. "Takeru," He said again, "Please… let me talk to you. I… I need to see you again," Daisuke said slowly running a hand threw his hair. Takeru closed the door and Daisuke sighed, 'Well… at least I tried…' He thought reluctantly turning away from the door once again. But his attention was caught once more as he heard a lock click and the door creak open once more. 'Yes!' He yelled in his mind once more turning to face the door.

Takeru didn't say anything, just opened the door and walked over to the living room where he then proceeded to pick up a half empty bottle of beer.

Daisuke followed him in, taking careful note of the mess around the house. "Ah… Takeru, what happened?" He asked, walking into the living room. "And are you drinking beer?" He asked astounded. Takeru just simply looked around the living room, and shrugged, then looked to the beer in his hand and shrugged once more. Daisuke was starting to get fed up. "Takeru," He got no response from the boy. "Takeru!" He said louder this time. Still nothing. Losing his patience he walked up to his lover and grabbed the bottle from his hands.

"Hey!" Takeru cried standing up from the couch. "You have no right! No damn right!" He started to yell.

"I think you've had enough," Daisuke said simply and stared at the bottle. "So… how's Ichijouji?" Daisuke asked slumping slightly.

Takeru gasped, "How… how do you… how did you…" He stammered.

"Last time I came over… He pulled up right before I left…" Daisuke told him, still staring at the bottle. "But hey, it's no big deal, I told you I wanted you to be happy, with or without me, and I guess this Ichijouji guy make you happy ne?"

Takeru just stared at him, unmoving eyes wide with horror, "Daisuke… I didn't mean… I never wanted you to…" He started, Daisuke cut him off.

"No, don't. I told you not to promise, and so for me to be mad at you would be hypocritical of me… So I'm not," He took a deep breath, "I just want you to be happy."

"You make me happy Dai…" Came the quiet reply, "Always you…" A single tear slipped out of his eye.

"'Keru," Daisuke walked over to him and hugged him tightly. "You make my happy too… But you got someone else to think about… Someone who I know is special to you…" He kissed Takeru's forehead.

"I don't want to lose you again…" Takeru said as his grip on Daisuke became constricting.

"I don't want to lose you again either 'Keru…" Daisuke sighed and sniffed in the smell that was Takeru. Still the same as it was before… ginseng and a sweet honey…

"I love you Dai…" Takeru mumbled into his shirt.

"I love you too 'Keru," Daisuke said holding him closer.

The two of them stood like that until they heard something drop behind them. Turning they saw Ken Ichijouji standing in the doorway the briefcase he was holding now lying on the ground unmoving. A look of seer horror plastered on his face.

'No, oh god no…' Ken thought in his head.

"Ken…" Takeru said quietly pulling away from Daisuke. "Ken, I can explain!"

But Ken wasn't listening; collapsing he held his hands over his ears and was shaking his head furiously muttering, "No, no, no, no, no, no…"

Takeru moved away from Daisuke and walked over to where Ken had dropped, Daisuke just stood there dumbfounded.

"Ken," Takeru said as he tried to put a hand on Ken's shoulder.

"No!" Ken yelled as soon as he felt the contact. "No!" He yelled again, "How… how could you… how could you do this to me…" Ken asked his voice muffled from his hands.

"Ken… you don't understand… Dai and I—" Ken cut him off.

"So you already call him by his nickname?" Ken yelled. "You would hardly call me Ken until almost a year after we met!" Ken yelled throwing his hands up.

"Ken! Will you listen?! I'm trying to tell you that—" Ken stopped him again.

"Don't…" Ken said. Takeru blinked.

"Don't?" He asked.

"I don't want to hear it… I don't want to hear anything about him," Ken slowly started to get up and glared at Daisuke. "You…" He said walking towards him, "You are the cause of all this…" He stopped so there were only an inch apart. "But…" He said raising a hand to Daisuke's chin, "I can see why Takeru choose you," He ran a hand down Daisuke chest and leant forward to whisper in his ear, "Beware slut," His hand rested on Daisuke crotch, "You don't know what I'm capable of," and gave it a tight squeeze. Daisuke's eyes winded with pain as Ken let go and started to walk away.

"Ken!" Takeru yelled running after the bluenette, catching his arm he turned Ken towards him, "Ken please… let me explain," Takeru begged, still holding his arm lightly.

Ken sighed; "Meet me at the café at seven. If you're late, I'll leave," He told him.

Takeru smiled gratefully, "Thank you Ken!" He was about to hug him when Ken grabbed his briefcase and walked out the door.

Takeru sulked back into the living room. "'Keru, I'm sorry… it was a big mistake coming to find you I…" He was stopped as Takeru firmly placed his lips on his own.

"Shut up," He said smirking and grabbed his hand, "No talking, I just want to be with you…" He sighed and placed his head on Daisuke chest.

"Sounds good…" Daisuke said as he wrapped his arms around the blonde. "Sounds just fine…"

Tbc…

Well that's it for now. More to come hopefully!

Ken: You made me a rapist victim?!

BlueMoon: Yes. Yes I did. I'm sorry Ken-chan… But I needed you to be bitter about something!

Ken: And you choose that?!

BlueMoon: Ahh… Yes?

Dai: Don't worry Ken! It'll all work out in the end!

Ken: Yeah… for you and 'Keru. What happened to your obsession with Takeken?

BlueMoon: Oh it's till there. But I've found a love for Daikeru too!

Ken: Oi…

BlueMoon: Well that's it! Until next chap! Bey, bey!

---BlueMoonEmpress---