"Dreams That Fall Apart" by Luke's Dragon
Disclaimer
Its not mine and if you don't know that by now then you probably never will
A/N
Although Matt and Davis are probably my two favorite characters from Digimon I've never written a Yamasuke At least until now anyway. Although saying that it doesn't start out as Yamasuke in the first chapter but don't worry it will be later.
Things you should be aware of this fic will (eventually) contain Yamasuke that is a homosexual pairing between Matt and Davis. There's also bits of Daikeru (Davis and TK) and Mira (Sora and Mimi) and Taito (They do sleep around a lot don't they?) so if homosexual stuff in fics upsets/worries/offends you don't read it, or if you do don't complain you weren't warned. It starts off with Matt and Sora (Sorato) together as well so if you have anything against that be warned, although if you've read all of this part you'll know they're not going to be a couple for all of the fic. Anyway there's nothing too hardcore in this fic, sorry but I'm just no good at writing sex scenes.
Ages are Matt, Tai and Sora 21, Mimi 20, Davis, TK and Kari 18, work anyone else out from there.
The song that Matt talks about is "Heaven" by Bonnie Tyler
Chapter I – Haunted Dreams and Lonely Friends
~~~ Motomiya Apartment 04:30~~~
Daisuke sat bolt up right in bed awoken from sleep by another nightmare. They had been coming more and more lately. It always seemed to be the same thing, there were sometimes changes of scene, or scenario but always the same person and always the same ending, him waking up distraught. He was starting to dread going to sleep because he knew that as soon as he closed his eyes it would start again and then he would wake up with a scream and covered in sweat. Strange really since for the most part the dreams were pleasant experiences and if nothing else it was as close as he seemed to get to his crush lately.
The crush, the big secret the thing that no matter what else happened was always on his mind. The thing that tore him up inside the thing that made him write depressing poetry and listen to dark rock music, the thing that woke him up screaming every night. His best friend's brother, the boyfriend of one of his closest friends, the second bearer of the crest of friendship. Yamato Ishida.
Well how could he not be so besotted with him? Everything about him was so perfect, his hair, his stunning looks, that beautiful singing voice that Davis wished was singing all those songs to him. He'd lost count of the amount of times he had been to one of Matt's concerts wishing so much that it could be him Matt was with after the show not her. Ridiculous really, the amount of times Matt had complained to Davis that his sister was stalking him and he was doing the self same thing, only so many more times worse, at least his sister was the right gender for Matt. Davis hated it, knowing that there was no way that he would ever have a chance with the one person he wanted more than anything. Even trying would probably get him beaten up and end up with him loosing several friends. Maybe that wasn't even true anymore he didn't get on with the others as well as he used to do, they all seemed to have a special someone who they would rather be with than him. Fair enough really, after all who would rather spend time with a loser like him than their lover? Certainly not Matt, he couldn't remember the last time they had a proper conversation although he imagined it would have been about Jun. Considering how much Matt meant to him Davis hardly ever made the effort to talk to him either, although he told himself it was because he would probably tell him everything. That would probably be the quickest way to ruin his life forever. Matt couldn't know that he was in love with him. Hell Matt couldn't even know Davis was gay, it was a secret he had kept to himself for all of his life. He had known defiantly ever since he was a teenager, although all the memories of his adventures before hand seemed to focus on guys, and there were all the little details that just seemed to add up to the fact that he was, well whatever name people wanted to give him it didn't matter.
Reaching over to his alarm clock Davis noticed that it was 04:28 so it was still too early to get up, anyway he was tired, probably lack of sleep. But still he did not want to go back to sleep he was still haunted by the last barrage of dreams and had no desire to go through that again tonight. The dream always featured him and Matt as a couple, happy and accepted by all their friends. It was an ideal world where the two of them were happy. But happiness wouldn't last too long sooner rather than later something would happen. The most common ending by far though was Matt leaving him in the rain, always in the rain for some reason. Then he would just stand there as the skies poured down on him, totally alone without any hope of ever finding anyone as wonderful as Matt. Sometimes Davis thought seriously about just leaving, maybe packing his bags and leaving his home and everything about his childhood behind, making a new start somewhere else, somewhere he could be himself. Other times in his darkest moments he thought about leaving it all behind, a knife, a bottle of pills and then no more pain. He'd never found the courage but it just seemed like it would be so much better than the god forsaken world he endured every day where he was just alone regardless. A world where awful things happened to good people, where people left you when you needed them the most, where no-one seemed to care about him or understand. And worst of all a world where his beloved Matt was straight and happy with his childhood sweetheart.
~~~Takenouchi Apartment 04:35~~~
Davis was wrong on several counts, despite the fact that it was still the dead of night Matt was still up. His girlfriend Sora had taken him against his will to one of Tokyo's premier nightclubs. It was one of many parts of the relationship he did not like. Matt liked music; he was in a band and went to lots of bars and clubs either playing gigs, scouting out other bands or just with friends. The important fact was music should have words and preferably guitars, he was not keen on dance music. Especially in view of the fact that he was pretty sure that the same song had been playing for the entire night, although it seemed incredibly unlikely that anyone would be sick enough to make one of the 'club anthems' last six hours. Despite this he had gone with Sora and tried his best to look as though he was having a good time. Jut like his time in the Digital World he put on a mask and pretended everything was fine. It wasn't fine of course, the clash of personalities was a major factor but more and more he was convinced that there was someone else. Not that Sora was cheating on him; it was something different, like she was in love with someone else who she couldn't have so she was with him as a second choice. Although he couldn't really say anything about that, Sora wasn't his first choice either, but that had all been a long time ago and it was done, dusted and dead. He had promised himself that he would make Sora happy and for the three years they had been together he had thought that they were both happy, but lately…Hah! It reminded him of a song he'd heard a long time ago it was something by his mother's favorite singer, something he hadn't heard since he and Taichi had been…friends.
//In the middle of a sleepless night, got a feeling and it just ain't right these feelings just grow in my mind.
Something's missing in the way we kiss, never had so many nights like this, feels like a dream but it's true.
Oh I know I don't take you to heaven anymore, I can tell by the way you touch me it's nothing like before, I know I don't take you to heaven anymore. I can tell by the way that you make love to me it's nothing like before
In the middle of a lonely day though you're with me you're so far away, we used to be close, real close.
Baby can't you see the danger signs a love like ours is hard to find, something's gone wrong can't you see?
I know I don't take you to heaven anymore, I can tell by the way you touch me it's nothing like before
I know I don't take you to heaven anymore. I can tell by the way you make love to me it's nothing like before. //
What scared him the most though was the fact that they made love on a regular basis, although not so much lately but if they were to have a child…Matt couldn't bear to think of himself turning out just like his parents. In the kitchen he could hear Sora on the telephone she had gone to make coffee half an hour ago, he hadn't heard the phone ring so she must have rung someone herself. Knowing he shouldn't really be doing this Matt snuck up to the closed door to the kitchen and tried to hear what she was saying. All he could catch was the end of the conversation but it seemed to fit with what he thought was going on.
"There's no point anyway, it'd never work. I'll speak to you later"
Matt dashed back to the couch before Sora came in, minus any trace of coffee, but he decided to let it pass without comment. Anyway it looked as if Sora had something to tell him.
"I've decided to go away for a few days"
"Oh"
"Just to stay with friends, nothing major"
"I haven't done anything wrong have I?"
"No, of course not darling, I just fancied going to visit some friends for a while"
She hugged him tight, but neither calling him 'darling' or her kisses reassured Matt in the slightest. Something between them seemed to have left, the passion and fire that had once been was gone, maybe it had never been there to being with, he had just wanted so much to find a girl he could love that he had imagined all the feelings he though he had once felt. No, that couldn't be true all this time he had spent with her couldn't be a lie he loved her. But it didn't seem to work the more times he told himself he was in love or the more times Sora said there was nothing wrong, the less he believed it.
