::Going Under::
By: Sixth Child
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or anything else mentioned in this fiction, and the plot is somewhat based off the book The Voice of the Night by: Dean Koontz. The title is taken from the song Going Under by: Evanescence.
Rating: R
Pairings: Kouji/Kouichi
Warnings: AU, OOC-ness, horror, yaoi, blood, murder, character death, lossa stuff.
Notes: This takes place when Kouji and Kouichi are 16 years old. The digital world ever existed, this is clearly alternate universe.
Bahh!! I lost my Kouichi bracelet!! T_T Well, sorry this chapter came out so late, I've been kinda busy. Note: Don't mind when the scenes change and the sections are kinda short. It's supposed to be that way. Well, on with the show!
Flames will be fed to Roy, and please review, and I'll love yoo!
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Kouji walked briskly into the small brick building, dubbed the library. He was happy to rid himself from the intense heat of the afternoon sun, as it was shining down mercilessly upon him through his twenty-minute walk to the paper-filled facility. Taking a brief look around, he dropped the four books he had checked out onto the return desk.
Kouji walked into the most familiar part of the library, which was the area designated for people to sit in comfortable arm chars and happily read they're books. The area was lighted by the bright sun, which shone through the many clean windows. He chose the seat at the very end, a large red chair that was over-stuffed and easily the comfiest. The only reason this chair wasn't already occupied was because he was the only one in that part of the building.
After a few minutes spent tapping his fingers along the wooden table beside him, Kouji rose briefly and walked to the closest section to him, which was the music section, filled with biographies of the most popular artist and books filled with musical scores of classical and rock. He randomly chose a book entitled "The Beatles Live!" from the shelf and walked back to his chosen seat.
A few more minutes passed, and Kouji was enjoying the many pictures in the large book, when he heard a familiar voice.
"Hey," Kouichi said nonchalantly. He took the seat beside his brother, which was a blue chair with only one arm. Kouji looked up from his piece of literature to his brother, and was surprised to see him wearing a t-shirt, as they rarely are ever seen on either of the twins. Kouji also noticed that Kouichi was wearing an all-too familiar bracelet, which now barely fit around his wrist. Kouji remembered how when they were small, they had each gotten one from their mother for their sixth birthday. The bracelets were exactly the same, a thin silver band with clear beads on either open end to easily adjust the size. Kouji wore his own, as always, on his left wrist, but was surprised to see his brother wearing his.
Kouichi noticed his twins gaze on his wrist and decided to speak up. "We got some new books in this morning." He said, knowing that Kouji would be interested.
"Okay." Replied Kouji, following his brother as they walked moderately through the library. He was glad that Kouichi worked there, that way he could get the newest releases without having to put his name on the waiting list months in advance. Another plus was that he could come and visit his brother when ever he wanted to, without Kouichi's boss telling him to get back to work or anything, they could talk quietly while Kouichi shelved books.
When they reached the stocks room, Kouichi went over to a small box and pulled out three rectangles. A Dean Koontz novel and two mangas. Kouji thanked his briefly as he took the books from his brother. "I'm surprised to see you wearing that again." Kouji said, gesturing to the silver band around his twin's wrist.
"Yeah…" Kouichi toyed with the bracelet, "I guess I misplaced it before." He smiled as he saw the same metal band around Kouji's wrist, were it has always been.
After they checked out the chosen books, the twins headed back to the small apartment building alone the sidewalk that was flooded with leaves and small sticks from nearby trees. A few minutes' walk brought them back to the shady building, just longing to entangle unsuspecting prey in its hold of pain and anguish.
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"I told you not to go out without fucking telling me first damn it!!" A fist collided with an already bruised face, sending Kouji to the carpeted floor. His mother was whimpering helplessly in the kitchen as his father has his fist fun with him. Another blow was delivered to his head, causing his vision to go temporarily black.
Then he heard his brother's angry voice, followed by a yell from his father. Kouji just lay on the stained carpet, expecting demons to come and take him away in his dark gaze. Suddenly he felt his body being lifted by strong arms, and he was being carried. Kouji could feel the warmth of his bed as he was set down upon it and a slam of a door, more muffled yells, then the sound of a lock being clicked.
Banging could be heard on the wooden door for a moment, but then it ceased, defeated. Kouji blinked and his vision wasn't dark anymore, he could see again. A pair of arms suddenly enveloped him, and he leaned back so he was leaning against the wall. Kouji wrapped his own arms around his brother, and noticed he was shaking.
"Damned fucking bastards. I'll fucking kill them all, and let their bloody corpses rot forever in this pit of Hell. Then they'll know what it's like…." Kouichi's voice was laced with hatred.
Kouji didn't know how to respond to his brother's sudden anger, so he just stayed quiet. Kouichi shifted slightly in their embrace, so that Kouji was leaning into him. Kouji shut his eyes contently; glad to be away from the yelling and pain, escaping into his brothers welcoming arms….
Sleep soon followed Kouji, and nightmares of the past soon were revealed to the eyes of the dreamer.
Pain… it's hard to remember happy times, laughter, smiles… How long has it been since I've seen my mother smile? I wish I could rid her of the tears that refused to cease.
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Kouji was sitting on his bed, indulging himself in the Dean Koontz novel he checked out; One Door Away From Heaven. He was already on the fifth chapter, as he had been reading for the last hour. It was a slightly confusing book; the point of views change with every chapter, which makes it hard to follow.
Kouichi walked into the room that he and his brother shared, closing the door behind him. He walked to Kouji's bed and sat down next to him, just as Kouji turned the next page. Kouichi peeked at the novel in his twin's hands, and blinked a few times, before pulling it out of Kouji's grasp and taking it for himself. He looked at it blankly for a moment, then turned to the other boy.
"Do you know what door is one away from Heaven?" Kouichi asked, no feeling detected in his voice.
Kouji blinked. "Hell?"
"Death. You have to die to go to Heaven." Kouichi handed the book back to Kouji.
"Why are you so... fascinated with death?" Kouji asked, searching for the right term to use for his brother's 'fascination.'
Kouichi was quick to respond. "Because it's something that humans don't know, can never experience until it's too late to print it in papers and books."
"I guess so…"
"We all have our hobbies, right?"
"Yeah."
"So mine is death. It's that simple." Kouichi paused. "Are you afraid of death?"
"Sure, everyone is."
"I'm not."
Kouji decided not to respond to that statement.
"You shouldn't fear something that's so unknown. Who knows, maybe when you die you go to a place that's better than where you are right now. "
A sudden emptiness erupted in Kouji's eyes, and he looked away from his brother's intense gaze.
Kouichi gasped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything." He also looked away uncomfortably.
Kouji looked back. "I know."
