bInnocents Lost/b
A/N: Okay so this is my first fic. Please be gentle with the comments. I only except constructive criticism. So yeah, that's about it for now. I may change the first chapter a bit, you know, make it better and all. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I'm so happy! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I would like to, but I can't, so I'll just weep in my darkened room.
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Takeru has always been the sweet, caring, innocent, good little brother. He was the yin to his older brothers yang. While TK had been studying, Yamato was out getting drunk or high with strangers. It had never bothered TK, that was just the way things were. He never thought badly of his brother, or judged him like many others chose to do. But by TK's sixteenth birthday, his role in the family began to bore him. For this celebration he received astrology books, picture frames, a calculator, and a bird house making kit. He did enjoy the gifts, but as he received them, the memory of his own brother sixteenth birthday three years prior flooded his mind. The older blonde had been bought a car, CDs, and giving insane amounts of money. 'Why?' TK would ask himself. 'Why did he always get the cool stuff? A car...' The present hadn't lasted long of course, because two months later Yamato had driven the smooth black vehicle into a telephone booth while driving drunk. Mr. Ishida scolded the boy for approximately two minutes, then patted the boy on the back and said "boys will be boys." TK knew if he were to ever to anything like that his parents would never forgive him.
Things had gotten worse one year later. His father had been accepted at one of the top paying television studios in America. Yamato refused to move there, and suggested he move in with his mother and TK. After some extensive planning, the deal was set, and now his brother was there, always there. Shoving all of that freedom into his face. TK was the one with the curfew. He never knew why, it's not like he ever went out. TK was the one with all of the responsibility. Yamato never had to do anything, he would only 'screw it up.' As his mother so politely put it.
His birthday party was long and disappointing, but when it was finally over he decided he needed some rest. He flopped down on the bed and buried his face in his soft silk-like pillow. It smelled like heavy cologne. Yamato had been sleeping in his bed. TK winced as he practically gagged on the stench. He quickly removed the pillowcase, his favorite pillowcase, and switched it with another one. He changed into his sleeping attire: Boxers and a long shirt, then went to bed. He awoke five hours later to someone violently shaking him. He sleepily opened his eyes to see who it was. The blonde figure was blurry, but soon became clear.
"Yama?" He looked up at his brother, murderous thoughts running through his head.
"Hey! You're up! Happy birthday!" Yamato's eyes were wide and genuine, slightly bloodshot as well...
"That was yesterday." TK scowled.
"It was? Shit, man I'm sorry..." Yamato drifted off, his eyes looked distant, and slightly sad. "I got you a present. You want it?"
"Now?" Takeru look across the room at the glowing red numbers on his clock. "It's three fifteen, in the morning."
"So then you don't want it?"
"What is it?"
The corners of Yamato's mouth turned upwards in an evil grin. He ran over to his bed adjacent to TK's and came back a few seconds later holding out a long strip of brightly colored condoms. He waited for the expression on TK's face...waited...waited...even through the dark Yamato could see the bright shade of red his younger brothers face was turning. He began laughing wildly despite the hour. TK grabbed at it quickly and through it to the ground.
"Yama! What if mom saw these?"
He continued giggling. "They're flavored!" His eyes bulged as he tried to suppress his amusement. "Try one on!."
TK wanted nothing more then to swat this fly away, and he did so, weakly. His brother caught on eventually and moved over to his own bed.
"You're so boring TK. Seriously, you need to get laid."
TK held his tongue, for his knew all too well that if he made a snotty remark about his brothers life style, the two would not be talking for quite some time. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea... The younger boy drifted off into a deep sleep, and dreamt of his awfully boring party.
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TK felt a light tap on his shoulder.
"Wha...?"
It was his mother. She smelled of fresh perfume, which was the first indicator that she was going out.
"Takeru, can you hear me?"
TK made a nodding motion.
"I'm going out okay hunny? I don't know when I'll be back, but my cellphone is on, okay? You remember the number right?"
TK nodded again.
"Good." She kissed him on the forehead and was gone.
It took him another hour just to get out of bed, but once he finally did, he decided it would be best if he took a shower in hopes of it waking him up further. He stood in the tub letting the warm water fall over him. 'Another boring day.' He began humming to himself, something he often did in the shower. It made the act more interesting. 'I need to have some fun in my life.' He began washing his torso. He always started with the torso, it was part of the routine. 'I'll go over to Kari's house. She'll complain to me about Daisuke...Tai will barge in and ask if we've been making out. Kari will explain to him for the gazillionth time that we're just friends...' He laughed to himself. A bitter laugh. He was a sad thought to know that he could predict his own day without having started it yet.
He quickly got out of the shower and wrapped a towel tightly around his waste. He grabbed his previously discarded cloths and walked into his room. He dropped them, then began rummaging through his closet. 'What to wear. What to wear? Does it even matter?' He grabbed his usual attire and slipped it on. 'Maybe I should wear one of moms dresses. That would be new and exciting.' He smiled to himself as he seriously pondered it, but eventually decided against it. What would the neighbours think?
He was almost out the door when he remembered he hadn't put his necklace on yet. His father had bought him and Yamato one each before his left. TK never left the house without it, unless Yama and taken it of course, which he often did. For some reason his brother could not tell the difference between the two, which TK though strange because the two looked nothing alike. His brothers was a crimson tiger, and his was the Japanese character for 'hope'. Yamato thought Takeru's was cooler, as so he would always say and helped himself to his whenever he felt like it.
The blue-eyed boy walked into their room and began searching frantically for the treasure. 'Where is it? Where did you put it Yama?' He walked over to the smaller, messier bed and lifted up all of the sheets and shook them. Nothing. Then he lifted the pillows, revealing a little black book. 'A diary? Yamato has a diary?' TK smirked. That's a little...feminine...
He knew he shouldn't have. He was going to put it away. He really was. But he found himself flipping through the pages. 'Let's see why you get to have all the fun and I don't.' TK flipped to the most recent entry. One Yamato had written two days earlier.
/iIt's me again. Sora's party was boring as fuck and I found myself slowly falling asleep. That was the first sign that I needed to get out of there. I was on my way to the door when Izzy stopped me to talk about some computer program I had never heard of before. I wanted to squash him like a bug. Instead a smiled politely and listen to him go on and on for almost an hour. By then I wanted to scratch my eyes out, so I made up some excuse, I think I told him I had to work the next morning or something, and he allowed me to go. Finally once I was out in the night air I felt rejuvenated again and made my way down to Club Trixy. That ass of a body guard wasn't there today so I finally got it. It was a lot nicer than I had imagined. There were many beautiful people there. I had a few drinks and made my way to the middle of the dance floor. I danced seductively, hoping to attracted the attention of a nice looking pair I saw earlier. They took notice and joined me. We practically had sex on the dance floor. After two hours of grinding we couldn't take it anymore, and I followed them both to their apartment. We got high and fucked until six in the morning. They were really cute too. I got their number, I'm hooking up with them again tomorrow. I can't wait. Tamoshi gives really good head. Later./i
TK's eyes hung on the last sentence. 'Tamoshi? Isn't that a guys name?' TK's eyes widened, he dropped the book and cupped his mouth. He found himself slightly shaking. 'He's gay? Yamato is gay? No! He can't be!' TK had no problem with gays and lesbians at all, but for Yamato to keep something such as this a secret, for how long? How long had this been going on? TK lifted the book up carefully placed it back on the bed, making sure to cover it with the pillow. He left the room silently and headed over to Kari's. For the next three hours, all he could think about was what he had read, and not about what Kari had to say about Daisuke.
A/N: Okay so this is my first fic. Please be gentle with the comments. I only except constructive criticism. So yeah, that's about it for now. I may change the first chapter a bit, you know, make it better and all. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I'm so happy! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I would like to, but I can't, so I'll just weep in my darkened room.
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Takeru has always been the sweet, caring, innocent, good little brother. He was the yin to his older brothers yang. While TK had been studying, Yamato was out getting drunk or high with strangers. It had never bothered TK, that was just the way things were. He never thought badly of his brother, or judged him like many others chose to do. But by TK's sixteenth birthday, his role in the family began to bore him. For this celebration he received astrology books, picture frames, a calculator, and a bird house making kit. He did enjoy the gifts, but as he received them, the memory of his own brother sixteenth birthday three years prior flooded his mind. The older blonde had been bought a car, CDs, and giving insane amounts of money. 'Why?' TK would ask himself. 'Why did he always get the cool stuff? A car...' The present hadn't lasted long of course, because two months later Yamato had driven the smooth black vehicle into a telephone booth while driving drunk. Mr. Ishida scolded the boy for approximately two minutes, then patted the boy on the back and said "boys will be boys." TK knew if he were to ever to anything like that his parents would never forgive him.
Things had gotten worse one year later. His father had been accepted at one of the top paying television studios in America. Yamato refused to move there, and suggested he move in with his mother and TK. After some extensive planning, the deal was set, and now his brother was there, always there. Shoving all of that freedom into his face. TK was the one with the curfew. He never knew why, it's not like he ever went out. TK was the one with all of the responsibility. Yamato never had to do anything, he would only 'screw it up.' As his mother so politely put it.
His birthday party was long and disappointing, but when it was finally over he decided he needed some rest. He flopped down on the bed and buried his face in his soft silk-like pillow. It smelled like heavy cologne. Yamato had been sleeping in his bed. TK winced as he practically gagged on the stench. He quickly removed the pillowcase, his favorite pillowcase, and switched it with another one. He changed into his sleeping attire: Boxers and a long shirt, then went to bed. He awoke five hours later to someone violently shaking him. He sleepily opened his eyes to see who it was. The blonde figure was blurry, but soon became clear.
"Yama?" He looked up at his brother, murderous thoughts running through his head.
"Hey! You're up! Happy birthday!" Yamato's eyes were wide and genuine, slightly bloodshot as well...
"That was yesterday." TK scowled.
"It was? Shit, man I'm sorry..." Yamato drifted off, his eyes looked distant, and slightly sad. "I got you a present. You want it?"
"Now?" Takeru look across the room at the glowing red numbers on his clock. "It's three fifteen, in the morning."
"So then you don't want it?"
"What is it?"
The corners of Yamato's mouth turned upwards in an evil grin. He ran over to his bed adjacent to TK's and came back a few seconds later holding out a long strip of brightly colored condoms. He waited for the expression on TK's face...waited...waited...even through the dark Yamato could see the bright shade of red his younger brothers face was turning. He began laughing wildly despite the hour. TK grabbed at it quickly and through it to the ground.
"Yama! What if mom saw these?"
He continued giggling. "They're flavored!" His eyes bulged as he tried to suppress his amusement. "Try one on!."
TK wanted nothing more then to swat this fly away, and he did so, weakly. His brother caught on eventually and moved over to his own bed.
"You're so boring TK. Seriously, you need to get laid."
TK held his tongue, for his knew all too well that if he made a snotty remark about his brothers life style, the two would not be talking for quite some time. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea... The younger boy drifted off into a deep sleep, and dreamt of his awfully boring party.
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TK felt a light tap on his shoulder.
"Wha...?"
It was his mother. She smelled of fresh perfume, which was the first indicator that she was going out.
"Takeru, can you hear me?"
TK made a nodding motion.
"I'm going out okay hunny? I don't know when I'll be back, but my cellphone is on, okay? You remember the number right?"
TK nodded again.
"Good." She kissed him on the forehead and was gone.
It took him another hour just to get out of bed, but once he finally did, he decided it would be best if he took a shower in hopes of it waking him up further. He stood in the tub letting the warm water fall over him. 'Another boring day.' He began humming to himself, something he often did in the shower. It made the act more interesting. 'I need to have some fun in my life.' He began washing his torso. He always started with the torso, it was part of the routine. 'I'll go over to Kari's house. She'll complain to me about Daisuke...Tai will barge in and ask if we've been making out. Kari will explain to him for the gazillionth time that we're just friends...' He laughed to himself. A bitter laugh. He was a sad thought to know that he could predict his own day without having started it yet.
He quickly got out of the shower and wrapped a towel tightly around his waste. He grabbed his previously discarded cloths and walked into his room. He dropped them, then began rummaging through his closet. 'What to wear. What to wear? Does it even matter?' He grabbed his usual attire and slipped it on. 'Maybe I should wear one of moms dresses. That would be new and exciting.' He smiled to himself as he seriously pondered it, but eventually decided against it. What would the neighbours think?
He was almost out the door when he remembered he hadn't put his necklace on yet. His father had bought him and Yamato one each before his left. TK never left the house without it, unless Yama and taken it of course, which he often did. For some reason his brother could not tell the difference between the two, which TK though strange because the two looked nothing alike. His brothers was a crimson tiger, and his was the Japanese character for 'hope'. Yamato thought Takeru's was cooler, as so he would always say and helped himself to his whenever he felt like it.
The blue-eyed boy walked into their room and began searching frantically for the treasure. 'Where is it? Where did you put it Yama?' He walked over to the smaller, messier bed and lifted up all of the sheets and shook them. Nothing. Then he lifted the pillows, revealing a little black book. 'A diary? Yamato has a diary?' TK smirked. That's a little...feminine...
He knew he shouldn't have. He was going to put it away. He really was. But he found himself flipping through the pages. 'Let's see why you get to have all the fun and I don't.' TK flipped to the most recent entry. One Yamato had written two days earlier.
/iIt's me again. Sora's party was boring as fuck and I found myself slowly falling asleep. That was the first sign that I needed to get out of there. I was on my way to the door when Izzy stopped me to talk about some computer program I had never heard of before. I wanted to squash him like a bug. Instead a smiled politely and listen to him go on and on for almost an hour. By then I wanted to scratch my eyes out, so I made up some excuse, I think I told him I had to work the next morning or something, and he allowed me to go. Finally once I was out in the night air I felt rejuvenated again and made my way down to Club Trixy. That ass of a body guard wasn't there today so I finally got it. It was a lot nicer than I had imagined. There were many beautiful people there. I had a few drinks and made my way to the middle of the dance floor. I danced seductively, hoping to attracted the attention of a nice looking pair I saw earlier. They took notice and joined me. We practically had sex on the dance floor. After two hours of grinding we couldn't take it anymore, and I followed them both to their apartment. We got high and fucked until six in the morning. They were really cute too. I got their number, I'm hooking up with them again tomorrow. I can't wait. Tamoshi gives really good head. Later./i
TK's eyes hung on the last sentence. 'Tamoshi? Isn't that a guys name?' TK's eyes widened, he dropped the book and cupped his mouth. He found himself slightly shaking. 'He's gay? Yamato is gay? No! He can't be!' TK had no problem with gays and lesbians at all, but for Yamato to keep something such as this a secret, for how long? How long had this been going on? TK lifted the book up carefully placed it back on the bed, making sure to cover it with the pillow. He left the room silently and headed over to Kari's. For the next three hours, all he could think about was what he had read, and not about what Kari had to say about Daisuke.