Innocence Lost: Chapter Two
A/N: Thank you to those that reviewed. You truly made my day ^_^ Here is the second part to my story. I feel that it is better than the first, so I hope you like this one more, but if you don't then that's okay too. This chapter is kinda slow, but the third one is where all the action happens...Hmm...third chapter...
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I am not that creative...
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'All this time Yamato had been going out and having sex with boys?' T.K couldn't get over it. He re-read Yamato's words in his mind over and over again. It was just so weird, so, different. He had also assumed all those phone numbers were from crazed girls who were in love with his band, but no, they weren't. They were from guys he picked up in bars. 'That's low Yama, that's really low.' But he must have been doing something right, or else he wouldn't be so happy all the time. T.K wondered if the reason he was so happy was because of what he got from the other men. What could men have the woman didn't? T.K felt a shiver up his spine. It was just weird.
He had left Kari's hours ago, he couldn't take her whining any more. Now he found himself sitting in a park, watching children chase birds. He had to think seriously about this. Should he bring it up? Should he just pretend nothing happened? What would Yama do if he thought T.K was reading hid diary? He would kill him, that's exactly what he would do. He didn't want to die, not yet. Although sometimes he did...
Okay, so Yamato was gay. He could deal with that...in time, now moving onto the next issue: His lack of a life. What was he supposed to do about that? It's not like his friends were wild, and he went to parties every other day. The only parties he went to were birthday parties, and they were heavily guarded by parents. While he was sitting at home reading, Yama was out, living it up. Going to clubs, getting action.
T.K wanted that more than anything. He wanted the freedom to do whatever the fuck he wanted, but he couldn't have it. He craved it so badly, if he could just...maybe his brother would help him. He always tried, but was it really the best idea to leave his life up to his brother. An individual who lacked all responsibility? He shook his head disapprovingly. What could he possibly be thinking? Follow in Yamato's footsteps? Yamato who slept at strangers homes every night? Just thinking about it was funny. So why did T.K want it so badly?
Maybe he'd just spend one night out with him. Just one night. He would probably hate it and never try it again. Once he cured his curiosity he could just settle back into his nice, safe routine. His awfully boring, pathetic routine. 'What can I do to make my life interesting?' He couldn't think of a thing. He could get new friends, not that he disliked his current ones, he just needed something new and refreshing. He felt trapped.
Takeru's watch beeped, informing him that it was six-thirty. It was almost time for dinner, and he were to be late his mother would kill him. He jumped off the bench and began walking home, quickly. 'Yama doesn't even have to be there. I do. Why? Maybe if I was more like him then she would give me more leeway. That's all I want.' He walked even faster. Just the image of his mother yelling at him was motivation enough to be there early.
He arrived four minutes to seven, and his mother didn't seem to mind. He left out a sigh of relief when he realized he would go this day scold-free. He placed his jacket in the closet and sat down at the table. His mother was just placing the bowls of soup on the table. She looked happier than usual. Ever since Yama had moved in she had seemed so stressful, now she seemed, cheerful. It caught T.K off guard, and he didn't know how to respond. He decided to ask her about it. He hoped it wouldn't offend her. If he were to ask her why she was happy now, then she would accuse him of thinking that she was an unhappy person. She had a habit of twisting things around.
"Mom?"
"Yes dear."
"You seem quite happy today. Do you mind if I ask why?"
She smiled at him, a first in a long time. "I..." She trailed off. She looked uncertain about what she was going to say. Then she began again, with more confidence. "I met someone. He's very nice, I think you'll like him. He's coming to dinner."
She had blurted it all out so fast T.K could barley catch on to what she had said. Only a minute after she had said it did he give a reaction.
"What?"
She placed the third bowl of soup next to hers and sat down across from T.K. "His name is Keitaro Mizuki. He's a very nice man, a professor. I think you'll get along with him quite well."
T.K thought that this was just great. First Yamato turned out to be gay, and now his mother was bringing home her secret lover. He was the only one without something interesting happening in his life.
"Sounds good. When's he com-"
The buzzer rang, and his mother ran to the door, literally. She opened the it and there on the other side was on older man, considerably older than his own father, with large glasses, graying hair, and a briefcase. She hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the check, then led him into the house. T.K didn't like him already. Like he needed more people in his life. They both walked to the table and sat down. T.K could feel the older man scanning him with his eyes.
"Is this the famous Yamato I've heard so much about?"
That was it, T.K didn't like this guy at all. The way he had said that statement was extremely sarcastic, and even slightly rude.
"No, Keitaro, this is the good one." She said it with a smile, as her eyes pleaded to Takeru.
The good one? What exactly had she told this man?
"So then you must be Takeru. You know I had an uncle with that same name."
Oh, T.K was so impressed. This man was even more boring than he was. He nodded in agreement, then began spooning his soup into his mouth. If his mouth was full he wouldn't have to talk to him. Obviously, Mr. Mizuki did not catch on to this and continued talking.
"What grade are you in now?"
"Nine."
"Oh, you just started high school? I remember when I first started high school. I hated it. I felt like I was too smart to be there. You know what I mean, don't you? I heard you were quite the genius."
T.K sighed heavily, this was going to be a long night. "I wouldn't say genius."
The older man looked at him with surprise. He must have not been used to people be humble. He loudly slurped his soup, then placed his spoon back in the bowl. "Nonsense. You are a genius! And don't you let those fools at your school make you think otherwise. My only suggestion to you, is that you drop that silly baseball and take some grade ten courses instead." He nodded to his own statement. T.K could feel himself becoming vexed. His mother obviously caught onto this and quickly changed the subject. For the next hour all they talked about was politics, and the legal system. Things T.K had absolutely no interest in. Unfortunately he was not allowed to leave the table until every one was done eating, and this Mizuki character had not touched his second helping of soup, due to the fact that he would not shut up. T.K eyed the knife on the table sadistically.
The door swung open, and a sober Yamato walked calmly into the apartment. His eyes were immediately drawn to the stranger at the table. Yamato, not one to pussyfoot around, got straight to the point. Being blunt was his specialty.
"Who are you?" His eyes didn't ease up, even after his mother gave him an 'it's okay' look.
"You must be Yamato. I am right this time, right?" He laughed as he looked over to their mother for return amusement. She laughed weakly, but apparently this display was enough for him.
"I am Yamato, now who are you?"
"I am Prof. Keitaro Mizuki."
This answer did seem to please him, you could still see the anger on his face. "And you are here because?"
His mother stepped in, and explained everything to him. To every one's surprise, the boy didn't seem to care. He just listened, rolled his eyes, then grabbed some soup and went into his room. T.K silently cursed his brother for leaving him alone with the talker from hell. For the rest of the night, he never touched his soup. T.K should have just asked to be excused, but was not forward like that. No, not old obedient T.K. He sat there for two more hours and listened to the man lecture him on which university was best to go to.
Finally, he got up, signifying that he was leaving. Takeru could not be happier. He began laughing with joy inwardly. The older man kissed his mother good-bye, and bowed to him, then was gone. T.K could feel a imaginary tear run down his cheek. His mother turned to him, a guilty look on her face.
"I'm sorry, he can go on for a while."
"Yeah well...are you seriously considering this guy?"
She looked at her son in shock. "Yes! What's wrong with him!"
Oh, now he had done it. Now he was going to get a real talking to. Why didn't he just keep his mouth shut? "N-nothing! I was just--"
"Just what?"
"I just wanted to know if you were serious that's all!"
"Look Takeru, maybe he's not your type, but he's good for me. And I don't care if you like him or not! He treats me well, and we have a lot in common! If you have something to say about it, then keep it to yourself, understand?"
"Mom I just--"
"Understand!"
"Yes."
"Good. Now it's passed ten, maybe you should go to bed."
"But it's only ten!"
"You've had a long day, go to bed. Now."
This always happened to him. Every day she would go off on him for no reason. For once he thought he'd be able to go one day without getting one of her little diatribes. He was wrong.
He trudged to his room, then knocked loudly on the door. Yamato had a tendency to lock it, even though it was technically it was their room, and even more T.K's than his. After all he had been their first. His brother was slow to answer but he did eventually, and T.K walked in and flopped down on his bed. Yama joined him on his bed as well. He sighed and felt a small ball of anger inside him, ready to release itself. But as usual, he just pushed it down further, and saved it for a rainy day.
"That guy was a jackass, eh?"
T.K rolled his eyes into his head and let his tongue hang out as if he were dead.
"Why didn't you just leave the table?"
"I couldn't."
"I didn't see a ball and chain around your legs."
"But mom--"
"Screw mom. Takeru, you're sixteen, live your life already! Are you going to spend the rest of your life being mom's bitch?" The older boys sighed. "Why do I even bother? I never get through to you."
"Show me how."
This startled Yamato, and he stared at T.K, confusion on his face. "Show you how to what?"
"Live my life, stop being mom's bitch."
"It's easy! Just do whatever the fuck you feel like doing! Don't over-think things. Just do it."
"You mean be careless, and impulsive?"
"See, there you go again. Over-thinking. Just do it!"
"You sound like those shoe ads."
"Stop being such an ass."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I'm going out tonight, come with me."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Mom said I had to go to bed."
T.K heard a large slap, then felt a burning spread across his face. It took him a few seconds to respond. "Ow!"
"Do you hear yourself? I mean really, do you fucking hear yourself?" Yamato took mocking tone to his voice. Obviously imitating T.K. "Mom said I had to go to bed! Mom said I have to do homework! I need mommy to wipe my ass! Shit!"
T.K raised himself to a siting position. "Fine, I'll go out with you. But if I get in trouble--"
"What? What if you do get in trouble? You think you can have fun and not get into trouble?" A wicked grin spread across Yamato's face. He leaped off the bed and ran to the closet. He returned a minute or two later with some very flashing clothing. "Put this on."
"Absolute not."
"Why?"
"Those are way too tight, and just plain ugly."
"You know how many times I've been laid in this? Put it on."
T.K's mind flashed back to what he had read earlier. 'Yeah, laid by guys.' He looked up at his brother he was visibly growing impatient. "Let me choose something."
"Fine, just hurry up. I gotta meet some people."
T.K walked over to the closet and decided on wearing loose fitting jeans and a button down shirt Yama suggested. Yama had complained that the attire he had chosen was something you would wear to the mall with your girlfriend, not to a club. But T.K didn't listen, and they were off. T.K couldn't stop shaking.
A/N: Thank you to those that reviewed. You truly made my day ^_^ Here is the second part to my story. I feel that it is better than the first, so I hope you like this one more, but if you don't then that's okay too. This chapter is kinda slow, but the third one is where all the action happens...Hmm...third chapter...
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I am not that creative...
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'All this time Yamato had been going out and having sex with boys?' T.K couldn't get over it. He re-read Yamato's words in his mind over and over again. It was just so weird, so, different. He had also assumed all those phone numbers were from crazed girls who were in love with his band, but no, they weren't. They were from guys he picked up in bars. 'That's low Yama, that's really low.' But he must have been doing something right, or else he wouldn't be so happy all the time. T.K wondered if the reason he was so happy was because of what he got from the other men. What could men have the woman didn't? T.K felt a shiver up his spine. It was just weird.
He had left Kari's hours ago, he couldn't take her whining any more. Now he found himself sitting in a park, watching children chase birds. He had to think seriously about this. Should he bring it up? Should he just pretend nothing happened? What would Yama do if he thought T.K was reading hid diary? He would kill him, that's exactly what he would do. He didn't want to die, not yet. Although sometimes he did...
Okay, so Yamato was gay. He could deal with that...in time, now moving onto the next issue: His lack of a life. What was he supposed to do about that? It's not like his friends were wild, and he went to parties every other day. The only parties he went to were birthday parties, and they were heavily guarded by parents. While he was sitting at home reading, Yama was out, living it up. Going to clubs, getting action.
T.K wanted that more than anything. He wanted the freedom to do whatever the fuck he wanted, but he couldn't have it. He craved it so badly, if he could just...maybe his brother would help him. He always tried, but was it really the best idea to leave his life up to his brother. An individual who lacked all responsibility? He shook his head disapprovingly. What could he possibly be thinking? Follow in Yamato's footsteps? Yamato who slept at strangers homes every night? Just thinking about it was funny. So why did T.K want it so badly?
Maybe he'd just spend one night out with him. Just one night. He would probably hate it and never try it again. Once he cured his curiosity he could just settle back into his nice, safe routine. His awfully boring, pathetic routine. 'What can I do to make my life interesting?' He couldn't think of a thing. He could get new friends, not that he disliked his current ones, he just needed something new and refreshing. He felt trapped.
Takeru's watch beeped, informing him that it was six-thirty. It was almost time for dinner, and he were to be late his mother would kill him. He jumped off the bench and began walking home, quickly. 'Yama doesn't even have to be there. I do. Why? Maybe if I was more like him then she would give me more leeway. That's all I want.' He walked even faster. Just the image of his mother yelling at him was motivation enough to be there early.
He arrived four minutes to seven, and his mother didn't seem to mind. He left out a sigh of relief when he realized he would go this day scold-free. He placed his jacket in the closet and sat down at the table. His mother was just placing the bowls of soup on the table. She looked happier than usual. Ever since Yama had moved in she had seemed so stressful, now she seemed, cheerful. It caught T.K off guard, and he didn't know how to respond. He decided to ask her about it. He hoped it wouldn't offend her. If he were to ask her why she was happy now, then she would accuse him of thinking that she was an unhappy person. She had a habit of twisting things around.
"Mom?"
"Yes dear."
"You seem quite happy today. Do you mind if I ask why?"
She smiled at him, a first in a long time. "I..." She trailed off. She looked uncertain about what she was going to say. Then she began again, with more confidence. "I met someone. He's very nice, I think you'll like him. He's coming to dinner."
She had blurted it all out so fast T.K could barley catch on to what she had said. Only a minute after she had said it did he give a reaction.
"What?"
She placed the third bowl of soup next to hers and sat down across from T.K. "His name is Keitaro Mizuki. He's a very nice man, a professor. I think you'll get along with him quite well."
T.K thought that this was just great. First Yamato turned out to be gay, and now his mother was bringing home her secret lover. He was the only one without something interesting happening in his life.
"Sounds good. When's he com-"
The buzzer rang, and his mother ran to the door, literally. She opened the it and there on the other side was on older man, considerably older than his own father, with large glasses, graying hair, and a briefcase. She hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the check, then led him into the house. T.K didn't like him already. Like he needed more people in his life. They both walked to the table and sat down. T.K could feel the older man scanning him with his eyes.
"Is this the famous Yamato I've heard so much about?"
That was it, T.K didn't like this guy at all. The way he had said that statement was extremely sarcastic, and even slightly rude.
"No, Keitaro, this is the good one." She said it with a smile, as her eyes pleaded to Takeru.
The good one? What exactly had she told this man?
"So then you must be Takeru. You know I had an uncle with that same name."
Oh, T.K was so impressed. This man was even more boring than he was. He nodded in agreement, then began spooning his soup into his mouth. If his mouth was full he wouldn't have to talk to him. Obviously, Mr. Mizuki did not catch on to this and continued talking.
"What grade are you in now?"
"Nine."
"Oh, you just started high school? I remember when I first started high school. I hated it. I felt like I was too smart to be there. You know what I mean, don't you? I heard you were quite the genius."
T.K sighed heavily, this was going to be a long night. "I wouldn't say genius."
The older man looked at him with surprise. He must have not been used to people be humble. He loudly slurped his soup, then placed his spoon back in the bowl. "Nonsense. You are a genius! And don't you let those fools at your school make you think otherwise. My only suggestion to you, is that you drop that silly baseball and take some grade ten courses instead." He nodded to his own statement. T.K could feel himself becoming vexed. His mother obviously caught onto this and quickly changed the subject. For the next hour all they talked about was politics, and the legal system. Things T.K had absolutely no interest in. Unfortunately he was not allowed to leave the table until every one was done eating, and this Mizuki character had not touched his second helping of soup, due to the fact that he would not shut up. T.K eyed the knife on the table sadistically.
The door swung open, and a sober Yamato walked calmly into the apartment. His eyes were immediately drawn to the stranger at the table. Yamato, not one to pussyfoot around, got straight to the point. Being blunt was his specialty.
"Who are you?" His eyes didn't ease up, even after his mother gave him an 'it's okay' look.
"You must be Yamato. I am right this time, right?" He laughed as he looked over to their mother for return amusement. She laughed weakly, but apparently this display was enough for him.
"I am Yamato, now who are you?"
"I am Prof. Keitaro Mizuki."
This answer did seem to please him, you could still see the anger on his face. "And you are here because?"
His mother stepped in, and explained everything to him. To every one's surprise, the boy didn't seem to care. He just listened, rolled his eyes, then grabbed some soup and went into his room. T.K silently cursed his brother for leaving him alone with the talker from hell. For the rest of the night, he never touched his soup. T.K should have just asked to be excused, but was not forward like that. No, not old obedient T.K. He sat there for two more hours and listened to the man lecture him on which university was best to go to.
Finally, he got up, signifying that he was leaving. Takeru could not be happier. He began laughing with joy inwardly. The older man kissed his mother good-bye, and bowed to him, then was gone. T.K could feel a imaginary tear run down his cheek. His mother turned to him, a guilty look on her face.
"I'm sorry, he can go on for a while."
"Yeah well...are you seriously considering this guy?"
She looked at her son in shock. "Yes! What's wrong with him!"
Oh, now he had done it. Now he was going to get a real talking to. Why didn't he just keep his mouth shut? "N-nothing! I was just--"
"Just what?"
"I just wanted to know if you were serious that's all!"
"Look Takeru, maybe he's not your type, but he's good for me. And I don't care if you like him or not! He treats me well, and we have a lot in common! If you have something to say about it, then keep it to yourself, understand?"
"Mom I just--"
"Understand!"
"Yes."
"Good. Now it's passed ten, maybe you should go to bed."
"But it's only ten!"
"You've had a long day, go to bed. Now."
This always happened to him. Every day she would go off on him for no reason. For once he thought he'd be able to go one day without getting one of her little diatribes. He was wrong.
He trudged to his room, then knocked loudly on the door. Yamato had a tendency to lock it, even though it was technically it was their room, and even more T.K's than his. After all he had been their first. His brother was slow to answer but he did eventually, and T.K walked in and flopped down on his bed. Yama joined him on his bed as well. He sighed and felt a small ball of anger inside him, ready to release itself. But as usual, he just pushed it down further, and saved it for a rainy day.
"That guy was a jackass, eh?"
T.K rolled his eyes into his head and let his tongue hang out as if he were dead.
"Why didn't you just leave the table?"
"I couldn't."
"I didn't see a ball and chain around your legs."
"But mom--"
"Screw mom. Takeru, you're sixteen, live your life already! Are you going to spend the rest of your life being mom's bitch?" The older boys sighed. "Why do I even bother? I never get through to you."
"Show me how."
This startled Yamato, and he stared at T.K, confusion on his face. "Show you how to what?"
"Live my life, stop being mom's bitch."
"It's easy! Just do whatever the fuck you feel like doing! Don't over-think things. Just do it."
"You mean be careless, and impulsive?"
"See, there you go again. Over-thinking. Just do it!"
"You sound like those shoe ads."
"Stop being such an ass."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I'm going out tonight, come with me."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Mom said I had to go to bed."
T.K heard a large slap, then felt a burning spread across his face. It took him a few seconds to respond. "Ow!"
"Do you hear yourself? I mean really, do you fucking hear yourself?" Yamato took mocking tone to his voice. Obviously imitating T.K. "Mom said I had to go to bed! Mom said I have to do homework! I need mommy to wipe my ass! Shit!"
T.K raised himself to a siting position. "Fine, I'll go out with you. But if I get in trouble--"
"What? What if you do get in trouble? You think you can have fun and not get into trouble?" A wicked grin spread across Yamato's face. He leaped off the bed and ran to the closet. He returned a minute or two later with some very flashing clothing. "Put this on."
"Absolute not."
"Why?"
"Those are way too tight, and just plain ugly."
"You know how many times I've been laid in this? Put it on."
T.K's mind flashed back to what he had read earlier. 'Yeah, laid by guys.' He looked up at his brother he was visibly growing impatient. "Let me choose something."
"Fine, just hurry up. I gotta meet some people."
T.K walked over to the closet and decided on wearing loose fitting jeans and a button down shirt Yama suggested. Yama had complained that the attire he had chosen was something you would wear to the mall with your girlfriend, not to a club. But T.K didn't listen, and they were off. T.K couldn't stop shaking.