My Sundown
A Takouji fic
Chapter Three – Bring Me to Life
AN: As before, this is STILL Yaoi/Shounen-ai, so if that bothers you might want to leave. ^^ I'm sorry if this chapter is too long for some of you, but my dad took my internet connect for awhile and I've had nothing better to do than read and write. O.o;; But…you don't mind TOO much, do you? =D

Original Character you'll need to remember:
Tsuzuki – Takuya's own, one boy fan club.
Arashi – Takuya's girlfriend.
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED THE LAST CHAPTER!! =3
Disclaimer: Everything related to Digimon is copyrighted to its respective owners. I, sadly, own nothing (except the plot) but I'd be willing to share Kouichi if you big corporate guys are willing to. =D

Kouji wasn't a social creature by nature, so by all accounts, sitting admit a large group of his peers made him extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't understand why, when just moments before he'd been having the time of his life, he was suddenly thrust into this situation, but he figured that it wasn't wise to question fate.

Beside him sat Takuya, with a rather bored, stale look on his face, his left arm thrown carelessly across the back of Arashi's chair. She was giggling at something the boy to her left had just said. The boy, who had his long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, smiled winningly at her. His purple eyes flashed with surpressed lust, and Kouji wondered idly why Takuya wasn't telling the other guy to back off.

Kouji took a minute to look around the table, and decided to try and quay his unease; he tried to put names to faces. Beside him sat a bubbly girl with wild red hair pulled into a long braid. Her red eyes blinked back at him intently when she caught him looking, and he remembered that she was on the girl's kendo team. Her name was Hikaru Shidou. Beside Hikaru sat another blonde haired girl who was talking animatedly to a tall red haired man sitting next to her. He nodded occasionally, but his attention seemed more focused on the blonde haired boy who was sitting beside him. Scratch that, practically in the taller man's lap. Kouji recognized the boy and the girl as the Mikage twins, Aki and Aya respectively.

The last occupant that was sitting at the round table seemed to only be definable by one word – intriguing. His black hair was wild, more so wild that Hikaru's had been, and his intense gold eyes were intent on the book that was lying open on the table before him. He shifted slightly, gave a sigh, and looked up, catching Kouji's stare. For a moment, the world stopped, and all the breath that had been in his lungs seemed to escape his body; as if the other boy had all but sucked the air from Kouji's lungs with his very lips. The boy gave a brief, halfhearted grin, before he went back to reading his book.

Kouji came back to reality when someone nudged him sharply in the ribs. Looking to his left, Takuya's face loomed inches from his own.
"Wanna get out of here?" the boy asked, an almost pleading tone in his voice. Kouji nodded readily.
The brown haired boy grinned thankfully and stood, raising his arms above his body in a very feline type of stretch.
"Oi, minna, I apologize, but I've got to get Kouji home."
"Oh but darling we just got here!" Arashi complained, getting to her feet and grabbing Takuya by the collar of his leather jacket. She pressed her body fully against his, as if the feel of her curves might make the brunette change his mind.
"Sorry Arashi, but you know how it is…" he gave a shrug, "his brother's-"
"You're Kouichi's twin, aren't you?" a deep voice asked, and Kouji turned back to the black haired, golden eyed boy.
Kouji gave a weak nod. "Yeah…how'd…?"
"He's my partner in Physics. He talks about you a lot. Says you've been sick lately."
"Um…yeah, I have…" what was it about the other boy that made him so nervous; made his hands sweat and his voice quiver?
"There! You see? Kouji's been sick and –"
"Oh but James can take him home! Can't you James? You will won't you?" Arashi pressed the golden eyed boy, her blues flashing, promising pain if he refused.
Kouji silently wondered what the petite girl could do to harm the black haired boy, who, when standing, bulged with muscles and stood at over six feet.
"I supposed I could. I was just about to leave actually." James murmured.
"See! No reason you have to leave! And I'm hurt you came here with him instead of me! You KNOW Tuesdays are the only nights Daddy works late and he won't know if I stay out past my curfew. And what was up with you two dancing? ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION! TAKUYA?!" Arashi lashed out and slapped her boyfriend on the arm, making the boy wince.
"I was listening Arashi." Takuya replied dully, rubbing his arm gingerly.
"Then answer me!" she spat, slapping him again. Kouji watched the exchange in surprise; he never figured Takuya would be the type to just stand there and take someone slapping him.
"It was just really crowded…we had to dance close…"
"You were hanging on him!"
"I tripped." He fibbed. The dark haired boy felt his chest constrict painfully. But surely…SURELY Takuya had felt what he'd felt? That perfect, at home feeling that felt so comforting after the years of loneliness he'd experienced.
God, don't play with me Takuya, not like that. I couldn't stand it if you played with me like that.
Kouji looked down at the floor in a very depressed manner.
"Don't worry about him Takuya, I'll get him home safe." James said, and he strode around the table to put an arm around Kouji's shoulders.
The brunette gave a resigned sigh. "Ok, but let me walk you out?"
"TAKUYA!" Arashi slapped him again.
"He'll be right back Arashi, leave him alone." Aya spoke out of no where, an irritated look crossing her face.
Tossing a grateful look over his shoulder, Takuya followed James and Kouji as they wove their way through the crowded dance floor. The three reached the door in a matter of minutes, and as Kouji turned to step out the door, Takuya caught his hand and pulled him close.
"I'm so sorry about all this Kouji. I should have remembered that everyone comes here on Tuesday nights with Arashi."
"It's alright."
"I'd like to make it up to you."
"By coming back next Tuesday?"
Takuya gave a weak laugh. "No. Could you meet me outside you apartment complex at midnight tonight?"
"Tonight…?"
"Please?"
Kouji seemed to ponder it for a moment, but then he nodded. "Alright."
Takuya's face broke into a wide smile. "Excellent. See you later." He said, leaning forward to place a kiss on the other's unsuspecting lips. Before Kouji could say another word, the brunette disappeared back into the crowd.
"Lets go." James said from somewhere beside him.

"Thanks for taking me home." Kouji said, looking out the window of the small English car James owned. It was black, and sleek, and when the dark haired boy had first sat down inside it he noticed how clean it looked and smelled. It was such a change from Takuya's borrowed motorcycle, but not necessarily a bad change.
"It's no problem. You looked about as out of place as I felt."
"YOU didn't look out of place at all." Kouji remarked, thinking that the dark haired boy looked like he belonged anywhere he wanted to be.
James gave a hearty laugh. "I know I didn't LOOK out of place, I FELT out of place."
"Don't you like Arashi?"
"Not particularly."
"Then why…?" Kouji left the question unfinished.
James shook his unruly head.
"I'm a foreign exchange student from England. Japanese schools are hard to get by in, especially when someone like me, who looks so different, comes along. Arashi was the first person to talk to me and at first she was really nice, but eventually she just turned into this…monster. She's like Hitler reincarnated as a female. Which makes it about twenty times worse. You know…hormones and shit."
Kouji laughed, surprising himself, and tried to smoother his mirth with one hand. James glanced over at him.
"You know, you remind me of my best friend. His name was Vikky."
"Bikky?"
"Urm…close enough. Anyway, Vikky was a lot like you. He was really shy and quiet…and had a HUGE crush on this guy but was terrified to tell him about it."
"Excuse me?"
"You DO have a thing for Takuya don't you?"
"Is it that pathetically obvious?"
"Actually, no. Kouichi's been harping on about it for the last few days."
Kouji grumbled inaudibly.
"Well, anyway, Vikky got really depressed about this guy that he had a crush on, right? He'd just CONVINCED himself that the guy didn't feel the same way. It was really hard for him, as, you know, he hadn't even told anyone he was gay yet. So he took a bottle of sleeping pills one night before he went to bed."
Kouji flinched at those words, as he knew that he himself had come close countless times to doing that very same thing.
"What…what happened to him?"
"Well his roommate at school, that would be me, noticed the empty bottle before he actually fell asleep, and went and got the nurse and headmaster. But too many pills got into his system before they pumped his stomach and he…" James trailed off, voice cracking.
"He…died?"
"No," the black haired boy whispered, "no, he lived, but just barely so. He's stuck in a wheelchair, and he can't move or talk. He's a vegetable."
"Oh."
"You want to know the worst and most ironic part of it all? It was me he was in love with, and I was in love with him."
Kouji was silent the rest of the ride home.

After the black haired boy dropped Kouji off at his place, the boy stayed in an intense sort of trance for the better part of an hour. James' story seemed to have made some sort of lasting imprint on his mind, and he couldn't help but feel like that was HIS story, that was HE AND TAKUYA instead of James and Bikky. Sure, it didn't make sense to think like that, but he couldn't help but feel that way.
Checking the clock, Kouji noticed he still had a good three hours before it was midnight. Sneaking out of his room and to the hall closet, he tried to be as quiet as possible so as to not disturb his brother and Junpei who were cuddling on the couch, watching a movie. He pushed aside several everyday jackets before he found his heavy winter coat in the very back. Reaching inside one deep pocket, he pulled out a battered purple book, and shoving it under his shirt, he snuck back into his room.
It wasn't that he liked hiding things from Kouichi, but he'd always been afraid that his brother would discover this particular book and call him a sick freak for reading it. He couldn't help it if homoerotic horror stories struck his fancy. And this one was his absolute favorite. He remember blushing and stuttering helplessly as he asked the sales clerk behind the counter at the bookstore to help him find it. But in the end it had been worth it. Poppy Z. Brite's Exquisite Corpse was an engaging story filled with real and believable characters that, despite their somewhat murderous nature, Kouji couldn't help but love. And, he noted to himself as he opened the paperback to the first chapter, the hot sex doesn't hurt either.
Sometime after the third chapter, Kouji put on his headphones to listen to Evanescence's Bring Me to Life. He was well aware that his love of this song was bordering on obsessive, but when reading about Tran getting sliced from breastbone to his crotch, he always liked something blasting in his ears to keep him sane. He hated picturing the lithe body of his favorite character being cut open. But sometimes, when feeling particularly depressed, he'd read that passage over and over again, just to see if he could, in someway, put himself into the Vietnamese boy's body; to feel the cold steal of a knife slashing him open so he could die in the most agonizingly erotic way.
He finished the book twenty minutes before midnight, as he was a fairly apt reader, so he messed around in his room for a bit before getting himself a small snack and taking the elevator down to the bottom floor. He nodded to the nighttime security officer and went to stand outside the doors to wait for Takuya. He didn't have to wait long.
The other boy came roaring into the parking lot two minutes past midnight. He unsaddled the motorcycle with a grace only he could muster, and came walking up to Kouji in a confident, but slightly nervous manner.
"Hey," he greeted, stopping some three feet away from the dark haired boy. Kouji raised an eyebrow at him.
"You wanted to make it up to me…how?" he asked, slightly miffed that Takuya had came empty-handed. He thought he'd AT LEAST get some chocolate or a late night movie out of the other boy.
"God, Kouji…just shut up." The brunette rasped in a confused voice, shoving him up against the nearest wall and proceeding to kiss him senseless.
Much better than chocolate, Kouji silently amended, wrapping his arms around Takuya's neck to pull him as close as possible.
After what felt like an entirety of intense kisses, the two pulled apart, both breathless and aroused.
"Kouji…I want…I want you." Takuya murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of the other's neck. The breath hitched in Kouji's throat.
"But…Arashi…"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT ARASHI, DAMNIT! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU?!"

"You can't possibly…" The dark haired boy couldn't take his friend's declaration. It was too close to what he really wanted, too close to want his heart of hearts yearned so desperately for.

Takuya stepped back from him, his eyes impossibly wide and embarrassed.
"I thought…Kouji, tell me you feel the same. PLEASE."
"And if I don't? If I can't?" the dark haired boy asked, stepping closer toward his friend.

Takuya heaved a heavy, heartbroken sigh. "Then I'll leave, and we can forget that this ever happened."

"…then…I guess…I feel the same."

"KOU-"

"BUT – and I mean this in all seriousness, Takuya. I want you to make absolutely one-hundred-percent sure that this is what you want. I can take losing you as a friend again, but…not this. This would KILL me. I couldn't…I just couldn't…" a broken sob escaped Kouji's throat, and Takuya reached out instantly to haul the other boy into his arms. It was rather awkward, what with the shorter brunette trying to hold the taller Kouji in a dominating sort of embrace, but they somehow managed. Just as they somehow managed to stumble into the building and into the elevator, or into Kouji apartment and into his room without waking the snoozing Kouichi whom was asleep on the couch.

The lovemaking was soft caresses and tickles, inexperienced hands learning the other's body with passionate desire. It was like being born again, and all Kouji could do was laugh with careless glee as they rolled about and kissed intimately.

They fell into one another's arms around dawn, completely exhausted and sated. Neither Kouji nor Takuya could remember a more peaceful slumber.

Takuya woke sometime after noon, the unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, feeling of another warm body wrapped around his. Kouji was cuddled into his right side, sleeping peacefully, both arms clutching at his waist as if terrified he'd leave while the other was asleep and powerless to stop him. Grinning wildly, he kissed the top of Kouji's head and shifted out of his lover's embrace to get up. He head to pee something fierce, and as much as he'd love to stay and watch the dark haired boy's continued repose, he knew he just couldn't hold it in anymore. It was, after all, what had woken him up.
He stumbled out of Kouji's bedroom and into the bathroom just across the hall, still naked as the day he was born, figuring that Kouichi had gone to school without his twin. Closing the door behind him, he started to relieve himself, sighing in complete and total delight. There could be nothing better than a morning piss after a full night of passionate love making, there just couldn't be.
But then, as if on cue, the bathroom door flew open and banged against the wall, an irate looking Kouichi standing in the doorway.
"Well, isn't this PLEASANT?" he seethed, looking ready to drink Takuya's blood.
Takuya had the grace to look embarrassed. "It was…"
Finishing up, the brunette shook himself and washed his hands, drying them on the towel that was hanging over the shower curtain's rod.
Kouji suddenly appeared behind his brother, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. "What's going on?" he asked, yawning. Takuya's heart melted at the adorable sight.
"That's what the hell I'd like to know." Kouichi snapped, placing his hands on his hips. Takuya stifled a laugh at the girlish gesture.
"Isn't it obvious?" the brunette asked, shifting around the fuming older twin to cuddle up behind his lover. Kouji leaned back into the embrace contently.
"Takuya stayed the night…" Kouji drawled out, sounding as if he were talking to a preschooler.
"And what, you two had wild monkey sex all night, IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?!"
"No," Takuya said instantly, slightly annoyed at his former friend's attitude, "we made LOVE, if you must know."
Kouji blushed crimson.

"THAT'S IT! YOU! I'm gonna KILL YOU!" Kouichi roared, launching himself at the brunette, ready to rip him to shreds.

"KOUICHI!" Kouji cried, astounded. His twin had NEVER behaved like this; he couldn't imagine why he was now. Putting himself between his lover and his twin, Kouji caught the fuming Kouichi and held him tightly against his boxer-clad frame.

"The hell's your problem?!" Takuya yelled, backing away from the almost foaming at the mouth other boy. He looked ready to kill, and Takuya wasn't really up to being Kouichi's prey. Not when there was so much more love making to be had with Kouji.

"You touched my brother! You used him!"

"I did not!"

"YOU DID, TOO!" Kouichi roared, breaking free of Kouji's grip and jumping to tackle Takuya. The brunette shrieked and made to go in the opposite direction, but Kouichi grabbed at his ankles and he went crashing into the wall. Something hard hit him on the head, and he blacked out.

"I canNOT believe you acted like that."

"Kouji, just two weeks ago this guy wouldn't even look at you, much less acknowledge your existence. What makes you think he can actually be in love with you?"

"Can't you just be happy for me? PLEASE? This is what I want."

"You didn't even tell me that you loved him…"

"Well…I do. Better late than never, right?"

"Kouji…"

"Arg,"

Takuya groaned as he came to, his brown eyes blinking up at the bleary figures hovering over him. When he recognized one as Kouichi, he made a loud noise of disapproval and held his hands out in front of him like a shield. The eldest twin turned away with an amused snort.

"Hey, you okay?" Kouji asked, caressing the side of his face delicately. He leaned into the touch gratefully, and noticed that his head was nestled in the taller boy's lap.

"Perfectly fine. I got to wake up to you twice today." He said lovingly, attempting to sit up to smother the other boy in passionate kisses just to show Kouichi how much he really was in love, but his head swam and the vision blurred before his eyes, making him collapse back into Kouji's warm lap. Not necessarily a bad place.

"Could that line get anymore corny?" Kouji asked with a laugh, leaning over to kiss Takuya on the lips. Kouichi cleared his throat disapprovingly. They continued on, ignoring him.

Figuring that he could do with being a bit more considerate of Kouichi's feelings, Takuya pulled away from his lover's lips, licking them to savor the boy's lingering taste. He tried to sit up again, and with Kouji help, he did. He looked up his old friend, and for the life of him couldn't bring himself to be angry, or even upset, with the older twin. He did have Kouji best interests at heart, and figuring that fighting would lead them in circles, he held out his hand for Kouichi to shake.

"Hey," he said softly, soothingly, hoping the other would catch on, "I'm sorry this all started out so bad. I can understand why you're so upset with me, but please believe me when I say that I do really care about Kouji. And it would make me feel fifty times better if you would shake my hand, help me up, tell me what the hell hit me on the head, and be okay with this."

Kouichi hesitated for a moment before grabbing Takuya's hand in a bone-crushing grip.

"I believe that you care about Kouji, and I appreciate you trying to make amends with me, but I want you to understand three things. One, I'm not okay with Kouji and you being lovers. Two, I'm not okay with you popping back into my brother's life and expecting that to be just fine and dandy. You hurt him Takuya, really hurt him, do you get that? He's not one of the idiots that follow you around. You shouldn't treat him like he is; respect him. And three, if you two are going to carry on this…RELATIONSHIP, I would like if you'd take things a bit more slow, for Kouji's sake."

"Kouichi!" came Kouji outraged cry, but Takuya shushed him. Kouichi helped pull the brunette to his feet, and when the ex-goggled one was standing up at his full height, he shook Kouichi's hand heartily.

"You, sir, have got a deal."

Whee! Another chapter, joy to the freakin' DIGITAL WORLD! XD Oh, and don't none ya worry, it's gonna get plenty more angsty in the next few coming chapters. Aren't we all excited? Calm down now…XD
Anyway, I think I'm done. ^_^
Please review!
Owari,
- Ember

P.S. – If anyone noticed the Fake reference, good for them! ^_^ Anyone confused tho? Alright, I shall explain. Fake is an uber shibby Shounen ai manga draw by Sanami Matoh. In it, there is a character named Bikky. The ASSUMED reason as to why it's Bikky and not Vikky (because the story is located in New York, and all the rest of the characters have English names) is because there's no 'V' in the Japanese language. That's why I added in that part where Kouji says Bikky, just because I like being difficult. XD If you'd like to know more about Fake (which, I think you should want to, as it's such a lovely story, and Dee and Ryo have such hot kissing scenes) go to . It has just about the best Fake site around!