Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. 'tis Toei's! So don't sue me, please. I need the money for college.
Author's Notes: Ah, what the heck. I might as well give it a shot. If it doesn't work, you guys can just shoot me, okay? I give you full permission. Anyways, you should all be used to this by now if you're a regular reader, but this story has angsty Yamato and Taito. Ah, good times, good times. And no, this is not a rapefic or a cutfic, for once. I know, it is quite amazing. But I wanted something different, something you don't see much in fanfics, and I had the idea and it was begging me to write it. So I'll try. Well.. anyways..
Sortilege
by: butterflie, formerly known as Crimson Goddess
Prologue - Forbidden Cruelty
"Curse you, Nyusumi," I muttered under my breath, as I shifted the weight of my guitar to my other shoulder. "Only you would insist on holding band practice until one in the morning."
I was tired and cranky, and all I wanted was to just get home as quickly as possible and sleep. Band practice had not been fun tonight. Ratsuii was in a bad mood, Kenji was high on energy and annoying the hell out of everyone-as a result, Ny got irritated and made us all work longer. I'm sure his neighbors will thank him for it in the morning, too.
I walked as quickly as my guitar would let me, taking all the shortcuts I could. I'd just turned down an alleyway when I heard the beginnings of someone's muffled scream before it was cut off. Without even thinking about it, I continued on down the alley, my steps cautious and hesitant. "Oh God," I moaned. My knees buckled and I dropped my guitar case as I got close enough to see what I'd heard. I watched in frozen horror for a few moments, not believing what I was seeing and not really wanting to.
He looked up just then, and at one look at his eyes, I yanked up my guitar case and ran, dragging the damn thing along the ground, only wanting to get out of there as fast as possible before it happened to me. The image of the bleeding, mutilated naked girl he'd just killed was burned on to my eyes, and I kept seeing her as I ran.
I was just running into the apartment building when I bumped into someone. I hit the floor hard, my banged up guitar case flying halfway across the lobby. "Oof!" I lay there, the breath knocked out of me, terrified out of my mind, unable to get that poor girl out of my head. That guy murdered her, in cold blood he'd murdered her. Stabbed her with a knife and then taken the knife to her body, destroying it.. My stomach lurched then, and I only just managed to not bring my dinner back up.
"Yamato?" I looked up at the man I'd bumped into. It was Dad. "Yamato, are you okay?"
I opened my mouth to assure him I was fine, no problem here, just not watching where I was going. My mind, however, had a different idea.
I started to cry.
Prologue fin
Author's Notes: So, there it is. Interesting, huh? Real short. It's just a little teaser, not very well written. Should I continue? Is it utter crap that I should trash, right now? Let me know, okay? I named the fic after a song by The Seeker, one of my favorite ...well, two person bands.