Disclaimer: Takuya + Kouji = Takouji = the fact that I so don't own
Digimon...(no matter how HARD I wish that I did)*sighs*...
Author's Notes: Okay all you fabulous readers-since so many of you asked me to write a sequel for Eternity, I went ahead and did it-and this is it. This fic takes place five years after Eternity, and ages go as followed: Kouji/Koichi=20, Takuya and Izumi=19, Junpei=21, and Tomoki and Shinya=16.
The way I have this fic working so far, is that the first chapter is centered around Takuya, the second (which is also up with chapter one) is centered around Kouji and so on until they all come back together-which will happen at one point during this fic (I can't very well tell you when, for it'll ruin what'll probably be the best part of this...and that's all I am saying). So I hope you guys enjoy these first two chapters...and let me tell you ONE more thing about this fic-not all will be as it seems...there will be many twists and turns, and surprises throughout. If you guys liked Eternity, you'll love this one even more...but if you found this one WITHOUT having read Eternity, then I suggest that you might want to go and read Eternity- some of the stuff will be explained during this fic as to what happened in the first one, but it'll be more helpful to you if you go and read the first one. ^-~ Enjoy...(and don't forget to review and let me know what you all think!)
Rating: PG13
Warning: Yaoi/slash ahead...don't like? Then I suggest you leave now or forever hold your peace...you've been for warned...
Pairings: Takuya/Kouji w/ Koichi/Izumi
Time Setting: Sequel to first fic, Eternity-takes place five years after
Summary: Five years ago he left...and Kouji thought he'd never see him again. But when Kouji finds out that Takuya's going to the same college as the rest of them, his life is turned upside down and inside out. Unfortunately, Kouji's got bigger problems...the fact that he's got a stalker- a serious one...one who wants him for his very own. When things start getting out of control, Kouji finds himself turning to Takuya...who might be the only one who can save him...
Forevermore
(Sequel To Eternity) Author: Angel Spirit
Chapter I: Unfortunate Circumstances
It was raining.
He hated the rain.
Hated it since before that horrible, god awful night...
But at the moment, there was nothing he could do. He couldn't control the weather-and if he could, he'd just have it be all dark and cloudy-something that fitted his mood at the moment. And it sure as hell wasn't sunshine.
Nineteen-year old Takuya Kanbara stood at his apartment door in New York City, closing his eyes tightly as he wished the door would just go away and be replaced with the one that belonged to the apartment his mother and younger brother Shinya lived in, in Japan.
He hadn't seen them for five years...oh, sure, he was allowed a phone call here and a phone call there just to let them know that he was alive and doing well...
Doing well...
Takuya snorted at that, as he sighed, opening his eyes and getting out the key to the apartment. Walking into it, he shut the door behind him feeling the tears start.
He hated his life. He hated all of this. The apartment was a disaster area-again. No matter how many times he tried to clean up the place, his father would always seem to come in and mess it up...making Takuya do more work. If the apartment wasn't clean by the time the old man got home...
Takuya closed his eyes again, not wanting to think about that. Instead, he headed up the short flight of stairs to his incredibly small bedroom and tossed his school bag onto the bed. His room was probably the only clean room within the whole apartment...and his mother had thought that he was a messy person. That was an understatement.
Resigned to his fate, Takuya headed back down the stairs to do some cleaning, and at least have the apartment looking semi-clean before his father came home. Takuya shuddered a bit as he picked up a couple of beer bottles he was sure his father had downed within seconds the other night, tossing them into the small recycle box they had in the apartment-a recycle box that needed emptying badly. And there was no way in hell Takuya was going to go out in the pouring down rain and get soaking wet all over again...which, reminded him...he needed to change his clothes.
But first, he was going to clean up the kitchen-which, seemed ten times as worse since Takuya had left for school this morning. The brunette sighed...how was it that his father could be such a pig? He had never been like this when...when...
Again, Takuya closed his eyes, shaking his head. He wasn't going to live in the past. It was over, done with. And besides, dawdling within it only made him feel depressed and miserable.
Depressed. That would definitely describe the way Takuya felt most of the time. He knew he had depression...all his friends knew it too, just by watching him at school, the way he acted. But there was no way in hell that Takuya was going to admit it to his father. Not like his father would actually do anything about it anyway.
Sighing, Takuya finished cleaning up the kitchen, making a disgusted face every once in awhile as he tossed stuff out and then realized that the trash was going to have to be taken out. Letting out a groan, Takuya realized that he had no choice but to go back outside into the pouring rain and dump the trash-and he might as well take the recycles with him.
It didn't take very long to do so, but when he had gone to do it, the phone in the apartment had rung, and he hadn't been there to answer it. Instead, the person left a message-and Takuya hadn't even realized it until much, much later when his father had gotten him...drunk. Again.
It seemed to be happening more and more often these days...his father would get off working at his so-called 'Empire' and then go and hang out in the bar with the slums on the street-and come home drunker then the day before. When he did that, Takuya would often make some sort of excuse just to get out of the house...he'd learned from the first time, that it wasn't a wise idea to be around when his father was drunk.
And that time he'd only gotten away with a few minor scrapes and bruises. He didn't want that to happen again.
But tonight it seemed like he'd slipped up...and it all started with the message on the answering machine-it had been from his younger brother. Who, of all people knew not to call the apartment...Shinya knew that he had to call Takuya's cell phone when he wanted to talk to Takuya directly. It was one of the few things that Takuya's father didn't know about. The cell phone Takuya had, had been his savior and lifeline one too many times for the brunette to count. It was his only connection back home without his father finding out that he kept in touch with his mother and younger brother-and friends-back in Japan. The only reason that Takuya's father didn't know about the cell phone was because Takuya's mother had agreed to pay the cell phone bill after Takuya had bought it with money that she had secretly sent him for that exact purpose. And his mother was more then willing to pay it. It was the least she could do. But Takuya wished sometimes, that his mother could do so much more-like get him out of this hellhole.
He had been sitting upstairs on his bed doing homework...Trig. He was really starting to hate that class. He supposed that he had been too involved in working out a particular difficult problem, that he had heard his father come in, but he hadn't heard the message on the machine be played. But he had heard his father's angry growl, and Takuya felt his body tense up. He hadn't done anything, as far as he'd known, to upset his father. It was bad enough that Takuya had to keep up his grade-all A's and B's, nothing else-it would make his father unhappy. And Takuya had never been a very good student-and when he'd started High School in New York he'd been behind already as he'd register late. If it wasn't for the few friends he'd made, helping him along the way, he doubted he'd be making it as well as he had. And at the moment, he had a C in Trig-a C that if his father found out about it, Takuya knew there'd be trouble.
But there would already be trouble tonight. Takuya sensed that much as he heard his father's angry footsteps coming up the stairs, and he sighed and hung his head a bit as he continued to figure out the problem he was working on. Was there nothing he could do to make his father happy? Apparently not.
Within seconds his father had reached his bedroom door, and flung it open...standing in the doorway, looking very unhappy. Takuya felt his body tense some more as he looked up from his homework, putting on an unreadable expression-he'd gotten so good at it lately, he was starting to think that he was better at it then Kouji.
Kouji... The thought of the dark haired teen that he had left behind so quickly in Japan caused his throat to tighten a little bit. But he shook himself out of his small reverie as he faced his angry looking father.
"Uh...hey dad...so...how was work?" Takuya found himself whispering, and he winced a little bit. He hated acting like he was scared of his father. But truth be told, he was.
"Work was just fine Takuya. Unfortunately though, my day was pretty much shot when I came home and found a message on the machine...for you. From your little brother, sounding concerned about you because you hadn't called lately." Takuya bit his lower lip and looked down at his textbook, wondering if his father was slowly figuring out Shinya's deciphered message. If his father found out about that cell phone...
"So Takuya, tell me...you just called your little brother last Sunday...surely you told him everything was alright here?"
All Takuya could do was nod a little bit and try not to let the fear show.
"You haven't been doing something behind my back that I should know about, have you Takuya? Like...calling home and telling them...certain things...?"
This time Takuya shook his head. Sure, there'd been plenty of times, and plenty of opportunities as well, where Takuya wanted to tell his mom and his younger brother-someone-what was going on here. What was happening to him...but he couldn't. Here he was, the 'fearless leader' of the Digi Destined...cowering in front of the man he called his father.
"No dad...there's nothing wrong, so why would I tell them that something was wrong?" Takuya asked quietly, making believe that everything was perfect-the way his dad wanted him to do. But it was getting harder and harder to do so, and Takuya wasn't sure how long he could keep up the lies that he'd built up around him.
"I don't know Takuya...but if I do find out that you've been doing to much talking, then I'll be even unhappier now then I am at this moment." Takuya felt himself shrinking back a little bit, and nodding...not trusting himself to say anything.
And then the unthinkable happened-his cell phone rang in his bag. He'd forgotten to turn it off...
And his eyes opened wide. Who would be calling him at this time of night?!? Back at home, they all knew not to call him now...his father was home, and at least they knew how edgy his father could be, even if they didn't know all the details.
"I know that's not the apartment phone...so go ahead...answer it Takuya." Takuya let out a little groan that sounded more like a whimper as he riffled through his bag and brought out his cell phone, feeling miserable as he saw on the caller ID that it wasn't anyone he knew-someone who had dialed a wrong number.
Shakily, Takuya answered the phone...and indeed, it was someone who had the wrong number.
"Dude, sorry man I've dialed the wrong number! Sincerest apologies!" Takuya nodded at the voice on the phone, still not trusting his voice, but when he looked at his father, he sighed in resignation.
"It's okay...don't...worry about it." Takuya murmured quietly as he hung up the phone and held out the cell phone to his father for the old man to take it. He knew he wasn't going to see it again.
Instead of taking it from him though, his father knocked it rather hard out of his hand, causing a sharp pain to sear through his wrist and upper arm as Takuya bit his lip to keep from crying out as his cell phone went scattering to the floor, hitting a wall and lying silent.
"I know I didn't give you that damned thing! So who did? Your mom?!? And don't tell me that you've been using it to call that son of a bitch back in Japan..."
His father was seething and Takuya started to feel angry.
"Kouji's not that way dad!" All his father did was snort.
"Sure, right."
And that was when the fighting, and the hitting and the yelling all started.
By the time it was over, finished, Takuya felt sore all over and even more miserable then when it had all started...the cell phone had been smashed to pieces.
It had ended when someone had come knocking on the door, a voice declaring that it was the police-that someone had called in saying there was a disturbance of the peace in the apartment complex. It ended with a vase nearly being smashed into Takuya's face, had Takuya not decided to move last second, allowing it to hit the wall instead.
The cops had come through, and, upon seeing the situation, realized exactly what was going on.
Before Takuya knew it, his father was having his rights read to him, and being put in handcuffs.
Another cop came up to him and asked him if he was all right...but Takuya still felt dazed, and he felt his knees go weak.
"Whoa there son...take it easy okay? We're going to have one of the EMR's take a look at you okay? Do you hurt anywhere?" Takuya found that he couldn't answer the police officer-he was too scared as he watched while his father was hauled away. And then the tears came.
It took awhile for Takuya to really realize what was happening. The cops had called his mom in Japan, after finding out from Takuya that he indeed did have other family members, and told her a smaller version of what had happened to him. In reply, his mother had said that she'd be on the next flight to New York City.
Five years...five very long years...and it was over...right? He'd be able to finally go home, to finally see Shinya and his friends...and...Kouji...Kouji.
The very thought of the dark haired teen, made Takuya want to call him right then and there. Would he be able too though? Would they let him?
Sure enough, when Takuya hesitantly asked if he could make a phone call, they let him.
And he knew exactly whom it was that he was going to call.
One Ring...two...three...
Takuya crossed his fingers, hoping beyond hope that someone would answer at the Minomoto residence. But to his dismay, all he got was the message machine. And he didn't really want to talk to a message machine...he only wanted to talk to one person. And that one person wasn't there. When the answering machine beeped for him to leave a message, Takuya found that he couldn't.
What could he say to someone he hadn't talked too in five years? Someone he had once loved...and still loved. But someone who Takuya wasn't sure if he still loved him back. And suddenly, Takuya felt very much alone.
TBC...
Author's Notes: Okay all you fabulous readers-since so many of you asked me to write a sequel for Eternity, I went ahead and did it-and this is it. This fic takes place five years after Eternity, and ages go as followed: Kouji/Koichi=20, Takuya and Izumi=19, Junpei=21, and Tomoki and Shinya=16.
The way I have this fic working so far, is that the first chapter is centered around Takuya, the second (which is also up with chapter one) is centered around Kouji and so on until they all come back together-which will happen at one point during this fic (I can't very well tell you when, for it'll ruin what'll probably be the best part of this...and that's all I am saying). So I hope you guys enjoy these first two chapters...and let me tell you ONE more thing about this fic-not all will be as it seems...there will be many twists and turns, and surprises throughout. If you guys liked Eternity, you'll love this one even more...but if you found this one WITHOUT having read Eternity, then I suggest that you might want to go and read Eternity- some of the stuff will be explained during this fic as to what happened in the first one, but it'll be more helpful to you if you go and read the first one. ^-~ Enjoy...(and don't forget to review and let me know what you all think!)
Rating: PG13
Warning: Yaoi/slash ahead...don't like? Then I suggest you leave now or forever hold your peace...you've been for warned...
Pairings: Takuya/Kouji w/ Koichi/Izumi
Time Setting: Sequel to first fic, Eternity-takes place five years after
Summary: Five years ago he left...and Kouji thought he'd never see him again. But when Kouji finds out that Takuya's going to the same college as the rest of them, his life is turned upside down and inside out. Unfortunately, Kouji's got bigger problems...the fact that he's got a stalker- a serious one...one who wants him for his very own. When things start getting out of control, Kouji finds himself turning to Takuya...who might be the only one who can save him...
Forevermore
(Sequel To Eternity) Author: Angel Spirit
Chapter I: Unfortunate Circumstances
It was raining.
He hated the rain.
Hated it since before that horrible, god awful night...
But at the moment, there was nothing he could do. He couldn't control the weather-and if he could, he'd just have it be all dark and cloudy-something that fitted his mood at the moment. And it sure as hell wasn't sunshine.
Nineteen-year old Takuya Kanbara stood at his apartment door in New York City, closing his eyes tightly as he wished the door would just go away and be replaced with the one that belonged to the apartment his mother and younger brother Shinya lived in, in Japan.
He hadn't seen them for five years...oh, sure, he was allowed a phone call here and a phone call there just to let them know that he was alive and doing well...
Doing well...
Takuya snorted at that, as he sighed, opening his eyes and getting out the key to the apartment. Walking into it, he shut the door behind him feeling the tears start.
He hated his life. He hated all of this. The apartment was a disaster area-again. No matter how many times he tried to clean up the place, his father would always seem to come in and mess it up...making Takuya do more work. If the apartment wasn't clean by the time the old man got home...
Takuya closed his eyes again, not wanting to think about that. Instead, he headed up the short flight of stairs to his incredibly small bedroom and tossed his school bag onto the bed. His room was probably the only clean room within the whole apartment...and his mother had thought that he was a messy person. That was an understatement.
Resigned to his fate, Takuya headed back down the stairs to do some cleaning, and at least have the apartment looking semi-clean before his father came home. Takuya shuddered a bit as he picked up a couple of beer bottles he was sure his father had downed within seconds the other night, tossing them into the small recycle box they had in the apartment-a recycle box that needed emptying badly. And there was no way in hell Takuya was going to go out in the pouring down rain and get soaking wet all over again...which, reminded him...he needed to change his clothes.
But first, he was going to clean up the kitchen-which, seemed ten times as worse since Takuya had left for school this morning. The brunette sighed...how was it that his father could be such a pig? He had never been like this when...when...
Again, Takuya closed his eyes, shaking his head. He wasn't going to live in the past. It was over, done with. And besides, dawdling within it only made him feel depressed and miserable.
Depressed. That would definitely describe the way Takuya felt most of the time. He knew he had depression...all his friends knew it too, just by watching him at school, the way he acted. But there was no way in hell that Takuya was going to admit it to his father. Not like his father would actually do anything about it anyway.
Sighing, Takuya finished cleaning up the kitchen, making a disgusted face every once in awhile as he tossed stuff out and then realized that the trash was going to have to be taken out. Letting out a groan, Takuya realized that he had no choice but to go back outside into the pouring rain and dump the trash-and he might as well take the recycles with him.
It didn't take very long to do so, but when he had gone to do it, the phone in the apartment had rung, and he hadn't been there to answer it. Instead, the person left a message-and Takuya hadn't even realized it until much, much later when his father had gotten him...drunk. Again.
It seemed to be happening more and more often these days...his father would get off working at his so-called 'Empire' and then go and hang out in the bar with the slums on the street-and come home drunker then the day before. When he did that, Takuya would often make some sort of excuse just to get out of the house...he'd learned from the first time, that it wasn't a wise idea to be around when his father was drunk.
And that time he'd only gotten away with a few minor scrapes and bruises. He didn't want that to happen again.
But tonight it seemed like he'd slipped up...and it all started with the message on the answering machine-it had been from his younger brother. Who, of all people knew not to call the apartment...Shinya knew that he had to call Takuya's cell phone when he wanted to talk to Takuya directly. It was one of the few things that Takuya's father didn't know about. The cell phone Takuya had, had been his savior and lifeline one too many times for the brunette to count. It was his only connection back home without his father finding out that he kept in touch with his mother and younger brother-and friends-back in Japan. The only reason that Takuya's father didn't know about the cell phone was because Takuya's mother had agreed to pay the cell phone bill after Takuya had bought it with money that she had secretly sent him for that exact purpose. And his mother was more then willing to pay it. It was the least she could do. But Takuya wished sometimes, that his mother could do so much more-like get him out of this hellhole.
He had been sitting upstairs on his bed doing homework...Trig. He was really starting to hate that class. He supposed that he had been too involved in working out a particular difficult problem, that he had heard his father come in, but he hadn't heard the message on the machine be played. But he had heard his father's angry growl, and Takuya felt his body tense up. He hadn't done anything, as far as he'd known, to upset his father. It was bad enough that Takuya had to keep up his grade-all A's and B's, nothing else-it would make his father unhappy. And Takuya had never been a very good student-and when he'd started High School in New York he'd been behind already as he'd register late. If it wasn't for the few friends he'd made, helping him along the way, he doubted he'd be making it as well as he had. And at the moment, he had a C in Trig-a C that if his father found out about it, Takuya knew there'd be trouble.
But there would already be trouble tonight. Takuya sensed that much as he heard his father's angry footsteps coming up the stairs, and he sighed and hung his head a bit as he continued to figure out the problem he was working on. Was there nothing he could do to make his father happy? Apparently not.
Within seconds his father had reached his bedroom door, and flung it open...standing in the doorway, looking very unhappy. Takuya felt his body tense some more as he looked up from his homework, putting on an unreadable expression-he'd gotten so good at it lately, he was starting to think that he was better at it then Kouji.
Kouji... The thought of the dark haired teen that he had left behind so quickly in Japan caused his throat to tighten a little bit. But he shook himself out of his small reverie as he faced his angry looking father.
"Uh...hey dad...so...how was work?" Takuya found himself whispering, and he winced a little bit. He hated acting like he was scared of his father. But truth be told, he was.
"Work was just fine Takuya. Unfortunately though, my day was pretty much shot when I came home and found a message on the machine...for you. From your little brother, sounding concerned about you because you hadn't called lately." Takuya bit his lower lip and looked down at his textbook, wondering if his father was slowly figuring out Shinya's deciphered message. If his father found out about that cell phone...
"So Takuya, tell me...you just called your little brother last Sunday...surely you told him everything was alright here?"
All Takuya could do was nod a little bit and try not to let the fear show.
"You haven't been doing something behind my back that I should know about, have you Takuya? Like...calling home and telling them...certain things...?"
This time Takuya shook his head. Sure, there'd been plenty of times, and plenty of opportunities as well, where Takuya wanted to tell his mom and his younger brother-someone-what was going on here. What was happening to him...but he couldn't. Here he was, the 'fearless leader' of the Digi Destined...cowering in front of the man he called his father.
"No dad...there's nothing wrong, so why would I tell them that something was wrong?" Takuya asked quietly, making believe that everything was perfect-the way his dad wanted him to do. But it was getting harder and harder to do so, and Takuya wasn't sure how long he could keep up the lies that he'd built up around him.
"I don't know Takuya...but if I do find out that you've been doing to much talking, then I'll be even unhappier now then I am at this moment." Takuya felt himself shrinking back a little bit, and nodding...not trusting himself to say anything.
And then the unthinkable happened-his cell phone rang in his bag. He'd forgotten to turn it off...
And his eyes opened wide. Who would be calling him at this time of night?!? Back at home, they all knew not to call him now...his father was home, and at least they knew how edgy his father could be, even if they didn't know all the details.
"I know that's not the apartment phone...so go ahead...answer it Takuya." Takuya let out a little groan that sounded more like a whimper as he riffled through his bag and brought out his cell phone, feeling miserable as he saw on the caller ID that it wasn't anyone he knew-someone who had dialed a wrong number.
Shakily, Takuya answered the phone...and indeed, it was someone who had the wrong number.
"Dude, sorry man I've dialed the wrong number! Sincerest apologies!" Takuya nodded at the voice on the phone, still not trusting his voice, but when he looked at his father, he sighed in resignation.
"It's okay...don't...worry about it." Takuya murmured quietly as he hung up the phone and held out the cell phone to his father for the old man to take it. He knew he wasn't going to see it again.
Instead of taking it from him though, his father knocked it rather hard out of his hand, causing a sharp pain to sear through his wrist and upper arm as Takuya bit his lip to keep from crying out as his cell phone went scattering to the floor, hitting a wall and lying silent.
"I know I didn't give you that damned thing! So who did? Your mom?!? And don't tell me that you've been using it to call that son of a bitch back in Japan..."
His father was seething and Takuya started to feel angry.
"Kouji's not that way dad!" All his father did was snort.
"Sure, right."
And that was when the fighting, and the hitting and the yelling all started.
By the time it was over, finished, Takuya felt sore all over and even more miserable then when it had all started...the cell phone had been smashed to pieces.
It had ended when someone had come knocking on the door, a voice declaring that it was the police-that someone had called in saying there was a disturbance of the peace in the apartment complex. It ended with a vase nearly being smashed into Takuya's face, had Takuya not decided to move last second, allowing it to hit the wall instead.
The cops had come through, and, upon seeing the situation, realized exactly what was going on.
Before Takuya knew it, his father was having his rights read to him, and being put in handcuffs.
Another cop came up to him and asked him if he was all right...but Takuya still felt dazed, and he felt his knees go weak.
"Whoa there son...take it easy okay? We're going to have one of the EMR's take a look at you okay? Do you hurt anywhere?" Takuya found that he couldn't answer the police officer-he was too scared as he watched while his father was hauled away. And then the tears came.
It took awhile for Takuya to really realize what was happening. The cops had called his mom in Japan, after finding out from Takuya that he indeed did have other family members, and told her a smaller version of what had happened to him. In reply, his mother had said that she'd be on the next flight to New York City.
Five years...five very long years...and it was over...right? He'd be able to finally go home, to finally see Shinya and his friends...and...Kouji...Kouji.
The very thought of the dark haired teen, made Takuya want to call him right then and there. Would he be able too though? Would they let him?
Sure enough, when Takuya hesitantly asked if he could make a phone call, they let him.
And he knew exactly whom it was that he was going to call.
One Ring...two...three...
Takuya crossed his fingers, hoping beyond hope that someone would answer at the Minomoto residence. But to his dismay, all he got was the message machine. And he didn't really want to talk to a message machine...he only wanted to talk to one person. And that one person wasn't there. When the answering machine beeped for him to leave a message, Takuya found that he couldn't.
What could he say to someone he hadn't talked too in five years? Someone he had once loved...and still loved. But someone who Takuya wasn't sure if he still loved him back. And suddenly, Takuya felt very much alone.
TBC...