Warning: Yaoi, check. Drama, check. Good show, check. Explicitness (reserved for the future), check. Let's get this party started!

Disclaimer: Digimon and Naruto will be mind as soon as I get the guts to buy them. Now if only I knew where to buy those guts…

Polly: Layla, I'm your courage. All you have to do is ask me! [pouts]

Layla: Sorry, Polly. But I can't use you all the time. It just…wouldn't be right.

Polly: [sniffling] But I want you to use me.

Layla: Polly, I just can't!

Polly: But why?

Jenna: [holding up a camera] This is going to sound so dirty when I show the gang.

"Keh" – normal

Keh – thoughts or emphasis on something

Keh – premonitions

Chapter One: My Brother

The pounding head, the dizziness, the bile rising in the back of his throat. It was happening again, Kouichi realized. The visions, premonitions, whatever they were. For the brief second of himself that he had left, he eyed a bottle of Scotch longingly and decided against it. Sure it would make the vision less painful if he got a few gulps in, but it would also make it fuzzy. Unclear. And what if he really needed the info it was offering? Settling into the chair as comfortable as possible, he let it come.

"Take it, boy. Now!" a cold voice barked, but Kouichi's head stayed down. Kouichi was grabbed by the scuff of his shirt. It was only cold comfort that it wasn't Kouichi's life. Kouichi – or the child he was currently – made no sound.

"I can't, the boy whispered brokenly. He stared wide-eyed at the rough looking man who was manhandling him. He was all dark with ebony black hair that reached his shoulders and pitch black eyes. A dark aura was clinging to him.

"You will take his soul and deliver it to the afterlife," he commanded.

"He's my father. Thantos, I can't do it," Kouichi pleaded. "Please, Lord Thantos…don't make me do it." The man, Thantos, leaned in to whisper in Kouichi's ear.

"Either you take his soul now or the first thing his liberated spirit will see is what we do in our spare time – right now for all wandering spirits to see. Then I shall condemn him to Hades and you shall be the one to take him. You'll stay and watch as he curses your name through his torture," Thantos' voice was soft, sweet and venomous at the same time.

"No…d-don't…" Kouichi begged, tears clouding his vision at the mere thought of the tortures he was just promised.

"Then choose," Thantos continued in the same voice. He dropped Kouichi and Kouichi reluctantly went over to the body of his father. It began to rain hard instantly, as if the sky were crying the tears Kouichi couldn't. Grabbing his father's hand, he kissed it softly. Surprisingly, Thantos did not order him to hurry it up. Reaching into his father's body, he pulled out the spirit.

"Kou–" his father began instantly.

"Sshh," Kouichi said. He managed a weak smile as soon as he knew where he was taking him. His father would go to heaven. He brought him to the gates and smiled softly one more time as the gates opened. "Goodbye," was his broken whisper. When he returned to his father's body, it had crystallized. He saw his own reflection…but the real Kouichi was staring back at him. A tear made a path down his face and remained un-joined. Hardening himself, he pulled back dark blue hair into a ponytail – making him look like Kouji – and disappeared.

Kouichi's head was pounding in speed with his traitorous heart. Despite the lingering, dizziness and pain, he bolted upright and into the bathroom before emptying his dinner into the toilet. Who…who would do that to someone who clearly loved his father?

But that wasn't what sickened Kouichi the most, making him retch and vomit again. Kouichi knew it had not truly been him even though the boy had looked it. But if it wasn't him it could only be one other person.

Who would do that to such a young looking Kouji?

Kouji was leaving Thebes before he was attacked. He was leaving by night, covered in blood and bruises. Some of the blood wasn't even his own. He was the murderer of high officials in Thebes. Snobs and jerks. They deserved it. So, then, why the hell was he carrying their kid!

"Why did you kill Papa and Momma?" the girl finally spoke. Crud, she was out of shock. The sniveling would start any minute now. But before he could answer and she could cry, they were surrounded. Blades were drawn and the girl's eyes went glassy as she stared straight ahead. Great, shock reactivated. Despite his impatience, Kouji remained quiet.

"Give us the girl. We might let you live," one said. Kouji snorted before taking his fighting stance. "Have you gone mad? Give me the child."

"No," Kouji said coldly.

"Have it your way," he chuckled. They took that as a clue to attack. Jumping to avoid being hit, Kouji landed a few feet away.

"Hold tight," Kouji whispered to the girl on his back, hoping she could hear him. A knife cut through his shoulder, crossing an earlier wound and they both bled. He ignored it. Another knife came hurdling at his back. Switching the girl to his arms, he barely dodged it and it scraped the side of his neck. They were aiming for her head. He realized. He was tackled to the ground not a second later. The girl tumbled from his hands and as he struggled to get away, his shirt tore. Kouji panicked. The guy's aura was red with lust. Using telekinesis, he flung the guy off. The others backed away as fear clouded their aura. They ran, but the girl had run off too.

At least they didn't leave with her, Kouji thought. Now his bruises and old wounds were bleeding. He stood up and limped away, not caring who saw him. Nii-san…I made it. Kouichi-niisan.

Kouzo sighed as he looked over the crossword puzzle he was doing. His desk was littered with Sudoku and Crosswords that he'd already done. There was a knock on his door. Getting up, he walked over and opened the door. "Yoru, is there something you need?"

"No," Yoru said. "I was sent around to see if you needed anything." Kouzo looked over Yoru, who was currently wearing a black leather pants and a black leather biker jacket.

"Some more puzzles would be great," Kouzo shrugged. Yoru just laughed that elegant laugh of hers, making Kouzo give one of his rare smiles.

"Done the other's already?" Yoru said. "I was talking food-wise, Kouzo. Do you need anything to eat?" Kouzo simply frowned.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"If you say so," Yoru said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a Sudoku puzzle. "Take this one. I only got one on me. I couldn't quite figure that out." Kouzo took one look at it. Only two boxes were filled in.

"Gee, that's a challenge," he said. Yoru used the paper and whacked his shoulder. "Okay. I'll see what I can do about your lack of finishing it." She put her hands on her hips and glared. He had to admit, she had a good figure. Her face was instantly worried. "What?"

"Did Lord Thantos do that to you?" she whispered. His brow furrowed and he followed her gaze to his neck. Shit. He was sporting a purplish bruise. He yanked his shirt collar to cover it.

"You should try calling him 'Dad' and see if he'd flip out," Kouzo said.

"Kouzo…"

"He might not go bonkers like you think he will."

"Kouzo!" Yoru said sharply. He looked down. "Did he finish?" Silence followed.

"No. No, he didn't." Yoru let go a breath and hugged Kouzo close.

"You need to get out of here," Yoru said. "Before he really does–"

"What, Yoru? Rape me?" Kouzo said. "You're right. It hasn't gotten that far yet, all he does is molest me." Kouzo took her hand. "Where would I go anyway?"

"You don't have somewhere to go, but you have someone to go to," Yoru said. Her hand reached into her pocket. "Kouzo, you have–"

"Who?" a familiar voice mused beside Yoru's ear. Her eyes widened. "I'm curious, too. I want to know." Fear slithered into her and Kouzo, though she betrayed herself in the stiffness of her body and her abrupt halt of movement. Thantos let out a blood-curdling laugh.

"Thantos–"

"Leave us, Yoru," Thantos said, cutting off Kouzo. "Now, child." She instantly leapt into motion. Her breathing came back in a huff as she pressed something into Kouzo's hand, sent him an apologetic look and darted out of the room. "What were we talking about here, hmm?"

"My escape," Kouzo said in a sarcastic tone, but they both knew he wasn't joking.

"Really now? What a disobedient child I've raised," Thantos tsked.

"Leave her alone, Thantos. If you want to punish someone, punish me. I'll take her punishment and you know she'll learn her lesson through her guilty conscience," Kouzo said. Thantos laughed again.

"Ever the martyr, Kouzo," Thantos said. Kouzo didn't even flinch when Thantos used his fingers to tilt Kouzo's face up to him. Kouzo sensed the lust spike in him. "It's just such a pity that at this moment, I'm too busy to play with you. I'd do well to remember those words, though. We'll play soon." Thantos was gone, leaving a shadow of his body behind as his words echoed. Kouzo sighed and looked down at what Yoru had pressed into his hands. His eyes widened. It was a bedroom with a woman in the bed and three identical babies in blankets in front of her. One blanket was purple, another was white, and the final blanket was sea green. Each blanket had a name pinned to it in elegant script:

Purple – Kouichi, White – Kouji, Sea Green – Kouzo

Polly: That was AMAZING!

Jenna: That was pointless.

Kouji: No it wasn't! We have another brother!

Jenna: What was your first clue?

Kouji: [pulls out kendo sword] Say that…one more time.

Kouichi: Kou-chan! No! She's a third of the author! Our future is in the balance!

Kouji: [stops moving when sword is two inches from her head]

Jenna: [sits calmly as she pretends Kouji hadn't just tried to kill her]

Kouji: No it doesn't.

Kouichi: Yes it does.

Kouji: Layla! Tell her it doesn't!

Layla: [stops talking with Kouzo and looks over at them] Huh?

Kouji: See! Layla says it doesn't!

Kouzo: Layla says that it does.

Layla: [in a corner] Why is everyone saying "Layla says" so much?