Disclaimer: Sadly enough, Digimon is not mine. *sniffs sadly* However, if any of those Digimon producers are reading this and care to give it to me, I will accept gladly. My birthday is in December *little hint there*.
Warning: If you object to Yaoi (gay) implications and slight lime-y Yaoi scenes, do not read. You have been warned. If you object to lime-y incest-y (affairs between family) scenes, do not read. If you do anyway and flame my fic because of it, I will incur the wrath of... of... well, of something awful, upon your poor pathetic soul!!! (Oh, I know! I'll incur the wrath of Tom's Grapes of Wrath upon your poor pathetic soul!!!)
Azure, this one's for you, cuz you helped think of it. And another author inspired it in me, so, thanks even though I forget your name. Apologies, apologies.
Rated: R for darkness, death, yaoi, incest and adult themes.
Miracles are Blue and Gold
By Emerald
Takeru stared out the window at the rain, the tiny drops just beginning to speckle the sidewalk. He was alone in the house, his mom out on an errand and his brother Yamato... somewhere. Yamato was never around, at least as much as Takeru wanted him around.
'Yamato will be caught in the rain...great. Just another reason to make him stay away from me.'
His train of thought was interrupted by the slamming of the door. Furious at being interrupted and jolted out of thinking of Yamato, he whirled around, to see - him.
Suddenly Takeru's anger dissipated. He couldn't be human. He was celestial, angelic, gorgeous, aquamarine eyes piercing everything they saw. The rain slanted off of his golden hair, his jacket, to drop in a beautiful puddle on the floor. Everything he did was... wait a second.
'Why I am I thinking like this! This is gross! I am not supposed to be in love with guys, let alone family members. I am not in love with him, okay?'
" Hey, little brother! Nasty weather we're having." He turned and set down his numerous bags. He pushed back his dripping hair. "Mom called me, she said she'd be really late. Dinner's up to us. Chinese food ok?"
"Oh... uh, that's fine," Takeru answered, paying attention to Yamato's movements rather than his words. Out of instinct, he added, "And no almond cookies."Recognizing an old joke, Yamato laughed. "Alright, almond cookies it is!" He picked up the phone and dialed a number, began to give an order. Takeru turned on the TV and slouched on the couch, pretending to watch the brightly colored figures on the screen.
Yamato, finished with the phone, came over and sat next to Takeru. He yawned and stretched, his thick sheet of hair still dotting his denim jacket with droplets.
"So, what's up?" Yamato asked.
"Nothing," Takeru replied. "Hey, Yamato, I think I'm gonna go to bed. See ya in the morning, K?"
"Uh, sure," agreed Yamato bewilderedly. It really wasn't like TK to skip dinner. Or any other meal, for that matter. "Hey man, you ok?"
"Yeah. Fine. See you tomorrow." Takeru walked abruptly out of the room and disappeared into his own bedroom, where, not even bothering to change, he flopped on his bed and silently cried himself to sleep.
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Takeru's days began to blur, as Yamato was the only thing he could concentrate on for more than a period of thirty seconds. Yamato filled his dreams and haunted him by day. In a distant section of his brain, it occasionally occurred to TK that generally, being both gay and wanting incest were wrong, but he pushed that off to an even further, dustier, cobweb-ridden corner of his increasingly more twisted mind.
Even his friends began to notice a slight - change - in Takeru.
"Jeez, he's not eating lunch, just staring off into space!" exclaimed Daisuke, who was already both snarfing his food and stealing Miyako's at the same time.
"Ok, I admit it. The not talking was weird. The not moving in PE was a little strange. However, not eating? For TK? That is seriously messed up," announced Cody decidedly.
"Oh, well," sighed Hikari, "He should be back to normal really soon. I hope."
Even Yamato noticed and tried, to no avail, to find out the problem.
"Hey, man, you feeling ok?"
He's so gorgeous. When he looks at me with those beautiful questioning eyes, he looks so wonderful! He's staring at me. He looks worried. Why is he unhappy? I must make him happy. Wait...
TK snapped back to reality - sort of - as he realized Yamato had asked him something.
"Sure! I'm fine! Yeah, um, just... thinking! Yeah. Thinking."
"Oh, ok. Just - just checking." Yamato, eyes still filled with worry, turned around and walked off.
An entire two weeks passed before two things happened. 1) TK began to seem sick. His already pale skin had turned the color of nonfat milk: a white perfect for paper, milk, and screen savers but terrible for skin tone. His blue eyes began to dull and his hair thinned. His grades dropped severely.
2) Hikari decided to take matters into her own two small hands. TK needed some cheering up, she reasoned, and plus... it wasn't so bad for herself either! Takeru was sitting, staring into space as usual, in math class, when a folded piece of paper was slipped onto his desk. He opened it, and saw in Hikari's neat, round cursive, these words:
TK,
Meet me by the library at lunch.
-Hikari
P.S. Please?
Takeru sighed. Written in true Hikari style. He signed the word "Sure" at the bottom of the scrap and passed it back to her. She flashed a smile at him when she read his reassuring, if short, message.
Takeru sat by the library, thinking of crystalline blue eyes and golden hair when a chestnut head invaded his vision. Hikari had arrived.
"TK, why don't we go for a - a walk?" she asked, slightly put off by his unrecognizing stare that was becoming far too familiar.
"Fine," he answered, his speech becoming more monosyllabic every day. Except when he uttered a certain 3-syllable name in his dreams.
They walked in silence around an empty space of ground which Hikari quickly decided was hideous. Finally, she drew a big breath and turned abruptly to Takeru.
"Takeru, will you go out with me?"
WHAT???? HIKARI?!?! The one I love is sure as heck not you! Yamato is the only one allowed to ask me that!!! Of course, he hasn't yet, but I am still waiting!
After all of this flashed through his head, he replied flatly, "No."
"Wh-why? Do you really hate me that much? I thought - you liked me!" Hikari stuttered, astounded that she had been wrong in her assumption.
"I SAID NO, OK!" Takeru suddenly erupted into a flaming tower of anger, and the heat was all focused on Hikari. "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I CAN'T LOVE YOU! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, DAMNIT!"
Hikari, with a look of shock in her eyes, ran away, face in hands, and began to sob.
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Yes, everybody knows that this is a big surprise, but Takeru was thinking about Yamato. Takeru lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling and hoping that Yamato's face would be intercepting his clear vision of the wall. However, this didn't happen. Takeru began to think he was going crazy. His thoughts were practically incomprehensible, a stream of words linked together, all about Yamato.
Yamato... wonderful...love...golden...angel...tears...kiss...cerulean eyes... love...beauty...YAMATO!
The name echoed across the chamber that once was Takeru's brain, piercing, cutting all else, severing all ties to the sane world and transporting him even further into the world that was Takeru's love for Yamato. Like one in a trance, Takeru stood and walked into Yamato's bedroom. All that Takeru had left was his love for Yamato, and nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted now.
The room was dark. Takeru did perceive that in his confusion. But his focus was on the celestial being in the bed: Yamato. Even better, as a result of the heat wave sweeping their town, Yamato was sleeping shirtless. On silent feet, hardly understanding what he was doing, following instinct, Takeru crept onto the bed and traced a fingertip over his brother's bare back. A shiver ran down Yamato's spine, encouraging Takeru to continue.
Takeru lowered his head, just letting his lips brush Yamato's neck. Yama moaned, still almost completely asleep. Takeru crawled on top of his brother, waking Yamato up a little more. Finally, he began to trail kisses along Yamato's neck, sucking and nipping the hot flesh that so quickly developed chills.
"Taichi," Yamato moaned in his half-awake stupor. "Oh, yes."
Takeru stopped abruptly, his happy world shattering like a million tiny slivers of glass through which a stone has passed.
"What is it?" Yamato murmered.
"I'm not Taichi," Takeru announced softly, unable to think. Could it be that Yamato loved another?
"Oh my god! Nobody was supposed to know? Who the hell are you sneaking into my room?" Yamato screeched, now fully awake, and flipped Takeru off the bed. A loud crack shot through the room as Takeru hit the floor headfirst and his neck snapped. He lay on the floor, barely able to move, experiencing horrible death throes as the room spun.
Yamato crawled off of the bed to see - his baby brother.
"Oh my god," he whispered. "TK? I - oh, no. Oh no!"
"I have loved you forever," Takeru whispered. "I love you, but you love Taichi. I love you, so why can't you love me too?"
Yamato tried to speak, but the world began to spin before Takeru's eyes. The world faded to blackness as Takeru died. Yamato was forced to watch him die, broken, and was never able to say his last words to Takeru.
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The funeral was a solemn, dismal occasion. Family and friends all gathered, to mourn the death of Takeru. Hikari was unable to be comforted, and she spent the whole time wailing her head off. Daisuke seemed to be in a perpetual state of shock and couldn't utter a sound the entire time, his eyes wide open as he placed a letter to Takeru in the grave. Yamato stood off in the distance, refusing to communicate or take an active part in the funeral at all. Finally, late into twilight, just as the first star appeared in the sky, the last straggler departed and Yamato was alone in the graveyard.
He had not cried the entire service, burial, or any time afterwards. He held in his hand a single, long-stemmed red rose. It was the most beautiful flower the florist had carried, each petal a separate, perfect oval, soft, and flushed a deep red. The long, dark green stem held thorns, each with a sharp point, and on one of these did Yamato prick his finger until just a tiny drop of blood stood out on the milky skin.
He approached the gravestone, fingers trembling slightly, but with a set jaw and firm mouth. Yamato bent over the stone, a few thick strands of his golden hair brushing the name Takeru, and placed the rose on the stone, bright red on a faded gray. As he turned to leave, a single tear, the only tear he would shed that night, dropped out of the corner of his bright blue eye, and rolled down his cheek to land on the topmost, perfect petal of the rose, to sit, trembling slightly.
When Yamato left, he didn't turn back. So he never got to see his single tear, a perfect crystalline teardrop, roll slowly off of the red rose petal and be absorbed by the dust at the foot of the grave.
Fini