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| Music's Flame | |||||||||||||||||||
| Part 3 | |||||||||||||||||||
| Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or the Heralds of Valdemar series'. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Warning: Shounen ai, AU, violence, a little OOC, maybe eventually a lemon, I screwed with their ages | |||||||||||||||||||
| Pairings: Taito, Kensuke, Takjun, one-sided Sorato, others to be determined | |||||||||||||||||||
| Summary: Digi/Valdemar fusion. To Yamato, his life seems meaningless. Can something or someone happen in the young Bards life to make him feel differently? | |||||||||||||||||||
| ~*~*~ | |||||||||||||||||||
| Yamato peered at the Herald in front of him, eyes narrowed at he took in every detail of the man. He was tall and slim almost to the point of being thin, though Yamato could clearly make out the muscled that rippled under the Heralds clothes and skin. His red hair and freckled face cause him to look younger than he actually was. | |||||||||||||||||||
| The blonde wasn't sure if he wanted his brother to go out on circuit with this man. He didn't exactly look like he could take care of himself let alone both he and Takeru. But if the Heraldic Circle trusted this man then so did he. The Herald's were the trustworthiest people in the Kingdom. | |||||||||||||||||||
| He gave a curt nod of expectance and turned again to his brother, now dressed in his whites. "Is everything alright?" | |||||||||||||||||||
| Takeru nodded as he slung his packs over Andros' saddle. "I have everything I'll need." He swiped his bangs out of his eyes as he looked up at the older blonde. "I'll only be gone for a few months, you know. You shouldn't be so worried." | |||||||||||||||||||
| "I can't help it," Yamato smiled, his first true smile in weeks. He reached over and mussed his brothers hair affectionately. "You're my little brother, I'm supposed to worry about you." | |||||||||||||||||||
| Takeru smiled back and hugged his brother roughly, wishing with all his might that the Bard would have someone to keep him company while he was away. He knew how unlikely it was that the older blonde would warm to a stranger but there was always hope. No matter what happened Takeru always had hope. | |||||||||||||||||||
| ~*~*~ | |||||||||||||||||||
| While Takeru was saying goodbye to his brother Daisuke was trying not to drool over his mentor. The older Herald was perfect. His was tall and slim with long tapered fingers. Daisuke could barely keep his eyes off those fingers, fantasizing about all the thing those graceful digits could do. He had longish black hair and slanted violet eyes, eyes that seemed to hold the secrets to the universe. | |||||||||||||||||||
| To say that Daisuke Motomiya was infatuated was an understatement. He was head over heals in love with Ken Ichijouji, and he'd be spending almost a year in the presence of this gorgeous male. There was no way he'd be able to last that long without opening his big mouth. | |||||||||||||||||||
| :Do I sense a hint of interest?: Jenna teased. | |||||||||||||||||||
| :He's beautiful, Jenna! This is what I've been looking for in all of my lovers. He's a Herald to boot. If he were a bad person he would never have been Chosen. The only thing I need to find out now is whether he's shaych: The newly acclaimed Herald was almost bouncing with excitement, as he carefully arranged his thing in his packs. He could just tell that he was going to like his time out on the field. | |||||||||||||||||||
| :There's also his age, love,: Jenna cautioned. :He may not look it but he's at least five or six years older then you. I know that that may not seem significant right now, but you have to realize that their are many opposed to same sex relationships. If you add your age difference to that there will sure to be trouble when you return.: | |||||||||||||||||||
| Daisuke snorted and looked into his companions concerned cerulean eyes. :I've never been one to care about what others think. I can deal with it. I just think there's something different about him.: | |||||||||||||||||||
| There was a soft sigh in his mind and he got the mental picture of a young woman shaking her head in defeat. :I don't know what to do with you. You're too stubborn.: | |||||||||||||||||||
| :And you wouldn't have me any other way,: Daisuke chuckled aloud and Ken looked over at him curiously. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Jenna stamped a hoof and glared at her chosen. :Of course not, but that doesn't mean that's not what you are. Now be quiet before I block you out: | |||||||||||||||||||
| "You can't stop me from talking to you normally, you know," He told her smugly, earning an annoyed whicker. "You just can't win, Jenna, give up." | |||||||||||||||||||
| His companion glared at him levelly before turning around and flicking her tail at him. Daisuke laughed and gave her a pat. "And you say I'm stubborn." | |||||||||||||||||||
| :I'm not speaking to you right now: | |||||||||||||||||||
| The burgundy haired youth just shook his head and turned towards the older Herald. "Sorry about that. It's just the way we are. I'm sure you'll get used to it." | |||||||||||||||||||
| "Most likely," Ken's voice was soft and velvety smooth, causing Daisuke to shiver. "You might want to apologize, though. We'll be heading out in a few minutes and I wouldn't want to leave you behind." | |||||||||||||||||||
| He nodded. :You heard him. I'm sorry: | |||||||||||||||||||
| :No you're not,: came the laughing retort. :But I'll accept this anyway: She turned back to him and he pulled himself into the saddle as Ken did the same with his Alexia. Both were out of the palace grounds within five minutes. | |||||||||||||||||||
| ~*~*~ | |||||||||||||||||||
| The sun shone out over the palace gardens as Matt strummed idly at his harp strings. He was lonely. Like always. But it was different now. There was no Takeru to cajole him into talking or Daisuke to constantly flirt with him jokingly. It was a bleak world indeed without those two around. And here they had only been gone a few days. How was he going to handle months if he was already sinking deeper? | |||||||||||||||||||
| People noticed he had become colder, less caring of himself and others. He attended court less often and talked to Jun very little. It seemed the Queen just reminded his that his brother was missing from his life. Even Sora, the court lady who always stared at him with adoring eyes had toned down her efforts. If hadn't stopped caring before he'd probably have been upset with himself, but as it was he seemed to have become numbed to everything and it was tearing him apart from the inside out. Soon there would be nothing but a shell of what had once been. And he was so terribly afraid. | |||||||||||||||||||
| He had never been social or had that great personality, but there had always been something inside of him. He had been enigmatic before, mysterious. He had had a certain charm about him that drew people towards him. Now he had lost many of his fans. They could sense the change subconsciously and were backing away from it. Even his music had become hollow and his music had always been hi passion, his reason for living. If his music was deteriorating then what did he have left to live for? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Yamato was seriously contemplating suicide for the first time in his life. He was more ashamed of this than anything in his life. If his brother found out he'd be very disappointed. He had to stop this and he couldn't figure out how. He couldn't figure out how to stop this bitter ache in the pit of his stomach. It was the center of his problem and he had tried so hard to fix it, to stop himself from feeling the way he did. It just seemed like the more he was alone the worse everything became. | |||||||||||||||||||
| He felt the familiar sting behind his lids and swiped at the tears that spilled from his eyes. It wouldn't do for everyone to see the "unfeeling bastard" crying. He heard what people said him. He heard what people thought of him. | |||||||||||||||||||
| He got to his feet intending to hied to his room when a tanned hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder, startling him. He whirled around, totally forgetting traces of his tears still on his cheeks. Wide blue eyes met with warm brown depths and Yamato lost himself. Lost all sense of time, forgot completely about his problems, his whole world suddenly focusing completely on the man in front of him. | |||||||||||||||||||
| He sae lips moving and realized that his companion was saying something. He shook away the daze and said, "I'm sorry, but could you repeat what you just said." | |||||||||||||||||||
| The brunette smiled. "I said I'm sorry for startling you, but you looked sad and I couldn't help but want to bring you out of it." | |||||||||||||||||||
| "I'm fine," Yamato informed him with a shaky smile. "Just some personal problems." | |||||||||||||||||||
| The Herald, for that was what he was, nodded as he thrust his hand forward. "I'm Taichi Yagami, by the way." | |||||||||||||||||||
| Ysmsto grasped the other mans hand hesitantly and nearly gasped at the shock traveled through him. He would have snatched his hand away if it wouldn't have been rude. "Yamato Ishida," he croaked out. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Brown eyes lit up. "The bard? I've heard many good thing about your talent. It doesn't seem right that someone who can do such beautiful things with music should be so sad." | |||||||||||||||||||
| "Well, it's just the way thing are," Yamato shrugged nonchalantly, though some of the bitterness he was feeling seeped into his voice. He shifted on his feet, eyes flicking towards the path that would lead to his rooms and back to the brown haired man. This man was making him feel strange and he needed to think about it. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Taichi shook his head. "Well, it's not the way things should be. Now I think I can understand part of it. You're lonely. You're brother just left for his first circle and you have no one to talk to." The sound of the bell broke through his speech. "Why don't you meet me here tomorrow at about mid afternoon. I'm teaching in the Collegium right now and that's about the only time I have off. See you." | |||||||||||||||||||
| He took off before Yamato could respond, leaving the blonde reeling with what had just happened. Why did the Herald want to meet with him? Why had he even approached him in the first place? Why was it that the ache had dulled now? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Well, there was only one way to find out, and that was to show up for the meeting tomorrow. It wasn't like he had much else to do and he was strangely excited about it. | |||||||||||||||||||
| TBC..... | |||||||||||||||||||
| ~*~*~ | |||||||||||||||||||
| Shade: Only finished the last chapter in hour and a half ago and here's the next. I now have a migraine from squinting at the screen. It's damn hot and my glasses kept sliding down my nose until I took 'em off. Anyway, everyone most likely knew this was going to happen. I'll go over and revise it eventually, but it's okay for now. I need some help though. I need a name for Tai's companion and I haven't been able to figure out how to put Hikari in there. Any ideas are appreciated. | |||||||||||||||||||
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