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| Music's Flame Part 5 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? |
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| :Look at this, Jenna,: Daisuke sent excitedly. :Isn't it beautiful?: | |||||||||||||
| :Yes, love.: Jenna agreed, picking her way to stand next to him near the river bank. :It's very beautiful.: | |||||||||||||
| :I only wish I had have been able to see things like this when I was a kid,: his mind voice had a hint of wistfulness in it. :Maybe I wouldn't have become so hopeless. Maybe I wouldn't have been taken by Feliah. I hated it there. He made all of us kids do all of his work. If I'd have had something this beautiful to hope for on the streets I may never have agreed to work for that man after being caught steeling.: | |||||||||||||
| Jenna whickered and lay her elongated chin on his shoulder, trying to comfort her chosen. :If things hadn't have happened the way they did you may have never become my chosen. It's what happens in our lives that shape who we will be in the future. | |||||||||||||
| :You're right,: Daisuke buried his face in the Companions silvery mane. :You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I wouldn't give you up for the world.: | |||||||||||||
| :Not even a certain violet eyed Herald who seems to be watching us even now,: she teased, trying to lighten the mood. | |||||||||||||
| :Not even-Wait did you say watching us?: Daisuke whirled around to face a rather startled Ken Ichijouji. "What are you doing out here?" he asked a little too sharply than he had meant. | |||||||||||||
| Ken's eyes flashed with hurt before they turned emotionless. "I came to see where you'd gone off to. The Waystation was suddenly quiet and I had wondered if you were getting into trouble. Again." | |||||||||||||
| The burgundy haired boy blushed and ran his hand through his hair. "Sorry, didn't mean to snap. You just interrupted a bit of a private moment. I don't tend to angst when anyone?s around." | |||||||||||||
| Ken nodded, though his expression didn't change. Diasuke had come to know him well enough to know that his apology had done next to nothing to make the older man feel any better. With a sigh he walked over and placed his hand on Ken's shoulder. "I really meant I'm sorry. It's just that I was remembering some things I'd rather not remember. When that happens I'm not always in the best mood." | |||||||||||||
| "It's alright, Dai," Ken said finally, using the nickname he'd given Daisuke almost sadly. "I shouldn't have intruded." | |||||||||||||
| He turned to leave but Daisuke's grip tightened. "It's not alright. You're still upset, Ken. I should have known better than to react as harshly as I did. You're sensitive to these things. You had every right to come looking for me." | |||||||||||||
| Ken regarded him carefully, something hidden in his eyes. Daisuke felt a stirring of his usual desire as the older Herald didn't move away from his touch. "Dai, I...." | |||||||||||||
| "What is it?" Come one. Ken, say it. Just please say it. I can't do anything until you say something. I know you feel the same. I just need you to say it. | |||||||||||||
| "I... can't. I'm your mentor. It's not right." | |||||||||||||
| Cinnamon eyes flamed into life as Daisuke had to stop Ken from leaving yet again, this time grabbing both the Heralds slime shoulders. "Is it because your mentor or because we're both male? You know as well as I do that many relationships spring up during a circuit with only the mentor and trainee. Is it because you're afraid of what people might say when we return to Haven? Are you that caught up in what people really think?" | |||||||||||||
| Violet eyes widened in shock and Ken started to stutter. "O-of c-c-c-course not. I'm j-just af-fraid of what might happen to you when-" | |||||||||||||
| "I don't care, Ken!" Daisuke flared again. "No ones likes me anyone. Everyone know I'm shaych and that think that I've been after Takeru since arriving in Haven." Daisuke's voice dropped as his expression turned sad. "If it really matters that much we can keep it secret or we can end it when we get back. I don't care... I just want to be with you, Ken, no matter for how long." A single tear made it's way down his tanned cheek, leaving a wet trail in it's wake. | |||||||||||||
| Ken shook his head furiously, hair whipping about his face. "No, no, Daisuke. I'm not ashamed of being with you. You're wonderful. It's me. If you knew what I had done, if you knew who I really am it's you who would be ashamed. I don't want to have you then have you leave." | |||||||||||||
| "You're a Herald," Daisuke sniffed. "Heralds can't be bad. If they were they would have never been chosen." | |||||||||||||
| Ken shook his head again, pain and sorrow showing in his very expression. "I manipulated people. My gift came early and I made people do things I wanted them to do, made them think things I wanted them to think. I killed someone, Dai. I made them think they were seeing something so frightening that they went mad and killed them self." He sank to his knees, slim frame racking with sobs. "It was all my fault. I killed him." | |||||||||||||
| Daisuke knelt next to him, his arms clutching the man to his chest. He brushed indigo-tinted hair from Ken's face and whisper to him quietly. "Shhhh. It was an accident. I'm sure you didn't mean for this person to die." | |||||||||||||
| Ken clung to him, head buried on his tunic. Daisuke saw over his shoulder that Jenna had left quietly, no doubt not wanting to intrude on the rather delicate moment. He ran a gentle hand through Ken's shoulder, trying to calm him. "I'm not horrified or ashamed. I understand what some people are forced to do in order to survive. I was forced into so many things that I'd like to forget. I know you well enough to know it wasn't on purpose." | |||||||||||||
| "But I still did it. I was still the cause of it." | |||||||||||||
| "What happened, Ken? I won't understand this completely until I know what brought it on." Daisuke knew as well as the next person that sometimes it helped to get things out in the open, to tell someone. Knowing Ken, he had probably never told anyone aside from his Companion. | |||||||||||||
| The Herald took a few deep breaths, trying to dispel his sobs and began without looking up, his eyes staying on Daisuke's chest. "I was about thirteen. I had a family once, a good family I can remember. Something had happened to them when I was young so I had ended up living on the streets in a city just outside of Valdemar. My gifts had come just a year ago; mind-speech. I could make people hear my thoughts and hear their thoughts in return. I used this to make them think they were the ones thinking my thoughts. At first it was just small things like giving me bread, but then I turned to other things like money and jewelry. Well, one night while in a tavern, using what money I had been able to get I was approached." He paused here, a tremor going through his body. Daisuke tightened his arms to comfort him. "He was a huge man, so much more bigger than me despite the fact that I had just sprouted up. He was wide, his arms and legs seeming more like tree trunks. Well, he bent over the table I was sitting on, so close that I could smell the alcohol on his hot breath. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door before I could say anything or anyone could notice. After that he took me toward an alley. I.... I realized what he meant to do then." | |||||||||||||
| Tears started to rain down his cheeks and Daisuke wipped them away as his mind whirled with the horror of what this man had gone through at such a young age. Ken looked up at him finally, his eyes vacant with the remembered fear. | |||||||||||||
| "I tried to fight him off physically at first, but he only laughed and said he liked them feisty. As he started to rip at my c-c-clothes I lost it... My gift went wild with such a force that it sent him stumbling backwards. He was hearing my fear. That was when I made him see it. I searched for his most horrifying memory and made him see his own monster over and over until he started clawing at his hair. He ran off and threw himself off a bridge, hitting his head on a rock." | |||||||||||||
| "But that's not your fault at all. You were just protecting yourself," he took a deep breath and caught Ken's gaze with his own. "If you're damned to be alone for protecting yourself, then so am I and numerous others. I did more things that you could dream of, but with the intent to harm." | |||||||||||||
| The other Herald looked like he was going to protest, but Daisuke stopped him with a soft kiss. Ken stiffened momentarily before advancing and bringing their lips together with a desperation tht almost sent Daisuke reeling. The Firestarter brought his hands up to comb through silken hair, fingers gentle, still trying to comfort. | |||||||||||||
| "Dai...." Ken pulled away to look at him, expression one of mixed desire and hope. He leaned back in and Diasuke was quite willing to give himself over to the older man. Maybe this was just what Ken needed, to know that someone cared for him despite his past and Daisuke did. He cared more for this man than he had cared for anyone in his entire life. | |||||||||||||
| TBC... | |||||||||||||
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| Shade: Too short... Damn FF.net and the nc-17 ban! This would be lemon other wise, than the chapter would be long enough. I need 200 more words before I'll be satisfied. There may not be a chapter for a little while. I should really work on getting over me block for Inspiration, even if I can't really post the next chapter here. Well, I'm being rushed to bed (despite it only being 9 o'clock!) Hope to see some wonderful reviews. |
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