Bloodlust, Chapter 2
[rewrite of Assassin] He lived a nightmare once. Thanks to the determination of his friends, he escaped. Unable to forget, he fled to America to start anew. But it seems someone isn't willing for it to be over.. (Daisuke-centric) Some Daikari hints. Rated R for later chapters.
Digimon - R - English - Suspense/Tragedy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4197 - Updated: 3-26-05 - Published: 3-25-05
chapter one
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope. Toei's.
Author's Notes: This was a really short chapter the first time around.. Not much of a chapter. And sadly, this rewrite isn't much longer. I'm sorry XD You can live with it though. Woo. Nothing much interesting happens in this chapter, except that it increases the suspense :D Enjoy!
Bloodlust
by:butterflie
chapter two
"Daisuke! Wake up! It's already eleven! If you sleep any later your brains will turn to mush!" Mimi yelled up the stairs to him.
The teen groaned, it was too early in the morning to deal with that overly-cheerful voice. So irritating. Groaning again, he grabbed the blankets and yanked them over his head in an attempt to block out Mimi. "Mush, huh?" he mumbled to himself, still half-asleep. "Where does she come up with that stuff..."
Footsteps on the stairs, and Mimi was bouncing on his bed before he had time to react. "Daisuke! Get up!"
"Agh! Get out! Come on! Mimi!" he whined at her. "I'm tired, let me sleep!"
"Nope," she said cheerfully, grinning. "Get up. You can't sleep forever! Anyway, you got some mail yesterday, and I forgot to give it to you."
"Ugh.." he muttered, trying in vain to kick her off the bed. "I don't care about mail. Go away."
"But it's from Japan!"
That got his attention. Throwing the covers off his head, he opened his eyes, looking at her in confusion. "Japan?" He frowned and tried to think. "Who would send me mail?"
She shrugged as she stopped bouncing around and stood. "It doesn't say. Here, it's downstairs. Come and get it."
"Oooh, I see. It's all a ploy to drag me out of bed!"
She grinned. "Yep."
He made a face at her as she left. Rubbing his hands over his face in an attempt to wake up, he jumped out of bed and stood there for a moment, letting the rush of disoriented dizziness pass. He dressed quickly, throwing on some clothes without really looking at them. Then he headed downstairs, still wishing he was curled up in bed, sleeping peacefully.
He found Mimi in the kitchen preparing some lunch. Some American food, he didn't know what it was. It was one of the things he really missed about Japan still:the food. Mimi had been in America too long, she was more American than Japanese now. At least, that's the way it seemed sometimes, living with her. "Letter?" he asked.
She turned around, knife in hand, and pointed to the table where it had been sitting in plain site. A little white envelope, with "Odaiba, Japan" written in English as the return address. His name and Mimi's address was in the center of the envelope, also in English. It made him instantly suspicious, and he snatched up the letter, carrying it into the living room.
None of his friends would send him a letter and write his name in the English alphabet. Nor would they have left the return address as simply "Odaiba, Japan". They would have put the full return address on there, along with their name. So it wasn't from a friend. But who else would send him anything from Japan?
He stared down at the envelope in his hands, suddenly afraid to open it. He didn't want to know what the letter said. He had a feeling he knew who it was from, and he didn't like that in the least.
Slowly, he pried open the envelope flap and pulled out the sheet of paper inside. The envelope fluttered to the floor, forgotten, as he read the one line printed there.
Daisuke, I warned you. You could not escape me. You are still mine. It's not over yet.
Angrily he crumpled up the paper into a ball, hurling it across the room, wanting the threat as far away from him as possible. He stood there, chest heaving with fear, staring at the ball of white sitting innocently on the floor where it had landed. Why? he thought. They said it was over. So why isn't it?
"So who was it from?" Mimi asked as she walked into the room.
Daisuke jumped and then looked at her, shaking his head back and forth. "Just a prank.." he said softly. "It was just some stupid kid pulling a prank. It was nothing."
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"Woah, Daisuke, are you okay? You're pale!"
Said boy glanced over at his friend, offering her a small smile. "I'm fine, Rachael. Some tired."
She didn't even bother to correct his grammar, just continued to give him concerned looks, her face reflecting her worry. She'd never seen her friend look so washed-out before. And he'd rarely been this quiet. "Are you sure?" she asked him, unwilling to let it go.
He nodded, trying for a larger grin. "Yeah! I'm fine. It's nothing, really."
"Well... okay then,"she said, not entirely sure she believed him. He didn't look fine.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a bit. Daisuke lowered his head, intently studying the grainy pattern of the wooden table. Rachael looked out the window, presumably inspecting the clouds for any sign of impeding rain. Finding none, she turned back to her friend and opened her mouth, about to ask a question.
"Hey! Sorry I'm late!" Matthew said apologetically as he slid into the booth beside Daisuke. A waitress quickly came over and took his order for a rootbeer float. "Did I miss anything?" He looked between Rachael and Daisuke, a faint look of concern on his face. "You two aren't fighting again are you?"
Rachael shook her head, somewhat annoyed at her best friend's bad timing. Just when she'd been about to ask Daisuke again about the past he was hiding.. and Matthew had to show up. She sighed inwardly. "No, we're not fighting."
Matthew blinked, still looking between them, obviously wondering what the silence had been about. "Okay then..." He took a closer look at the boy beside him, frowning. "Geeze Daisuke, are you okay? You look pale."
Daisuke groaned and buried his head in his hands. "I'm perfectly fine," he said through his fingers. "I'm some tired."
Matthew laughed. "You mean somewhat tired."
"Whatever," Daisuke mumbled back, despising the flash of embarrassment he felt as Matthew corrected him.
The waitress brought Matthew's rootbeer float over him to him, and he thanked her before turning his attention to Daisuke again. "Did you know there's some guy outside asking about you?"
Daisuke's head shot up. "What?" He tried to ignore the lance of fear that shot through him.
Matthew shrugged, apparently not worried or finding it strange in the least. "Yeah. Just some guy. Said he knew you in Japan and he'd lost contact with you when you moved here. Wanted to find you again or something like that."
"What'd he look like?" Daisuke asked, hoping his friends didn't catch the slight tremor in his voice. He fought to maintain his self-control.
"Umm.." Matthew voiced. "I didn't really pay that much attention.. He was tall, and he had blond hair I think.. Light skin. He looked American, not Japanese." Now Matthew frowned, finding the encounter strange in retrospect. "Did he really know you?"
"Yeah, I think I know who that might be," Daisuke said, trying to sound casual about it. He tried to convince himself it was Yamato. Yamato was tall with blond hair. Yamato didn't really look Japanese. Yeah, that was it. It was Yamato. That letter and phone call was just what he'd told Mimi:nothing more than childish pranks. They meant nothing. Aaron wasn't back. He was being foolish. He ignored the voice in his head screaming at him that Yamato wouldn't come to America to search him out, and Yamato knew exactly where he lived and hadn't lost contact. It had to be Yamato. None of his other friends looked like that.
"Daisuke?"
"Huh?" He jerked back as if he'd been stung, blinking and looking at the girl across him from. Rachael frowned, exchanging a worried glance with Matthew.
"You might be getting sick. You don't look so well. Perhaps you should go home and rest?"
Suddenly that seemed like a very good idea to Daisuke. "Yeah, yeah okay," he said, fumbling in his wallet for some money. He pulled out a few bills and tossed them on the table, sliding out of the booth. "I'll see you guys later?" he said.
Matthew slid back into his seat, having moved to let Daisuke out. "Sure. Get some rest and feel better, huh? We'll call you tomorrow."
"Sure," Daisuke agreed. "Tomorrow." If he was still alive then.
He turned and almost ran out of the diner, completely unaware of the worried looks his friends were giving his disappearing form.
"I hope he's okay," Rachael remarked. "I'd hate for anything bad to happen to him. He's a really good friend."
"Yeah," Matthew agreed, staring absently at the empty glass before him. "He is a good friend. I'm worried."
end chapter two
Author's Notes: yatta, this is a lot better than the original chapter for this. I made the first scene longer, and adjusted the second scene so it made more sense, as well as lengthening it. There weren't really any grammatical errors to correct in this chapter, nor spelling errors. So yay for that! Hope you enjoyed, leave a comment if you wish, and look for chapter three hopefully soon!
chapter three
Digimon - R - English - Suspense/Tragedy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4197 - Updated: 3-26-05 - Published: 3-25-05
chapter one
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope. Toei's.
Author's Notes: This was a really short chapter the first time around.. Not much of a chapter. And sadly, this rewrite isn't much longer. I'm sorry XD You can live with it though. Woo. Nothing much interesting happens in this chapter, except that it increases the suspense :D Enjoy!
Bloodlust
by:butterflie
chapter two
"Daisuke! Wake up! It's already eleven! If you sleep any later your brains will turn to mush!" Mimi yelled up the stairs to him.
The teen groaned, it was too early in the morning to deal with that overly-cheerful voice. So irritating. Groaning again, he grabbed the blankets and yanked them over his head in an attempt to block out Mimi. "Mush, huh?" he mumbled to himself, still half-asleep. "Where does she come up with that stuff..."
Footsteps on the stairs, and Mimi was bouncing on his bed before he had time to react. "Daisuke! Get up!"
"Agh! Get out! Come on! Mimi!" he whined at her. "I'm tired, let me sleep!"
"Nope," she said cheerfully, grinning. "Get up. You can't sleep forever! Anyway, you got some mail yesterday, and I forgot to give it to you."
"Ugh.." he muttered, trying in vain to kick her off the bed. "I don't care about mail. Go away."
"But it's from Japan!"
That got his attention. Throwing the covers off his head, he opened his eyes, looking at her in confusion. "Japan?" He frowned and tried to think. "Who would send me mail?"
She shrugged as she stopped bouncing around and stood. "It doesn't say. Here, it's downstairs. Come and get it."
"Oooh, I see. It's all a ploy to drag me out of bed!"
She grinned. "Yep."
He made a face at her as she left. Rubbing his hands over his face in an attempt to wake up, he jumped out of bed and stood there for a moment, letting the rush of disoriented dizziness pass. He dressed quickly, throwing on some clothes without really looking at them. Then he headed downstairs, still wishing he was curled up in bed, sleeping peacefully.
He found Mimi in the kitchen preparing some lunch. Some American food, he didn't know what it was. It was one of the things he really missed about Japan still:the food. Mimi had been in America too long, she was more American than Japanese now. At least, that's the way it seemed sometimes, living with her. "Letter?" he asked.
She turned around, knife in hand, and pointed to the table where it had been sitting in plain site. A little white envelope, with "Odaiba, Japan" written in English as the return address. His name and Mimi's address was in the center of the envelope, also in English. It made him instantly suspicious, and he snatched up the letter, carrying it into the living room.
None of his friends would send him a letter and write his name in the English alphabet. Nor would they have left the return address as simply "Odaiba, Japan". They would have put the full return address on there, along with their name. So it wasn't from a friend. But who else would send him anything from Japan?
He stared down at the envelope in his hands, suddenly afraid to open it. He didn't want to know what the letter said. He had a feeling he knew who it was from, and he didn't like that in the least.
Slowly, he pried open the envelope flap and pulled out the sheet of paper inside. The envelope fluttered to the floor, forgotten, as he read the one line printed there.
Daisuke, I warned you. You could not escape me. You are still mine. It's not over yet.
Angrily he crumpled up the paper into a ball, hurling it across the room, wanting the threat as far away from him as possible. He stood there, chest heaving with fear, staring at the ball of white sitting innocently on the floor where it had landed. Why? he thought. They said it was over. So why isn't it?
"So who was it from?" Mimi asked as she walked into the room.
Daisuke jumped and then looked at her, shaking his head back and forth. "Just a prank.." he said softly. "It was just some stupid kid pulling a prank. It was nothing."
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"Woah, Daisuke, are you okay? You're pale!"
Said boy glanced over at his friend, offering her a small smile. "I'm fine, Rachael. Some tired."
She didn't even bother to correct his grammar, just continued to give him concerned looks, her face reflecting her worry. She'd never seen her friend look so washed-out before. And he'd rarely been this quiet. "Are you sure?" she asked him, unwilling to let it go.
He nodded, trying for a larger grin. "Yeah! I'm fine. It's nothing, really."
"Well... okay then,"she said, not entirely sure she believed him. He didn't look fine.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a bit. Daisuke lowered his head, intently studying the grainy pattern of the wooden table. Rachael looked out the window, presumably inspecting the clouds for any sign of impeding rain. Finding none, she turned back to her friend and opened her mouth, about to ask a question.
"Hey! Sorry I'm late!" Matthew said apologetically as he slid into the booth beside Daisuke. A waitress quickly came over and took his order for a rootbeer float. "Did I miss anything?" He looked between Rachael and Daisuke, a faint look of concern on his face. "You two aren't fighting again are you?"
Rachael shook her head, somewhat annoyed at her best friend's bad timing. Just when she'd been about to ask Daisuke again about the past he was hiding.. and Matthew had to show up. She sighed inwardly. "No, we're not fighting."
Matthew blinked, still looking between them, obviously wondering what the silence had been about. "Okay then..." He took a closer look at the boy beside him, frowning. "Geeze Daisuke, are you okay? You look pale."
Daisuke groaned and buried his head in his hands. "I'm perfectly fine," he said through his fingers. "I'm some tired."
Matthew laughed. "You mean somewhat tired."
"Whatever," Daisuke mumbled back, despising the flash of embarrassment he felt as Matthew corrected him.
The waitress brought Matthew's rootbeer float over him to him, and he thanked her before turning his attention to Daisuke again. "Did you know there's some guy outside asking about you?"
Daisuke's head shot up. "What?" He tried to ignore the lance of fear that shot through him.
Matthew shrugged, apparently not worried or finding it strange in the least. "Yeah. Just some guy. Said he knew you in Japan and he'd lost contact with you when you moved here. Wanted to find you again or something like that."
"What'd he look like?" Daisuke asked, hoping his friends didn't catch the slight tremor in his voice. He fought to maintain his self-control.
"Umm.." Matthew voiced. "I didn't really pay that much attention.. He was tall, and he had blond hair I think.. Light skin. He looked American, not Japanese." Now Matthew frowned, finding the encounter strange in retrospect. "Did he really know you?"
"Yeah, I think I know who that might be," Daisuke said, trying to sound casual about it. He tried to convince himself it was Yamato. Yamato was tall with blond hair. Yamato didn't really look Japanese. Yeah, that was it. It was Yamato. That letter and phone call was just what he'd told Mimi:nothing more than childish pranks. They meant nothing. Aaron wasn't back. He was being foolish. He ignored the voice in his head screaming at him that Yamato wouldn't come to America to search him out, and Yamato knew exactly where he lived and hadn't lost contact. It had to be Yamato. None of his other friends looked like that.
"Daisuke?"
"Huh?" He jerked back as if he'd been stung, blinking and looking at the girl across him from. Rachael frowned, exchanging a worried glance with Matthew.
"You might be getting sick. You don't look so well. Perhaps you should go home and rest?"
Suddenly that seemed like a very good idea to Daisuke. "Yeah, yeah okay," he said, fumbling in his wallet for some money. He pulled out a few bills and tossed them on the table, sliding out of the booth. "I'll see you guys later?" he said.
Matthew slid back into his seat, having moved to let Daisuke out. "Sure. Get some rest and feel better, huh? We'll call you tomorrow."
"Sure," Daisuke agreed. "Tomorrow." If he was still alive then.
He turned and almost ran out of the diner, completely unaware of the worried looks his friends were giving his disappearing form.
"I hope he's okay," Rachael remarked. "I'd hate for anything bad to happen to him. He's a really good friend."
"Yeah," Matthew agreed, staring absently at the empty glass before him. "He is a good friend. I'm worried."
end chapter two
Author's Notes: yatta, this is a lot better than the original chapter for this. I made the first scene longer, and adjusted the second scene so it made more sense, as well as lengthening it. There weren't really any grammatical errors to correct in this chapter, nor spelling errors. So yay for that! Hope you enjoyed, leave a comment if you wish, and look for chapter three hopefully soon!
chapter three