Stigma, Prologue
[rewrite] [WIP] Yamato stumbles across something he was never meant to see... and now it seems someone may be determined to end his life, at any cost.
Digimon - PG-13 - English - Angst/Suspense - Words: 446 - Updated: 12-18-04 - Published: 05-07-04
Disclaimer: Digimon belongs to Toei Animation.
Author's Notes: I'm warning you now, this will be a dark fic full of angst. Also murder and character death. And stalking XD;; Not your cup of tea? Hit the back button. Otherwise, read on! Pairings will be on the side, but are Taishiro and Kenkeru. Maybe a couple of other mentionings. Yes, this is a rewrite of the fic previously called Sortilege.
One other thing. The band members are characters I made up four years ago for my fic Waiting. They're hardly in this, so it's not terribly important if you don't really know who's who.
Stigma
by: butterflie
Prologue
[Thursday]
Yamato shifted the weight of his guitar to the opposite shoulder, muttering under his breath about slave-driving bandmates. Practice had run much later than he'd anticipated, and it was almost one in the morning. He was tired and cranky, and the only thought in his mind was on getting home as soon as possible. Then he would sleep.
He sighed. Band practice had not been fun in the least. Ratsuii had been in a bad mood and snapping at everybody. Kenji had been high on energy, annoying the hell out of the rest of them just on principle. As a result, Nyusumi had gotten irritated and just made them work more. Hence the longer than usual practice.
He walked as quickly as the bulky guitar case would let him, taking all the shortcuts he knew of, trying to get home faster. It was probably dumb, this late at night, but it wasn't as if Japan was particularly known for crime. He'd be fine.
He turned down a side alley absently, mind only thinking of the warm bed he'd be crawling in soon. He'd be damned if he had a band practice this late again, especially when there was school the next day.
The sound of a muffled scream quickly jerked him back to reality. He automatically halted his steps and stood frozen. He waited to hear another scream; there was only silence. Someone had hurt themselves? He should go forward, see if help was needed. But the scream had left him on edge. He was afraid to go forward. He didn't want to see what he might find.
Yamato didn't know how long he stood there, scared to go any further. It was the quiet whimpers that got him moving again. Someone was hurt, and he needed to go help them. He moved further down the alleyway, stopping once again when he reached the dim light of the side door of some store.
There were two people there. The man had a girl of about fifteen or sixteen trapped underneath him, and though it was dark, Yamato could imagine easily enough just what the man was doing. He moaned involuntarily, suddenly wishing he'd never come this way, and cursing Ny to the depths of hell for making band practice run so late.
The man looked up when he heard Yamato's moan, and one look at his eyes was all it took to send the boy running back the way he'd come. He ran as fast as he could, trying to block the images from his mind and hating himself for being such a coward.
He had no doubt that girl would be dead come tomorrow.
prologue fin
chapter one
I am on a quest to finish all these damned WIPs I have floating around the internet. A chapter a day, that's my goal. And since I don't have class again until Monday, that shouldn't be too hard.
Digimon - PG-13 - English - Angst/Suspense - Words: 446 - Updated: 12-18-04 - Published: 05-07-04
Disclaimer: Digimon belongs to Toei Animation.
Author's Notes: I'm warning you now, this will be a dark fic full of angst. Also murder and character death. And stalking XD;; Not your cup of tea? Hit the back button. Otherwise, read on! Pairings will be on the side, but are Taishiro and Kenkeru. Maybe a couple of other mentionings. Yes, this is a rewrite of the fic previously called Sortilege.
One other thing. The band members are characters I made up four years ago for my fic Waiting. They're hardly in this, so it's not terribly important if you don't really know who's who.
Stigma
by: butterflie
Prologue
[Thursday]
Yamato shifted the weight of his guitar to the opposite shoulder, muttering under his breath about slave-driving bandmates. Practice had run much later than he'd anticipated, and it was almost one in the morning. He was tired and cranky, and the only thought in his mind was on getting home as soon as possible. Then he would sleep.
He sighed. Band practice had not been fun in the least. Ratsuii had been in a bad mood and snapping at everybody. Kenji had been high on energy, annoying the hell out of the rest of them just on principle. As a result, Nyusumi had gotten irritated and just made them work more. Hence the longer than usual practice.
He walked as quickly as the bulky guitar case would let him, taking all the shortcuts he knew of, trying to get home faster. It was probably dumb, this late at night, but it wasn't as if Japan was particularly known for crime. He'd be fine.
He turned down a side alley absently, mind only thinking of the warm bed he'd be crawling in soon. He'd be damned if he had a band practice this late again, especially when there was school the next day.
The sound of a muffled scream quickly jerked him back to reality. He automatically halted his steps and stood frozen. He waited to hear another scream; there was only silence. Someone had hurt themselves? He should go forward, see if help was needed. But the scream had left him on edge. He was afraid to go forward. He didn't want to see what he might find.
Yamato didn't know how long he stood there, scared to go any further. It was the quiet whimpers that got him moving again. Someone was hurt, and he needed to go help them. He moved further down the alleyway, stopping once again when he reached the dim light of the side door of some store.
There were two people there. The man had a girl of about fifteen or sixteen trapped underneath him, and though it was dark, Yamato could imagine easily enough just what the man was doing. He moaned involuntarily, suddenly wishing he'd never come this way, and cursing Ny to the depths of hell for making band practice run so late.
The man looked up when he heard Yamato's moan, and one look at his eyes was all it took to send the boy running back the way he'd come. He ran as fast as he could, trying to block the images from his mind and hating himself for being such a coward.
He had no doubt that girl would be dead come tomorrow.
prologue fin
chapter one
I am on a quest to finish all these damned WIPs I have floating around the internet. A chapter a day, that's my goal. And since I don't have class again until Monday, that shouldn't be too hard.