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Consign to Oblivion	By : Randie Category: Digimon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Consign to Oblivion
A/N: I blame having way too much time on my hands due to overnight shifts for this insane fic. I wrote the entirety of it in something like twenty cummulative hours... Yamakeru fans, enjoy. Or be wierded out. Your call.
A/N 2: I wanted to personally thank all who read this. It was a side project I'm really proud of. I hope you'll all give my other works a chance, too!
Warnings: Yaoi, incest, graphic rape... the usual. Also, implied Jyoumato. Obvious one-sided Yamakeru. If you squint, maybe Taito, too.

[Part 3: Atonement]
“Ishida, we need to talk. Now.”
“What's with the tone...” Yamato started, worried blue eyes shooting up at Jyou.
“Nothing... Nothing. Just wondering if you checked on Takeru.” I'll give you one more chance... because I love you. Tell me the truth!
“He was still sleeping. I didn't want to wake him,” Yamato replied, grabbing rice from the pantry. Jyou watched with annoyance. How can you just do such idle things? Yamato. Come on. If there's a problem, tell me. Please, speak to me! There has to be a good reason for this... please, I know you're better than this. You know you're better than this!
“He seemed worse than usual. He didn't know me, Yamato,” Jyou stated, joining the blonde by stealing the rice from him and washing it.
“...you're serious?” Yamato said and Jyou noticed the other's hand tighten to a fist. Yes, that's the Yamato I know. The one that cares.
“He didn't know who you were, either. Or himself. He seems completely lost, Yamato. What the Hell is going on with Takeru? This is more than a simple concussion. I think something else is going on.”
Jyou... then, you've pretty much figured out everything? I'm glad, actually... Yamato gave a weak smile when his Digimon's voice disrupted him.
“Yamato, tell him,” Gabumon urged from the doorway to the dining hall.
The blonde turned to his Digimon with an utter look of terror and Jyou knew then, certainly, that whatever needed to come to light was going to come out.
“How should I know?” Yamato remarked. I can't... I can't let those words pass my lips... then I'm just admitting I'm just like her. I'm a monster.
“He's your brother!” Jyou demanded, stomping his feet.
“Did you tell him about the mushrooms, Yamato?” Gabumon hissed.
“What?” Jyou asked. What does food have to do with anything?! Stupid Digimon and their appetites.
“Takeru ate part of one at the amusement park we were at before we came here. It must still be effecting him,” Yamato said, taking the rice back gently and pouring it into the pot.
“Is that all?” Jyou insisted. He turned to Gabumon.
“If that's what Yamato says,” the Digimon said, returning out to the dining hall.
Jyou wasn't convinced, but before he could start up again, Yamato pushed past him, smiling the entire way outside. Jyou watched him head back to the boiler room. He quickly followed. He was going to get answers somehow. He wasn't going to let the love of his life suffer by running away again.

Yamato smiled, removing the remaining caps from Takeru's bag... then placing one after another in his mouth. I can't bear to hurt you anymore, Takeru. Jyou knows now, I'm sure of it. So, there's no escaping my fate. At least I can go knowing that you won't remember it at all and can live a wonderful life without me...
Takeru watched this stranger in confusion. He had assumed it was Yamato, his brother. He looked enough like himself that they could be related. However, what brother didn't even say hello? Takeru watched the entire act curiously, even asking, “Um... what are you doing?” Despite his memory loss, Takeru felt his stomach knot.
Jyou opened the door with a sigh and closed it behind him. He had been staring at the floor and when he looked up, he could see Yamato waiting across the room. “Just tell me the truth.”
“...what do you want to know?” the blonde asked. He didn't feel anything yet, but it would come. He laid back against the wall, staring into Takeru's large blue eyes, trying to hold back tears.
“All of it,” Jyou demanded. “Takeru... he said you made him forget things. What did you do that you had to make him forget, or should I ask? I mean, if you're angry, don't take out your punches on him, Yamato. I'm actually used to that sort of thing...”
“So innocent,” Yamato said with venom on his tongue and glancing to Takeru, “You give me too much credit.”
“Spit it out already,” Jyou breathed, studying the bruises and cuts on Takeru's skin from afar. “How could you do anything worse to him?”
“I... raped him,” Yamato stated quickly, coldly. He said this to Jyou's face, hopefully so Takeru wouldn't hear.
“You... what?” Jyou whispered, his breath leaving him. He took a careful step forward as pieces fell together. He had suspected that, sure, but to actually hear this beautiful boy say such a thing...
“I raped him,” Yamato spat, only loud enough Jyou could hear. “Just like my mother abused me.”
Jyou felt sick and for a second. Some hidden anger in him made him lose it and he threw his arms out at the friend in front of him and squeezed tight. Yamato didn't struggle at first, wondering which would kill him faster: Jyou or the drugs?
“Jyou--” Yamato said, trying to pry the other's hands from his throat. “Jyou, listen--” he started through choking gasps.
“What is wrong with you?” Jyou breathed through tears and anger, squeezing so tight, Yamato couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. “You're hurting him... just how Natsuko hurt you...” Jyou let go, sending the other sputtering and gasping for a long while. Jyou had put the pieces together before his mind could realize it. “...you're disgusting.”
“Stop,” Takeru pleaded. “Please... don't fight.”
Jyou respected the lost boy's wishes and let go. His hands were getting sore anyway. Yamato took a second to gasp for breath and as he did so, he felt more of him give itself over to oblivion.
The same words... my father said to her...“...think I haven't always known that?” Yamato smiled, staring emptily at his feet.
“...I thought you cared about Takeru. He is your little brother and you owe it to him not to put him through the pain you went through! This is not the you I know. Yamato wouldn't give up like this.”
Takeru could hear the conversation-- well, argument? --but that certainly didn't mean he understood it. All he knew was that he felt horrible for some reason. “Oniichan?” he squeaked, not sure why.
“I couldn't stop it at first-- it was an accident!” the blonde insisted with a deranged smile. Tears were settling in his lashes, making the blue of his eyes darken.
“Accident?!” Jyou barked, nearly losing his glasses.
“Takeru ate a piece of this weird mushroom... he woke up in the middle of the night, delirious, and he got a little too close... I-I had controlled myself before that. It just... happened!” Yamato cried, slumping to the floor on his side. He clutched his body close to himself, “I hate myself and every day I wish I was dead for what I've done... but that feeling always comes back.”
Takeru was covering his ears. He remembered he didn't like fighting at least and refused to listen to any of it. He and Tokomon crawled back to his corner and hid under the blankets, for good measure. This deafened some of the terror going on before them.
“Yamato... you're... sick...” Jyou whispered. Yamato began sobbing in hiccups, barely able to breathe and Jyou sat next to him, patting his back. “You can get help, you know.”
“Help?” the blonde breathed, then hissed: “For wanting to have sex with my brother?”
Jyou blinked, “Is that how you see it? Not...?”
“What?” Yamato whispered.
“...having sex with a child...” Jyou muttered quickly.
“...no, I never thought of it like that. Takeru's Takeru... and I hurt him. I raped him. I drugged him. What kind of big brother am I?” Yamato laughed. “There's no help for someone wicked like me.”
Jyou eyed the blonde, “Let me see you.” He grabbed the blonde's chin, noting the dilated pupils. He touched Yamato's wrist. A weakened pulse, too. “What did you do?!” Jyou demanded, noticing the empty bag a few feet away.
“...I'm going to forget,” Yamato smiled, huddling into Jyou's chest. “I'm going to forget my family, my past, my little brother, Gabumon, this place... forever...”
“Yamato-kun, you would even forget me...?” Jyou said, pulling the blonde close to him. He started to pry open the blonde's lips and induce vomiting, but Yamato pushed his hand away. They struggled a second, “Here, we have to get it out of your system--”
Yamato laughed again and pushed Jyou's hand away a final time, “No. It's... too late...”
The blonde passed out against him, falling like a petal from a flower and resting gently in the water that was Jyou's chest.
“Yamato?” Jyou asked, wiping tears from his widening eyes and gently rapping against the blonde's cheek. “Yamato!”
Yamato convulsed in Jyou's arms briefly. Jyou held him steady until it passed, then listened to the shallow breathing. He's still alive--! He clutched his love into his arms, “Takeru! Go downstairs and get Gabumon! Please!”
Takeru poked his head out, shaking. “Gabu... mon...”
“Yes, just call his name. He'll come to you,” Jyou said. “Hurry.”
Tokomon lead Takeru outside and down the steps and as the steps faded, Jyou turned back to the near dead body in his arms and squeezed tight.
He cried into the spikes of Yamato's hair. He had hated them because not only were they just ridiculous, but every time Jyou got close to Yamato, those bangs would find their way past his glasses and into Jyou's eyes, stabbing him. Crying at the thought, he sniffled back tears. “Everything will be fine. I'll make sure you get through this. I promise you. You're not a monster, Yamato. You're a beautiful human being... and when you wake up, I'll prove it to you... Just hang in there.”

“So, he doesn't remember anything?” Taichi questioned.
“Luckily, I've deduced that this fungus mostly effects emotional memories. Things like tying his shoes should still come easily. It's really very fascinating.”
“I still don't understand how it happened,” Taichi sighed. “Or how long it will last...”
“For a Digimon it seems a loss of all memories is immentent. But as far as humans, it seems it takes a more interesting path of destruction,” Koushiro contemplated, wishing there was something they could do. His friend was now like a lifeless doll around them.
Jyou sighed, holding Yamato's hand in his. It wasn't unlike walking with a ghost. They had escaped Digitamamon after Taichi and Koushiro had found them. Jyou explained that Yamato fell into a deep depression and taken the mushrooms, but he didn't mention Yamato's abuse, the rapes. Takeru didn't remember them, anyway. Hell, he barely remembered his brother even still. But the memories would come back, as Koushiro had determined. At least, in Takeru's case. With Yamato... only time would tell. Jyou wondered if things really were better this way.
“Maybe...” Takeru said, speaking up for the first time during the entire tale, “...Oniichan will be himself again and he can explain things better...”
Jyou squeezed Takeru's hand, holding Yamato's in the other. “Yeah, and until then, I'll take care of you, okay?”
Takeru nodded. “Okay, Niisan.”
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