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Stay Tuned As Life Continues	By : DanielGar Category: Digimon > General Views: 4361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yamato sat on his bed and looked down into the shoebox of pictures. As he looked through the old photos, memories of his youth flooded through him. Although his life had always seemed to be at risk when he was younger, it was strangely a simpler time. It was the days when his only focus was making it through one more fight, through one more day. Now life made him just want to curl up into a ball on his bed and never leave. Once, all those years ago, his life seemed to be on a guided path with a constant loyal companion by his side, now he felt left high and dry with thousands of dangerous paths to choose from. What he wouldn’t have done to have Gabumon by his side again, to once again have a guide in life. Yamato sighed, “Gabumon…”

The sounds of a phone vibrating across the nightstand were all it took to snap Yamato out of his funk. He grabbed the phone, hoping that it was a message from his brother but it wasn’t. To his disappointment the phone told him, “Low Battery: recharge for continued use”. The screen then changed back to its normal screen, a picture he had taken of Takeru and himself as they cuddled on the couch one lazy evening. Yamato briefly smiled, and took it as a sign sent to him by his old friend “Thanks Gabumon.” He grabbed the pictures that were scattered over his bed and put them back in the box and headed for the door.

A short time later Yamato stood in front of the apartment Takeru shared with their father. Since he had rushed out of his apartment Yamato had grabbed a taxi and raced over as quickly as he could, but now his body froze, his mind wouldn’t allow him a step closer. How could he show himself to his brother after what had just occurred? Takeru was beyond disappointed in him. And after such dishonesty and manipulation why would Takeru ever trust him again. And if Takeru couldn’t trust him, was there even a chance that Takeru could even love him anymore? Yamato answered his own question with a shake of his own shaggy haired head. He laid the picture box in front of the door and turned around and was shocked by a figure standing awkwardly close to him.

The elderly woman smiled, “Yamato! I haven’t seen you in ages.”

One glance at those teeth, and Yamato knew who it was. After all he still had faint mental scars from staring at them, “M….Mrs. Sato, hello.”

“I was just on my way to give your brother a book to look over in his spare time.” The elderly woman’s smile grew. “But since you have come to visit your brother, perhaps I’ll just leave the book with you.”

“Actually Mrs. Sato I was just leaving.” Yamato said, hanging his head.

Mrs. Sato looked at the doorway and saw the box sitting in front of the door. “Is your brother not in?”

Yamato shook his head, “I don’t think so.”

“Strange I thought I saw him pass by earlier.” Mrs. Sato stopped talking and began to knock on the door.

Yamato’s stomach churned. This woman was even battier than when he studied under her, “I should probably get going.”

“None sense, I’m sure he just can’t hear the door.” Her old fists pounded on the door and it seemed as if the whole building resonated.

Yamato’s brain was thinking of all the terrible possibilities that could occur when Takeru opened that door, and his feet were going to stick around to live through them. Yamato quietly began to slink away from the doorway but as he thought he was in the clear one of Mrs. Sato’s old wrinkled hands shot out. Her long boney fingers wrapped around Yamato’s arm and held him in place. “Before you go Yamato I’d like to talk to you about your brother.”

Yamato tried to gently break free from the elderly woman’s grip but to no avail. The woman was much stronger than she looked.

Mrs. Sato paid no heed to the fact that the person she was talking to had just tried to escape her grasp. “Yamato, your brother is very smart. Even smarter than you are, but he’s like you in many other ways, he has troubles focusing on things. Things he should take serious, like his studies, have recently gone by the wayside.” She once again paused and pounded on the door again. “While some of it may still have something to do with his accident last year, I don’t think that is the main issue. Whatever it is, I’m sure you can help him with it. Especially if it’s a girl problem.” An old wrinkly eye gave Yamato a wink.

“I don’t know…”Yamato stopped talking because his arm suddenly felt like it was in a vice grip.

“You two are very similar Yamato. You weren’t always focused yourself at his age, but when your mind was clear and you were determined you could solve whatever problem I gave you. I hope you can help your brother with whatever is troubling him.” She paused again, and instead of knocking again she nodded her head and showed her crooked teeth in another smile. “I think I hear him coming, so I’ll leave and let you two visit.” She released Yamato from her bone crushing grip and hobbled down the hall. “Have a goodnight Yamato, tell your brother that I have a book waiting for him.”

Yamato was about to follow his old tutor down the hall when the door he was standing in front of opened. Yamato’s heart sank when he looked upon his brother. Takeru’s eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, and his lips trembled.

“Takeru….I…” Yamato’s words ended due to the fact that the air in his lungs was squeezed out when his brother’s arms wrapped tightly around him. Yamato wrapped his arms around his little brother the best he could, as Takeru rested his head on his shoulder. Takeru now having support broke down further, he began to sob and his tears began to soak into Yamato’s shirt.

The two brothers stood in the hallway, arms around each other. The older blonde was comforting and trying to shush away his brother’s tears. While the younger blonde held onto his brother tightly, desperately seeking support. “Let’s get you inside.” Yamato whispered into his brother’s ear.

Yamato tried to let go of his brother so they could walk into the apartment but his brother’s knees buckled. Takeru began to fall to the ground, his jelly-like legs unable to support him. Yamato grabbed his brother again and stood him up. “Hold onto me Takeru.” Yamato let go of his brother with one hand and placed it quickly behind his legs and lifted his brother up. Takeru snuggled deep into his brother’s chest. The warmth and proximity of his brother brought a smile to Yamato’s face. He gently nudged the picture box into the apartment before entering and closing the door with his foot.

Yamato carried his brother to their bedroom and gently laid him on the small bed. Yamato wiped his brother’s bangs out of his face and kissed his forehead. Just as Yamato stood up he saw his brother grab his head violently and winced in pain.

Yamato switched into the ingrained protection mode, “Takeru, are you ok?”

“No I’m not ok. My head is killing me. It won’t stop.” Takeru cried out.

“Why? It’s not from the accident is it? Because the doctors said…” Yamato asked.

“No. It’s not that...” Takeru stopped in order to take a few deep breaths. “I think my memories are coming back. My head will flood with pain, and then when it recedes it leaves behind lost memories. They’ve been filling my head since I got here and I can’t get them to stop. It’s overwhelming. I can’t get the pain to stop. It’s as if all my lost memories are now pushing and scrapping to get free and finally be remembered.”

Yamato mentally slapped himself, his brother had been in pain and he missed it. Shouldn’t he have been able to recognize that, wasn’t that his duty has his brother, as his lover? This realization hit Yamato like a slap to the face because it meant that the reception was due to Takeru being in pain, not because he was forgiving him or that he still wanted him. “Let me get you something for that headache.” Yamato said as he rushed to the bathroom for some medicine.

Yamato soon returned with a couple pills and glass of water for his brother. Takeru swallowed down the pills and drank the water and laid back down on the bed.

Yamato sat at the foot of the bed and watched his brother. His closed eyes would wince with pain, and then his lips would either curl ever so slightly upwards or downwards as various memories were recalled. It was a strange process to watch, one that Yamato didn’t fully understand, but was fascinated by it none the less. Yamato did know one thing however; his brother no longer needed him there. “I’m going to head out Takeru.” Yamato headed for the living room but his brother’s voice stopped him.

“Why did you have to lie to me? Why would you try and keep me from remembering?”

Yamato sighed. He just wanted to leave, to get away. To take any other path that wouldn’t leave him emotionally viciously cut and bloodied yet physically alive enough to continue his journey.

Takeru sat up, his back against the wall. “Why did you do it Yamato?”

“I was trying to protect you Takeru.” Yamato said, unable to turn to face his brother.

The younger blonde wasn’t even surprised with the answer. In fact it was the excuse that he was expecting as it was one he had heard a million times from both his mother and his brother. He was tired of hearing he needed protecting. “Protect me from what? Myself?” Takeru asked.

Yamato sighed again and shook his head. “No. I was trying to save you from your own memories.”

“My memories?” Takeru’s voice started to break as tears began to stream down his cheeks again and rage lined his voice. His emotions were already flowing and now this argument wasn’t helping. “Yamato, why would I need to be protected from my own memories?”

Yamato turned around slowly to face his brother. From the tears trickling down his own face he knew he could no longer stonewall his heart from his brother’s emotion. “The digital-world wasn’t just sunshine Takeru. There was just as many stories of tragedy than heroics. You have seen things Takeru that no one should have to see. You have lived through so many traumatic events. And you have had to sacrifice more than anyone else.”

Takeru was silent in word, but tears still streamed down his face. His eyes closed and his forehead scrunched as another headache hit him.

Yamato clarified, “Wouldn’t it be best if you couldn’t remember those times? After all, it’s the second best thing besides if those events never took place, right?”

“BUT THEY DID TAKE PLACE YAMATO!” Takeru cried out. “You can’t just say they didn’t happen. Yes, terrible, terrible things may have happened but that is no reason to deny that they ever happened. Those events whether I liked them or not are what shaped me. Those events were what made me, ME! You can’t say they didn’t happen just because you wanted to save me from them.”

“You don’t remember then what a living hell all of those dreadful things put you through, do you? Do you have any idea how you felt after you lost Angemon the first time? Every night you screamed the worst scream imaginable. The loudest blood curdling screams I’ve ever heard. You wailed so loud that you would lose your voice, you’d wail so long that you’d cough violently, so violently that you’d sometimes cough up blood. You couldn’t sleep, and even by some chance you did, it was never long before you’d start screaming and kicking violently. And there was nothing I could do to stop you from doing any of it. I couldn’t stop my brother from losing his best friend. I couldn’t stop the pain that had crushed your heart. I couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes. Instead I was forced to sit by and watch my only brother break down. It killed me to see you like that Takeru.”

Yamato continued talking; tears started falling from his eyes. “And it didn’t stop there Takeru. That event haunted you for years. Even after you got Patamon back you didn’t want him digivolving in case you would lose him again. That event had you wrapped around its finger, it controlled you.” Yamato shook his head. “But you should never have gone through such things in the first place. I should have protected you, but I didn’t. I gave up, I was a coward. I couldn’t sacrifice myself to protect you. That killed me most of all, the fact that I couldn’t protect my own brother.”

“So I tried to get stronger. I tried to be better, so I could protect you. But things went wrong. No matter how hard I tried to protect you Takeru nothing worked.” Yamato wiped his tear filled eyes. “There was nothing I could do to protect you from the pain and suffering that was always surrounding you. I couldn’t replace it with the happiness and love that you deserved.” Yamato gave a mournful huff, “here we are over five years later and I still haven’t kept my promise.”

“What are you talking about?” Takeru asked.

“You younger digidestined had just beat Malomyotismon. While everyone was celebrating, another problem was growing. We didn’t know how serious of a problem it was until Koushiro and Gennai found out that with that with the middle world damaged there was no longer a stable buffer zone between our two worlds. But the problem was far worse than that, as Malomyotismon hadn’t just opened holes between our world and the digitalworld. His evil desires in that realm of wishes had weakened the barriers between other worlds as well, places like the dark ocean. And without that buffer zone the worlds would start to merge. Something needed to be sealed in that zone to keep our worlds from merging, something that could cleanse the wound, and purify the evils and restore the barriers to how they once were. Without a pause Angemon had volunteered himself…”

Yamato tried to wipe the tears from his eyes again, but now his tears were streaming down his face. “Before he left to fill the void he talked with me. He made me promise that no matter what happened that I would protect you, to ensure that no harm would come to you. To comfort you. To love you. To be there for you, for whatever, whenever. I told him I would give my life for yours. After saying good bye to you he once again gave his life to save you, to save all of us.”

Yamato’s knees began to wobble, but he ignored them and continued. “But I failed him Takeru. Since then I’ve brought so much more pain and suffering into your life. I’ve tried to protect you like he had but I can’t. I just fuck up every time and do nothing but cause you even more pain. By trying to protect you, I have almost killed you. I came so close to losing you Takeru. I had your blood on my hands. I held you and helplessly watched as your life slipped away because of my actions. There seemed like there was no way for me to protect you, that is, until your memories disappeared. It seemed like it was meant to be. That’s how I could protect you, by making sure you couldn’t remember all the terrible things that happened to you. Without the memories it would have been like none of those things had ever happened. You could be a normal kid; you could finally live the happy life you should have had.”

Takeru’s face was now dry, but his face was scrunched in anger, “But that was my life! I was me because those things had happened to me. Without those events I would be someone else. You were making me another person.”

“I’m sorry Takeru. I’m so sorry.” Now Yamato’s knees finally gave out, sending him crashing to the floor into a heap. He covered his face in his hands and began sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m sorry Takeru…I’m so sorry.”

Takeru slid off the bed, ignored another skull-splitting headache as it hit and crouched by his brother. Takeru put his arms around his brother and clung desperately to him. Takeru could feel his older brother’s body shake as he cried. And even though his brother’s wails were muddled through tears and coughing he knew his brother was still seeking his forgiveness.

Yamato tried pushing his brother away, “I should go. You don’t want me here. I’ll go.”

“Damn it will you stop Yamato! We can’t run away from our issues any longer. Whenever a problem comes up between the two of us, one of us always runs away. Well I am done running. I am ready to put my foot down and fight for us. Because I do need you Yamato.” Takeru slipped his hand into his brothers. “I’ve always needed you and I always will. It may not always be in the same way Yamato, but you are a constant in my life. But I don’t just want you, I need you as my onii-chan.” Takeru said as he gave his brother a warm hug. “and my boyfriend.” Takeru’s lips pressed firmly against his brother’s.

Yamato could taste the salt from their tears as their lips moved over each other in a kiss. The spark from the kiss eliminated some the darkness that had once again seeped into Yamato and strangled his heart. The warmth of his brother/lover in his arms warmed him and his heart. After all no power of darkness could beat the fulfilling feeling of holding the one you love in your arms. How he ever ran from this young man was beyond him.

“Alright Takeru, I’ll stay.” Yamato said his voice calming down.

Yamato didn’t know much at that time about what laid ahead in his life, what path he would go down, and what waited for him down those paths. But if he did know one thing it was this, he knew that life would continue. And it would continue alongside the one person that completed him, the person that would walk those paths together with him, the person that would face the same challenges head on beside him. That person was his lover, his soul mate, his brother.

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Author's note: So as promised here it is chapter 37. May come across as a little rough because I rewrote a part of it because my memory of the show wasn't what I thought it was. So after watching the show again I had to rethink/write part of it. I haven't decided yet if the story ends here yet or not. It may just have another chapter or two but nothing too serious. And no worries an epilogue will be written for both stories once STALCFO is finished. Now with this one done for the most part, I can focus on STALCFO and get the ball rolling once again.
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