Disclaimers and Warnings: Digimon Adventures and all its' characters do not belong to me and are taken without permission
Disclaimers and Warnings:
Digimon Adventures and all its' characters do not
belong to me and are taken without permission. They belong
to a million people who I don't know. This is a non-profit
Fan Fiction and is only meant for fun. Please don't sue!
Secondly, this is a shounen ai, June, yaoi whatever you want to
call it. Which means guys are attracted to guys. Don't like?
Don't read! Duh!!!
Note: This story will
constantly switch from the past to the present. Present being
Daisuke at the age of eighteen and past beingwell anytime
in his past. I hope this doesn't get to confusingmaybe
I should find a way to distinguish time periods from the
beginning. Also the Prologue is the only part that will be
written in first person POV, everything other chapter will be in
Omnipresent Narration (unless I feel a need to write one in first
I walked quietly down the hall;
all of my senses were alert. Making sure no one would sneak up on
me. There was a part of me that noted the tackiness of this
place. Everything large and extravagant, while the colors were
dull. Ugly statues and paintings went along both walls. The only
thing I liked was the carpet, which was this beautiful shade of
shade of red—maroon, I think it's called—and it
seemed fluffy, like it would be comfortable to lay down on.
I pushed all thoughts tacky
furnishings out of my mind when I heard a sound come from one of
the rooms ahead. I walked even more quietly then before and
stepped towards the room that had made the noise. Pulling out my
gun, I placed my free hand on the doorknob and opened it. Now,
you should know how I looked when I went in, should have seen it
enough times on Cops or whatever, so do I really have to go
So, I entered the room and looked
around, gun in front of me when I saw the one who had made the
noise. It was a little boy, no more then eight years of age. He
looked at me and then at the gun in my hand, his brown eyes widen
and filled with terror but he did not move or scream, he just sat
there. He was dressed in practically nothing, which was expected
in a place like this. He was a beautiful little boy though, his
hair was the same color as the carpet outside which I found
strange in itself and his skin was pale, well as pale as one with
tan skinned can get, from lack of nutrition most likely.
I took another look around, aware
that I was being watched by those chocolate eyes, and then put my
gun away. I took a step towards the boy and again the boy
didn't run off or scream. He just slowly began to take off
his clothes, as if I was one of the clients that came here.
"No, don't do
that." I said. He looked up at me with a confused look on
his face. Then his face changed to one of understanding and I
thought that he understood. I was wrong, he laid down on the bed,
a soft sigh escaping his lips and I knew that he thought that I
wanted to be the one to take off his clothes.
To be honest, I was pained at the
sight of him. He seemed so nonchalant about the whole idea of
being prostitute, he was even willing to help get on with it.
"How long you've been
doing this?" I asked. I don't know why I asked that
question. But I wanted to know.
He looked up at me again with that
confused expression. Then he shrugged though he said nothing.
That answer was enough for me.
"C'mon kid." I said
taking hold of his small, fragile hand where I noticed a tattoo.
It was the symbol of the place, I immediately thought of the
brands that are put on cattle and it made me sick to think that
they did the same to this little boy. "We're getting
out of here."
He shook his head, his eyes wide
with fear again. "No!" It was the first thing he had
said to me during the whole exchange and it confused the shit out
of me. "No, I can't leave this room without permission.
Sir, we have to do this here."
I shook my head. "Listen kid,
we're getting out of here and that's that." I
pulled out my badge from my wallet. "Look kid, I'm a
cop. Sergeant Motomiya Kiyoyuki, all right? We can
leave. This place has just been shut down. You're free kid
and I'm taking you some place where you can live a normal
He looked at me for a long time,
his thin eyebrows pressed together as, I guess, he tried to
understand the situation. I was quiet, giving him time. I knew
this had to be unbelievable for him.
As I was looking at him I noticed
something, his eyes. His eyes had changed, I don't mean that
they changed color. But they changed, there was this light in
them that wasn't there before. This light that made his
eyes—no him—more beautiful. I picked him up then and
carried him out that horrid room, out that disgusting place.
And when we stepped out into the
night and he saw all the on goings, all the perverts and such
being arrested and being taken away, all the children being
checked and taken care of, he smiled. His smile was so large it
lit up his face and for some reason I knew that this was his
first time smiling like that.
I came home somewhat late that
night, after giving the little boy to social services and doing
some paper work and a million other things. I saw my wife sitting
on the sofa, watching TV. I smiled at her.
"Where's Jun?" I
asked. I had to see my baby, after seeing that horrible place I
had to see her. Make sure she was safe. Yumi smiled and pointed
at the clock.
"Where else would she be at
ten o' clock at night, Anata?" I smiled at her and
kissed her forehead.
"I wanna talk to you
later." She nodded and I went to go see Jun.
I entered the room quietly (it
seemed I was doing that all night), moving towards the green
covered bed, Jun's favorite color, I looked down at the
little terror turned angel sleeping soundly under the green
covers. I smiled softly and thanked God that my Jun had never had
to experience the things that poor boy had.
I smirked and kissed Jun's
forehead before leaving the room. My mind had been on that little
maroon haired boy ever since I had found him. I don't know
how but in that short amount of time, that little boy had stolen
my heart. He was so cute and so lost. I wanted to bring him home
with me and protect him from the world. But I couldn't do
that, for many reasons, one being Yumi.
"So what did you want to talk
to me about, Anata?" She asked me placing my dinner on the
table. I took a seat and she took the one in front of me and
began to peal the skin off a peach. She hates the skin.
"We went to that place where
they prostitute children today." She nodded and continued to
peal, placing the skin on a small plate. She hates messes too.
"I met a little boy, a few years younger then Jun, there. It
was funny, he thought I was one of the clients." She smiled
at me. It was one of those smiles where I would wonder if she
really cared or was only humoring me. "But when I told him
that he didn't have to be there any more his eyes lit up,
koi. They were so bright and Gods his smile was
"And you want to adopt
him." She said not once looking at me. She was slicing the
"Yeah." I nodded. I
wasn't even surprised that she knew. She just always knew
what was going on in my head. "I know that it will be this
huge responsibility and he'll be more difficult to raise
then Jun because of his past. And Jun might not like him and so
many other things but if you just look at him, koi.
He's—he's, I don't know."
She raised her head and smiled at
me. Then took one of the peach slices, placing it in her mouth.
Yumi said nothing to me for a long time and I knew she
considering all the pros and cons. That's the way it was
with us, I acted on impulse and she thought it out first. We were
perfect for each other.
"We'll need to
move." Was all she said as she picked up the plate with the
seed and peals and walked towards the kitchen again. It took me a
second to register what she meant and when I finally understood,
I jumped up and ran after her.
"Arigato, koi." I cried
out and kissed her. She laughed and swatted me away, but I
didn't leave her side for a while.
Both Yumi and I told Jun about
adopting the boy and she seemed fine with it. But she said she
wanted to meet him before he stepped foot in our home. I laughed
at her, she was just like her mother. So on the day we were to
finalize the adoption and pick him up I took Jun with me.
The boy's name was Shun from
what I had been told, though it seemed that it wasn't really
his real name. Just something that he was called. When asked, he
said that he didn't have a name until a client of maybe two
years back named him that. He said he cared very little for the
name, so when I went to visit him about three weeks before I
asked him if he had wanted to change his name.
He gave the oddest look and asked
"Well, I heard you cared very
little for the name." I had said. "And I thought that
it would be nice if you had a name that you liked." He
continued to look at me like I had grown another head and it
looked like a salamander.
"Do whatever you want."
He said. It had taken forever for me to get him to say anything
past monosyllables to me, let alone have a conversation with me.
It made me happy though he was still apathetic about the things
that were done to him. When it came to making decision he
didn't expect to make any and was always shocked to hear
someone ask for his opinion. He would answer the same way:
"Do whatever you want." It annoyed me beyond belief but
I knew I had to be patient with him.
"Iya." I said to him.
"It's your name. You're going to be the one living
with it for the rest of your life, so it should be something you
He looked at me for quite a long
time. I guess he was thinking about it. He smiled sheepishly and
"Can I really have any name I
like?" He asked me and I nodded. Then remembered he
couldn't see me and answered him out loud. "I like the
name Daisuke." I had nodded and smiled at him telling him to
get use to being called that, because that was going to be his
name form now on.
So as I was saying before I
started to babble about the kid's name. After I signed all
the papers, Jun and I went to find Daisuke. He was sitting by a
window reading a book, how he learned to read I have no idea and
he didn't tell anyone when asked. We walked over to him and
he looked up at us even before we reached him. The boy was even
more alert then I was, there was no way one could sneak up on
He placed the book down and looked
at me, then at Jun. He was once more very confused. Poor thing,
his world had been turned upside down and now he didn't know
which way to go. But I think it was all for the best and he
seemed to cooping very well to what went on around him.
"Daisuke." I began, I
was worried about how they would react towards each other. And I
hoped dearly that they would like each other. "This is Jun,
my daughter. She's going to be your new oneesan."
They looked each other over,
neither one saying anything. Jun stepped towards him and took
hold of a strand of his hair yanking it hard, though Daisuke did
nothing but stare at her. I was about to say something to her
when she spoke.
"Why didn't you
scream?" Jun asked. She was now running her fingers through
"'Cause it didn't
hurt." He replied.
"Aren't you mad that I
did that?" She asked. I was so perplex at that one moment
that I couldn't say a thing.
"No." he replied.
"You should be."
"Why? You can do whatever you
want to me."
She said. "I'm going to have to make sure no one picks
on you in school." She sighed. " Any one that picks on
my otouto-chan is going to get it." She made a fist, with
one hand then slung her other arm over Daisuke's shoulder.
He gave her an odd look, something I realized Daisuke likes to do
I was happy that Jun liked Daisuke
so much. She found him "positively adorable" and
decided to make sure everyone knew that he was her little
brother—not adopted, but blood relation—and that if
anyone picked on him she'd beat them into the ground. Which
happened because she was suspended three times for fighting with
a few boys.
Jun was very protective of
Daisuke. Making sure that he never was hurt and if he were, there
would be hell to pay. She had made it her prerogative to make him
lesssubmissive and apathetic about the things that happened
to him. I remember one specific fight she had with him because of
the way he addressed her.
that's what he had addressed her as, and she was angry
because it made it seem like they weren't on the same level,
as she put it.
"Iya!!!" She had
screamed out, this had been in the living room so both Yumi and I
ran into the room to find out what was wrong. "Don't
call me that!" Daisuke's eyes were wide with fear and
"But isn't that what you
are now?" Daisuke asked quite timidly really. "My
oneesama." She shook her head furiously and I was afraid
that Jun had changed her mind that she didn't Daisuke around
"Don't call me oneesama.
I am not your oneesama!" She walked a little closer to him.
"I am your oneechan, maybe oneesan but not
oneesama!" She took a deep breath and sat down right next to
Daisuke. "Call me anything but oneesama, okay?"
He nodded. "Even Aneki."
She smiled when he said that and held him very tightly.
"Hai, even Aneki."
He never called her that though,
only on special occasion, he began to address her as oneesan, and
then oneechan and finally neechan. It took forever but he
finally did and Jun was extremely happy.
And I think it made Daisuke even
happier because he's always had this yearning to be normal.
He's always wanted to forget his past and be a normal boy,
and now at the age of eighteen I think he achieved it—to
some extent. Honestly to me, it's like he hides a large side
of himself from everyone else but us. Playing more the part of a
normal teenage boy while keeping his real self a secret. It
bothers me but Yumi tells me to leave it alone.
Yumi has been so much to Daisuke.
She's been the mother he's never had. Always there for
him, always holding his hand and showing him new things. It was
she that got him interested in soccer and it was she who got him
his first punk rock CD. Though I am slightly pissed at her over
the latter, that noise keeps me up at night and annoys the
neighbors. She smiles at me and tells me that if you don't
show him it's all right to experiment with different things,
then he'll stay the same forever. He has a thing about not
trying new things because of a fear of upsetting us. Though he
knows that nothing he does will upset us so much to hate him but
it's still a subconscious fear. One that I think will never
be rooted out.
I think he's progressed
nicely over the years though. He's made some wonderful
friends and gets into all sorts of trouble these days. Though
he's still very closed in. He doesn't let many people
in and it worries me. Jun tells me not to expect any
grandchildren from him.
"Because he fears letting
people get to close to him." She tells me absentmindedly as
she flips through a magazine. "He doesn't want them to
get to close because they might go away. That's why
he's had so many girlfriends and boyfriends—"yes,
my son's Bisexual and I'm okay with it (it had taken
forever, and a few beatings from Jun to get him to just admit
it). "—because he's afraid to let them in and he
turns them away when they get to close. Natural defense really.
One that I don't think most people will want to get by and
he'll want them too. Really he only dates because he thinks
it will make you guys happy."
I sigh at what she tells me.
It's true and there's really no way of changing it.
That's my son. I love him to death but his past has really
screwed him over. I find myself hating the people who had done
this to him, and I have come to hope I met these people one-day
so I can kick the crap out of them. They deserve it after what
they did to him. Now you know where Jun's over
protective-ness comes from.