Shattered Illusions

Summary: Yamato ran away from a past full of pain and suffering. Then, he met Taichi- a stunning image of beauty. But then, any illusion, including the most stunning, can be shattered by the smallest whisper of emotion

D-Angel: Arrgggh! My old account has been deactivated! I seriously want to kill the fucker that reported me. Thanks a lot; I've lost many reviews for fifteen odd stories thanks to you (Including le epic Feelings!). I really hope you feel good about yourself, really I do. Fanfiction (dot) net, you're very rude for not notifying me about closing my account. Still, you reporting little fuckers can't stop me! Report me all you want :P I'll just keep coming back with my wonderful kinky yaoi!

Anyways, rant over. Time to introduce this story for the second time. –sighs- (Note that the title has been changed! Sounds a lot better me thinks).

Well yeah, I decided to post this story up to give people a taste of what the style of writing in 'Everlasting Love' (The sequel to Feelings, which I may now mod up and re post on this new account of mine) will be like. The style of this story will be more mature and dark which is how I typically write my original stories on fictionpress (dot) com (Who are nice and haven't closed my account).

This story isn't going to be all sugary sweet, I've never really written with that sort of style (People that have read Feelings will know that). I like to focus on the grim realism of certain issues in life so prepare yourself for an angst filled sandwich.

Ok, the prologue is going to be in Matt's point of view, and the rest of the chapters will be in third person.

Ok enough of me blabbing. Read on and enjoy.

Rating: M (To be on the safe side, ey?)

Warnings: Mention of blood, nudity and implications of rape

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Prologue

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I knew something was very wrong the very moment I reached the apartment block stairs. A sickening feeling lurched through my stomach as I gazed up the stairs for a split second, the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol hung evidently in the air screaming to me that they had already been here. I was too late. Anger suddenly rushed through me; I let out a small-frustrated cry before I ran up the stone stairs, skipping two steps at a time until I had reached the right floor. I paused for a few seconds to regain my breath.

I was drenched and shivering a little because of the rain that had soaked me earlier on when I had rushed over here. My heart was slamming violently against my chest as I started to take small shaky steps along the pathway, those small steps soon evolved into huge strides as I grew more worried about my friend's.. no screw that.. my lover's safety. I really regretted getting him involved with all this; it just was not worth the risk. I had promised to help him, to give him freedom but I had totally betrayed him.

My eyes were soon starring emptily at the door to his apartment, I refused to let the tears that were threatening to blur my vision escape from my eyes as I studied the white door, which was open ajar, and had traces of dark red blood spread across it. I feared and expected the worse as I slowly pushed my hand against the door; I shivered a little as it creaked loudly on its hinges. I stepped bravely into the apartment that was as black as coal.

The apartment purely smelt of death with just a trace of his beautiful scent. My hand instantly fumbled around for the light switch while my eyes attempted to adjust to the darkness. I cursed silently under my breath when I failed to find the light switch. I thought for a few seconds before I reached into my jeans pocket and dug around for my lighter. Once I found it I tugged it out and with it firmly gripped firmly in my hand I use my thumb to flick the flame up. Despite the flame was small and feeble it allowed me to familiarise with my surroundings a little better.

The living room was in a right mess with overturned furniture and shattered photo frames spread across the laminated flooring. My eyes stayed focus on the floor and I walked towards the bedroom door. I froze on the spot when I saw small droplets of blood mixed with shards of broke glass gathered a few centimetres away from the door.

" Taichi," Was the name that escaped from my lips oh so naturally and fluently with an edge of passion to it making it almost sound just like the times I had called out his name during our love making, only this time there was an evident pinch of worry to my voice. I was startled when I heard a weak murmur come from inside the room as I pushed the door open slowly. My hand instantly felt for the dimmer switch.

" No," A weak but yet gorgeous voice muttered from the far end of the room causing me to immediately to move my hand away from the light switch as if I had just touched a hot iron. I let out a small whimper of panic as I glanced over at where the voice had come from and automatically found my feet rushing towards the figure resting limply against the wall, next to the single bed we had made love in countless of times. I shaking clearly when I knelt down on the floor, I used the flame from my lighter to examine my beautiful Chi.

To my relief his handsome face was unmarked, however, I soon realised that my poor baby was totally naked and his body was covered in countless cuts and forming bruises. It took me a few more seconds to realise that those cuts were knife wounds and that the whole of his chest was almost covered entirely with warm, wet blood. Tears stung my vision as I gazed back at his face, his eyes were barely open but I could see a glimmer of pain in his sweet chocolate brown eyes.

" Yama," He rasped feebly before he violently coughed up a mouthful of blood. I dropped my lighter onto the floor and scooped his body up onto my lap allowing the back of his head to rest limply on my shoulder. I was no fool. I knew he was dying but part of me wanted to deny that he was.

" Shh, it's ok Chi," I cooed as if he was just a child, which was far from the truth because despite the annoying hyper moods he went into at times he was mature as hell. I still thought that even when he started to sob quietly in fear and pain. He was no fool himself, he realised that he was dying.

" It hurts," Tai whispered, his voice filled with distress as one of his hands gripped tightly onto my drenched t-shirt. I held him closely realising he had been fatally stabbed. I could hear his breathing become more and more laboured.

" I'm sorry, Tai," I stuttered while tears trickled hopelessly down my face. My boyfriend was dying because of me, because I had got him involved with my life. I had thought myself as blessed when I first met Taichi Yagami at college around a year ago. It was a chance meeting, an act of fate if you wish to call it that. But fate is such a cruel thing and always ends up hurting the ones you love the most.

Unlike fairytales, real stories never have a happy ending.

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D-Angel: So yeah.. That's the prologue.. Short but not so sweet :( Now, the next plenty of chapters will be set in the past beginning at the point where Matt first met Tai. Chapter one will be posted up whenever I can, which is difficult seeing as I have exams now. So that may not be until early June. Thanks for reading and please remember the review of your way out (Please review again if you reviewed this story on my old account! I'd be grateful if you did!)

See ya next chapter.

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25/05/05

28/04/05 : Title has been changed from Shattered Hearts Broken Dreams to Shattered Illusions, which in my opinion sounds a lot better and fits the themes of this story very well.