Digimon

Forbidden Love

Torture

It was a normal day, the first of April, a day of no cares, just a day that could be enjoyed, a day that could enjoy a fruitful weekend, but for one, a day of torture.

Takato stood on the curb near his house, he didn't bother to go in he had no means to. The day was slow and painful; every second was like a thorn inserting themselves into his pale skin. His eyes were usually full of pride and energy with a cheerful smile now……..just eyes full of torment and his smile turned to a small frown. His goggles were hung around his neck, slanting to the side.

He waited here everyday ether after school or the weekend evenings. Takato glanced at his watch, 6:00 they would arrive soon.

A sound of footsteps reached his ear; he spun his head around to see a pair of teens walking together, their arms linked and their bodies leaning on each other.

One was a girl with crimson hair tied up in a knot; she wore a white shirt with a blue heart on it she had a warm smile on her face as her head rested on the other's shoulder.

The other person was a guy with spiky brown hair; he had had a red top with a pair of blue jeans.

Their names were Rika and Ryo, they were friends of Takato only he didn't want them to be his friends, Rika and Ryo were a couple and had been for 2 months. They were a popular pair that fitted each other perfectly, that's what made Takato want to throw up every time he saw them together.

You see, Takato had fallen in love with Rika for the past year, only he had not talked to her about it because he was a bit scared to admit it and it had been just recently after they saved Jerry from the Chaos threat and Takato didn't want to rustle up the fact to quickly.

On the day he had gathered enough courage to ask her out, Ryo walked past him a presented a beautiful brocade of roses to her and they had started dating soon after, Takato was crushed and couldn't face her since.

Rika stopped walking and gripped her arms around Ryo. She placed a hand over his cheek and slowly moved his face towards hers; Ryo moved his hands around her waist and slightly pulled her up. Takato watched in agonising horror as their faces met and their lips touched.

Takato wanted to scream, he wanted to run, he wanted to die but he could only watch with his jaw dropped down as the pair engaged a passionate kiss. He had seen them kiss before but every time it was like the first; it made his heart sink and made his eyes water.

Takato noticed their smiles and their eyes telling them to have more of the pleasure that was each other. Takato did this to himself everyday, he tortured himself everyday hoping that there was a slight chance that Rika would be alone on that pavement, begging for someone to love her then he would approach her and share his feelings and she would share hers and they would share their first kiss, full of love and deepness of each others soul, but no he was in second place. Ryo had her and he was never going to let her go.

Takato stood up and walked up the path to his house, leaving the love struck pair to whatever else that would only make his life more miserable.

He began to run up the path and allowed his tears fall down and splash on the concrete, he didn't deserve this! He had more than Ryo ever could have but he had to steal Rika away from him.

The door slammed behind him, he raced to his room fell on his bed and let his sorrow die down. After many tears Takato looked in the mirror and reflected on the thin, broken hearted boy that stood in front of him. Suddenly something in Takato snapped.

"She's mine! She is my pride! She is my joy! She brings me close to death! She makes my life a living hell! She can make my world and break it 100 times over! She can make my heart either wear out or beat faster than light! Her smile is what keeps me living and she goes and wastes it on him! She can burn my life to a crisp just by kissing him! I love this girl and I despise her! I want her warm body close to mine! I want to taste her blood red lips! I want to feel her dark hair on my face! I want see her white skin in the mornings lying next to me! I want her god damn it!"exploded Takato.

He smashed the mirror with a single punch, he was obsessed, he was twisted, and he was ruled by this life of torture because of one girl.

Takato picked up a sharp piece of glass and prepared run it through his wrist.

"I won't live a life where she is not mine!" he shrieked.

"Takato…" a voice whispered in his ear. Takato looked around his room, nothing.

"Takato it's not your time" said the voice again.

"Who's there?" he whispered. Takato looked at the piece of glass in his hand; there was a knight with a red cape, a lance and shield with eyes that made Takato shiver.

"Gallantmon……" stuttered Takato. The image faded and so did the glass, all the glass vanished and reappeared on the mirror.

"Wwwas that a sign?" Takato said in a slight bit of terror. Takato shook his head and looked and the restored bits of glass.

"I nearly…..I have to get off this Rika idea pretty soon I'll do something so stupid I'll probably…" Takato went white in the face that he had nearly committed suicide…..over Rika and had been ranting on about claiming her.

Takato inched his way into bed and went into a sleep out of sheer exhaustion of the day. It had been to quick of an action and the Gallantmon sign, did it mean he wasn't meant to die, yet. Takato hoped an early sleep would do him good, the day had taken its toll on him, and it was a day of absolute torture…………..