=Turning Points=

Heehee!!! This is our third ficcie that we've posted on ffn! Aren't you so proud of us? We are!!! Please be warned of the following: This ficcie contains: INCEST, RAPE, ABUSE, SUICIDE, YAOI {TAITO}& ALL OUT DISTURBING THEMES!!!!!!!  If you are a likkle pansy and cannot comprehend the beauty of such a disturbing masterpiece, go stick your nose on the chalk board and name the states in alphabetical order and then name their capitals! HA! TAKE THAT YOU MUD-LURKING POND SCUM… um.. Onward ho?

WAIT! The wonderful song featured later on in this ficcie is called : Good Riddance by Green Day. If you wish to hear a clip, head your ass on over to http://www.mp3.com and look for their stuff. We don't own Digimon and you probably already knew that—cuz if we did, Ken would be a bad ass punkie& I would be his bride, Daisuke would murder Takeru and Hikari would have drown in a toilet bowl like the little slut she is. So there!                                    Love, Orange x Peel (Editor for Samsara) 

                                              Chapter One

                                            Eclipse of the Sun

No wonder he was cold. It was the middle of January and his bed sheets were lying in a pile on the carpet. It was really difficult for him to see where he was. It took Yamato all of five minutes before he remembered what had happened. Cold, frightened sob racked his body as the boy desperately tried to forget what had happened before he had blacked out.  Not surprisingly, no tears fell from the broken blue eyes. There was no water left to use for tears.

Flashback ( 2 hours ago ) :

An extremely tired Yamato trudged his way down the frosted streets. In one hand he carried his guitar, and in the left hand he held his bus pass. Yawning deeply, the 14 year old boy climbed the seemingly everlasting stairs onto the bus. His weary eyes glanced at the digital clock that someone had so kindly placed for everyone to see. Damn, it was almost 3 am. The concert had run really late. Normally it would have ended at midnight, but the crowd begged for four encores and then the band decided to have a last-minute band practice. Sighing deeply, Matt allowed himself to slip into deep thought.  Life had taken an unexpected turn, in fact many unexpected turns. Surprisingly to the band, they had become a big success. They were in concert almost once a week and soon they would start recording their first CD, that is if they could get all the legal work out of the way. All of his friends thought that was totally great, but what if Yama didn't want to live the life of a rock star forever? He just wasn't too sure about the whole thing, but soon he would have to have made up his mind.

 Then, Mom and her boyfriend Zan had announced their marriage plans. The two were perfect for each other, and Takeru and Yamato were both sure it would work out. Zan was a great guy; He worked as a Historian and Professor and taught at a nearby University, he loved working with teenagers and was a good listener and could understand most stuff. Many people thought that he would make a great step-dad for the two "lonely" Ishida boys. Everyone that is, except for Dad. He had taken a turn for the worse since he heard about the wedding. Now he worked 22 hours a day, trying to drown out the world with work. Even though that was what he normally did, it had gotten far worse. Then, he would spend his two hours off work at bars, drinking like Armageddon was upon us and the only thing left was his sorrow and liquor.

 Never had Yamato seen his Dad so badly off. Once he had tried to get through to his father, after he didn't come home for a week.  And what had he been rewarded with? A harsh slap. It had stunned Matt with an intense pain. Never before had his father done something so horrid. Every day it got worse.  Each night Dad would come home and beat him for an hour or so. The poor man had to take out his immense anger on someone, and Yama was the perfect target. He wouldn't tell anyone because he was either too afraid or he loved his papa too much to have him locked up. It also helped that he had threatened to kill T.K. So, Matt submitted to this torture, to keep T.K alive. Of course, his beatings were carried out in precise fashions, so that all of the bruises to easily be hidden beneath long sleeved shirts and long pants. Indeed, Yamato was too afraid to speak up. He didn't want to risk his father's wrath if he told someone. Besides, would anyone ever really believe him? No one had ever known Mr. Ishida to raise a hand to his sons, so they had no reason to start suspecting it.

The jerk of the bus driver's harsh stop arouse Matt from his ponderings. Perfect. He had missed his stop and now would have to walk five blocks in the flurry. It's not like it really mattered. Dad wouldn't be home for another hour or so, so it didn't really in-truly matter. Yamato dreaded going home, and he had every reason to be. About 15 minutes later, the freezing teenager stood outside the door to his apartment, fumbling for keys. Finally, he held up a medium sized silver key and stuck it into the lock. Turning it opened up the lock, and Yamato entered the freezing cold apartment. Teeth chattering, Matt stowed his stuff next to the door and worked his way through the crowded apartment when a pair of ice cold arms dragged Yama to the ground.

" Da..Dad?! When did you get here??" the teen stuttered from the cold.

" I've been here awhile, just waiting for you, pretty," came the gruff reply.

" Pre..pretty? me..me??" Matt stuttered again, this time his voice coated thick with fear.

" That's right… pretty likkle Mattie is all mine," the man told his son. His strong arms gripped Matt tightly, refusing to release it's captive. What happened next would scar Ishida Yamato for a long while. His father, the very man he trusted, the being that had supported Yama forever brought his son's lips onto his own and rammed his tongue in. Matt's sleepy eyes shot open and his body struggled to get free, with no avail. The man's tongue roamed around the inside of Yama's tongue, tasting every tooth. After the bruising kiss, Mr. Ishida lifted his son like a rag doll and dumped him unceremoniously on Yamato's bed.

" Stop! Dad! Please don't!! I beg you, please don't!!!" Matt cried, continuing the struggle to get free.

His pleas were only rewarded with a swift punch to the stomach and a twisted wrist.

" SHUT UP BITCH!!! Don't talk to me like that you little bastard! Worthless piece of shit!" he yelled and began to tie his son to the bedpost. When Matt started to cry, as his dad  began to hit him. Twice he kicked Matt in the hip, and slapped him across the face before settling down.

" Now my fucking whore, you'd better do as I say, or else Takeru won't live to see Spring," the man grinned evilly before jamming a dirty sock in Yama's bleeding mouth.

 After securing Matt's bondages and the sock, the father picked up his pocketknife and cut away Matt's clothes. Wickedly he drew the knife across Yamato's cheek, leaving a river of blood and eventually a scar. Tears flowed freely from Yamato's eyes as his own damn father began to fuck him. After a half hour of the maddening torture, he collapsed into a welcoming darkness.

End Flashback

Matt had discovered that he had still been tied to the bedpost and that his Father was just beginning to awake.  With one last tug at the ropes, Matt found himself staring straight into the eyes of his father.  His good morning included a French kiss and a harsh slap. Mr. Ishida scrambled out of bed and hurried to get dressed for work.

" Great! Thanks to you I'm late! ASS HOLE!!!" Mr. Ishida screeched at his son and kicked him in the groin. Matt wasn't even sure that he felt the pain on his naked skin.

" You are gonna stay tied up until we can have more fun tonight, slut. Don't answer the door or phone. You do—and it'll be much worse for you and Takeru…" Mr. Ishida straightened his tie and licked Matt's lips, before biting them like hell.

Mr. Ishida left at 9:00 am, leaving his son raped, torn and broken.

TBC…  heheheh, aren't we evil lil' kiddie-poos?? What happens next? I dunno… and if you get extremely pissed that we haven't posted the rest yet, we give you every right to call us bitches ( cos that's what I do when people don't finish their stories for me to read)