The Flame Within: Chapter 1 - Tears
Here is my first try of translating my german story series "The Flame Within" Please be gentle. It's my first translation, and my english is not the best. This chapter is NO-YIFF, but the second one will be different... ;) The story is totally fictive, so please don't take it too seriously! (There could be some differences from the german version, but the main story is the same)
- * * The Flame Within: Chapter 1 - Tears It was a truly cold and gray winter. Kyle heard his alarm ringing at 7 o'clock, annoying him like every morning in the schooltime. The 16 year old lifted his arm and smashed the alarm, which stopped directly. It was raining outside. That lowered his temper pretty much. He sat on the edge of his bed and stayed for a while looking in the emptyness, befogged by his tiredness. Slowly, he rose to take a look at his schedule. He groaned. This morning, his most hated subjects were next. He innerly frighted, reminding of an math-exam, he didn't study for. Despite everything, he normally went to the bath, took a shower and dressed. After this he walked into the kitchen, where he took his breakfast as every morning. Remembering the time he snatched his bag, his jacket and his shoes and stepped outside the house. It was still very dark as he walked along the street. He uncased his MP3-player and listened to the music, walking down the lonely pavement. After a quarter of an hour he reached school. He saw his classmates loitering in front the entrance. Kyle was more the maverick in his class, but he attempted being affected over and over. Like every morning he greeted them with a shy "Hi", but got no response. He was rather ignored. Kyle came as a loner two years ago. The early death of his parents forced him to move to his uncle, who lived in another town far away from his home. At first he refused, but he had no other family members left. His grandparents died before his parents. As the gong rang out, he followed his class into the room, where the exam was. Just as he sat down, his headteacher came in quickly and delivered the tasks. Kyle took a deep breath. The tasks were unbelievable difficult. He could do nearly nothing, like a big part of his class. After this hard lesson he stayed in the hallway and leaned against the wall. He plugged in the headphone of his MP3-player and listened to the music. He didn't notice a group approaching him. As he felt the steps on the floor, he turned his MP3-player off and watched the group. It was Brat and his gang, who badgered him nearly every day. Kyle looked away, pretending to listen to the music. The gang surrounded him. Brat, the leader of the group, said with a bitter grin on his face: "Oh, dude! You don't have any friends, do you? Maybe it's because you're a faggot!" Kyle hid his face from them as the whole gang laughed at him. Then Brat gave him a firm hit to the back of his head. Then Kyle couldn't take this anymore. His anger came out as he turned and bashed Brat's stomach. Instantly the gang members stepped in and kicked after Kyle, who flailed. He heard someone calling: "You are such a dumbass, Kyle! That's why you've got no friends!" After a while his headteacher came and bizarrely confronted Kyle, not Brat: "A manner like this will offer you huge problems in your near future! You know that, Kyle! The penalty for you is detention for two hours each day! I hope for you, this may curb your agressions against your classmates!" As he heard this, Kyle responded:" I didn't start that brawl! Brat hit me and I had to fight back!" But Kyle knew his words were senseless, because a huge part of his class was at Brat's side. Because of group pressure they usually lied and told the headteacher false facts. They were used to pretend they would try to make him a good comrade. But on the reverse of the medal they were nothing as a big piece of shit. At last, Kyle was the black sheep and had to get detention... For two hours the whole week! As he left the building, he heard almost all members of his class laughing at him. It was hard for him to hold back his tears. Yet he turned and gave them the finger. It was already sunset as he moved off towards home. It was raining, but it wasn't the only dropping thing. His tears blended with the cold water. Tears, full of anger and disappointment. As he reached his home, he stepped into the living-room. His unlce lay on the couch watching TV. Once he saw the tears on Kyles cheeks, his facial expression went derisive. He rose and walked over to him. "When may you stop this gay crying?! You should finally become a man!", he shouted right in Kyle's face: "You bitch up your fucking life! You don't get it! Huh? You little faggot?" Kyle's eyes were empty now. Since his parents died five years ago, his uncle became his supervisor. Every single clue of his "faggoty" got him strokes. Even his deep grief was brutally supressed by him. Also now he lunged out and slapped Kyle's face very hard. He didn't move. His whole body trembled of hate, fear and grief, he suffered for years. With a disparaging look his uncle said: "From now on you've got house arrest, until you've learned, how to fix your life. At this moment, Kyle would have said: "YOU'RE SREWING UP MY LIFE, YOU BASTARD!" But he couldn't. "Get lost!", his uncle snarled. Without any word, Kyle turned and walked over to his room. Just as he arrived, he fell aground and smashed the floor over and over again. He stopped as he felt his fists bleeding. He grasped a pillow and screamed his whole pain into it. Soon it was soaked with tears. He slumped on the edge of his bed and stared at the ground. He hated everything. No one wanted to understand him. As he lay onto the bed, he cleaved to his covers. He only wanted someone, who really could understand him, who cloud deliver this pain. But he knew, it was only an impossible dream. He sat up and stared deep into the darkness, as if it was as empty as his soul. Why wouldn't he feel better in the next world? What kept him in this world? Once again, his eyes were filled with tears, while he whispered into the darkness: "Nothing... Nothing keeps me the fuck in this world! I don't want it anymore!" Slowly he rose and walked over to the window. He opened it and looked out. He was on the fourth floor. A fall from this point he wouldn't have survived. He closed his eyes hardly, stepping on the window board. Just as he considered to jump, he heard a voice: "You're not alone! Please stop this!" Kyle frighted and opened his eyes and jumped back into his room. He looked around and asked: " Who's there?", but no one answered. Full of curiosity he dressed and stepped out of the house. There was no fear in his mind. "Kyle... I want to help you" Kyle span around, until he saw something emerging from a wall. He screw up his eyes to see it clearly. It was a little bit taller than him. It was an dragon-human hybrid and had a blue skin shining in the moonlight. A white skin proceeded from it's belly up to it's muzzle. Kyle stood there dumbfounded about the beauty of the blue dragon. As the creature came nearer to him, he stepped away a little bit. He stammered: "W-w-who are you?"I'm Flamedramon, a Digimon", the blue dragon answered smiling at him. Kyle was still a little doubtful and asked: "What's going on here? Why do you know my name? What are you?"Flamedramon wanted to open his mouth, but he howled in pain suddenly. Kyle saw a bloody wound on his chest. He was shot by an policeman from behind! The policeman screamed: "B-b-boy! Get away from that beast! It will kill you!" Kyle stared at Flamedramon, who lay on the ground coughing blood. Why would Flamedramon kill him? He just didn't do anything. He seemed to be nice to him. Why should someone doubt him? With tears in his eyes he stood in decked him and shouted: "Please stop! He won't do anything!" Then the policeman aimed at Kyle, shouting: "You...! Out of my way!" "Kyle...!", Flamedramon gasped, "Please... don't get yourself in danger! He will shoot you!" Kyle looked down at him, full of emotions. He saw good purposes in the beautiful red eyes. "No! I can't let you die right now, Flamedramon!" Flamedramon stared in amazement for a while, then he smiled at him. Kyle did a quick choice and lifted the blue body. He gasped under the weight of the dragon, but he could handle it. He ran away as fast as he could, until he got the chance to hide in a dark narrow street. He lay down the body and watched his wound carefully. His mind was shattered as he realized how dangerous the wound was. The bullet nearly hit his heart. He into his eyes and said: "The bullet is still in your body. I need to remove it..." Flamedramon nodded and said: "I trust you" Slowly his fingers dug into the bloody hole on Flamedramon's chest. The Digimon writhed in terrible pain, but he tried to hold still. His mind was in panic as his fingers were seeking after the piece of metal in Flamedramon's body. Finally he did it. He pulled his fingers out of the wound and threw the bullet away. Flamedramon watched him gently and said: "Thank... you..." Then his eyes closed. Kyle's facial expression went into pure fright. "No...", he whispered. As Flamedramon breathing stopped, he panicked. What could he do? Why did it come so far? His nerves were fully down. He had only one chance to save him. He needed to give him a cardiac massage, but he wasn't sure, if this could help him, but he had to try it. Carefully he placed his hands at the stomach of the blue dragon and began to push. He continued, while his tears dripped down on the lifeless body. All his efforts seemed to get nowhere. Kyle couldn't take this anymore and cried his pain out to the night, but he didn't stop the movement of his hands. "Please, don't let it end like that!!" He could save Flamedramon. His will was a strong as steel. Every thought was now focused on the blue dragon. He could do it! And finally Flamedramon started breathing. Direcly he controlled his pulse. He was alive! Kyle let out a sigh of relief. He did it! He lay a hand on the neck of the blue dragon and said: "You're still bleeding very much! I need to bandage you" Flamedramon was still very weak, but he nodded. Kyle took his shirt out to replace it for a bandage. He made no effort to do it. He ignored the coldness, because his body was warm, because of his excitement. As he wrapped it around Flamedramons stomach, he said: "Why... did you save me?" He was still breathing heavily. "I've lost enough people in my life. I didn't want that experience again" Flamedramon looked at him caringly. Then he took his and and said: "I understand you better than any other person. The loss of your parents hit you deeply. I know about the deep grief inside you; Kyle" Kyle frighted as he felt himself blushing. No matter what Flamedramon was. He seemed to understand his deepest feelings. He refused to believe it, but he felt something smoldering within, which seemed suppressed his whole life. He looked squarely into the gorgeous red eyes. Where did his knowledge come from? And why did he know, how Kyle felt. "W-we need to find a save place for you, where you can recover", he said distracting. "Y-yeah", Flamedramon said, as he tried to rise. But he couldn't do it. Before he could fall back on the ground, he was caught by Kyle's hands. He buttressed the weak blue dragon. "Thank you", he said. The fact was, Kyle had no idea where to keep him. He rifled through his memories if there's any place for him to hide. "Don't you... know, where to go?" "No, not really..." "May I rest at your home?" "Forget it. My uncle would treat you like a monster! He would call the police and we would get more trouble" "But where then?" Even Kyle couldn't answer. There had to be anything, anywhere! Then he remembered something: "Now I know!" "What is... it? "A few years ago I built up a tree house deep in the park. We could hide you there... if it's still there." Kyle wondered whether it was still demolished, but he was optimistic. "Sound's... great!", Flamedramon spoke weakly. In a slow tempo they made their way to the old tree house. As they finally arrived, Kyle could only gape. The tree house still very well after all these years. But after they climbed up the ladder, the disillusion came over them. All the furnitures he once arranged, where stolen. No wonder! No one could sleep here under this condition, Kyle thought to himself, who was tearing his hair. Flamedramon looked around and then he took his armor, till he was completely naked. Kyle felt his heart dropping into his gut as he saw the muscular body. He could only stare at the stomach, because the wound has disappeared. The blue dragon lay down on the ground and curled up. He realized Kyle's care and said: "I can sleep very well. Thank you for everything, Kyle" Kyle could only stare at Flamedramon's beautiful body. His emotions went crazy. He just wanted to be close to Flamedramon. There was no doubt he has fallen in love. His senses seemed to oblige him to tell Flamedramon his feelings for him. But the big fear of refused kept his mouth closed. His heart nearly detonated! Then Flamedramon smiled at him. Kyle's mind was now fully intent on him. "You need to go home?", he asked. Kyle's senses denied loudly and he could only agree. He finally made a decision: "I think, I should stay. My home is only a prison to me" Flamedramon chuckled and said: "You wanna sleep on the hard ground? I'm a Digimon. I'm used to it. You, the humans are used to sleep on beds" He was probably right. Kyle could barely sleep on the wooden floor. The coldness was a very big problem, too. But there was no option for him. Anyway he lay down and curled himself up into a ball. It was horrible. He found no position for sleeping. The coldness let his lower jaw shake. Flamedramon seemed to feel comfortable. Kyle's senses cried for release and he couldn't take it anymore. He had to let his feelings out! "May I sleep closer to you? "Why do you ask? Of course you can! Make yourself comfortable!" It took a load off his mind. He scooted over to him and pretended to sleep. Every minute felt like hours. Without attracting attention from Flamedramon, he scooted even closer to him. After a time their body's were only half an inch apart. He heard him breathing quietly through his nostrils. Kyle approached to him, until his skin touched the soft blue skin of the blue dragon. There was no turning back anymore... His feeling came out as he hugged the Digimon closely. His whole love was now exposed. Flamedramon noticed that and wrapped his arms around Kyle's shoulders, pressing his body to the human caressing. For the first time, Kyle felt free of fear and pain. He was now free!