A.N: Hello everyone, and welcome to my newest Takari. This one, unlike my last one, Second Chances are so Few is darker and more mature. This story will have cursing, sexual references, along with use of alcohol. So, if any of you want to back out, I suggest that you leave now. Otherwise, stay tuned for what's coming up…

I got the idea for this fic when I went to New Orleans two summers ago while I was working on my last fic. I didn't want to start working on it though until I got the one done, or else I never would have finished it.

This is just the prologue, so the introduction is really short. I hope you don't get too confused.

So, despite how much different this story is from my other one, I hope you enjoy it. It's time to start the show!!

1/08/07- Slightly edited for consistency.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon whatsoever. However, some of the characters and places are of my creation, so I take credit for that, as well as the story idea.

Italics: Thoughts, flashbacks…


"Derailed"

By

Malcolm Yuy

Prologue: Fading into the Rain

It was a dark, stormy night as the rain poured down on the unsuspecting city. The thunder echoed across the night sky as lightening flashed, its blinding light being magnified by surrounding buildings made of glass and concrete. People were moving in a huddled crowd, all carrying umbrellas to shield them from the onslaught of water from above. And there, amongst the crowd, one person was struggling to free their way from the overcrowding masses. It was a young woman.

I have to get away from him, I just have to, the young woman thought as she squirmed her way through the crowd so that she could cross the street. He shouldn't see her, must not not see her under any circumstances whatsoever. The man in question called out her name as he caught sight of her, also making his way through the crowd so that he could follow the young woman.

This only made the woman run faster, though. Being ignorant of the traffic in the streets, the young woman began running on the crosswalk into oncoming traffic. The traffic screeched to a halt as the woman crossed, making her way to the other side of the street. She just had to get away from him, get as far away from him at all costs. He must not know what's biting at her, what's eating at her.

But the man, being near her age, would not relent. He would not stop until he caught up to her, by whatever means necessary. She meant the world to him, and he would do anything to end her pain, whatever it was that caused her trouble. He just had to catch up to her. After seeing her cross the street in a disorderly fashion, the young man the young man hurried his way through the crowd, with umbrella in hand. He was going to catch that girl even if it meant not attending school the next day.

The man made his way into the alley that the woman darted into, and called her name again, the rain still pounding down upon them as the chase continued. The young woman cursed herself for not working out in the past few months, unlike the male who was currently pursuing her. She hid behind a dumpster to catch her breath as the young man made his way towards her. She abruptly stopped breathing as the man looked from his left to right, calling out her name, again and again. Her heart began to beat furiously, as she heard every step he made, every advance made to get closer to his objective. She prayed to God that he didn't hear her breathing, or else, it would be the end of her.

Her eyes widened as she heard him suddenly stop. She was curious as to why he stopped. She slowly stood up, high enough only so that she could peer over the dumpster to see her pursuer. He stood there, clutching the umbrella as she could see him exhale carbon dioxide into the surrounding air. What surprised the young woman was not the state the young man was in- being drenched from head to toe, carrying a black umbrella over his head as he stopped to catch his breath. No. What caught her attention the most was the look in his eyes. Even though the night was dark, and the umbrella hid most of his face in the shadows, she could see his eyes clearly like the sun. And it was the expression in his eyes which hurt her the most. She held her breath as she heard him speak.

"Where are you?! Why are you running away from me?! Don't you know I would do anything…" the man looked down at his shoes, standing atop the filthy ground beneath them. He sobbed as he looked back up towards the wall standing across from him. "Anything..for you?" He sighed again as he looked around.

"Where are you?" The woman clutched her heart as she saw him standing there, looking around, for a sign, any sign that the person he was looking for was somewhere close by. She frowned, but she knew she had to keep herself strong for just a few more moments.

Just be quiet for a few more moments, just a few more, the girl thought, as she looked down upon her current state. Her clothes, since her confrontation with the young man, were horrible. Soaked in rain, and now, covered with tar and filth, the young woman was disgusted with herself. But she had to keep her composure, at least for a few more minutes. She then looked back up to where the young man was. He was currently looking down at his feet, again. He sighed as he turned around.

He said her name, a sob escaping his lips, before slowly walking back into the streets of the city. Lightening flashed as she watched him retreat, and, slowly but surely, she made her way from behind the dumpster. When the young man faded into the cityscape, the young woman suddenly sat down and huddled up against the wall adjacent to her.

And as the rain continued pouring down, she cried…


I hope you all enjoyed the prologue of Derailed. If you have, then I hope you enjoy the first chapter even more. I know there are questions that you want to ask, but I will leave your curiosity up to you until the next chapter.

Please review. Your comments mean a lot to me, and I want to know what you think of this story so far. Plus, it'll give me time to improve.

Now, I will try to submit a new chapter every two weeks. Notice the keyword try. I already have the first two chapters completed, and I want to give this space so that it can give me time to work on a new one so I can have one done ahead of time. If my persistence works, then you people won't have to wait as long as you did last time to hear from me. At least, that's what I hope for.

So, until the first chapter, ja ne!- Malcolm Yuy