A/N: This is an AU fic. I do not own Digimon and I never will. If I did, that would be the end of Digimon. Ok, no really. Forget it. I have no humor at all.

Let's see, please r&r and please don't flame me. I'll remove all flamers. I would love some constructive criticism however. Let's get on with the fic. Oh, and some of the characters won't exist. Their ages are twisted, I know. This is an AU fic afterall. There will also be no Digimon. Only the Tamers.

Ryo-17

Rika-16

Juri-15

Takato-15

Kenta-15

Kazu-15

Henry-14

Note: All the ages are in human ages. If you want to find out their real ages (ages in my fic, that is). Multiply by 1000. Duh

//…\\- Character thoughts.

(…)-A/N

Chapter 1~ Rika's POV (errr, I suck at this so it somewhat seems as though the POV isn't really the POV.)

It was a dark and stormy night. I sighed as I looked out the window and into the darkness of the night.

"Oh, I wish how I could be out there in the cooling rain, lightning, and winds!" I said as I sighed again. In truth, I am a water witch, but nobody knew this for if someone did, my secret would most likely leak out into the world, and I would be hunted down and killed, as even now, witches are still feared.

"Rika, it's dinner time!" my mother called from the bottom of the steps.

"I'm not hungry, mother." I replied moodily. Sometimes, just sometimes, I would wish that people knew my secret and would appreciate and like me still. Then again, not many people know or like me. However, most of all, I wish that there was another witch or warlock or a mystical creature out there, like me. The last time I had known some was over 1,000 years ago, and those mystical creatures and warlock had been killed. Or so said the rumors. The rumors had been about several witch hunters who had caught and killed a mystical creature. I feared it had been my friend, Henry. The other rumors were about other warlocks and mystical creatures found dead, in the massacre. Then again, my friends might have gotten away.

Henry was a kind and gentle soul, with bottomless silver eyes and a gentle and knowing voice. Henry had long and thin arms and legs, which were a great contribution to his mystic life. His hands were slim and artistic. Those hands were capable of anything! Whatever instrument he touched and played, no matter how old or ragged, the most beautiful music would always pour forth, telling an enchanting story, whether it be sad or happy. When he painted or write, the most beautiful artwork and composition would spring to life. No matter what Henry did, the greatest of things would come to life.

"I miss him so much! If only he were here with me today…we would romp in the rain, splashing and throwing lightning at each other! That was fun to do, but now, it seems so lifeless and boring without him…" It reminded me of Shakespeare's play about Romeo and Juliet. Although Henry and I are no Romeo and Juliet, it was a twisted version of two best friends being torn apart. Well, almost that way. However, I loved someone else and Henry loved someone else. Unfortunately, I don't know what had happened to our loves. Then, with my acute hearing, I heard the sounds of a fight, starting in an alley a couple blocks down. Without a second thought, I leaped out of my open window and off into the darkness.

~Alley a couple blocks down~ Henry's POV

"Well well, what do we have here? Hmmm, looks like a street rat that needs to be taught a lesson! Isn't that right, boys." Sneered a vicious looking thug. Henry crouched, narrowing his glowing silver eyes and calculating the odds of him winning this fight, without using any of his powers. Of course, he had the upper hand since he was faster, stronger, and of course, the best in fighting, but since it had been such a long time since he last had some nourishment, he would have some problems. However, this thug just happened to be big with no brains and all muscle, so therefore, Henry wouldn't have much of a problem. Now, on the other hand, the henchmen would be a problem. They were smaller in stature and size, but they apparently had the brains, which the boss did not have.

//Oh well, I can deal. What else can I do? Running obviously is not an option \\

"Obviously, you are the leader. Impressive, but not impressive enough." I smirked and then my expression was immediately replaced with a deadly calm and focused look. The thug didn't even know what hit him. One minute, I was smirking, and the second, the thug was out cold. It's good to be me, sometimes.

"Who's next?" I challenged, "Or are you all chicken?" The remaining henchmen scowled and attacked. They all attacked me from different angles and with different attacks, therefore requiring me to use different defenses all at once, while trying to fend of all the attacks.

//Yes, I was correct. The henchmen are most definitely the greater enemy. I might just have to use my power if they keep on coming at me all at once \\

"What do you think you street bums are doing!?" whispered a soft yet piercing voice. A female voice, that is.

"Stay out of this, wench. It doesn't involve you." snarled one of my attackers.

"Yes it does, especially if you are attacking one of my friends, jerks." snapped the female angrily. I didn't even look up. I was very grateful to my savior and would have looked up when she said 'friend', but I was too busy trying to catch my breath. As my vision swam before me, I felt the pressure on my arm lifted and heard my captor say, "What did you call us? You'll regret that you've ever been born! Attack her!"

//Foolish mortal, he's letting his anger get the better of him. That will be his downfall. Who is this female anyway? She seems to be putting up a very good fight. Wait a minute, I remember that voice and I remember that fighting style! \\ I had looked up and through my rapidly fading vision, I had seen a teenage girl, some years older than me, fighting with a very recognizable fighting style. She had an offensive style, giving no mercy and ruthlessly beating her opponents up. The girl was also frighteningly familiar, long strawberry brown hair, blazing violet eyes, and a tall slim body.

//It can't be! I mean, she died, didn't she? Then again, nobody ever found her body… Then it must be, it just has to be…\\

~Rika's POV~

"What do you think you street bums are doing!?" I whispered in my ready-to-kill voice. When I reached the alley, I immediately recognized the now starved, painfully thin, and tall form of my best friend. He was alive! Henry was still alive! I couldn't believe it. However, this was not a good time to rejoice. I had to deal with Henry's attackers first.

"Stay out of this, wench. It doesn't involve you." snarled one of the jerks. Inwardly, I was fuming with anger and hate, but I wisely did not let that show. I retained a calm and focused state of mind. After all, Henry did say that if you let your anger guide you, your anger will most likely lead you to your downfall. Only in the most desperate of times should you count on your anger to save you. Unfortunately, this was not the time so I was stuck.

"Yes it does, especially if you are attacking one of my friends, jerks." I snapped. Henry didn't even look up. I became really concerned. What had happened to Henry to make him look so starved and weak? I mean, Henry would have been able to defeat and/or kill thousands of morals and/or immortals in less than a minute, so why was he not able to defeat these MORTALS!? That was so unlike him.

"What did you call us? You'll regret that you've ever been born! Attack her!" Oh great, what a foolish mortal. He's attacking with his anger. That will be his downfall. I'm going to have some fun.

"Oooo…"

"Man, who is this girl? She fights like…umph!"

While I was beating the hell out of the thugs, I noticed Henry look up with pain-filled eyes. At first, he didn't seem to recognize me, but how could that be? My concentration almost faltered. Henry always had the quickest and brightest mind of all the immortals, so what was wrong now? As soon as I'm done with these jerks, I'll have to do a mind and body probe on him. Oh how I wish I could use my powers! Well, maybe I can do a scan, and see if I can kill them or not. I'm evil, am I not? Well, not totally evil…but still evil.

//Let's see, oh man, damn it. I thought the massacre finished these evildoers a long time ago! I mean, all the survivors were all caught and killed by the witch hunters, right? Right? Oh shit…never mind \\

"Hydro spear!" I had no choice. I had to use my power.

"This wench is a witch!!! BE CAREFUL!!!" screamed a just newly dead guy. Well, he wasn't dead when he screamed that, but you get my point. Now, for the other two thugs.

"Ice crystals!" Hmm, that finished them off pretty quickly. I should have done a power check when I scanned them. Oh well, that's ok. Turning to face Henry, I noticed that he was pulsing a silver/black color. He was HEALING himself! Nobody could do that! Only the most powerful immortal could do that! Was this really Henry? Or is he some Henry look-a-like?

R&R PLEASE!!!

A/N: Ok, that's all I have for now, but I promise that more will come! So, please just read it! Oh, it might seem somewhat sloppy. I spent like several hours on this thing while at my aunts' house. I was bored beyond belief.