Digimon

Forbidden Love

Mask

Takato had been resting away his afternoon, sleeping, starring into space and more sleeping, firmly gripped in his pale hands was the rapier.

The sudden uproar of evil had startled Takato, usually the digidestined would band together and save the world like before but now it was only a secret to him, the sudden attack by his other had mad things even worse.

"It's not fair. First I've been depressed because of lost love, nearly committing suicide, having realistic nightmares, finding out the evil is my other, nearly getting killed by fearful creatures and what's worse is that I stole a kiss from Rika, she probably hates me for that…" Takato moaned.

He got up, looking closely at the sword, what amazed him was the skill he had used, it was like the sword was leading him like a dance instructor, each twirl and attack was done on pure reflex, he had seemed a little darker as well.

He swung the sword mindfully, he then wondered if it was a one time thing, maybe it only worked once, he needed a target to test it out.

"Okay then, if I can throw 500 hundred bits of paper in the air and successfully slice each one in a straight line down the middle while it's still in the air then I know that this thing gives me incredible sword skill." Takato thought aloud.

He picked up a bundle of paper from his Dad's study, he stood in the middle of his room, took a deep breath and threw it up, paper glided slowly everywhere in the room.

"Now!" Takato said as he gripped the rapier, he jumped forward and literally flew through the air and cutting faster than a 200mph sports car.

He then landed gracefully on one knee, the sword pointing to the side, he turned around to see what he'd done, he turned around and his jaw dropped, all the paper had been cut directly down the middle, and had landed into two separate piles.

"That proves it! The sword gives me great agility and skill! That's why Gallantmon gave it to me! It gives me powers!" Takato said jumping around like a little kid.

Despite having a digimon, he had always wanted powers of his own, he danced around with a massive grin on his face and then yawned, jumped around had been tiring, he stretched and clicked his back.

"Wait a minute! Wasn't my back bleeding after an attack!" Takato took off his shirt and looked at it, there were to rips in his shirt and defiantly blood stained into it.

Takato looked in the mirror and looked at his back, there were two pale and fading scars, but no blood, it had healed, and extremely fast.

"I wonder," Takato thought, he went to his desk and took out a Swiss army knife, it had been a little souvenir he had picked up on one of his holidays, he took a deep breath an shut his eyes and cut I across his arm, he winced as line of red liquid appeared.

It was normal until Takato noticed the wound healing, the blood draining off of his skin, soon after two minutes it was back to the way it had been.

"Whoa! Healing powers! That explains my back! Hey I wonder if I'm any stronger!" Takato looked in the mirror and marvelled at the strong figure in front of him, his physic was a lot bulkier, the muscles on his arms and shoulders were a lot bigger.

"I may not be as strong as the Hulk but it still beats the wimpier me, I guess like a radioactive active spider the rose is giving me powers! What else can I do?" Takato sat down and thought before putting on a fresh shirt.

He couldn't think of anything else and went outside to check the damage that had been done too his house, there were several holes in his walls and he would have to pay loads just too get interior fixed.

"How do I explain this too Mum and Dad, they'll ground me to the next millennia!" Takato said he went over to the wall and rubbed his hands on the inside of the wall, just then his hands began to glow faintly on the outline, he back off in shock.

"Now what's happening too me!" Takato said he threw his hands in front of him, the bit's of broken wall shined a similar colour to Takato's hands.

Takato looked at the glowing rubble, he moved his hands forward, the rubble was pushed back by an invisible force.

"Huh?" Takato said as he moved his hands closer, same as the last time, parts of the wrecked house moved towards him, Takato moved his hands back and forth, each time the rubble following like a shadow.

"Whoa! I can move objects telekinetically! Let's see if I an lift it!" Takato raised his hands, suddenly getting a painful feeling in his head.

"Ouch! There's so much strain on my mind! It's just like trying to lift a girder, maybe I need to practise a bit…" Takato thought as he rubbed his aching temples.

Slowly he tried to move it, it hurt less and less the more he tried, soon he could raise it above the house, he then let it drop and breathed heavily.

"Wow! I just need to keep a clear mind, focus on what I want to move and it does it! Hey…maybe it could fix the wall!" Takato thought excitedly.

He went close to the wall, he shut his eyes and breathed slowly, he raised his right hand and concentrated, his hand glowed a scarlet colour and all the rubble moved to his silent command, after a long 10 minutes all the wall was fixed and Takato opened his eyes.

"Wow (pant) that took some strain on the (pant) body and mind (pant)" Takato breathed quickly, all this power was coming in so fast he could hardly keep up.

"Wait a second, before that creature could kill me, I somehow disappeared and reappeared" Takato smirked.

"Okay then let's give it a shot! Teleport…now!" Takato shouted, nothing happened, he was standing in the same spot.

"Huh? Teleport activate!" Takato yelled again, still noting, he tried at least fifty time but was stuck there like an idiot.

"Come on! Let's try something different, maybe if I focus on where I want to be, keep a clear thought…" Takato stood still and relaxed.

Then, bubbling up from the dark depths of his mind, a faint shine of red came over Takato, in a split second there was a quick red flash of light and he was gone.

Again Takato was in that world of roses, it seemed to be in the middle of reality, like a bus stop to where he wanted to go.

When he next blinked he was standing in a whole different place, he was on the roof of his house, and he didn't have much grip.

"Whoa! Too high! Too high!" Takato said shaking his arms everywhere trying to keep balance, then he slipped off of the roof and was sent plummeting down.

"Aghhhhhh! Come on! Teleport now!" He said, he focused and like moving objects with his mind the more he did it the better he was at it, he vanished and reappeared on the grass outside.

"Yikes…that was close…I'll practise teleportation later, hey…these powers are a blessing, I could use these against ExTakato!" he said with a fist clench, he was full of energy.

"Great…I'm starting to sound like Captain America…but maybe I can do this, I've always dreamed of being a hero…yeah!" Takato said as he raced through the house to his room.

He grabbed a chair and sat on his desk, he grabbed his drawing pad, he smiled slyly and used his mind power to levitate a pencil toward him.

He started drawing like crazy, he spent all of the afternoon scribbling down idea's, he threw most of them away, he needed something to match his powers and weapon.

"Okay, the costume has to be red, that's the colour of all my powers, do I need a symbol? Nah, I need a mask, it has to be something that doesn't cover all my face but enough so that I won't be recognised!" Takato thought as millions of ideas poured into his head.

Soon after three hours drawing Takato had just coloured the last of his finishing costume, he smiled, it was genius if he said so himself, he would use this to fight his other. He put the finished drawing in a box and put the rapier which had converted back into a rose on top of it and slid it under his bed for safe keeping.

When he looked out of his window, it was dark but the night was young, he thought he would go for a stroll too relax before turning in.

He grabbed his coat and headed out, the streetlights illuminated the city and all the late night parties were on, Takato walked down the streets and let the cool breeze pass through his hair.

"Man, the city at night is incredible, the wind, the sky, the lights, the-" Takato stopped as he heard a loud voice cry out.

"Help! Somebody help me!" it was the voice of an older teenage boy, without thinking Takato raced to where the sound was coming from.

He came to an alley, a filthy thug was assaulting a the young man with a club, Takato was about to race in when his conscious came into view.

"Am I crazy I can't go in there, that guy's twice my size…but I have amazing powers now! I could take him no sweat, but I'll need some sort of mask! If the police find out who I am that we lead to whole new problems!" Takato thought in desperation.

H e looked around and noticed a set of bin bags at the start of the alley, he ripped off the material and quickly put in two eye holes, and tied it around his head.

The thug had whacked the man into giving him is wallet, he was knocked unconscious against the wall with cuts and bruises all over his face, the thug smiled and tucked the wallet into his pocket and was about to walk out of the alley when.

"That's far enough…" a young voice said, the thug looked at a teen with a black mask around his eyes, he looked very dramatic with the moonlight backing him up.

"Hahahaha! Real amusing kid, but got to run, now step out of the way, you don't want to be at the receiving end of this club!" his deep voice boomed.

"Receiving, wow, I didn't think ugly muggers like you could use such big words!" Takato taunted.

"Why you little!" the thug charged forward with his club raised high, he meant to slam it into Takato and crack his skull, but he never made it that far, his body was frozen to the spot.

"Huh? What's going on here?" the man said, he was surrounded by a thin red aura, Takato had raised his hand up and focused and everything else came naturally.

"What's the matter? Afraid to take on a kid like me?" Takato sniggered, the thug tried to move his arm but it wasn't moving, he thrashed about trying to move but he couldn't.

"Now, let's have fun!" Takato yelled as he surged his arm forward, moments later the thug was sent flying back at neck breaking speed, he smashed into a wall.

"Ouch! Your going to feel that in the morning" Takato chuckled, the thug limped up, now free from the aura, he snorted and ran forward like a bull.

"Why do bad guys never learn their lesson? Oh well," Takato said as he shrugged his shoulders, he surged his arm forward again, the thug stopped dead in his tracks, then Takato raised his arm up, the thug was propelled into the sky.

"Agggghhhhh! Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!" the thug squealed, Takato gave an evil smirk.

"If you say so!" Takato let his arm fall limply, the thug fell from the sky like a stone, he screamed and shut his eyes, at the last moment Takato swung his arm to the side, the thug connected with the wall.

He fell to the ground and groaned at the pain, he then spat out some blood and got up, anger in his eyes.

"I'm going to kill you!" he yelled, taking out a pistol from his trouser pocket, he loaded it, and aimed for Takato.

He fired three shots, but they achieved nothing, Takato had vanished from sight, the thug looked around wildly to try and find him.

"Guns? A sign that you are a coward" a voice said from behind him, the thug whirled around to see Takato with his arms crossed and his back facing him.

"If you try and take a life, then you truly are evil, and for such evil, you must be punished!" Takato spoke darkly.

"Spare me the lecture! I'll make sure you die painfully! You freak!" he shouted as he got the gun to his neck.

Instantly the gun was surrounded by a red aura and shattered, Takato then spun around and delivered a bone breaking uppercut to the thug's jaw.

The thug staggered back, temporality dazed, Takato then jumped high and kicked him around the side, the thug was shot back to the alley wall.

Takato raised his arm which glowed red, the shiver of fear went down the thug's spine, Takato shut his eyes and breathed out.

"Never again" he whispered, the thug was hit by an invisible force, hit crushed his lungs, he wailed in pain, soon the force of the attack shattered the alley wall, the thug was then lying in a pile of bricks, dead or alive? Takato didn't know.

With his mind he pulled out the victim's wallet, he went over to the young man, he put his hand on his skull, his mind healed the injuries and soon he woke up.

Takato threw the wallet on his lap, the man shook his head in confusion and looked at the scene of the battle.

"Your safe now" Takato said, in an instant he vanished in a flash of red, leaving the man with his confused thoughts.

Back at his home Takato had teleported to his room, he removed the black mask and threw it on his desk.

"I actually saved someone, and hurting the bad guy felt…good, maybe my powers can be used for something else…the city is silently in chaos since the digimon threat but no does anything about it. I could use my powers not just for ExTakato but for everyone…" Takato thought.

He looked under his bed, he took out the box and opened it, the rose stood there, Tkato gently moved it out the way and looked at his finished drawing, hope shining in his eyes as Gallentmon's words shrouded his mind.

The real question is what can you do Takato, what can you do…