Yes, believe it or not, I am finally continuing this story. Thank you to those of you who reviewed (few and far between as you were) it was greatly appreciated. I hope I don't disappoint, but as I don't even know if anyone will read it, the anxiety is not so bad.

Disclaimer: We are all well aware that I own nothing, especially not Digimon.

Sin City
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The dancing blue eyes took in everything around him. He had a penchant for being observant. The night pulsated with possibility. He had fed well just some hours ago and he glided along with no real destination in mind. There was laughter all around him, and he gazed at the faces of the city's people. Young, old, smooth, wrinkled, light, dark. They were all beautiful to him. Each so alive they made his soul ache. Yes, even through the harrowing deeds he had done he still had a soul. Or so he liked to believe. But that was all it came down to in the end wasn't it? As long as you believe you have your soul no one can ever take it away.

Some time later his sights fell upon a young man of about twenty years old. A glimmer of odd recognition lit within the Dark One. He often remembered faces as the area was a frequent haunt of his, but there was something different about this young man. He searched within his own mind until he hit upon the reason. His name. This one whom he had left for dead knew his name. Yamato moved closer to watch the man. He walked aimlessly beside a young woman. In fact she was scarcely even that. Same brown hair and playful, childish features. Sister. She spoke quietly, only now and then interrupted by her brother's loud and boisterous laughing.

The Dark One watched the pair intently. He had focused upon the brother and found next to no memory of their encounter within him. He had been so different then. Quiet and unimposing, very unlike the euphoric self he now appeared to be. Yet Yamato found himself more drawn to the man than before. He had grown out of his childish innocence and hang-ups into a strapping young man ready to face the world with force. Yes, he was very intriguing. He remembered the soulful look in those brown orbs, the fear and anxiety. He relished the images. It had been so magnificent. He wanted to see more, wanted to see pain, sorrow and anguish. He wanted to play, he wanted to torture, and as he looked at the sister he knew exactly what he would do.

Unobtrusively, he followed the couple through the streets until they came to a tiny hovel stuck at the end of a darkened path. The place was dark, dank, and depressing. The paint had almost completely peeled off, the windows were boarded up and the shutters hung off their perches at odd angles. Pitiful. He found a spot on a window and wiped it clean glancing disgustedly at the grime that now soiled his silk lace shirt. Inside was not much better, however, the pair seemed perfectly happy as they were. They settled down with cups of coffee and started up a conversation. Yamato listened intently, relishing all the information about his dark haired lover's life. He was to be married soon and was apparently completely in love. Yamato filed that away for later, as he observed the Young One's beaming face he knew he could have some fun with her too. However, now, the focus was on the sister. It was quite some time before the brother left, and the Dark One had to restrain himself from following the strong musky scent of the man's sweat. That would come in good time, in fact, the wait would only make the experience that more satisfying. Now it was time for the sister.

The Dark One waited until she was in bed before he let himself in. A rather simple task once enough concentration was applied. He wasted no time and knelt immediately by her side. He stroked her soft hair and leaned in to kiss her cheek. Kisses were trailed down the slender throat and his tongue dipped into the hollow at the base of her neck tasting her essence. The girl murmured quietly and shifted her position, unconsciously inclining herself toward him. Pleased with her reaction he continued gently, pulling at strings that held the top of her nightgown and watching as they fell exposing her small, yet supple breasts. Gods, he wanted her, to feel her writhe beneath him, to hear her moan with pleasure... to witness the life seeping slowly out of her. He trailed the breasts slowly massaging each until he saw her lids flutter. He took the opportunity to mount her and kiss each eyelid. When he had finished his ministrations she gazed at him in mild confusion. He responded by crushing his lips against hers. His tongue explored the hot wet cavity as his hands removed the remainder of her clothes. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the sharp little knives pierced her skin. He savored the taste as the images came.

Rather boring girl, really, except for the brother. He was special, he knew the secret.
"Yamato."
The Dark One nearly choked. He released the girl and peered into her eyes. How could she have known? Her brother, himself, had forgotten. He was furious. He shook her violently, demanding to know what she knew of him. She stared at him defiantly and in her mind a single word formed, 'Demon.'
He ripped open her throat; grasping her hair so tightly it separated from her head leaving bloody tendrils in his hold. She cried out in terror, which only fueled his excitement. He wallowed in the gushing fountain lapping greedily, as she began crying softly. Her eyes pleaded with him.
"Please." She whimpered in desperation. He stopped and the blood flow slowed due to her calming heart. All was silent as they gazed into each other. He leaned forward kissing her warm lips before he reached out his hand and tore out her heart.


A/N There you have it. Hikari fans do not kill me, I love Kari but that's just the way the story went. I don't know when the next part will be up, cause if the reviews for part one are any indication people won't be running me down for it left right and center. Review though, I might continue sooner if your review is nice enough, even if it is the only one.