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Disclaimer: We don't own Digimon, we never did, and never . . . well maybe we will own it some day when the world is perfect. Then well be rich. Richer than all imaginable mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha . . . ha. Not only that but it would be completely different. In fact it would be . . . oh right, disclaimer : We don't own Digimon, the characters or the surroundings. Unless it's the characters are the one's we made up. Thank you and have a nice day.

A/N: This is dedicated to Ezra who rote a great review, so we decided to focus on the Ezra's favorite part (and one of ours'). This story will make a lot more sense if you do read "From Generation . . . to Generation", but it does not matter because this is a story of it's own. This one is just as sad, or more so, it made us cry while writing it. And if your wondering if we only write stories like this, the answer is no, we have a few projects underway, we just have to finish them, and then type them up, well enjoy. And yes there is a method to our madness, if only we could find out what exactly it was . . . hmm . . . oh well. Oh sorry to Ezra for the first two parts you kept changing your name hope it's okay . . .

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~*~ Eternal Love ~*~

Part 3: Courage fights back


. . . Akurei's hands shook as he held the gun. 'I missed,' he thought. 'Now what do I do ? Missing wasn't a part of the plan; failer wasn't part of it. Do I shoot at

him again ? I've alredy shot an innocent man. What if I do it again ? I just wanted to protect my family . . . But I let it go too far. My hatrid has consumed me. It's

turned me into a monster. Taichi Yagami is just another human being, after all. What am I doing ? I hate digimon, and I'm killing living people. What if he has a

family too ? . . . What if he has a . . . son ? . . . NO ! He associates digimon with humans ! HE's the leader of it all ! He's the reason that mutant mushroom was

there ! It's his fault Junshin was murdered ! And once he's gone, my family will be safe. It's not my fault ! IT 'S NOT MY FAULT ! ! !'

Suddently, he whirrled out around the wall corner; gun poised.

"FACE ME, TAICHI ! I ONLY WANT YOU'RE LIFE; NO ONE ELSE'S !," Akurei shouted wildly. "DON'T BE A COWARD ! ! FACE ME ! ! !"

Taichi gritted his teeth, got up om ome knee, and shoved himself off to a running start. He bolted over to Akurei; errupting, " I'M . . . NO . . . COWARD ! ! !"

A very confused Akurei felt a powerful blow to the jaw; and he stumbeled backwards; almost dropping his gun. He wiped his mouth with the back of his

hand. " . . . Blood . . . Well, now I'm impressed."

"You don't become the leader of the Chosen Chlidren without throwing a few punches."

"Well, I'm a pritty good fighter myself !," Akurei roared, as he slugged Taichi.

He shook his head clear. "Okay . . . So you're pretty strong . . . but I don't NEED strength to beat you ! Yah !"

Taichi swiftly kicked the gun out of Akurei's hand, caught it with his foot, tossed it into the air, and kicked it down the hallway to Koushiro; who caught it. Taichi

smiled smugly, and Akurei gripped at his sore hand. "How . . . did . . . you . . . "

"Former soccer champion," Taichi winked, with tense muscles; waiting.

Akurei glared at him. 'He's mocking me !' "Well I need no GUN to kill you, YAGAMI ! I'm gonna rip you apart with my bare HANDS ! ! !"

Taichi dodged the first attack, and the two men grappled.

"I'm gonna go get help !," Koushiro called; knowing better than to threaten the assasin with the gun. He could get arrested that way.

"NO !," Taichi shouhed back. "Go help June with Shuu ! The less time wasted the better for him !"

"Right !," Koushiro nodded, and darted off. . .

"You know, . . . I'm the second in command of my group."

"What group ?," Taichi smirked "The Koo Klukx Klan ? !"

"We have no name. We just all hate digimon. Our leader is Akuma !"

"You're Devil worshippers ? !"

"No ! That's his code name ! I am Akurei !"

"Well, Akurei; I'm Taichi. Pleased to meet you. Although I wish the meeting was on a more friendly level !," Taichi grunted. "So, is this how you get your kicks ?

You know, make yourself feel macho; what with your guns, dark shades, and code names. Reminds me of when I was younger . . . Digimon, goggles, and

nicknames. . . "

"How DARE you mock me ! You're nothing but an over grown CHILD ! This is all just a GAME to you, isn't it ! Well, I'm not playing ANYMORE ! you're

done Yagami !"

Taichi's glare almost froze Akurei in place. "Beleive me, Akurei. I am no child . . . And this . . . is FAR from a game ! I'm real . . . And I'll defeat you . . .

because I am . . . and I will be . . . I promise you that !"

Akurei shook the fear. "You don't intimidate ME, YAGAMI ! I AM SARGANT OF THE DARK DIGITAL DESRUCTION UNIT !"

"I thought you said you had no NAME ?," Taichi challanged.

"I lied. It's what we do," Akurei shrugged, and shoved Taichi back.

Taichi twisted Akurei's arm, and shoved him into the wall. "Former Sargent of POLICE !"

Akurei's sunglasses had fallen off. His eyes were a ice blue. Akurei elbowed him in the ribs. "I can see why they FIRED you !"

Taichi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I wasn't fired . . . I quit."

"Why ?," Akurei yelled, as he whipped out a knife.

"I had a son," Taichi moaned as the knife was driven into his right shoulder. He could feel the hot blood trickleing down his neck, and soaking through his white

shirt. He coughed, and laughed weakly. "Nice aim. I sure felt that one," he joked.

But Akurei wasn't laughing. He dropped his knife to the floor. "A . . . son ?"

"Yes . . . I thought that, after my wife died, I wanted him to be safe . . . Policeing was dangerous, and all my son and I have are eachother . . . So, I went into

politics; which, as I have recently been learning, is twice as deadly; and that's not including THIS little incident," Taichi winced.

"I . . . had a son. He died."

"I'm sorry."

The fighting had ceased.

"And I'm sorry. I don't know why we are bitter towards ALL digimon . . . when it's only a select FEW that have given us grief. I have no quarrel with you, Taichi

Yagami. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Akurei. I'm sorry too. Sorry that I never realized the hatrid that people are feeling towards the digimon. We'll try and work out the kinks. And,

perhaps, together . . . we can make peace."

"Perhaps . . . ," Akurei smiled weakly . . .


To Be Continued . . .