Disclaimer- I don't own Digimon, and if I did certain right wing political groups would be after my ass…

A/N- Sorry it's been a while; I've been working on my Harry Potter stuff. Anyway here we go. This fic will come slowly until AD is over, which probably won't happen till March, I don't know, sorry everyone!!!! If I get swamped with reviews though… I may take a break and work on this. I dunno. And sorry for spelling problems, if I try and use Spell check Word quits and erases what I last wrote.

ENCOUNTERS

Koushiro knelt by the fire, idly poking it with a stick and watching it catch fire. Then he grounded it into the dirt, putting it out. He felt a strong callused hand on his shoulder and repressed a shiver at the touch. Then he did shiver as the hand trace a line going from his shoulder up along his neck and onto his check. Unthinkingly Koushiro leaned in and nuzzled the hand.

Tai gently brought Koushiro's face up to face his own. He stared deep into Koushiro's dark deep eyes. Koushiro froze, his mind racing. Suddenly Tai was dragging him up and Koushiro felt fear race through his veins. And Tai held him tightly by his shoulders, his face unreadable. Koushiro whimpered in fear, he was going to be beaten; he could tell from that look, they always wore that look…

Tai's face softened into a warm smile. He gently cupped Koushiro's face and brought his lips up to his own. Suddenly Tai was kissing him and Koushiro opened his mouth unbidden. For a second he was bewildered, Koushiro was as virginal as they came, but Tai took it slow. Koushiro felt an odd tingling in his chest that spread like liquid flame to his groin and his eyes. Tai smiled and gently kissed a tear from Koushiro's face and wrapped his arms around the mage. Koushiro laughed and cried for a second, willing himself as close to Tai as he could be.

He wanted to melt into Tai, wanted to meld with him and become one. He wanted to bury himself in Tai's mouth forever, to have Tai's face held to his lips in a kiss. The two kissed then, and this time it was raw hot passion that flowed through the kiss, not the sweet sensitive first time. Koushiro groaned as Tai skillfully moved over to his neck.

Iori watched from his bedroll. He smiled; glad that these people he'd been with for such a short time had found happiness. His smile vanished and was replaced by a wide-open mouth as he saw Tai drag Koushiro over to bedroll and pin him to it. His eyes went wide as he saw the two of them practically rip each other's clothes off. And he covered his mouth with his hand and his eyes bugged out of his head as he saw Tai wink naughtily at Koushiro and then his head went down and-

"OH GOD TAI!" Koushiro shouted with wild abandon. Tai trilled gently causing the boy-mage to spasm with pleasure. Tai then took his mouth off of Koushiro and nibbled on a single hard nipple. Koushiro's mind was blown, along with my- He stopped and blushed at the thought before Tai went to work on his nipple. Suddenly he wanted to pleasure Tai, not the other way around.

He flipped Tai over, surprising the knight and then nipped him gently on his nipple. Tai made a warped sort of groan. Koushiro didn't notice, all he could think of was trying to replicated what Tai had done to him Almost accidentally he pushed down with his hand on a place near Tai's groin that was commonly referred to as the pleasure spot. Tai's eyes went wide and Koushiro began to massage it in earnest. Things just went downhill from there.

"Eli, eli, shelo yigam'r lay oh lahm, cha-chol, veychayam, reishru, shel hamy-im berack, hashamyim, t'filat, ha'adam." Sweet echoing words slowly faded from the clearing as Yamato placed the lute back. The ancient words of a song that's meaning was long since forgotten still echoed amongst trees so old they might remember it. Yamato sighed and ran a hand through his blond locks.

Time to move on. The last village he'd been in had pointed him north in the direction of Larek. It was time to find home.

Wow, Yama is still sizzlin'!

"Please Jun, you know who he's destined for so just let lie alright?"

Okay okay, I'll back off, I mean geez there's nothing wrong with admiring the scenery is there? And what scenery…

"Jun…"

Oh alright, but you take all the fun out of a girl's life.

"Just shut up."

"So…" Jyou drawled. Sora giggled again and collapsed on the couch in his suite.

"Oh Jyou, Mimi is so wonderful and it just feels so right to be with her." Sora said. Jyou nodded, he didn't believe in true love at first site, but maybe there was something to it.

"As long as she treats you well, remember she does come from a shrewd merchant family and can basically have any man and some women at court, I want her to be good to you." Sora waved her hand.

"Oh Jyou you don't have to play big brother, she's so kind I'm sure she'd never do something like that." Sora replied, without anger. Jyou was just being, well Jyou. Responsible, worrying and protective Jyou. It felt nice to know that Jyou would always look out for her. And Mimi-

Jyou took one look at Sora's face and smiled slightly, she was gone, he could see it in her eyes. Probably thinking of Ke'Leyona, oh dear, I think I'll go into town for a bit. Jyou softly closed the door and edged his way out.

He wandered around the castle, purposefully taking the long route. It paid to know your surroundings. By tomorrow he would have all the known and most of the lesser-known ins and outs of the castle memorized. Within minutes he was outside. He strolled out of the castle and into the city. It was late at night, and the crowd that was collected right now was definitely not the kind you'd want to be in. If you weren't prepared that is. Jyou had a few of his "tools", but even without them he would have been fine.

"Hey good lookin' want some time wit' a real man?" A drunkard leered at him. In the back of his mind Jyou thought He'd be cute if he weren't ugly. Jyou shouldered his was past him and continued his stroll. Suddenly he dropped and rolled, instincts trained into him from when he was young making him jump out of danger's way. The man tackled empty air. Jyou calmly stood up and dusted off his cloak. And then jumped out of the way again as a group of young men and women surrounded him.

Five to one odds, why can't they just leave me alone? The first woman lunged for him and Jyou seemed to slide past her rusty blade before bringing his knee up to catch her midsection and knock the wind out of her. He whirled around then, sending out his dagger through another man's throat. And then he slammed his hand against a wall, causing an explosion of smoke to cover the area as the smoke ball detonated. It cleared very quickly, and all that was left were shadows.

The woman Jyou had kicked was down, and the man was dead. That left the other two men and a woman. He smiled from his position in the window; time to take out the trash.

He selected a number 5 throwing star, not everyone's favorite but damn good if you had the trick. Jyou had the trick. He moved then, darting out of his hiding place in the window directly above the assailants and hit the other wall with his foot, going forward and then pushing off while almost lazily tossing the dagger at one of the men. He was down with a dagger in his throat as well. Jyou always aimed for the throat. Oh sure, some of the flashier members of his profession went for the eyes, but you never could be absolutely sure of hitting the eyes unless you were damn good.

Jyou was good, he reflected as he slid under the frantic slice of the woman's dagger. But he wasn't that good he thought as he pulled out a chikra which sliced the woman in her stomach. Jyou ducked out from under the spill of blood as the woman choked on it. The last man broke into a run and Jyou stood for a second, and then moved his arm in a blur of speed.

The man was hit so hard there was an audible thunk when the number 4 dagger with the special edge hit the man in the back of his head. Within a couple seconds there was no one there, and the people began to creep out of their houses again. A few darted out to search the bodies, but nothing was on them, their money purses had all been snipped.

Sometime later a young boy found a pile of coins in his bedroom in the sewer, and sighed in happiness as it meant he and his mother would have some food for a few weeks, a precious blessing. Jyou didn't really like the sewers, but killing always left the dirtiest taste in his mouth…

He smiled as he moved back to the palace. The trick wasn't to be the spot of absolute silence, which was easy to find. No, the trick was to blend, you didn't want to float, you wanted to let the wind carry you. It wasn't an easy distinction, but if you didn't make it you didn't make it as an Assassin, and then you lost privileges Jyou reflected.

Like breathing for one…

"So Daisuke, what did you do?" Ken asked politely and Miyako looked at him sharply. Ken was fairly sheltered, and from the looks of this boy he could have done just about anything.

"I- uhm that is nothing much m'lord, just this and that-" Ken interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

'Drop the m'lord, just call me Ken all right? And this is Miyako." He said and Daisuke nodded while still looking uncomfortable. Miyako sighed.

"Boy, come with me for a second, Ken stay put." Miyako wheeled her horse around and clucked to Daisuke's horse, which followed docilely. Ken fumed slightly at Miyako's behavior and kept going forward. Once they were out of ear shot Miyako looked the young boy down, and realized he must be the same age as her.

"Well first of all, I don't want you letting anything slip to Ken that could be, unsavory. He is relatively unspoiled right now, he is an innocent, and will remain as such." She looked at Daisuke who nodded slightly fearfully, and then she frowned.

"This is your first time riding a horse right?" Daisuke nodded. "Well come over here." She dismounted and helped Daisuke down. Then she turned around to dig a jar of something out of her pack. Then she looked at him.

"Well… On second thought this can wait till we break camp, but if you really start to hurt let me know." Daisuke smirked bitterly. Nothing could possibly hurt him more than he'd already been hurt. Miyako frowned deeper, whatever had been done to this boy was obviously unpleasant to put it mildly, and Miyako wouldn't stand for such injustice.

Sora stretched and looked so inviting that Mimi wanted to jump her right then and there. No, I won't, I will take this slowly, she probably hasn't been with another woman before and-

"So Mimi." Sora said softly and huskily as she sat down next to her new friend. "What exactly does your family do?" She said as she traced a design on the bench. Mimi saw she was tracing the sign of the patron god of love. Oh well, there's a first time for everything, including being wrong I guess.

They both looked at each other then and started to say something. Sora said something along the lines of "Oh let's just cut to the chase." While Mimi said "Ah screw this." And then they looked at each other, and Sora leaned in close to Mimi's face and her sweet soft rose lips.

Mimi leaned in and for a second they closed their eyes and then their mouths met, and it was heaven. Mimi felt her body heave with desire and clutched Sora to her tightly. Sora complied slipping a hand into Mimi's dress and Mimi moaned as Sora twisted her perking nipple gently.

"Hmm… Listen, come back to my apartments, I'll have a servant leave a message for your friend." Sora nodded breathlessly and Mimi smiled, there would be some fun tonight…

Daisuke had been wrong, well maybe not wrong, but close. His entire body ached, who would have thought that riding a horse could be so damn uncomfortable? When they finally pitched camp Ken insisted on having Daisuke sleep in his tent, and his father had then told Miyako she would be in there with them. Miyako and Ken didn't care, they'd been playmates since forever.

Now though Ken was looking in dismay at Daisuke as Miayko hummed to herself.

"Miya, should we get Senji's apprentice in here? I mean-' Miyako cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"Shut up Ken. Now, massage this into his legs and rump, and then he should feel much better. I'm going to go for a walk, I'll be back in an hour or so." With that Miyako left. Daisuke looked nervously at Ken who looked vaguely uncomfortable, something that made Daisuke feel better.

"Well, lie down I guess." Ken said and Daisuke looked at him.

"Please turn around m'lor- Ken." He corrected himself, Ken flushed and did so. Daisuke stripped and then lay down, careful to cover his back side with his jerkin. He cleared his throat and Ken turned and looked at the lithe body of a boy that was nearly a man and not quite there, his auburn spiky hair and just-

Wow, this kid is attractive in this light. Ken shook off the chill he suddenly got, and then began to massage the soother into the boy's legs. Daisuke murmured and soon fell asleep. Ken chuckled, he wished for deferential treatment and so Miya set him to massaging a street urchin that was really quite appealing…

Ken just kept working on his legs and then went to his back, working out knots all over Daisuke's body.

"Hmmm…" Koushiro was warm. He didn't wake up warm often. He always kicked his covers off. But apparently he'd barely moved since last night. He snuggled close to the warmth, and promptly realized it was a body. A warm strong body that smelled good, earthy…

He opened his eyes and was soon being rained with kisses. Koushiro moaned as Tai nuzzled him and nipped his neck lightly.

"Uhm, I'm hungry." Said a small voice and Koushiro started. Then he relaxed, it was just Iori- IORI! Koushiro groaned, they had just corrupted an innocent child, god he regretted being a screamer, the poor kid must have gotten no sleep at all last night… But then again neither had he or Tai…

"Uhm, Iori, I- that is well we apologize-" Koushiro began.

"I don't care, you two deserve each other, just next time please don't be so loud." Iori said. He felt so much better, so free, there were no confines, no knowledge that he was going to be sacrificed, he was just free!

"Oh, all right." Said Koushiro and then turned to Tai switching out of old Faelk. "Tai, are we ready to move on? I'll start a fire and you can strip the rest of the deer all right?" Tai nodded and then got up and pulled on some pants and grabbing a towel he ran down to where the river was. Koushiro shook his head grinning ruefully and then looked at the fire. The logs promptly burst into flames.

"That felt good." He muttered. Iori watched him for a minute and then asked how he could help.

"I think our job is done." Takeru said, his blond hair ruffling gently in the wind.

"I'd say so… So what now?" Jun asked. Takeru grinned.

"I think we should go meet Jyou, Sora and Mimi, but first let's go introduce ourselves to Yama- ah shit!" Upon turning their attention to Yamato they saw that he had gotten himself in a bit of a fix…

"I have no money!" Yamato protested, his skin crawling in fear. Who know what these people could do to him.

"No money?" Inquired one of the bandits, the leader, a woman who was soft spoken and had brilliant red hair that shone eagerly in the meager light of the forest. "Then whatever shall we do-" She was cut off as a figure landed in the middle of the group, a boy who had spectacular glowing white wings coming out of his back, his features angelic in their beauty, but his eyes were cold with anger.

"Leave, now." Said the boy, and the bandits all took off, leaving anything they had happened to drop while accosting Yamato. Yamato turned to run and found her couldn't. Fear made him sweat as he waited for the demon or whatever it was to kill him.

"Yama." Said the boy, and the expression on his face was wistful. Yamato stared at the boy, partially in horror, and yet a strange curiosity there as well.

"Wha- what are you?" The boy smiled sadly and then his eyes seemed to roll back in his head and then-

There was a blinding flash of light that Yamato covered his eyes by throwing up his forearm so that he wasn't blinded. Still it took a couple seconds for his eyes to clear, and when they did there was that boy still, but now there was a girl beside him, one with spiky auburn hair and a cocky grin on her face, her eyes twinkled merrily.

"Hi Yama, I'm Jun and this is Takeru, or Tk, he's your little brother."

"Jun." Tk groaned as he slapped a hand to his face in dismay. This was not exactly the way he wanted their meeting to go.

"Oh shut Tz as my brother would say, or maybe not." Jun reflected and hten shrugged. "Whatever, let's say it's time to eat because I am pretty damn hungry."

"They are gathering, soon you shall lose." Whispered Sael, her cheeks oozing puss. She stood tall next to her opponent.

"We shall see, even that horrible mutilation you have committed upon yourself shall not grant you the power necessary to defeat me." His voice was soft as silk, warm velvet that cuddled the mind, it was like being covered in comfort, it was beautiful and haunting.

It was a lie, for it was capable of thing crueler than you could imagine.

"Indeed we shall see, for the other worlds are awakening, and then they shall assume their destinies, for they are many, and your tool is only one." She retorted and the man laughed.

"You are a fool to think that." She gasped, horror etched across her face.

"But- but the rules-"

"Matter not." He interrupted smoothly, his beautiful face creased with an evil grin. "Rules were of course, as they say, made to be broken, were they not?"

"Maybe." Sael said calmly, her rage under control now, "But you give me an edge, one that shall assist in my goals, for the fate of this world."

"And you underestimate your tools, both of you, soon they shall depose you, are you ready for that?" Said a nameless voice. The two looked at each other and Sael smiled.

"I am."

"I too have contingencies."

"Good." The voice said. "Then let the games begin!" The man snorted.

"Whatever." He said, and disappeared.

Once again, sorry this took so long, next chapter hopefully out by the end of January? This thing is taking a long time to be written…