THE PROTECTOR OF INNOCENCE (THE SECRET)
Disclaimer: I still don't own digimon...
I know, this story is late again. My computer are having major problems, it deleted half of the document I had on my disc which included the original copy of this story. And now I have to rewrite this chapter!!!!! NO!!!!!
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'Sam...I mean Sora, I promise you with all the Takaishi honour that I won't tell a soul about your little secret even though I don't completely understand your motivation...' Takery paused, and added, 'by the way. do you have the faintest idea on the "Lost Princess"?'
'Isn't that the fairy tale of the princess who were stolen by the warlock?' Sora asked after a few thoughts.
The tale of the Lost Princess came in various twists and turns. She rumored that the princess is the warlock itself, reborn and some siad that the princess never really existed. But whatever happened, it remained a mystery and a fantasy fo those to dream.
'Yes, I think we are on the same line.' Takeru nodded. 'Don't you thnk the description of the princess fits someone who you knows quite well?'
Sora looked at him puzzled. 'Do you mean Hikari? But the description of a fairy tale should not be trusted for they are always exaggerated.'
Takeru was stunned, what Sora said is correct. Rumors are always dramatic. He paced up and down the garden fiercely waiting for the exact idea to form in his mind. Then, he abruptly stoppend which startled Sora.
'Okay, let's look at this hypothesis,' Takeru muttered, which was loud enough for Sora to hear everyword properly. 'Every rumor or a story contains some truth. And we know for a fact that this incident happened about 11 years ago, because I checked and rechecked. Which makes the girl we are looking for 11 years old...'
'Wait a minute!' Sora interupted Takeru's train of thoughts. 'What do you mean WE? YOU are the one looking for her! not ME!!'
Takeru grinned. 'Great! Then you leave me no choice but to tell my brother the truth about you. I mean, I should be an honest brother and it would be interesting...'
Sora held up her hands, 'Okay, I get the point! Black mailing, the Takaishi honour doesn't go very far as I can see. How low could you get?'
'That's only because you pushed me to my limit.'
Sora's jaws dropped. 'Now you blame me! Why does this kind of things always happen to me?' She complained.
Takeru chuckled. 'You know, you and Yamato are a great match. You even complain the same way.'
Sora glared at him, 'Us, a perfect match? With a brother-in-law like you, I'd run for my life!'
'And you guys have the same opinion about me.' Takeru quickly added and before Sora has a chance to make her thoughts know, he went back to his statement. 'Yes, she should be about 11 and may I ask how old is Hikari?'
'11 and something' Sora grumbled.
'Now let's look at Prince Taichi, from the genes formation, she is definitly a brunette and don't you think Hikari looks awfully similar to Prince Taichi?'
Sora nodded.
"Most of the facts points towards Hikari, now all we need is some proof that she is the Lost Princess...'
'We are not talking about the "Lost Princess" again are we?' A new voice chimed in.
'Yamato! What are you doing here?' Sora looked up and found Yamato standing just a few feet from them. 'How long have you been here?'
'I have just arrived to call you to get back to the grand hall, there going to have a match between Mako and Jyou. Mako challenged him for no particular reason and you know it's kind of hard to back out. We are going to watch it, swordplay is always interesting.'
Sora gasped. 'Jyou won't win. He's terrible at it!'
'Yeah.' Yamato agreed, 'that's why we are all going. Just incase they try to gain up on him afterwards. Coming?'
'I am sorry to leave right now.' Sora apologised. 'We'll get back to your theory once I get back.' And she left with Yamato to the grand hall.
The tense tension in the Grand Hall was already unbearable. Before Sora and Yamato reach the Hall, cries of discouragement and insult already could be heard.
'My my' Yamato muttered, 'it's more like a battle using words unstead of swords.'
Sora chuckled. 'Isn't this what a swordsplay like? Insult the opponent and distract them before the fight.'
'I guess you are right.' Yamato grinned. 'Have to admit though, insulting each other is the part of fighting I like best. It's always amusing to hear all the new sorts of ways to insult your family. I found that they especially like to insult one's mother.'
Sora smiled at the first bit of his words. 'Talking about amusing, have I told you that you are one amusing person yourself?'
'It's always great and welcome when recieving your compliment.' He bowed, 'you give plenty of encouragement but your compliments come as rare as Mako getting a grade A.'
Sora blushed slightly but continued. 'Although direct insult doesn't bother me much. I hate it when they are disrespectfull to one's family especially mother since when they didn't do anything to deserve it. I wish they didn't have to be so rude.'
'You can wish for anything Sam.' Yamato sighed. 'But that doesn't meant it will come true. You may demand for everything but that doesn't meant you'll get it.'
Sora nodded and silenced as they were entering the Grand Hall to observe the tournament.
They Grand Hall is a roofless round building. (imaging the Elizabethan theatre) It's a place where warriors battle each other when dispute arises and a solution to satisfy both needs is unreachable through law. Since those condition doesn't happen much, the Hall has been neglected.
It was also clearly stated on the rule book of the Grand Hall that the one who first drew opponent's blood wins. No death or serious wounding is to be caused.
But as soon as Sora walked through the entrance, she can feel the blood-thirst from Mako and his crew. "There is going to be trouble" she thoughtto herself. Her hands gripped tightly onto her sword as fear grabbed onto her.
"When the worst comes," she tried to calm herself down, "I still have my sword."
'Sam! Come over here.' Yamato called patting the seat next to his gesturing for Sora to site next to him.
Sora hesitated, sitting down does not seem to be in a good position when things "accidently" happens, but standing would seem perculiar.
'Sam!' Yamato urged her. 'I've got you a good spot there!'
Sora lowed her head and quickly crept over trying not to disturbe anyone since the match has began.
Sora watched as Jyou and Mako bowed to each other and drew each's sword.
Before Jyou could respond, Mako brought his sword down aiming at Jyou's head.
Jyou reacted fast to the sudden movement and bloked, seeing Jyou has fallen into his trap, Mako withdrew his sword and flicked out again at Jyou'd legs, Jyou not sensing this fell on his back and seriously twisted his legs.
The two battled with all their might with mainly Mako slashing and strucking and Jyou bloking as he was pushed to the walls of the arena.
'Okay okay. I yield!' Jyou lifted both of his hands up in peace, he was getting sickof this game. But Mako wasn't and he hissed. 'No, I don't think so!' As he struck his sword aiming at Jyou's neck.
Everyone stood in horror as they realized what will happen, the match was suppose to be a 'friendly' match!
Sora felt so helpless. "How are sword going to help now!" She kicked herself mentally. "I knew something was going to happen but I did nothing to prevent it. What sort of friend I am! I wish I was there to help Jyou out!!" She stamped her feet as her mind screamed, "I wish I am in the arena to help Jyou out!"
Suddenly, Sora vanished from Yamato's side and reappeared in the arena besides Jyou.
'CLANG!'
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I know I haven't updated the story for quite a while now. School work and my mum's extra homework kept me quite busy from imagining what will happen in the story but since the holiday came. ^^ I am back! YEAH!~
Raie
Disclaimer: I still don't own digimon...
I know, this story is late again. My computer are having major problems, it deleted half of the document I had on my disc which included the original copy of this story. And now I have to rewrite this chapter!!!!! NO!!!!!
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'Sam...I mean Sora, I promise you with all the Takaishi honour that I won't tell a soul about your little secret even though I don't completely understand your motivation...' Takery paused, and added, 'by the way. do you have the faintest idea on the "Lost Princess"?'
'Isn't that the fairy tale of the princess who were stolen by the warlock?' Sora asked after a few thoughts.
The tale of the Lost Princess came in various twists and turns. She rumored that the princess is the warlock itself, reborn and some siad that the princess never really existed. But whatever happened, it remained a mystery and a fantasy fo those to dream.
'Yes, I think we are on the same line.' Takeru nodded. 'Don't you thnk the description of the princess fits someone who you knows quite well?'
Sora looked at him puzzled. 'Do you mean Hikari? But the description of a fairy tale should not be trusted for they are always exaggerated.'
Takeru was stunned, what Sora said is correct. Rumors are always dramatic. He paced up and down the garden fiercely waiting for the exact idea to form in his mind. Then, he abruptly stoppend which startled Sora.
'Okay, let's look at this hypothesis,' Takeru muttered, which was loud enough for Sora to hear everyword properly. 'Every rumor or a story contains some truth. And we know for a fact that this incident happened about 11 years ago, because I checked and rechecked. Which makes the girl we are looking for 11 years old...'
'Wait a minute!' Sora interupted Takeru's train of thoughts. 'What do you mean WE? YOU are the one looking for her! not ME!!'
Takeru grinned. 'Great! Then you leave me no choice but to tell my brother the truth about you. I mean, I should be an honest brother and it would be interesting...'
Sora held up her hands, 'Okay, I get the point! Black mailing, the Takaishi honour doesn't go very far as I can see. How low could you get?'
'That's only because you pushed me to my limit.'
Sora's jaws dropped. 'Now you blame me! Why does this kind of things always happen to me?' She complained.
Takeru chuckled. 'You know, you and Yamato are a great match. You even complain the same way.'
Sora glared at him, 'Us, a perfect match? With a brother-in-law like you, I'd run for my life!'
'And you guys have the same opinion about me.' Takeru quickly added and before Sora has a chance to make her thoughts know, he went back to his statement. 'Yes, she should be about 11 and may I ask how old is Hikari?'
'11 and something' Sora grumbled.
'Now let's look at Prince Taichi, from the genes formation, she is definitly a brunette and don't you think Hikari looks awfully similar to Prince Taichi?'
Sora nodded.
"Most of the facts points towards Hikari, now all we need is some proof that she is the Lost Princess...'
'We are not talking about the "Lost Princess" again are we?' A new voice chimed in.
'Yamato! What are you doing here?' Sora looked up and found Yamato standing just a few feet from them. 'How long have you been here?'
'I have just arrived to call you to get back to the grand hall, there going to have a match between Mako and Jyou. Mako challenged him for no particular reason and you know it's kind of hard to back out. We are going to watch it, swordplay is always interesting.'
Sora gasped. 'Jyou won't win. He's terrible at it!'
'Yeah.' Yamato agreed, 'that's why we are all going. Just incase they try to gain up on him afterwards. Coming?'
'I am sorry to leave right now.' Sora apologised. 'We'll get back to your theory once I get back.' And she left with Yamato to the grand hall.
The tense tension in the Grand Hall was already unbearable. Before Sora and Yamato reach the Hall, cries of discouragement and insult already could be heard.
'My my' Yamato muttered, 'it's more like a battle using words unstead of swords.'
Sora chuckled. 'Isn't this what a swordsplay like? Insult the opponent and distract them before the fight.'
'I guess you are right.' Yamato grinned. 'Have to admit though, insulting each other is the part of fighting I like best. It's always amusing to hear all the new sorts of ways to insult your family. I found that they especially like to insult one's mother.'
Sora smiled at the first bit of his words. 'Talking about amusing, have I told you that you are one amusing person yourself?'
'It's always great and welcome when recieving your compliment.' He bowed, 'you give plenty of encouragement but your compliments come as rare as Mako getting a grade A.'
Sora blushed slightly but continued. 'Although direct insult doesn't bother me much. I hate it when they are disrespectfull to one's family especially mother since when they didn't do anything to deserve it. I wish they didn't have to be so rude.'
'You can wish for anything Sam.' Yamato sighed. 'But that doesn't meant it will come true. You may demand for everything but that doesn't meant you'll get it.'
Sora nodded and silenced as they were entering the Grand Hall to observe the tournament.
They Grand Hall is a roofless round building. (imaging the Elizabethan theatre) It's a place where warriors battle each other when dispute arises and a solution to satisfy both needs is unreachable through law. Since those condition doesn't happen much, the Hall has been neglected.
It was also clearly stated on the rule book of the Grand Hall that the one who first drew opponent's blood wins. No death or serious wounding is to be caused.
But as soon as Sora walked through the entrance, she can feel the blood-thirst from Mako and his crew. "There is going to be trouble" she thoughtto herself. Her hands gripped tightly onto her sword as fear grabbed onto her.
"When the worst comes," she tried to calm herself down, "I still have my sword."
'Sam! Come over here.' Yamato called patting the seat next to his gesturing for Sora to site next to him.
Sora hesitated, sitting down does not seem to be in a good position when things "accidently" happens, but standing would seem perculiar.
'Sam!' Yamato urged her. 'I've got you a good spot there!'
Sora lowed her head and quickly crept over trying not to disturbe anyone since the match has began.
Sora watched as Jyou and Mako bowed to each other and drew each's sword.
Before Jyou could respond, Mako brought his sword down aiming at Jyou's head.
Jyou reacted fast to the sudden movement and bloked, seeing Jyou has fallen into his trap, Mako withdrew his sword and flicked out again at Jyou'd legs, Jyou not sensing this fell on his back and seriously twisted his legs.
The two battled with all their might with mainly Mako slashing and strucking and Jyou bloking as he was pushed to the walls of the arena.
'Okay okay. I yield!' Jyou lifted both of his hands up in peace, he was getting sickof this game. But Mako wasn't and he hissed. 'No, I don't think so!' As he struck his sword aiming at Jyou's neck.
Everyone stood in horror as they realized what will happen, the match was suppose to be a 'friendly' match!
Sora felt so helpless. "How are sword going to help now!" She kicked herself mentally. "I knew something was going to happen but I did nothing to prevent it. What sort of friend I am! I wish I was there to help Jyou out!!" She stamped her feet as her mind screamed, "I wish I am in the arena to help Jyou out!"
Suddenly, Sora vanished from Yamato's side and reappeared in the arena besides Jyou.
'CLANG!'
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I know I haven't updated the story for quite a while now. School work and my mum's extra homework kept me quite busy from imagining what will happen in the story but since the holiday came. ^^ I am back! YEAH!~
Raie