To my reader:

This is only my second fanfic ever, and my first serious one. I took up a hobby of writing stories and poetry years ago, I've read an amount of books that can only be numbered (how sad is this?) in the hundreds, maybe thousands, and I am as of now an aspiring writer. Who knows? This may lead me to some great story. I hope you enjoy this. No flames please. I beg u to review this if you can get through it *wink wink* and I want to try to understand that I have been on a 6-month writing vacation, am rusty, and will make this story better as it goes. Thank you. Also, here's a disclaimer for you: I do not own anything I mention in this story, from the bands and there music to digimon itself, etc. Don't sue! You would get a whole dollar off my non-rich butt. If there is something in here that violates a law of some kind, please just e-mail me. Now, without further monotonous dribble, I present to you:
The Trenchcoat Wars:

Tamers
Chapter One: This is only the Beginning
It was raining. A cold, dark day in Manhattan. She was standing at a bus stop outside her apartment. The bus was going to be another 5 minutes, and she thought about sitting down on the bench. She quickly thought better of it as soon as she saw old gum and other disgusting "substances" on it.

"No respect for others," she mumbled to herself. "Pricks."

She was a white girl, slight tan and red hair with brown streaks. Perfect straight and white teeth, though she wore a straight, emotionless face most of the time. Average height, skinny. Anyone who saw her would have first noticed her bright violet eyes, then the long black trenchcoat, and the bottom half of her white sneakers.

No one was on the street due to the heavy downpoor, though she was enjoying herself. This was one of the few times she felt at peace.when she was alone and the pacifying sound of the rain was around her. The bus wasn't at the stop yet, so she decided to pull out her earphones and listen to some music to wake her up. She turned her CD player on, and switched it to track 12: "Fuck the System" by System of a Down. This, after all, is just about her favorite song. She sang to herself a little:

"War! Fuck the system! War! Fuck the system! Fuck the system!"

The bus rounded the corner, 2 blocks away. At the same exact moment, a block away, a man stepped out of an alley. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a handsome but normal-looking face. Also wearing a long black trenchcoat, all else you could see of him was the bottom third of his black boots. He immediately caught her eye because she noticed him walking towards her. Her years of training with her digimon had given her almost a sixth sense, and she felt him coming before she even turned around to look. Before he got to her, the bus stopped. She got in. Going to the back, she looked out the window and saw him follow the bus at a near-run.

'Weird,' she thought. 'I wonder what he wants.'

She turned around, put her CD player away, and moved to the front of the bus. The only one on, she relaxed a little. Looking forward, she felt the bus slam on it's brakes. One hundred feet in front of the bus, the man stood silently in the middle of the road. The bus had been doing just under 40 miles and hour, and stopped little more than five feet in front of the stranger.

"What the --," the bus driver got out before climbing out of the bus.

"How did he do that?" the young woman asked herself. "That's impossible."

"Just what do you think you were doing?" the bus driver screamed the man, who barely paid attention. The stranger started to walk around him. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" the driver shrieked. He grabbed the man by the shoulder. With inhuman speed, the man had turned around and kicked the 30- year-old, Arab driver. He flew over 20 feet before hitting the pavement and rolling across the ground. He lay still, breathing lightly.

"He'll be fine," the now-frightening young man said to her when he noticed the shocked look on her face. "Come with me now," he said calmly in his relaxing, deep voice.

"Just who in the hell do you think you are?" she cried out, before turning and running. She took an alley to her left and ran a whole two feet before seeing him standing at the end of it. "What in God's name?" she said as she quickly turned and broke loose across the street into another alley. After a series of twists and turns, she hid next to a dumpster between a restaurant and some building she didn't recognize. She looked up to the top, sensing something. "How did he get up there?" she murmured aloud. Then, from 6 stories up, he jumped. "Oh shit! He's gonna kill himself!" she said. In the air, he did a very quick flip before opening his arm like wings with his trenchcoat flapping behind him. Then, he landed in a crouching position, coat wrapped around him like a cape. He stood.

"Don't run. I am not the enemy," he asserted calmly. Finally, she examined his face. Something was strangely familiar.

"Ryo? Is that you?"

"Yes Rika. It's been a while, but I have finally found you. Are you alright?"
End of chapter! I hope you enjoyed it! Please R&R! This has potential! Live by your rules! Peace! And most importantly, CARPE DIEM!