Resurrection of the Lord

Chapter Two

The dragon-like beast landed silently in the high grass. The wide, grassy, plains around Primeria were cloaked by darkness and offered perfect cover for the intimidating beast. The slim sickle of the moon and the countless stars gave barely enough light to see anything at all. The large beast folded it's leathery orange wings and waited patiently for it's master to climb off it's back.

The boy stood still for a moment staring out into the darkness and listening for suspicious noises. Hearing nothing of that kind he jumped off the beasts back gracefully and landed without a sound in the grass beside the dragon. His black uniform had been replaced with light grey pants and a blue shirt. Without his formal attire he looked more like the common people but he still had an air of nobility and superiority which he couldn't hide completely.

He checked his small leather wallet, strapped to his belt, with a few coins in it and the carefully hidden dagger in his leather boot one more time before he turned to the dragon.

"Airdramon, you'll stay hidden in the small grove over there. I'll be back in a few days. Until then you'll wait there for me. Now go." The dark-haired boy pointed at a small group of trees a few hundred meters away. The creature spread it's leathery wings and silently did as it had been told.

Pleased with the dragon he turned the other way and started marching towards the distant lights of the capital. It was quite a distance away but it was saver this way. If somebody saw him flying around on an Airdramon's back it would surely cause quite an uproar. This was also the reason why he had only travelled at night so far. He couldn't risk giving his identity away before the time was right. Furthermore he didn't mind the walk. He enjoyed the quietness of the country at night. It gave him time to think all things over once more. Soon, when they would finally step out into the light of history, he would get what he was longing so much. He would get revenge.

He grinned devilishly as he continued on his way towards the city.

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The news about the arrival of the theatre group had been spread quickly in the whole city. It had been weeks since the last group had stayed at the capital. Actor was still a rather disreputable profession and only a few choose that way of living.

But their prejudices against the actors didn't keep the people from enjoying their plays. A huge crowd occupied almost the whole square around the small stage. There were people of each class, profession, age and gender. But the crowd seemed to be even larger than usual. Obviously a lot of people had come to see the young blond musician who had managed to gather so many people around the stage shortly after their arrival.

But to their disappointment he had only a few smaller roles in the play and every time he showed up he wore a mask or a lot of make-up which made it difficult to make out his real features.

The play itself was acceptable. Not quite thrilling but at least some kind of entertainment. Normally the audience would have been pleased by the troupe's play but after they had heard the young musician playing his lute that afternoon they had expected to see more of him.

Seeing a lot of disappointed faces in the crowd the leader of the small troupe decided to give them what they had been waiting for. He signalled Yamato to grab his lute and to get out on stage.

The blond boy did as he had been told without complaining and went to the front of the small stage. He still wore the same costume as in his last scene in the play, a long brown robe and a plain white wooden mask. Only of few strands of his blonde hair were visible under the hood of the robe.

The noisy chatter slowly died down and after a few more moments he started playing.

Immediately the whole attention was on him and his music. Those who head heard him before were at once taken by the music again and those who heard him for the first time were already intrigued.

He played song after song and every time he wanted to stop the audience urged him to go on which he did, without much resistance.

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He had played for almost an hour when they finally let him go. He smiled behind his wooden mask as he jumped of the small stage, accompanied by the loud cheering of the audience, and disappeared behind one of the carts. He didn't mind those small concerts at all. In fact he enjoyed them more than the plays. He was a passable actor but his music was his life. Actually it was the only thing he had left of his life.

He quickly got rid of the costume and put on his own clothes. He even put on his cloak despite the warm summer night breeze. Unknown to the audience he had been searching the crowd carefully while he had been playing. He always did that. Whenever they came into a new town he would watch the faces of the peoples in the audience. He still hoped to find one day what he had been looking for all those years.

Maybe that day had come now. During one of his last songs he had noticed some kids his age or a few years younger standing at the back of the crowd. Their clean clothing and their whole behaviour indicated that probably came from rich families but that was not what had caught Yamato's attention.

There had been a young boy in that group He was rather tall but his face showed his true age. He was most likely a few years younger than Yamato but like the young musician he had golden blond hair. Yamato had kept an eye on him until the end of the little concert. The thought of seeing his brother again one day had given him hope and had kept him going all these years and now that he had seen the boy in the crowd he was almost afraid of confronting him.

How would he react? There were so many possibilities and not all of them were pleasant. At the moment he almost hoped that it was not him. He was just too afraid to face him but he also knew that he couldn't risk wasting such a chance.

Slowly he began to push through the crowd but after only a few steps somebody bumped into him. A quickly whispered apology made the feeling of déjà vu complete. In a quick reflex he caught the slender hand which was currently trying to get his wallet of his belt. He quickly spun around and stood face to face with the red-haired girl again.

"Didn't I tell you to be more careful?" he asked the astonished girl without resentment in his voice.

"Well, I guess it's not my day," the red-head grinned sheepishly.

"I would really like to stay and give you a few tips on how to do a better job but I'm in a hurry right now." Without any further explanations he turned around again and started pushing through the crowd once more.

"Hey! Wait, you forgot your money," she cried after him but he didn't seem to hear or to care as he disappeared form view. Normally she would just have taken the money without giving it a second thought but this situation was different. He had caught her two times and he had let her go both times.

She put the small wallet quickly into her bag and tried to follow him through the mass of people which turned out to be rather difficult. He was skilfully making his way towards the other side of the crowd without having to push people out of his way.  She herself had troubles keeping an eye on him while at the same time avoiding running into other people. If she hadn't been a thief and therefore used to such things she would have probably lost him by now.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips when they finally were out of the crowd again. She stopped for a moment to look for the blond musician. She had been distracted for only a second but it had been enough for him to disappear from her view. It took her a few seconds but she finally noticed a person in a familiar brown cloak hurrying after a group of three kids. She gripped her bag tighter and dashed after him.

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He had seen the small group leaving and had followed them immediately. They had taken one of the larger streets, leading in the general direction of the castle. He increased his pace and was now almost running. He had almost reached them when a loud call from behind brought him to a sudden stop.

"Wait!"

He turned around and was mildly surprised to see the red-haired girl closing in on him. But the girl's call had not only caught his attention. The group had also stopped and was now watching the pair.

The girl had finally reached him and was now yelling at him: "Tell me, what the hell could be important enough to give up a whole wallet full of coins?"

He just stared at her for one moment before his eyes narrowed. He tried to keep his voice low but the three kids heard him nevertheless.

"Why do you care? You know nothing about me. Now, leave me alone!"

He turned around and tried to continue on his way but she quickly grabbed his hand and held him back.

Before she could say something he had already pulled free from her grip and shoved her away. She stumbled back and finally landed in the dirt. He quickly turned around and noticed that the tallest of the three had stepped in front of the other two, who had taken a few steps back, and now looked menacingly at the young musician.

It was a tall boy with unruly brown hair. He seemed to be the same age but his clothes and the carefully ornamented dagger at his side indicated that he was the son of rich parents. Probably the son of a merchant or maybe even a nobleman. "Is this how you treat a young lady?" he asked, barely able to hide the anger in his voice.

"That is none of your business. Now let me through. I need to talk to your little friend over there. "He tried to walk around the other boy but he was stopped and pulled back by the boy's strong hand.

He was clearly angered by Yamato's disrespectful behaviour. "You aren't going anywhere before you have apologized to her for your rude behaviour. "

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen. I have no idea who you are and, honestly, I don't give a damn but you are certainly not going to stop me. Now, get out of my way or you will regret it," the blond replied menacingly as he took a step back. 

"You really have no idea who I am. Normally I would have no problem with that but your behaviour is unacceptable. I guess I'll have to teach you some manners. "

"Please Taichi, don't. Let's just go home, " the young brunette girl in the group pleaded but it was already too late. The taller boy had charged the blond musician and knocked him to over.

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A.N.: Only three reviews? That's not much but probably understandable. Anyway thanks to those who reviewed. This is probably going to be a longer story. I just hope I don't run out of ideas.