Well, now its time to get some more updates on this story. While we're at it, I'd like to recommend some of X Prodigy's other storys based on Digimon characters with comicbook hero like stories.

His newest story, Blackout is a good one. If you guys like Digimon Frontiers and/or like Ghost Rider, you might like the story.

Oh, and a note. I've been having trouble finding out whether the city was Shunjiko, Shujinko, or Shinjuko. But now I found it. It's Shinjuku.

Anyways, on with the story.

The first thing Takato did once he was back at work was to look for more books regarding time travel, teleportation and alternate dimensions. During his time on shelving books, he stopped by some sections that may have some more books, even during his break, he went looking for books. Luckily for him, his coworkers didn't see this as strange, they just saw it as Takato wanting to look for more books of interest, knowing that he likes reading. So far, he was able to get his hands on two books regarding the Time/Space Continuum, one on teleportation, and three on time traveling, though one is a fictional novel.

Takato slumped over on a coffee table as he had the books on it. He was going to need a lot of time to be able to go through all these books. He'll need to use that time well so that none of it was used as a waste. Along with that, he'll need a lot of coffee to keep awake.

After reading through most of the books, it was now getting very late; he's been at it for over seven hours, it was now 2 am and he was starting to get too tired to keep reading. His eyes began to drop constantly and he couldn't keep himself from staying awake. Perhaps, he'll have to save the rest for another day. He was able to get through two books, this would need more than just one night.

"Where am I?" Takato looked around him, everything was pitch black. There wasn't anything around him to see, there was nothing.

"You killed me..."

Takato looked behind him, but there was nothing there.

"We were just following our beliefs."

Takato looked to his left; nothing.

"Did we really deserve this?"

Takato looked behind him. What he saw was something he didn't expect on seeing. He remembered them by how they looked, they were the terrorists that he stopped. They were exactly as he left them that night, bloody, cut, dismembered, yet not dead.

"You killed us...Blood Rose."

"Huh?" Takato looked down at himself. He was suddenly in his Blood Rose costume. He held his rapier in his had as he always did. "What the..."

"You killed us!" They all ran at Blood Rose, ready to attack.

"You're a murderer..."

"Get back!" Blood Rose swung his rapier around frantically. He didn't care where he hit, as long as they were gone. "Stay Back!"

"Killer..."

Takato shot himself upright on his bed. Sweat was forming on his face and he started to feel very cold. He never had nightmares like that before, why now? Was there something behind the fact that he had that nightmare? Takato looked down on his hands, he couldn't help feel as though they were covered in blood. He felt as though he was back to that night, the night he stopped the terrorists from destroying the city, the night he made his first kill, the first time he felt no remorse for the loss of life. Was he really a killer?

All this thinking made him forget about being tired. He needed his sleep, maybe a warm glass of milk will fix that.

It's been over four days since Takato started to cram as much as he could with information. He had been staying at home all these days, calling work to say he was unable to make it. He regrettably had to cancel a date with Rika because of this. He had finished reading three more books, he still had more to deal with now that he picked up some extras. Finishing the book he was just reading, his cellphone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi Takato."

"Oh, hi Rika. What's up?"

"Are you still busy?" Rika asked.

"Yeah, I still am. Sorry."

"What's up with you these days?" Rika asked, "You're more busy than usual."

"I need to find a way on getting to the Orderrealm." Takato said, "Life is just working against me these days, but it won't be for long. I promise."

"Alright." Takato was able to sense the disappointed tone in Rika's voice, and it hurt him. He never intended to hurt Rika like this. "Bye."

"Bye Rika." Takato hung up, tossing the phone on his bed. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. Not only was he getting bored of all this reading, but he upset of blowing off Rika so many times. It was bad enough he had to cancel whatever plans he made before, but he wasn't able to see Rika at all for the past days. After all this reading he did, maybe he deserved to have some time off. He jumped to his bed to grab his cellphone. He quickly dialed Rika's number and waited for her to answer.

"Hello?"

"Rika. I've decided to make some changes with my schedule right now." Takato said, "How about we meet for dinner?"

"Oh um...perfect. My mom is off for a modeling gig in Osaka for the rest of the week and my grandma's at a friends for just as long." Rika said, "So we have my place all to ourselves."

"Great, I'll see you in a few hours then?"

"8 then."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye."

Takato hung up and flopped on his bed. Finally, after a long time, he can finally get a break.

Takato got off the bus that took him closest to Rika's house and made his way to her, taking the usual route to get there. While he was passing by an alley, he noticed something taking place. Two teenagers were attacking a helpless teen about the same age as them. Takato took note that the alleyway was very familiar to him, in fact, it was a place that ad a special moment. This alley was the first place Takato commited a good deed as Blood Rose. Is it coincidence that there is another attack happening here? Who cares, someone needs help.

"Hey!" Takato's voice got the attention of the two teenagers, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just having a bit of fun, that's all." One answered.

"Unless you want to join in the beating, then get the hell out of here."

Takato simple shrugged. After sighing, he teleported himself right in front of them. He then jumped up and kicked both of the teenagers in the face with his raised legs. He landed right on the ground without a sound, as if he floated down. He looked to the victim, "If you can run then run fast." He watched as the teenaged boy got up and ran off as fast as he could, away from the scene. The two thugs got up and turned to face Takato.

Aw great, I figured they would run by now.

The two charged at Takato, punching and kicking him in unison. Not only was it bad that they were attacking him at once, but the way they attacked was unexpected. These guys new karate. While Takato would try to block one attack, he would have to dodge another, making the blocking hard to do. Of all criminals he faced, none knew how to fight as well as these two, they were either pathetic men with weapons, or big brutes that would rely on crushing the opponent. I guess you can say it was second nature for Takato to assume that these two would know no decent way of fighting. Finally, they got to him; As Takato blocked on over the top kick from one, the other punched Takato right in the face. Takato staggered back from the blow, but kept his stance. One of them ran at Takato's left, prepared to attack, but what he didn't expect was for the other to come from his right. The one from his right dropped down and kicked his leg, tripping Takato. As Takato fell over, the one on his left kicked Takato right in the face as he was falling.

"Had enough, punk?" One of them continuously kicked Takato without rest. "Come on now, you feel tough now?"

"Let him go, he learned his lesson." The other said, "Let's go find someone else to beat on."

The two agreed and proceeded to walk away. Takato was still alove, but still in pain, he took the time to heal himself up, but a cough gave him away. The two teenagers looked back, watching Takato get on his feet.

"You still alive you little bastard?"

As the two ran back to finish Takato off. One of them prepared to punch at Takato, but he dodged the punch, grabbed his arm and threw him down to the ground. He then grabbed his head and lifted him up, dragging him over to a large trash container. Takato then slammed the teenager's throat right at the edge of the compacter and let his body fall to the ground, gasping for air. Takato then looked over to the other one, not wanting to spare any time, he used his telekinesis and threw him to the wall. With his hand, he curled it up, slowly making it tighter. The teenager that was pinned to the wall gasped for air as he felt his airway shrink. Takato smiled in delight to see him suffer.

Wait...this isn't me. I'm not a killer, Rika wouldn't want me to be. Takato undid his telekinesis, letting the teenager fall to the ground. What he saw himself doing, it scared him. How could he have brought himself to almost killing someone? Demonic Brothers, they didn't count, they were real monster, one's that would have no place in justice, terrorists, they were an exception, leave them alive, they'll just try to blow something up again, but a punk, Takato could never bring himself to kill one. He walked away from the scene, leaving the two teenagers to grovel in pain. He took out his cell phone, if anyone would finish his job with those two punks, it would be the police.

Rika went for the door after hearing the knocking. She opened the door and found Takato standing on the other side.

"Am I late?"

"Oh god, what happened to you?" Rika took note of the bruises on his face and the small trace of blood from his nose.

"Nothing, just ran into a little trouble." Takato said.

"Come on inside." Rika took his hand and pulled him in, "I'll get you some ice for that."

"What about dinner?" Takato asked.

"It'll be ready soon."

With dinner now finished, the two sat together on the couch enjoying a movie together. The two took the time to clean up the dishes together before watching a movie. They were near the finale of Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End when it was now midnight.

"My goodness, this is one long movie." Takato said.

"That just means more time to snuggle." Rika got herself more comfortable on Takato's shoulder while she kept her blanket covering her. "How are things going with the reading?"

"I'm still getting nowhere." Takato said, "All these books I've read have information I already know."

Takato flopped his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. Rika sighed softly and sat up to look at him in the face, "Takato, why don't you just take this night to forget about this whole thing? Let this be our time together. We haven't been able to spend much time together for the past few days."

On a beach, where color no longer existed, a caped figure walked along the sand, taking notice of strange activities happening in the sky.

"Now that is strange, I've never seen this before." The figure said.

The black light that was shining form the distant lighthouse was getting bigger and darker, instead of the black light being a transparent beam, it was nothing more than a solid black beam, as if life would perish in its ray.

"The Darkness is getting stronger." The figure then face forward, revealing a pale white face and blood red eyes, "What will you do?"

Takato woke up from what seemed to be another dream. This wasn't like last time, it was different. It wasn't about his past kills on crime, but of something completely different. What could it have meant? What was that place he saw in his dream, what was with the black light, and who was the person at the place? Rika was still asleep, so it was probably best not to wake her. Takato slowly got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to get something to drink, water, milk, juice, anything to quench his thirst. In the kitchen, Takato could hear the radio on, tuned to a classical music station. While Takato was going through the fridge to grab whatever he could safely drink, the music reached its end and a news report was now on.

More reports are coming in of criminal activities happening around Shinjuku. All these reports take place in areas where a strange dark portal was previously spotted. Witnesses claim that they saw someone, or something come out from these portals and then going back in before it disappeared from sight. So far no reports on missing or dead people have been reported, but there have been damages left in the area.

"Havik..." Takato knew that he was causing all this trouble. Havik was the one who opened those portals and destroyed all those things. And Takato didn't even bother trying to stop him.

"What are you doing here?" Rika asked, yawning as she walked into the kitchen.

"Sorry, I needed something to drink." Takato said.

"Well, all we've got right now is water and apple juice." Rika said, "So help yourself to that."

These reports of attacks in our city have the people begging the question, "Where is our hero?"

"Still can't keep that stuff out of your head?"

Takato sighed, "I'm sorry Rika, but this is just who I am now. It feels like I'm abandoning them."

"Well, don't be like that. This is your life to live, you make the decisions, you decide what to do, don't let the people tell you what should be done." Rika said, "So tell me, what do you want to do about this?"

Takato rummaged through his closet, pulling out a small chest from the top shelf of the closet. He carried it to his desk and placed it on top. He then unlocked the chest and opened it, revealing its contents. Inside, Takato looked at past memories of wearing the clothes that were in the chest; a crimson shirt and pants, steal boots, leather gloves, the mask, and the most important component of his costume; the rose. Takato was quite surprised that the rose wasn't wilting. It's been in the chest for over two years, not having any light, any water, no life. The rose truly was a strange one. He held the rose in his hands gently. He stared at it curiously, but after a while, he quickly put the rose away.

"No, I cant." He shut the chest and locked it back up, "I already made my choice, I can't go back."

He turned away from the desk and looked on the floor, where today's newspaper was. The front page had a picture of a wall with writing on it made from blood. The message read; 'Chaos has a name, Havik.'

Startling Sight at Shinjuku Town Centre

Under the picture, was the caption that went along with the picture;

Police are startled with the sight of this message written on the walls of the Town Centre last night. So far, no evidence of murder is reported, though the presence of blood contradicts with the claim.

Takato ran his hands through his hair and let out a big sigh. "Why, why why? I still need more time." He hasn't found anything regarding the Orderrealm and how to get there. He needed time to find everything he needs about it. But with Havik causing trouble, he can't turn back. He swore that he would give up on Blood Rose until the day came he was finally able to set foot in the Orderrealm. "What choice do I have?" He looked back at the chest, knowing he couldn't turn away from his duties now.

With nighttime now arrived, the moon was the city's source of light. At the top of the highest point in the city, a figure clad in red stood alone. He looked below to the streets of the city, watching as the lights of cars went by and people walked on the side. When it seemed that this night was peaceful, a small explosion was heard from a building behind the figure. He turned back and saw smoke coming from where the explosion came from. The figure simply stepped forward and fell off the building diving headfirst. Halfway through the fall, the figure pulled out a red rose and tossed it forward, towards the direction of where the explosion took place.

From that area, three men came out of what was destroyed, a wall. They each carried a shotgun and a bag with what was no doubt, money.

"That was easier than I thought." The leader said.

"We've got ourselves more cash than expected." The second said with joy, "This is a great way to start the night." Their celebration was cut short from the sound of something hitting metal. They looked to where the sound came from. The leader walked towards the sound, with his gun aiming forward. He came upon a large garbage container and only saw a red rose piercing the container. He grabbed the rose and pulled it out. He looked back to his two fellow robbers, "Its just a stupid flower." When he looked back, he came face to face with the red warrior.

"For your information, that is a rose, and its mine." He took the rose from the criminal's hand. As he aimed his shotgun at the warrior, he was pushed back by an invisible force.

"Oh god, its him." One of the other robbers said, "Its Blood Rose!"

Blood Rose held the rose in his hand and then it changed into his signature rapier. He looked at his weapon, admiring the work. "The power, I missed it."

Whoo, I can't believe it took so long for me to get this up. Well, now that its up, you have to wait again for the next update. I'll try my best to update sooner, maybe the christmas holidays will be filled with nonstop updates.

Anyways, please review on this.