Well guys, am back! And here is chapter 2 and if I didn't mention this in chapter 1 (a probably didn't) here is…

Ma disclaimer- I do not own Digimon, wish I did but… I don't. Gutted really. Nuts.

Well anyhoo… on wit the fic. Thanks to those of you who did review.

Chapitretrois- Mon Ange

"Who in hell's name are you?" The younger of the two thieves growled out. The stranger smirked as he noticed the boy's maroon hair start to stand up on end, and he could swear his two upper canines lengthened an inch or so. So that's your power huh? His smirk grew larger as he watched the boy unsheathe a Kusari-Kama, a scythe like tool with a long chain at its handle. In his other hand, three glimmering Shuriken, each held between his fingers like claws.

"Who in hell? Huh. Quite fitting really. Hmm." The cloaked figure gave a short laugh.

"You don't wanna know who I really am Tiger boy."

"What did you say? How, what…how?" Daisuke spluttered in disbelief at the stranger's answer.

"How did I know? It's obvious really, I've been trained in recognising powers. Common, rare, filtered, enhanced or raw I can recognise each one. Yours is quite obvious by the distinctive lengthening of the canines, the way your hair stands up, even the way your eyes burn and the way you hold your weapons. You hold your Shuriken the way a tiger displaces his claws." The stranger smirked at his own answer.

"What are you?!"

"As I said before, you don't wanna know. My powers aren't as simple as yours."

"My powers aren't simple. If you're such an expert you should know that."

"I didn't mean simple in that sense. Your powers are raw, still not fully trained or filtered but your getting there. Not exactly simple. But compared with my own or those of your… lovely lady friend." He licked his lower lip in a primal fashion, as he tried to decipher her powers. They were strong, yet raw. He had never come across anyone with powers like these, and yet the felt familiar to him. As if he had know this feeling for as long as he had known his own. She had to be the one. He was almost certain.

"What do you want with Sora?!" The maroon haired boy roared, his hair flaring up more than ever, eyes blazing as he started to swing his weapons for attack.

"Oh did I hit a nerve when I mentioned your girlfriend?"

"She's not my girlfriend, she's family!" he roared once again before launching an attack with his Kusari-Kama, swinging it around, whistling through the air. He made an attempt to slice at the cloaked figure, swinging the silver blade at where his torso should be. As the blade cut through the air, a blur seemed to pass Daisuke's eyes, before the Kusari-Kama hit the cobbles with a clang that reverberated around the granite walled streets.

"Where did he go?" before he could swing round, a voice answered in his ear sending chills up his spine.

"Boo. Guess who?" a leather gloved hand gripped the back of his neck, before he felt himself being thrown with ease against the polished granite walls. As he attempted to stand he felt a tight sensation grip his legs, as if binding together. As he looked down he saw his knees buckle as his legs clamped together. As he fell to the floor, a scream filled the air.

"Don't fight him Dai, he's too strong! You can't fight a power like his at your current state! Please I can't lose you too! You're all I've got left." He looked up at Sora; her face bore down upon him from across the alley. He could swear her face was stained with tears. From the corner of his eye, he saw the cloaked figure move towards Sora with long swaggering strides.

"Leave her alone!" Daisuke felt his voice crack as he screamed at the stranger. "Please, I don't know what you want from us, but please don't hurt her. Please, she's all that I have left of my family please. She has done nothing, take me instead. Please, there is a heart within your chest, I know there is. Please use it." His voice became little more than a whisper, but the stranger heard it loud and clear.

A heart huh? Maybe I have. She obviously means a lot to him.

"I wasn't going to hurt her, and I never would. Plus, in accordance with 'I don't know what you want with us.' I want nothing from you. It's her I need. Plus she can fight for herself, you know she can, after all… she is 'La Fille Rouge'." He could sense the stranger smirk beneath his hood. He turned back to the young woman.

"Not that we will be fighting." His eyebrows rose beneath his hood as he watched the girl unsheathe her Katana, taking up a fighting stance. This was not what he wanted. He did not want to fight her, or moreover hurt her. Although, come to think of it she would be quite a formidable opponent, he had heard of her skills, and as for her powers, well… best not to dwell. If they were still raw, once again, best not to dwell on the thought.

As he advanced she tensed, holding her sword tighter, pulling a Tanto from inside her cloak. She lunged as he approached her, gracefully leaping into the air, slicing at the cloaked stranger's head. He dodged the attack narrowly, feeling the air vibrate around his ears as the blade swung close to his hood.

"WHOA THERE! I said I didn't want to fight you. If I wanted to kill or cause harm I would have done it by now." The girl kept slicing relentlessly, if she kept going like this, he would have to fight back, if not for his sake, hers. Though he had to admit, she certainly was one intriguing girl. As he dodged yet another attack from her Katana blade, she took a swipe with the Tanto. He managed to get the small dagger away from her, but she still had the longer bladed sword. As he attempted to disarm her, she swung round with a swift roundhouse kick, missing his face by inches. Gods, she was good.

With her free hand she brought out her bullwhip with a flourish, hissing through the air. This just got more interesting and she just got more irresistible. She cracked the whip, before bringing it swishing towards his face again. He lifted his arm protectively in front of his face, letting the leather whip slice into his skin as it wound its way around his forearm like a viper. He twisted his arm, grabbing the whip and pulling the struggling girl flying towards him. She dug her heels within the gaps of the cobbles and tried to stand her ground, whilst swinging at him with her blade. As he gave another tug at the whip, she released it from her grasp, before elegantly leaping back a few feet. The stranger swiftly unwrapped the whip from his arm, before wielding it himself. As she lunged at him once more, he used the whip to knock the Katana from her hand. The redhead flew at him with a series of kicks and punches. He took a swipe with bullwhip and managed to grab a hold of her arm before pulling her towards him once again. This time however, she couldn't stop herself from being pulled in. She kicked and screamed, whilst he held her by the wrists.

All the while Daisuke roared out in anger at the stranger. Whether pleading or cursing, he would scream till his lungs gave out. His legs were still locked together with some weird spell or curse, no matter how hard he tried to break free, the bonds still held him rooted to the ground.

And yet the stranger still battled on with the fiery redhead, trying his best to stop her blows and silence her. He moved a few paces forward so that she was now pressed against one of the granite walls, a stern faced gargoyle looking down upon them.

"GODS WOMAN WOULD YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!" he finally roared out. Only to be answered back by her sharp tongue.

"Why should I? How do I know you're not lying? How do I know you won't kill me? Why should I trust you? I don't even know your name or your face."

"I cannot tell you my real name, but I can however tell you this… I am the one of darkness brought to light, I see war and pestilence yet feel nothing, I know not of friendship, I only know hate and fear, I have no home or place of origin yet I search for one who will grant me the things I know not of…home, friendship, and love. I am what was, what is and what is to come, I am the same as you in age, yet my experience is ancient. I am the void before knowledge."

Her felt the girl within his grasp, take a sharp intake of breath, before gulping. It's Him, Mother Eva said he would come. She said I was the one, but I never believed her. The dark prince, the shadowed knight, the one born of flames and destruction and yet shall live on in purity. The demon of holy purpose. The one destined to save us all. But if it is him, and he has been searching for me, that would make me…no, it can't be? Is he really…

"L'inconnu?" Her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it clear as a bell. His answer came wrapped in seductiveness and passion.

"The one and only." As he said this he moved his head so that his hidden lips were beside her right ear. He had a sudden urge to kiss her, but held back the notion. Not yet, you barely know her, although it feels like you've known her since birth.

As he drew level with her ear, he whispered into it:

"I've been searching so long for you, Mon Ange"

She gasped as she heard him utter that name. I am the one he has been searching for. But why me? Why am I the one given such a great responsibility, I can barely handle these powers bestowed upon me. Why am I so special?

"You need to stop worrying; you'll know when the time comes. Right now it is important you trust me. Now you see what I meant when I said I would never hurt you."

"Why am I so special though? Why me? Is this why they died, for me?" she whispered, tears finally cascading down her porcelain face. For the first time in his life, he actually felt sad. Was this how powerful she was to him? He had barely known her an hour, but already she could make him (the one who had seen death and evil and hardly batted an eyelid) feel grief? She really was something precious.

"You are what you are. These people you speak of, who died, didn't just die because of what you are, but because of who you are. I know nothing about them, who they are, but God. Just from holding you, I know they loved you; they died through love not duty. I hardly know you, but I know you are something precious. I have never felt emotions like grief or happiness…or love… until I met you. Only hate and anger. You are something special, and you should always treasure the fact that those you lost love you." His voice was now softer, sensitive. She still felt herself melt whenever he spoke. He was the man of many women's fantasies, without even removing his hood. She really was falling for this man, after merely an hour of knowing him. Then again, she was, according to Mother Eva, destined to be with this…man...demon, whatever he was beneath that hood.

She smiled at him. He felt the ice cold veil around his heart, shatter and crack as he witnessed this…smile. Gods she was amazing. He felt himself falling deeper in love with her with every passing moment. Love. An emotion he thought he would never feel, and yet here she was, living proof. Right now he would do anything for her.

"I guess I do trust you, but do you trust me?" she spoke with an angelic voice, light and harmonious.

"But of course."

"Well…if you do trust me…you would…I mean if your not offended…" this man even made her hesitate and stumble on her words! Now this was a shock "if you trust me…would you lower your…hood? I mean if you don't…"

"I trust you." He whispered into her ear giving it a brief and almost air soft kiss, before backing off slightly to reveal his identity. He held the edges of the hood within his gloved fingers. Lowering the thick material slowly, Sora found herself letting out a gasp, as the young man's face came into light.

And there you have it kids chapter three.

Hope you liked it Mon petite pommes

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