Okie dokies here we go me luvas! Here's the next part and once again ma disclaimer thing; I don't own Digimon etc blah, things would be VERY different if I did.
Anyhoo on with the fic!
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Chapitrequatre- un Prince Sombre
"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.
As he lowered the hood slowly, a mass of wild chestnut hair unfurled itself from the dark recesses of his cloak, the face of a man her own age, stared Sora straight in the face. A handsome face none the less, soft lips and a well chiselled jaw line, but it was his eyes that stood out the most. They were deep chocolate brown orbs, warm and fiery, filled with courage, but they seemed…tainted. They had seen so much hate and anger, death and violence. Gods, she was enchanted by them. He stood a good foot taller than her, making her feel quite small in comparison to him. His eyes seemed to bore deep into her soul, thus leaving her feeling open and naked, as if he could see every flaw, every detail about her. She felt her breath catch as he spoke to her, seeing those lips talk along with that voice, she was awestruck:
"Am I what you expected Ange."
"I'm not exactly sure what I expected. And by the way my name isn't Ange, it's…"
"Sora!!! A little help here!" Daisuke rolled on the floor, trying in vain to loosen the invisible binds that held his legs together. Sora felt herself giggling at the boy as he scrambled around the cobbled floor.
"Help me get these bastard binds off of my legs!" His face had turned beet red through anger and exasperation.
"Patience there, Tiger boy. I'm getting there, if you would wait. I have no need to keep you tied any longer." The chestnut haired man spoke with a grin as he clicked his fingers, releasing the ties.
"NO NEED TO WHAT!! YOU HAVE NO NEED! WHY DID YOU BIND ME IN THE FIRST PLACE YOU BASTARD? HOW CAN WE EVEN TRUST YOU? I SHOULD GUT YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, JUST FOR SO MUCH AS TOUCHING MY COUSIN!"
"Your cousin, huh? If I hadn't have bound your legs, it would make it harder for me to talk to Ange, what with you overprotecting her. She can look after herself kid." He smiled at the younger boy. "Not that you don't do a good job of protecting her. It's either trust me, help me find a way to release this nation from darkness and protect her, or don't trust me, let the nation live in shadows and risk him, coming for her, thus condemning this land further. Your choice."
"And what about my choice? Am I not entitled to one? Am I not the one who can fight for herself, and if so why do you two argue, overprotect and make my decisions for me? And just who is 'him'" Sora finally spoke up through frustration and gritted teeth. Her frown increasing as the unruly haired man smirked.
"But of course, however you are forgetting the prophecy Ange."
"What prophecy? And why do you keep calling her Ange? Her name is Sora." Daisuke fumed. Sora meanwhile had frozen to the spot at the mention of 'the prophecy'.
"The prophecy…no. No, no, no! You have the wrong girl. I am not her. NOT ME, NOT I! "
"No.You are le Ange de Ciel. There is no denying it. Therefore it is within my fate to protect you from him. If not, the balance that is already swayed in his favour shall completely overturn." The young man's face became grave as he spoke to the two relations.
"So we have to prevent this him person from killing Sor and save the nation. Right… simple."
"He doesn't want to kill her."
"I am not the girl you think I am!"
"Then what does he want with Sora?" Daisuke sat himself down on the cobbled floor.
"Well that's the problem. As far as I can see, the fate that lies for her if he gets a hold of her, I think anyway, is worse than death." The chestnut haired man spoke in a ominous tone, his eyes becoming dark.
"…And what would a…a fate worse than death be?" Daisuke's voice was strained.
"Le Ange de Ciel. In a way it's like royalty if you think about it. Like a queen or princess, a sovereign if you would…"
"I highly doubt that I could be classed as royalty. I'm a thief and a gypsy, that's like dirt compared to royalty. And I'm certainly no angel. More like scum of the earth. " Sora said, shaking her head in disbelief. The man's eyebrows rose as she doubted her own value, a glint of sadness in her eyes.
"You're royalty to your family…and to me." He spoke in a quiet tone, the last part almost a whisper, Sora only heard the part about family due to her stubbornness about accepting fate.
"What family? There's just me and Dai now, the rest are…are… gone… To everyone else I'm just a burden."
"Sora! That's not true! You are certainly no burden. What would Mother Eva do without you to look after the other kids? Without you around to help them, to help us?"
"You'd probably be better off. Less responsibility for Mother Eva, and the rest of this city, not having to worry about that little gypsy. Running around causing trouble. Stealing from the upper class, causing uproar amongst the peasants." A small smirk appeared on her face, as a silent tear fell down her face. "Wouldn't life be so much simpler? Without me?" the tears finally flowed, streaming uncontrollably. I'm so stupid. Why is he so indignant that I'm the one? No one should die because of me, I've lost to many already. It would be better if they didn't know me. She silently slumped down against the wall.
Something inside the stranger snapped. He had travelled the length of this nation, searching. Searching for her. And here she was, defeated and downtrodden. A low self esteem and completely clueless to her potential. He slowly rose from where he lent against the cool granite wall, and silently made his way over to where the girl sat, staring at her feet listlessly.
"Get up." He spoke clearly and forcefully, without raising his voice.
"Why? Why should I?"
"Just do it."
"No"
"I said get up."
"And I said no." Sora had now raised her eyes up to meet his in an intense glare.
"I SAID GET UP! ARE YOU GOING TO WALLOW IN SELF PITY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?" His voice now bellowed out, reverberating around the alley.
Sora just stared at the man in shock. Daisuke stood back from it all, it was better not to get in the way, which was hard. He wanted so badly to go and comfort his cousin.
"WELL ARE YOU?"
"What does it matter to you?" her voice had now fallen to a whisper.
"Arrrgh, so stubborn. It matters because your self pity won't just break your own heart, but every one else who ever cared about you. If you won't get up, then I'll get you up!"
"Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"Because, it's my job, my fate. To protect you. Now get up!" She sat still, not daring to look at him.
"Fine. We'll do this the hard way." He placed a hand on each arm, gripping her tightly and pulling her up with himself. Her eyes widened in shock, at both his strength and at the weird presence he had over her. Normally she would have beaten the guy up for that. Without another word, he slung the petite girl over her shoulder, holding her in place with a strong hand, and a smirk upon his face. She gave a small squeal at his actions, to which he replied with a curt pat on her buttocks, before going back to his previous conversation with Daisuke.
"As I was saying…he, sees himself as a prince, hence the name 'the Dark Prince'…well? Can you see where I'm going with this?"
"Nope." Daisuke's response was as short as it could get, he really had no idea. The two walked along, side by side. The Stranger overshadowing Dai with his height advantage and a screaming auburn haired girl slung over his shoulder, wriggling and kicking.
"I have a slight inclination where you are going with this theorem, and I already hate it." Sora put her head in her hands. "Please just say it's a theory, please. And would you please put me down"
"I'd really like to say yes…but I'm afraid both my responses are a no."
"What! What! Tell me! Sora's my cousin! I have a right to know."
"Look kid, how can a prince become a king and gain more land and power?…More assets you might say."
"He gets crowned? No, no he kills off other rulers, thus gaining more land!"
"Well your first answer is right, just not in this case, and your second answer has occurred, how else would he be on the throne?"
"Well… I give up! Why can't you guys just tell me?"
"Let's put it this way; when a prince becomes king, when a princess becomes queen, when a unity is formed, who gains the assets?"
"Oh you mean marriage. Ahhhh…wait…wha? What? He's going to try to marry my cousin? THAT HORNY BASTARD!" Daisuke's face contorted with anger. "HOW DARE HE! THAT DIRTY SONOVA…"
"We get the idea Tiger, now chill we aint gonna let him get that far." The stranger grinned at the youngster.
"Please, could you put me down now? Please." Sora had now ceased her screaming and beating, and her voice was back to her normal, sweet voice. The man smirked, shifting the young woman upon his shoulder, before once again giving her derriere another cheeky smack.
"Nope." He gave a small chuckle.
"Pleeeeeaaasse! Please, your shoulder is really uncomfortable." The auburn haired woman pleaded.
"Hmmm…nah, not yet. You might as well stay there for a bit." He laughed, to be honest he enjoyed torturing her, he enjoyed being around her. Her presence was…well…quite indescribable. He might just have to draw her torture out a little longer, having her at such proximity and being able to touch her was a blessing itself.
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A little further on, the stranger felt his load grow quieter. As they paced the winding passageways of Saint's avenue, she had protested less, and realised there was no use fighting him, anyway it was quite nice to be carried for once. The stranger listened closely to her breathing, only to realise that it had become deeper and relaxed; she had fallen asleep. He smirked, bringing her down from his shoulder and proceeded on, carrying her bridal style.
"Hey, Errrm…L'Inconnu?"
"Yeah."
"We're leaving Saint's avenue. These next two gargoyles mark the exit."
"In that case I suggest you pull your hood back over your face, same goes for me. The minute we leave these passageway's he can monitor us. He uses an enchanted object of sorts to watch us with."
"The exit is near to our home, you can come and rest there while you explain this whole problem."
"Hmm, where do you live?"
"The Cathedral of the Angels. Mother Eva took me and Sor in when we were young… when it all began…"
"The Cathedral of Angels huh? Perfect place for someone like her." He nodded down at the sleeping girl's form. She really did remind him of an angel. Daisuke smiled in response before pulling up his hood, the stranger followed suit, before they both crossed the eyes of the Saint's guardians, the grisly looking gargoyles guarding the exit, and entering back into the darkened back alley of the baker's shop.
Soleil. The city of the rising sun.
A city once thought as the most beautiful in the land, the capital, a city of sunshine. A city of prosper and gold, but now…a city of darkness. Soleil. It didn't seem a very fitting name anymore. It was still the capitol the centre of the land, the centre of the darkness. Within the great city there was situated, a castle, a palace of immense size. The darkness brought by its occupant, seeping out through every pore, every crack in the brick work, every gap within the windows. The darkness had claimed everywhere.
Sitting within the darkest recesses, of the darkest room, within the very heart of the palace, a figure calculated. His cold eyes roamed the room as he sat back within the seat of "his" throne, his hands grasping at a gilded mirror, the size of a platter. But within the mirror was not the man's reflection, but an image, an image of three figures, and a black stallion. The tallest dressed head to toe in black robes, a younger man walked beside him, with a similar appearance, only his robes were a brownish colour, the stallion pranced excitedly beside the taller man. But the man on the throne had little or no interest for these three, but for the fourth. Cradled within the taller man's arms lay a young woman; her body lay limp as she slept against the man's chest. The woman seemed quite comfortable and at ease with the man.
A voice hissed out from beneath the shadowed lips of the man holding the mirror:
"So at last I've found you, my dearest bride to be."
Well there you go guys, chapter 4. I've been watching beauty and the beast (fav film ever!) that's where the magic mirror came from.
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