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The Gatomon purred louder, ears twitching as she woke from her slumber. The felines sky blue eyes opened slowly and the cat looked up at the purple haired tamer with blurry eyes before she, quite promptly, dug her claws into the sleeping Wizardmons legs with a loud meow, the former digimon woke with a started yelp and sat up straight, throwing the white kit off his lap. The Gatomon landed on the floor on all four paws and walked over to the bed Draco had occupied only seconds ago and jumped up onto the mattress, curling up and soaking in the warmth left by the tamers body.
Wizardmon gave Gatomon a disapproving look, not noticing Draco immediately
“Oh!”
Eyes the color of silver turned to Draco and a pleased smile made the humanoid digimons eyes shift into crescents. The dancing fire in the fireplace crackled pleasantly in the background and a soft purr rose once more from the cat now sleeping soundly in Draco´s bed.
A glove clad hand with bat symbols sewn into the worn leather landed on Draco´s shoulder in a silent greeting as Wizardmon stood, standing a few inches lower than the tamer
“Draco, it is good to see that you are awake, we were afraid you had suffered a concussion during your little run in with Darlene and her cub”
The hand on Draco´s shoulder disappeared as Wizardmon turned and walked towards a small table in the corner of the room with dried herbs and several questionable potion components stood ready for use. The wizard picked up a small bowl with a foul smelling green liquid in it and walked back to Draco, handing him the strange concoction which seemed to –move- on it´s own…
“Drink this, it will heal the marks on your skin”

Sarah sighed as Richter left, wow, way to make a bad impressions. She should perhaps have told him that it was tradition, Joe or one of the others always challenged the new royals, it was their own way of ´testing´ the new Princes of Princesses, to see if the new royal could take care of them and protect them..
Joe had taken Kaya on and lost, it had proven to the other Dark tamers that she was strong enough to be a royal, strong enough to be someone they could respect and serve and with her charming personality and tendency to be a mother hen to the new ones it had been much too easy to accept her as their superior, no one disliked Kaya, not even Blaise..
Blaise… Oh yes, Blaise was something else, he hadn’t won over Michelle when he fought her the first night, he had killed her Warumonzaemon and called her weak when she cried for her lost partner, he spoke down to everyone, he used and manipulated others as if everyone else were nothing but toys and sometimes, late at night, he ordered one of the girls into his chamber to serve him..
That wasent unheard of, Princes could order girls to their rooms anytime and the lower ranking tamers were often more than happy to obey but Blaise was brutal and cold, no one had ever wandered out of his chamber the next morning without crying and the poor girls were often covered in the own blood.
At least three girls in the castle had Blaises name burned into their skin… Sarah couldn’t imagine how painful it must have been for them…
The black haired girl took a deep breath and returned to her food while the other tamers ranted like upset children..

Richter stood, alone on the balcony, feeling the wind caressing his skin with it´s loving soft touch, when suddenly a deep soothing male voice entered his head, it wrapped itself around his mind like a silk serpent, hissing softly
´What is it that has gotten you so upset Prince?´

"...I wish that Joe hadn't done that...." Richter said to the voice in his head, who was most likely MetalSeadramon. He walked past the group, and they were able to hear everything he said from then on, as he sat down at the table right next to them when he was talking, not even realizing that they could hear. "I know that the girl called me some 'Blaise' person..and I know that, if the other members of this castle hated him so much, that I wish to be nothing like him. What I did to Joe...it wasn't right....but killing another tamer...I can't afford to do that right now. The only person, or group, that I want to hurt are the Angels...for what they did to me..." He said softly, as he unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt, and pulled the two sides apart, revealing, yes, his unusually attractive torso, but even more noticeably, the hideous, enormous X-shaped scar on his chest. The sides were pitch black, as if the skin had been burned, and could never heal. The middle was a red color, which any tamer of dark descent knew, was the Angel's mark of death. He silently buttoned back up, covering up once again his scar, and stood up. He stopped speaking to the voice in his head for a moment, and addressed the tamers in front of him, who, may, even up to this point, hate him to their cores. "All of you tamers, who sit here now....I don't know who Blaise is...but from what she said to me, he sounds like a person I will never be. Today....what I did to Joe, even if I can't take it back, and it was of my own accord, I regret it. Someone, maybe even more than one person, has died because of me. He was a good person, and my actions drove him past the point of insanity. I was a selfish, stupid, moronic, and otherwise hopeless person to be around. I hated him because he challenged everything I believed in...and challenging me, the way I used to be, it eventually lead him to kill the woman you now know as Kaya....the bloodsoaked princess...She's been revived, due to him sacrificing his life, thankfully...but it still haunts me..." He said. Pain was terrorizing his body, and he began to shake a little, as if he was sobbing, but no tears came. "It...it was my fault she died...and I'll never forget that. It's going to haunt me for the rest of my life, and I don't want the same thing to happen between Joe and myself. I had to act brash towards him...because, after having everything torn from me...so violently, so painfully, and excruciatingly agonizingly....I find that the only crutch I have left to lean on is my ability to battle...and Joe challenged it....." He finished, he stopped shaking, but the pain was still in his eyes as he gazed at each and every individual at that table. "You can think whatever you wish of me...but what I did there may have saved his life..." He said, before turning around, and, with his hand slowly running through his hair, in an attempt to calm himself, he left the room just as silently as he had entered, down the hall Joe and Jessica went down. He eventually came upon the two, standing together in the hall, a ways away from the others. He stood in front of the two tamers, the same pain in his eyes as he had displayed when talking to the others.

"Joe...Jessica..." He said, in a softer voice than before. His tone was weary, and his stare full of sorrow. "I....I came to apologize." He said, looking into Joe's eyes with sorrow. "I have a reason why I acted towards you that way....it stretches to Kaya....it was my fault she died that long time ago.....it was I who drove Nagato off the edge, and it was I who caused her so much pain!" He said, screaming at himself, while shaking erratically in front of the two. "...I'll NEVER forget how horrible I used to be, how much pain I caused her and Nagato......It was my fault, because I was stupid, I was arrogant...I thought I was all there needed to be. That's probably how you two think of me now." He continued, not stopping to let them reply. "I can almost be entirely sure that neither of you are even listening to me at the moment, and I don't care. I need to say this regardless. Everything.....all the damage that was done to this castle....every bit of sorrow you all felt over Kaya when she died....it was all my fault." He said, letting a single tear fall to the floor, before he turned sharply, not allowing them to see any more. "I joined the dark tamers as a prince so I could avoid killing any who didn't deserve to die...as I see it, the only people I hate in this world are the Angels...." He said, unbuttoning his top three buttons again, turning around and showing Joe, along with Jessica, the same hideous scar that the others had seen. "This...is the Angel's Mark of Death. Through it being placed on me, they have marked me as a traitor to the digital world. In all essence, to the eyes of any tamer or digimon not affiliated to the darkness....I must die." He said softly, before buttoning his shirt again. He looked towards Jessica now, his purple eyes bearing more sorrow than Kaya had anger in the glare she had shot MetalSeadramon such a short time ago. "I...I don't know who the Blaise is....but from the way you describe him...he sounds like such a despicable person...." He said, as he slowly walked past them. "I suppose you have more than enough reason to call me what you did....in my own ways, I agree with you...Regret seems to follow me wherever I go...." He said softly, as he continued down the hallway, in the same direction he had been traveling, without another word to Joe or Jessica.

"Just like Buckley's." Draco said to himself, making sure no one else heard him.

Draco felt the effects almost instantly, his arm felt better, even the joint in his right wasn't hurting as much as normal. "I need to learn how to make that." he said as the Wizardmon spoke to the Gatomon. This would be interesting, he just hoped Chaos didn't get into any trouble. He was normally good...

Draco untied his bandages, stretching his newly healed arm. He returned his injured Agumon to his digivice, luckily digivices heal digimon inside of them slowly. He headed out to follow the Gatomon down the hall.

((Oh you did, Jessica just didn't care, she´s upset so she ran and Joe went after her))

Richter was surprised to see his entrance blocked, and now only presented with two doors to enter. Without really caring, he took the hospital hallway, seeing as he didn't remember which direction Joe or Jessica went. Upon entering the hospital, he noticed hundreds of beds, horizontally aligned in perfect order. He just stood there, looking down the hallways at the injured digimon.....such things mattered a lot to him, and he turned his head away in pain, remembering watching Nagato scream in agony as his parents were lifted onto the same beds he was looking at now.

(Then reply to my post, saying that you saw me.)

Richter took the punch to the face silently, and didn't change his stance, just letting his face swing backwards from the impact. He turned his head, and looked back at Draco. The grieving, sorrow filled expression on his face alone may have just silenced any hatred Draco had, but the silence following it sealed the deal.