Note: I decided that instead of writing a sequel, I would tack on several chapters about the feelings of everyone when Takato was killed by Beelzebumon. Be warned of some sappy content. This chap is on Rika's POV.

Now...onto the story!

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Rika watched sternly as Megidramon curled upwards, falling down on the ground with a thunderous crash. She lost her balance and went flying off of her feet, landing in a heap near a crack in the surface of the digital world that Megidramon had caused.

Not even Renamon was as strong as this digimon. When she had just met Renamon, she had wanted her to be strong. Strong enough to level a whole city. Strong enough to prove that she was the best tamer there was. But she'd be damned if she let Renamon turn into a monster like this.

Rika saw Takato hunched over near Megidramon, crying softly. She could feel his pain. She knew what it felt like to know that your digimon is a cold hearted killer. She knew because...she had turned Renamon into that once. She never wanted to see that happen to anyone ever again. It was horrible.

She knew what Takato was feeling now.

She gasped when she saw him stand up. She could see a glimpse of blazing fire through his eyes. There was an anger down there that she had never seen before in Takato. He was being controlled by his own rage, not by his own feelings. There was no stopping him. And he was going after Beelzebumon. There was no turning back.

He was running at Beelzebumon, his fists clenched tightly. He was screaming something through his tears, but Rika could not make it out. Even the cold-hearted Rika's face softened when she saw the look in Takato's eyes. She could see right through him. On the outside, he was blazing mad. He was screaming full of fury, anger and rage evident all over him. She could practically see pieces of heat singing off of him.

But on the inside...

There was a scared little boy, lost and alone with Guillmon. He was so angry about losing Guillmon, that he had turned that anger on himself, not at Beelzebumon. And now he was going to get rid of that anger by using it on Beelzebumon. Rika had never seen the look in his eyes before. She would have thought that Beelzebumon would want to run away just by looking at the rage in him.

But he didn't.

Beelzebumon had shot Takato. Takato had stopped dead, breath coming in odd, ragged gasps. He was on his knees, hands on the ground to support his balance. Blood dripped on the floor. Gore was everywhere. It was so gross that even Renamom looked away. Tears were still running down Takato's cheeks. But what she saw next surprised her more then anything in her whole life.

Takato got back up.

He was fueled by his vengeance. He was taking his anger, and converting it to his energy. He was ignoring the pain to himself. He was consumed with the desire to kill Beelzebumon. He was going to make sure it happened. Beelzebumon himself stared on. Surprise was evident on his face. Maybe this human was a little bit stronger then he had thought.

Nevertheless, he aimed his guns again, this time to finish off Takato for good. Beelzebumon had a superior glint in his eye as Takato rushed towards him with all of the strength he could muster. He pulled the triggers a second time.

Takato stopped dead in his sprint, flying backwards and landing hard on his back. Everyone began shouting at once. Beelzebumon was still smiling to himself, glancing at everyone's horror at what he had just done to Takato. Even the digimon were screaming. Everyone except Susie knew what was going to happen. Susie was still crying.

Everyone except her was rushing forward, eager to be the first one to get a hit on Beelzebumon. Eager to be the first one to draw blood. Beelzebumon was going to die soon. She could feel it. She was hungry for revenge. She vowed that Takato's death would not be in vain.

"YOU BASTARD! I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU FEEL EVERY BIT OF PAIN TAKATO HAS RIGHT NOW!!" Rika screamed in her rage, trying to sprint faster at him.

Beelzebumon noticed a sort of look on them that he had never seen before. They were not going to lose this time. They had no strategy in mind, just brute force. They were going to kill him.

Beelzebumon looked...afraid.

Rika would have gasped at his expression. Even this cold-hearted murderer was afraid of them? Well she might as well give him a good reason to. Just as she reached him, her fist shot out. But he was no longer there. He had disappeared.

She ignored that, kneeling down by Takato, trying to check on his condition. Her hand splashed in a puddle of something thick. She looked down and saw that it was covered in a coat of sticky wet blood. Takato's blood. Why hadn't she protected Takato when she had the chance? She could have stopped him. she could have punched him and knocked him out and dragged his unconscious ass back to them to keep him from being killed by Beelzebumon.

But he was going to die. And it was partially her fault.

Takato's blood surrounded her in a pool. It crawled, oozing up and soaking her pants.

She leaned down near Takato and cried softly. Rika, the mightiest tamer and most cold-hearted person of all time, had been reduced to a little girl crying her heart out.

Her tears silently dripped onto Takato's shirt, staining the blood red of it. The shirt had once been blue. Takato would never be hear again. He would never have talked to Rika again. He would never be that stupid gogglehead he had always been. He would never laugh, cry, or be optimistic.

Her tears rained down on Takato's shirt.

Takato would never feel them.

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