Dragonsatu

When I was younger, I saw things in black and white.  White was justice and salvation; black, destruction and injustice.  I was the white; my father was the black.  I swore that I would bring justice, bring light, bring white to the enemy black king, the one who had my mother killed, the one who had my sister crippled and, as a result, blinded.  The King of Justice... a befitting title for myself, I thought.  Suzaku-kun agreed; he hated Britannia as much as I.  After all, they, led by my father, had taken over his home country of Japan and dubbed it "Area 11."  Our ambitions were the same, our motives different.  But that part didn't matter,

"You...you what?!!" Tohma looked unperturbed as he continued to tap away at the DigiWindow's keyboard, not even looking at the now-enraged Sakura.  "I told Satsuma-taichou to allow me to take over your sector for the next few days." "Why?!!"  Sakura slammed her hand down on the desk, causing the pair of dog Digimon sitting there to jump in surprise.  "Why would you do that?!" "Because you're obviously incapable of handling an assignment on your own," the blonde-haired young man answered cooly, turning his head finally to meet the girl's angered gaze. "That was an accident!  I was distracted!"  Sakura was at the point of yelling now, her v