Disclaimer: Hoyo! How you all doing? I have an awesome fanfic in store for you. I hope you're ready for this...I hope I am, too. By the way, my friend who writes and reads Japanese told me you could spell Izzy's name 'Koushirou' or 'Koushiro', only there's a stress mark on the last 'o'. He even wrote it out for me in characters. He says usually Japanese people will chose the second way because it's shorter, seriously, it is. And it looks better, too. But I decided to make it Koushirou…I don't know why.

I do not own Digimon. I refuse to do this again.

Chapter One

The Key

She woke up as if she had never fallen asleep. Her whole body trembled beneath the blankets. Today was the day. The best day, the most awesome day, the most beautiful day of her life...

…and it was only four 'o' clock in the morning? She sighed sadly. She'd still have to wait longer. Maybe she'd fall back to sleep.

But she didn't.

Once again, her thoughts drifted away to that lovely state of mind she loved to go. That place where all her dreams came true; where she was all grown-up and fighting alongside her hero.

Nobody knew her blasphemous secret.

She tossed restlessly and stared at her nightstand drawer. She reached forward and searched the cluttered drawer before she found it. She sighed happily and held it close to her chest.

"One day...I'll make you proud of me, my hero." she whispered in a high, girlish voice.

She hid away the photograph, her good-luck charm, and tossed and turned on her bed once more. Dreams she had been dreaming for so many years invaded her slumber.

"How can you sleep in now? Of all days?" demanded the high, girlish voice.

Two pairs of eyes opened sluggishly to meet indignant brown ones. One of the adults, attached to one of the pairs of sleepy eyes, groaned.

"It's only eight 'o' clock, kid. Go back to sleep." The grown-ups in bed fell back onto their fluffy pillows. Her little face frowned.

She walked out of the room. She patted the hungry, sleepy Gekomon on the head and caught Numemon deftly as he jumped down from his perch on the fridge.

"Don't worry. I'm up at a decent hour." the little girl sniffed.

She fed her parents' Digimon absentmindedly and shuffled to her room in a dreamlike haze. She pulled out her favorite outfit and ran to the shower. Today, she'd scrub until she shined brighter than a Meramon!

She twisted and turned before her body-length mirror- bigger than herself. Her brown chin-length hair was cut just below her chin. Two barrettes held back her bangs on the right side. Large brown eyes frowned worriedly back at her. Her dark jeans had a large 'DigiPartner' patch on the side of her left thigh. A T-shirt with 'Agumon Lover' across the front hung loosely on her skinny, eight-year-old frame.

"Let's go!" She rushed out of her bedroom at her mother's command. She stopped only to shove her feet in blue-lined, purple sneakers with lightning bolts.

She watched with new eyes as tall buildings flew by her little car. Today was her eighth birthday, and like everybody else when they turned eight, she was getting her first Digimon! On a person's eighth birthday, they'd go to a special temple. The temples were the only place where you could get a Digimon. Every town had one. There, the eight-year-old would meet a mysterious being called by all the Digital Deity, or DigiDeity. The DigiDeity would judge you and see if you were ready to handle a digimon partner. If you failed the first time you go back every birthday until you turn twelve. If you're twelve and still don't earn a digimon, you don't get one. That had never happen, though.

She, however, will get a digimon today. Ever since she had opened her eyes when she was born, she loved digimon. She loved them more than her dad and mom. She could say a digimon's name before she could say 'momma' or 'papa'. Only one person was more important than digimon. Her hero. But her hero was dead. And had been dead for a long time. Because of her hero and eleven others, everyone had a digimon and forever would. Her hero, the Chosen Child.

Taichi Yagami- WarGreymon

Yamato Ishiida- MetalGarurumon

Koushirou Izumi- MegaKabuterimon

Sora Takenouchi- Garudamon

Mimi Tachikawa- Lillymon

Jyou Kido- Zudomon

Takeru Takaishi- MagnaAngemon

Hikari Yagami- Angewomon

Daisuke Motomiya- ExVeemon

Iori Hida- Anklymon

Miyako Inoue- Anquillamon

Ken Ichijouji- Stingmon

The legendary Chosen Children and their awesome partners. More than anything she wanted to be a Chosen Child and travel to the Digital World and fight to save both worlds from evil. More than anything she wanted to leave the human world and find a way to meet her hero face to face. Her hero, however, died sixty-three years ago today. All twelve did.

An evil from another world invaded the Human World and tried to make all humans and their partners his slaves. The Chosen Children with Crests, and the two without, fought against Igihur Lowvell, a supreme ruler of his world. They defeated him and his army of alien beings after nearly a year of fighting.

Sadly, their partners were seriously wounded and died in battle. The Digital Deity offered them two choices: live without your digimon or die with them. Grief-stricken and half-soulless, they died to be with their partners. When they died, their bodies disappeared, as did their partners'. Strangely, the Chosen Children's digimon disappeared as well...not only their own but every one. No one could ever have an Agumon, Gabumon, Tentomon, etc., etc. They completely disappeared.

Coming back to earth as her parents parked, the little girl was amazed to see tears streaking down her cheeks in her car window reflection. She gave herself a wavering half-smile. She always cried when she heard or thought about the Great Battle. After the Chosen Children died, everybody shed the title of Chosen Children and assumed the title of DigiPartners.

She stepped out of the car and walked towards the humongous, it seemed to her, temple. The stairs stretched on above her for what seemed like forever. Here she'd get her digimon. The digimon partner she really wanted she would never have. Nobody has ever had a Chosen Child's digimon, but she knew her partner was waiting for her. Just as she awaited her partner...and a destiny almost tangible. Around her, structures that stood empty all year 'round until today were filling up and getting ready. The Festival, today only, she would have to miss.

"Get going. We can't wait forever, you know." snapped her mother. Numemon nodded vigorously at his partner's words.

Last time I feed your slimy butt. She thought without real venom.

She climbed up the steps and was surprised to find herself at the top sooner than she expected. She was still really tired, though. She stumbled into the cool sanctuary. Light erupted around her, but she was too tired to let out any noise.

"The Key has arrived. Hello, child, I have been waiting for you. For sixty-three years."

Her eyes widened.