To all my old readers, I really apologize for the need of this rewrite. I didn't even have the heart to write it all the way back, but to make up for this, I'll add in a few things. Please just bear with me for a while until this rewrite of this arc is over. Thank you.

To all my new readers, this story is based on a first-person view, and OCs are accepted through reviews or PMs, though some might not appear until a little later in the story.

Digimon Miracles
The Start of Miracles
Chapter 1: Monsters?

I was having the time of my life, before I was attacked by killer monsters.

Before I get to that, let me introduce myself. My name is Hiroto Kiyoshi. I am 11 years old, and I live in the Kiyoshi mansion in central Tokyo. Yes, Tokyo, as in the Tokyo in Japan. Just because I'm from Japanese heritage doesn't mean I'm not English educated, okay?

I go to a high school known as Saikou. Keep this a secret, but behind their backs, everyone calls them 'Psycho'. This probably originated from the fact that Saikou teachers enjoy giving tons of work to us students. This habit must have something to do with their motto, "We present only the best!" Yeah, the best headaches, maybe.

Everyone in Saikou is expected to either excel, or exit. And when I mean everyone, I mean everyone, teachers, students, including those with problems. Do I have problems? You can say that.

In my first week in Saikou, I accidentally gave the principal a weird haircut. The result? He hid in his office for the next two to three months waiting for his hair to grow back. It took a lot of hair-removing agent, but it was an accident, even if there was hair-removing agent involved. Another time, Saikou had organized a trip to a museum. I had the rare experience of playing dominoes with life-sized statues.

These problems may sound 'fun' to you, but let me tell you, it took a lot of detention to calm down the angry principal, and over fourteen million yen was required to fix the damage at the museum. That's about one hundred and eighty thousand dollars. I know this because I was forced to memorize this in maths class. Crazy, huh?

Now, the school was organizing another trip. This one was to the beach. It was to be on this Friday, in two days time. I was eager to go. This time, it wasn't to wreak havoc on purpose (not that the two other times were on purpose) but this time it was to relax. For once, I'd be able to kick back. For once, I'd be able to relieve all my worries. And ironically, for once, I would be unable to go due to my tuition class.

The only way out of this dilemma was through my brother, Rinji, who was 'man of the house'. He and his twin, Mai, are 'lord and lady of the house' as my parents are usually out. They return late at night, probably around midnight, and leave for work again early in the morning, sometime around sunrise. Therefore, I seldom meet them unless it's a special occasion, like a festival, or a party.

Now, all of you might think that having a brother or sister manage the house would be nice. Well, it's not. In fact, it's pure torture. I have to do every single thing they say, and since they side with my twin, Yuki, who mostly hates me, most of the chores I have to do are not pretty, or easy.

I got down at the nearest bus stop and walked five minutes to my house. Or you could call it a mansion. There were four floors – ground floor, second floor, third floor, and the attic. Even the attic was comfortable to live in, as we often clean it. Let me rephrase that. I often clean it. My brother and sisters probably don't even know this fact.

I opened the heavy ten feet tall gates. There was a garden between the gate and the house itself, with a cemented pathway as a means of getting to the mansion. Along the cemented path were rows of flowers. Even though I've been staying here for most of my life, I could only name some of them. There were roses, hibiscus, sunflowers, and more.

I open the front door and tried sneaking up to my room when I spotted someone at the kitchen. My twin sister, Yuki, was sitting at the dining table, eating her lunch. Her long brown hair was flowing down her back, and she was wearing a pink shirt with a short dark blue skirt. The sunlight glistened off her pale skin. Many people complimented that my sister's strikingly beautiful, but there wasn't anything special about her in my eye.

She was taking a small portion of my lunch, which got me a little irritated. Okay, a lot irritated, but that was just because she took an extremely huge portion. About nine tenths of my plate. What happened to her so-called 'flawless diet plan'? She shouldn't talk the walk if she couldn't walk the talk.

I considered edging around the mansion to get to the back door. I would rather cross a narrow gap filled with thorns and bushes than confront my annoying sister. To all those people who think that having a twin sister is wonderful, take it back. But not all are bad, so keep wishing for a twin sister. Just not one like mine. You'll soon see how bad she is.

Before I could step out of the door, she called "Hiroto!"

I knew my day had just become ten times worse. "Yes?" I asked politely, knowing fully well that Yuki was the favourite of my brother and sister. I didn't know why, but they were pretty much just caring about Yuki. Me? You can just forget about it.

"Grab me some coke, my steak is too dry," she complained.

"First of all, it's my steak, and second, the soda refrigerator isn't more than two feet away from you. Go get it yourself," I retorted. I was kind of in a hurry, so I wasn't exactly in the best of moods. Besides, she took my steak and asked me to serve her. What did I look like, a waiter? Don't answer that. "And what happened to you and your diet? You're literally digesting a whole cow."

"Hiroto, just do it," a voice came from behind me.

I'd recognize that voice anywhere. My elder sister, Mai, came up behind me. Her brown hair flowed down her back like Yuki's, and her green eyes looked intimidating as they stared right into mine. She had on a white shirt underneath a blue jacket as well as a pair of blue jeans. Her blue-styled tennis shoes showed that she was on her way to play some tennis with her friends.

I sighed in despair. Was anyone in this house ever on my side? I walked towards the refrigerator, and passed the soda to Yuki. And even though I had done what I was supposed to do, Mai went on to give me a twenty-minute lecture on relationships and kindness. Like she knew anything about those values. She hardly ever treats me like anything more than dirt, and that's when she's happy. At the end of her lecture, she said ,"Go to your room."

I slumped up the stairs. I saw Rinji, my older brother, sitting in his study room, working on some sort of school project. On normal occasions, I would just pass his study and walk to my room, put down my bag, shut the door, and emo there all day. On other occasions, I'd spend some time with my friends, which did not (and hopefully never will) include Yuki.

But this time it was different. This time I really wanted to go on that field trip.. I mean, outing. My friends had already guaranteed that they'd be going, so I'd feel bad if I were left out. The last time I officially enjoyed myself was two months ago at a McDonald branch of lunch. We went out shopping later, but since it was mostly window-shopping, I didn't get any souvenirs to clearly remember it by.

I confronted Rinji and mustered up all the courage I could find, which wasn't much. "Brother," I said.

He had spiky brown hair, and he was very friendly, but just not to me. Like Mai, he wore a blue jacket over his white shirt. His jeans were dark blue in colour, and he had black shoes on. The type he usually wore when we went for soccer practice. Yes, we, not he. I was nominated the captain by my teammates, but Rinji was chosen as the coach by our school. So, even though he's dead-strict and mean, there was nothing we could do.

"What?" he asked, giving me a nice smile, but it was half-hearted. He was probably forcing it, anyway.

"My school has this trip to the beach, and I was wondering if I could-" Rinji cut me off before I had the chance to finish.

"No."

See? He's friendly. He listened to my request before shutting me down. Usually he'd tell me to go away and leave him alone. Just then, I heard footsteps and I hurried to my room. If it was Mai, she'd tell my head off for disturbing Rinji. If it were Yuki, she'd tell Mai, who'd tell my head off. I shut the door and lay on the bed thinking, unaware that the heavy bag was making my back feel uncomfortable.

"Rinji!" Oh, so it was Yuki who was coming up the stairs. "My class is having this big beach outing, can I go?"

"Sure," Rinji said cheerfully, almost as if he were happy for her. Well, why wouldn't he be? But why didn't I get that type of attention?

That night, I considered my available options. And I realized that there was only one way I could get on that outing. Sweet-talking would fail, one hundred percent, as I didn't like curry flavouring people to get what I wanted. Force might work, but my brother was a pretty buff athlete with quite a number of gold medals. The only solution – I had to escape my tuition class. Sure, Rinji will fly off the handle, but that happens every day.

The two days passed quickly. Wednesday, and Thursday. I went through the same routine every day. Go to school, complete assignments, go home, do something for Yuki, get scolded by Mai, go out for soccer practices (in the garden, not outside, since Rinji forbade me from hanging out with the team until weekends), eat dinner, and go to sleep.

When school ended on Friday, I was literally jumping with excitement. I was supposed to go for my English tuition, yes, but the outing was more important. I met up with my friends, Lance, Yuna, Dylan, and Minnie at the bus stop. They were already chatting away happily when I got there, wishing that the outing was for more than one day. Then, Lance spotted me and welcomed me.

Lance was a very friendly guy, and no matter who he came across, he could easily befriend them. He had black hair that curved slightly away from his forehead, showing off his black eyes. He wore a white shirt underneath a light blue half-zipped sleeveless jacket. He also wore gray jeans with matching grayish white sneakers.

Yuna had her black hair tied up into a ponytail in the back, while a bang framed the right side of her face. She wore a blue shirt with the words Lovely Gal imprinted in pinkish red colour on the front. She also wore light blue jeans and blue-themed sneakers. Blue is her favourite colour, believe me, I know. It's been her lucky colour ever since Grade 1, or so she claimed.

Dylan had messy light brown hair. He wore a white shirt with a red collar, and dark-blue-almost-black pants that reached slightly beneath his knees. His shirt was tucked out, giving him a more 'cool' look. I could tell he came through the muddy shortcut from the school for who-knows-why, because his favourite white sneakers were splattered with wet sticky mud.

Minnie, like Yuna, also had her short black hair tied up. She wore a pink shirt with a glittery flower design on it, and she wore light blue jeans and pink sneakers. Pink here and there. Believe it or not, Minnie and Dylan weren't exactly good friends, but I managed to help them settle their differences and at least stop quarreling At least when I was around. Don't ask me what happened when I left, though.

"Hey there, Hiroto!" Lance called out.

"I almost thought you weren't coming," Minnie said.

"Considering your brother's..." Dylan's voice trailed off. I knew he held his tongue so he wouldn't hurt my feelings. My brother was pretty rough. "Well, the important thing is you're here."

"Well, red-head, did you even get his permission?" Yuna teased. She knew more than any outsider that my brother was strict considering she... never mind.

"No," I replied blankly.

We joked a little longer before the bus pulled up to a stop beside us. The students lined up and entered, followed by a few teachers. We didn't have to show them any forms or applications, as they expected us to be totally honest in front of our family. You know, for adults, they're quite gullible.

The journey to the beach took about an hour on the bus. I was lucky school was specially scheduled to end at ten o'clock today, otherwise we'd have no time to enjoy ourselves. I sat by the window watching the scenery, with Lance sitting beside me. He was reading some sort of fantasy book, but I was too excited (and a little nervous, but let's leave it at 'excited') to notice.

Yuna was munching on some biscuits to satisfy her hunger in the seat in front of me. Minnie, sitting next to Yuna, often adjusted her hair in the mirror as though it was never perfect enough. Dylan, the only one sitting at the other side of the bus, was reading some books on computerized items. I noticed my sister, Yuki, shooting angry looks at me from the first few front seats, but I didn't let that bother me. I was not going to be intimidated by my sister this time.

We got off the bus at around eleven to twelve o'clock at a resort. The beach was okay, I guess. At least it wasn't polluted. Before I knew it, over half the students were already dressed up in swimsuits and running down the beach. Some girls were watching a guy surfing on the waves, purposely asking for attention. Others were building sandcastles so large you'd think it was for a royal hamster.

"You are so dead, Hiroto," Yuki told me as soon as she caught up with me, but I didn't mind. When was I never dead at home?

"Yeah, whatever," I shrugged. "Now please don't disturb my free time."

As she left, I felt something fly towards my head. I turned and, to my surprise, found that it was a soccer ball. I somersaulted backwards and spun my body on my hands, kicking the ball away with my right leg. Yeah, I could do stuff like that. Did I also mention that I was part of the school's official soccer team? Oh, right, I did. Sorry.

The ball flew back to its owner, Lance, who was smiling in delight. "You want to go another round?"

Behind him were Dylan, Yuna and Minnie, who were giving me looks like they expected me to have improved a whole lot. Lance, Dylan, Yuna and Minnie were also in my soccer team. It's hard to believe, but it's true. Lance was a midfielder, Minnie was a defender, Dylan was a goalkeeper and Yuna was a striker along with me. And since I was usually cooped up at home, Lance was the co-captain of the team.

We stopped for lunch at around one o'clock at the hotel. Lance and I grabbed some cheeseburgers, Dylan took a sandwich, while Yuna and Minnie shared a set of fried chicken wings. Even though I usually eat this food, I have to admit the food at this hotel was much better. After that, we got back to having fun, as we were all aware this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

We were enjoying ourselves as we went a few more rounds before we heard screams coming from the ocean. People were running here and there, trying to get away from the water as quick as possible. It took me a few moments to realize why. There was a whirlpool swirling madly not too far from the coast, which was practically impossible. There was also a small girl struggling to get out of the waters, clawing at the sand.

I rushed to help at once. I dived in and got the surprise of my life. The one pulling her wasn't the current of the waves, but a monster. I said 'monster' because it didn't fit the description of any animal I knew about, and trust me, I know a lot of animals. I had to memorize it from an encyclopedia in science class, and it was not easy.

The thing had yellow scaly skin with orange fur on its back. It crept on all fours, using its fanged mouth to try and pull the girl into the ocean. Its teeth must not have been so sharp as the girl's leg wasn't bleeding. It had a row of spikes going down its back, and its webbed-feet seemed to be able to grasp the sand pretty well.

I kicked the monster in the face without thinking. The girl went rolling up the beach, but she got up and ran for her life. Me? I was engaged in a battle with a freakish monster. I didn't know how I could stand underwater with the beach being so shallow, when I noticed that the whirlpool was pulling us closer to the depths of the ocean. I swam all the way up and realized with a start that I was already twenty feet from the beach.

I struggled to get free, but the monster bit my leg (it didn't hurt, but it did feel annoying) and dragged me deeper. I was no match for its webbed-feet, which worked much better underwater than my hands did. No matter where I clawed at, I found that I was still going down. My vision started to go fuzzy, and I knew that my oxygen would run out anytime soon.

With luck, I managed to nail the creature in the eye with my free foot, and I swam up to the surface. I took a deep breath of air as soon as I could, and swam as fast as I could back to the beach. There were no students watching anymore, as though they'd all ran inside for rest. I ran up the sandy beach when I stopped in my tracks. Call me a lunatic, but I could've sworn something in my brain was telling me not to run.

I looked back and saw the monster slowly stepping up from the water, approaching slowly on all fours. It crushed a surfboard under its foot, breaking it in two easily. Why I wasn't running, I didn't know, as I could easily tell that, if this creature didn't scratch me or bite me to death, he'd certainly be able to simply crush me or suffocate me to death.

The monster leapt at me, looking at me like I was his first ever meal in a thousand years. It curved into a ball and rolled towards me. I only had enough time to jump to one side, saving my vital organs but leaving a minor cut on my right arm. It was a miracle I even had time to evade the hit, seeing as the speed it came at me from was probably more than 70 kilometres per hour.

I tried formulating a plan while continuously dodging those razor sharp blades. There was still some food left behind by the tourists and students. Maybe I could lure it into a trap, and, I don't know, run? But if the monster was only looking for food, it wouldn't have kept chasing me all around the beach, now would it? I was running out of time, as the monster seemed to be better at aiming with every attempt.

"Hey, there you are!" a voice suddenly said from behind me. It was a cute voice, something like... sorry, I'm feeling too disturbed right now to think of a way to describe it. Maybe it's because I'm trying to run for my life?

I turned backwards and saw a blue creature falling from the sky, creating a small crater as he landed in the sand. The lower part of its face and front part of its body was white, whereas the rest of its body was blue. It had two crooked and pointed ears. There was a small yellow 'V' sign on its forehead, as well as a single yellow tear-shaped mark on each of its cheeks. Its hands were balled up into fists, and its legs had claws that could've shredded iron like tissues.

"I've been looking all over for you!" the blue monster said.

"What?" was the only reply I had the courage to say. There were two monsters surrounding me, and my only thought now was whether I'd be eaten by the yellow sea monster, or the blue sky monster. Kind of a hard decision, huh?

Once more, the sea monster rolled towards me. Then the blue one did something insane. It jumped in from the side and smacked it, redirecting it into a sandcastle. The sea monster struggled to get out, but water and sand do form pretty strong mud around these parts. I guess those useless hamster-sized castles came in useful after all.

"Calm down!" the blue monster said. "I won't hurt you!"

Yeah right, that's what most bullies say before they pound you into oblivion. Trust me, I speak from experience.

Suddenly, the sea creature broke free from its sandy prison and smacked into the blue one. As freaked out as I was now, I would rather get hit than let it hit someone, or something, that had saved my life. I don't know why, but I was starting to trust the blue monster. I guess it must've been the fact that it didn't try to annihilate me on the spot like the other one?

I grabbed one of the spikes and pulled it up. I swung it round and round before letting it go, throwing it into the sky. My little blue friend recovered quickly and bounced into the sky, hot on the sea monster's tail. It unleashed fury with its rapid punches and the resulting shock wave sent both monsters flying – the sea monster towards the ocean and the sky monster towards the beach.

I must've been bonkers, as I had the chance to run, yet I went to check on my blue little friend.

"You okay?" I asked.

He looked dazed, lying in the middle of a deep sand crater. "I... like... chocolate..." he said randomly. His eyes were still swirling like he'd been on a ridiculous roller coaster ride.

"Coming from a weirdo like you, I guess that's going to be a yes," I said.

The sea monster came charging at me again, but then a sudden nerve in me tingled. It was like a reaction or a nerve was trying to take command. Though my life was at an edge, I let it take over. Then, something bizarre happened to me. I grabbed the sky monster's hand and used it as a bat to smack the sea monster. The sky monster then kicked the sea monster in the face before launching me at it.

I thought I was a goner, but I managed to catch the sea monster in midair, placing the force and momentum from my boosted flight into a single super-punch. Then, I grabbed onto its spike and spun it around, before letting it go. The last I saw of it, it was sailing through the sky like an out-of-control plane. And, somehow, I'd landed safely on my two feet.

I fell down on the sand hard on my butt, still freaked out at what had just happened. The blue monster did the same thing, but he probably did it out of fatigue instead.

"Sure is tough being a digidestined, huh?" it asked me. I was taken aback. A digidestined? What in the world was that? I was about to ask it when it clamped a hand over its mouth. "Whoops, can you do me a favour and forget that last part?"

"Why don't I just forget about you? That'd be much easier," I know that wasn't the right thing to do, but still, my mind was racing with questions. What are you? What's your name? What do they call you? Do you know who attacked me? Where did you come from? How did you get here? What did you want? But I just kept silent.

"You can't just forget about me, because we're destined to be together," the creature said. Then, he got up. "My name is Veemon."

I got up as well, getting to the part of introducing myself, when he head butted me on the forehead. You should've felt it. Correction, you shouldn't have felt it. It was like metal, it was like diamond, it was harder than the hardest material you could ever think of with the hardest brain around. Okay, I've officially overused the word 'hard' now, haven't I?

"What was that for? I retorted in anger, rubbing my painful forehead.

"That's how we say hello from where I come from," he explained. He was about to do that again when I stopped his head with my fist. Big mistake. Now my fist was also as numb as my head was dizzy.

"Oh no, you're in my world now, and this is how we say hello," I said as I extended my painless hand. He must not have gotten what I meant, as he head butted my hand instead. Great, now both my hands were in big pain. I was definitely going to have ugly handiwork for the next week or so. "No, you shake it, not head butt it," I said.

He took my hand with both hands and then shook my hand with all his might. If I weren't any stronger, my hand would've been ripped off and my eyeballs would've popped out of my head. "This is a weird way of saying hello, but it's fun!" Veemon said. He kept shaking my hand until I felt me bones tearing off.

"No! You do it lightly," I said. "This is going to take a lot of work." Then my mind floated back to the term 'digidestined', and my curiosity peaked my pain. "You were saying something about digidestined just now."

"Oh, right. Well, you're a digidestined."

"I got that part already," I replied, rubbing my arm.

"And you're called that because you've been destined by one of the great powers of the digital world to be with a digimon," Veemon explained. I was slowly catching up, which was abnormal as I usually understood things faster than anyone.

I just nodded my head as Veemon explained several other things to me, like what the digital world was, what a digidestined should do (save the digital world and the real world, though I was clueless at how I was supposed to do that), what digimon were (digital beings from the digital world), and what the digimon that had just attacked me was called (Gizamon).

Little did I know that my life had just taken a sharp turn towards danger.

How was that? I know it's a little longer than my previous story, so I hope that, by doing so, I didn't increase the number of mistakes in this chapter. Please read and review to tell me what you thought of it. Thank you.

Name: Hiroto Kiyoshi
Age: 11
Appearance: Red hair with a single strand streaking through his face, blue eyes, pale-skinned, black shirt under an orange jacket, gray jeans, and white sneakers.
Personality: Is sometimes boring to hang out with due to him having a difficult life, but is cheerful and fun to hang around with if you know him well. Always considers the options before jumping into a fight, unless lives are at stake.
History: Hiroto is called the 'prodigy of the new generation' at the age of four. Then, when he was eight, his brother and sisters probably shunned him for this reason. Therefore, he treats his friends better than he does his brother and sisters. Hiroto comes from a wealthy family, but never shows off unlike his twin sister, Yuki.
Likes: Studies, Sports, People who aren't self-centered
Dislikes: Rinji, Mai, Yuki, Housework
Pros: Studies, Soccer, Strategizing
Cons: Cooking

Digimon Partner: Veemon
Personality: A little goofy and clumsy. Quite hard-headed, both literally and figuratively. Loves playing games that relate to hard heads.
Likes: Chocolate, Games that include literal banging of heads
Dislikes: Mostly bitter stuff

If any of you find any mistakes, grammar-wise or vocabulary-wise, or even plot line-wise, then please tell me. It'll save me the trouble of making yet another rewrite, and it'll save all of you the trouble of reading another rewrite. So, once again, please read and review.