I have so many more ideas for my Digimon stories.
I've got to get working.
FYI THIS IS NOT A YAOI FIC. NO YAMATERU. THANK YOU AND ENJOY.

(Matt's POV)

I returned home, tired from my last mission. I went straight to my room and lied down on the bed. I closed my eyes, but no sleep came; only a voice that spoke a threat.

"Do as I say and I will spare their lives." he said. I sat up and listened, agreeing to cooperate.

"Go to the site of the fallen demon lord." the voice said. "I will meet you there."

I stood from the bed and brought out my pistol. SInce their lives were on the line, I couldn't bring it along. I left it in the bottom drawer of my dresser and left empty-handed.

(T.K.'s POV)

After our last trip to the Digital World, I came home completely worn out. Mom asked how it went, whether I had any broken bones or not and if I wanted something to eat. I told her that it ws another strange experience, I only had a couple bruises and that I wasn't that hungry. I went to my room and flopped down on my bed. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but the image of Matt, all broken and bloody, appeared in my mind and prevented me from sleeping. I stood up and started pacing, wondering why Matt would insist on getting hurt for our sake. As I ran through all the possible answers for why, the memory of the attack replayed in my mind.

We were all staying in Toy Town, hoping things would remain peaceful. Then the demons found us and attacked. They destroyed most of Toy Town looking for us, so we had to leave in order for them not to level it completely.

While we were still on the run, Matt pulled out a gun so he could distract them while we kept running. WE found a small cabin in the forest and decided to hide there for the while. After about an hour, there was a knock at the door. Tai hesitated, but went to answer it.

When he opened it, Matt, my older brother, stumbled in, covered in blood and limping. We were all about to rush to his aid when he asked to be alone. As I watched my wounded brother go out the back door, I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. I chose instead of staying, to go after him.

With the limp in his left leg, he was easy to follow. He stopped at a natural hot spring. He took off all his clothes and tossed them into the water. Then he went in himself. He dove underwater for a few seconds and came back up to thoroughly wash out his wounds.

After all the blood was washed away, I saw about twenty scars on Matt's back alone. There was one particular scar on the back of his right shoulder that scared me the most. It was probably the size of an apple, but I couldn't tell. It was different from the rest, being blood red, as if it constantly reopened. The reason it scared me was that it reopened on its own... and something came out. It was long and thin and as red as blood. I think it was a snake of some kind, but either way, it scared me.

The snake slithered out of Matt's shoulder and coiled itself around Matt's right arm. It made a weird trilling sound and dove into the water. After a few minutes, it came back up and seemed to snuggle up to Matt. Matt patted its head and it slithered back into Matt's shoulder.

After Matt washed the blood off his clothes, he wrung them out and hung them to dry. As he did so, I tried to count how many scars he had on his body; I lost count at forty.

He took out a bottle of lotion and sat down on the grass in his boxers (the only piece of clothing that wasn't torn). I saw that as he rubbed the lotion on his arms, the scars on his arms seemed to vanish. He continued to rub it on until all his scars were gone, then he stood up and put on his torn up clothes. I noticed that he was heading back to the cabin, so I ran as fast as I could to beat him there.

I didn't tell any of the other what I saw. I just couldn't. I would be turning against my own brother if I did, and I wouldn't have that.

I stopped pacing and flopped back down on my bed. I buried my face into my pillow and groaned in annoyance. I had to tell someone what I saw, but who? As I ran through a list of people I could tell, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was half past midnight. Fully awake now, I tip-toed past my mom's room, slipped on my shoes and headed outside. I didn't know why I chose to take a walk after midnight, but I felt like I had to.

I wandered around town for what felt like hours, but when I looked at my cell phone, only a few minutes had gone by.

I finally stopped when I came to the graveyard. There was something there; I could feel it, so I wandered inside.

The graveyard was really creepy, it being midnight and all, so I took every step with caution. The full moon in the cloudless night sky illuminated the grave stones around me. I stopped when I passed one of the graves. There was someone - or something - there.

"Who's there?" I asked. "Come on out. I know you're there."

A small girl stepped out from behind the grave. She wore all white clothes that glowed with the light of the moon, her jet black hair tied up in long pigtails swayed with the midnight breeze. She smiled at me and spoke.

"Hello again, Takeru." she said. "It's been a long time."

I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't want to know, but I knew right then and there, that there was no going back now.

*SIGH* mysteries within one member of a family, oh where will this take us?
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