Hello everyone. It's been quite some time since I last uploaded something to this site. Please forgive me if my writing skills have deteriorated and such. It's been a while.

I hope you enjoy. Though let it be known that just because one chapter of this story is written in a certain way it doesn't necessarily mean that the entire story will be written in the same manner. I do plan on writing most of this story in third person as a narrator's point of view. I just wanted to write this first chapter in Yamato's view just to establish some aspects of the story. I may do this periodically for other characters to give greater insight into what said characters are thinking and whatnot as the story continues.

Also let it be known that some chapters might be out of order and I might do flashback chapters to flesh out the characters back story a bit more. Think of it kind of like One Upon a Time's way of storytelling.

Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon or any of it's wonderful characters.

I remember. On that day it was raining. I remember walking down the streets of Tokyo, my dark blue umbrella clenched in my hand, trying to keep me dry as the rain pounded me from above. I remember thinking that the wind was trying to rip my umbrella from my hand by any means necessary, like it was a toy and the wind was an angry toddler. I also remember how sore I was from work that day. But the thing I remember most about that day was him...

Come to think about it, if I hadn't have taken a shortcut through that alley in an effort to get home faster, I probably would have never have met Taichi Yagami. There he was just lying there in the middle of the concrete alleyway. All bruised up with shaggy brown hair, dressed in rags save for a large brown trench coat, and completely and totally unconscious. Now if anyone else would have stumbled across him in this situation I have no doubt in my mind that they would have just taken him for a homeless person drunk in the streets and just ignored him and kept walking along minding their own business. Myself on the other hand instead picked him up and took him home with me. He looked injured and I couldn't just leave him there where anyone could have found him. When I got him into my condo I layed him down on my couch, he groaned slightly which in a weird way gave me a sign of relief that I didn't just bring home a dead body.

What came next no one could have prepared me for.

When I came back from my kitchen after soaking a cloth to make my pseudo-guest more comfortable I was met with with a gaze from my couch. Half-lidded eyes looked at me from their position on the couch. He could barely lift his head and I could tell he was struggling to even keep his eyes open.
"Hey there..." I said in just a bit of a whisper, warily looking back to meet his gaze, unsure of what this person was thinking or how he would react to being talked to by a stranger in their house. He was proably really confused and looking around for answers. He didn't answer for a while. All he did was look at me with those half-lidded brown eyes. "What's your name? My name's Yamato Ishida." I said quietly again, it seemed to startle him a bit when I spoke again which caused him to jump a little which was quickly followed by a low groan of pain. He must have been through a lot given his state.

"... What happened?" he managed to get out in between more groans.

"I found you. You were unconscious in the middle of an alleyway. You were badly hurt and you seemed like you needed help so I brought you back to my place." I explained cautiously to him. I didn't want him to freak out on me and think I had abducted him or something. While in retrospect that's probably exactly what had happened. No. That's definitely what had happened. No matter how you put it, my explanation seemed really sketchy at best so I figured I may as well just tell him what happened the best I could. He took the news really well actually.

"I see..." I see. I see? That's his reaction? "Thank you for your help..." he said while trying to sit up, which was apparently extremely difficult for him seeing as he clutched his side the entire time, wincing in what seemed like a lot of pain. I tried to help him up but he just waved me off.

"I'll call an ambulance for you... wait here..." I said worriedly as I leaped up from my position on the couch, before I could go however, I felt a grasp at my elbow.

"Please don't... I'll be fine..." he said through even more pained groans. As he continued to hold onto my arm, I looked back at him. His eyes seemed to be begging for me not to call for help and that he would be fine. I slowly resolved to sitting back down on my position on the couch.

"What happened to you?" I asked him as I wiped the dirt from his forehead. He sat in silence, apparently not wanting to say. Whatever the case, we sat there for a while. "... if you aren't going to tell me anything then I have to call the doctor..." I said almost threateningly. With a shocked expression on his face the brunette boy looked at me. Another moment of silence. We looked at eachother for what seemed like forever, almost as if we'd done it before. Like we were an old married couple having a fight. Eventually though, I made a move and broke contact with his eyes, I turned and started to rise from the sofa. I began walking towards the phone but once again was stopped by the brunette stranger.

"Taichi Yagami." he said hotly from his position on the couch. I turned back to him, a bewildering look on my face. "My name...? It's Taichi Yagami." he looked away from me. From my point of view it seemed like he was blushing slightly too. But that could have been the bruise marks on his face. With a sigh and slight hesitation I sat back down and looked at him.

"Well then. It's nice to meet you Taichi Yagami..." I offered my hand to the injured brunette. With a dumbfounded look on his face he looked at my hand. Warily, he raised his arm, despite the pain it brought him and grasped his hand in mine.

"Are you always this nice to people you barely know?" he asked as we shook hands, his face getting slightly pink from embarrassment.

"Not particularly no. You just seemed like you needed help is all." I said. "Now then... is there anyone I CAN call for you?" I asked him, finally letting go of his hand.

"No... I have no one..." he answered almost immediately while looking away again.

"... Well then... you are welcome to stay here for as long as you like..." I said instantly.

"How could you trust me so easily like that? Why would you just let a complete stranger into your home like it was nothing?" he said skeptically.

"Well... you said yourself that you had nowhere to go and no one to turn to... You haven't given me an indication that you're a homicidal maniac either... so why not? Besides, you said your name was Taichi Yagami. That means we're not strangers anymore."

"... Thank you..." he said with a great exhale. He seemed somewhat comforted by my explanation as evidenced by the fact that he outright hugged me while immediately pulling back, not in embarrassment this time but in pain. Afterwards, he layed back down and we both looked at each other again. Eventually we both couldn't help ourselves and laughed together.

I know this first chapter is pretty short but please do give me a review on what you think I can do to improve upon the story. I usually write out the entire story line before uploading but I want to hear some feedback for this story to give me inspiration. A review would be much appreciated. Thank you for reading. -Leekit