First ever digimon fanfic...

DISCLAIMER:::

Izzy's hair's RED, Tai's shirt is BLUE. Me no own, so you no sue. Digimon stuff is owned by digimon... dur. I made up a couple digimon, Kyuuketsukimon and Chibikyuumon, but they're ripoffs too, so... yeah.

If you don't vampires or slash, this is NOT your story.

CHAPTER ONE- TAI'S P.O.V

Matt sighed almost unnoticeably, leaned back, and chewed on his lips. I knew that look, I knew what it meant was soon to come, but I never really understood the emotion behind it. Boredom? Anger? Depression? Unease? I never really understood the small ways he expressed himself. Not really. But it always meant that he would make a decision, and usually his decisions were selfish.

I sighed, leaned back, and chewed on my lips. Don't know whether I was trying to imitate him, mock him, or display empathy with him. Either way, our bodies mirrored each other's positions on opposite sides of the tree. But that was the only reflection. Matt was on the shadier side of the tree, with the thicker limbs. He clad his thin body in darker clothes, a deep green tank top with the loose collar and the deeper blue pants. His skin, so pale it looked almost unhealthy, made his hair look like a sunrise of blonde. Something about him gave off a distinct 'Goth' vibe, though there wasn't a scrap of black on him.

One the sunny side, I sported a nice soccer tan, a mop of shiny brown hair, and the tackiest shirt in existence (blue, yellow stripes all over it). My goggles held my hair up out of my eyes, except for that one pesky lump of it that tickled my nose 24/7. Baggy brown shorts, caked in dirt and mud from our journey through the Digital World, made me look like some lost tourist.

"Tai?" Matt asked softly. His voice had a ring to it, soft and deep like church bell in the distance. I don't know whether he intended it to sound creepy or not.

"Yeah?"

"We're lost, right?" I swallowed a laugh.

"When are we not?"

"When you're not leading the group." I turned over to glare at him. Nobody, and I mean nobody, insults my leadership. He was treading on dangerous ground. There was a smirk playing on his pale lips, and I knew he was joking, but I was still angry… because he was right.

I was busy thinking of a decent retort (one that wouldn't make me look retarded, like most of my retorts lately) when Mimi flounced her way up. She wore a dark pink dress and a cowboy hat, making her look like some deranged "old western movie" lass. Even her long brown hair and huge brown eyes perfected the look of "damsel in distress". Jeez, those were huge eyelashes. To make it more scary, her eyes were like that naturally.

"Hi, Matt! Hi, Tai!" Mimi sang.

"Hi, floo- Mimi," Matt mumbled. I didn't bother holding back my laugh. He was about to call her a floozy, for that is what she truly was. Only, this floozy's best friend was a talking plant that could have Matt for breakfast if he wasn't careful. I saw her cheeks puff up slightly in a rage, but she calmed herself as fast as lightening. The effect made her look kind of like a big, pink bullfrog croaking, and I laughed even more.

"Oh, be quiet!" Mimi snapped. She was having a little trouble keeping her cool today. I suspected PMS to be at work, so I shut up fast. If I've learned anything in the Digital World, it's that girls with PMS can be a force to reckon with. Mimi's grimace shifted into a very fake 'doe eyes' look. She leaned forward over me, almost pressing my face into her small chest. "We're running a little low on firewood. Would you big, strong boys go get some for me?" Her eyelids batted so quickly, I could have sworn there was a little machine in them that did the batting for her. She only acted that sluttish when she really wanted somebody else to do some dirty work for her.

"Yeah, Tai, you're big and strong. Help the little lady," Matt smirked, giving me the dirtiest look I had ever seen. His blue eyes seemed to glow in the shadows.

"Me? No, no, look at me, I'm scrawny. If she wants some buff guy to pick up toothpicks for her, you're the man." Never mind the fact that I was an easy thirty pounds heavier than Matt.

"I think we need two armloads full," Mimi said meaningfully. I could feel my face involuntarily becoming a mess of horror.

"But I'm too busy being lazy!"

"Too bad," Mimi sang. Her brown gloved hands pull me off the dirty ground. While I dusted off my pants, she did the same thing to Matt. Apparently we had to look for firewood together. Maybe this was some plot to make us get closer? I didn't have long to dwell, and neither did Matt, as we were shoved towards edge of the meadow. Mimi called "have fun!" after us, which obviously translated into "don't kill each other!"

With no ammunition for argument other than laziness, Matt and I shuffled miserably in the direction of the deeper woods. My hair tickled my nose and made me sneeze. Mimi was no longer in site. Matt and I kept walking in silence. There was no wood near the ground, the trees here being too healthy or something. Not very good for firewood gathering. Sunset was upon us, and I was slightly concerned that it would be night before we found a scrap of proper firewood.

Matt walked with his eyes closed firmly, something he does when he's angry and depressed. I knew that one for sure. At times like this, he just doesn't want to look at the world; he's too disgusted. I was feeling ticked too. I mean, making me gather firewood when I wanted to be lazy?! That's cruelty to animals! The nerve of that girl! I didn't like it when Matt was depressed and angry. But I didn't know how to make him happier… if anything really does make him happier.

I did the first thing that came to mind. True, I almost always do the first thing that comes to mind, but the first thought usually works best in my case. I reached out and grabbed his gloved hand, holding it gently.

His eyes opened wide, frozen with surprise, shrunken pupils turning in my direction with disbelief. His cheeks tinted a brilliant red, and his eyebrows furrowed. Oops, he must have misunderstood the gesture. He looked confused and flustered. His hand raised up in the air- he was going to hit me!

Before I could duck, we both fell flat to the ground. Tripped on the same tree root, if that's what tripped us. Dirt had gotten in my mouth, and it tasted like rotten mushrooms. Ew! But as I plucked myself off the ground and spat out the dirt, I felt a searing pain on my scalp. Somebody yanked my hair, hard!

I gave Matt a death glare, and opened my mouth to yell at him, but he wasn't even looking at me. He was on the ground next to me, his hand and all his other body parts nowhere near me. His eyes were wide, showing the whites on every edge. He was looking above me. His mouth had fallen slack.

He wasn't the one pulling at my hair.

I spun around as well as I could while I was on the ground with my hair being pulled. As I turned, the strain on my hair vanished. I could see nothing behind me. I looked up as well, still seeing nothing. Nothing. And more nothing. Just trees, just woods, nothing special at all.

"It's gone," Matt said quietly.

"What was that?"

"Some weird Digimon. At least, I think it was a Digimon. It looked kind of like a human, only, it had huge red eyes… and it was really tall, and had long black hair. Or maybe that was a pair of wings, I couldn't tell."

"Oh," I said simply. Then I felt that good ol' smile sneak up on my tan face. "Maybe it was a vampire!" Wings, red eyes? It fit, right? I thought I made a good deduction, but Matt didn't seem to think so.

"Have a vampire fetish, do we now?" my blond companion asked smugly. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that's not why I'm pale. But, knowing you, you probably want me to bite you anyway, amongst other things."

"What? I…" It took me a moment, but then I understood what he was talking about, and hot blood rushed furiously to my cheeks. "Ooooooooooooh, you dirty-" Since he was already on the ground, pouncing onto him and giving him a few playful smacks was easy. He gave me several mild slaps back, and it quickly became a somewhat violent wrestling match. By the end of it, my goggles hung sideways off my head, Matt's collar had been ripped right off, and our hair has more leaves in it than the ground under us. We were both laughing, at ourselves and each other, but the scratches and bruises hurt a bit. Like he had threatened to do, Matt had indeed bitten me. Twice. I was lucky his teeth were dull.

Without any further disputes or accusations, we started picking up the scarce and small twigs left on the ground. It would have to do as firewood. Fire wasn't all that important tonight; it was warm, the weather didn't look like it weather didn't look like it was about to do a 180, and we'd already had our dinner. Fish.

With a couple pathetic fistfuls of wood, I gave Matt a tired shrug and we went back toward the camp. It was nearly night by now, but luckily the trees were thin, making it easy to see by the twilight moon and glow from the remaining sun. I thought I saw something dart through the trees for a moment, but it was dismissed due to the slight breeze that tossed the smaller trees back and forth.

When we got to camp, everybody but Mimi was asleep. Izzy, Joe, T.K, and Sora were all sprawled out on the ground, being snuggled by the sleeping forms of their partner Digimon. Gabumon and Agumon hadn't waited for us to return before falling into slumber. Mimi gave us a very strange look. "What?" Matt demanded, tossing his sticks onto the sad excuse for a fire.

Mimi's lips pursed and her cheeks seemed a bit rosy. "What were you doing, having wild sex or something?"

My brain froze for a second, then I realized what Matt and I must have looked like-all ruffled clothes, messy and dirt-filled hair, very human-looking bite marks and scratches. My face must have been glowing like a red street sign. Matt self-consciously pulled a twig out of his hair and tossed it at the fire too.

"Uh, goodnight!" I blurted. Despite her confused squeals, I lay down on the ground and fell instantly into a deep and sun-lit dream.