Sadly, fact is I don't own the rights to Digimon rather that honor goes to a major corporation and some lucky individuals. I don't own the rights to anything but this story which is my own lil piece of that Fan Fiction pie. If you want to redistribute the story on your site or by e-mail all I ask is that you include this info in this lil disclaimer type thingie.
I am going to be working on this story a lot, I have a lot of notes written as to what I want to do with it and just so you know it isn't going to be a short fic. I am working on a lot of fics and this one will be one of the ones I will be updating often.
This story is dedicated to, umm...well actually it's dedicated to a couple people; my friend's Izzy and Max who let me use their system to type the basics up, my online friends of course who are weirder than I sometimes and of course to my lil hedgehog to whom which I would not of had the time to write this without his influence.
Fear Night
By Mattz Bro
The night was dreary and desolate almost like a scene from a horror movie, yet there as in a horror movie was a solitary soul walking down the road. As he walked down the deserted stretch of country road he looked up to the stormy sky, looking for a single star to keep him company. He continued to walk, every so often looking over his shoulder expecting to see his friends any minute drive by and pick him up.
"Jerks, such jerks." He mumbled while casting a side-glance to an old farmhouse to the side of the road. He paused and turned to face the house, the house itself looked to be turn of the century with a dirt path leading to the side of it. The path itself looked to be trenched on both sides from lots of use by carriages over the years.
As he looked at the house he noticed a light in the far right window, slight blue tinge to it but it was there. "Maybe I can use their phone." He said starting the trek down the gouged path towards the home.
A distant howl of a coyote was heard somewhere off in the woods behind the farmhouse as he reached the front porch. "Well ain't that just comforting to hear in the dead of night?" He asked out loud as he looked around the porch. He looked at the rusty milk can by the door and thought about the bustling activity the place must have once seen.
The porch itself was a faint white color, where the paint hadn't peeled or cracked off of course, the home itself was once a matching shade until father time had gotten hold of it. He peered inside the window only to find the thick layers of dust obstructed his vision.
He knocked on the door, little chips of paint flaking to the threshold as he did so. He waited a few seconds and knocked again, this time slightly harder causing the pane of glass to chip in the corner. "Looks like no one's home... " He said starting to turn around to head back out to the road.
Just then, the door opened with a horrid creaking sound the hinges screamed for oil it seemed. He slowly turned around to see the door opened and no one behind it, his body shivered and hairs on his arms stood on end. "He-hello?" He stammered walking cautiously into the entranceway.
He walked into the parlor room and looked for the light he had seen from the road but to no avail. As he walked room to room through the downstairs he could swear another set of footsteps was behind his the whole way. Every time he turned around to face the sounds there would be no one there, causing his skin to crawl.
He walked towards the staircase and began to ascend the steep incline upwards, each step causing a creak and groan, which reverberated off the narrow walls. At the top of the stairs he looked around to see a few bedroom doors all closed, the far one though had sounds coming from the inside.
"Finally someone." He said walking towards the door. He stood outside the door and looked down, a flickering light shown through the gap at the bottom of the door. Suddenly a deathly scream came from the other side as he stood there, he tried the handle to find it locked.
Pounding on the door with all his might he yelled, a pool of blood trickling out of the gap at the bottom on to his shoes. He yelled some more and continued pounding, not bothering to notice that the hall was engulfed in a pale blue light. Without warning he was struck in the back of the neck, he fell to the floor with a thump, darkness closed in slowly.
Tai picked up the newspaper as he leaned back in his chair and began to read the front page:
No Leads In Missing Singer Case
It has been two weeks thus far in the case of missing singer Yamato Ishida and to date no leads have been found. The police department issued a press release detailing the progress but it only confirmed what private investigator, Ken Ichijouji has said about the case.
"I have spent over 84 hours in the past two weeks trying to find out myself what happened to Matt. With no evidence, no witnesses and the leads and tips going nowhere I don't think even the police department will be able to locate him. I only hope that my worst fears for him will not be proven correct but as a person of the law, I have to accept that as a possible theory." Said Ken Ichijouji.
The police have interviewed all of the known friends, family and business associates of Yamato Ishida but they are no closer to finding out where or what happened according to the press release. If you have any information regarding the possible whereabouts of Yamato Ishida please call 1-800-MISSING.
Associated Press Corps.
"Matt...where are you?" asked Tai out loud as a tear made it's way down his cheek and falling onto the black and white print of the paper. He laid the paper aside and stood up wiping his cheek as he did so, he had often found himself crying since that night Sora had told him.
He walked to the window and looked at the view, he remembered when Matt and him first moved into the place.
"Oh come on Taichi, look at this place. It's perfect for you and I, I mean just look at this place." Said Matt pulling him into the living room area.
"I know Matt but if people put together the fact you aren't dating and you're with me all the time they won't like you anymore, your career would be gone." Said Tai looking at him with worry in his soft brown eyes.
"I want to be with you, I don't care about what people think, I just want to be with you Tai." Said Matt grasping both of Tai's hands and holding them tightly.
"I want you to be happy, I want you to do what you love Matt and I know you love your career." Said Tai looking away slightly.
"Come here," said Matt pulling him to the huge plate glass windows overlooking the skyline of the city, "Look at that view, I mean look at it...isn't it awesome?"
"Yes it is." Said Tai as Matt let go of his hands and walked behind him.
"It's even better with you to share it with me, I love you more than I love my career, you know that." Said Matt wrapping his arms around Tai's waist and placing his head gently on his shoulder.
Tai reached and placed his hands on top of Matt's, rubbing them softly, "I love you too."
"This always was our favorite place to be in the house." Said Tai running a finger down the clear glass. As he stared off into the blue sky the phone rang interrupting his thoughts, "I'll let the machine get it."
The phone rang a fourth time and the answer machine clicked on, "This is Tai and Matt, we ain't here right now so please leave a message after the beep." The machine beeped and a voice came on, "Hey Tai, it's me Kari. Just wanted to know if you were alright, I know this must be hard for you and well...just wanted to say..." the machine clicked off.
"Hey Kari." Said Tai sitting on the chair with the phone to his ear, the tears still streaming slightly but his voice unaffected.
"Tai, are you okay?"
"As good as one can be right now, no worse off than anyone else."
"That's a lie, you're his boyfriend, this is worse for you than it is for anyone else."
He remembered when she walked in on them in a somewhat passionate position; she was only 13 at the time. "Yeah I guess it is but I'm alright though."
"Well if you're up to it Ken would like to talk with you, that is if you're up to it though. I told him that you weren't feeling too good, since he doesn't know yet."
"I can probably be ready for him in an hour or two, I have some...things I need to do before I do anything."
After a brief pause she said, "You've been crying again haven't you?"
"I...yeah," he closed his eyes, "I have been."
"Well okay, listen I will call Ken and tell him four o' clock so that way you can get yourself ready, okay?"
"Yeah."
"Oh and Tai?"
"Yes?"
"I love you, no matter what I will always love you...Oni-chan"
A slight smile cracked through his lips, "I love you too."
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