Author Note: This fic is set in an AU, theres no digimon, never has been (only my inventive and quirky things I'll be throwing in the fic from time to time). Hi Taishirou fans *waves*. I'd just like to say that this is my first ever fic I've written. The first chapter kind of sucks, i tried to make it a bit more interesting but I don't know. Just to clarify, this fic will be a Taichi and Koushirou *nom nom* fic and they will get together and "make love" at some (at many) point(s) in the story. I'd just like to say to you readers that it's going to take a good few chapters (you cant rush true love) to get them together and of course you will be put through as much angst as I can throw at you. If I can and have the support to, I'll make the fic really long with sequels and what-not. I mean, I just love it when I get to read through a massive fic - makes it feel worthwhile in the end. I really would appreciate feedback from you readers (through a review or otherwise) and of course feel free to fave the story so you can get insta-emailed when I update (Not sure how frequent that will be for the next little while as I have final exams coming up in the not-so-far future*yawns*). Another note about this first chapter - It feels (to me) kind of rushed in a sense, it will get more in detail (much, much more descriptive) as the story progresses.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any aspect of the Digimon world or franchise and earn no profit from writing this yummy(It will be yummy, I promise) Taishirou Fan Fiction.

Warnings: lol, warnings - Apparently I have to warn you about the yaoi that is soon to be between Izzy and Tai. It is male/male sex, boy love, don't know whatever else you could call it. There's strong language of course and angst (my favourite :D!). So I think I 'warned' you about everything thats in the fic or will be in the fic *gets lost in thought*. Maybe adult themes? Anyway you are warned, no excuses!

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

'Italic thoughts'

Questions and Problems

by ~Shmoo~

Chapter 1; Cho-Zen-Wun

'I can't believe I'm actually writing in this! This is worse than people asking questions!'

You're probably wondering why I'm in this dazed stupor, yeah? Well it all began when I had to choose between my social life (don't even go there) and my education. Not that I had much choice, it was more of a "do as you're told" moment, but it helps to keep me sane to think that I had a choice.

I know what you're thinking, right? Why would someone like me, sorry, why would a geek like me even think about throwing away my years of labour and determination all for the sake of some "friends"?

Friends, hah! Friends aren't going to help me earn my fortune, are they? Friends aren't going to bring my parents back, are they? (I'm adopted before you ask, and don't even bother going on your sympathy rant. Just don't!). Friends aren't going to make me want k-... You know what, never mind. I'm never going to have any "friends". Not today, not tomorrow. I don't care what they said today, I am in no way, shape or form a "friend" of those.

Anyway, I digress.

So the big monumental choice I had to obey- I mean, make over my future... I'll explain this simply, with as few expletives as possible (trust me, it's that bad). The principle teacher of my now previous school decided that in order to remain in budget they had to cut some classes. Those classes just had to be my ones, didn't they?

You should've seen his big, shit-eating grin as he casually strolled up to me. It's not that he hates me it's just that he despises the fact that one of his students excels beyond him in every possible way. So, the spiteful bastard walks up to me (pardon my language) and smiles his crooked, yellow-toothed grin at me. I, being the kind, quiet, Izumi Koushirou I am stand there and accept the pathetic "excuses" as to why I, the top student, am being kicked out school.

Where is the logic in that? What has society come to if it punishes those who achieve? Anyway, that's when I decided that I should give him a piece of my mind and told him, rather loudly, where he could shove his excuses. Of course, it should've been impossible for him to kick me out. He would of course need parental consent to boot me out, so I told him that with the full brunt of my condescending attitude (I really did muster up the most professional voice I could think of for that prick). I'm sure it would've been entertaining for the gathering crowd if they had their principle proven wrong. Pity it didn't go that way.

There I was, red in the face calmly (outwardly, anyway) poking holes in the suit-wearing, cigar-smoking, dream-crusher's plans, watching as his piano-toothed grin nearly split his face in half (That's if I didn't break his face first). So after my teaching lesson I waited for Principle whatever his name was (I've already forgotten) to respond. That's when I lost it.

Seriously, I put a lot of my time and effort into keeping my thoughts and actions separate. I believe that it's imperative to keep a cool, steely demeanour. If one can't control one's actions then one is truly weak. Manners are always important, regardless of how you feel.

Except this time I just let loose. I suppose you could say that my "inside" voice took over, and boy was it exhilarating. Well, what did you expect me to do when Captain Ruin-my-day shows me a fully completed consent form from my "parents" saying that they agree to me being "re-located"? I do love my parents (don't get me wrong), just not as much as my biological ones. Especially after betraying me like this.

After my fifteen minute rant on how Supremo Retardo is unfit to teach, never-mind live, I stormed away to get my things. At least I wiped that snide smirk of his face, it must have done the trick when I announced to the surrounding mob that he kept child pornography on his computer. Hah, I'd like to see him talk his way out of that one. I couldn't help but glance back in satisfaction as I saw a disgruntled Principle (presumably suspended Principle, now) being interrogated by one of his colleagues. Maybe there is some justice in the world. Nobody pisses me off like that and gets away with it.

In retrospect, maybe I blew the situation out of proportion. I mean, the accusations I threw at the Principle were enough but perhaps the electrical fires I started were a little over-the-top (don't worry, I made sure nobody got hurt!). The only thing I truly damaged was the school's budget. They might have cut my classes but now there was no physical classroom remaining to teach in. Justice!

After I reviewed the chaos I caused I began another lonely walk home. That's when it hit me. I had to move school. I began to read the scrunched-up form that was balled up in my fists. They really had signed the paper, I was going to destroy my parents. Why would they do such a thing? Didn't they understand the turmoil I would go through, have gone through in order to "fit in". My intuition told me that no, they didn't fully understand the extent to which a child like me – quiet, reserved and unaccepted – would be ostracised by others.

That's when I decided to go with it. Of course, I could complain and try and get my parents to revoke their consent but it wouldn't change the fact that I burnt down my classrooms. Yep, that was a poor idea.

The form itself was just as blunt and pathetic as what I was told at the school, "re-location..." blah, blah, blah. But my curiosity was piqued by the only incomplete part of the form. Apparently I had a choice of where I could go for education. At first I entertained the idea of going to another school but swiftly dismissed it as I identified a small square box labelled, "Home-school". Excellent, I was sure my parents would agree to that. I had no idea how wrong I was.

At least I had a good 45 minutes to think through my plan whilst walking home. My parents had some explaining to do, and if they didn't come up with a decent enough answer I was going to just give them a piece of my mind. Of course, I had no intention of owning up to the fires in the school or accepting any kind of punishment for my actions (not that I would let the fires be linked to me in any way). I held the belief that I was right firmly in my mind (and I was right). I just didn't expect my parents to be so reasonable about it. They must have known me better than I thought because after they managed to get me to listen to their logic they managed to make me see sense, or at least won my mind over with their multitude of bribes. It was rather embarrassing, to be truthful.

I made a dramatic entrance, hammering my fist on the house door and barging in before anyone answered. I planned to surprise them with my sudden appearance (after all, I left school early). Thundering through the house, I searched my fathers office – empty. I then tried my mothers room – empty. That's when I entered the kitchen and was taken aback by the situation before me.

Maybe that was a bit too dramatic, but I wasn't expecting them to be waiting for me! They just sat on two chairs, hands intertwined and a solemn look upon their faces. That really caught me off-guard. A thousand thoughts whizzed through my head as they motioned for me to sit. I obeyed, frown plastered to my face (I was meant to be angry, after all). My anger soon fizzled away as my mother, very sincerely, informed me in the most heart-felt manner that she believed that I should change school. She really did know me too well, calming me in a matter of seconds.

She then lost my interest as she began to drone on about the options I had for education. I waited for her to finish so I could begin my speech on why I should be home-schooled, but for some reason she seemed pretty sold on the idea of me going to this other school on the list. My face glazed over in a neutral expression as I began to ponder why I even needed to be educated, I was already more advanced than the other kids at my "old" school anyway. Further delving into the ideas of my future, I wondered why I was even living with my parents. Sure I couldn't cook well, but I could learn. Why would a sixteen year-old boy like me need his parents when he already lives a life of seclusion. I was definitely going to try and bargain with her on that one.

"...and that's why I think you should move out."

My jaw could only drop as I contemplated what my mother just said. Maybe it was just my imagination. I couldn't truly comprehend what she had just said. Was she offering me freedom? Possibly forcing me out? Nah that couldn't be true, she would never do that to me.

"...I've already packed your things."

She was kicking me out! As if I didn't have enough problems to deal with, moving school and all, but now I had to find an apartment and get a job! This was all happening way too fast. No. She loved me, didn't she? Surely she would only do something like this to me if she really believed she was doing the right thing?

"It's for your own good Koushirou." She stated, in a no longer emotional, matter-of-factly tone. So she was playing the "I'm you mother and you better do what I tell you or else I'll mention your real mother" card. That one never gets old. "It's what your mother would have wanted". Oh, there we go, she did it again. I was seriously sick of my parents, one more word about my real mother and I really was going to leave, and she was going to receive a swift jab to the jaw.

"You need friends, Koushirou". Oh, here we go again, "friends". I was just about to protest when she hit me with some startling developments, or I suppose you could call them bribes. "We will pay for your accommodation for two years, during which time you will make friends and learn". That's the most blunt and precise thing I've ever heard her say to date. The forceful suggestion was reasonable, apart from the "friends" part, of course. No job, a real education and peace from my parents. I contemplated the offer. It wasn't that bad when I thought about it, I get to escape from my parents for two years, I got to be home-schooled... Didn't I? I was just about to enquire when she responded for me (it was like she was reading my mind!).

"...during which time you will be attending Cho-Zen-Wun High-school."

My jaw dropped further, with an audible pop. So my mother was forcing me out of the house and my old school, making me attend some unheard of school and stay... "where?" I heard myself say, my voice hoarse and slightly rougher than normal due to my prolonged silence.

My father spoke this time, "You will be staying in accommodation within the school complex. You will be provided a moderately sized dormitory for a reasonable price during your attendance at Cho-Zen-Wun High-school". Wow, they must have been serious if my father decided to get involved. He never really did get involved with issues regarding me unless it was serious, like my adoption or my... other problem.

My train of thought returned to my parents as I heard a jingle. Looking up, I noticed my father's car keys. Oh great, so he was going to personally escort me to my new prison. At least my new prison could offer me freedom, or so I thought – how odd. The real issue was the new school I would be attending. I generally was dreading having to go through all the niceties and greetings associated with moving school. Thinking back, it was kind of ridiculous that I was worried about being polite to others than others belittling me. Everybody always wants to know everything about the new kid.

I can't believe that in the end,my choice wasn't truly a choice. I mechanically gathered my things and placed them in my father's car, uttering a robotic farewell to my mother. I really didn't know how to feel at that point. There was the heart-ache of being betrayed by my parents and the anxiety of having to meet new people but most surprisingly there was excitement. The raw enthusiasm and energy that flowed within me battling my depressed attitude was immense. Never before had I moved away from my parents. Never before had I been unburdened and unrestrained. I was free. Free to learn, free to implore and question ever aspect of life. As I hopped in the car, I couldn't help but think that this was going to be horrifyingly great.

A three hour drive. Three hours, and I was staring at the complex. It truly lived down to its title as a complex, with a multitude of buildings all sizes surrounding the centre building – which I assumed to be the school. The omnipresent tingling of excitement was beginning to build up within me again. I was almost anticipating entering the complex, which felt so peculiar.

At least I did my research on the school during the car journey. I was, thankfully, allowed to utilise my laptop (my most prized possession) as we travelled in the car, accessing nearby internet hotspots as we progressed. During the windows of opportunity I had, I discovered that the school wasn't prestigious, posh or fancy. I also discovered that it certainly wasn't a normal school either. Apparently Cho-Zen-Wun high school was recognised throughout Japan for helping those who attend achieve their "potential". I know, it seems like a school that a kid with disabilities would go to, but I did research thoroughly and I discovered that it is a school truly unique in the way that it entices children to develop. So my parents truly meant what they said, they wanted me to develop in a well balanced manner rather than purely academical achievement.

Stretching myself with a multitude of satisfying pops and cracks, I headed towards the main entrance with my father. I still couldn't believe the gravity of the situation that was unfolding. I was all alone. By myself. Away from my parents. A piano-toothed grin that could rival my previous Principal's spread itself across my face. It must have been obvious as my father was wearing a small, smug smile to mirror my own.

Upon entering the main building I suddenly felt relaxed. As if the whole building was designed to sooth and calm ones emotions and, looking back, it really was designed that way. As we entered we were greeted by an older woman, presumably office staff of some sort, who handed me a key to my "dorm", a classes timetable and map of the complex, including the building which my dorm was located.

I was ordered (well, softly advised is probably a better word) to state my farewells to my father whilst the woman retrieved my "guide". A guide, how embarrassing. I could read any map without much effort so why did the woman feel the need to baby me as I moved here. Well, I suppose that was it, really. I was moving here. Maybe it was more of a moral support thing rather than a physical need for a guide. I certainly hoped so anyway.

I gave my father a typical, brief, non-clingy, back patting hug as he left. No way was I going to cry, although I didn't really say a proper farewell to my mother. The guilt combined with the realisation that I was all alone brought raw emotion to my face. I battled inwardly with myself, desperate not to cry, but I still ended up with glazed eyes.

I was thankful for the distraction when my guide approached me and gestured for me to follow. He must have realised my fragile emotional state and decided to remain silent as he walked me to my dorm. The guide himself was rather peculiar, as he strutted the corridors and buildings like he was bursting with energy. The only thing that was as odd as his enthusiasm for his bland task was his hair – which there was a lot of.

After about a 5 minute walk his pace slowed and he hit me with the biggest grin (I'm not even kidding when I say this) I have ever seen. Trying to recover from the shock of the surprise, gleaming smile attack he informed me that we have arrived at the dorm, "Hey, I'm Yagami Taichi and this is our dorm!". I stood there for a moment, studying the boy. He was clearly older than me, also taller. Then there's that hair – the insane 'do. It made me wonder if I really was in some form of "challenged children" school.

I was about to give this Taichi my thanks when it clicked inside my mind that he said, "our dorm". I really was hoping to be staying alone, independently but it was foolish of me to think I would be on my own. I remembered reading online that there were single "dorms" available but of course, my mother and father would have lumped me together with others to try and make "friends".

Taichi must have seen mystified expression (or resignation, or blatant tiredness) and quickly tried to rectify the situation. He attempted to explain to me (insulting my intelligence in the process) in his energetic way that almost everyone shares a dorm with at least one other, that it was basic policy. I didn't have time to consider this as he ushered me into the room.

My heart sank as I noticed the living arrangements. Sure, there were two separate, single beds but they were barely 4 ft apart. Just as I was mourning over my now non-existent privacy I noticed that there were two individual bathrooms, a small living room and a moderately sized kitchen. It really wasn't that bad, it's just that I didn't (I still don't) get on well with others – especially in close-quarters situations. Being in close-contact to others leads to questions and it's only human nature that people will pry.

I found that out the hard way. I wasn't always a loner. I did have a close friend once, her name was Miyako. We both shared the same interests, both excelled at school and both shared a close bond. All of that was destroyed – completely ruined and ended – when she decided to ask one too many questions. It was small things at first, like "Why don't you like animals?" and "Why don't you have any other friends?" but soon developed into "Why are you adopted?" and "Why don't you want kids?". Yeah, I was thirteen years old when I lost my one and only friend. I don't plan on making that same mistake again. Ever.

Now I find myself forced into close contact with this new person, Yagami Taichi. I don't want the pain of rejection again, it hurts too much. Taichi seemed like a nice enough guy but I couldn't risk experiencing the agony – the heart-wrenching despair – that I am all too familiar with.

Taichi must have noticed my distress, as I was suddenly being comforted, his hands securely planted on my shoulders. I didn't fight his comforting gesture though, as I found myself rooted to the floor, a solitary tear-drop adorning my cheek. I couldn't let him hurt me like before. I couldn't live if I experienced that again.

Taichi's deep brown eyes searched mine, searching for some way to console me or some indication as to why I was behaving the erratic way I was. I had to move away from him. I had to run before I was hurt again. I had to get him to move away, "Taich-..."

"call me Tai". His eyes began glazing over. I could see how helpless he felt as he saw me recoil at the friendly name he offered me. I really had to escape his grasp, he was too close already, physically and otherwise. A final wave of chagrin flushed through me as I made a dash for one of the bathrooms. It only took me a moment to launch my stuff (laptop included) at what I assumed was my bed and to hide myself away.

The bathroom I bolted myself in was pretty large, and I found myself analysing every minute detail in order to distract myself from the re-opened wound in my heart. I could never let anyone close to me again. Tai-...No, Taichi could never be my friend. At least I found solace in the soothing colours decorating the bathroom – a variety of cool blues. The bathroom, however, could not stop my muffled sobs from resonating throughout the dorm.

I could sense Taichi's worry. I just knew that he was hurting – to a lesser extent – because of me. I was trying to build up the courage to apologise through the heavy wooden door but he spoke first. "Are you okay?". His care only managed to louden my anguish, but I managed to muffle my cries enough to send Taichi a pained grunt in response. Then the pain overwhelmed me and everything went black.

I awoke in a puddle of what I hoped was either saliva or tears. I must have been snoring because as soon as I woke up Taichi attempted to get a response out of me. "Hey room-mate you all right?". The voice sounded like it came from the other side of the door and, once again, Taichi's concern washed another wave of repressed pain over me.

Rather than fail at a response I decided it would be more logical to simply open the door, but before I could do so I noticed myself in the mirror. I really did look like hell. My hair was out of place, taking on a dark hue compared to my previously brick-red hair and there was a thin layer of salt or saliva coating my face. I didn't take the time to fix myself, after all it's not like Taichi would care, and unbolted the door.

He looked just as messed up as me, minus the salt and tears. Why was he like that? I scrunched my eyes tightly together as I came to the conclusion that he lay on the other side of the door all night long. No, it couldn't be. Why would a stranger like Taichi do that for someone like me. I had to compose myself. I had to distance my thoughts from my actions. I had to obey my own personal rule.

"Good morning Taichi". I managed to state in a mechanical voice. At first he looked shocked, probably due to how devoid my voice was of emotion. The rest of the morning was a blur. Some breakfast, a shower (Turned out one bathroom had a shower and the other a bath) and backpack preparing. I appreciated the silence that Taichi gifted me that morning. He didn't make the mistake of others, he didn't ask questions.

Taichi did, however, quietly and subtly point out that we both shared our first class together. I didn't know what PSE is, but neither did I feel like conversing with my room-mate either. Room-mate, I didn't think I'd ever have one of those. I steeled myself for my first class, preparing for the unrestrained and unsolicited interrogation that I was likely to receive. Why couldn't everyone be like Taichi? Why couldn't people mind their own business rather than fawning over the life of the new kid?

Taichi and I (well, mostly me) became the centre of attention as we entered the room. I could sense the curiosity and the need to know emanating from each and every person who gawked at us. All of our attention was quickly taken by a petite woman who gestured first towards the group of people within the room and then to a circle of chairs pointing inward. I just knew it was going to be fun (note the irony).

Apparently PSE stands for "Personal and Social Education", whatever that is. I soon discovered after a small period of time that today's lesson consisted of each person stating their full name and age, answering a question asked by someone of the person's choice and then the focus would move to the next person.

I could cope with that, or so I thought. There were a variety of ages of those who were in this class, which I found peculiar. It lead me to believe that it was purposely set up that way in order to keep the lessons balanced and unique, much like the school itself. Apparently, the lesson had also been designed to introduce any newcomers (in this case, me) to the group in order to make "friends". Seriously.

Whilst ignoring the slow progress of the circle I began to contemplate my parents' motives for sending me here. It seemed that they invested much time and thought into sending me here. I realised that they must have been considering this for a while. A kind of resentment developed within me at that moment. Why couldn't they have given me more time to settle in or to accept the move? It all seemed so fast from my perspective, perhaps they were just so glad that what they wished for me for so long could come true. Kind of. I certainly didn't plan on making any friends here. Or anywhere else for that matter.

I must have lost track of time contemplating my sudden move when everyone was staring at me again, this time it was because it was my turn to "participate". At least it was better than I thought it would be, I mean, one question couldn't hurt that much, could it? I would just have to be careful who to ask. I decided to begin before the teacher intervened.

"My name is Izumi Koushirou". I noticed that Taichi was adorning a small smile, probably relishing the fact that he knew his room-mates name after all his efforts, or he was laughing at me – probably the latter, not that I cared. "I am sixteen years old". Again, the room remained relatively quiet and tension-free, apart from a small nod coming from Taichi's direction again. Probably due to his suspicions of my age being confirmed, or he was inwardly mocking me - either way I wasn't going to let it get to me.

Now, who to choose to ask me a question? I looked around the room, looking for the most bored and detached person I could find. My eyes locked with Taichi for a moment but I swiftly altered my focus to elsewhere in the room. He almost seemed defeated by my small movement. He couldn't be asked anyway, he was there when I broke down the previous night. He would need to remain question-less Taichi or it would ruin everything. I chuckled to myself as I pointed out a small girl wearing some sort of pink outfit. She was deeply in conversation with the person beside her, a blond haired, blue eyed boy wearing a hat. They both looked relatively young and bored but the girl seemed like the best option.

Reassurance slowly crept through me as she beamed at me. She appeared to be rather newbie-friendly, which I was thankful for as I noted some sighs and tuts travelling across the room. I wondered what she would ask me? She seemed to have already made up her mind which I was grateful for – I could see she wasn't putting too much thought into the question.

"Who is your new room-mate?". She half-sang, half-asked me. My body relaxed and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. I turned to observe the circle members, some of which we listening and others weren't bothered. I noted a brief exchange of sorts between the girl and Taichi, it looked like Taichi was thanking the girl or taunting her – one of the two, anyway. They both whipped their heads around to meet me, both hitting me simultaneously with their twin grins.

"Yagami Taichi". I proclaimed in a strong, unwavering voice (I didn't know my voice could sound so powerful). I was rewarded by an even wider grin from Taichi and a cheeky, reassuring wink from the girl. It was almost like they had planned for that to happen. After a while I became lost in my own thoughts again, until the circle progressed to Taichi.

"I am Yagami Taichi and I am seventeen years old". I thought he was older than me, that confirmed it. It was rather impressive the way he commanded the attention of the room, almost as if he was a natural speaker. I had to doubt that, though, as he had been sensibly tame and quiet around me during the events of my arrival. My attention began to wander, yet again, until he all but shouted out that I should be the one to ask his question in the most incredulous way imaginable.

"I choose you! Izzy-chu!". He smiled that grin, his grin at me as he pointed his finger at me from across the circle. Oh no way, he did not just call me "Izzy-chu". There were chuckles and snickers from around the circle but all I could do was just sit there, dazed and perplexed at the pet-name that Taichi launched at me. I had two options. I could either think of the most awkward and unthinkable question one could ever muster and ask him. Or I could shrug it off and lose the attention that I was currently the focus of. I decided on the latter, I really didn't want any more attention being drawn to me than necessary.

"What is your relation to her?". I pointed my finger at the girl who asked me my question. They both seemed pretty shocked. I noticed that they both looked at each other questioningly before the girl shook her head in confusion. It only took a short while for Taichi's grin to return before he answered me. He wore a rather bemused expression as he responded to me.

"Her name is Yagami Hikari, she is my sister and she is thirteen". It took me a moment for me to realise that Taichi was still staring at me as the lesson progressed, possibly in awe or respect but I didn't want to dwell on it. It was merely observation that lead me to deduce the fact that they were related somehow. I did the utmost that I could to prevent myself from becoming ostracised but it looked like Taichi planned to end that and ruin me. Why couldn't Taichi remain the quiet, subtle boy from earlier?

Time passed, and apparently the class didn't completely revolve around sitting on chairs. The small teacher-woman decided that at the end of every PSE lesson we have fifteen minutes to fill in a journal. Yep, you heard it, journal. That means I had to, have to, sit on my ass, writing about all the things that suck in my life whilst the teacher laughs at us after we hand them in. Apparently it's "a productive way to vent your feelings". Yeah right. Like I was going to going to do that. Little steely Koushirou, write in a journal, without even the courtesy of calling it a dairy, hah!

And that brings me to where I am now. Trapped in this hell-hole of a classroom filling out my "journal", feeling like I'm going against every grain in my body as I reveal to myself (and presumably the teacher if she's bored, although she says she "wouldn't dare". Yeah, right.) all my vulnerabilities and thoughts which should be kept securely and safely tucked away in my brain for safekeeping.

'I can't believe I'm actually writing in this! This is worse than people asking questions!'

'But at least the teacher said we could keep it as brief or as detailed as we want, like that's any consolation. Of course she would say that. I bet she's just dying to find out about my dysfunctional life.'

Author's Note: Well, what did you think of my first chapter? It was tricky to write but it was fun (I just keep imagining the Taishirou loo~ve that I can and will make happen in the future). I really do promise a much more descriptive point of view in the future (this was kind of a little bit of an experiment). I really would love some advice or tips or support or whatever from any readers out there! I advise any readers who are interested, favourite the story for the notifications when I update. And I apoligise for any OOC-ness on behalf of Koushirou but I really did want a slightly different sense of individuality for Koushirou that isn't in the real Digimon world. If you've read this far I suggest reading on, it gets way better ;P...

~shmoo~