So I suppose the facts need to be laid out at the outset, I do not own Digimon. I am notoriously AWFUL at finishing chaptered stories, but I figured I'd give it a shot.

I have been a fan of this pairing for a minute now and decided to throw my hat in here. Basically Matt has a disastrous tour in America and begins to rethink his current lifestyle. The first chapter is kinda depressing and short. It should take a bit of a lighter tone throughout though. Also I posted this before thoroughly checking for any grammatical mistakes, if only to force myself to actually follow through with this story. Anyways. Enjoy.

Sounding of a Distant Land Chapter One : Every time I look around.

Matt tried his best to keep his eyes open as he slowly made his way through the airport. Had he ever felt so dejected in his life? How could everything have gone so wrong? This should've been what he needed to finally break in. He could hardly bare thinking about what to do next. He just wanted to be home and crawl into bed, and never come out. Unfortunately he had to think of a way to recover, and quickly, or he would lose his grip on everything.

He waited patiently at the luggage carousel as one passenger after another retrieved their belongings. He continued to stare at the mouth of the device, praying that the next bag would be his. Perhaps it was some sort of cosmic law that whoever is in the biggest hurry on a flight must wait the longest for their luggage. So he waited until he was the only person left from the flight, and then he decided to wait until the last suitcase had left the carousel, maybe somebody accidentally grabbed his, it'd only be a minute now until they realized their mistake and come back to retrieve their bag. So he continued waiting, staring at the lone suitcase making its way round and round with no abandon. Soon enough, a new crowd had built around with passengers from the next flight, and the carousel began filling back up with their bags.

"Is this a joke?" he asked himself aloud. It took all the energy he had left to keep himself from screaming.

After filing a report with the airline, who assured him his bag would turn up and apologized for the inconvenience, he worked his way outside. And for the first bit of luck he had all night there was a taxi seemingly awaiting his arrival. He slumped in the back seat and after giving the driver his destination, he decided to use the time to get a little sleep before he had to get settled back in at home.

As he rested his head on his luggage, he tried to break his thoughts away from his trip, to no avail. The actions just repeated themselves, seemingly stuck on a loop. The driver repeatedly tried to strike up conversations, Matt didn't want to be rude, but continued to ignore his attempts.

"Are you kidding me!" Matt yelled frustrated as he struggled to get the padlock of his studio apartment to unlatch. By the time he got the door open he was ready to cry. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

He set his keys on the counter and saw his guitar cases and backpack next to his bed. Seeing them there Matt let out a sigh of relief, 'At least everyone else got home safe'. He worked his way across the room and collapsed on his bed. His body was so tired all he could do was let the silence in the room take over him. But as he laid there he could feel the throbbing in his head slowly working its way back.

A shower.

That's what he needed right now. He just needed to relax a bit before he did anything. He pulled himself out of bed and grabbed a towel. As he began undressing he noticed how much of a toll the last 3 weeks had taken on his body. He looked thin, all the muscles that had been previously, seemed to have melted away. His eyes seemed to be sagging, being pulled down by the bags currently under his eyes. He needed to shave, his chin and upper lip were littered with month old stubble and combined with his greasy hair it was truly a shameful sight.

This had to be the best shower he had ever taken in his life. The water seemed to be washing away some of the burdens he had been carrying around with him. In America he rarely had access to proper shower facilities. The only time on the entire tour he had a nice shower was his first night after landing in San Francisco, the band had stayed with one of his cousins. That first night had fooled him and, everyone else in the band, into thinking that this was going to be just like when they toured in Japan.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his doorbell ringing.

'Damn I was really enjoying this' Matt thought as he turned off the water. "I'll be there in just a minute." He yelled out from the shower. He grabbed his towel and quickly dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist.

"Sorry I was in the shower…" Matt said as he cracked open the door careful to hide himself behind it. "Tai? What are you doing here?" Matt said as he opening the door welcoming his friend inside.

"What are you doing here? That's what I get after not hearing from you for almost a month? That hurts man. Really it does." Tai joked he shook Matt's hand and made his way inside. "No, everyone was getting kind of worried about you, since you were supposed to be home yesterday and weren't answering anyone's calls. So I decided I needed to come over and check on you…If only for everyone else s peace of mind."

"Sorry about that, my phone was stolen about a week ago and everything has just been really crazy." Yelled from his room quickly dressing himself.

"That sucks man. Well how was everything else in America? Are you guys rock stars over there too? Don't tell me you're moving?" Tai laughed helping himself to a glass of Pepsi as Matt rejoined him in the kitchen.

"Well…things didn't go quite as we would've hoped, there's no need to fear us ever going back." Matt sarcastically chuckled as he set a glass down for Tai to fill.

"That bad?" Matt just shook his head as he drank his Pepsi.

"Worse."

"Well look on the bright side. You're back home, and you can put all this behind you. How about we start putting it behind you with some pizza?" Tai smiled wide with the offer, "Looks like you've lost a little weight. I think we need to fatten you up." Tai held his arms as far apart as he could and bloated his cheeks.

Matt just gave him an awkward stare.

"Fine, but the offer stands." Tai shrugged his shoulders as Matt took a seat on the couch.

Tai sighed as he grabbed his keys, "Alright, I'm gonna get going. I'm heading over to Sor's, you're free to come if you'd like."

Matt held up his hand, "I'm alright. Bed sounds pretty good about now."

Any comments/suggestions are very much welcome and appreciated.