You may be thinking, wait, I've seen this before. That's because I deleted it off my S/R Chick account and reloaded it here, for personal issues that deals with my stories. I'm sorry for the confusion.

'More Than The Eye Can See' by Rebecca Lyn/Daisuke Anarie

Chapter One: Takuya's POV

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. So, there! Nyah!

Summary: AU, Crossover, Shounen-ai/yaoi. Takuya isn't normal... he sees things from another dimension... which includes a dark-haired, blue-eyed boy. But he isn't alone. And someone's after them, for they hold sacred powers that could either heal the world or destroy it. Koukuya, Kensuke, Takarya – maybe others.

Warning: This is MALEXMALE, so if you don't like it, turn around and walk away! I will not put up with senseless flaming of shounen-ai/yaoi. Got nothing good to say? Then don't say anything!

Dedication: This chapter (maybe even the whole story) is dedicated to Hyper Pegesus (a.k.a. Lady Lemonade). I was talking to her while I was typing this, so she turned out being my inspiration. XP

-Some people think I'm crazy while others just suppose I have an overactive imagination. But I think I'll just stick with crazy. Yeah, you heard me. I'm calling myself crazy. And honestly, it's nothing short of the truth. I've never been normal. Medicine hasn't helped. Therapy hasn't helped. From the day I turned six, I have always seen things that aren't really there. I'm eleven now, so it's been five years. And nothing has helped.

My name's Kanbara Takuya. (Just so you know, I'm from Japan and I use my surname first.) I have chestnut hair that falls in a spiky mess at my neck and cinnamon eyes... almost red, but still with enough brown to keep it 'cinnamon-y'. My skin is colored with a gentle tan, although I have a few scars, which I'll explain later. My wardrobe consists of simple, comfortable clothing. I hate fancy pants and dress-up shirts – you'll never catch me wearing those! Almost everything I wear is bright – red, yellow, a few orange oddities, light green. (Once I even got the nerve to find myself a tie-dye t-shirt with those colors. I'll wear that when I feel extra lively and outgoing.) Pants are kept plain with brown Capri pants, shorts, and blue jeans. Nothing fancy, see?

One 'strange' thing about what I wear? You will never see me without a hat and my goggles on. Goggles? Don't ask me, really. Some people think they're really tacky looking, but I honestly just found them somewhere and decided to see what it looked like. I think they're cool and unique. Don't agree? Well... that's about you, not me. My teachers absolutely hate them, since I refuse to take them off in the classroom. They're like a special antique to me. Think I'm weird? Oh, don't worry, I already know I am.

So, I bet I got your attention earlier with the hallucinations thing, right? And I should probably explain in more detail, yes? That's what I thought. I'll try to explain, then.

Like I mentioned before, I see things that others don't. Things like what, you ask? Sometimes it's just strange shapes and figures of light floating around, but a lot of times, I see animals and people... deformed – animals with one too many tails, humans with an extra eye or arm. The more interesting things are the human cross animals. Some even talk! ... Although some of the time I don't understand what they say. But that's all right, hmm? They look cool enough to make up for that.

They don't really do anything special... a more human-like one will wave, an animal will rub up against my leg, or they just ignore me. One night, a white cat with four, long tails and red eyes slept at the foot of my bed, whispering to me right before I drifted off into unconsciousness, "I'll protect you from the evil." A panther-human followed me to school once and kept on saying in my ear what the answer to the math problem on the board was.

Now, about the scars. People may say that hallucinations can't really hurt you, but one of mine did. No one believes me, though... Anyways, it happened when I was coming home from school one day...-

Takuya shouldered his backpack as he hopped out of his seat and almost literally skipped down the aisle, leaving the school bus and welcoming the view of his neighborhood. He sort of hated it that his school and house were so far apart, especially those days when he missed the bus. It wasn't that he wasn't physically fit, or the town wasn't safe, he just preferred being around the people on the bus – especially when his friends decided to tag along. They were friendly, funny, and usually talkative. Just what he liked.

Inhaling deeply, the brunette slapped on a silly smile and strolled along the sidewalk, humming the random song that played on the radio the night before, while he was getting ready for bed. Surprisingly enough, the sun was already sinking low into the horizon, casting glorious oranges, pinks, and faint blues of color across the sky. He could faintly sense the smell of someone cooking on a grill maybe a few streets away and the scent of just-mown grass.

His gaze traveled around the area, watching for traffic, as he had to cross the street. When all was clear, he made a dash across, easily reaching the other sidewalk – he did, of course, play a lot of soccer and stay in shape. Physical sports were like a hobby to him.

Returning to a relaxed walk now, Takuya tilted his head back to drink in the wonderful sunset, but was interrupted from his fantasy by the sound of heavy feet dragging against the concrete ground. Blinking slowly, he stopped and pivoted on his heel, just barely managing to let out a small yelp as something hard slammed down against his head.

-I was knocked out then. I woke up later at the hospital with various wounds, but they were bandaged and stitched up. No one knew what had happened, including me, and there was no evidence left to point at the perpetrator – which made me believe it had been one of the things I see. That happened when I was nine.

But I suppose there's something good about this all. Online, I found two other people who see things like I do – Lee Jianliang and Motomiya Daisuke. We've talked a lot in the past, exchanged addresses, phone numbers, emails, etc. We plan on meeting soon, because our encounters with these... something's... are getting out of hand and we want to discuss in person what should be done (like we'll really figure that out, though).

(Oh, by the way, that meeting's in nine days – July fifteenth. Good luck to me, though, sneaking out of the house and to Odaiba, which I'm still not quite sure where it is! The farthest I've been out of Jiyuugaoka is Shibuya. How pathetic is that?)

Life really does get more complicated when you grow older, hmm? Now even I wish myself luck!-

Author's Note: So, let me fill you in on a few things. A chapter will switch from first person to third person every once in awhile and the chapter titles will say who's POV it is from. This one was Takuya's. The next one could either be from Takuya's again, Daisuke's, or Jenrya's. First person will be regular style but with –s around them, since italics are not working now, while third will be normal. Just so you know the flow of things...

By the way, chapter three of One Day At A Time should be up soon. Be patient, please!

Ja!

-Rebecca Lyn