Hey ya'll! How's life? Fine? Good! I'm doing all right. Don't know why though with exams looming on the horizon. Must be six form madness. Oh well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.

Living Life in the Fast Lane

By Mina

            Yagami Taichi walked briskly down the road. It was ten o'clock and he couldn't believe how late he was. Simply everything had gone wrong that morning and to top it off the car had refused to start. Damn spiteful. So where did that leave him? Well, apparently on some filthy sidewalk walking to work. Damn disgraceful. Taichi was so caught up in his own thoughts that he stepped into the road without a sideward glance. Obviously our darling Taichi was not a frequent walker. However, life has a way giving you her own little tap on the shoulder when she senses you wandering off. Surely enough he was jolted into awareness as a bike careening down the road slammed into him, sending him flying across the street unto the cold hard concrete. Damn life, what a bitch.

          Ishida Yamato sped along the road in absolute exhilaration. It was late in the morning so there was no one in his way to slow him down. He relished the feel of his position, totally in control of himself yet yielding enough to enjoy the caress of the wind against his cheek. Yamato hated losing control, though it was something he, unfortunately, did quite frequently. Well not this time he told himself firmly. Two years maximum security had been enough. It had been nothing short of a miracle that he had made bail. Not that he believed that kinda shit, but still you gotta thank something and if his lucky stars had been working he wouldn't have gotten penned in the first place. The blond had been in and out since he hit fifteen and the drug induced voice in his head urged him to hold up a donut shop. Who knew coppers would have been there? Fucking idiot. So it was juvie for most of his life until a couple of years ago when he got sent to state. Shit! He didn't know how he made it out alive, he was no pussy but some of those guys nearly made him piss his pants. Still he was happy now and that's what counted. Content in the knowledge that he was never going back again. He was gonna make a change, start over refreshed and anew.

Seconds later he was lurched forward as he collided hard with some idiot who stepped out of nowhere. Ah fuck!

A/N: It's short but I hope you'll review and tell me if you want it continued.