A/N: I most definitely and sincerely DO NOT own Digimon in any form whatsoever.

Here it is! my first chapter in this exciting and hopefully epic digimon story! I'm sorry if it is confusing, this will be and is my first actual story to post on fanfiction. Please forgive my mistakes in advance!

Prologue: Enter Matsuri Hoshima

It was still dark when his alarm rang, yet, he found peace just laying there in his bed, listening to the sound of the occasional car zooming down his street. The clock read 5am; it was early, too early. But Matsuri Hoshima found the strength to get up from his comfy bed to start his day. He swung his arm over, not bothering to look for his arm had already memorized the movement a long time ago. However, today was different, today would be the day he would move from this worn down place he called home for the past 34 years of his life.

Matsuri graduated college with a degree in politics. He dreamed that as soon as he got out, his name would be famous, reaching newspapers all over Japan; he would own his own mansion, have a collection of multi-colored cars and live in the Tokyo area. Unfortunately, the first 7 years of his life after college didn't turn out that way. Most of his campaigns ended in total disaster, either having his funds back out of the failing campaign, or not getting enough votes to even begin campaigning. Nobody wanted to work with him and Matsuri soon found himself unable to financially support himself. He was forced to move out of the apartment he rented because he wasn't able to pay for the rent and ended up going back to the one place that he wanted to get away from ever since he graduated high school, his childhood home with his parents. Still, from his boyhood room, Matsuri worked hard to get to a higher status. With having to pay for rent and only worrying about the water and electricity, Matsuri was able to get back into the political works of his hometown, Odaiba. And finally, after having 6 years to rebuilding a solid foundation, Matsuri had finally done it. He had become one of the rising political figures in the Odaiba area, and he's gotten enough money to buy a penthouse located in the downtown center of Tokyo only a few minutes away.

Matsuri drowsily walked over to his suitcase where he chose some shorts and a t-shirt to wear. He decided to go against showering since he knew he would be sweating because of all the hauling and work he had to do. Today was when the movers arrived and he specifically told them to arrive no later than 7am. The sooner all his stuff would me moved, the better. It wasn't that he had anything against the house; he just thought it was awkward for a famous political figure to live with his parents, and Matsuri did not want that kind of information used to criticize him when he gets famous. After dressing appropriately, Matsuri zipped up his luggage bag and hauled it out of his room and down the hallway. He made sure to be as quiet as possible when he passed his parent's bedroom, even if he was moving, his parents chose to stay in the old house.

Good for them. Matsuri thought to himself. I won't have to worry about them living with me.

Finally reaching downstairs Matsuri dusted off his hands as he looked at the boxes he had spent half of last night packing with his belongings as well as a few valuables his parents were nice enough to give to him. To be honest, Matsuri still had a lot of things to do before the movers arrived. He still had to pack up his computer as well as head over to the attic to search for anything that he wanted to take with him. However, the small noise that came from his stomach had other ideas.

Shrugging his shoulders, Matsuri decided to go and get some breakfast before getting back to work; after all, what's doing hard labor on an empty stomach. Certainly, it wasn't good for the body.

Heading over to the kitchen, he opened the pantry to see whatever food the house had in stock. There was oatmeal, instant ramen, cereal and bread. Grabbing what he thought to be the fastest form of breakfast, Matsuri took a bowl and poured a healthy helping of cereal before dousing it with milk. With this, he began his long day of moving.

After he finished eating, Matsuri cleaned up his mess and headed upstairs once again. He still had about an hour and a half until the movers arrived and he decided to get his computer packed up. Going into his almost empty room, he grabbed the empty box and dragged it over to where his disassembled computer was. Using bubble wrap, Matsuri wrapped each individual piece and placed it gently inside the box so nothing would break. He quickly wrapped up the box with some duct tape and dragged it out down the hallway. As he was about to head downstairs, he glanced at the door leading to the attic.

"If mom and dad gave me permission to take whatever I wanted from the attic, I might as well do that now." He said to himself.

Leaving the box, Matsuri headed over towards the door, quickly opening it and headed upstairs. The attic was only a small section of the house that had a ceiling no higher than 6 feet. The place was dark and dusty. Looking around, he found that there wasn't much up there. There was only an old vanity table that once belonged to his great grandmother. It was covered in a thick heaping of dust and it looked worn out. Among the rest of the furniture there was an old wooden chair, a spindle and a trunk. Heading over to the trunk, Matsuri wiped off the dust and opened it up. Inside were numerous pictures and old clothing. The name plate of the trunk read that it was from his great grandfather. Taking out an old photo, he looked at it. It was a picture of some sort of dragon. It looked like it had a long bead and moustache, 2 wings on its body and it was covered in chairs. Placing down the picture, he laughed and shook his head as he remembered stories from his grandfather on how his dad used to tell him how his own great great grandfather took the photo when he went to another dimension.

A 7 year old Matsuri was running around the house laughing and playing with his new car set that he had received for his birthday a few weeks ago. Sitting down on the rocking chair was his aging grandfather; he was smiling at Matsuri and clapping whenever he had done something with his toy car. Their day would always be like that, Matsuri was very fond of his grandfather since he was the one that always took care of him whenever his parents were working.

"Matsuri, come over here, I have a story to tell you today." His grandfather said gesturing Matsuri to sit down in front of his chair.

Matsuri's face lit up with excitement as he raced his car all the way towards his grandfather where he shifted his toy car into park and took a seat right next to it.

"What is it grandpa? Are you going to tell me about another fishing story?" he asked innocently.

"Not this time my boy, I'm going to tell you a story my father used to tell me when I was a child many, many years ago." His grandfather said chuckling when he saw Matsuri getting comfortable.

"Now listen Matsuri, when I was a little boy about your age, my father sat down with me and told me a story about my great great great grandfather named Kizuki Hoshima. You see, one day in the summer, grandpa Kizuki went camping with a few of his friends for a week." His grandpa began his tale.

"And one day, at camp, Matsuri and 4 other kids decided to go exploring in the woods, they were doing fine until the strangest thing happened, it started to snow!" he exclaimed.

"You mean it snowed in the summer grandpa!?" Matsuri yelled in awe.

"Yes, it snowed where they were. My dad told me that the parent in charge of the trip went to go find the boys and when she did, all they could ever talk about was how they had a journey to a different world called the 'Digital World.' And that they had spent months and months fighting the evil digimon with their good digimon partners."

"That's so cool grandpa!" Matsuri yelled happily.

"Yes, but my boy, the 5 of them had only been gone for an hour or so, how did they spend months traveling to this world when they didn't even leave camp? It was very strange, but the adults just said that they were only playing imaginary games." The grandfather said rocking in his chair slowly.

He then got up and walked over to a small table where he picked up a picture frame of a picture that Matsuri saw everyday but didn't know why it was there. Walking back, his grandfather sat back down in his chair before handing the frame to Matsuri for him to see.

"See that dragon Matsuri? Grandpa said he took this picture while he was in the digital world, and that dragon's name was Azulongmon." He said pointing to the name that was on the frame, but Matsuri wasn't able to pronounce it properly.

"Whatever happened to grandpa Kizuki's dragon grandpa?" Matsuri asked looking at the mighty beast.

"Well, he's still in the Digital World my boy. As for grandpa Kizuki, he spent the rest of his life trying to find a way to get back to this Digital World of his. He would spend countless summers in the forest where he said he first entered the Digital World. And when he was home, he would tell his son stories of how he and his team were considered to be heroes that saved the Digital World using their Ancient Powers." The grandpa's eyes glazed over as his mind was in a distant memory that he was recalling.

"Grandpa, was grandpa Kizuki crazy?" Matsuri asked putting the frame back down.

"What?" The grandpa said getting pulled out of his memory with Matsuri's question.

"Was grandpa Kizuki you know, messed up in the head?" Matsui said meekly.

"Of course not my boy. Even if people thought he was, grandpa Kizuki was a very kind person." The grandfather said before he stopped and hesitated to continue. "Well, at least until a little before he disappeared."

"Grandpa Kizuki vanished grandpa?" Matsuri gasped.

"Well, you see, sometime before he vanished Matsuri, grandpa Kizuki began to become more cold hearted, he would always ignore his family and stay locked up in his room. Then, one day, out of the blue, he was gone. No note, or anything, all he left was a necklace atop the dresser in his room." Grandpa said to the small boy.

Smiling at the childhood memory of his grandfather, Matsuri took the picture. Even if it was a silly story, he heard somewhere that dragons were a sign of good luck inside a new home.

Looking once more inside the trunk, Matsuri found the small red velvet box container engraved with the name 'Kizuki Hoshima'. So this was where it was hiding, Matsuri had asked where the necklace was, but his grandfather had said that his dad had kept it and stowed it somewhere he wasn't able to find. Blowing away the dust, Matsuri opened it up to reveal a necklace with a giant deep ruby gem as the pendant. It looked brand new, as if the dust and age was never able to touch the necklace.

"This looks pretty expensive, and they did say I can have whatever I wanted from the attic." Matsuri told himself as he pocketed the velvet case. Wanting all he needed, Matsuri headed back down and brought the box downstairs right when the movers arrived.

"Hey man, do you want the furniture or the boxes hauled into the truck first?" One of the mover guys asked Matsuri.

"Furniture, wouldn't want them crushing the stuff inside the boxes when they slide." Matsuri told him.

Suddenly, Matsuri experienced a sudden urge to take out the necklace from the velvet box. For some reason, at that moment, he wasn't able to get anything else into his mind except to take out the necklace again. He began reaching for the box in his pocket, but as soon as the feeling came over him, it left as quickly.

"Huh, how strange." He said shaking his head before placing the dragon image in an open box and sealing it up with duct tape.

15 Hours later and a bunch of sweating and hauling, Matsuri finally did it, he now officially lives in Tokyo as a rising political figure. After years of struggling, he's managed to pull himself out of the debris and start anew. He smiled confidently to himself as he looked down the busy streets of downtown Tokyo from his penthouse window. This was the grand life.

The majority of the boxes he had hadn't been opened yet, aside from his furniture, which has been moved in and arranged, he was still not done. But that didn't matter right now, he felt like there was nothing he wasn't able to overcome in the next few years. At that moment, Matsuri knew that he was going to make a big impact on the citizens of Japan.

Oh how right he had been.

Opening the first box of many, Matsuri began to take out and place the pictures and items on the table to make the penthouse look homier and less empty. He then came to the picture of the dragon named Azulongmon. He stood up and wiped the rest of the dust off the picture before placing it on the table by the glass wall looking out at downtown Tokyo. Suddenly remembering the velvet box he had pocketed, Matsuri pulled it out and opened it, staring at the memorizing ruby pendant. That feeling he felt back at the house suddenly washed over him again. But this time the urge to take it was more demanding. How was his family able to get an heirloom this expensive? What happened to grandpa Kizuki? So many thoughts of his grandpa's story ran through his head as he placed down the case and removed the necklace from its resting place. His original thought was to buy the heirloom a new container and place it in his room as a reminder of his fond childhood memories, but right now, all he thought of was how good it was going to look around his neck. He unhooked the chain and wrapped it around his neck, fumbling over the lock from the lack of not putting on necklaces enough. Finally, after a minute, Matsuri finally chained it around his neck; he smiled proudly at his handiwork.

In an instant, the necklace shrunk to better fit his neck size, and a searing hot pain tore through the area where the gem was touching his skin. Matsuri yelled as he felt the heat rush up towards his body, not only was he feeling like his entire being was on fire; his head felt like it was going to explode. It felt as though another entity was forcing his consciousness out of existence. Matsuri collapsed on the floor, curled up in a fetal position. He was yelling, yet no one heard him. The pendent around his neck was glowing in and out. Every time the gem shone, Matsuri could feel his consciousness slipping from his body, it would falter in and out, pushing his mind away, and locking it up. Even through all the stabbing and tearing of his skin that Matsuri was feeling at the moment, his mind was able to think, but only one name came to his head as the pain intensified: Kizuki Hoshima.

Then finally, with one last blood-curling scream, the gem fully shone, the intensity blinding anyone who would have been unfortunate to be in the room. People from outside would have thought someone was having a massive party up top one of the most well known hotels in all of Tokyo. Matsuri's body was lifeless on the floor of his penthouse. His eyes were glazed over and wide open, as if he had just been kicked in the stomach. He had sweat pouring down from his body, the gem still gleaming brightly, as if it didn't care what happened to Matsuri's being. Suddenly, his body began shaking, going through convulsions and spasms, shaking uncontrollably. Finally, the politician's body shot up and got to its knees, looking as if some force was crawling its way out of the body through the esophagus.

Breathing heavily Matsuri stood up, dusted his clothes and looked around the penthouse, as if he was unfamiliar with its surroundings. Walking around the room, Matsuri dragged his fingers across the furniture, as if inspecting it for bad quality. He came to the window that overlooked Tokyo, unsure if he was going to fall off it or not. Realizing it was a window; Matsuri looked down, his face going from a frown to a sinister smile.

"How perfect, he's even given me a grand view of the city." Matsuri said in not his voice, but a deeper and hoarser tone, one that should have belonged to a much older man.

Walking to the nearest mirror in the room; which was a vanity table used to hold pictures of his parents; Matsuri looked at his reflection in the mirror. His used to be clean hair was now a wreck because of the tossing the body had done on the floor. His eyes had dark bags under it, making his face look old and aged, while his actual eyes held a deep abyss that would make a grown man shudder under its gaze. He smiled wickedly, showing that he was pleased with this appearance.

"One more thing to try out." He said to himself.

Quickly closing his eyes, he focused on gathering up his powers. Being 100 years out of practice and trapped inside that god forsaken pendant, Kizuki Hoshima wasn't complaining that he was rusty in controlling the shadow forces. Kizuki is Matsuri's great great great great grandfather, whose soul was inside the ruby heirloom that has been handed down to each Hoshima since then. Kizuki also had another title, that was, the Ancient Digidestined of Shadows. The shadows crawled towards the digidestined and ran up his body where it took the form of various plates and armor around the body. However, upon inspecting the extent of his abilities, Kizuki found that he was not able to hold the armor in position, as it faded in and out. If only his beloved digimon was here, then he would regain his full power and use his great grandson's influence to start his reign of terror across Japan and then, the world.

Walking over to the table by the window, Kizuki picked up the framed picture of Azulongmon. Caressing the image, Kizuki's mind was brought up to the time when he was still a young child, being sucked into the digital gate along with 4 others like him. It was there that they became friends and shared a journey together with their partners called digimon. How at the end, they knew that they had to seal up the gate, using their Ancient powers. The 10 of them were called heroes of their time, saving the digital world and unlocking the deep dormant powers that have been locked up since the beginning of the digital world. Shadow, Time, Heaven, Will and Emotion; along with their digimon, the humans sealed up the gate on the human side while their partners sealed it up in the digital world. Their partners would become the Digital Sovereigns while the others would grow and live until they would die and their powers become one with the digital world.

"I had other plans, with these powers; we would have been able to rule over both dimensions. But no one was with me, and one Ancient Digidestined wasn't enough to take on 4 others. But now, since I'm the only Ancient Digidestined left, there's no one else to try to stop me, I'll make my dream a reality. But first, I need and old friend to help me out." Kizuki said gazing at the frame again.

"Azulongmon my friend, I think it's time for a little reunion."

A/N: Gah! i hope it was okay, please R&R. You can be brutal, if i need to change in anything please tell me so i know what to do! I know that it's a Digimon fanfic and trust me when I say there will be familiar Digidestined in this story! Remember that it is only a prologue and i needed a little foreplay in the story for you to understand the rest of the story!