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.

One Day At A Time

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, of course. Just a few Digimon CDs and some color markers. Not even the CD player is mine. Heh...

Author's Note/Warning: This is Tamers AU with lots of TakatoxJenrya shounen-ai (possibly yaoi in the future) fluff. Don't like it, don't read it. It's that simple. Also, I have not seen all of the Tamers season, and only the English version for that matter. The information I have is from websites and... some is just made up. AU, people, it is AU! Furthermore, encouraging reviews would be greatly appreciated, while flames will just injure my already crumbling self-esteem. Be nice to me, please. I'm not even sure if I'll continue this... It just came up as an idea so... If you want me to continue, please let me know! The rating will most likely go up as the story progresses. So, with that said... Read and enjoy! – Rebecca Lyn/Daisuke Anarie

West Shinjuku High. No, it didn't seem ominous; it was just first day jitters. It was his first day at school and his third day in West Shinjuku total. And it was January, right in the middle of the school year, beginning at the second semester. So not only did he feel like he didn't belong, but like an intruder to routine. It unnerved him a bit, but he knew that he'd only have to take it one day at a time. It wasn't even official that they were there to stay for good. But who knew?

Lee Jianliang, in Japan to be known as Jenrya, or maybe just Lee, stared at the school gates, silently debating if he should go ahead and walk in or wait till someone found him. After a few minutes, he decided the former idea was probably the best. He didn't want to make a scene.

So, with that in mind, he pushed himself past the metal bars of the gates and into an immense mass of students. The first thing that Jenrya noticed was how loud everyone was; second, was the disorganization of the students; third... the behavior. Everywhere around him, someone was causing some sort of mischief, violence, or trouble. Bullies were picking on other kids, students spoke dirty with inappropriate gestures, and some, he heard, were plotting against the teachers. Thank God that they had to wear uniforms, or there would be even more inappropriate behavior. There were a few small groups of students that just minded their own business, observing the chaos like him, and stayed out of trouble.

It would be very easy to find yourself in the wrong crowd, he concluded moments later, and being in the wrong crowd was something he did not see enjoyable. At the previous schools he had been to briefly, he had seen many things that a kid should not have seen. The majority of it made him sick and disgusted, while the rest just scared him. How could kids be so out of control?

He kept himself in line. He did what he was told – and did it quickly, too. He obeyed rules set up by his parents and teachers and every other elder that was in his life. He didn't start fights, nor did he get involved in them. He didn't speak rudely and he did his best to not be rebellious in hard situations. He was never caught with an illegal drug or something that was hazardous to a person's health and safety – he never even thought about possessing something of that sort and stayed away from the people who did. Overall, he was that rare goody-goody in school, at home, in town, everywhere. You didn't run into many of those types, now, did you?

Or maybe... he was afraid to mess up, to do something wrong. He strived for the approval of his peers and elders, sometimes even from youngsters that really didn't care at all. Was someone always watching him, every step he took? Were they judging him at whatever he did? Okay, so he was a bit paranoid about those issues, but no one really realized that. He was very subtle about his feelings. In some ways, he was fragile, so he kept himself emotionally closed around most people, only sometimes opening up to his family. But his thoughts and feelings were much more complex than that... A confusing world of negative and positive, dark and light, good and evil... No one would find that out, though, of course.

His steel gray eyes moved over the crowds as he tangled the fingers on his left hand in his blue hair out of nervous habit. He was kind of on the tall side, so looking around wasn't much of a problem. His caramel-colored skin was a bit darker than usual, probably because of the embarrassment of not feeling that he fit in well enough and just the whole awkwardness of it all. He sighed heavily; there weren't any isolated spots he could hide himself in – those were all taken, making them not so isolated anymore. He wasn't quite sure he was ready to socialize with some unknown group of friends that he knew nothing about. So...

Hanging by himself, it was. He didn't have much of a problem with that, although he did get lonely. He was a human, after all.

Jenrya loosened the grip he had on his hair to smooth it out a little, and then let his hand drop back to his side. He made his way over to a small leafless tree slowly and silently, as if wanting to go by unnoticed. He kept his eyes set on his destination; he had been self-taught not to look down at his feet when he walked. That would make him look less confident and unsure, afraid even. Meet the world in the face, head to head.

However, he came very close to meeting a flying math book in the face. He had his quick reflexes to thank as he jumped back and out of the path of the book. He blinked owlishly at the sudden event and stopped walking to look at the mistreated item, then in the direction it had been thrown from. He was surprised to see a boy his age running towards him, appearing distressed.

"Gomen nasai," the boy gasped out as he stooped down to pick up the book. "I'm really sorry about that, honestly, I am." He shook his head, obviously mentally berating himself, and held the book to his chest, almost protectively.

Jenrya only took a few seconds to make a note of the boy's appearance. He had messy honey brown hair, bright cinnamon eyes, fair-colored skin, and... he bit back a snigger... ridiculously large yellow goggles atop his head. Didn't that go completely against the school's dress code? He shrugged off the thought, almost deciding that it was cute, and then nodded in dismissal. He didn't really want to know why the book had been thrown in the first place. "It's alright. There was no harm done... although your book might've been less fortunate," he replied nonchalantly.

The boy smiled at the response, looking relieved. "Yes, probably... Ah, well, thanks."

Jenrya was about to ask why, but he didn't get the chance as the other male took off in the way he came. Odd, he thought, then shook his head. He didn't really need to worry about it... But it had been his first real contact with someone at the school... That counted as something, right? He closed his eyes briefly, the image of the boy flashing in his mind, and smiled ever so slightly. Maybe... they could be friends...? He honestly would've liked that. The boy seemed pleasant and kind, very likeable. He knew appearances could be deceiving... but this one was genuine... hopefully.

If luck goes my way, maybe I'll see him again... Maybe...