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Chapter 2: Found Out

The angry mob closed in on them, causing them to huddle and prepare to be attacked. They heard sirens... the police were coming. The sirens grew louder, causing everyone, yes, even the mob to tense and freeze. The cop cars pushed through the crowd, leaving openings in the once closed circle.

'We could run...' Takuya thoughty. 'But if we do, they'll think we really are criminals... but if we stay... there's no telling what could happen. There's always the chance we could get away...'

"RUN!" Takuya finally decided. With out hesitation, the gang turned in random directions and ran.

"STOP! IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!" one of the cops called. CHA! Like they were going to stop. All the guys made it through, although, Izumi had tripped over someone's foot and couldn't stand very quickly due to her skirt. Therefore, she was caught.

"HELP!" she screamed to them. The crowd began to collapse on her, grabbing at her, holding her down.

"IZUMI!" both Kouji and Takuya called. The ran back as fast as they could. As the saying goes, never leave a man behind, even it it's not a man! Ok, so I added the last part... They fought through the crowd, eventually making their way through to Izumi. Now the problem was getting her out... The guys grabbed her arms and pulled her out of the crowd as painlessly as possible. Once out, Takuya threw Izumi over his shoulder as he and Kouji took off again.

"TAKUYA!" Izumi protested.

"No offense Izumi, but we don't know if you're hurt or not, and you don't run very well in a skirt," Takuya explained as he continued to run. Izumi just 'hmphed'.


Eventually, the caught up to the others who were hiding in a warehouse they called their 'get away'. They often went there when things got out of hand at home, which quite frequently happened. Takuya and his brother, Shinya, always fought; Junpei's parents always bugged him to try harder when he was already giving as much as he could without collapsing; Izumi's parents fought with eachother; Kouichi's mother needed her 'alone time' every once in a while; Kouji's father was often drunk; and bullies somehow found they way to Tomoki's house once a day... (WOO! RUN ON SENTENCE THAT I DON'T FEEL LIKE FIXING!)

Yes, this was their get away, which is exactly where they needed to be now, away.

Takuya dropped Izumi disdainfully onto one of the large, brown, tattered couches that occupied the center of the large room, in an almost half circle. Takuya walked over to the mini-fridge that was on the other side of the large room. He kicked off his shoes onto a mat that was beside, walking on the dirty cement floor in his socks. Above them was a high pitched roof with many birds' nests hidden in the roof's support beams. Takuya walked back over to the half circle, which was the only part of the large room that had rugs on it. He fell onto one of the couches and popped open the tab on his soda can.

He stared at the foosball table. Normally, he or some one else would feel like playing it, but not right now. Instead, they all sat on the couches, all except Kouji who (or is it whom?) sat on the floor, waiting for someone to start talking. They all were, not wanting to be the first to bring up the subject.

Finally, Kouichi just about had it with the silence and asked what everyone was asking themselves, "What happened?"

"They turned on us..." his twin answered after a moment. He, Kouji,glared at the cement as though it was the cause of all their struggles at the moment.

"They thought we were the enemy," Izumi muttered.

"What now?" Tomoki asked. No one really wanted to know the answer to that. Instead, Junpei, who had remained fairly quiet, turned on the tv and began flipping through channels. He eventually settled on watching re-runs of the Blue Collar Comedy Tour.

At first, they just stared at the screen, but they eventually they calmed down enough to laugh at Tator Salad's "There's Your Sign" jokes. This comical relief made them temporarily forget the problem at hand.


The head of the FBILet's call him... I dunno... Bobsat at the end of a very long, sleek table in a very white room, staring at the large screen infront of him that replayed the events of that afternoon. He eventually paused the screen and pointed at our heros.

"Them. I want them to be brought in, alive... for now," he said with slight ugrency laced in his deep voice. His assistant looked up from whatever she was writing down to see whom he was talking about. She frowned at the sight on the screen.

"Them?" she questioned. "But they're just kids."

"They're just kids who turned into digital monsters," he added. His assistant frowned again.

"What?"

"Digital monsters!" He walked over to the screen, rewond (sp?) the video, then paused it. "Those!" He pointed to the screen with his pencil. "Ever since that incident 3 years ago when we saw that dragon, we have been researching. There is an entire world out there, inhabited by these horrid creatures. They've been trying to break through the barriers betweenour worlds for centries, and recently, they've been able to. Thing is..." he paused as he returned to his seat, lacing his fingers in between the others, "we don't know how to stop them... They're powerful... they could trample entire countries in a day's time, and we don't know how to stop them." He began playing the tape from where he had paused it, watching carefully. Then he saw Kumamon freeze the Golemon's feet. It clicked. He rewond the video again to watch it. He gasped in his realization.

"Bob?" his assistant questioned.

"That's it!"

"W-wha? What's it?"

He smirked. "We'll freeze them..."

KJ signing off! Well, well... how was that? Hm? HM? ANSWER ME DAMNIT! O.o;; :blush: Errr... just... review please... OH! And the next chappie is going to skip to la futura! I have no idea if that is actually how it's said in spanish, but oh well.