A/N: I forgot to mention this earlier; the title of the story is taken from a New Pornographer's song.

I also forgot to mention the fact that I'm sorry for adding an OC. But when it happens, it happens and I had the idea. I'll hopefully be able to explain why later, as the story progresses. Oh, and I'm also keeping Kouji's name as that spelling but giving everyone else their English name's; there's no reason, I just decided to do that…

I hope you enjoy this next chapter! Oh, I'm still looking for a beta reader.

Disclaimer: What do you mean, I don't own Digimon? Of course I do!!! How dare you tell me otherwise??? Oh wait… I really don't… But can't we pretend? At least let me have Kouji! And maybe Matt…

A group of five young adults fell to the ground, groaning; each of them held a D-Tector in their hand. For a moment, none of them moved but then gradually they each sat up, each of them glaring at the beast overshadowing them. With determination visible on each of their faces, they all stood up and hit a button on their digital device. And, in mere moments, where they had stood now stood five warrior's, five fearsome warriors who were ready to fight even if it meant being beaten, just because they knew that they had to fight for the survival of their Digital World.

With a gasp, Kouji woke up, nearly weeping at the fact that it was, yet again, some time before his alarm clock would go off. Was he not allowed to get a good amount of sleep anymore? He lay in bed for a few moments, trying to recall his dream. He did so, but he found that he could only recall one of the five faces; Nadia's. What in the world had she been doing there? Besides transforming into… Well, a Digimon. Propping himself up against his pillows, Kouji looked out the window by his bed and tried to see Nadia's house. He couldn't; but he knew that she was there and he knew that the vision of seeing her turn into a creature not unlike his own form, in the way that she had turned into a great warrior, would not quickly disappear from his mind.

Entering school the next day, Kouji was quite unsure what to expect. Was he to face Nadia and demand an explanation? Should he discuss it with everyone else first? And why was he having those dreams? Ugh… This was extremely frustrating. He was half tempted to call Kouichi, but then again, this brother thing was so new to him. What if Kouichi didn't want to listen to his worries? He'd hate to impose on him… Oh well, he'd just have to sort this out himself.

As he headed to his locker and fumbled with the combination lock, Kouji sighed softly. He had a headache and it wasn't even ten in the morning yet. Oh joy… And he was about to half to deal with Tekuya and Zoë's never-ending bickering. As if on cue, the two entered Kouji's vision and Zoë leaned against the locker next to Kouji's before demanding, "you know I was in the bath last night when my phone started to ring? I thought it was something urgent? Saying that a digimon is in the real world and then rescinding the message with some babble is just cruel! I had shampoo in my hair when I started throwing on clothes to go after you before you did something stupid. Do you know-" The blond may have ranted for hours had not Tekuya clamped a hand over her mouth. She continued speaking for a moment and finally stopped her chattering when she saw why Tekuya had done that. A classmate had overheard what Zoë was saying and was very confused.

As Zoë tried to explain to the girl that she was rehearsing for a play in which she was involved, Takuya rolled his eyes and turned to Kouji, "were either of your messages true?" A question, which, at first, Kouji wasn't sure whether or not, it was serious. Was Takuya really asking him if he had been serious? Dear lord! His middle name was Severity! Well, not actually but it could have been! Takuya was the joker in their little potpourri of friends. Well no, that wasn't true either; J.P was. Takuya's little jokes tended to just be results of his stupidity rather than trickery. Nevertheless, Kouji was still offended. But he was used to Takuya by now so he didn't take it that personally. Takuya was just acting thickheaded, so the was, by definition, normal.

Kouji did roll his eyes however and cross his arms before responding. "I meant every word I said-typed. Whatever. Anyway, I meant it and when Zoë's done telling the entire world about her little 'play', I'll let you both in on it. Do you know if you're going to see J.P or Tommy today?" After all, Takuya did live closer to the two of them than Kouji did. Kouji lived in a completely different neighborhood. But then, thinking about it, he should just ask Zoë to tell J.P as she lived only a block away from him. Oh, how she'd hate that… "Anyway," the black-haired boy continued, glancing at his watch and realizing that there were only a few moments before class began, "I'll tell you too during lunch, alright?" And then, as prompt as always, the bell rung signaling to the boys that they each had to head to their specific class.

Heading to Math and glancing around to see if Zoë was approaching for she was in the same class but she was still talking with the other student. That poor student would have their ears talked off and be late for class due to the Warrior of Wind. Huh… That must be it. She's so windy when talking so that must have been the reason for her gaining that power last year! The thought made Kouji grin as he took his seat at the back of the class besides the window. While he was an exemplary student, Kouji did enjoy sitting where the sun shined. He was the Warrior of Light, after all. He sat at a two-person class but due to the fact that he spoke to hardly anyone other than Zoë and Takuya, nobody sat next to him. Or at least, they didn't until his new neighbor sat down besides him, pulled out a notebook and sat there, twirling a pen in between her fingers, as she waited for class to begin, not uttering a single word to Kouji.

The boy stared at her in disbelief. Was she serious? Nobody sat next to him for a reason other than the fact that he wasn't the most talkative person in the world; he didn't like sitting next to most people. "Are you lost?" he asked rather rudely, being a bit ruder than he generally was due to the fact that this girl had been extremely rude the night before. The blond turned her brown eyes to him for a moment but said nothing and then turned her eyes to the door, watching for the teacher's entrance. "Look, there are other seats in the room open. Go sit by Naru or Daisuke – they both have seats open next to them." Ugh… He didn't want to have to deal with her now; it was bad enough that he was dreaming about her but having to actually talk to a girl who was probably the only person who matched his moodiness? That was pure torture. He liked being the sole irritable person in his group of friends. Takuya was the semi-leader and the foolish but fun one; J.P was the jokester and, surprisingly, loyal; Zoë was the peacemaker (when she wasn't causing the problem) and she kept the rest of them in line; Tommy was the baby (although Kouji would never let him hear that) who everyone else in the group protected; Kouichi was… Well, his brother – the lighter (despite his Spirit), more carefree version of Kouji. How ironic; the twin with the perfect life of a good suburban life was the slightly dark one while the other one who grew up struggling to survive in the modern world with his single mother was the lighter of the two. Wonder what a psychologist would say about that…

As Kouji mused, Nadia continued to watch the door. After several moments of the teacher not entering the room (nor had Zoë, for that matter) and other students starting to move around, Nadia turned back towards Kouji, whom was still waiting for her answer. But she never did answer his question, instead, she merely demanded of him. "Look," she said firmly, "last night, what you saw, forget about it." She paused for a moment, as if recalling something and then added, "but, then again, you said something last night…what do you know about Digimon?" She said this all without any inflection of tone; it was as if she had no tone of voice. It was just… Flat. Yet Kouji could tell when someone was demanding something from him and he hated when people ordered him to do things. He was his own master, not anybody's slave.

Glancing at the door in order to make sure that the teacher wasn't walking in and about to spot him talking and then taking another glance to make sure that nobody was in hearing distance, Kouji opened his mouth. "That is none of your business. At least not until you tell me what you know about them. And why you let one into the real world." Upon his words entering her ears, Nadia's eyes opened wide and she opened her mouth to mouth her oppositions to his words. But then the teacher walked in with a morose-looking Zoë walking slowly behind him. As the teacher started to teach, Kouji couldn't help but shaking his head; Zoë had detention, yet another, for talking in the halls during class. As he started to take notes, Kouji watched a small slip of paper edged closer to his notebook. Glancing down at the note, he read: Look, it's a long story and I'm not about to spill everything to you. What do you know about Digimon?

Well, of course he had to respond to that. The first break in the teacher's lecture, when he decided to tell everyone about how his son had learned how to throw a ball the day before, Kouji wrote back a response: I know enough to know that they're not supposed to be here. Why did you let this one in?

-I didn't. You saw me! I was as shocked as you were to see one jump out my window. I had to sleep on the couch last night due to it coming out of my room. Luckily my aunt just assumed that the 'animal' had broken it. How's your mother? Upon seeing that last sentence, Kouji was a bit surprised; she was asking about his step-mother? He would never expect someone like her to do that.

- My step-mother is fine; she just was a bit surprised. Fine, so the Digimon… What? Escaped from your computer. Please, even I know Digimon, while Digital, do not go anywhere via a computer! When the note reached Nadia's eyes, she turned to look at Kouji with an incredulous look on her face. "Then how do they get here? They hail a cab?" she muttered sarcastically.

It was Kouji's turn to look at her strangely. "No… A train. Or a rip in time. God, how in the world don't you know that?" Nadia opened her mouth to speak when a ball of crumpled paper flew in the direction of the two.

"If you two don't shut up and copy down these equations, you'll end up like Orimoto here in detention," the teacher said, causing both Kouji and Nadia to promptly start to write, giving them each of them some time to think, each of them wondering the same thing; the other one was making that up, right?
The two didn't have a class again until English in the afternoon so Kouji couldn't further their little discussion, however lunch did occur and Kouji met with Zoë and Takuya, both of whom were curious to hear what he had to say. As Kouji joined the two at a table, they both started demanding, yet again, to know what his texts had been about the night before. When he finally got them to stop talking (by offering them each some of his lunch, knowing that the only way to silence them was to have food in their mouths), he spoke: "Look, I wasn't lying last night. There was a Digimon. A… Grottomon, I think she called it. Kinda looked like a mini Grumblemon, although much easier to defeat it seems."

"Wait, who is 'she'?" Takuya asked after swallowing what had been in his mouth. "The Grottomon's a she?" Kouji felt like banging his head against the table.

"Let me finish!" he berated Takuya. "The 'she' who I mentioned is Nadia. The new girl," he added, just to make sure the two knew whom he was discussing. After all, maybe they didn't know her name. "She lives right next door to me and my family went to her house to eat dinner last night. And the Grottomon appeared from her computer, it seems, yeah, I know it's odd, and she chased after it. And destroyed it with a boy and arrow."

"A bow and arrow defeated a digimon?" Zoë asked, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Kouji. No Digimon, not even a… Koromon could be defeated with a bow and arrow! At least not non-digital ones!" As her voice rose slightly, Zoe cringed. Hopefully nobody had heard her; they would think that she was insane!

"I'm not lying," Kouji said sternly. "Look, I'm going to ask Nadia about it a bit later if I can get a chance. If not… Well, I'll get it out of her somehow." Because it wasn't as if she were a cold ice queen who was filled with rage while being frigid all at the same time or anything… Oh wait… that was precisely how it was! Kouji sighed softly as he listened with half an ear to Takuya come up with odd explanations for how a digimon had come into the world and had not caused the destruction of the Human World.
As Nadia sat on the roof, letting the sun shine down on her, she leaned her head against a wall and thought about her first class of the day. She had expected that Kouji would just forget about it and she would just stop any further invasions. But he had wanted to know what the Digimon was doing there. Augh… She had so been hoping that he would just leave it be. She didn't want to have to explain. And then, of course, it seems that he had some ideas about Digimon. But really, how in the world would a Digimon get to the human world if not for a computer? How in the world would a human get to the Digital world if not for a computer? Whoever had informed him about the Digital World had been gravely mistaken.

But then that brought up the question in the girls mind; who had told Kouji about the Digital World? How or, more importantly, why did he know about Digimon? She knew that none of the rest of the Myth Warriors had told him. Even when they had been alive. The thought caused Nadia to cringe slightly as she held back the tears. Oh God… Why was she alive? Why weren't they? She hated this… She couldn't even bring herself to draw anymore. She hadn't gone into the Digital World since then. All she had done was move halfway across the world, distance herself from her favorite person in the world, because Aunt Sora was in danger if any Digimon did come into the world looking for Nadia, and spend her spare time lying on her bed, listening to music or off in the nearby park shooting arrows at trees. She had been secretly thrilled the night before when the Grottomon had arrived; she was finally doing something without having to enter the Digital World without anybody else. How she would hate that… Which was, in fact, the reason behind her vow to never enter the Digital World again. It would be too painful. Having everyone die in the real world was enough; noting their absence in the Digital World would be torture. And Nadia was no sadist. So, she would merely stay away from the Digital World.

Removing the gray baseball cap, which she had worn that day from her hair, Nadia ran a hand through the blond locks and sighed, yet again. She wanted to talk to someone. But nobody would understand what was going on. She needed someone who knew what was going on to talk to. But everyone who knew what, or rather, who she was happened to be dead. They had died in a fire, which she had somehow survived. Why? It wasn't as if she had the ability to control fire or anything! Well, she had some ability to control something's but not fire. Anyway, it wasn't as if it mattered why she survived. The fact was that they hadn't and she was alone. Pulling her legs to her chest, Nadia rested her chin on her knees, looking at the aerial view of the city in front of her. Nothing like New York City; there was the noise of a city but it wasn't The City. But perhaps that was a good thing; being in The City and having to attend school without them and visit all of the places she tended to hang out or shop at alone? That too would be torture. That had been the only reason she had moved in with Aunt Sora. After all, she could technically live on her own. But she had wanted to leave. And there was a small part of her mind that feared what she would have done had she had nobody watching out for her. Artists weren't exactly the best people to leave alone…

Thinking about that caused the girl to close her brown eyes, as if in pain. Standing up from her seat, she walked over to the rail of the roof and leaned against it, raising her face to the sun and then lowering it. The sun was no longer her friend. She wanted to hide from the light, as if unworthy of it. All of her paintings and drawings had always dealt with luminous scenes or Digimon (generally both, actually) and now… Now she had neither of those things.

Hearing a sudden noise behind her, Nadia turned around rapidly and was surprised to see someone standing in the doorway, which led up to the roof. "I hope you don't mind, I saw you from the ground," Kouji Minamoto explained. "We need to talk. Not write."

All of the emotions that Nadia had been feeling up until the point of seeing his face fled. Now all she had was the irritation of someone who thought that he knew what the Digital World was when he most obviously did not. Trains to the Digiworld. HAH! Crossing her arms, Nadia just said coolly, "there's nothing to discuss. You obviously found out somehow about the Digiworld but that's none of your business. Digimon won't be a problem around here anymore." She would, at the very least, stop them here in the Real World before someone else spotted them.

Kouji clenched his fists slightly, trying to restrain himself from lashing out. He really had to know what she knew! If more Digimon were going to come, he and the others would have to find a way to activate the Spirits! But only Ophanimon could do that. Suddenly, something clicked in his mind. "Take me to Ophanimon then," he demanded.

Brown eyes blinked once. And then twice. "What are you talking about?" the girl asked, honestly confused. Kouji stared at her blankly for a moment and tried to think. That was a picture of Ophanimon, right? He hadn't just hallucinated? No… He had been pretty sure that it hadn't just been an angel or anything. That had been Ophanimon.

"The picture. I know you made it. So you must know or have met Ophanimon. I need to speak to her," Kouji said, trying to keep his irritation in check. Did this girl just not get it or was there a reason behind the fact that she was so closed mouth? But then again, if someone started asking me about Digimon and we had different views on it, then I would probably doubt them too… I mean, really, who ever heard of someone fitting through a computer? Maybe she's confused or something…

Nadia frowned, "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. That picture is just a painting of an angel. Not a digimon, and I'm guessing from the name that you're talking about a digimon. If I did somehow paint a digimon that I've never met, then I didn't know a bout it. Ophanimon, you say? She's beautiful…" Thinking about it for a moment, Nadia wondered where the image had come from if not from her imagination. She was sure that she had never met any Ophanimon. "But why do you want to meet her?"

Kouji paused, wondering whether he should tell her about the D-Tectors and the spirits or not. But then he remembered something from his dreams. "You have a rust and orange colored D-Tector." It wasn't a question; that much was clear to the girl. He was stating a fact. A fact that had happened to shock her. How in the world had he known about that?

He knows more than I thought… Nadia thought, a bit worried by the idea. How in the world did he know so much? After a moment or so, Nadia finally nodded. Her hand started to move to her pant pockets to get it but then she remembered that she had left it in the bottom drawer of her desk and so stopped. "How did you know that?" she demanded finally. "No, you know what, I don't care. So what if I do?"

"I need to get mine," Kouji said simply. "If there are going to be more Digimon here, I don't want to leave the world protected only by a girl and her bow and arrow. I'll be able to stop them." As he spoke, the wind rustled slightly and the bell chimed, ringing in the doorway which Kouji stood in. Neither the boy nor the girl moved.

Sure of himself, isn't he? Nadia thought wryly. "Well, I don't know how to help you get yours. But I do know that we had better get to class so move aside," she said in a slightly irritated tone, motioning with her hand for him to move. Why did he know so much? She wanted to forget about the Digiworld! Not open another stream of questions involved with it!

Walking towards Kouji, she shuffled passed him down the staircase back into the school and, as he followed, she reached the bottom of it and turned around. "Don't worry about me handling the Digimon. There's more than meets the eye." And then, she hurried to her next class.

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Sin