Redvind: It's been a while. Even though I make the chapter shorter than other stories, it still takes time longer than I expected. I feel so sad.

Koromon: It was a wonder, though, that you could get through all works you've gotten. But be careful, because more work still coming. singing

Redvind: If you can say that, why don't you help me write any?

Koromon: Sorry, buddy. I have no hands. /bounding/ but I do the disclaimer: when Red ruled over the world, there would be lots and lots of Taichi and Yamato plushie/bounding out of the scene happily/

Chapter 1: Mystery Girl

People went crazy. Their bodies beat with the music and their throat burnt with hot screaming. The heat was rising within every minute as if to melt the building down. The sight was like a mirage dancing in the desert. So unreal. Like they were somewhere between heaven and hell, not knowing where exactly to go but got struck in here. The souls were laughing. Their voices were swallowed into the background as no one could tell the different between hearing and being deaf in here. They were living, moving, enjoying.

All except one.

Or maybe two.

Taichi looked to his side, frowning. There was a girl standing with her calm face, stayed still, motionless. The expression that should not belong to the place where crazy things could happen.

Something about her wasn't right.

She dressed in black, all black from head to toe, like many others, but her clothes were so plain with none of accessories appeared on them that reminded him of the simple wears to funerals. Once in a while she would look up at the stage, now that the Teenage Wolves was playing, her expression unchanged, then looked down again as if thinking of something she didn't want to, like she'd rather be else where yet she had to be here.

The brunet's frown deepened. Next song started, people began to scream. A group of crowd rushing to the front blocked the path, making him lost sight of her. And when everything was settled and clear again, much to his confused mind, the girl was already gone.

Still, whatever impossibility that had happened, time kept going.

The concert was over. People, mostly the stuffs and the bands and their very close friends, were gathering at the backstage, doing a little celebrating on their own.

"CHEER!"

The sound erupted as everybody in the Teenage Wolves private room clinked cans of various kinds of soda. Their faces were grinning almost ear to ear, guaranteeing the good mood. The room never lacked of happy voices for a second.

"You guys are great!"

"Definitely!"

Even though they were just a debut, this concert was the first stage for the Teenage Wolves and a big step for their musical career. Everyone couldn't help but be happy for them. Both Daisuke and Miyako congratulated the Teenage Wolves' members, like, the tenth times already since they'd entered the room. Anyway, Akira, the guitarist, would bow his head as if modestly every time anyone said that and they would laugh more.

The only one that hadn't uttered a word was Taichi.

The brunet kept silence and looked deeply in thought ever since before the concert was finished. So lost in his mind that he couldn't explain. But that girl kept repeating herself and it struck him. Something about her, like, the sense of non-existence….

He just wanted to know why.

"Oi, Taichi!"

"Hmm?" said brunet startled as he was called, the puzzled look written all over. He blinked and even more confused when everybody started to crack up.

"What?" he asked.

Yamato said mockingly. "Yeah, after we had worked so hard that was all our best friend would ever say. I feel so loved."

Frown deepening, Taichi crossed his arms as if he didn't understand what the blonde said. Then he looked around, observing where he was and noticed that everybody else were trying to hold back laughter with their mount twisted or covered by hand while his best friend had a scowl on his hansom's face. It took a while before the surrounding sank in and the brunet opened his mouth wide in the shape of "O".

"Great job, Yamato!" Taichi hurriedly said with all cheerfulness. "I think you absolutely rocked the world!"

His best friend snorted. "Like you totally listened to our music. I'd seen you from the stage, you know."

The brunet winced. Well, maybe he didn't pay much attention to the concert like he should do, but he did see the reaction of craziness the crowd got…so he wasn't lying, right? And he wasn't going to doubt Yamato's eagle's eyes' ability—he could actually distinguish people's face and spot his friends easily. Taichi grinned apologetically at the blonde.

"What?!" exclaimed Daisuke. "You didn't listen? What were you doing?"

It was Akira who answered with a big amused grin. "Checking out a girl, most likely."

At that, everybody gaped. Taichi? Checking out a girl? This shouldn't come out as a shock, but considering that Taichi, the-soccer-mania-is-my-life-and-I'm-going-to-marry-a-white-and-black-ball, never found any interest in girls before. It was quite a surprise.

"Really?" Daisuke and Miyako shouted.

"A bit hard to believe, isn't it?" Sora said.

"You've finally grown up, Taichi." Jyou commented.

"It's about time your hormone start operating functionally." Koushirou spoke quietly.

"Who is she, onii-chan?" Hikari determined to know.

"What's she like?" Takeru asked.

Taichi dodged all questions and glared at the guitarist who was now making a big announcer out of himself. "Quite a looker. Creamy white skin with a little makeup. Wearing tight red leather showing her big breasts. A boy's wet dream." He nodded in confirmation. The boys howled while Hikari and Sora glared sharply.

The brunet frowned. Something Akira said wasn't right. He lifted a hand to signal the room to listen to him. "What are you talking about? She didn't dress in red."

All eyes shot at him, wide and surprised.

"So you were really checking out a girl!"

Taichi sighed irritatedly. "First of all, I wasn't checking out girls. I just happened to catch her out of the crowd." Someone whistled. Taichi ignored it. "Second of all, suppose I was looking at her, she was wearing black."

The guitarist's eyebrow knotted. "But there's no girls in black standing on the direction you're looking."

The brunet's eyes widened. "Of course there was. She was there before I lost sight of her."

"No, there was not."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

Taichi wanted to question more, but Yutaka assured him. "Akira's right, Taichi. I saw you looking the other way, so I followed your glance to see what you're staring at. No girls in black standing there. I'm sure."

"They're right." Yamato said, backing them up.

The room felt strangely silent before someone assumed that it was probably the color spotlights in the concert that mixed up the color. Then the subject was dropped and a new one was started. Picking things up, they went for home.

And Taichi almost forgot about that girl. If only she didn't appear before him again in the future.

To be Continued….

Redvind: I think this chapter is a bit massy, but it covers almost everything to expect from it. Hope it's alright, though. I've never thought that writing a story that already has an ending would be hard like this…well, I know now.

Koromon: Mr. Review Button looks lonely. Pay him a visit, please.

Redvind&Koromon: See ya!