Jyou splashed his face with water as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. The fluorescent lights made him look more tired than he actually was, and he sighed. He had had a bit of a crazy day. All he wanted to do was relax, but for some reason he couldn't. The boy's body felt tense and he kept becoming dizzy over and over again for short periods of time.

After one more splash of water Jyou turned the faucet off and expected to watch the rest of the liquid fall down the drain. For some reason, though, the sink wasn't emptying as fast as it usually was. The boy groaned as he stuck his hand into the water and began to fumble with the drain, attempting to clear out whatever blockage he thought there was. When he felt nothing, he pulled his hand out and groaned again as he rolled up his soaking-wet sleeve.

"Great." He mumbled under his breath as his glasses fell crookedly down his nose. However, Jyou's frustration quickly turned to shock as he watched a string of water begin to rise from the flooded sink. It started slowly, moving a centimeter out of the water at a time. It twirled as it rose, and droplets of it broke off and began to float around the room by themselves.

Quickly, Jyou clenched is teeth together and let out a strained cry. "What? What is going on here!"

Jyou moved his hand away from the water, but the string of droplets followed it. More and more water rose from the sink until it stretched across to bathroom to where Jyou had run to. It twisted and twirled it's way over, letting more droplets break off from it as it grew. The target it aimed for seemed to be Jyou's pointer finger; as it got closer and closer to the boy, it tried to connect with it. However, Jyou would not allow it.

"Stop, stop, stop!" He shouted, acting scared of something he normally wouldn't be scared of.

"What's going on in there?" A voice asked from the other side of the door. A few knocks followed, along with some more words Jyou couldn't make out.

"Nothing Mom!" The boy cried, simply hoping that his mother wouldn't come into the bathroom. She had a weaker heart than her son; the fights with digimon nearly made her ill. Jyou knew she wouldn't be able to handle this. However, the boy heard the doorknob twist and the door creak open.

"Shit!" Jyou muttered under his breath. However, just before his mother stepped into the room, the now-large string of water fell to the ground with a splash, creating puddles everywhere.

"Oh, Jyou!" The woman cried, "Look at this mess!"

The boy looked around him at a complete loss for words. He could only stutter as his mother glared at him.

Taichi stared at the monster, still wearing a look of determination on his face. Sure, whoever he was, he was still holding a giant fireball in his hand, but that was no reason to fret, right? After all, he had to be brave for Sora, too. The boy clenched his fists as he looked around for something, anything to help him.

The monster pulled back his hand, preparing to attack.

"Taichi!" Sora cried, grabbing the boy's attention.

He turned to look at her, but there was nothing there.

He was stunned. "S-sora..?" Wide-eyed, he spun around in a circle, desperately trying to find her. He was about to turn to the monster and demand to know what he had done to her, but when he faced the creature, the boy realized he had the same look of confusion.

"Where'd she go!" His voice boomed.

"I-I don't know!" The boy exclaimed. He spun around once more, just to make sure the girl hadn't dashed off into a hiding spot without him. He bit his lip as he looked back at the monster. "Sora..."

The boy wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead, but it did no use. More came. He felt as if he were going to pass out any moment, but he knew he couldn't. His vision became hazy and his skin felt like it was crawling with little droplets of moisture, however, Taichi fought to stay alert. He couldn't simply give in to whatever evil he was facing. He watched in a daze as the villain formed another fireball in his hand, but this time wasting less time. 'Shit.' Taichi thought to himself. 'Shit, shit, shit. Sora, this is the worst time to abandon me!'

Sora stared at the boy. She had given up trying to get his attention. Whatever had happened to her before, she knew it happened again. No one could hear her, no one could see her, but most importantly, the giant, trench-coat wearing monster couldn't aim a ball of fire at her. However, her absence simply made Taichi a bigger target. The girl watched as the monster formed another ball of fire in his palm and aimed at the boy. Sora, without thinking, and without much time to plan, ran straight at the monster and shoved his arm, causing the fireball to go incredibly off-course.

"What the hell was that?" He cried as he looked at the giant hole that had been burned into the side of a nearby building.

Whatever it was, Taichi knew it gave him a chance. He would not run, he knew that. He was never one to run. A feeling of strength came over the boys body, and instead of running away, it caused him to run straight at the creature in front of him. The boy let out a giant cry as he pounded a single fist into the digimon's giant body. The monster smirked until he felt the impact. The boy's force sent him flying backwards into a streetlight, which he in turn knocked over.

Now, Taichi knew, was the time to get away. He settled himself by believing that he had momentarily beaten the monster, which gave him a reason to leave. He wasn't running, no.

The boy dashed, though, so the monster would be unable to follow him once it regained consciousness. As he ran, he had one single thought on his mind: 'What in the name of blazing hell was that?'

Sora ran besides the boy, although still unable to get his attention. She waved at him, she shouted at him, but nothing worked. After they had gotten far enough away from the monster, she wondered if he would be able to feel her. Once the boy slowed down, she stuck a foot out in front of his leg, causing him to trip. he fell easily onto the ground, and proceeded to freak out as he felt invisible hands on the side of his leg.

"Hey!" He shouted at the being he could not see. "What's going on? Who are you!" However, for the amount of bravery he put into his words, he couldn't bring himself to move. He simply lay sprawled across the ground as he felt a hand go into his pocket and grab his phone. "Hey! That's mine!"

Taichi wasn't sure, but he swore he could have felt something smack him on the back of the head. However, he could pay no attention to that. In front of him, it appeared as if his cell-phone was hovering in mid-air. It opened by itself and the screen lit up. Buttons on it were being pressed, but nothing was there to press it. The boy stared with his mouth wide open. Now he was certain he couldn't move. His legs were frozen as he stared in awe at what was happening.

The notepad on his cellphone was opened and a message was being written on it. After a few moments, the device was shoved close to the boy's face so he could read what had been written. He squinted his eyes and slowly read the words out loud. "I'm right here. I'm Sora. I pushed his arm. I think I'm... invisible?"

Of course, Sora hadn't written as much emphasis on the word 'invisible'. Taichi was simply shocked. He stood up again and reached out to his cell phone. He felt it floating, but then he reached past it. He bit his lip once he felt the familiar form of a hand, and then the familiar form of a lower arm. "Sora?" He asked, forgetting he was unable to get a verbal answer.

The girl began speedily typing her next message on the phone before handing it back to the boy for good. "I don't know how to change back. Help me."

Taichi bit his lip as he closed his phone and put it back into his pocket. How was he supposed to help her? He couldn't even figure out what was wrong with him.

"Okay. Alright. Takeru, calm down. We'll figure this out." Hikari had placed the third cup of water in front of her friend and watched as he frantically gulped it down without stopping for a breath.

The boy slammed the glass back down onto the table and gripped it hard. "I can't stay like this forever Hikari. I miss being me and I've only been Yamato for an hour!"

Hikari smiled lightly at him. She wasn't sure if he would change back, but she couldn't let him know. After all, she was still able to hear other people's thoughts, and she desperately wanted that to stop.

'I can't be Yamato, I can't be Yamato, I can't be Yamato. Where will I go? I can't go home until I'm fixed. What will I tell mom? And my brother? He'll freak. He can't have a look-a-like.'

"Tell me again how to came to be like... this.." Hikari said, pushing the intruding thoughts out of her mind.

'I've said this a thousand times and it hasn't helped.'

"I was in the bathroom, and I got annoyed with my face. I went over to dry my hands, I came back, and I was Yamato." The boy said rather quickly.

"Are you sure you're not leaving out details?" The girl asked, trying not to show her aggravation at the thoughts she heard.

'How could I be leaving out details if I've repeated this so many times?'

"No, I don't think so."

"Well," Hikari began, "did you say anything? When you were picking at your face, did you say you wished you had different skin, something along those lines?"

"Now that you say it," Takeru responded, "I said I wanted to look like Yamato."

"I wished to look like Yamato.. yes! She's a genius!"

"Alright, Sora, we're almost there!"

Hikari furrowed her brow and wondered where the second round of thoughts had come from. She had gotten used to hearing Takeru's, but the new voice didn't sound like Takeru or Yamato. It sounded like.. Taichi. Before the girl could think about hiding her friend from her brother's, the front door flew open and Taichi came dashing inside. He glanced at the two sitting at the table, but appeared to not think anything of it. His face was red, like he had just been running, and he spoke like he was clearly out of breath.

"Oh.. Hikari... Yamato? Hi!"

Hikari waved, a look of confusion and dumbfoundedness plastered onto her face. Takeru, still resembling Yamato, put his head down on the kitchen table, as if that would make him disappear.

"Why is Yamato here? Whatever, I have bigger things to worry about."

The two watched as Taichi dashed inside his bedroom and quickly closed the door. However, right as it closed, a large thump could be heard.

"Taichi, you idiot!"

'Sora?' Hikari thought to herself. Why could she hear Sora?

Suddenly, the door was yanked back open and Taichi stood aside, muttering something like "Sorry Sora... Sorry.." under his breath. Hikari couldn't make it out, so with the same look of confusion left on her face, she went over to the front of the apartment and closed the door Taichi had left ajar.

'So this is the place..' A large man wearing a trench-coat thought to himself as he stared at the door. Above the doorbell, there was a sign that read 'Ishida'. Laughing quietly to himself, the man found the door to be unlocked and walked inside. He had the element of surprise on his side, and this time, nothing would get in his way.

-surflilu.