I Hate It

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon yadda yadda yadda please don't sue me blah blah blah enjoy!

AN: Hi, this is my first fic.......ever, so I hope you take your time to review!

~pansfinalfantasies~

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Yamato Ishida yawned. Great. Another day of school, can't I live in peace? He trudged toward his closet in search of the perfect outfit for his first day in a new school. Once dressed and ready, Matt hurried down to the kitchen in search of a quick meal.

"Whoa! What's the rush? If I'm not mistaken, school begins in less then 2 hours." Mr.Ishida greeted him looking up from the newspaper cluched in his hands.

"Humph." came a simple, meaningful reply.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today". in a voice dipped full of sarcasim, Mr.Ishida focused on his paper once again. Matt stumbled out the door not bothering to answer. Hands in his pockets, the 17-year-old boy stepped in pace to his heartbeat, the only sound that seperated quiet from silence. Minding his own business, Matt hung his head to stare at his feet.

"MOVE IT!" the sudden noise broke through the silence as Matt jerked his head toward the direction of the scream. Matt jumped at what he saw, as it was a boy about his age was heading his way atop of an out of control bike. As if on instinct, Matt stepped out of his way alowing the boy to freely crash into a nearby pole. It took a few minutes for the stranger to pull himself together, considering that he was now covered in dirt from the colision.

"Oh.........hey! Why'd ya do that? Now my mom's gonna kill me." The boy brushed some dirt off his left sleeve. Matt mentally took notes as he searched the boy from head to toe. Brown hair.................brown eyes....about 5"8'.....not bad looking.................did he comb his hair this morning?!

"Why did I do what?" Matt said, staring at him.

"Why did you move outta the way? If you hadn't, I woulda have had a much softer landin' and wouldn't be this dirty!" Matt lifted an eybrow. Red-faced and embarressed, the brown haired boy quickly attepted to cover up what he just said.

"Oh, sorry, how rude o' me, my name is Taichi, but many people called me Tai. Unlike some people who decides to use my full name when I'm in trouble, well, I'm not complainin'! It's their own goddamn fault! Those friggin' ditzs could see a genious if one was standin' right in fronta them............" Tai caught himself before he could go any farther. "Sorry, I was talkin' to myself again, I do that sometimes.....uh, so what's your name?" Tai extended a dust covered hand at him and gave a toothy grin. All Matt did was continue to stare at him.

"Yamato, Yamato Ishida. Call me Matt."

"C'mon, you new or somethin'? I know I've heard of that name before........Your that bass player in that band arn't you? The Teenage Wolves right? Oh, let's start walkin' the bus will come any minute. Wait until my sister sees ya, she is gonna be sooooooooo jealous when she meets ya, she's a big fan ya' know...................Oops, sorry...I'm doin' it again." Matt shrugged any begun to walk, half listening to Tai. He felt someones eyes on him, Matt turned around and came face-to-face with Tai, who was studying him as if he was some sort zoo animal. Tai gasped and pointed at him in realization.

"You- I know who you are now! Your Matt Ishida from the the digital world six years ago!"

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AN: Like it? Hate it? What?