Stranger Ishida: Ok, this is the 3rd part, where I start ruining the whole thing. From this point on the whole thing is ruined and I'll admit it. I don't want to ruin it, but I HAD to have a reason Anthony died so I figured I'd do it on the 3rd.

Anthony: That doesn't sound great.

Matt: No, it doesn't. Who are you torturing?

Stranger Ishida: This isn't meant to be mean!! I just kinda… put someone in a plane crash?

Fariemon: *Sarcastically. * No, that's not mean, it's just trying to kill someone, not mean at all.

Stranger Ishida: Ok, so, it is a little mean, but, no one dies in this one, they get saved. HONEST!!

Tai: @___@ I'm confused. So, someone gets in a crash, but they get saved, so, how does that go along with Anthony's death?

Stranger Ishida: You'll see. Oh, I don't own Digimon and never will. *Sigh. * But, you won't hold the fact that I don't own Digimon, against me, will you??????????????? *Starts dancing to music only she can hear. * Oks, this fic is… well, it's not bad, please review if you read it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Patamon: She is a little weird right now……

Anthony: Patamon, she's ALWAYS a little weird.

Stranger Ishida: HEYZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looks, I can kick you out of his house and make you homeless and I can feed Fariemon to the Johnson's cat.

LadyGabumon: You wouldn't do that to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stranger Ishida: No, course no!!!! HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Single White Rose 3: Sighting of an Angel

It's been 5 years since Anthony's death. Matt mopped around for awhile then he remembered what he'd told Monica. "You know he wouldn't want us to cry or be sad."

Matt quite his job as an astronaut. Now he's a racecar driver and he goes around the world singing to schools and kids about drunk driving. You know, telling them not to do it and why stuff like that. Let's visit Matt on one such trip.

Matt just finished a song and leans against a table that's been set up for him. "Ok," He says, "Now, ya all know that drugs, drinking and all that junk is bad for ya, right? Pop quiz time, anyone know how bad and some of the effects to prove it?"

"Yeah!!" Most of the kids yelled.

Matt grinned evilly. He went to the bleachers and picked out one of the students that had yelled. He brought the kid down to the front of the gym and talked to him. "Nice to meet you. What's your name kid?"

"Jason." The kid answered.

"How bad are drugs?"

"They're the worst! Everyone knows that!"

"But, not all drugs are bad. What about prescription drugs? Or cold medicines?"

"Ok, not ALL drugs are bad."

Matt laughed softly. "Ok, I'm jokin' with ya. Now, have you lost some one to the bad drugs? Is that how you know how bad they are. What's your example?"

Jason stood in thought. Then slowly answered, "I've never lost someone to drugs or alcohol or anything. Only natural causes. Why?"

"Go sit down Jason. Thanks for the help."

Jason nodded and ran back to his seat on the bleachers.

"You see. I had two little brothers once upon a time. I talked one of them into going to a party with me. I hadn't known it at the time, but there was drinking at the party, mind this brother had been in a crash exactly one year before. Anyhow, you see, someone at this party had a little too much to drink. Me and my brother left before we had anything, not that we'd drank anyway. My brother was driving home. This… drunk followed us for awhile. A little after he passed us he managed to find us again." Matt paused remembering the awful memory. "The drunk hit the side my brother was on… We spun around; my brother hit his head. The car hit another car; my brother was on that side. The drunk died almost immediately. Everyone in one car lived, the drunk died. As soon as we got to the hospital, he died."

Everyone was looking shocked.

"Yeah." Matt nodded. "That's what drunk driving can do. So, you see how serious it is?"

They all nodded. "Yes sir."

"What was your brother's name?" Someone asked.

"Anthony." Matt answered. "Anthony Roy Ishida."

"Baseball player?" A boy asked.

"Singer?" A girl asked.

Matt smiled remembering his little brother. "Yeah. Singer, baseball player galore."

Jason stood up. "I have his card!"

Matt raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"You do?" Asked one kid. "That's like the rarest card in the world."

"I know." Jason answered. "There were 450 cards released. And I really have that card. Signed and everything. It's my lucky charm."

"Where is it?" A snooty teen asked.

"In my pocket." Jason smartly answered.

"You're not lyin'? Only 125 of those were signed."

"I'm truly not lyning. I know everything about Anthony Ishida."

All the kids at the assembly jumped poor little Jason.

Matt jumped in to brake it up. He had it all broke up before the staff got there.

"Ok." Matt said going back to the floor. "We'll talk about this later, but for now, I've got some more songs."

The show went on then it was over and Matt had to leave to catch his plane.

The ride was almost over. They were over the Sea of Japan when the speakers came on. "Do not be alarmed. We are experiencing technical difficulties."

"Telling us not to be alarmed normally gets us alarmed ya know!" Matt almost shouted.

As soon as the words left Matt's mouth the plane started going down. The plane hit the water with a smack and Matt went unconscious.

Matt looked down. He seen the water. He looked around himself; he was in the sky.

A bright figure appeared. Matt looked at him.

The figure was tall and thin. Somewhat long, almost darker then jet black hair, and beautiful icy-sapphire blue eyes. The figure wasn't dressed in white robes like most would think. He was wearing a bright green shirt that's at least 3 sizes too big. He had old blue jeans with a hole in the knee.

"A… Anthony?" Matt wondered aloud.

The figure nodded and smiled. "Yeah, of course Anthony. Who else would come and help you?" The figure grinned dumbly.

Matt wanted to hug him. He moved closer.

Anthony held up a hand. "No touch bro. I'm just here to help. Business before pleasure here, ya know."

"Are you here to…."

"You have a choice to make. Live or die."

"I… I want to die. I miss you."

"Doesn't work that way. I'm here to help you choose. I'll be out of the job if you don't. "

"Wait…" Matt said. "Did you say business BEFORE pleasure?"

Anthony sighed. "Yes, I said before. Now, can we get on with the business?" Anthony sounded so serious and stern, Matt was afraid to say no. Matt merely nodded.

"Good." Anthony continued knowing he'd scared Matt and trying to ignore the fact. "Anyway, I'm here to show you what could happen if you live and what could happen if you die. Got it?"

Matt nodded.

"Great." He snapped his fingers and a cloud turned into a crystal ball type thing.

Matt watched. "Yo Dad, heads up!" A teen yells.

Matt catches a football and laughs.

"Hey guys!" A red head woman yells. "Come on, we're going to be late. We need to meet the guys!" The scene ended.

Matt looked at his little brother. "Why didn't you live?"

"Against the point." Anthony sternly said. "But, since you ask," His voice softened a bit like it hurt. "My body could only endure so much. Two car crashes was it." His voice toughened back up. "Now, watch if you died."

"Uncle Tai." A little girl, who looked just like a female Matt with black hair said, "I miss Mom and Dad."

Tai put his arms around the little girl. "I know Daphne, so do I. We all miss them… But I can't bring them back. I would if I could."

"I know." The girl starts crying.

The cloud turned off and Matt swirled around. "What happened to Roma?!"

"She dies." Anthony replies. "4 days after you in-fact."

"Did she…"

"Commit suicide? No. You killed her. You broke her heart and she died from it.

So, your choices are this, die and be with me, or live and be with your wife, kids, and friends." Anthony smiled. "What ever shall you do?"

"I… I wanna… live."

Anthony had a small smug grin. "Great. I knew you'd do the right thing." Anthony started to snap his fingers.

"WAIT!!!" Matt interrupted.

"Yes?" Anthony impatiently asked.

"Will I ever see you again?"

A tear went down Anthony's face. He threw his arms around his big brother's neck. "Maybe one day you will. No promises. Bye Matt."

Matt put his arms around Anthony. He hadn't said good-bye to his brother last time; he was going to now. "Great. Bye Anthony. I'll miss you."

"Same here." Anthony snapped his fingers.

Matt snapped back to consciousness and looked around. He was underwater. He was still in the plane. He quickly unbuttoned his seat belt and swam to the door. He tried opening it. He couldn't do it.

He lied his head on the window of the plane door and hoped his air didn't ran out by the time someone found him. He knew it wasn't possible.

He blanked his eyes. He was running out of time. He had seen a small light. It took the shape of a human. * Great.* He thought, *Now I'm loosing my mind!*

Matt saw a pair of icy-sapphire blue eyes wink at him.

*No, This isn't happenin'…*

The person put his hands on the door and gave Matt a look that said, "C`mon! Try again! We can do it together!"

Matt nodded and tried again. With the help of the person Matt opened the door and swam out.

Matt broke the surface of the water. A few seconds later the surface of the water broke again next to him.

Matt stared at the figure next to him. He knew it wasn't a survivor that came up beside him. The figure had somewhat long black hair, and icy-sapphire blue eyes.

"Anthony… Yo…"

"Disobeyed the rules, took a solid form and I'll be in trouble with the Big Kahuna when I get back."

"Who?" Matt asked.

"Big Boss Man. Creator of the world! The All Mighty?"

"Oh… Ok, I see… So, you're willing to get in trouble for me?"

"What's a little trouble to save a life… Besides, I'm your little brother, that's what I'm for."

Matt looked a little hurt. "No… I'm `pose to get in trouble and get hurt for you… I let you die."

"No, you didn't. You did everything you could. It was my time to leave the world, if that hadn't gotten me, then something else would have. I could have gotten a deadly disease, do you understand?"

Matt nodded. He knew. "What did you mean "took a solid form"? What did that really mean?"

"I have a few different… Uh oh… I gotta go. The big guys sending someone for me."

Matt put his hand on Anthony's wrist. It was solid, solid as his kid's wrist. "Please Anthony, don't go." Anthony looked just as kind, happy, pleasant, gentle and understanding as the day he died, maybe more if that's possible.

"I have to go Matt. I'm dead… Don't you understand? I helped save your life Matt, I can also help you loose it."

Matt nodded. He could hardly hold in the tears. "Thanks for the roses."

Anthony smiled. "Yeah. I gotta go."

A tear went down Matt's face. "I can't let you go."

"Bye Matt." Anthony started to fade out.

"Bye Anthony." Another tear ran down the sapphire blonde's face as his little brother faded out.

Matt's staring at the place Anthony had been. A plane flies over. A few minutes later a bout comes up.

"Hey Dude, need a ride?"

Matt stared at the person in the bout.

"C`mon, get in."

It's been a week since Matt had seen Anthony and everything's been great.

Matt sits down on the couch. He lies down and feels something prick him. He sits back up in a hurry and looks to see what had pricked him.

He smiles as he picks it up. He sees love, happiness, and life in it. He knew only Anthony could have left the single white rose.

The End

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Stranger Ishida: What do you think? Honestly! I know, the first one was prob`ly the best one, but, I don't know, I just had to write this one! I don't know, should I post my 4th fic in this? *Shrugs* Doesn't matter, I prob`ly will eventually anyway.

Anthony: Well… I was nice……

Matt: To me……

Stranger Ishida: Yes you were. Now, I must go, it's freezing in this house and my hands are about to fall off! Bai! Please review!!!!!!