Whispers

Four o'clock in the afternoon, Hikari sat on the edge of the couch and talked to a friend on the living room telephone. Her fingers wrapped around the object and she leaned back, feeling the cool breeze from the fan across the room and glancing towards her brother who was disappearing into his bedroom. She then looked out the window and stared at the perfect blue sky.

"You know…" she said, changing the current topic of movies to her own, "that blackout last night was kind of creepy. Six, six, six. Did anything happen to you guys?"

"What do you mean? My mom dropped the butter knife on the kitchen floor, but that's it," the other child voiced, his light voice trailing from a low pitch to a higher.

"Is something wrong, Takeru?" she questioned, noticing his voice.

There was a pause. "What do you mean?" he parroted from before.

"Your voice. It's --"

"So it's changing. Let's drop the subject."

She hid a giggle from the constant jumps of acute-sounding words. "Anyway, I was just asking because Taichi and I had a bit of a startle."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "Koushiro did, too. It's difficult to explain…"

Said the blonde, "So tell me anyway."

"I was going to, chill out." Hikari lifted her left foot onto the coffee table in front of her and twisted her shoelace between two fingers. "Koushiro showed up after the blackout and for a while, he hid out in the bathroom. Taichi went in later on to talk to him, but neither of them will tell me why Koushiro went in there in the first place. But what really tops the cake is I had a dream about… um, LadyDevimon."

"Aren't you a little too mature for haunting nightmares?"

She frowned, "Grow up, Takeru."

"I am," he remarked proudly.

"And I think Taichi had a dream like mine because he woke up and demanded to be pinched. And Koushiro is still as silent as he can be and my neck is --"

The phone was snatched from her grip and her eyes followed it directly to her older brother. "Don't mind her, Takeru," he was saying quickly, "she was just trying to see if you'd believe every word she would say. But she has to go now, so bye." His thumb tapped the talk button and he tossed the phone onto his father's recliner.

"Why did you do that!" glared Hikari, upset that her brother was acting strangely.

"Saving your ass, 'Kari." Taichi snapped, "You think he'd actually believe whatever dreams we had? He wouldn't care."

She snapped back, "Why are you so protective? Even if he didn't believe me, it wouldn't do any harm!"

"He'd think you're nuts!"

"He's a best friend, Tai'!"

Taichi scooped up the phone and held it in front of the girl. "Mimi's our best friend, too. Why don't you call her? Or Sora? Or how about Jyou? Why don't you call, Jyou, huh? Tell him that we're going insane because we had one strange dream. Tell him that we're going insane because there was a blackout!"

She stood up and stared him straight in the eye; "You don't have to be so rude about it, Taichi!"

Before he could deliver an apology, Taichi's younger sister snatched her kerchief from the armrest of the couch and tied it around her bruised neck. She gave a final glare before marching her way to the door and twisting the doorknob to open it. When a slam echoed through the silent household, he rushed to the entrance and poked his head out into the corridor.

"Where are you going?" he called out to the back of his sister's head.

"I'm going to find my sanity," she paused in front of the elevator and pressed the down button without looking back.

Taichi slipped out of the apartment and began to walk towards the shaft. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just don't want a lot of people thinking that we're nuts for dreaming about some digimon."

She began to rock back and forth from heel to toe, humming an unknown tune and ignoring the words of her sibling. The doors opened and she stepped through, immediately pushing the symbol to close the door. Taichi watched it close and blinked a couple times, wondering where exactly she was going. Curious and worried, he then dashed off to the stairwell and tossed open the door and sprinted down the dirty stairs.

~*~

"She said that she was having dreams about LadyDevimon. Didn't get much, though… her brother came on and I guess they had to go somewhere," Takeru informed his older brother through his blue telephone in his room. In his free hand was a paper airplane. It had uneven wings and a bent tip, looking like he had tossed it around a couple times already.

"Sounds like you're getting a voice change, li'l bro'." Yamato gave a chuckle after his brother made a barely audible "ugh."

"And she asked me if anything strange happened to me during the blackout. Did anything happen to you?"

Yamato thought for a brief second before saying, "Dad dropped the butter knife on the kitchen floor, but that's about it."

"Heh, Mom and Dad seem to have more in common than we think." Takeru raised his eyes to his opening door. "Speaking of Mom…"

"Honey, we've got to be going. My friend is expecting us to be there in time for their six o'clock dinner," Natsuko Takaishi informed with a smile. "Talking to Yamato?"

"Yeah. I'll be off in a minute," he told her while tossing his paper airplane across the room.

"Hi, Yamato!" the mother figure called loud enough for the Ishida to hear.

"Tell her I said hi. No-no! Tell her I said bye." Yamato then added, "No wait, tell her that I want her cherry parfait sometime soon."

"Yamato wants your cherry parfait, Mom."

"He'll get it as soon as he cooks us a dinner," she slipped out the door as the younger blonde informed his brother of the demand.

"But did anything happen to you guys other than the knife thing?" Takeru questioned.

The Ishida replied, "No… You should get going, though. I have to split myself. Tell me anything interesting."

"Will do. Talk to you later."

Tossing the phone onto the bed, he peeled his jacked off of the back of his desk chair and grabbed onto his CD player and headphones. He had been to this woman's house before. There were two boys that were five and a ten-year-old girl who never let Takeru out of her sight. Between the choices of the boys or the girls, he would choose the boys. And because he often was pulled around the house to play with the boys, he had to put up with the noise. This time, he was going to come prepared.

He dashed out of his room and followed his mother out of their apartment. Both of the Takaishis loaded into the elevator along with two other strangers. One flat down, the doors reopened to allow three more individuals inside. Takeru glanced down the light green walls and caught a glance of his friend Inoue Miyako… and Hida Iori with his hands rubbing his eyes. He tried to get a better look of his two friends, but the doors shut before he could see above the heads.

"What's wrong, Iori?" the older girl questioned, her right hand dropping onto his shoulder to give a comforting rub. "Did something happen to your grandpa?"

"No," he trembled under her hold and shrugged to rid her hand from his shoulder. Taking the hint, she knelt down in front of him to glance into his emerald eyes. Large tears fell and trickled down his round cheeks before clashing at the chin and slipping off while his hands tried frantically to wipe everything away.

Miyako forced a smile through this confusing moment and lifted a gentle finger to help swipe away a tear. "Listen," she whispered, "why don't we go inside and have some lunch? I'll make you a delicious dish of your choice."

He silently nodded as the door to the Inoue residence was pushed open. Both of the children walked into the kitchen where the younger one took a seat on a stool by the counter. Miyako rummaged through the cupboards to find something of interest and came across some raspberry jelly. With another moment of digging through the sorts of food, she came up with peanut butter. Holding it up for Iori to see, he gave a nod of acceptance and she closed the cupboards.

"Which do you like more, the peanut butter or the jelly?" questioned Miyako who was having a difficult time opening the jelly jar.

The little boy raised his eyes and cocked his head to the left. Shrugging, he lowered his chin to the counter surface and let out a feeble sigh. His hands folded on his lap and his ankles crossed and began to swing; he usually did this when he was nervous.

Miyako caught the sigh within her eyes and bit her left cheek. After one last struggle, the lid of the jar twisted open and the sweet aroma of raspberries began to sweep through the air. Breathing in the fresh smell, she raised the lid off of the container and set it on the counter and in front of Iori.

"It hasn't been cooled yet," she said, closing her eyes to sniff the scent again. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah," he whispered.

Miyako smiled lightly and glanced down into the red jelly. As her eyes caught the jam, her fingers tightened around the jar and her whole body twitched. Iori watched the jerk of motion and straightened his back; his eyes fastened on the girl.

"What's wrong?" he asked in his petite murmur.

Staring into the jar, she shook her head and replied, "Nothing. Nothing at all. I just imagined something. But it's nothing."

~*~

"Hello-o…" Yamato growled, standing in front of the elevator. His finger rapidly punched the down button. Then two fingers… then his fist. "Damn it all, why won't they hurry up?"

The short-tempered youth hit the button once more with his open palm and took off to the stairs. Just as his hand settled on the handle, the elevator doors parted to allow the two children and one mother off of the shaft. He rushed to the doors only to watch it close in front of his face.

"What the…" He swore again under his breath and walked back to the stairwell. Again the doors opened as he reached for the handle. And just like before, the doors shut fiercely in front of his face. After another attempt, he ignored the malfunctioning elevator and jerked open the door. His eyes fell upon the orange cone and a white piece of paper attached to the top.

Kneeling down, he read it aloud: "Stairs will be out of use until minor adjustments are made."

"What adjustments?!" he yelled, glancing at his watch. He was already late for his band practice. Shoving himself through the door, he walked to the elevator again… just in time for them to snap at his feet.

"Sheesh," he grumbled. Peering down the hallway, he saw the second set of stairs and decided to see if those were in use. As he passed his door, he heard the telephone ring. With another grumble, he pulled the keys out of his pocket and rummaged around to find the right key. When the fourth ring sounded, he pushed open the door and rushed to the telephone.

"Hello?" he greeted after picking it up. The dial tone sounded. "For the love of music," he grunted and slammed it down. Rushing out the door, he came to a halt when the phone rang again. Slowly turning around, he glanced at the telephone and inched his way back into the apartment. Mere inches away, he waited for it to ring for the third time then quickly snatched it into his hand and asked who was calling. He received the dialing tone.

Yamato sighed and dialed a phone number that would get him to his drummer's house, where he was to show up for practice. "Can't join in our backyard session," he said candidly as the phone was answered, not even caring who had picked it up.

"Dude, we were gonna jam," his fellow band member replied.

"Sorry," he said with a click of the tongue. "Can't make it tomorrow, either. A friend of mine won that contest to be in a movie."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Yamato glanced at his watch, "Practice a new drum solo or something. And again, sorry I can't make it. Later."

The blonde hung up the phone and ran his fingers through his hair, arching a brow when the phone rang again. Picking it up, he said, " 'Ello?"

It was the dial tone again.

"For crying out loud," he muttered and dropped the phone onto the table, purposely leaving it off the hook. He straightened his shirt out a bit and checked his pockets for his keys. After spotting them on the dining chair, he fetched the item and swiftly shoved them in his right pocket. As he walked to the door the telephone rang.

His blue eyes skipped frantically from the doorknob to the table where the telephone lay off the hook and still ringing. Curiously he walked to the phone and raised it to his ear. On the other line, there was a soft sound of laughter before it faded back to the dull tone again. Without any hesitation, Yamato tossed the object to the ground and hurried out of the apartment.

~*~

A tall brunette woman removed her peach-colored apron from her waist and around her neck, placing it on the store counter in front of her. She rubbed her hands together in satisfactory of a day's work and glanced at her young daughter with a smile.

"Honey," she said brightly, "I have to finish our grocery shopping. Can you handle the shop while I'm gone?"

The girl with light brown hair and hints of red raised her head from tending the purple garden violets and returned the smile. "Do you even need to ask?"

"If I'm not back within an hour, lock up and head home. I might stop by to pick up your dress."

"Yes, Mama. I hope it's ready… I can hardly wait to see it." She stood up and dusted the soil off of her hands.

"Me too, Sora, you'll be the prettiest bridesmaid." Ms. Takenouchi nodded to her daughter and picked up her purse, then hurrying out the front door of the flower shop.

The remaining girl walked towards the cash register and brushed the fallen leaves off of the counter. Her cousin was to wed in less than a week; she was asked to be a bridesmaid and without a doubt, she said yes. Though dressing up wasn't the most favorite thing to do for her, she was thrilled to be a part of the most blessed moment in her cousin's life. After all, her cousin was a close friend to the Yagami family and she promised herself to see Taichi in his getup!

She pulled her body onto the counter and sat with perfect posture, trying to get used to it for the upcoming event. Within a few seconds, the door to the shop was opened, the bell above it rang gently, and she lost her posture to greet the newcomer. Much to her surprise, it was Taichi.

"Hey!" she smiled brightly, "what's up?"

He gave a nod as a greeting, "Have you seen Hikari around?"

"Nope." Her smile faded and her lips grew thin. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I kinda pissed her off and uh," he shrugged helplessly. "Chicks."

"Wrong person to say that to… Boy." Sora gave him a look and walked behind the counter to retrieve the broom. She paced to the front of the store and began to sweep while Taichi sprawled himself on his back on top of the counter.

"I've been looking for two hours… The school, the park, the library --"

"You know where the library is?" Sora asked, honestly surprised.

"Hey, shut--" he caught his words and altered them, "I still can't find her."

"Maybe she went back home?"

"Why would she do that?"

"Because it's the only reasonable thing to do." Sora gestured to the cord telephone that was attached to the wall to his left.

Sliding off the counter, he snatched up the phone, dialed his own number, and waited for an answer. After two rings, he heard his sister's voice. "Where the hell have you been?" he said in a strong voice.

"Geez, Tai', no wonder she left in the first place," the other girl leaned forward against the broom a little.

"Sorry, 'Kari." He sighed and turned away from Sora saying, "But where were you? You had me worried."

"After I got in the elevator, I rode it up and down for at least fifteen minutes before going back home. You weren't there, so I didn't know what to do," Hikari answered.

"Geez…" He hung his head and gave a chuckle. "But you're all right?"

"Uh huh. Where are you?"

"At Sora's shop. After a few hours of wandering around the place, I thought it'd help to get a girl's opinion."

"Told you to call home?"

"Heh," he smirked, "yeah."

Sora shook her head lightly and walked to the counter to place the broom back in it's place. The cash register made a faint beeping noise and caught her attention. Glancing towards the register, she noticed that something flashing against the black bar. The light green stood out against it and she curiously moved a step forward to read it. Error.

"How strange," she muttered. Taichi didn't hear her; he was too busy telling his younger sister how he found the library just to see if she was there.

Shrugging, she turned away to ignore the bizarre register and rearrange the roses in the window. "Taichi," she called. He still didn't hear her. She sighed and sat in front of the full-length windows, her fingers gently pulling the roses this way and that to make them look like a bigger display. She removed a dying rose and held it lightly in her left hand, listening to Taichi's conversation.

"What do you think, Taichi? Should I add carnations or just various colors of roses?" she asked, gesturing to the window display. Again, he didn't hear her. Finally, she looked up, "Geez, can't you fit in a word to me here an there?"

Taichi looked up, "Eh, sorry, Sora. Hey, you've got a dead rose in there."

"I already…" her voice trailed as she turned back to see another brown-petal rose. As she removed that one, another rose began to lose its ravishing red color. Confused, she began to remove that one, but two more began to die. Afraid that her mother would come back to see that the flowers had died, Sora started to replace the window roses with the ones deeper inside.

Taichi, still talking on the telephone, watched the girl move back and forth but thought nothing more of it. The teenage girl quietly placed herself in front of the window again with an armful of roses. Each time she placed a rose in a vase, it withered and died in front of her eyes.

"Ouch!" she shrieked and dropped all of the dead roses. Raising her bleeding finger to her lips, she glanced down at the pile of brown and ugly green. "Those roses aren't supposed to have thorns."

She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and glanced up at Taichi, "Can you give me a --"

~*~

Hikari, lying contently on the couch of her apartment, was staring upwards at the ceiling, lost in thought when a knock came over the door. She pulled herself off the couch and away from her thoughts, then made her way to the door. She opened it with a twist of the knob.

"Taichi?" she arched a brow. Her brother was standing in front of her eyes with a torn jacket sleeve. "What happened?"

"Where the hell have you been? I looked everywhere for you! The school, the library, the--"

"You know where the library is?"

"God damn it, Hikari, just tell me why you didn't come off that elevator!"

"I told you over the phone where I was!" Hikari stepped to the side as he pushed his way through the door.

"Damn it, Hikari, I've been in the streets looking for you for the past two hours!"

The girl tilted her head to the left, "But… you were just on the phone at Sora's shop just a few minutes ago…"

"How the hell do you think I got from Sora's shop to here in a few minutes, Hikari?" Taichi threw off his jacket and searched through his pockets. "Seriously, stop this shit right now. I'm growing tired of it."

"Taichi!" she said, surprised of his language. "Then how do you explain the phone call? And what happened to you?"

"'Kari! Call Sora and I'm sure she'd say that I was never there! And it's none of your damn business where I've been."

Her caramel eyes trailed after her brother as he disappeared down the hallway and into their room. Not knowing what else to do, she reached for the phone and dialed the Takenouchi shop. After three rings, Sora answered.

"Hi, Sora. It's 'Kari." She stared down the empty hallway and asked, "Was Taichi just at your shop awhile ago?"

"No." Sora glanced at the empty shop, the pile of beautiful roses on the ground and the fallen broom. "Taichi was never here. Sorry, Hikari. But I've got to go now… Got to lock up. Bye, Hikari."

Sora hung up on the girl in shock. Was it just her imagination? Perhaps she had fallen asleep and dreamt that Taichi arrived in her shop. She was rearranging the roses and she must have dozed off. But how could she have explained the wound on her finger that she had gotten from roses that had no thorns?

"One of them might have had one…" she concluded to herself, "what other possible explanation can I uphold?"

~*~

Takeru sat in the passenger seat of his mother's car, tapping a rhythmic beat on his left leg. His bright blue eyes focused on his mother who was standing outside of the car on her cellular phone. The friend of theirs called to cancel the dinner plans because of a family emergency. Of course his mother pulled over to ask what had happened.

He twisted the volume knob to turn the music up and he leaned back in his seat. It was strange how no one was on the roads. To him, at least. He cleared his throat and let out a sigh, his eyes closing tiredly. Driving always made the boy tired, even though he wasn't the one driving.

A song of his liking came to the station and he reached for the knob to, again, turn it up. His lips began to move along to the singer's, though his voice did not project itself to sing. He was embarrassed of his voice changing… At the start, he had thought it was funny. Until he became the jester of the group.

Static interrupted the song and caused him to open his eyes, turning it down frantically. Blinking at the sudden indistinctness, his ears adjusted to the song that became clear again. He looked up at his mother as she entered the vehicle again.

"What's up, mom?" he questioned.

She sighed and shut the door, glancing towards her son. "They had some sort of emergency that I'm not sure of… the details were kind of fuzzy and my cell started going out… Funny thing, too. I just charged it this morning."

"Yeah, weird," he agreed, leaning back in his seat. "Guess we're going home, then?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry, hun," Natsuko smiled lightly.

He shrugged and closed his eyes, feeling the car take motion in a U-turn to turn back home. The song drifted to his ears and soothed him. Only seconds after the station revived its solid reception, static began to crackle over the music again. With his eyes still closed, Takeru grimaced, hoping the static would clear again.

When it didn't, he sighed and decided that it wasn't that difficult to listen to. Once his ears got used to the annoying rattle, it changed again. This time, in midst of the vexatious tapping, he heard a distinct "Let's play!"

His eyes flashed open and his posture straightened. That voice was all too familiar. That innocent, but evil voice. It was the voice of Puppetmon.

"Did you hear that, Mom?" Takeru jerked his head towards the woman.

"Hear what?"

"That voice in all the static. Did you hear it?"

"What static, Takeru?" she gave a quick look before turning back to the road. "The station is perfectly clear.

Takeru's voice squeaked as he said, "Are you sure?"

"What's wrong, honey?"

His breathing recycled his fear before it died and his heartbeat returned to normal. It could have been his imagination… his tired mind playing tricks on him.

"Oh!"

He jerked his head again. "What, Mom? What!?"

They quickly pulled to the side of the road at the sight of an eerie black puff of smoke rising from the hood of the car. Both of them scrambled out of the car and to the front where Natsuko opened the hood, releasing another stream of smoke into their faces. Coughing and waving it away, Takeru peered at the engine, not knowing a thing about it.

"What happened?"

She sighed and reached for her cell phone again. "I don't know… Maybe we can get a lift out of here…"

Takeru echoed her sigh with his own and looked down the straight highway seeing no other cars. Nothing but trees… A gust of wind swept across the road in the northern direction and a light crackling noise followed. He turned his head a bit to search the forest to the right of him. Nothing but trees again…

The sound of sticks snapping caught his attention and he looked to the left, across the road, to another thicket of shrubbery and trees. His left brow arched a bit as a low rustle of leaves sounded. To either side of him he heard footsteps… the sound of wood clicking on wood. Walking out to the middle of the road, he squinted down the northern way, seeing some sort of object at the peak of the hill.

Thinking it was a car, he raised his arms over his head to gain attention. Instead, his right arm flew up and he hit himself across the forehead. Stumbling back, he shook his head, wondering what had happened. He gave a sharp whistle to his mom, hoping she would see the car. He heard no reply.

"Mom?" he turned around. The car and his mother were farther away than he had thought. He began to jog towards her. Yet he found himself not claiming any ground. Still jogging, he glanced at the ground, seeing his feet move… and also seeing the road shift as well.

"What the?" he muttered, advancing his jog to a spring. The road beneath him began to match his speed. When it was too much for him, he fell down. His eyes frantically raised to his mother who was drifting farther and farther apart.

A truck horn sounded and the boy struggled to turn onto his back as the road kept pulling him farther away. The vehicle he had seen was approaching him and not slowing down. He was traveling with increasing speed. Rolling away from the left side of the road only caused him to roll towards it and soon, he was directly in the path of the truck.

He screamed.

"Takeru! What? What's wrong?!" his mother shook him lightly.

Takeru's eyes widened and he jerked his around him, realizing he was standing in the middle of the road with the car a mere two feet away. He shivered as his mother brought him into a loving embrace, asking him again why he had screamed.

"I… just thought I saw something." His voice trembled as it gave tiny chirps.

"I suppose we can walk back… I saw a restaurant not too far behind." She pocketed the phone. "The reception here doesn't cooperate too well with my phone."

Takeru lowered his eyes and nodded as they began to walk northward. He turned back to the car, securely locked with his possessions, then turned back to the road ahead. Somehow, being in the broken down car seemed more appealing than walking in the middle of the forest.

Another gust of wind swept past the isolated two and Takeru stepped closer to his mother, feeling like a child again. His eyes kept watch on the forest side; the innocent blue shade had faded to a dim gray. The rustle of leaves and clicking wood came to his mind again as a faint "Let's play!" echoed in the air. He didn't bother to ask his mother if she heard the haunting laughter that he did.

~*~

Yamato opened the door to exit the music store. He had spent the majority of the afternoon and evening in it speaking with the manager about which type of guitar was ideal for a teenager. Slipping in his empty hands in his pockets, he let out a sigh, approaching the corner of the street.

The sign flashed Do Not Walk and he obeyed, glancing down each street for any cars. Finding none, he decided to cross. Once he reached the middle, he heard the slight laughter of two rambunctious characters. Stopping, he turned to look at the opposite side of the road, seeing the streetlight flash each color at once.

Arching a brow, he looked at the other two lights to his left and right, seeing that they were functioning perfectly. Looking back at the malfunctioning lights, he watched as it flashed green… and then red. Something pushed him from behind and he turned, ready to glare at the child who was being so rude. Yet there was no one. No one was on the streets as the sun was setting. No cars were seen and no sounds were heard.

Except the chuckling of mischief-makers.

Yamato turned back around, trying to convince himself that someone was on the streets with him. Just then, an ice cream cone rolled to his feet. He knelt to pick it up and looked at it in confusion. A cold substance fell atop his hand and it slowly slipped down his skin. Clenching his fists, he lowered his head to let the ice cream fall in one clump to the ground.

He let out a growl and yelled, "Knock it off! Whoever you are!"

The sound of running was heard across the intersection near the flashing lights. He automatically made a dash towards it. While crossing the mid-section, he heard the honk of a car and froze, turning towards the noise. His eyes caught the headlights of a blue sports car as it neared him, hearing the tires screech across the street as the breaks were slammed. From instinct, he jumped as far up as he could.

His feet came in contact with the hood of the car before he lost balance and fell to the side. The driver immediately exited the car, asking repeated questions concerning his health. Yamato grunted on the asphalt and sat up, feeling a sharp pain in his right shoulder. Again he heard the trailing laughter of the rascals.

"S-sorry, sir," he muttered, scrambling to his feet and running off.

Before long he came to his apartment complex, his hair sticky with ice cream, his shoulder aching, and his mind baffled. He entered the home, seeing that it was empty as usual. Dropping onto a chair, he sighed, rubbing his forehead lightly. The telephone rang and he jumped.

Cautiously he picked it up and raised it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Yamato?" Takeru's voice questioned. "It's Takeru…"

There was a pause.

"Something really weird is going on," the two brothers said together.

To Be Continued…

Well… the less-dramatic chapter. But at least I got it out. It was rather lengthy compared to the first, I think. And I'm pretty sure this might be the average length for quite a few. Silly me… it took me forever to get around to this second chapter that I've forgotten which digimon spooks Miyako, Iori, Ken, and Daisuke…

Erk… Anyone remember, by any chance? :: sweatdrops :: Anyway… Guess who's spooking Sora! Mwahaha--hack! Cough! ACK! …Hopefully this still catches the interest of a few of you.