Half a Chance – At Innocence

There are some forces at work we can't possibly try to comprehend. Of course, an encounter with one is highly improbable. But for some reason, these forces deem it fit to give some people another chance at some of the things they have forgotten in life. Of course if you have a destiny to follow, a destiny that chases you wherever you go, you only ever have half a chance at anything.

In an outwardly serene world, Hiiro and Quatre find themselves with a chance to live peacefully. Perchance even regain lost innocence. But, not all is as it seems, and this dimension has problems of it's own, and the only ones capable to stop this worlds demise are children without the chance of innocence. The pilots want to leave, and finish what they started in their own dimension. But the only way back is by use of three major protocols from the formidable ZERO system…

Disclaimer: Think this freak owns Gundam Wing and Digimon? Very wrong you are. She barely owns the poor battered laptop she types this upon. Or the CD player blasting out Digimon and Gundam Wing songs

Quickly, I must say this. Well Hello There, I'm Minako 9. I'm somewhere in between Duo and Quatre… scary, huh? I have this habit of ending stories by killing off my favorite character… lets pray for Quatre's sake that I don't do it here! Anyway, these three chapters are going up in guilt. These three chapters should not be posted. I was planning on finishing the whole arc before posting anything, but I'm going on holiday for two weeks and I won't have much time to write. I'm taking my laptop, but there is no Internet connection where I am staying. I'm not sure there is even a phone… anyway, I felt like posting this for you all because I am bored. As previously stated, this is the first story in an Arc, which will all too soon become apparent. Please, review! No flames for the spelling of Hiiro. That's just stupid, ya know!

(AN: Don't ask about how I started this. I couldn't start it properly)

Yagami Taichi sighed as he stared out the window. Another mundane day, one full of regular activities. A day full of normality, organization, and repetitiveness. And he hated it. There needed to be action, needed to be a threat of some sort. Or, at least something to do. Something new. What he needed right now was someone new, someone with secrets or something like that. That would be interesting. He continued to stare out the window, into the clouded sky, when a blinding flash of light filled the windows. The whole class turned to see in amazement, and soon after was the familiar rumbling of thunder. That's more like it, Taichi thought with a smile. The clouds darkened and raindrops pelted down onto the street. That's when he saw two figures quickly leaving the path in his direct view.

"That was weird earlier, doncha think Taichi?"

"…"

"Taichi? Taichi, you alive? Taichi!"

"…"

"TAICHI! TAICHI! TAICHI!"

"Huh? Hey, you say something?"

Taichi looked at his friend Yamato distantly.

"Taichi, what's on your mind?"

"Oh, I'm just thinking about how boring everything is now… and how it's not right. And that lightning sure was weird. The weather-guy said it would just rain a bit today."

"When has the weather-man ever been right?"

"It's not just that…" Taichi sighed, and to Yamato it was obvious that there was more to this then simple weather patterns. "When the lightning passed, I looked down on the path and there were two people there. They weren't there before, and nothing human moves that fast. I'm wondering if something is happening…"

Yamato looked at his friends' distant expression. However idiotic Taichi acted, sometimes he could help but have a point. And, this was one of those times. Something was brewing now, and maybe it was something to do with their experience of being chosen children that let them sense these things. Or maybe… maybe they were just getting paranoid.

The day ended in it's normal fashion, a visit to the elementary school to check up on their friends, a desperate plea for reason behind their obvious paranoia. Luckily, Taichi and Yamato got just that.

"Yeah, at about the time of that flash of light there was a strange surge of power in the Digital World. I don't know what could have caused it, but I have a theory that it might have been some sort of dimensional rift opening up." Izumi Koushiro stated the facts quickly,

"Like a digiport?" Yamato asked, not quite understanding what the younger redhead meant.

"Almost. Except it was more like a Digiport from a different dimension, and also went straight into this world. I don't know what could have been traveling through that portal, so it looks like we have a mystery on our hands."

Oh great, Taichi thought, something interesting. At least we're not just getting paranoid.

The next was not as uneventful as the one before. In fact, it was more so. Taichi seemed to be getting his wishes granted. First, a mystery to solve. Now…

"Good Morning class. Now today, we have two new students, and when they arrive, please make them feel welcome, okay?"

Taichi looked up from his now daily task of staring out the window, and around the room. Two new people? At once? In the same class? Maybe they were twins or something… he scanned the room, looking for where the empty desks were. Two next to him, great. This would be the end of his wishes. They just kept coming true.

Not too much later after that announcement from the teacher, there were three sharp knocks on the door.

"Come in," the teacher called to whoever was on the other side. The door opened (AN: Nah!) and two boys entered the room. The first had messy dark hair and piercing Prussian eyes. His eyes were almost undetectably surveying the room. Only Taichi would notice weird things like someone looking around a room and think it suspicious. The second was a little neater, blond bangs hanging awkwardly over cerulean eyes. Taichi barely noticed the fact that there was some conversation going on, but he couldn't hear it. Whoever these two were, Taichi saw in them something he hated – that look of one who grew up too fast, someone who had lost innocence long ago. But yet, Taichi recalled how he constantly saw this in himself much more than he would like to. Yeah, like every day. But I have reason, do I not? After all, I had to grow up fast when I was 11. Even if I don't want to admit it. But what could they have done? It's not like they're chosen children, we know where they all are. Hmm… maybe I am getting a little hypersensitive… It now came to his attention that he had missed their names, and would now have to use the ones he came up with. Glare Boy, the brunette, was now seated next to him, and when Taichi faced to properly greet him, he got an intense death glare. He instantly gave up the idea of a friendly introduction, deciding that now his name was Death-Glare Boy. Oh boy… he's sure set to make a lot of friends, Taichi thought sarcastically. He almost said it out loud. No, shouldn't do that. Who knows, Death-Glare might have a gun or something. (AN: Nice observation Taichi)

So, that lesson went by normally enough, well, except the constant lurking suspect in Taichi's head that Death-Glare could read minds through… uh… Death-Glaring… and thus now hated him or something. That boy sure liked to stare! Did he even do any work?

At the end, Taichi had to hand in the work he had done. Not much. He never liked math anyway, that was Izzy's job. And his mind had been on other things (like always) so he hadn't done much. He practically ran out of the room afterwards (recess – double math always sucks best before a break) until he noticed Death-Glare and Blondie (hey, he only knows three other blonds and they have names) were talking to the teacher. Or rather the teacher was talking and Death-Glare was glaring at Taichi. Oh boy. Blondie was blushing. The teacher was praising them maybe? Death-Glare didn't seem to like praise, and then Taichi decided to listen in a little more. This time he heard a mention of Izzy, and… was that himself? OH BOY. Bad Day. (AN: Anyone watch Jackie Chan Adventures?)

*Lunch*

"Death-Glare isn't glaring at me anymore. I feel like I free or something!"

"Um… Taichi? What are you talking about?" A girl with sandy-blond hair and sharp green eyes by the name of Keika (AN: It's Yama!) asked half-mockingly, half-worriedly.

"Well, that guys with the nasty glare… he's been glaring at me all day, and now he's just talking, not glaring at me at all. Now I'm happy."

"Uh… Taichi, you're really weird. This guys name is Death-Glare?"

"No, that's just the name I came up with."

"So… this guy has been in the same lessons as you all day, and you never picked up on a name?"

"No, he was too busy glaring to give me one. He was sitting next to me for two hours."

"Never heard of a REGISTER?"

"Nope, can't say I have!" Taichi said happily.

"Ah-ha, that's more like the baka I know!" Keika added, happy at Taichi's change in attitude. "So, there's a new student and you aren't planning some bizarre prank?"

"Correction: two new students. And if I played a prank on them the Glare-Boy would probably kill me. He's probably been silently saying 'Omae o korosu' to me all day or something."

"Aw, afraid he'd glare you to death? Where is this guy anyway?"

Taichi sighed. "I'm not going to point, it's rude, and he'll probably see me."

"Man, this guy must be real intense to scare the almighty Taichi," a new voice said from behind.

"Yamato, that's scary! I don't know what that guy sounds like, how do I know you're not him?"

"Never mind. He anywhere near the food? We can walk past to get some."

"But I don't need any!"

Yamato promptly picked up some of the stuff Taichi had, followed by Keika. They both ate the stuff quick as possible.

"Got money? You'll need it!"

Taichi sighed and headed off to get food. Alone.

When he neared the table of the two newbies whom he would usually be tormenting by now, he caught snippets of their conversation. Only snippets though, because they kept slipping into English. Taichi was never very good at English. He usually left that stuff to Izzy… now he had a sense of déjà vu. He left everything to Izzy. But for all the… um… big-haired brunettes faults, he could still interpret a conversation by the tones pretty well. After a while they stuck to one language, which was (luckily) Japanese.

"I know we have to get back, but you could at least act a little normal."

"By staying here we are endangering the mission."

"We don't have a mission at the moment. The others can handle it. They do have help, you know. We have to find out how to get back, but at least try and act naturally. This could be the closest we ever get to peace for a long while…"

Taichi didn't really understand now, a mission? Get back where? Oh well, they were a little out of his hearing. He had stopped. Now he kept walking, smiling, as he caught what seemed to be the end of the conversation.

"Fine. I'll wait. But if things go wrong, omae o korosu." So Death-Glare Boy did death threats as well? The last line almost made him laugh out loud. Now he could be nice and say something.

"When a death threat becomes a multipurpose phrase, you know you need help. Trust me, I've had my fair share," he said with a smile, as he walked off. He, Taichi, had said something witty, smart, and with a hidden meaning at the same time. Oh boy. The others would never hear the end of this. Maybe Death-Glares all day gave him smarts or something… or maybe there was a cosmic imbalance of… uh… really big size… that made him smart. Maybe leaving the thinking bit to Izzy WAS the smart thing after all.

-End Chapter

AN: I did a whole chapter, all about Taichi! And with two pilots, without ever using their names! I'm smart! No… if this is screwed up it's my own fault, I'm not one for blaming Taichi's image song, Yuuki Wo Tsubasa Ni Shite, or Izzy's image song, Version Up, for the large involvement of digimon characters in this chapter. Nor can I blame the 'Omae O Korosu' club for Taichi's line about death threats ('Not everyone is crazy like you and understands 'Omae O Korosu' as a multipurpose phrase!')