Jake stared at his watch with a look of boredom crossing his now mature features, his eyes owned a glossy glow, yet the starry glitter that he had owned when young had long left his magical looking eyes. The years of torment had drowned his bliss and love for living, and for a long time he had spent sinking into the darkness of grief and the flaming blade of guilt stabbed through his chest, cutting through with it's razor edges. However time always eases the pain, and heals the deepest gashes and wounds, hence the five years that had passed since Kari's departure and their breakup had already cured, not lacking the pain of the medicines, the heartache that stabbed his soul.

"and 5!" snapped Jake excitedly. He typed on his computer a protection code, leaving it with the screensaver without turning it off and neither leaving the private contents of his programing to be seen by anyone.

Jake rushed up the stairs with the excitement of a child leaving highschool, and his rushed paces took him through a mecanic door, to be engulfed by a brightly lit, white room. Everything in the room was controled by some sort of mecanic device, it was apparently a natural reserve for all sort of microchips as different technologies inquired before beginning to work their doing. Jake ignored the constant inquiring of a coffe machine, questioning him if he pleased some coffe. He leapt agily over the table, only to land behind a tall, comfy office chair, on which a man with flaming hair sat, typing frantically on his computer, oblivious to Jake's pressence. Jake grinned mischievously and pulled Izzy's hands away from the keyboard.

"JAKE!" moaned Izzy displeased about his act, looking up from the screen and staring at the man through his square glasses.

"Izzy, you work too much!" Jake affirmed staring down at the man with a knowing look, yet the smile never left his still young lips.

"Jake, I work hard, but I reach my goals sooner than others with a media of daily work lower than mine!" Izzy explained rather proffesionally.

"yeah, and your level of health is also lower than the media!" Jake mumbled gazing othersides, trying to appear as if the words that had accidentally left his lips had been nothing but the humming of nature outside the artificial office.

"what was that?" inquired Izzy suddenly staring straight at the man, breaking his gaze away from the monitor, where it had landed once again.

"oh, nothing! Just an afterthought,  by the way Mr Koushiro, how is project Matrix going?" Jake inquired, his voice slightly alarmed yet it relaxed upon reaching the thought of the project which had been ocupying most of Izzy's mind for the past years.

Izzy's lips broke into a mischievous and knowing grin, "pretty well!" he answered returning his gaze torwards the computer, and starting to type at a speed Jake had never observed in anyone before. He couldn't help but think that the man's ability to type would come in handy at the time of playing the delicacy of the musical piano.

"right now I was finishing my latest theory, please take a seat!" Izzy started explaining, never keeping his eyes away from the computer.

Jake looked behind himself and sat on a bright, blueish violet coloured chair, the wrinkled surface gave out it's leathery constitution. As Jake sat he couldn't help but observe how different from his chair this one was, the comfortable shape of the seat and the back, and the perfect altitude of the arms.

"…about how confused we were, care for a coffe?" Izzy stopped his speech once again to inquire a petition while never retreating his eyes off the screen, neither his hands had lost the concentration and still remained in their constant typing, quick, without a single pause, like spiders in their hunt.

Jake looked at the cup of coffee laying next to him, pale, like the whole office. Small strands of greyish white steam gently floated torwards the ceiling, only to vanish a few centimetres over the cup, either blending in with the paleness or dissipating around the room. It's perfect calmness only altered by the gentle breathing coming from both men. Jake picked up the cup and took a small zip, gasping at the burning sensation upon reaching his sensitive tounge and lips.

"so, how come we were confused?" he inquired curiously, lowering the cup and placing all his attention on the red headed man he pretty much worshipped as the genius of many theories, creations and other items and things that had proved worthy.

Izzy stopped writing and started directly at him, his arms placed calmly over the table, one on top of another, and his face glowing with a peace and calm, even a security over himself that Jake had never seen on the totally active man.

"the Matrix does not exist!" Izzy explained calmly.

Jake stared at him wide eyed, "bu…!" he started, yet his mouth only moved in a frantic motion, as if he had suddenly turned into a fish and lacked the oxigen needed to breathe and live. He could not understand why the man that had given him the job and passion for computers was suddenly giving up on the secret project that had taken him so many years. Another thought that assaulted his nervous mind was the thought of it's discovery, if the Matrix didn't exist, how come Izzy was so calm? He had proved his own thoughts and ideas to be wrong.

"calm Jake, the Matrix doesn't exist out of here because…this is the Matrix!" Izzy finished his remark placing a knowing gaze on the man, never removing the constant stillness, never shaking or flinching, simply staring at the nervous boy to make him understand the reality of such thought.

Jake glanced at the man with a curious gaze, his heart was beating fast with excitement, and his veins pumped so much adrenaline he thought he was about to leap out of the window, simply to burn all the energy acumulating in his organism. Yet suddenly his mind caught the message, and bright, magickal eyes directed a quick glance at the still steaming cup of coffe on his hand, and the strange, bright coloured chair that, he suddenly noticed, was not there before. A chair like that would show up against the paleness of the office. Izzy had just programed both items, simply t make him see the reality of the situation, which suddenly started to scare him.

"how can we get out?" Jake inquired nervously, the whole even starting to slap him with the force of a titan, never did he really expected to find that the Matrix was a reality.

"I don't know yet, why don't you come with me and have lunch? Yoley told me she was meeting a friend at Yin-Yang, maybe you get along!" Izzy explained standing up and placing the code on his precious computer.

Jake placed the cup onto the table with delicacy, almost as if fearing it would bite him or shoot an electric jolt through him. His eyes gazed at an amused Izzy, and he quickly stood up, ready to follow him and leave the two programmed items where they were, standing quietly in Izzy's office.

Yoley waved at Izzy and Jake as they entered the restaurant, dressed in their inmaculate black uniforms, and both with a laptop of their own instalation and programing to bring their enormous drivers and files home, for a bit ef extra work. The woman was standing in front of a young female with long, caramel hair, dressed in what seemed the uniform of an office woman, with a black skirt and a white shirt, as well as a pair of high heeled shoes.

The young woman quickly turned around, and Jake nearly dropped his laptop, and the nervous smile that had been tensing his facial muscles since the discovery of his contradictory ideas of reality, had completely fade, melted into a somewhat shocked expression. Standing before him was the most beautiful creature he had ever encountered in his life, the woman that roamed his brightest dreams, an angel of prefection, his perfection. Her curves were perfect, her long, slender legs made her graceful like a gazelle, her beautiful face made her look as radiant as the moon shining bright on the vast and dark extentions of the sky. Standing before him was his light, the brightness lighting his path, darkenned for many years, for she…

To Be Continued…

AN: What is with the misterious girl? And what's with a paranoid Izzy? Sorry bout that little Matrix thing, I've just been keeping a discussion with a friend for the whole afternoon, concluding what was reality or not. Anyways please, read and review k? tell me your opinion on the story, I think it's turning out ok, isnt it?