Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon Frontier, in any way, shape or form. Those wonderful people at Bandai own it. All I own are my original characters and the idea behind this story.

A/N I would seriously love to get a lot of reviews, so I can improve and complete this story. I want it to be the best it can be. Peace! All reviews can be sent to my email, a_coucill@hotmail.com or dark_duo_2@hotmail.com

As usual my final thought before you start; "Never waste a moment, you could lose so much more" - me

My head throbbed as I slowly woke from the flashing, multi-hued nightmare that was sleep, or it might have just been plain, old, regular unconsciousness judging from the pain in my temples and behind my eyes. I looked around to check where I was, noticing that a few of the trees near me looked like they'd been hit, and judging from the size and depth of marks, not to mention the funny angle many seemed to be at, they'd been hit hard. Then I noticed the great bulk that lay in an awkward manner, about 10 meters from where I was. It was a large digimon, one of the biggest I'd ever seen this close, and it appeared to be sleeping. I didn't recognize it, but whatever it was, it could have easily made those marks in the tree, and as I slowly and painfully raised myself to my feet, the deep gashes and rents in the earth's surface further away from me. But then, what was I doing here, so close to this battleground. And, more importantly, who had won, and where were they? An Injured digimon of that size was not something high on my list of things to meet, especially when they were still in a battle-rage.

I began to creep away slowly. I could see the unnamed digimon was stirring, and though it's breathing was heavy and laboured, it could still be a threat. I'd just about made it passed the ring of bent and battered trees, when suddenly its eyes snapped open, and both moved and focused on me. I froze; praying to whatever deity would listen that it wouldn't spot me, but it was not to be.

"P..ppl..please...help.....me." Its voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard it.

"Ok, under one condition, you swear not to attack me."

"I swear it!" It gasped out, obviously in a great deal of pain.

I moved back towards it. I felt sorry for it. Even with my rather limited medical knowledge, I could tell that at least 3 of its ribs were broken, probably more, and the bruising and burns all over its body, indicated a substantial amount of damage had been inflicted, most likely a fire digimon, that or one that could burn another with ease. I didn't know what I could do to help it, besides talking to it and easing its pain.

I stayed with the poor creature for a little over an hour before it expired and turned to data. During that time it had told me the story of how it had come to be injured so grievously, and who had done it. A digimon named Agunimon, it'd said, and with the name came a rush of memories, but before I could make sense of any of them they'd disappeared, but the point was they were there! That meant I could now try and remember them, and they might provide a clue to my past and the reason for my existence here in the Digital World. The excitement I felt did not show on my face. I'd long ago given up expressing emotions as more often than not they lead to an attack on me as some digimon sensed my momentary weakness. It was a safety precaution.

After the death and dispersion of the injured digimon, I quickly moved off and away from the scene, in case any other digimon might come and try something, as had happened back when I lingered beside the scene of a battle. I wandered far in the hours after the battle, lost in my thoughts and attempts to retrieve the memories buried deep within my mind, stopping only to forage for food and to sip at a river when the hunger became to great to suppress. As I sat in the bowl formed by the roots of an ancient tree, and gazed out over the water, I saw a digimon come down to the river and begin drinking from the river and as a reflex I began to dive for cover. But something happened that stopped me, I realized I recognized this digimon, and a word began to form on my tongue.

"Cerberamon." I breathed.

The digimon's ears twitched, and it looked up to see me staring wide-eyed from my vantage point across the river. I watched as its eyes grew large and frightened, and it cried out something and raced away from the river, through the thick underbrush, before I could ask it what our connection was. I dropped down into the tree feeling depressed and saddened. The first digimon ever that I'm unafraid to ask for information, is deathly frightened of me.

"Great, just great." I muttered.

The skies overhead began to darken, and a drop of water splashed in front of me. I glanced around looking for suitable shelter and I noticed that another tree further down river formed a perfect place to wait out the storm. It was a cave of sorts, more like an overhang that protected a carved out section of the tree, that looked like it had room for me to sit under, possibly even lay down. I jogged quickly over to this alcove, and glanced around it and the surrounding area, checking for any sign that a digimon called this place home. Satisfied, I was not invading anyone's turf; I entered and sat, my back against the tree, just as the rain came pouring down. The tree smelled deeply of earth and moss, which was comforting, it was natural. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the rain drumming on the hardwood above me, and splashing softly on the river outside. All of it, the sounds, the smells and even the faint taste of earth in my mouth had a calming effect on me, which was exactly what I needed at the time. I felt like I could sleep, and unintentionally, I began to relax. The memories of the day came flooding back, especially the memory of something inside me sitting there waiting to be released, something connected with the name Agunimon. Images flashed in my head, a panorama of memories. Many of them contained images of other beings similar to me. The blonde-headed girl and the other boys like myself, the inhabitants of my tormented sleep. People. The word appeared in my head, and I immediately recognized the significance of the word. That was what I was! A Person! A Human! That word, bitterly flung at me was what separated me from the rest of the digital world, but it was my identity, my past. It was my link to the past! I clung to that memory, like a drowning man clutches at a straw, did everything in my power to keep it in focus in the hope that it would bring forth more of my past. The image of the blonde girl flashed into my mind again, this time with something more, a name. Izumi. And I could hear her voice too.

"I like you too Takuya..."

I could feel the tears flowing freely down my face, but I couldn't care less. I knew who I was, where I came from, and why I was here! I sank down lower, to the ground; the tears drop from my face to the floor, as I curled up, sinking into oblivion with one word on my lips.

"Izumi..."

Author's Notes. Yes, It's up, finally, and I'm sorry it's so late. But I've been busy! I swear to god! So very busy, let me tell you when they say Math C is going to be difficult, they aren't lying! Anyway enough excuses. On to the important stuff. Yes, Takuya has his memory back! Not all of it, but enough! So what does this herald for him, the digital world, and the rest of the story? Well, I'm not too sure, but I have some good ideas, so you'll just have to stay tuned huh! Well, any comments (please!), critics or just a "Hey slackass, move it and finish!" are appreciated.

Oh and a very, very, incredibly, extremely, unbelievably, (insert adjective here) huge thanks goes out to Dragi Vitramon! Thank you so much for your enthusiasm and support! It went a long way towards getting this finished! So I dedicate this chapter to you, Thanks again.

Cheers all, catch you when I do! Duo.