Hey there everybody! Tyson_FoxFlame reporting to you live from....my living room actually. Well, this is the first fic that me and nEo-cHaN are going to write together and since it was my idea, I'm writing the first chapter! Anyway, like the summary said, this is an AU. Uh, read in our bio for the whole summary I guess. Right now all I can say is what it says in the little summary. Matt moves into a new house, plays with a Ouija board, meets Tai and is sucked into his past repeatedly. Uh, yea, let's just type it shall we?

Disclaimer: I own Tai. I am Tai. Tai I am. Would you like blue eggs and spam? But I don't own Digimon. I own this idea though so nah! *sticks out tongue childishly*

KTF: Ooh boy.

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"Jeeze Dad, thanks for letting us know that we're moving!" Matt yelled at his father.

"Matt, calm down." Masaharu Ishida tried to reason with his eldest son. Matt got up and started pacing around the living room, all eyes trained on him.

"Ok, wait a sec. You just told me that we're going to move to the other side of the world in less then a week and you expect me to be calm? I don't think so, sir!" Matt emphasized his last statement, glaring at his father.

"Aw, c'mon Matt. It won't be that bad if you think about it." TK stepped in. Now normally, Matt would have listened to his younger brother, but in this case....

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WON'T BE THAT BAD?" Matt roared in rage.

"Matt we're moving. And that's final." Masaharu put his foot down, deciding for the whole family. Natsuko Ishida nodded firmly in agreement with her husband. TK didn't say anything as he watched his brother. Matt let out a frustrated scream and stormed to his room.

"I suppose that could of gone better."

"It could of, but it's all right. He just needs to get used to it. After all, he's leaving behind all of his friends, relatives, his band, everything he grew up around. Give him time." Natsuko said, getting up to wrap her arms around her husband.

"I suppose you're right." Masaharu said, kissing his wife. TK groaned and covered his eyes, walking away.

"Get a room you two." He said, retreating to his own bedroom.

"At least he's handling this whole thing better." Masaharu commented.

"Matt will come around. Trust me." Natsuko said.

"I hope so. I can't help it. My job wanted me too. Not like I could really say no."

"Don't stress about it. Let's just get to packing up." She smiled softly and headed into the kitchen, throwing things into different boxes.

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That Sunday morning, all 4 of the Ishidas were sitting on a plane to fly to their new home.

"I still can't believe you're dragging us to Japan." Matt grumbled as he flopped into his chair. TK sat down next to him.

"I already explained this, Matt. My job had to relocate me. And there's nothing I can do about it." Masaharu sighed, sitting across the aisle from his sons with his wife.

"I highly doubt that." Matt said, digging through his bag.

"Matt, it'll be fine. Think of it as a new adventure." TK compromised with his brother.

"Whatever." Matt said, slipping on his headphones. The plane took off and soon they were hovering in the air, flying to Japan.

"Matt, listen to me." TK said, turning towards the other boy. Matt said nothing, but glanced in TK's direction.

"It really isn't Dad's fault. We're going to get more money this way. And we'll get to experience life in a new country. It'll be something to look forward to, don't you think?" TK asked him. The older blonde boy snorted and turned up his music. TK sighed and looked away, defeated. 'No getting through to him I suppose.' TK thought to himself as he picked up his book and started to read. Matt looked at him from the corner of his eye and saw that he was reading. He turned down the music and closed his eyes. 'They made me leave everything behind. My home, my friends, Jen.....wonder what she'll do without me?' Matt thought to himself as images of his girlfriend came to him. Her shoulder length brown hair with blonde, black, and red streaks in it, her emerald green eyes, and her sweet smile, the one that filled his days with joy and haunted his dreams. Matt shook his head vigorously and turned up his music again. He never said he wanted to go to Japan. He never said he wanted his father to be promoted. He never said he wanted things to change!

"C'mon Matt, now you're just being selfish." He said to himself. Change was hard for him. He never had liked change. In fact, it scared him. There were quite a few things that scared Matt Ishida. But no one ever knew. Matt liked to keep his fear to himself. Oh yes, many a thing was he afraid of.

For starters, he was afraid of falling. As soon as he had stepped on the plane, his nerves hiked up. He feared of the plane suddenly failing and falling from midair. Falling from high places almost surely meant death.

Another thing he was afraid of. Death. He was afraid of how he would die. If he would die a quick, painless death; or a death that dragged on slowly and mercilessly. It made him shiver to think about all the ways to die. There was always dying in his sleep, which he wouldn't mind. But then, you have the other deaths, the ones you can't control. Such as being hit by a car, being bit by a rabid or poisonous animal, fire, earthquake, hurricane, drowning, and lastly, there was murder. That's the one Matt feared the most. Murder meant that someone had been stalking him for quite some time, planning everyday how to kill him just right. And if it was murder, he would have no time to defend himself against whatever happened, and he would die. And then he would become a ghost.

Ghosts....not something people usually think about. Ghosts are said to just not exist at all. They were just legends and stories people made up to tell others for a good scare. Or were they? Matt didn't really believe in ghosts. In fact, he laughed at the mere idea. But he did believe in the supernatural. Like aliens and werewolves. Outrageous as it may seem, it was the truth. And there was nothing anyone could do to change it.

"You should be happy for Dad. He got a better job and a great opportunity and here you are pouting like a 2-year-old. Stop it. Be happy for him." Matt scolded himself. There was a small tap on his arm, causing Matt to jump in his seat. He turned and looked at TK, who had a concerned yet confused look on his face.

"Are you ok...?" He asked his older brother, looking into the blue eyes. Identical to his very own.

"Huh?" Matt blinked a few times and remembered that they were on a plane.

"Oh, right. Yea, I'm fine. Sorry." Matt gave him a sheepish grin.

"Ri-ight." TK said, obviously not believing the elder. "So then you were just talking to yourself for no apparent reason." Matt's face turned red and he looked away.

"Yea. Just making sure I know how to speak English still." Even to his own ears, the excuse sounded lame.

"Whatever." TK rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his book. Matt sighed and turned off his CD player, popping out the disc that was in there. He opened his bag and pulled out a CD case, trading his 3 Doors Down CD for his Maroon 5 CD. (a/n: I just got that CD and I luv it!) He listened to the CD straight through when it landed on one of his favorite songs. He started to sing along with it softly, right at his favorite part.

"Tap on my window, knock on my door, I want to make you feel beautiful. I know I tend to get so insecure, doesn't matter anymore. It's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along. My heart is full and my door's always open, you can come anytime you want. I don't mind spending everyday, out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay awhile. And she will be loved, and she will be loved. And she will be loved, and she will be loved." Matt sang along with it, not loud enough for anybody but TK to hear. TK smiled gently at his brother, as he didn't even realize that TK could hear him. But if anything could make him happy, it was singing. So TK left him singing his broken heart out, closing his eyes due to Matt's soothing voice. Tears pricked at the back of Matt's eyes, begging to fall. Matt stubbornly brushed them away and changed the song.

His last fear. Crying. He didn't allow himself to show weakness. To him, crying was a weakness. He couldn't allow himself to cry. It would ruin everything he had built up for himself. Crying caused even more bad things to happen. The same song played in his ears, Matt having forgotten that he had the hold button on. Unwillingly, one single crystal dropped from the blue pools, followed by a few more. He looked out the window, away from his brother, away from his family. They couldn't know that he had fallen. He closed his eyes and sighed, trying to catch his breath. Without realizing it, he drifted off to sleep also.

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The plane landed and the Ishida family climbed off of it, walking into the busy Odaiba airport.

"Dad, Odaiba isn't even on the map." Matt said, shoving a map into his father's hands. Masaharu looked it over and shrugged, handing it back to his son.

"Well, it has to exist. After all, we're here!" he exclaimed, leading the group to baggage claim. After claiming all of their bags and boxes of everything, they headed out of the airport.

"Natsuko, why don't you take Matt to the house and TK and I can go register these guys for school?" Masaharu suggested.

"I think that's a good idea. We'll meet you back at the house. You remember how to get there right?" Natsuko asked him, hailing a taxi in the meantime.

"Of course. See you at home." Masaharu called out as he and TK hopped into a different taxi. Natsuko and Matt loaded everything they could into one taxi and in the end, they had to call a second one to fit the last of their luggage in. Natsuko sat in front with the driver and directed him to the house, leaving Matt alone in the back seat, taking in all of the landscape of Odaiba. It was a rather large city, blossoming with it's end-of-summer beauty.

"So what do you think, Matt?" Natsuko jerked him out of his thoughts. Matt looked up and forced a grin.

"It's prettier then Texas." Matt admitted. 'Now if only the people are as good looking as the ones in Texas.' He added to his thoughts. The car ride was very quiet for Matt as his mother and the driver rattled on about something. In a matter of 20 minutes, they stopped and pulled into a driveway. Matt got out of the taxi and stared at the house before him. It was at least 3 stories with an old fashioned style to it. It may have been a beautiful house at one time with its balcony-type windows with the elaborate sliding doors and the wide French doors leading to the inside. But it looks slightly eerie in a sense. The top window is what made it look weird. The window was busted in a few of the panes, and the inside of wherever it led was dark.

"THIS is where we're going to live?" Matt asked his mother in disbelief. Natsuko nodded happily and smiled.

"Isn't it lovely, Matt?" she said and started directing some people who had showed up to move things into the house. Matt just stood in his spot, looking over the house.

"Something's not right here.." Matt said to himself, trying to place a finger on it.

"Matt, come on inside honey!" Natsuko called to him from the front porch. Matt shook his head and walked towards his mother.

"Snap out of it Matt. You're just freaking yourself out." He told himself and walked into the front hall.

"This place will look absolutely wonderful once we move all of our things in." Natsuko gushed, bouncing off to grab something from one of the movers. Matt nodded and slowly followed her. That eerie feeling had returned, more strongly this time. Matt couldn't shake off the fact that something was wrong. It felt as though someone was watching him, following his every step. He turned around sharply and his eyes darted around the room. He walked right into his mother, who had stopped without warning.

"Be careful, Matt." She warned him and started walking again. Matt kept his eyes glued to the ground, watching more of where he was walking then what was around him. He followed his mother upstairs and stood in a doorway.

"TK's room is right down the hall, and this is your room." Natsuko said, opening the door. Matt peered inside and blinked, walking in cautiously. The room was a decent size with the window opposite of the door and the closet on the left wall. That eerie feeling was still there, much stronger this time.

"So, what do you think?" Natsuko asked, positively beaming. Matt swallowed hard and forced a smile.

"Sure mom. It's great." He said uncertainly, looking at the floor.

"All right, I'm going to go back downstairs. We'll move everything into your room in a few." Natsuko said, wandering back downstairs. Matt merely nodded and looked around his room. His eyes wandered over to the window. There was a spot under it. A spot of what looked like...

"Blood." Matt breathed out, moving closer to it. He got down on his hands and knees and examined it closer.

"Holy shit, it IS blood." Matt jerked away, bolting straight up. He glanced around the room nervously, turned, and ran out of the room and downstairs as fast as he could.

"Mom!" he yelled, frantically searching for his mother. She was in the dining room lining up chairs.

"Matt, what is it?" she asked him, watching her son run and pant towards her.

"Mom, upstairs. My room. Blood spots. By window." Matt panted between each breath. Natsuko raised an eyebrow and followed her son back upstairs. Or rather, Matt dragged her back upstairs and showed her the spots.

"See? That's NOT normal." Matt stressed. Natsuko just shook her head.

"We'll just put a rug over it." She decided and walked back downstairs.

"Like that'll help any!" Matt yelled back at her. He looked at the spots again when something strange happened. The blood spots slowly started shaking and they were sucked into the floor, almost like drinking the last few drops of a soda. Matt blinked in surprise at the floor, which was now clean.

"This is too weird.." he trailed off and headed back downstairs, just as his father and TK returned.

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After quite a few hours of unpacking and unloading their belongings, the Ishidas were sitting around their fireplace with a box of pizza.

"Isn't this house lovely?" Natsuko said once again, admiring the work they had done.

"It does look much better now that everything's moved in." TK agreed with her.

"What do you think, Matt?" Masaharu asked his older son. The blonde boy blinked, unaware that his father had addressed him.

"It's nice." He lied through the skin of his teeth. 'If you don't count the creepy feeling and the disappearing blood spots.' He added as an afterthought. Masaharu checked the clock and nodded.

"Well boys, I suggest you get to bed." He turned to his sons.

"What for?" TK asked, reaching for another slice of pizza.

"You both have school starting tomorrow."

"What? Why so soon?" Matt intervened.

"Because I said so. Now get going." He said to them playfully. TK groaned and marched upstairs, whining the entire way with Matt right behind him.

"Night Matt." TK called out and headed into his room.

"Night." Matt stood before the door to his room cautiously. He quietly opened the door and stepped in, turning on the lights. His room looked a little better now that all of his things had been moved in and arranged just how he wanted it. But it still was a bit eerie. Matt shook his head firmly and stripped down to his boxers.

"Just ignore it Matt. Maybe it was just your imagination." He told himself as he climbed into bed.

"Yea. Just your imagination..." He yawned and shut off the light, drifting off to sleep.

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"Hey, let me go!" a voice called out. The voice sounded like one of a child, a small boy maybe. Matt sat up in his bed, looking around for the source of the sound.

"Please, just leave me alone!" the child's voice pleaded more persistently this time. Matt climbed out of bed and stood in the middle of his room.

"Hello? Is there someone here?" Matt asked, his sapphire blue eyes darting in all directions.

"Please, someone help me." The voice begged, close to the window. Matt cautiously walked over, still searching for something.

"Hello? Where are you?" Matt whispered.

"NO! Please, don't hurt me! Leave me alone!" the child's voice cried out. Matt quickened his pace and stood right next to the window.

"What the?" he trailed off.

"Please, just stop!" the child begged. Matt almost reached the voice when there was a loud gunshot. A crash was followed, and the sound of shattering glass was heard, indicating that the bullet or the person went straight through the window. Matt looked out the window, yet saw nothing.

"How bizarre..." He trailed off again, slowly turning around. His gaze went up and his eyes met with a pair of red ones.....

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Matt woke up with a jolt, shooting straight up in his bed. Natsuko and Masaharu burst into Matt's room, flipping on the light.

"Matt? Are you all right?" Natsuko asked, sitting down on her son's bed.

"Mom, somebody was just shot!" Matt exclaimed, looking back towards the window. Natsuko looked at her husband and shook her head.

"Honey, it was just a bad dream. It wasn't real." She consoled him, placing a hand on his back. Matt shook his head.

"No, it was so real! The gun was fired and it went through the window." Matt argued. He hopped out of bed and ran to the window. But the window was in one piece. Masaharu grabbed Matt's arm and pushed him back on the bed.

"Are you feeling all right?" he asked, feeling Matt's forehead.

"I'm not sick! And it seemed so real! I could hear everything. And I could feel the air coming through the broken window!" Matt protested.

"Sweetie, maybe you should go back to sleep. You only have nightmares when you aren't feeling well." Natsuko started to say.

"I'm not sick! I feel perfectly fine! And it just....." Matt paused. Both of his parents looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer. Matt realized that they wouldn't believe him no matter what. He sighed and gave in.

"Maybe it was just a nightmare." Matt agreed with his parents. Natsuko nodded and kissed him on the forehead.

"Of course it was. Now go back to sleep. You have school tomorrow." She said, rising up from the bed.

"Right. Good night. Sorry." Matt apologized.

"Don't worry about it. We just wanted to make sure you were safe." Masaharu said. Matt nodded and laid back against the pillow. Both of his parents left, and his father turned off the light.

'Maybe it was just a dream.' Matt thought to himself and yawned. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It read 2:30 am.

"A very weird and realistic dream." Matt said out loud. He closed his eyes and let himself fall back into his world of slumber. But little did he know, that from one corner of his room there was someone watching him. Sitting by the window was a boy, with blood red eyes.

"Please help me.." the boy whispered in his childish voice, just before he disappeared.

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Wow, this is so fun to write! So sorry if I made this kind of short. It's more of a prologue to get things started. Well, nEo and I are planning out for the next chapter, which she gets to write! *throws confetti and balloons* We really have big hopes for this story and would like it so much if you reviewed! This is our first shot at a joint fic, so let us know what you think. Well, this is Tyson signin' off. Next chapter, nEo- cHaN will be your host. Until next time happy readers, ttyl!

Tyson