'More Than The Eye Can See' by Rebecca Lyn/Daisuke Anarie

Chapter Three: Jenrya's POV

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon and I honestly don't plan on it, either.

Summary: AU, Crossover, Shounen-ai/yaoi. Takuya isn't normal... he sees things from another dimension... which includes a dark-haired, blue-eyed boy. But he isn't alone. And someone's after them, for they hold sacred powers that could either heal the world or destroy it. Koukuya, Kensuke, Takarya – maybe others.

Warning: This is MALEXMALE, so if you don't like it, turn around and walk away! I will not put up with senseless flaming of shounen-ai/yaoi. Got nothing good to say? Then don't say anything! (A little vulgar language in this chapter.)

Dedication: My dad, who was kind enough to go out and buy me some ramen noodles, which powered my brain to continue.

-I was honestly just getting off the train, honestly. I was heading to Odaiba. But I think something didn't want me to go. And that something would do anything to keep me from going there.-

Wary grey eyes wandered over the new territory, studying the outlay of the area. People were hustling about, chattering away to each other merrily, and paying absolutely no attention to what was going on around them.

-I'm normally very alert and on my toes, but this took me by surprise. I didn't expect being attacked at the train station, of all places, surrounded by hundreds of people. However, it happened.-

Over the speakers, he heard an announcer direct the passengers for Departure to Tokyo at 12:57 board train 47. The sound was a bit too loud, and he figured that the volume had been messed with earlier, but that didn't really matter. Pulling a small knapsack onto his shoulder, he shook his head and continued on his way.

-I'm Lee Jianliang, preferably called Jenrya. And believe it or not, I – the sensible, cautious one – am in a deep pile of shit.-

Jenrya stepped carefully through the crowd, avoiding people and objects. He didn't want to get in someone else's way and he didn't want someone or something else getting in his way. The noise was unnerving – something was amiss about it. It was out of place and almost forced. He quickly shook his head again. 'You're imagining things,' he silently scolded.

-I can tell even before it's actually occurs.-

As he walked, almost automatically, a faint sound reached his ears, distant and distressed. He looked around slowly, but it seemed as if no one else noticed. And a banging! He heard something banging... on a wall! 'How strange... Just your imagination,' he reminded himself.

-That happens a lot – I hear banging, creaking, scraping, and those sort of sounds. It's strangely distinct in my ears... No one else hears it. But there's something dreadful about it. It always...-

Even though he tried to block it, the sound just got louder until he swore he heard a voice, too. And it was calling... beckoning him... drawing him...

-It hypnotizes me, literally. I fall into a trance and it takes quite a lot of effort to bring me out of it. I'm not sure how or why, but my mind will go blank and all I can focus on is that noise.-

His caramel-toned skin paled as his eyes glazed over. His movements were robot-like.

Gone. He was gone.

-It's like I'm out of my body, watching what's happening, without any control at all. I can only watch. And I know it's going to lead to something bad.

I wish it wouldn't happen, but... I guess that's life for me. Nothing I do can stop it... Nothing...-

He walked – or, was lead by some invisible force – through the station and down a flight of twisting stairs. No one noticed.

His footsteps sounded dull and hollow against the wood steps.

The farther he went down, the darker it seemed to get. The small voice that was his conscious was forced away, but still begging him to snap out and run. But it was too late.

Then, suddenly, the stairs ended and lead into a short, pitch-black hallway. The smell of dead flesh suddenly tainted the air, but that didn't faze him.

At the end of the hallway was a white door... stained with something red.

Blood!

Suddenly, his mind was back, but at the same time, he was shoved towards the door, which had mysteriously opened. He managed to catch himself at the last moment, grabbing onto the doorframe and keeping himself from falling inside. Shaking, he quickly regained control of his muscles and threw himself away from the door, eyes wide in horror.

He would've slammed the door shut and ran for his life if what he saw behind the door didn't tug at his already sore heartstrings. "Shimatta... Oh Kami-sama, please help..."

Nerves in overdrive, Jenrya stared with eyes full of so many emotions, at a fallen child, no older than himself, sprawled on the floor... and a monster that couldn't be described in intelligent words leaning over him with a murderous, hungry look on its disgusting face.

"Why... me?" the blunette asked in defeat as dangerous black eyes turned its attention from the boy to him.

The second youngest Lee was officially frozen in spot by the intensity of threat in the demon creature's features. An unexpected wave of indifference swept over him and he sighed. "So much for meeting the others..."

A clawed 'hand' stretched out, opening to its fullest – which was about two and a half meters – and wrapped around Jenrya's torso, a single sharp point piercing the skin at his side and attracted a sharp gasp from him.

There would definitely be more blood.

-Author's Note: Shorter, yes... But this is the second chapter I was able to squeeze out today, and I just had to get it posted. Gomen.