One Day At A Time: Jenrya's POV

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I never plan to, really. I'm happy with taping the episodes, listening to the CDs, role-playing yaoi occasionally, and wishing that I could get my hands on the Japanese series with subtitles. Oh well.

Author's Note/Warning: This is Tamers AU with lots of TakatoxJenrya shounen-ai (possibly yaoi in the future) fluff. Don't like it, don't read it. It's that simple. Also, I have not seen all of the Tamers season, and only the English version for that matter. The information I have is from websites and… some is just made up. AU, people, it is AU! Furthermore, encouraging reviews would be greatly appreciated, while flames will just injure my already crumbling self-esteem. Be nice to me, please. I'm not even sure if I'll continue this... It just came up as an idea so... If you want me to continue, please let me know! The rating will most likely go up as the story progresses. So, with that said... Read and enjoy! (Again. Copied and pasted.)

This chapter is in Jenrya's POV and contains his thoughts on the past three chapters. Normally, I wouldn't do this, but I feel like I need to explain a few things about why Jenrya's acting the way he is. Another reason why I'm doing this is because I've been up to my ears with stress about finding out my new diagnosis with the new psychiatrist I'm going to and a new chapter isn't coming very easily to me right now. I apologize. –Daisuke Anarie

The future I must walk is illuminated by the light that guides me…

Since I was little, I wanted to believe in fairy tales, but reality was always heavy on my shoulders. Life just wasn't made to be complete adventure, magic, and romance. Life has responsibility, cruel twists, and an agenda to slap you back in the face at least twice a day.

Luckily, I have a pretty much normal family, except my dad's a full-blown workaholic. That has caused him a bit of trouble with being discontent with his work, so we move frequently until he can find something that'll occupy him long enough. Unfortunately, this normally doesn't last very long. It really doesn't bother me that much; he's just searching for the right path to take.

With all the moves, I've learned to not become attached to things. To brief friends, I'm distant and quiet, never going to birthday parties or getting out with a group. I just do what I must till we pack our bags again and take off to the other side of the world.

But something was different about West Shinjuku. I could just feel it.

I have weird feelings, déjà vu, paranoia, and being drawn to stuff. I've tried to explain it to my parents, but the words just don't come out and make sense together. All I can describe it is to give an example: when I was five and my mother had to go to the convenience store to get some medicine for my fever. I begged her not to leave me, continuing to say that something bad was going to happen, and after plenty of tears, running snot, and puppy dog eyes, I convinced her to stay. Next morning, there was a report on the news about a shooting at that same convenience store.

My older brother and sister teased me a lot about it, but I do my best to ignore them.

I wasn't too thrilled when we moved back to Japan. We had been in America for just five months before coming here. And I was honestly enjoying my stay there. There was just a lot more freedom, opportunities, and breathing space, a sense of being in control of something, where I always felt crowded and controlled in other places. The only thing that really got to me was how rude some of the people were and all the criminal activity. But that's just my perspective.

There was definitely something going on in West Shinjuku, something with the people. Not all the people, though.

I remember the day we arrived. After unpacking, I had left the new apartment building to explore a bit, find out where my school was located, the bank, a few stores, just get the basic outlay of things. It was just my luck to be spacing out, though, as I walked and bumped into someone. It was a redhead girl with amethyst eyes. She glared at me, but that wasn't what got me. What shook me up was the raw energy she radiated. Not only was she physically tough, she had a strong mental capacity.

She was almost inhuman.

The same thing happened with 'Takato-kun' and his brunette friend just a few minutes ago. The light in his eyes was peculiar. It almost spoke to me. He had seen something beyond human sight. I didn't know how I knew – and I still don't, it just occurred to me in my head. And the female had a startling aura, too. They both had some sort of ability that was different than other humans.

It was overwhelming and weird. I didn't understand it, none of it made sense. And I'm a smart boy, a lot of things made sense to me, except this.

So, I did the only thing that made sense – I retreated. Or, I ran away, whichever satisfies you more.

I really don't know what to think of it right now. And I suppose I shouldn't let it bother me, because school isn't the best place to break down. I still don't get it… I've 'met' three 'odd' people in the past three days, all during my time in West Shinjuku. Does this place just breed strangeness or is there something more to it?

There's got to be something more. And I'm going to find out what it is, too, no matter what it costs.