A/N: Mmm mmm good! (looks up from empty plate with chocolate all over face) Thanks fer the cake Arsinen! Actually, Akira was the first name I thought of, but then I thought it was too over used. Then it was followed by Kenada and Tetsuo . . . heh, they didn't sound cutsie enough. But I got one! If anybody can tell me what series it came from WITHOUT looking it up I'll give you a cookie! Tehe! Anywho, we have our usual faithful reviewers, I feel so loved! Oh! A new reviewer! And she's fond of my story! I feel so warm and fuzzy inside! (squishy!) Hum . . . sorry it took a little longer than usual, but this chapter was harder to write for some reason. I just couldn't come up with any good ideas! Instead of one night of writing it took two! And it still sucks, but hey. On another note, I finally found Yama's music! Listening to it provided me with inspiration . . . and Oretachi no Melody made me cry . . . (sniffle) Don't look at me! Just . . . go read! (blows nose obnoxiously loud wif tissue)

Btw: Aww Arsinen, I'm high on life! Squee!

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Chapter Five:

Don't Mess With an Ishida When They're Pissed!

Tai's first reaction was surprise as he looked upon the man standing before him; he looked like a cat that had gotten caught out in the rain and just as happy. The next emotion was alarm however, and he shoved his son behind him protectively. What did this mad man want?

"Uhh . . . hey there. Something I can help you with?" He asked warily.

Matt didn't wait for an invitation. Trust me, you do not mess with an Ishida when they're pissed! In a growl of fury he leapt at the dark man before him, hands outstretched and reaching for his neck. The child, frightened by this, screamed and ran to take cover behind the couch, peering fearfully from behind.

Poor Tai, taken completely by surprise was bowled over backwards as this blonde stranger wrapped his long fingers around his neck and pinned him to the floor with his body.

"What the?! Wh- what's your . . . problem?!" Tai gasped out.

He couldn't breathe let alone struggle. Tai's hands clawed uselessly at those around his neck as sparks flew across his vision. Matt was in no condition to use his sense of reason through; all he knew is that this man had his daughter and for that he would pay.

"Where is she?" Matt growled ferociously as he applied yet more pressure to his neck.

"Can't . . . breathe!" Tai's legs kicked out weakly in his struggle.

Matt then came to the understanding that if the man couldn't breathe, he couldn't tell him where Tyler was, and removed his hands grudgingly from his throat. Still hating this man more than any right then, he still pinned him to the floor and was ready to do more than just choke him if he made any hasty motions.

Gasping for air, Tai rubbed his neck and glared at the stranger before him. What the hell had he done to this guy to deserve this? Some nerve! Just barging in on him and attacking him in his own home! Now that his life was out of immediate danger, his thoughts turned to his son and his safety. Straining his neck he tried to see the little boy, but alas could find nothing. Perhaps that was a good thing.

"Now. I'll only ask you once more before taking you to meet your maker. Where is she?" Matt's voice was soft and deadly calm.

"Where's who? You need to chill man!" Tai sputtered from his prone position.

Now, at first Tyler had stayed hidden in the bathroom as she heard the scuffle going on at the stranger's front door. She recognized that new voice, and as her father quite obviously attacked the kind man, the girl winced. Tyler was all at once afraid to face her father, angry at him for finding her and threatening the dark haired man, and worried for his safety. With a sigh she knew she couldn't just stay out of sight; this man was in trouble. She knew how bad her father could be when he was angry. She'd witnessed it mere hours ago.

Gathering all the nerve she could muster, Tyler took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom, peering cautiously around the corner of the hallway. Her eyebrows knit together in anger as she saw the bruises and welts already forming upon the man, and her father looking ready to kill. He was asking for her and she supposed in order to save the poor man she'd have to give him what he wanted.

Clearing her throat she stepped defiantly from the hallway and stood in the middle of the living room. Her fists were clenched firmly at her sides as she glared daggers at her father.

Matt's head snapped up as he heard the noise of Tyler making her presence known. The man he had once been ready to murder was ignored as he stalked to his daughter's side. The girl steeled herself for what was most likely to be a rather harsh lecture . . . putting it lightly of course.

Barely he restrained himself from slapping some sense into his daughter, and he took several deep breathes to try and bring some calm back to himself.

"Do you have any idea what could've happened to you? You're lucky I came in time to get you before that pervert did something unspeakable! What were you thinking? How could you be so . . . stupid?!"

Tyler stiffened at his outburst, and went to turn away in defiance but was stopped when Matt grabbed a hold of her elbow roughly. Though the girl was frightened by her father's anger, she was just too stubborn to let in and met the glare of her father with one just as scathing.

"He's not a pervert, he just tried to help me." She replied evenly, and even attempted to yank her arm away to no avail.

"You're too young to know the difference, you could've been killed! Or worse. We're going home."

Matt began to drag his daughter away before looking at the man once more. Tai had managed to pull himself up and go to stand protectively in front of his son. Though the way he'd treated him was certainly enough to anger him, the way he treated his daughter was worse. It wasn't like the guy was being overly mean, but . . . one would think he'd at least give the poor girl a hug before ranting.

"Hey, why don't you lay off her man? I was only trying to help her. I mean, you find some poor seven year old crying in an alleyway and being poked by some homeless guy, and you just leave her there? I don't think so." Tai said in his defense and that of the young girl.

The blonde merely gave a look that could kill as he dragged the unwilling girl out the door.

"Whatever."

As he stared at the back of the retreating duo, Tai blinked a few times as a stinging familiarity of that word slapped him in the face like a wet noodle. The boy, sensing it was safe, came to stand beside his father and tugged on his shirt to be picked up. Obliging the toddler, he picked the boy up and walked to the door. The guy hadn't even bothered to shut it on his way out.
He looked out once to see if he could catch one more glimpse of that strange girl and her even stranger father, but alas they'd already disappeared. Softly he shut the door and balanced the boy on his hip.

"Well Naota, that was certainly strange, huh?" Tai asked quietly. The boy merely nodded and continued to suck his thumb. It was all the same to him. "But . . . what is so familiar about that 'whatever'? This is going to drive me crazy . . ."

"Hey, we're all in this together! C'mon, stop fighting you guys!"

Tai glared at the blonde standing before him and the blonde glared right back, but grudgingly they both released the hold they had on each other's shirts.

"Whatever." He said as he stalked away to be on his own, and after a short while the wail of a blues harmonica floated across the area as the rest of the digidestined sat . . .

"But that couldn't be . . . he couldn't be here . . . but still, that voice . . ." Tai pondered as the scene flashed before his eyes. It couldn't be . . . Yamato?

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A/N: Yeah . . . that chapter sucked a lot, but hopefully the next will be ultra fresh and fat-tastic! The whole flashback thingy ma bobber sucked most of all, I tried to find some good dialogue with the famous Yama "whatever", but failed. So I had to make it up. And it suckethed most terrible. Squee . . .

Will Tai ever see Matt again? Will Matt take the overly large bug out of his nose? Will Tyler get her butt spanked? Find out next time, on Digimon: Digital Monsters!

. . . I swear, I'll never do that again . . . till next chapter . . . meep!