Okai. I hope this chapter is as interesting as the last. Uh…well I hope the last one was interesting as well. You know what I don't understand? Why the hell do most writers (well stories I've read so far) always have a disclaimer in it? Why the hell do you need one? Sheesh, dudes.

(Answer is simple, Nikki. Because we don't own Digimon. And not stating it seems to make it like you own it.)

Chapter 4

Kouji woke up coated with sweat. He slowly slid out of bed, making sure he didn't wake up Izumi. He made a short trip to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, he began splashing cold water on his face.

He turned off the running faucet and stared at the small length mirror. "Oh, god. Last night…was a dram…." He whispered. 'No…it was just a nightmare…just a nightmare and nothing more…nothing more."

He grabbed a towel and wiped his face with it. Suddenly he heard footsteps and looked up. Izumi stood at the doorway.

"Are you feeling okay, Kouji?"

"Yeah-, I'm fine-, real fine-, never better-, why?" he said rapidly.

Izumi didn't budge. She had a feeling that something was wrong with him, yet she didn't know what.

Then slowly she thought of the warning she received last night. Leave now…before the prophecy comes true…what prophecy? Everything is such a riddle and a mystery.

Izumi was thinking real hard for an answer, but she didn't even know where to begin! What she did know is that things around here are going to get a lot worse than what happened before.

"Izumi? Izumi?" he called out.

Izumi stopped thinking about all the bizarre things that happened.

"Huh?" She said.

"You hungry? I'll make breakfast."

"Um…how about me making it this time?" She let out a grin.

"What?" Remarked Kouji. "You think my meals taste crappy?" He, too, grinned.

Izumi rolled her eyes. "I'll wait for you at the kitchen, ok?"

Kouji nodded.

Izumi went downstairs towards the kitchen.

His expression tuned back to a serious one and again he was thinking real hard about what the voice said. Maybe it was just a dram…maybe.

Izumi walked into the kitchen and began rummaging around for pots and pans. She decided to go make pancakes for the both of them

She found the pancake batter (powder, whatever shit it is! I don't eat pancakes and I don't know how to make it! I know, I know. It's sort of sad… but hey! I bet YOU don't' know hot to make it either!) And turned on the stove.

Izumi poured the batter into the pan and watched it sizzle…or whatever the hell it does. Kouji took a seat at the kitchen table.

A few minutes later, the pancakes were set. She took a spatula and scraped it off the pan and onto the plate. She noticed how hot it was during the working process so she cautiously walked towards her room. "Bon Appetite!" She said to Kouji.

She wanted to fetch herself a scrunchy (is that how you spell it!?) because she refuses to use the rubber bands.

She slowly walked inside her room. She peered around everywhere. Nothing. Everything seemed normal as it was supposed to be. She noticed the chime she bought was ringing not too loudly.

Izumi walked towards the desk and began searching around for a scrunchy. Nope…nothing there. So she started looking for it elsewhere.

She stood at the window and looked hopelessly around when she noticed a cloaked man standing outside. She opened her mouth, but kept it shut.

The stranger just stood stiffly there, not moving an inch. Was the person a new neighbor…or was he lost?

As the cloaked person glared up at Izumi's window, she quickly ducked down.

More thoughts and questions filled her head with confusion. Slowly she raised her head and noticed the person or thing had vanished. Could this be another mirage or illusion? Maybe she was still in a dream…Izumi pinched herself, hard.

"Ouch!" She muttered. "All right. SO everything happening is real…ow…that hurts! I'm such an ass…." She rubbed her pinkish arm.

She made her way to the closet, which was next to the mirror. She finally found what she had been looking for. She looked into the mirror and tied her hair.

She bent over towards the error and eyes it carefully. She began tapping onto the glass. Nothing happened. Everything was fine, just fine.

She was about to walk away when a hand reached for her throat.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH! KOUJI!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

The hand gripped onto her throat and pulled her int0 the mirror…into a whole new different world.

Err, well that was pretty boring. Seriously, I bet anyone could've written a better chapter than this bullshit! So anyways, let's talk about the pancake process…anyone else besides me who is confused?