Me: Well, I think I've gotten the hang of this document stuff now XD.

Izzy: Took you long enough

Me: Oh be quiet. So what if I'm not a super genius like you?

Tai: Yeah, I couldn't get that stuff either

Sora: You can't get anything

Tai: Hey!

Me: Okay, anyways, I don't own Digimon, and these guys probably wouldn't be very happy if I did.

No Problem

"Are you sure Matt?" TK asked, as he lay upon his brother's rather disorganized bed in his rather disorganized room. Matt was nearby, packing various objects into his ratty black backpack. He seemed to be quite tired, as he was doing this somewhat sluggishly.

"Of course I am!" Matt announced. "There's no way I can pass this up."

"But you're still sick,' TK protested.

"So?" Matt replied. "If I can still sing, then there's no problem." His body shook a little, but he ignored it.

TK still wasn't convinced. "This isn't just some random cold. You've been out of it all week.'

"So I should be getting better now, right?' Matt countered, still packing.

TK sighed. "You still seem pretty sick to me."

"I'm allright," Matt answered in an annoyed tone. "Besides, the concert's tonight. I can't wait any longer."

Then he looked back at his younger sibling for the first time ever since this conversation started. "Tell you what, if I pass out while I'm on stage, then you'll know I ain't ready for it."

TK simply nodded. It was quite apparent that Matt had made up his mind. "Fine...'

"Allright then," Matt replied cheerfully, having completed the task of filling his backpack.

As he left, he added "See you at the concert! I promise it won't be like anything you've even seen!"

Listen To the Crowd Cheer

The time had finally descended upon them. Matt's concert was being held at the middle of the park, where Matt felt they could hear him best. Sure, he could just go to some entertainment center and have it there, but this way maybe some wayward recording company agents who happened to pass by could be hypnotized by his mesmerizing melodies. Besides, all the usual spots were booked.

Kari and TK were making their way down to the park. They could barely catch sight of the scarlet sunset fringed with gold and magenta peeking above the numerous trees.

"How come he didn't have his concert earlier?" Kari asked, admiring the grand fall of the sun.

"Oh, you know him,' TK started. "He wanted to make his concert the most unforgettable anyone's ever seen, so he wanted to have the sunset shining behind him and his band to make them look all cool and stuff."

"Sounds about right,' Kari replied with a chuckle.

TK sighed a little, but made sure put up a hasty smile. "But you know what?"

"What?"

"I'm gonna laugh my head off if it's the most forgettable performance in his career," TK replied, chuckling a little. "Man, he'd be so pissed."

"Watch your language,' Kari responded almost robotically.

They paused and looked at each other, then burst out laughing for no apparent reason as they continued.

As they went down the final hill, they found the stage and its performers waiting for them. Other friends, including Sora, Joe, and, despite common sense, Yolei, had also arrived before them. Various fangirls were flocking to the site as well.

"Oh my god, there he is!' said one. "He's even hotter than I thought he'd be."

"Wow, he is so cool," another spoke.

"He's so dreamy,' yet another added. "Sigh...I wanna marry him."

Matt paid no attention to this rabid gabber, noticing only his friends just beyond them.

"Hey, where is everybody?" Matt called out to them. "The concert's gonna start in a few minutes!"

"They're all sick,' Sora replied. "Thanks to you."

"Why you always have to blame everything on me?" Matt teased back.

He finally took note of the ever-expanding crowd of unknown females gathering at the edge of the stage, goggling at him rather oddly. "Allright! Calm down, ladies. Everyone to your seats, show's about to start!"

It took little time to set the scene. The drummer, the other guitarists, and all other necessary members had been collected onstage. Their instrument lay ready in their able hands, eager to unleash their sound upon the huge audience below. Whitened smoke poured upon the stage, licking at the band's feet. That was the signal for it all.

The music blasted out of the instruments, their intensity amplified by the towering speakers behind and beside them. The energy of the melody trembled throughout the bodies of the spectators, burrowing right into their core. With a deep breath, Matt added his voice to the cocktail of sound.

Sudden anxiety over not understanding myself, it's always aiming for us
We were deluded by secondhand information and useless commonsense

If everyday is tinged with boredom like this, do you even want to go along
today?
Instead of pretending to be something we don't know, let's find our reality
The one thing we can't give away, our pride, hidden in our hearts

Let's start running, not for anyone else, but because it's better than stopping
Cutting through the clear air, turning toward the bright ocean
Oh keep on running keep on running
Find out your reality.

The spectators yelled as loud as they could, but they were no match for the music.

There's no time to hesitate in front of the new door
Just run up, jump out there, and kick the door down

A few wisps of a smoke with no color scared away some of the white mist that had settled itself onto the stage. Only the fact that it somewhat distorted the appearance of the space through it made it visible. The shreds of fog orbited loosely around Matt's feet, but none noticed its presence.

If it's you, you can definitely do it.

There was a bit of crackling in the speakers, but the melodies of the band stomped all over them.

I wrapped up my invisible anxieties in you but your eyes are lost
Your wavering confidence is different than usual, our bodies are trembling.
Because I don't want that type of self, will you hold me in your arms?
It's too early to close your eyes, let's look at our reality
We're not helpless; we'll do the best with our courage

At Matt's heels there was a odd flickering, like a old TV not quite able to keep its vision in focus anymore. The singer shifted a little, but his eyes still remained on the audience.

Let's find it, not for anyone else, but because it's better than giving up
Pull free from those cowardly feelings and search for a real answer
Oh keep on running keep on running
Find out your reality.

His voice wavered a little, and he appeared a bit pale.

The door to the new world isn't locked or anything
So have confidence, keep going, and kick the door open

He fumbled on the last few words, and the song lost its consistency. The spectators began to murmur among themselves.

If it's you, you can definitely...

The music was far ahead of him. He couldn't seem to catch his breath.

"Matt?" TK called out. "Matt!"

He didn't seem to hear him. His eyes looked glazed over. The bits of translucent fog became much more apparent as they began to gain size and forced all other fog out of its way. It swirled around Matt closely. The speakers began screaming nonsense instead of music.

"What the hell! Matt!" Joe called out. Then he heard a shrill cry from his DigiVice, which he kept with him at all times, just in case. He hastily brought it out.

The screen said nothing, only flashed red and white over and over.

Virus

Static ridges rushed up and down his body. Matt's eyes shut themselves tightly, and his knees began to buckle, ready to crash down.

Only he didn't crash down. Instead, he was raising upwards slowly, his body limp. The flickering of his body suddenly intensified, making it warp in impossible ways, until everything faded out altogether.

All that remained was a peaceless quiet.

Everyone Stay Calm

The silence did not last long. Soon it was pushed aside by sounds of fear and dread coming from everyone present in the audience. Some were running off to get the police, others just babbled on and on to see if there was someone here that actually understood what just occurred. The remaining band members scurried all over the stage, hoping that this was just some joke Matt had pulled to draw attention to himself and his concert.

At the back of the seats, the DigiDestined were packed close together, attempting to keep their words private.

"A virus from the Digital World!" TK questioned, his words kept at a low volume. "Are you sure?"

"That's what it looks like," Joe answered. His DigiVice was still in his tightened grasp.

"But why now?" Kari asked, an expression of fright controlling her facial features. "We haven't been to the Digital World in ages."

"I dunno," Sora replied. "Two years time isn't so long. After all, it was only fours years after the first adventure before there was trouble again."

"I guess you're right..." Kari answered. "But there hadn't been any signs that something was wrong until tonight. Well, I know Matt had gotten sick before that...but..."

"You didn't sense anything, Kari?" TK asked.

"No..." Kari admitted. She usually could sense trouble before it actually happened. "The only time I began to feel that's something was wrong was when Matt was beginning to mess up on his song..."

TK crossed his arms and moved his feet restlessly. "So now what the hell are we supposed to do!"

Suddenly Sora realized something. "Hey, where's Yolei?"

They spun their heads around in search of the girl with the glasses. They soon found her slumped over a chair, her face flushed.

"Hey Yolei!" Joe called out, running over to her.

"Unnnngh..." was her reply.

The tall boy hastily peered at his DigiVice. It was flashing red and white, just like before, only this time it was slower and there was no cry emitting from the DigiVice.

Joe muttered something very lowly, then snapped back around to the others.

"Get everyone here now! This is no flu bug!"

Data Set 12: Orderly Chaos

Kari dashed up the sidewalk, making no mind that she wasn't the only one who was there. She had only thing set in her mind: She had to get back to Tai. Now. Running by her side was Sora, with the exact same goal.

Being the first to get infected after Matt, Tai was at the greatest risk. Of course, it could be that he just had the usual flu bug, but no chances were to be taken. Besides, he had passed out during that game...

They zipped up the stairs to the apartment. Oh, how much Sora and Kari wished that their Digimon could be here right now. It would've helped them reach their destination faster, and naturally Digimon knew more about digital viruses than humans did.

Kari banged on the door of her apartment. Her mom soon appeared as the door was opened.

"Oh, Kari dear. You're back alre-"

She didn't have time to complete her sentence, as Kari and Sora hurried past her.

They tore through the living room and to the door to Tai's bedroom. It was Sora who arrived there first. She jerked the handle. It was locked.

"Tai! Tai!" she yelled, hammering on the wood that blocked him off from the outside world.

Darkness embraced the leader of the DigiDestined. The room had never felt so hot before; was the air conditioner broke again? Oh well, it didn't matter to him; he had no interest about getting up anyway. He decided it would be best to wait until the room stopped spinning first, and it hadn't been still for a while.

From a far-off place, he heard a thumping sound, and someone calling out his name.

"Five more minutes Mom,' he called back weakly.

"This isn't your mom!" the voice replied. "It's Sora!"

"Sora...?" Tai replied. "What are you doing here?"

"Tai, you need to get out here! Now!" Sora yelled from the blackness.

"Nooo...go away..." Tai whined. "I'm tired..."

Strips of translucent mist circled patiently around his bed.

"NOW, Tai!" Sora barked.

With an unheard grumble, he somehow managed to push himself upwards, though it felt like there were metals bricks strapped to his arms and legs. He forced himself to stand up and walk towards to door. Swirls of the vapor rotated around his ankles. "Coming..."

By some miracle, he made it across the vastness of his room, despite the area trying its hardest to rock him off his feet. He grabbed the door handle and undid the lock, letting the light of the rest of the house shine upon him.

Tai had one hand on the door to help support his weakening legs, then he looked up at Sora and Kari. He tried to get his vision focused, but his eyes wouldn't corporate.

"This better be good..." he grumbled.

"So I'm infected by some mystery virus from the Digital World?" Tai asked dully as he lay on the couch on his side, facing the TV. The two girls stood nearby, while his mother was scurrying around the kitchen, trying to figure out what might help Tai feel a bit better. Cause he certainly wasn't feeling better right now. "Well that's just great..."

Kari had gathered some covers and pulled them over her big brother. "You just take it easy." She rushed back into her room to go get something. A few moments later she came back with her DigiVice. It was flashing red and white at a fairly rapid rate, just as expected.

"Not like I have much of a choice..."Tai replied. He seriously doubted he could get up even if he wanted to. "Any idea what happened to Matt?"

"Other than he was infected by the virus, no clue," Sora replied, as she dialed a number on her cellphone.

"So he just went poof and that's it?" Tai asked, his voice growing fainter. "That sucks..." He was having trouble just keeping his eyes open.

His mom entered the room, carrying a damp cloth. "But why is this happening? I thought you kids were done with all this Digimon nonsense." She began to dab the cloth on Tai's forehead.

"Well, it's not like we have much of a choice as far as the Digital World is concerned," Sora answered, listening to the ringing on the other side of her cellphone's connection. "But what's weird about it is that none of our Digimon have contacted us to tell us that something's wrong."

A voice answered on the other side of the connection, sounding a bit breathless. "Hello?"

"Oh, hey Joe!" Sora answered. "Look, I think we're going to have to meet at Tai's apartment, 'cause I don't Tai's in any condition to be going anywhere." She glanced over to Tai, who was shaking uncontrollably, with a worried gaze.

Bunch of Hype

Izzy dragged himself to the quite broken-in recliner and plopped down. Not only was he especially unwell, but also bored out of his mind. His dad, well, his step-dad, was using the computer for business matters, and it seemed he wouldn't be getting off anytime soon. He fumbled around for the well-used remote, finally locating it just under the seat of the couch. He pressed the Power button.

It was on one of the main stations, and a female news reporter was on the screen. With a puzzled expression, he glanced up at the clock: 9:12.

"It's not time for the news yet," Izzy thought, confused, and a little annoyed at the fact that his favorite gadget show wasn't on instead. Then he finally took note of the place that they were broadcasting from.

The area was well-lit due to all the lights from police cars, bathing all the trees and shrubs surrounding the area with rotating shades of scarlet and sapphire. The place where most of the law enforcers were at was a somewhat plain stage, with large speakers at the back and sides. Chairs were at the front of it, seeming oddly undisturbed.

"That's the park..." Izzy murmured aloud, unknowingly leaning closer towards the screen. He found himself in another coughing fit before he was able to listen to the reporter's words.

"...the boy vanished around the time of 8:32 or so. Witnesses say that he seemed to become ill, then an odd smoke appeared around him. They also say that the singer seemed to flicker like an image on a TV screen, and was raised up into the air just before he literally disappeared into thin air. Let's have a word with one of the chief investigators of this rather puzzling case."

An older man, probably about in his late 30's and wearing the standard police outfit, stepped into the camera's view.

"Mr. Imazowa, do you have any clues as to what might've happened to Yamato Ishida tonight?' the reporter asked. "Well, from the little time we've had to investigate this case, so far we have little..."

Izzy wasn't around for the rest of the interview. By then, he was already out the door, not even bothering to shut it properly behind him.

He was bounding down the sidewalk, determined to reach the scene as fast as he possibly would be able to. But speed and endurance were never his specialty, so with that burdening him as well as his illness, he soon found himself leaning against a building. He wasn't quite able to catch his breath, and the frequent coughing spells weren't helping any either. The cement beneath his feet was steadily swaying back and forth, slowly building up momentum with each swing. He took a step forward, but that shattered any sense of balance he still had. Nearly collapsing, he found that he had no choice but support himself using the wall again.

"Izzy!"

He carefully looked up to see Joe standing nearby.

"Joe!" he exclaimed, still panting a little. "Matt...Matt, he...where is he? Where'd..."

He was broken off when the whole town began to spin around him, gradually at first, then at an increasingly rapid rate. He shut his eyes tight and moaned.

"Izzy?"

Not long after, his legs snapped from under him, and every sense was all but drowned out.

"Izzy!"

To Make it All Go Away

Chikara Hilda wasn't quite sure what made him wake up. There was nothing that seemed obviously wrong. It was just a peaceful quiet night, as mundane a night as there ever was.

And yet, no matter how much he wished it to come back to him, slumber would not return to the grandparent. With a weary sigh, he decided to take a walk outside.

No sounds were heard besides the insects orchestrating their symphonies. The main source of illumination was from an old-style hanging lamp nearby. The old one gazed up to see a starless and moonless sky, but the numerous fireflies more than made up for that. They were only specks of light, shining their glow almost nothing to their backdrops, but there were thousands of them, which made the scene all the more mystical.

He was turning around to leave this dream landscape when he heard someone coughing not far off. After his eyes did some searching, he noticed Cody kneeling down on the flawless grass. He was looking up at the sky, and at the countless lightning insects hovering around him. Then tiredly he let his head droop down, and he blinked sluggishly, each time his eyes staying closed longer. Soon after he went into another coughing fit.

"Cody!" the old man exclaimed, rushing over to him. 'You shouldn't be out here. You're still ill." He stretched his arm out to touch Cody's shoulder.

Suddenly Cody's shoulder flickered, zapping his grandpa just slightly.

A confused look sprang onto the old man's face. "Cody...?"

Now Cody's entire body was flickering erratically, making him seem almost translucent at times. Something oddly warm brushed past his leg. He quickly looked down to see that something serpentine was distorting the appearance of the ground and was cycling around his grandson. It spun around Cody like a lazy tornado, going up as high as his neck.

"What's going on?" he asked. "Cody?"

His voice seemed so distant, the speech dissolving into nonsense. A heavy blanket of heat cloaked Cody, distorting his perceptions. He was having trouble determining where the words were coming from, as it seemed to echo all around him. The main thing he was aware of was of the mass of green embers dancing about against the blackness, giving the impression that they had nowhere to go.

"Cody..."

He could make out the word his time. He lifted his head slightly as he looked in the direction of the call.

"Grandpa?" he murmured.

Oddly enough, this seemed to help drag him out of his fevered trance. The darkness above him faded back to a deep blue, and the darkness below was replaced by a lush green. A closer inspection of one of the embers reminded him that these were in fact living creatures. Nearby, he could mostly make out his grandfather.

Of course, this was far from a cure. His body still had static ridges running up and down it, and the odd mist still circled around him. He still felt as sick as ever, soon indicated by throatier coughing.

His grandpa, not sure whether to be a bit relieved or not, started to come a bit closer to him. It was then that he remembered.

"Stay away, Grandpa."

The old man paused in confusion.

"This...I think this is something from the Digital World,' he explained. "Some kind of virus."

"The Digital World. Of course..." his grandpa thought. That'd be just about the only thing that could cause something like this.

"Well, whatever it is, it's contagious," Cody continued. "So I can't go to the others, or else they'll get sick too."

"Do they know about this?" his grandpa asked.

"No,' Cody replied. "They can't know.'

"But I'm sure that they could help you more than I can,' his grandpa replied. "After all, I'm not a DigiDestined.'

Cody just sighed. "No. If I tell them, then they'll all come up here in a panic and end up getting infected. I don't want that."

The old man remained silent for a while.

"I know you're just trying to help, but..." Cody began. "...if everyone rushes up here, then it's only going to make things worse...'

"I see..." his grandpa replied. "Well, I'll go get you some prune juice then."

Cody smiled a little at him. "I don't think that's gonna work this time."

"It's worth a shot."

Cody shook his head as much as vertigo allowed. Grandpa and his prune juice.

The old man had just stepped into the house when the nearby phone erupted with a shrill cry.

"Who'd be calling at this time of night?" he wondered as he made his way toward the phone.

"Hello! Hello! Is Cody there!" a frantic voice that sounded remarkably like TK spoke.

"Cody's...not feeling well right now," he replied. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong!" TK shouted back, almost in hysterics. "Everyone's dropping like flies!"

The old man's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Everyone's being infected by something from the Digital World!" TK yelled "It's...it's making them disappear into thin air or something. Look, if there's anything weird about Cody's illness, then bring him down to Tai and Kari's apartment immediately!"

He took a quick glance through the open door at Cody.

"Understood."

And so the chaos has begun XD. Hope you enjoyed this chapter too, even if the DigiDestined didn't.

(All the DigiDestined glare at me)

So…anyway, please R&R! The next chapter will be up shortly.

Oh and it's okay, Lit. As long as you aren't mad anymore .

And I thank everyone else for their reviews as well.