A/N: Sorry for the short chapters this far. I'm going to work on making them longer after this one for you all! Hope you all are enjoying the story so far. It's a lot of fun writing these characters having grown up a bit. I love digimon frontier. It used to be my favorite show as a kid. Hopefully I'm not slaughtering my memories with this fanfic XD Anyway enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do Not own Digimon in any way! I wish I owned Kouji though. (My childhood anime crush~ Teehee!)

Chapter Two: Living our lives

The sun was setting as dusk greeted the town. The sky mixed into hues of light pinks and vivid oranges. The day was peacefully coming to an end. In the park amongst the sea of houses were two teenagers. The dark haired girl was sighing trying hard to say something. The chestnut haired boy, wearing a backward baseball cap, shifted uncomfortably on his feet waiting for the girl to say what she had wanted. She had texted him to meet her here. After seeing the expression on her face he was feeling apprehensive for coming now.

"So what do you want to talk about," Takuya asked giving her his warmest smile.

"Look, Takuya…I… Well… I'm not sure how to say this," she began her hands fiddled with her purse strap. Takuya's heart slowed…he knew where this was going. Where it always went. His lips slowly formed a tight scowl. "You're a really great guy and all but we-,"she never got to finish.

Takuya snapped interrupting her before she could finish. "Need to break up. Is that what you were going to say?" Takuya sighed crossing his arms to his muscular chest.

She looked stunned by his outburst then looked at the ground, "W-well…I think it's for-."

"Yeah, whatever, I've heard this before. Just go. We can forget we ever happened," Takuya growled as his chocolate colored eyes bore into her frightened gaze.

"I-I'm sorry, Takuya. It's not your fault…You're really a great guy and all. I just-," she apologized tears in her eyes. Why did girls always cry? Why couldn't they just say it and leave. Furry burned in his veins. Why did this always happen? Girl's just never stayed satisfied. It was damn annoying.

"Just get the fuck away already. We're done, I get it." Takuya sneered at her his eyes flashing.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," she cried as she ran down the street.

Why was she the one crying anyway? Wasn't he supposed to be the one sobbing and running down the street? Hah! Like he would be caught dead running down the street crying. Sighing heavily, Takuya took his hat off and ran a hand through his messy hair and flipping his hat back on his head. With a defeated shrug he stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets and began his trek home. There goes another one…seriously he went through girlfriends like smokers went through cigarettes. All his girlfriends claimed he just couldn't connect emotionally. Whatever the hell that meant. He bought them flowers, candy, movie tickets. He never refused a make out session when they asked. What more did they want from him?

His mind wandered back to his favorite times. The days when he was in the digital world saving lives, every day was an adventure, everyday meant something back then. Now…what was he living for? He wished he could rewind time and be together with everyone like they used to be. Kouji was some teenage heart throb who was living his dreams. Takuya wished he could say the same. He still talked to Junpei and Koichi sometimes. Passing through the halls wasn't quite the same as being friends though. Tommy was best buds with his brother Shinya. Go figure the brats had a lot in common.

Then there was Zoe. His heart ached a moment at the memory. He had really cared about her. She was so pretty…long lush sunlight hued hair. Her eyed were the color of emeralds and he loved it. She was always so full of life. Sure she was loud and bossy...but he had loved her spirit. Her ability to always be true to herself. Oh…shit he was thinking like she had died. She might as well have though. He still remembered when she told them all that her family was leaving Japan. He had been shocked to say the least.

Takuya stopped walking a moment and looked up into the color clashed sky. A small sad small graced his lips as he recalled how he had dragged her from her family before they got on the plane. Her face was surprised. Those beautiful eyes asked a thousand questions. Takuya smirked as he did the bravest thing he had ever done; even more then fighting Lucemon. He kissed her, right there in the airport; in front of her family and all of our friends. She had gasped as their lips met. Her breath was warm and sweet. Shivers ran down his spine. When he pulled away from her strawberry pink lips she had stared at him in stunned silence before smacking him across the face calling him stupid and running away.

That was how he had said goodbye. She never wrote to him. Takuya kicked a rock as he began walking again. So, yeah, his luck with girls was probably the worst of any one he knew. Looking up Takuya realized he was already home. Pushing through the metal gate he walked up the steps to his house.

"I'm home," Takuya called walking through the door. The smell of fried chicken greeted him. His stomach growled in response. Even a breakup didn't stop his hunger. Laughter and shouting came from the living room. He peeked in to see Shinya yelling at a gloating Tommy.

"Victory is mine again, Shinya!" Tommy bragged putting his hands behind his head. The kid had ditched the dorky hat a few years back. Now he styled it into messy spikes. Also from all the video games and computer stuff he was into now was ruining his eyes. He sported a pair of black rimmed glasses.

"Screw you, Tommy! I know you cheated! I demand a rematch!" Shinya yelled one tanned fist in the air, the other flailing the playstation controller around.

"Fine, but it won't make a difference. You just suck at this game," Tommy laughed as Shinya's face burned red with anger.

The two of them fought like little children but they were actually close friends. The two were in the same Middle School and had become quite the team. His little brother often dragged Tommy into some kind of trouble and his old friend was always there to bail him out of it. Tommy had changed dramatically after coming back from the Digital World. He was stronger and confident in himself. Takuya was happy for the kid. Yet how had he changed? He used to a leader...a fighter...now what did he have to fight for? Leaving the two to bicker at each other Takuya shuffled to his room with his head hung low.

Takuya's room was exactly what you'd expect a teenage boy room to look like; like a bomb went off. Dirty clothes lay scattered amongst a sea of empty soda cans. His bed was a heap of blankets. A window above his bed was covered by dust covered mini blinds. The depressed youth, not even bothering to turn on a light, flopped onto his bed and sank into the blankets. He pulled his phone from his pants pocket looking at the screen. No new messages not that he was suprised…When did things become this way?

In the shadows of the setting sun hid the predator. Its wings hugged close to its armored body. The sharp eyes watched every movement the boy made from inside the house. Each breath, every rise of his chest, the pulse that thudded in his neck, the creature saw it all. The beasts instincts commanded it to go and kill its prey.

Not yet. It reminded itself…Too many people were around. It must kill in secret. Master had commanded it not to be seen. It would remain a shadow…it would wait for the perfect moment…to kill. Yes, the blood would run from this creature veins. Soon… very soon…it was going to die…The monster pale lips a twisted into a cruel smile.