You know, I joke a lot about people using terminology like 'permanent hiatus' because it's an oxymoron, y'know? But I was half tempted to use those words for this fanfiction. Because Discontinued is too permanent of a word but Hiatus is too flimsy of a word. I do want to continue this, but this was biting off far too much to chew. I want to even live up to my promise of writing the brief snippets from the story, but that will only happen when I find time to rewatch the series, something I've been meaning to do for two years now (it's been too long, I've forgotten the names of things). So I think it's time I said that this was on hiatus - a temporary state of suspension until it strikes me to once again write this.

This story holds too much for me to even abandon it, to ever discontinue it.

If you want to see what I've been up to, you can find me on my tumblr ( .com) or my instagram ( awesome_eleven)

For now, until next time, because I will come back to this fic, I always do, I will leave you with this.

oOo

"Be careful, big brother."

Tai looked up at the D-Reaper wave coming in on them. It was too late to run now, but he couldn't just leave Matt. Matt, who was on the ground next to him, his bloody leg uselessly on the ground.

"You should have left me." Matt hung his head, in defeat, in sorrow, in regret. He had done this.

"Never." Tai squeezed his shoulder. "I would never leave my friend behind." A warmth flooded through Matts chest as tears sprung to his eyes. Tai rose to his feet and faced the D-Reaper as it swallowed the street, hand clutching the whistle around his neck. His legs were shaking a little, but his eyes were unfaltering, cummoning every ounce of courage he had. He slowly rose the whistle to his lips.

"You may have us," He said to the wordless enemy. "...but they will take you down, I know they will."

SKWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The sound of the whistle cut through the the air and Tai curled his body over Matts as the wave finally came crashing down over them.

"No." The voice double layered, come from nowhere. From everywhere. From a tear in reality.

"You won't take them." The sound of a sword slicing through the air.

"We won't let you."