Well, here it is, chapter 10 of Unspoken! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Yeah, hope you like it!

P.S. A Mockingjay is not a real bird. It is a fictional bird in a series of books I just finished reading called the Hunger Games.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I also don't own the song Islands In The Stream by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton. Oh, and I don't own the Mockingjay either. However, Station City is mine.

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Chapter 10: Islands In The Stream

Matt was sitting in his bedroom. He was alone today, mostly because everyone else was busy. Tai had to go to the hospital for a routine check-up, so they could check his vocal chords for any sign of healing, and the rest of his band was busy with other things.

"Baby, when I met you there was peace unknown,

I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb,

I was soft and silent, there was something going on.

You do something to me that I can't explain,

Hold me closer and I feel no pain,

Every beat of my heart, we got something going on.

Tender love is blind, it requires a dedication,

All this love we feel needs no conversation.

We ride it together, ah ah.

Makin love with each other, ah ah.

Islands in the stream, that is what we are,

No one in between, how can we be wrong,

Sail away with me, to another world,

And we rely on each other, ah ah,

From one lover to another, ah ah."

Matt looked up and saw Tai standing in the door. He was smiling, so Matt smiled back.

"Back so soon?" he asked. Tai nodded. "Anything?" Matt asked. Tai shook his head. Matt sighed.

"Too bad. This song's supposed to be a duet." he said. Then he smiled, and stood up, walking over to his boyfriend and kissing him softly. Tai quickly returned the kiss. When they pulled away Tai was smiling.

"So what shall we do?" he asked. Tai shrugged, and Matt was answered instead by the growling coming from the other boy's stomach.

"Wanna go get lunch?" Matt asked. Tai nodded, and they left, hand in hand.

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After lunch Tai brought Matt to a park he didn't even know existed. The only was in was covered by thin bushes. It looked like there hadn't been anyone here in years. Tai brought Matt over to a bench and sat him down.

"What-?" began Matt, but Tai silenced him with a hand over his mouth. Then he walked a few feet away from the bench and started whistling. It was a sweet, soft sound, and Matt couldn't help but wonder what Tai's voice would sound like.

Suddenly Matt heard another sound. A bird was whistling back to Tai's call. Then a small black bird flew down from a tree. Matt recognized the white parts on its wings and the crown on its head. He knew what this bird was. It was rare, in fact it was nearly endangered, and they were only around these parts.

A Mockingjay.

Matt had only ever seen one once before, but he knew they were extraordinary. They were like Mockingbirds, but not quite. They could replicate almost any tune they hear.

Tai whistled four notes, and the Mockingjay happily whistles them back. Tai held up his finger, and it perched on the end, repeating the four notes Tai had whistled. Matt stood and walked slowly over, knowing that a Mockingjay will stay still as long as you move slowly. He started whistling a slow tune, and the bird listened intently. When he had finished, he listened as the Mockingjay repeated it perfectly. It was an amazing bird.

Tai let it fly away, and they went back over to the bench.

"That was amazing. I thought there weren't any Mockingjays left around here. How did you find it?" he asked. Tai shrugged.

"You just followed the sound?" asked Matt. Tai nodded. "Cool. They're beautiful birds. Wait until my dad hears about this. He's in love with the Mockingjays." Matt mused. Tai smiled.

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Matt sat at his computer, typing away at the e-mail he had just written. He typed the last word, and looked it over.

' Dear Mr. Hiroki,

I have talked it over with my band, and we have decided to accept your offer for a record deal. Please send any information we should know, and we will make our final decision if the terms are acceptable. We hope to hear from you again soon, and eagerly await your reply.

Matt Ishida.'

Click send.

Now wait.

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His reply came the next morning, and he called everybody to his house before he opened it. When they had all sat down, he opened the e-mail and read it out loud.

"Dear Mr. Ishida and Friends,

After reviewing your performance and that of others, my co-workers have reached a dilemma. Unfortunately, they feel that another band has done just as well as you, and have been unable to decide. So, along with the other band, I would like to invite you to Station City to perform live. At the end of the night, our judges will decide the best, and that band will get a record deal.

Please contact me by phone before June 7th with your answer, and I will give you the proper information.

Sorry, and good luck.

Andrew Hiroki."

Matt had to read it again in his head to soak it all in.

"So, we don't have the record deal?" asked Tk. Matt shrugged.

"Not yet, I guess. But it looks like we're going to Station City." he replied.

"We could talk to dad, I'm sure he'd let us go." said Tk. Matt nodded.

"Yeah, and mom and dad would be fine with us going." said Kari. Tai nodded in agreement.

"My mother would be fine with it, as long as there's someone with us." said Sora. Mimi nodded.

"Yeah, my parents would be fine with it. We could even use our jet!" she cried. Everyone looked at Mimi, shocked.

"You have a jet!" everyone said at the same time. She smiled.

"Well, my daddy owns Tachikawa Corp." she replied. Everyone stared at her, amazed by this revelation. Even he closest friends didn't know that she had a jet.

"Well then, that's that. Anybody think their parents would mind?" asked Matt. Everybody shook their heads.

"Good. Guys, looks like we're going to Station City."

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Well, I hope you enjoyed it! Please review!