*Author Note* Here's the introduction to an idea I had today while rewatching the Digimon Frontier Series. Each chapter will match up with an episode because there is nothing I enjoy more than writing a fanfiction that plays on actual events in the anime. It makes it more believable to me, and when I read a fanfiction that plays on an actual event in the series, I sticks with me when I revisit those scenes in the future. WARNING: This will be slash… if you can't tell by the opening paragraph… Kouji and Takuya. I know this chapter is a bit angst and perhaps out of character for Takuya, but who can really say that? We have no idea what he was thinking when he met everyone for the first time. Enjoy. Please R&R if you have the time. Trying to help keep Takouji love alive while struggling to become a better writer. Win/win, right?. Thanks, Darce'.* PS I OWN NOTHING… (except for what I think SHOULD have happened in the series).

Chapter 1: All Aboard

Today started out great. Just fucking great. I almost got hit by a truck, I was late to the train station, destination; I don't know the fuck where. And now I'm staring at him, like really staring at him. Watching every move he makes, when he plays his fingers through his hair before they disappear into the pocket of his pants, too tight for his thighs to not feel the contact. And then, he pushes his chin out barely an inch in his way of sticking his nose into the air, like he's the only one in the world that matters. And right now, maybe that's true. But someone's obsessed with me too, another text message coming in on my phone. I heard the beep but I didn't look away until he glanced at me. It wasn't suspicious, the way I threw my head down to avoid his gaze, to convince this hot hot-shot kid…. Shit… one too many hots… that I hadn't been checking out the way his jacket clings to his back, or the way his elbows angle to give me the perfect view of his ass. I didn't like guys. I didn't like girls. I didn't like people… except for the ones that liked me… but something told me as his shockingly blue eyes pierced mine in what I could only take as a way of displaying his ever so friendly fury and fuck the world attitude, that mutual disliking would not be a problem. He looked away, though I sensed his movement. He was now glancing at his own phone. So much for my popularity. Did he get a message too?

"Transfer to the 6 o'clock subway from Shibuya Station." It read. Nothing else. No info on who had sent it. I'd played with the idea that my brother could of gotten one of my friends to play this trick, but it was his birthday and most likely his mind would be more occupied with the thoughts of birthday cake and whatever video game console dad, though refusing to buy it for me for my birthday while muttering something about bad grades, had decided to buy him this year.

I looked up at the kid again, but he seemed calm. Must not have been the same message. Scanning, I focused in one of the passenger's watches. 17:54. I have six minutes. Six freaking minutes. He toys with his hair again out of boredom. Yeah. Definitely not the same message. Feeling the tension of the day build up, I stood. I admit, I crave attention easily. But I already had his… so don't ask me why I decided to shout. Just. Don't.

Holding my hands on my ears so I couldn't hear myself, though I forgot that just magnifies your inner thoughts about certain things you didn't want to think about. Like the way his head tilted to the side when trying to figure you out, and the way sweat drips down your forehead as you return the gesture. "C'mon. Give me a break. I'm doing the best I can." I guess I was yelling at God, who seemed the most logical person to complain to given the anonymous situation. So hurry up. Give me my trials and tribulations, preferably predetermined so that I can get back home and sneak some more of Shinya's birthday cake before mom begins to catch on.

I step off the train, heart begging to be released from my rib cage, but I locked it down, taking a deep breath as I looked up at the station's signs. The letters blurred as all I could make out in my anxiousness were dyslexic arrows pointing in indecisive directions. And then he walked by, his jet black hair pulled into a ponytail, each strand a trail to follow. And I did. Telling myself, maybe he knows the right way. But who was I kidding. Any way he went was the right way for me. I was defeated, and tired and if I had to sit on another freaking train leading to God knows where, I might as well be checking out his ass again. Even when he almost, (I take pride in my inner ninja), caught me, he didn't seem to mind. I took off after him, finding him just as he pushed the button to the elevator. The doors had already started to close by the time I started my running, and he seemed to have no intention of holding them for me, even when I called to him, asking him to wait. Knowing I couldn't make it, though I took pride in my speed, I jumped.

Stupid Takuya.

I was forgetting everything today. Like, that you're supposed to look both ways before you run in the middle of the street. And there are stalkers out there that you're not supposed to listen to if they randomly text you on your phone telling you to meet them somewhere private and alone. And that if you lift both feet off the ground, and twist while in the air, your landing will be painful. Stupid gravity.

But he was there. Standing over me. Looking at me with this squint in his eye. My friends had always told me I'm not very good at reading people, but I felt proud of myself right now. I could read him. His expression, painfully obvious that he was trying but failing at reading me. Take that. Takuya, the mind reader. I gave out a sigh as I rubbed my head in pain and frustration. Though a mind reader extraordinaire, I still had no clue if this kid had gotten the same text. "Did you get a message too?" I asked dumbly, biting my lip as I waited for a response. I don't know if turning your back, though I didn't mind the view first time around, counted as a good answer. Seriously? That's all I get from this guy. The cold… well… hot shoulder? My shoulders dropped. I could feel them, the way my gloves pushed the sweat onto my fingers as my knuckles hit the floor. "You could answer me, at least." I had come all this way after all. I resigned, staring at the cloth around his slender neck before I found something of more interest. The buttons on the top of the elevator had been lighting up, one by one, as we dropped down. 1. B1. B2. B3. And then just flashing light on metal. We started falling faster and I couldn't help as I let out another moan. "My destiny's really starting to bite." And then the impact came, I flew up in the air, hitting the side of my head as I made an internal promise to work on my landings. The other boy just stood there though, as though the crash didn't affect him at all. I could only conclude one thing. He must be really fat under those skinny jeans...

Or a ninja.

"It's up to you now." A computerized voice came from inside my phone. "Which one will you choose." In front of me were a bunch of trains, and yes, I made the mistake of looking at each one, including the one on the far left. So far, that I didn't notice as the other kid ran off somewhere to the right, disappearing in the crowd before I could follow. My teachers always told me to plan ahead, and that advice will probably get me just as far as the whole "school" thing in general. Absolutely nowhere.

So plan A, follow emo kid around, a failure. What else is new. I thought that plan B could consist of tracking him down, but there was no time. The final whistle blew as all the train doors slammed shut. I started running, for what the hundredth time today? And jumped on to the one closest to me. Catching my breath as I stood, clutching the railing to prevent me from falling off. There he stood again. On the back of a silver train across from me. One hand on the railing, the other in his pocket as his perfect bandana floated in the wind. I gave my best attempt at a glare, though I hadn't been getting enough practice. Shinya's birthday approaches, and my family is like, Takuya be nice. And that's the end of it because I know if I'm not nice, they might start worrying about me. And if they worry about me, goodbye soccer and hello tutoring sessions. My glare softened as the boy disappeared, a tunnel wall dividing the two separate tracks. Feeling the hot air begin to cool, I opened the door to the train. My car was empty. Great. Maybe I would've preferred getting hit by the truck. Stalker dude, come out, come out wherever you are. Or maybe there are ghosts. Don't ask. Just believe in the power of the dead. And the uh… undead. I ran, though my legs were beginning to protest, into the next car, finding surprise and relief at the fact that there were three other kids sitting in this one. A smaller boy looking about the size of Shinya, another boy taller than me though hard to tell since he was sitting down, however I could say without a doubt that he was was definitely a fan of McDonalds and the Smurfs in a previous life, (if you believe in that sort a thing. Guess it also depends on whether or not you believe in current life and stuff), and another one who was purple…

Very purple...

Too… purple.

"You here, because of the phone thing?" I asked them, holding up my phone in emphasis. Purple nodded her head before turning to Cheeseburger Man.

"With him here, there's four of us. I wonder if that means something special." Purple said. Something special. What?

"Why'd you guys get on this train?" Purple just ummed so I approached the Smurf Burger. I mean, was it the message?"

The Smurf just raised a brow uninterested as he pointed his chocolate at me like a sword. "This train was the closest to the elevator, okay?" It all makes sense now. "Just leave me alone." Gladly.

I muttered a sorry… there was probably a geez in there too, but you know. Sometimes, things just slip out. I felt a bit bad when Blue, (let's call him Blue, it's a bit less insulting), spoke up again, his voice shaking a bit with each word. "I'm just nervous." He admitted. Sparing him, I turned to Purple.

"Well, there must be a reason you chose this train right?" Before noticing her blonde hair and thinking of several good jokes that could probably apply, not to mention her giggle. Who giggles anymore? What is a giggle? It's like something that takes more energy to produce than either silence or laughter. It's silence and laughter put together. It's just not worth the effort. But there she was giggling, as she gave me the same response as Blue.

Smiling, Blue pushed me out of the way. "Watch this." He ordered before pointing to his lips as he talked. So much for the dumb blonde jokes. Let's just be dumb around the blonde. "Hey honey", he approached her, "want some chocolate." And for the first time that day I felt about ready to puke. But he continued as I swallowed, "My name's JP, what's yours?"

She smiled right back, seemingly unfazed by his attempt of a flirt. "I'm Zoe. It's nice to meet you."

"And I'm." A stutter as I decided if I really wanting these jokers to know who I am, but there was no reason not to share it I guess. We were all stuck in the same position. "I'm Takuya. Hi there." I forgot about the little kid sitting in the corner until another "I'm" echoed softly.

"I'm Tommy but…." He whispered before pulling his knees into his chest as he buried his head into his lap. "I didn't want to get onto this train." That realization is all it took before he started sobbing, telling us his life story in one single sentence. "Two kids" sob "bullies" sob "pushed me on the train and shut the door." He spoke so fast I almost missed it, then without warning, he dropped hold of his knees as he turned to us. Tears accompanied the words as he started crying even harder. "Why are kids always picking on me?" Yeah. That's a tough question. I truly wonder. But I said nothing. Remember Takuya, be nice.

"His eyes are like water faucets." JP stated, and for the first time so far, I thought that maybe we would end up being friends. But Zoe woudn't have it.

"Don't worry Tommy. You're safe now that you're with us."

She had to say that. She just had to assure this little kid that everything was going be fine. That's when it all went to hell. The lights on the train flickered off, my phone started glowing though it didn't look the same. The once plain base was now a dark red, a symbol that resembled an eye in the middle of the screen. It spoke again. Why did I get this freaking app anyway? Telling me that it was my D'Tector. Whatever that means. And welcoming me to the Digital World. What have I gotten myself into?

"Did you guys get that message?" I asked into the car. Met by silence which confirmed what I had already thought. What have we gotten ourselves in to? I heard Tommy laugh and Zoe exclaimed, "What's that?", gaining JP and my attention. "Are they ghosts?" She asked to no one in particular. Shit. Back to the ghost theory. "Or Marshmallows." JP offered. Did I mention I'm starting to like JP? And then he licks his lips as he daydreams. "They'd go great with chocolate." Okay, maybe a little less. I refused to get any closer to the window though, pressing my back against the seat. Then turning as I realized there was a window behind me as well. Thousands of little tiny white things flying in the sky despite the fact they had no wings. They weren't that scary, though it was interesting the way they could push themselves against the glass and practically melt themselves flat, then returning to their snow globe shape. And then I made another mistake. How many is that now? Eh. Stopped counting.

Yeah. I looked down.

To the ground.

Except there wasn't any.

"Calm down Takuya" Zoe ordered, as she must've heard the way my breathing became forced. As you can probably guess… I wasn't a big fan of people… trains… chocolate… and definitely not an advocator for heights. "This must be the train station." Zoe spoke again, and I let out a sigh, followed by another as I realized I hadn't been breathing for the past couple of seconds. And then, of course, to top off this perfectly normal Thursday, the train talked. Told us we were in the middle of a digital village. That's it. I'm dreaming. Wake up Takuya. And then the cute little white things narrowed their red eyes, their grins turning evil as they declared their desire to be friends. JP declined, and Tommy starting crying.

Again.

I reached my hand up to pinch myself, but I stopped short.

"This kid should get a job as a fire hydrant." JP announced. Dammit. My comebacks were never that good. Not even in my dreams. I hadn't had very many nightmares recently though… and when the train started rolling away mumbling something about spirits, I challenged my perception of reality yet again. Zoe and JP called to the train, yelling at it to stop. Tommy just sat there and cried… well actually, I wish he just sat there. He got up, jumping down the tracks as he chased the train, yelling "TAKE ME HOME" with every other step. And I followed him internally pleading the same thing. Yes. Please take Tommy home. I caught up to him, falling to the floor as I tackled him before he could get hurt, and then some other strange things ran up and tackled me. One yellow, one white.

I mentioned I play soccer right? I'm not a football guy.

And then I got my spirit. Bokomon, the little white linebacker, looked in his little green book, which unknowingly to us then, contained the basis for numerous lectures we'd have to sit through in the future, and narrowed it down for me. He reads the list, "big, red, likes flame, not Santa Clause..." coming up with, "Agunimon." And you know what that answer answered for me. Absolutely nothing. It just raised more questions. And unlike the ones on my homework, I actually cared if these ones got answered. I mean, I was on fire.

Literally.

I would go into detail about how great my first battle was, and how it felt to turn into a Digimon for the first time. I'd give a rant on how I did everything completely on my own, protecting Tommy and JP and Zoe as they all sat and watched. But you'll hear plenty about that soon enough, cause something tells me this won't be the last time. Simple right. I got my spirit. Makes sense. Train said get your spirit and you can return to the human world. Time to go home, right? No. Time to save the world.

Yours, and ours.