A.N.: Hello everyone, and welcome to the fourth chapter of Derailed! First, I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed. It's nice to know that you like this story, and that you wonder what will happen next.

Oh, and I want to apologize for NOT updating during these past three months. Things have been taking over my time: laziness, writer's block, apprehension, and finishing classes for the semester. Hopefully, with this next semester ironed out, if I study regularly, then I'll have less stress, and I will probably write more. If this occurs, then I'll try to update at least once, maybe twice a month for this fic, or more, depending on how much creativity flows through me.

I also edited the previous chapters to be more consistent and error free, so feel free to reread if it suits you…

Synopsis: Last time we left our protagonist, he finally made his way into New Orleans, with Ken and Daisuke not too far behind. After settling into the hotel, Takeru decided that instead of taking rest (and he really should because of the jet lag), that he would explore the town instead. After stopping and eating at a café, the young man pondered upon memories past, and as he left the café, he bumped into someone that resembled Yagami Taichi, the older brother of his former lover. After calling Ken and Daisuke to Pat O'Brien's, the three discussed matters, and then they took Takeru to Rick's Cabaret, where they had fun hassling the young man. However, as the effects of alcohol were rubbing off on Takeru, he turned his head to see a young woman that resembled his lost love, Hikari. Did he really see Hikari and her brother as well? Or will only more questions be asked?

Anyway, after waiting a grueling three months, I present to you the fourth chapter…

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"Derailed"

By

Malcolm Yuy

Chapter 04: Meetings and Even More Questions

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The hotel phone made an irritable ring as Takeru was scared awake. He bolted from the bed as he shook his head. "What the hell?" he asked himself, as he turned to pick up the phone. He then clutched his head in pain as he put the phone in his hand.

It's déjà vu all over again, he thought as a voice spoke on the other end.

"This is your five a.m. wake-up call. I repeat, this is your five a.m. wake-up call. Have a good day." The message then ended, and Takeru placed the phone back on the receiver.

"Five a.m.?.." Takeru then gripped his head in agony as he felt the headache go on through. "Damn, what a headache. Thank Kami I brought some aspirin with me," Takeru replied as he got out of bed, and went over to his suitcase. After unpacking it, he took out the aspirin container and popped a few pills into his mouth. "Hopefully they'll make me feel better. Now I have to get ready to meet that kid," Takeru said to himself, yawning as he made his way to the bathroom. As he began stripping himself of his garments and stepping into the shower, he realized that he was still wearing the clothes from the night before.

"Weird. I must've been so hammered that I forgot to change clothes. Oh well," Takeru shrugged, before stepping into the shower. Hot water doused his skin as he began scrubbing his hair, and he closed his eyes as he was doing so.

What did happen last night? I wonder… Takeru then squinted as he tried to recall what had happen during the previous night. A brief memory then flashed as he opened his eyes.

"Hikari?.." Takeru's eyes widened in shock as he realized what he had said the night before, and began realizing just-in-fact what he had been doing. He remembered meeting the guys at Pat O'Brien to not only eat, but to talk about something else he had seen earlier that day.

But what was it? Takeru closed his eyes again as he began to lather and rinse other parts of his anatomy. He then tried to focus on what happened the day before. What was it? What did I see that made me want to talk to Ken and Daisuke about it?.. Another quick memory then appeared as the young blond saw a quick flash of just who else he saw that day.

Taichi? Why did I see him? And why didn't he notice me? Maybe Ken was right. Maybe I am just hallucinating, Takeru thought as the finishing washing himself off. He then turned the shower knobs to the left as he shut the system off. Steam rose as stepped out, and he took care to dry himself with a white towel, before wrapping it around his waist securely. He then went to the sink, and began brushing his teeth. After spitting out the toothpaste, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, sullenly.

So was Hikari a hallucination too?..Probably so. I need to start spending time in reality more, Takeru thought. He then put on the clothes that he was going to wear for the day and then examined himself one last time. He then sighed to himself as he removed an English copy of his book from his suitcase. He then headed towards the door, and checked himself one last time to make sure he had everything he needed- his wallet, his cell-phone, and his room key. He then sighed again as he opened the door.

Well, here I go. Hopefully I can make a good impression upon these kids. Now just relax Takeru, you have nothing to worry about, nothing at all…Takeru then placed his hands in his jacket pockets as he made his way towards the elevator.

Nothing, at, all…

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Ah, here we are, R.M. Lusher Elementary School, Takeru thought, as he stepped out of the taxi that the company had called earlier. A small smile came upon his face as he opened the school doors, and soon enough, the young blond entered the main office. He made his way up to the counter.

"How may I help you sir?" a woman asked. From Takeru's point-of-view, she looked to be middle-aged…grey streaks in her brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail, and wearing glasses. Takeru silently nodded to himself.

"Ah, yes. I'm Takeru Takaishi, the writer…"

"Ah, yes, Mr. Takaishi, I remember now. Can you please show me some form of identification?" Takeru complied as he handed her his passport. After examining it for a few minutes, she handed it back to him. "So, I've heard that one of our students won your contest, is that right?" she asked. Takeru nodded.

"Yes, and I was wondering if you could direct me to their classroom," Takeru asked. The woman nodded.

"Yes sir. What is the student's name?.."

"His name is Hikeru Green, I believe…" Takeru wiggled a finger wistfully as he thought about the person the name was for. He hoped he would impress the young boy.

"Hikeru Green…let me see…" the secretary began searching through the computer databanks until she smiled, as she had found a result. She then looked back up to the young man.

"Hikeru Green, six years old. First grade, Ms. Sanderson, Room Two o-three.," the secretary answered.

"Thank you." Takeru slightly bowed before leaving the secretary's desk. He shook his head as he walked down the hallway.

Six years old? First grade? Man, those employees sure need to double-check their information, Takeru thought, sighing irritably. He then stopped as he approached the door, which on the side read 203. He then placed his hand softly against the door.

Well, here goes nothing… Takeru tugged at his shirt collar before softly knocking on the light brown portal. He heard a "Come in," and slowly but surely, wrapped his hand around the knob, and opened the door. A smile came upon his face as he greeted the teacher and her students. Ms. Sanderson smiled back, and then turned to face her students.

"Class, it looks like we have a visitor." The class turned their attention towards Takeru as he made his way towards the teacher. He stood directly in front of her, and then turned to face the class. He couldn't help but grin at them as he saw them.

They're so..small. It sort of reminds me of when I was little, Takeru thought as he chuckled to himself. He then slightly bowed towards the class.

"Hello. My name is Takeru Takaishi, and I'm the author of-"

"-the author of Adventures in the Digital World!" one of the kids shouted. Takeru could only chuckle as he saw Ms. Sanderson give the lad a stern glare.

"Michael, remember what we went over earlier about guests?" Ms. Sanderson asked. Michael grinned.

"Yes ma'am," he piped. Ms. Sanderson then placed her hands on her hips.

"And what would that be?.."

"That we should cheer in a chorus of 'yays' and 'hoorahs'?" The other children around him laughed as Michael couldn't help but crack a joke. Takeru couldn't help but laugh at the kid's cleverness.

Clearly this kid is the class clown, Takeru thought. Ms. Sanderson shook her head as she turned over to look at him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Takaishi. I hope this doesn't offend you in any way," Ms. Sanderson. Takeru grinned as he shook his head.

"No, not at all. After all, weren't we all kids once? It's entertaining to see the…lack of restraint these children had. Now, which one of you was the winner of my contest?" Takeru asked. No one seemed to speak up as the young blond examined the class. Ms. Sanderson sighed as she glimpsed at the students before turning her attention back towards the man next to her.

"You have to excuse Hikeru, Mr. Takaishi. You can say that he's somewhat…"

"-timid?" Takeru asked, finishing Ms. Sanderson's sentence for her. She nodded. She then forced a smile upon her face as she turned back to face the class.

"Hikeru, would you please raise your hand?" Ms. Sanderson asked. Takeru continued to regard the children as he searched through their ranks for the winner of his contest. Slowly but surely, one hand raised from the rest, and Takeru's blue orbs came into contact with forest colored ones. Takeru smiled as he looked at the young man before him. Like himself, Hikeru had shaggy hair, but it was primarily light brown. Hikeru managed to smile nervously as he looked at his favorite author with his green orbs.

"Um, O…Ohayo (short for good morning) Takaishi-san (a term used for someone of respect, like Mister, Mrs., or Ms.)," Hikeru replied frantically. The other students looked at each other and at Hikeru in confusion. Takeru continued to smile at the boy.

"Ohayo Hikeru. I want to say congratulations for winning my contest." Hikeru's eyes perked up as a small smile appeared on his face. "Now, which passage would you like for me to read first?" Takeru asked. Hikeru nodded.

"The one where Angemon defeats Devimon," Hikeru piped up eagerly. Takeru smiled in response, remembering that past event.

"All right." Ms. Sanderson pulled Takeru a chair to situate himself in. Once seated, he then turned to his book, looking through the Table of Contents until he found the chapter where the passage was located. He then began reading.

Chapter Ten: The Angel and the Devil…

Take shuddered as he looked into the menacing face of his enemy. This enemy was the one who had turned two of his allies into enemies- Leomon and Ogremon, with the help of the Black Gears. Red eyes glanced back at him, and at the group of Chosen Children before him. Dark, pale, violet lips curled into an evil smile as he looked upon them, a demon standing within the fog. His name was Devimon.

Devimon was a tall, dark, and lanky digimon that was the epitome of evil. Or, that's what Take thought at least. His friends, including his brother, Matt, had tried everything they could to destroy the digimon that was plaguing the Digital World. Yet, even with the strength of Greymon, Garurumon, Birdramon, Togemon, Ikkakumon and Kabuterimon combined, they still couldn't take down the demonic menace.

And now, the only two digimon that remained in the fight were Greymon and Garurumon. And things weren't looking good.

"Nova Blast!" Greymon roared as he shot a fireball right towards Devimon. The devil smirked as he simply swatted the projectile away, and in a flash, flew forward and thrashed the huge dinosaur. Greymon roared in pain as he collided into a nearby mountain. His energy spent, he reverted back to Agumon. Devimon chuckled as he now looked upon the little dinosaur.

"Aw, are you tired? Don't worry, I'll put you to rest soon enough!" Devimon exclaimed, as he reared his claws forward to put an end to the dino-digimon's life. Take and his friends could only look on in horror.

"Agumon, NO!!!" Tai yelled. He was about to make a break for his digital companion when he felt someone intervene. Looking to his right, he saw Matt, who's arm was blocking Tai's way to his friend.

"Tai, don't! You don't want to get killed, do you?" Matt asked, looking at his comrade. Tai shook his head.

"Of course not Matt! But I don't want Agumon to die either," Tai said. Matt shook his head.

"I know. But don't worry. Garurumon!" Matt shouted. Garurumon nodded his head as he ran towards Devimon.

"Right. Howling Blaster!" A blue fiery beam emitted from Garurumon's mouth as it struck Devimon in the back. The satanic digimon groaned in pain as the children cheered the wolf digimon on.

"You have been a thorn in my side for too long," Devimon stated, as he glared at Garurumon. Garurumon just returned his glare full force.

"Same to you buddy," Gaurumon replied. He then growled as he pounced on Devimon. The two then began wrestling around upon the ground, Garurumon trying to bite at Devimon's neck. The children continued cheering the white-blue wolf on. Matt took a moment to turn his attention back towards Tai.

"See, I told you not to worry," he said. Tai smiled in response.

"Arigato." Agumon then managed to make his way over to them, despite the condition he was in. Tai sighed with relief as Agumon made his way into his arms.

"I tried my best Tai," Agumon said, before collapsing in his human companion's arms, passing out from exhaustion. Tai closed his eyes as he thought of his digital friend.

"And you did the best you could do, Agumon. Now you need to rest," Tai said. He then opened his eyes as he turned his concentration back towards the battle.

"Come on Garurumon, come on!" Matt yelled. Garurumon was still on top of Devimon as the two were continuing their wrestling match. Devimon was barely able to keep the wolf's jaws from clenching around his neck. Garurumon growled as he put more power towards his bite. The children looked on, thinking that their struggle with the demon was about to come to an end.

But alas, it was not so. For just when it looked like Garurumon seized victory, Devimon gained the upper hand by managing to get himself back up, therefore pushing Garurumon off of him. Garurumon slid among the ground as his paws tried to gain bearing. Devimon smirked as he looked at the digital wolf.

"You almost had me there. However, I won't let that happen again!" Devimon roared as he then shot a black blast of energy in anger. It traveled through the air at a supersonic speed, colliding with Garurumon's face, knocking the wolf digimon off his feet and propelling him into the air. Devimon then dashed forward and knocked him into the mountain side. Garurumon howled in pain at the impact.

"Garurumon!" Matt shouted. He tried to go to him, but this time Tai was the one holding him. Now the roles were reversed.

"Matt, don't! Remember what you said to me?" Tai said. Matt solemnly nodded as he looked on in despair. Now his digital companion was the one whose life was in danger. A blue light glowed from Garurumon as he shrunk, transforming back into Gabumon. Unlike his dinosaur friend though, Gabumon was injured even more as he proved immobile. Devimon loomed over him, his shadow covering the dog-like creature.

"You put up a good fight Gabumon, but now this is where it comes to an end," Devimon replied. The children looked on in suspense, thinking they were about to see one of their digital companions slaughtered, and there was nothing they could do about it. And why? Because all of their digimon were too tired to fight. That, and even if they could, they wouldn't be powerful enough to stop the demon. They felt useless.

"This, this can't be…" Take said, as tears began forming in his eyes. He and Patamon glanced from one of their companions to the next, noticing the frightened expressions they wore, as they each held their respective digimon within their arms. Each digimon was worn out, and injured beyond control. They all had tried their best, fighting Devimon, as well as protecting them. And what could Take and Patamon do? Patamon couldn't evolve. And if he could, would he be strong enough to take down Devimon? The last thing Take wanted was to see his brother's digimon fall at the hands of this evil creature.

"I wish…" Take mumbled. Tears continued falling down his face as he sniffed his nose. "I wish…I wish we could stop him!" he exclaimed. His digivice then began to glow a white radiance.

"Well Gabumon, it's been nice meeting you, but now, I'm sorry to say that you have to depart. Tata," Devimon said, ready to thrash his claws forward and end the little digimon's life. Gabumon's eyes looked down at the ground in despair.

"I'm sorry Matt. I'm sorry everyone. I tried…" Gabumon said. He then closed his eyes, ready to feel the pain of death, the pain of Devimon's claws ripping into him…

But nothing came.

"What?!" Devimon exclaimed, as a white light blinded him from performing his task. He shielded his eyes, pain resulting from the light. The light then faded, and he looked on in horror as he saw what, or who, floated in its place. For in the light's place, was the evolved form of Patamon. His name was Angemon, and he was an angel digimon, a perfect foil to demon the children were facing. Angemon stood there with staff in hand, glowing a faint white as he looked at the demonic digimon through his helmet.

"For too long you have plagued the Digital World, Devimon. Now it's time for your tyranny to come to a halt," Angemon said, as he thrusted his staff forward in Devimon's direction. Devimon smirked as he turned back to look at the angelic digimon.

"And what do you think you can do, Angemon? None of your other companions could defeat me," Devimon replied.

"But where they failed, I will succeed," Angemon stated.

"Then show me," Devimon said.

"Gladly," Angemon smirked. He then flew forward, the two opposites clashing in fury of light and dark. Meanwhile, the children hurried over to their injured companion while they had the chance.

"Gabumon, I'm so glad you're all right," Matt cried, as he embraced his digital companion. Gabumon returned his embrace as he rubbed his friend's back.

"Me too Matt, me too…" The children then looked on as they saw the angel and devil continue to clash.

"Do you think Angemon has a chance?" Sor asked, looking at their unappointed leader. Tai just shrugged.

"Who knows? We haven't seen his power yet. Maybe he's the hope we've been waiting for," Tai said, as he glanced down at his rival's little brother. Take just continued to watch his digimon duke it out against their opponent.

"We're an even match Angemon. There is no way you can defeat me, so give up," Devimon said. Angemon bared his teeth at the devil.

"Never," Angemon said. The two then stood there, waiting for the other to attack. Devimon just smirked at the angel.

"Well then, if you won't make a move, then I will!" Devimon shouted, as he accelerated towards Angemon. Angemon poised his staff ready as Devimon made his way toward him. Just about when Devimon was about to strike, Angemon maneuvered his staff to collide with the demon's chest.

"Angel Staff!!!" Devimon was rocked back as he now collided with the side of the mountain, roaring in pain at his injury. Angemon slowly walked towards him, and Devimon then noticed that one of Angemon's hands were curled into a fist, and now a golden-orange light was beginning to glow from it.

"You think that I'm not powerful enough to defeat you Devimon? Well, you're wrong. Everyone, aim your digivices towards me!" Angemon instructed. The children could do nothing but listen to his words, as they pointed their digital devices at him. Take looked on in worriment at his digital companion. Angemon sensed this, and turned back to look at his friend.

"Don't worry Take. Everything will be just fine. Now, will you help me?" Angemon asked.

"Uh huh!" Take nodded as he wiped his tears from his eyes, and aimed his digivice towards his angelic friend. Seven white lights combined into one, which then fed the golden-orange fist. Angemon's fist then vibrated with power as he aimed at Devimon's chest.

"You shall plague the Digital World no longer demon. It ends here and now. Hand of Fate!" Angemon exclaimed, the golden-orange light transforming into an energy blast. It fired from Angemon's hand as it traveled through the air. Devimon tried to move, but it was to no avail as the orange-gold light struck him in his chest. The demon roared in pain as he realized his death had come, as he began digitizing into data.

"He did it! Angemon defeated Devimon!" Tai shouted.

"Yay!!!" the rest of the children shouted, as they began celebrating their victory. They then hurried over towards Angemon, as they stood behind him. But, their celebration came to a stop as they saw that he too was digitizing into data. Devimon smirked at the angel.

"Fool, you're dying too," the demon stated. Angemon smiled.

"But I can rest, knowing that you're gone." Devimon then dissipated into data, leaving Angemon to himself.

"Angemon…" Angemon turned his head to see Take standing there, crying as he saw only half of the angelic digimon now. Angemon gave his small friend a sad smile as he looked at him.

" It's okay, Take. Everything will be all right. Remember, I will always be with you." And with the ending of that statement, Angemon faded.

"Angemon!!!" Take shouted, crying over his lost friend. His other companions bowed their heads in respect for what the angelic digimon had done. Take couldn't help but continue to cry as he looked down at the ground.

"Hey Take, look!" a voice shouted.

"Huh?" Take looked up as he saw a few white, angel feathers float down towards him. He caught them with his hands as they began to form a pile. "Angemon…" was all Take could say, as he sniffed his nose again. The white feathers then glowed as they merged, and formed into an oval object. And when the light faded, all that was left was a white egg with orange stripes…

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"I wonder how Takeru's doin'?" Daisuke asked, taking a swig of ice water as he and Ken were currently dining at some restaurant in town. Ken just shrugged his shoulders as the two were waiting on their food.

"He's probably okay. At least, I hope so. You'd think he would've had a huge hangover from last night. I know I did," Ken said.

"Yeah, but he didn't drink as much as we did. Besides, he's a children novelist. He probably does great with kids, unlike me. Every time I try to hold my son, he bawls," Daisuke stated. Ken just sent him a sympathetic look.

"Didn't you said you had the greatest kid in the world earlier?" Ken asked. Daisuke shrugged his shoulders in response.

"He is...only not when I hold him."

"Cheer up. He's only about what? Three months old? You'll do fine," Ken said. Daisuke flashed a smile at his friend.

"Thanks." He then looked outside the window at the passerby. "So..about what Take said last night…do you really think he may've hallucinated?" Daisuke asked. Ken took a gulp of his drink.

"Maybe, maybe not. I just think that with the demons he's been dealing with, it's been affecting him physically as well as mentally. I think coming here with him might just give him the break he needs," Ken responded. Daisuke turned back to examine him.

"I sure hope so. That guy needs all the rest he can get," Daisuke said.

"I agree with that…"

"Here is your order gentlemen," a server said, as they placed two plates of nourriture upon the table. The two men smiled at them.

"Thank you," Daisuke said. The server turned to smile at Daisuke.

"You're welcome," they replied. They then faded away, leaving the two to themselves again. They got out their silverware as they began cutting their courses.

"Well, whatever happens, I just hope that Takeru is happy from here on out," Daisuke said.

"Me too. Let's eat!!!"

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"Thank you again for coming Mr. Takaishi," Ms. Sanderson said.

"Anytime. Of course, I am here because of the contest. But, despite the situation, I'm glad I'm here. New Orleans has helped brighten my spirits up a bit," Takeru stated, smiling. Ms. Sanderson smiled as well.

"I'm glad you feel that way. I know this may sound..corny, but would you like to join me and the other teachers for lunch?" Ms. Sanderson asked.

"Sure," Takeru nodded.

"Great!" She then turned back to her class. "All right now children, it's lunch time. Please get whatever lunchables you may have and get to a single file line. We'll be leaving shortly," the teacher said.

"Yes ma'am," the kids chorused, before running to their cubbies to retrieve their lunches. As Takeru was watching this with amusement, he felt a tug upon his pants. "Huh?" he looked down to see Hikeru smiling up at him.

"Hello Takaishi-san," Hikeru said. Takeru crouched to Hikeru's eye level.

"Hello Hikeru. Congrats again on winning my contest," Takeru smiled.

"Um, thanks. Uh, I brought a copy of your book, and I, uh, was wondering if…" Hikeru trailed off as he looked down at his feet, showing his book to the tall blond. Takeru lightly chuckled.

"Oh, I see. Sure I'll sign it," Takeru replied. Hikeru smiled as he looked back up to his idol.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really," Takeru answered. Hikeru quickly handed him the book as Takeru opened it up to an empty space behind the cover. "Now Hikeru, is there anything you'd like for me to write?" Takeru asked. The boy just shrugged.

"Uh, not really…"

"Well then, I just write this…" Takeru scribbled in a message, before singing his signature and handing the book back to Hikeru. "There you go." Takeru said. Hikeru bowed.

"Arigato."

"Well class, if you're ready, let's depart," Ms. Sanderson said. She then turned to Hikeru. "Hikeru dear, I think you may want to join your classmates in line, hmm?" she asked. Hikeru nodded.

"Yes ma'am," he said politely. He turned to look at the young man standing beside her.

"We'll talk more later, if that's what you'd like," Takeru said. Hikeru grinned.

"Sure." He then joined his classmates in a single-file line, and with the two adults at the front, they departed for the cafeteria...

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"It's a pleasure meeting you Mr. Takaishi. My family and I own all of your books so far, and I must say you're quite the writer. Where do you get the imagination for such stories?" one of the male teachers asked. Takeru just laughed.

"Let's just say, I got the creativity from 'life experiences'," Takeru stated. The other teachers just laughed.

"Oh, quite I'm sure," the same teacher said. Takeru just smiled. He then turned to look at Ms. Sanderson.

"So, if I may ask you Ms. Sanderson, what's it like being a teacher here? From what I've seen so far, it looks like you have a great bunch of kids," Takeru complimented. Ms. Sanderson smiled.

"They are Mr. Takaishi, they really are. I'm just lucky I guess," Ms. Sanderson said. One of the teachers lightly jabbed Takeru in the side.

"She's just saying that because it's her first year," they whispered. Takeru chuckled.

"Well, I hope your years here as teacher keep getting better and better," Takeru said.

"Thank you," Ms. Sanderson nodded.

"Don't mention it. Now, may I ask a question, if I may be so bold?" Takeru asked.

"Why certainly," Ms. Sanderson replied.

"Well, I was a little curious about Hikeru…besides from his name, it seems like he knows a little of Japanese lingo," Takeru inquired.

"Well, that's because he's Japanese, at least partially. I've met his mother once, and from what I remember I think her husband was from Japan," Ms. Sanderson said. Takeru raised an eyebrow at her answer.

"Oh, really? That's interesting," Takeru stated. After the young blond finished his sentence, yelling was heard, which made Ms. Sanderson suddenly get up from her seat.

"Excuse me." Takeru followed her with his eyes as she went toward a table, which was apparently where her class was situated. Apparently, two of the boys at the table had gotten into an argument, and began pushing each other back-and-forth. Takeru watched with interest, until one of the boys was pushed into the back of his contest winner, whose face made an impact upon the table.

Being shocked, Takeru got up from the table and raced over as Ms. Sanderson began braking up the fight. He took the little tyke by the arm and bent over so he could see his face.

"Hey Hikeru, are you okay?" Takeru asked. What happened next shocked the young man, as the little boy looked up to meet Takeru's eyes with his own.

His eyes were blue, a blue that matched his own…

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Uh oh, Hikeru has blue eyes! How will this revelation make Takeru more interested in the young lad? And did he really see Hikari and Taichi? Only more questions can be pondered at this point…so, you'll have to wait for the next chapter of Derailed to find out!!!

I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't that long, but…it wasn't really intended to be. It was just written to help get me back in the swing of things for this fic. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer and more interesting. As always, review if you can, and until next time, peace out!- Malcolm Yuy