Summary

Something terrible has happened to Matt Ishida. Causing him to return to the one person he hoped to never see again.

Disclaimer

I own nothing! But I wish I did.

Chapter One: Lost

The fire started in the tangled wire behind the bathroom heater. At first there was no flame only a core of intense heat. One spark popped then another. The orange line cracked to the panel board. Causing a momentary blink of the house's microwave, stereo, television and alarm clocks. The usual loud fire alarm seemed to have given all its efforts by the first beep, only to die soon after. Through all this the Matt Ishida slept not even stirring from his deep sleep. The blond had been working all day. Taking various pictures to send to a company that were in love with his shots. Though he met his deadline and gotten good reviews from his pictures. He had miss months of a good sleep. So right now the only thing that concerned him was getting a good rest before he headed to meet a new client. The blue flames crept along the chord. Engulfing it until it was too hot to touch. The flames soon became red from contact traveling along the cracks of the bathroom floor. Creeping along burning everything in its path. Soon creeping its way into the bedroom in which Matt slept. The dream, which wouldn't let Matt go, was a dream he had every night. In it he found himself wrapped in the arms of the person he loved. He could hear him speaking but he couldn't understand the words being said. But it didn't matter to him. He was too busy enjoying the contact between them. A cracking sound began to enter his dreams. He shifted trying to remain in the dream world in which he didn't want to leave. Ignoring the sound he absentmindedly press the pillow closer to his head which led on top of him. He didn't want to lose the warmth. He wanted to remain in this world but it felt as if he was losing. "No." he mumbled as he struggled to stay asleep. But soon that wouldn't be a problem as a loud explosion erupted in the house, jarring Matt from his sleep. For a second he didn't know where he was. But only a second and soon his adrenaline kicked in. Matt jumped out his bed ignoring the blistering heat that was attacking his feet. Running out of the bedroom never stopping until he reached outside. He was greeted by the firefighters who had already parked in front of his home and began to hose down the fire. As Matt stood in snow watching his home become one with the fire. He felt a chill run down his spine and he knew well that it wasn't from cold temperature. He knew well that the chill that he felt was a reminder that he had left something important in the house and he wasn't going to let no fire take it from him.

TBC

Kei52 :Please Review! I need five reviews in order to write the second chapter. Though I think this chapter is really bad.