Disclaimer: 'Alter Ego' is a fan fiction based on characters from the anime 'Digimon'. All the characters used in this fan fiction are not owned by me.

Summary: My existence is a lie. But my feelings are true. If I reveal everything, will you hate me for it? As the walls shatter, throwing the secret out in the open, trust is tested, emotions are battled. "Who are you?"

Note: This fan fiction includes a couple of pairings, in which you will find out in the later parts of the chapters. This fan fiction also disregards the plotline from the 'Digimon' anime. (Including the Digimons)

UPDATE: Prologue (Hello Stranger) and Chapter 1 (Inspiration) are re-written as of 31 June 2012.

Digimon
Alter Ego
Prologue – Hello Stranger

The shrill cry of the final bell screamed loudly in the halls as doors slammed open. The thundering sound of footsteps filled the previously quiet hallway as students poured out from their classrooms. Just then, a blond head was spotted bobbing up and down against the flow of traffic as a boy pushed against the sea of bodies and forced his way through.

"Watch it!" A girl cried out before staring him down with a sneer after he had accidentally bumped into her.

Mumbling an apology, he continued on his way. Finally emerging from the crowd, he breathed in a deep breath of relatively fresher air, tilting his head left and right as he tried to relax his muscles. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he blinked multiple times. His contact lenses were irritating his eyes, putting him in a poor mood.

"Kota!" A voice cried out from behind and he turned, narrowing his eyes at the moving mass, trying to spot the owner of the yell. The blur caused by his contact lenses was not helping at all.

"Over here," someone patted him on his shoulder suddenly and he spun around quickly.

"What's up?" He asked upon seeing his friend Taichi. Both of them turned and continued down the corridor, making a left towards the roof.

"Why didn't you pick up your phone?" The brunet shoved his hands into his pockets. "Yutaka was pissed when he called me."

"It's Kei," the blond corrected, shifting his eyes around to see if anyone heard.

"Right," Taichi nodded. "He was threatening to kill you if you turn up late today. How many times have you been late this week anyway? Yutaka was seriously angry."

"Kei," the blond repeated as he gave a short glare to the brunet beside him, shaking his head with a huff.

"Whatever," Taichi groaned, "there's no one here anyway!"

Raising his arms in frustration, Taichi turned a full circle in order to emphasise his point.

"See?"

Rolling his eyes, the blond gave his friend a deadpanned look before leaving him behind. He didn't want to take any chances. When he had first enrolled into the school, his looks alone were enough to cause him plenty of trouble. Luckily, with the contact lenses that he donned, a pair of glasses that were of absolutely no use, a fake name with a geeky character (and with much hard work to ensure that Taichi does not let the secret slip), the girls have since been convinced that he cannot be the one they thought he was. Of course, the plan to have each of the band members in a different school was one of the factors that lead to success as well, he believed.

Pushing his black rimmed glasses up his nose, the blond stepped quietly onto the roof. It was always a good place to relax and think about anything that comes across his mind. The quiet and lack of people gave him a sense of peace that always seemed to evade him everywhere else. Wincing slightly at the sudden onslaught of bright sunshine, he lifted a hand to shade his eyes a little. Just as his eyes adjusted enough for him to see clearly, his attention was drawn to a lone figure sitting by the fence.

So much for the lack of people.

"I'm sorry, if you want to be alone, I can leave."

It took him a second to register that she was speaking to him. Did his disappointment show on his face? Lowering his hand, the blond closed the door behind him and turned to face the other occupant on the roof. The wind caressed her auburn hair as it danced around, framing her face. Cinnamon coloured eyes gazed at him, unwavering, as her long slender fingers curled loosely around a pencil. He could not help but think what a unique colour her eyes were.

"It's alright," he answered a little too hurriedly. Pointing to the other side of the roof, he continued, "I'll just be on the other side."

Without waiting for her reply, he walked over to the area he had indicated and simply sat comfortably, resting against the fence. From the corner of his eyes, he could tell that the girl was still staring rather intently at him. Oh no, he bit back a groan and could not help but frown slightly, give me a break and don't ask.

Yet, after a moment, the auburn haired girl simply sat quietly and turned her sights back to her sketchpad. Surprise flitted across his eyes for a mere second before he shook it away.

The wind caressed her auburn hair as it danced around…

His pen twitched in his hand.

Cinnamon coloured eyes gazed at him, unwavering…

The blond sucked in a breath. Words began flowing into his mind and he scribbled them onto his book furiously. Pausing for a minute or two, he lifted his head to gaze at the girl before him. Turning back to the words he had marked onto paper, his lips parted in surprise.

This is…

Hours passed by quickly without his notice. It was only when the blond lifted his eyes from his notebook did he notice the sky darkening. Just then, the sound of lead scratching against paper captured his attention and he blinked at the girl before him. She was still there. For a minute, he did nothing but stare at her quietly as she sat there, bent over her work. Whatever it was that she was working on, the cinnamon eyed girl seemed to be focusing very hard on it.

Closing his notebook, he stretched his sore limbs and let out a groan, which promptly caught the other occupant's attention.

Leaning back against the fence again, he offered her a smile. "I didn't notice it was so late already."

For a second, she gave no indication that she was going to reply. Just as he was about to speak again, she returned a small smile of her own.

"Me neither." Her reply was soft but he heard it nonetheless.

"If you don't mind," he grinned and tilted his head toward the sketchpad that lay on her lap, "what are you working on?"

Though a mysterious grin graced her features, a fierce blushed covered her face all the same. "That's for me to know and for you to never find out."

Cheeky, he smirked at the girl's response.

"And what is it that you're working on?" She questioned him this time.

"Something no one should know at the moment." He replied.

"At the moment?" An amused twinkle appeared in her eyes and laughter poured from her lips. At the sound of her laughter, the corner of his lips lifted to form a smile. She seemed so shy and yet confident at the same time. That, he thought, was a strange combination of character. However, the blond did not, and perhaps, could not deny the pull he felt towards the girl.

"Secretive, aren't you?" She eyed him.

"That's my line." He said thereafter.

There was a short silence between them but neither looked away. It was strange, for they have barely met and yet, they were speaking to each other as if they were friends for quite some time.

"Sora Takenouchi," she said out of the blue.

And as the blond watched her with amusement, he stood and walked before her. Extending his hand for her to shake, he acknowledged a different aura coming from her that he could not put his finger on. She could, possibly, be a friend.

"Kota Ishida," he replied as smoothly. "Yoroshiku."

Stepping into the brightly lit room, a green eyed teen avoided the multiple wires that lay around on the studio floor as he detoured towards his dressing room. Dumping his bag unceremoniously on the floor, he shrugged off his jacket and left it draped on a chair. With a groan, he sank into the sofa and swept his fingers across his bangs which fell over his eyes.

Just then, a knock sounded on his door.

"Come in," he lifted his head slightly to see who had entered before he huffed. "I know, I know."

"That's the fourth time this week that you're late," Yutaka frowned as he crossed his arms, stepping aside as the other members filtered into the room.

"I know," the blond growled and sat up straight. "I'll come on time tomorrow."

"And why are you still wearing that?" Takashi sniffed as he stared down at the bassist's glasses, "you can take it off already you know."

Reaching up to remove his glasses, the teen groaned and dragged his feet towards the mirror before he removed his green tinted contact lenses. As he looked up at his reflection, the piercing crystal blue eyes of Yamato Ishida stared back at him.

"If you find it so troublesome, why don't you just do without it?" Akira laughed as he watched the blond's face turn from fatigue to annoyance. "Just don the glasses."

"It'll be worse," he said. "I'd rather have my eyes irritated."

Before anyone could continue the conversation, another knock sounded on the door before a head peeked in. "Hey Wolves, be ready at the recording studio in five."

"Alright," the boys chorused, shuffling around the room for their scores and pencils.

"By the way," the blond said suddenly, "I wrote a new song today. We could check it out later."

Takashi let out a whistle and smirked. "It's been some time since you penned your own songs Yamato. What kind of song is it this time?"

Yamato tied back his hair with an amused smirk on his face. He gave himself a mental note to cut it soon. Giving his band mates a shrug, he chuckled.

"A love song."

End of Prologue

A/N: Hello everyone! It's a new story here and I know the first chapter's a little dry but it's something new I'm trying so I hope it's still alright! I hope I didn't overdo it with the secrecy thing but I'm sure most of you knew who Kota was already. Please review!

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