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CHAOS

By TheApex

PROLOGUE

Wishes

Graduation. An important day for all young people as they finish compulsory education to move out into the world. A day which symbolizes the transition from boy to man and girl to woman. A rite of passage celebrated with family and friends. For those who were fortunate enough to have both friends and family of course. Not all were so lucky.

A young man walked solitary through the peaceful cemetery, his path lit up by the fading sunlight. The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight. His gleaming black shoes made a crunching sound as he walked over the gravelly stones of the pathway. His black trousers were a perfect fit and without a crease in sight. The matching jacket was much the same, making him look very tall and slim. His black tie was secured tightly around the collar of his white shirt. His hair was unusually well groomed by his standards, even as the light wind passed through the thick brown threads.

He stopped in front of two solid marble grey matching headstones. He bent down slowly and carefully placed the bunch of white lilies he had been clutching between the headstones. He kissed his index and middle fingers before placing them gently on top of each stone. He stood up again and looked over the few words that adorned each one.

'Mie Matsuki, 25 May 1969 – 10 August 2008, beloved mother, wife, and friend' read the stone on the left. 'Takehiro Matsuki, 18 September 1965 – 10 August 2008, beloved father, husband and friend' read the stone on the right. They were both very simply designed headstones, consisting only of the few words chosen by their son. There were no fancy borders or elaborate text fonts. Simple, yet somehow comforting.

'I miss you, Mom and Dad. Today was hard, seeing everybody hugging their parents after the graduation ceremony. All I could think about was you two', Takato Matsuki thought to himself. 'I can't believe you've been gone nearly three years now'.

The sun had almost set. Takato wasn't sure exactly how long he had spent at the graves. He was so lost in his memories he hadn't realised his body had started to shiver ever so slightly as it had gradually become colder and colder.

"I had a feeling I would find you here," came a familiar voice from behind. A startled Takato pivoted on his feet to turn to face the source of the voice that had brought him out of his thoughts and back to reality.

There a blue haired boy stood. His grey eyes gazed over Takato as he walked towards his suited friend. He wore a black t-shirt covered by a sleeveless bright orange jacket, his legs covered by a pair of brown jeans, and a pair of dark trainers finished his look. He gave a slight, but warm smile towards Takato.

"Henry? What are you doing here?" Takato asked quietly. He was quite surprised to see Henry here on today of all days. He had expected Henry to be at the graduation party by now enjoying a few drinks and socialising with all the other teenagers in their class.

"I was looking for you after the graduation ceremony but I couldn't find you anywhere. I asked around and nobody knew where you'd gone. I went home quickly to change and then I headed here. I figured the one place you'd want to be today would be here," Henry explained.

"Oh", Takato replied. "Thanks Henry, but you didn't have to come here. I'm alright, really."

"I'm sure you are. Truth be told, I thought about your parents a lot today. They were really nice to me, despite all the mischief we got up to when I used to stay over at yours," Henry said with a smile.

Takato felt the corners of his mouth rise up at that. Henry used to sleep over at Takato's place a lot in previous years. Takato remembered how his mother scolded them for waking her up with their screams while they were watching horror movies at three in the morning, and the mess they made when they once tried to cook a can of fizzy cola in a microwave which resulted in a blown up kitchen appliance and both boys being grounded for two weeks by their respective parents.

"We did get ourselves into a lot of trouble, didn't we?" Takato chuckled.

"Yeah, we drove your parents pretty crazy sometimes," Henry said.

There was a pause as the two young men reflected on their colourful, happy past.

"I wish they were still here," Takato said. "I wish I could have saved them."

"Don't do that to yourself Takato. There was nothing you could have done."

"You don't know that though. If I'd been there, maybe I could have stopped that bastard from…from shooting my parents," Takato said dejectedly.

His hands curled into fists of anger. His parents had been taken from him unfairly and unjustly. And their killer had escaped unpunished due to a supposed 'lack of evidence'. It had been an outrageous injustice, and a failure on the investigative team's part. Takato lost faith in the police and the justice system as a whole after the trial of his parent's killer, and that lack of faith had slowly grown into disgust.

"We've been down this road before Takato. You were only fifteen at the time. If you had been there, there could just as easily have been three grave stones here instead of two. Your parents definitely wouldn't have wanted that," Henry softly replied.

"It doesn't stop me from wishing I had the power to save them though. I would do anything to have that chance. And if I can't have that, then I'd gladly take half an hour alone in a room with the man who ruined my life!" Takato said spitefully.

There was an awkward silence as the two friends looked at each other, both unsure of what to say next. What else was there to say? The silence seemed to last an eternity until it was broken by the sound of Henry's phone receiving a text message. He quickly looked at his phone's screen before sliding it back into his pocket.

"People are starting to wonder where we are," Henry stated, glad for the reason to break the silence. "Come on, let's go to the party. Your parents would want you to enjoy today as much as you can. We can only graduate high school once in our lives after all."

"You go on ahead. I'll go home to change and I'll see you there later."

"I'll hold you to that! Don't be too late," Henry said.

Takato nodded, forcing a smile to placate the blue haired boy. Henry returned the smile and began walking the path out of the cemetery. Takato watched as he slowly disappeared from view, and then turned back towards the grave stones.

"I'll be back soon," he promised.

As soon as Takato arrived home, he quickly headed for his bedroom to change into his usual royal blue hoody and grey shorts. He pondered the choice momentarily, before deciding on grey jeans instead. It was already gone eight o'clock, and the streets of West Shinjuku were surprisingly cold for a mid-summer's night. He placed his feet in his trainers and hurriedly tied the laces up.

A bright light shone in from the bedroom window, and Takato had just about enough time to look up as a ball of light phased through the panes of glass, bounced once on the floor and slammed squarely into his chest, knocking him clean off his feet and sending him hard into a wall. He cried out as his chest burned hotter and hotter as the ball of light seemed to force its way inside of him.

The light disappeared and Takato fell to the floor, his face colliding unforgivingly with the course carpet. He groaned as he slowly used his palms to push himself up onto his knees.

'What the hell just happened to me? What was that thing? Where did it go?'

Questions raced through his confused mind, questions which he had no answers for. He frantically lifted his hoody up to check his chest. To his surprise, he found no burns, holes or cuts where the light had buried itself. He ran his hand over the entry point. It felt the same as before, albeit slightly hotter than the surrounding flesh that made up the rest of his chest.

'Did that really just happen?' he questioned with a thought.

He was interrupted by a vibration in his pocket. He took out his phone and read the new text he received.

Where are you Takato? You're missing all the fun!

'The party! I completely forgot! Oh man, after what just happened I don't know if I should be going out at all. I mean, I feel fine and all, but I might not in a few hours! That thing could be doing who knows what inside me right now!'

He inspected his chest once more before slowly lowering his hoody back down again. He studied himself in the mirror. He didn't look ill, or worse for wear. His deep brown eyes were as bright as ever, his cheeks their typical pale-like tone and his mouth attempting a smile as if to reassure himself of his good health. It just about did enough.

'Well, I only get to graduate once. Might as well try and enjoy it!'

He picked up his keys, turned the bedroom light off and headed for the front door and towards the party.

A/N: It's been a while since I've written a story (I think it's been about two years actually) so I'm a tad rusty, and I'm aware that this probably isn't very well written. I've just been wanting to get back into fanfiction for a while now, and I thought I'd better just dive back in instead of just thinking about it all the time! So here I am, getting back into the swing of things.

I hope it isn't too bad! I'm hoping my plot lines can make up for my lack of writing finesse. As I'm sure you're aware if you made it this far, this is an AU story. No Digimon (sorry!) will be in this story. I don't think I'll be including characters like Kazu, Kenta, Jeri, Ryo or Suzie, however I may change that as I develop the story. I have a vague idea of where I want this to go.

This will be a dark fic that mainly focuses on Takato, Rika and Henry. Oh, and Takato's alter ego of course, but more on that in future chapters. Future chapters which I hope you'll stick around for! Please do review, it'll encourage me to write more, and constructive criticism is of course appreciated!