Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Krazy 4 U ❯ Chapter 1

Krazy 4 U

A Digimon fanfiction

Written by Bexi

Chapter One

A light breeze blew through the open window, playing with tips of Matt's velvety hair. He sighed and stole another quick glance at his soft-brown guitar that sat on the chair beside him. He shook his head and leant back into the spongy chair, letting his bright eyes drop closed. The room was silent, the only thing that could be heard was his soft breaths and the light taps on the window from the wind. He could feel his whole body relaxing, a feeling of peace calming his mind. Nothing could destroy the moment.

The phone rang with its shrill tone.

Matt groaned but refused to let his eyes open. The person would stop if he didn't answer it and if it was important, they could always ring back.

The ringing continued.

The blond turned his head and covered his ears in a feeble attempt to rid himself of the infernal noise.

Still the ringing persisted.

"Go away!" he shouted at the phone, wishing that the person on the other end had miraculously heard him. "Stop ringing!"

The ringing filled the room, seeming to grow louder with each passing second.

Matt growled and forced himself from the warm chair he sought comfort in. His blue eyes pierced the phone as he snatched it from the wall. This was getting beyond ridiculous, he kept telling himself. He had lost track of the number of times he had gotten up and answered that blasted phone, only to hear the same bland tone telling him the other had hung up. How was he supposed to practice when he was always interrupted? He couldn't understand why people did that … ring a number and hang up once the person picked up on the other line. What was so entertaining about that?

"Listen here, you annoying, little bastard! If I ever find out who you are, you'll regret the day you messed with me! Understand!?" he yelled, his cheeks growing red with ire.

"Matt?" came the reply from the other end.

Matt recognised the familiarity inside the deep, male voice.

"Dad?" Matt muttered, stunned.

"Is everything all right?" Masaharu asked his son, curious.

Matt sighed. "Yeah, Dad, everything's fine. Only problem being that the phone keeps ringing and when I answer it the person on the other end hangs up immediately. I was going to unhook the phone because I need peace and quiet when I'm trying to practice, but you never know whether it's an emergency phone call, do you?"

"That's true," he replied. "Just ignore it and the person will eventually grow tired of their little game."

"I've been trying to ignore it for the past six hours -- it's just going beyond a joke because it's being to piss me off big time!" he groaned and looked around the room.

"Did you try calling the number back, son?" Masaharu asked Matt, though he doubted it would be of any use.

"The person always withheld their number, but that would have been obvious. It would have just been plain stupid for the person to leave the number available."

"There's nothing more I can say, apart from to just ignore it as best you can."

"Yeah," the DigiDestined sighed, leaning his forehead on the wall, ignoring the coldness to it. "So what did you want, Dad?" Matt asked his father, simply.

"I just rung to tell you that I have to work late tonight -- I don't know when I'll be back."

"Oh, okay then, Dad. Should I make dinner and put it in the oven or will you grab a bite to eat later?"

"I'll grab something on my way home, but I just wanted to tell you, just in case you did make me anything."

"Well, thanks for telling me. I'll see you later then," Matt ended the conversation and listened to his father's goodbye before placing the phone back. He strolled over to the couch and lay down, sighing. He wasn't really that hungry so that didn't bother him. Nor did his father working late, it had become routine ever since he had remembered. Matt found it hard to believe that he wasn't frustrated with doing everything while his father worked. When he got to an age where he could be left alone in the house, which was before his first encounter with the DigiWorld, he would clean the house and begin dinner for his father. It had always been just them two -- father and son, no mother.

The phone ran again…

"For fucks sake!" he yelled and threw a small cushion at the wall to help relieve him of his growing anger.

He ignored it with great difficulty, which he had done many times previous. The answer machine would answer and the caller never left a message.

"…This is the Ishida residence. I'm sorry that no one is available to take your message at the moment, but if you leave a message after the tone, we'll get back to you as soon as we can…"

Matt listened to the audible bleep and expected to hear nothing more. So it shocked, stunned and surprised him when…

-

It's bugging me, grating me

And twisting me around

Yeah I'm endlessly caving in

And turning inside out

'Cause I want it now

I want it now

Give me your heart and your soul

And I'm breaking out

I'm breaking out

Last chance to lose control

It's holding me, morphing me

And forcing me to strive

To be endlessly cold within

And dreaming I'm alive

'Cause I want it now

I want it now

Give me your heart and your soul

I'm not breaking down

I'm breaking out

Last chance to lose control

And I want you now

I want you now

I'll feel my heart implode

I'm breaking out

Escaping now feeling my faith erode

-

The song stopped and so did the message -- it ended just like that.

Matt stared at the phone and saw a flashing red light that shone brightly … he had a message. It was strange and he was unsure what to make of it. Why would anyone send a song to his phone? He didn't understand. The person who sent the message didn't sing the song; it was an exact radio edit of the band who originally sung it.

Matt shrugged his shoulders and left the message as it was. There really was no point worrying, just someone's idea of a joke … nothing more, nothing less.

He sat up and stretched over to grab his guitar and decided that he would make better progress if he practiced in his room with headphones on. At least then he would be able to place his full concentration on his music.

He didn't notice that the phone rang again … and again … and again -- each one leaving a message that he wouldn't understand the reason behind. The red number rose rapidly from one…

To be continued…

Author's notes: Right, this is the first chapter written and I hope you all enjoyed it. The lyrics that were left on Matt's answer phone do not belong to me; they are from Muse - Hysteria. Now that, that disclaimer is out of the way, I can go on a yap about what I feel you need to know.

There, that's it. I have nothing to bitch about, I'm in a relatively happy mood, but that may change tomorrow because I'm being dragged to Liverpool to look at a university with my friend -- the fact that I've got to miss a day from the nursery to do so is annoying. Just a word or warning: the more miserable and livid I am, the more I take it out on fictional characters such as Matt … now you know. It makes me wonder what happened to make me write it, but I've always taken pleasure in torturing my favourite characters since I was a small girl -- my best friend think I have problems. I completely disagree of course … where would fanfiction be without character-torture fics? I love them to death … a nice dark fic is the perfect way to end the day. I keeps my mind perfectly active enough.

I must now leave you all to go off and write nice reviews about my fic.

Bu-bye

Bexi