Two years.

That's how long since it had been. Two years since the world had hung in the balance once again. Since I had been to the digital world. Since I had seen Patamon.

If I really thought about it you'd think it wouldn't be that big of a deal, it's not like this was the first time I had been forced to leave Patamon, but to me it was different this time. Back then I had been young, naive, and half thought as I grew older that it had been no more than a dream I had thought up and Matt, being the good brother that he was, went along with. But then being with Patamon again... how was I supposed to say this? Losing Patamon this time had been like losing hope.

Which was ironic.

It hurt every time I thought about it. To make things worse the group seemed to be splitting up, tearing at the scenes. The original crew from so long ago, most had moved away or were at college, as for the 02 group... well they all seemed close, so he could only blame himself. Kari still tried to care for me, and despite how I felt about her I pushed her away, because she only made it hurt more. She had been there both times it had happened, and brought back those memories with full force.

I was trying to focus on my homework. I tried not to remember the time I had been sitting at this very desk and me and Patamon had fallen asleep. Suddenly a high pitched squeal emitted from one of my drawers. Curious, I started to go through them, trying to figure out what piece of electricity could do this, meanwhile it rose in a crescendo.

My hand hesitated above the final drawer. I knew this drawer. I had promised never to open it. Yet my hand moved as if with a mid of its own and revealed the green digivice within, the small screen alive as it hadn't been in years. I picked it up and held it in my hands, trying to figure out why it was squealing.

As my hand came in contact with it the light grew and I stood up desperately wanting to release my grip on it but too eager to see what was going to happen to put it down. As the light overtook the room I felt it change in my hand, but couldn't see what form his digivice now took, as light overtook my vision, until all that was left was black.

Several moments later a young man walked into the room, saying something about how he was home for the weekend from college, only to find an empty room.

The day had passed in such a blur. The strange pull that had come over their Digimon, meeting the man with the lighter and the sun glasses, then the tiger Digimon that had defeated all of them. Guilmon had finally digivolved into Metalgrowlmon. After talking with his friends and making sure Guilmon got back to the place in the park okay, he just about felt like collapsing in his bed.

However, as Takato came up to his doorstep, the thought vanished from his mind. Right in front of his house was a boy about his age, maybe a little bit older. He wore a slightly rumpled short sleeved hoodie that was green and white, a light yellow undershirt on underneath. He had tan cargo shorts on and green tennis shoes. A white hat lay on the ground a foot or two from him, leaving his blonde hair splayed out onto the ground

"Mom, Dad, something happened!" His parents rushed down the stairs, both in their pajamas.

She had heard the words through her comms. Somehow they had gotten through, in between the screams that wrenched her gut. Her partner had already broken down, unable to take it, but she steeled her nerves. After all that she had seen in her time, she could manage to get through this.

'they're just data, they can't be your friends.' She knew Yamaki was lying when he said that, and she knew that he knew he was lying. He knew better than that. She had to keep in the tears in order not to cry for him. After everything, you'd think he'd still remember all he had learned about friendship.

Waking up had been as if rising from a deep lake, slow but effortless, and left a lethargic feeling in my bones. I opened my sky blue eyes as the sun rose over the horizon, blinking in the unfamiliar surroundings. I sat on a couch in a small living room; a coffee table had a hat sitting on it, my hat in fact.

I was still wearing the clothes I had on when my digivice had… I shot up, head reeling as I remembered what had happened. I glanced through one of the windows. It didn't look like the digital world, which was definitely where I had expected to go. My hand went into his jacket pocket, and it came in contact with the smooth surface of something cool and hard.

When my hand came out it held an object that was unfamiliar in my hands. It was smaller than I was used to holding, but the energy that it practically emitted was familiar to me, and I immediately knew that this silver device with the yellow-orange buttons and detailing was my digivice. I pressed the buttons, but there was a sad little tug in my stomach when nothing appeared; not an egg, not Poyomon, nothing. What if he was gone forever? No. I couldn't think like that.

I gave a sigh and looked up at the ceiling, as if in prayer. What had I gotten myself into this time? The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caused me to look up. A boy about my age or even a little younger was coming down the stairs, talking into a phone.

"You don't to go on patrol? Yes, I know its 6:30 in the morning, but- fine, I'll go alone." He hung up and put the phone away before he noticed that I was sitting up. "Oh, you're awake! Are you okay?" the brown haired boy rushed over to me and I scooted back a little, shocked by his excitement. I noticed the goggles on his head and my mind drifted to Tai and Davis.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine." I awkwardly scratched the back of my head, smoothly pocketing my digivice back into my pocket. "What's your name?"

"Takato. What's yours?" He asked.

"Takeru, but you can call me TK." I gave him a smile.

"Wow, it's good to see your eyes open! We just found you passed out on our doorstep, are you okay?" I slowly nodded, taking in the information. So obviously I was still in Japan, but why?

"Where am I?" I asked the burning question.

"Shinjuku." He replied and I nodded. I had heard of Shinjuku, a nice small town, though from glances out the window it looked significantly bigger than I had heard. "Do you remember how you got here? Or ended up passed out?"

"No." A half-lie. Takato gave a small frown.

"That's horrible! My mom and dad should be waking up soon, we'll talk to them about it. You can probably spend the rest of the day with me after that!" He said enthusiastically and I just nodded. Takato seemed like a nice kid, it would be neat to be friends with him.

Okay, so this is a new story. I've had this one for… several years really. I thought you guys might enjoy it. I know it's late but this is obviously spurred on by the fact that they're having a new DIGMON ADEVTNURE series coming out in 2015. Can't wait! So please follow and review and stuff if you like it, tell me if you want me to continue this thing! ;) till next update