Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon story or any of the trademarked Digimon characters.
This story takes place in an alternate universe in which Digimon is only a popular television show and the Digidestined have never met. You may see some familiar names pop up throughout the story. I tried to add a little nostalgia in with this new story idea. So please feel free to message me if you get confused throughout the course of the story. Also I will forewarn you that there could be some yaoi/yuri parings in the future. If you would prefer not to read about such couplings, I understand and ask that you either skim past them in the story or possibly find a different story of mine to read. Thank you for your time, and please enjoy the story.
"The car bomb that left Miyako Inoue in critical condition only two weeks ago, is still being investigated by local authorities. Due to the current investigation, the officers could offer little information about the supposed attackers. Mrs. Inoue's family has been very open with the media on their daughter's condition. At the last press conference by the family, Mrs. Inoue's father stated that while his daughter is still in a coma doctors are hopeful that she will make a full recovery. The whereabouts of Yamato Ishida, the agent's current musical star remains a mystery. The family and the police seem to be keeping the star's current location a secre-"
"Don't you think you have watched enough of that?"
Yamato turned his head from the now powered off television to his younger brother and the offending remote he held. The blonde offered his older brother a caring grin and tossed the remote on a free chair in the corner. "It doesn't help you know," Yamato stood up and stretched his long arms. "Ignoring the news doesn't erase what happened."
"No," Takeru smiled at his old grump of a brother and patted the boy on his shoulder, "But it also isn't something you should drown yourself in day after day, minute after minute."
Unsure if he completely agreed, Yamato offered a shrug and tried to put on a mildly happy face for his brother. "Yea, I guess you have a point TK"
"Sure I do," The boy gently slapped his brother on the shoulder and pointed to the kitchen, "Now I think someone in there would like to enjoy your company for a while."
Yamato smiled and offered no rebuttal to the demand of going to the kitchen. After living at his brother's house for over two weeks he had fallen into a boring, yet stable routine. Every morning he woke before the others and scanned the news, then he sat down for breakfast, he saw everyone in the house off for their day, lounged around playing his guitar or harmonica, greeted everyone when they came home, pushed a little dinner around on his plate, then tried to sleep till he gave up and went back to searching the news.
"Oji!" greeted a high childish voice as Yamato shuffled into the kitchen. "Sit by me Oji. Sit by me!"
"Hey Takato." The older male ruffled the small boy's goldish brown hair and offered him a smile. "What is on the menu today?"
"Digi-eggs!"
"Digi-eggs?" The man stared at the child's bowl of marshmallows, grain puffs, and milk.
"Yea, they are based off the Digimon TV show, Oji. You put 'em in a bowl and put milk on it, and they change to different colored eggs!"
Yamato watched the five-year-old stuff a spoonful of the cavity inducing goop into his mouth. He knew that marketers would try anything to move their product, but couldn't they have put the Digimon cartoon label on something more wholesome? At least something with less than twice an adults allotted amount of sodium. But then again, who enjoyed a boring cereal?
"Hey," Takato laughed as his uncle swiped one of the dry marshmallow pieces he had picked out of his bowl earlier. "No fair eating my favorite ones. Those are supposed to look like Gabumon eggs."
"I thought Guilmon was your favorite squirt?"
"Nope," He shoved another spoonful into his small mouth, "Guilmon is my second favorite, and Veemon is my absolute third favorite."
"Absolute, huh?"
"Teacher said it is the word of the day. Hey Oji,"
"Yea," Yamato popped another dry piece of cereal in his mouth.
"Where is dad? He always eats with me in the mornings. Even if it isn't a school day."
The kid had a point. Yamato glanced over his shoulder to the kitchen's entrance and tried to spot some sign of movement. It wasn't like Takeru to send him in and not follow suit. Usually his kid brother was following him around like a broken record asking about how he felt. What was different about today?
"I don't know Tak. But I'll go see if I can hurry him up. Try not to get to many cereal induced cavities while I'm gone."
The boy examined the living room first for a sign of Tk, but found it completely empty. His next stops included the backyard, den, Tk's bedroom, and the formal living room. He had somewhat forgotten how big his novelist brother's house really was. Anyone who looked at the outside would have had no idea it was anything special. But Tk's career had afforded him the opportunity to provide the best for his son, as well as his wife before she passed.
"Tk, are you anywhere in this house?" The man sighed and leaned on the stairwell in a bit of a huff.
"In the office Yamato."
The office was luckily just a few feet away, giving Yamato enough patience to continue his search. He entered the room expecting to find Tk wrapping up a letter or phone call, but was completely shocked to find the boy knee deep in paperwork. "Busy morning?"
"That doesn't even cover it." Tk laughed good-naturedly. "My agents and publishers are pushing for the next book and I am not in a position to let them down."
Yamato bent down and tried to sort some of the papers into a neat pile. He had always figured his brother was doing well enough that he could send his publishers scribbles and they would tell him it was amazing. Whether it was music like Yamato, or writing like Tk once you made it to the top you were free to try anything.
"Thanks for the help," Tk took Yamato's paper pile and placed it on his own stack. "By the way, what was it you came in here for?"
"Oh yea, the little guy was looking for you. His super sugar flakes need to be shared with a certain father."
Tk laughed and placed some of the papers on his cluttered desk. "Sounds like Takato alright. I think if I eat a quick bowl with him and race him to school, I will have enough time to start my revamp of chapter three before my agent comes over this afternoon."
"You want help?"
"No offense Yamato, but I don't know if you are up for writing a fantasy novel." Tk offered the boy a wide grin and ducked when his brother threw a play punch.
"No smart ass, I meant help with Takato. I can run him to school for you."
"Really? That would help me out a lot actually. And I am sure that Takato would be thrilled to have his uncle drive him to school."
"Anything to please the little people." Yamato smiled and turned to leave the room. "Oh, and thanks for letting me borrow your sports car."
"Wait… I never even gave you keys to my mini van. How did you?"
Yamato pulled out a pair of black keys on a single ring from his pocket, with a grin. "Sometimes magic just happens baby brother." And with that, he headed off to get dressed for what he assumed would be a simple car ride.