So this is my first ever Digimon story! It takes place five years after the end of Season four, so Junpei is 17, Takuya, Kouji, Izumi, and Kouichi are 16, and Tomoki is thirteen. One of the hardest things was figuring out how to make Tomoki into a teenager! Lexi is 16, Kyousuke is 17, and Juan is 12. For now, Shinya is twelve because I'm hoping on the anniversary of the first trip into the Digital World being celebrated later in the story. And since that's Shinya's birthday, he has to be twelve for now. No flames! Especially shipping flames, because I think some shippers go WAY too far.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Digimon.

CLAIMER: I own Kyousuke, Terukai, Sasuke, Juan, Tetsuji, Mami, and Lexi. I SO own them.

EDIT: ALL THE NAMES AND TERMS HAVE NOW BEEN JAPAN-IFIED, IF THAT EVEN MAKES SENSE. KYLE MURDOCK HAS BEEN CHANGED TO MIURA KYOUSUKE. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THERE'S ANY OTHER TERMS THAT TO NOT FIT WITH THE ORIGINAL JAPANESE VERSION, I WILL FIX IT.

"Yo, what's goin' on, babe?"

"How 'bout I give you a ride?"

"I know a perfect spot downtown!"

The blonde teenager ignored the annoying calls of various boys her age - and some older - and kept walking. A week earlier, when she'd first moved here, she would've either blushed or given the guy in question a swift kick where it hurts, depending on her mood.

Her hair, once falling several inches past her shoulders, was now cut so that the tips just brushed her chin. She had deep green eyes and a fair complexion. She wore a pink tank top under a navy blue fitted t-shirt, faded jeans, black boots, and purple fingerless gloves that extended up to her elbows.

Every day since she'd moved to this new town, she'd gone for a walk around the neighbourhood park, hoping to find a new friend. The last time she'd moved, about five or six years ago, she'd stayed shut indoors and waited for school to start. Thinking of that reminded Izumi of the five guys who'd helped her change that part of her personality. Today was actually close to the anniversary of the day they first met. She really should call them. She'd gotten so caught up with starting high school last year, that she'd missed the last anniversary. None of the guys had been in contact with her since before them. Izumi wondered if they'd even heard from each other, either, except the twins. Last time she'd spoken to them, they were spending their weekends together, alternating between their divorced parents.

A loud barking noise jolted Izumi out of her distracted thoughts. She turned and just caught a glimpse of a big, yellow, and furry animal, before it knocked her down, hard. "Ow!" Something hot and wet rubbed up her left cheek repeatedly, and soon her initial cry of surprise turned into laughter. She stroked the big golden retriever with one hand while simultaneously trying to push it off her with the other.

"Ginger!" A young man's voice came from not too far away. The dog backed off almost immediately. "Sorry about that. She does that every time she meets someone new." Izumi stood up, still chuckling.

"That's okay. I love animals." She scratched Ginger affectionately behind the ears. Looking up at the boy's face, she almost fell over again. His shaggy, dark brown hair and pale grey eyes captivated her, as did his flashy grin. He wore an army green buttoned shirt, a forest green vest, light brown cargo pants, and olive-green-and-white sneakers. "I'm Izumi," she mumbled.

"Kyousuke." Ginger looked back and forth between the two, her tail wagging like mad. "You hungry? I know this place about a block from here. My treat."

"Uh, sure."

"Concentrate, kid." Two young men, clothed in white gis, stood facing each other on the mat. The bigger blond one, Tatsumi Terukai, was the same age as all the other students: college-age. The other kid was high school junior Minamoto Kouji, the youngest - and newest - student in their kendo class. Terukai darted forward, jabbing his dull wooden sword at Kouji's gut. His opponent easily jumped to the side. Despite his obvious size advantage, Kouji noted that this guy had nothing in skill compared to Karatenmon. This was almost too easy. He quickly disarmed Terukai, securing victory.

The other students gasped. The new kid had just beaten their well-muscled champ in less than two seconds. "Okay, that's all for this week," the sensei announced, "I'll see you all next Friday." All the students bowed respectfully before running off to the change rooms, chatting about this recent development in Terukai's winning streak - or rather, its end.

Fingers were tapping on the steering wheel of a plain black car by the time Kouji finally emerged from the dojo. His eyes were deep blue, and his long, straight, black hair was tied in a ponytail. He wore jeans, white shirt with two diagonal navy blue stripes under a black jacket, dark blue and black sneakers, and an old blue and brown bandanna on his head. "Took your sweet time, bro," an annoyed voice nagged him, "We only have five minutes to return all these books." He gestured towards the back, where several books of various sizes were scattered all over the seat and floor.

"Hey, it's not my fault you check out two dozen books at once, Kouichi," Kouji retorted as he slid into the passenger seat, allowing his blue duffel bag to join the books and straightening his bandanna.

Kouichi looked exactly like his brother, only his hair was shorter, and he wore dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, a light grey hoodie, and black and grey sneakers.

"Ha ha. Just for that comment, you're helping me carry them." He started up the car and drove in the direction of the local library. As he stopped at a red light - and banged his head on the steering wheel in frustration - both of their cell phones rang.

"Tomoki! Pass it over here, man!" The thirteen-year-old looked over across the field, seeing that his buddy Sasuke was wide open. He tossed the football to him and paused for a second as his partner caught it in the makeshift 'end zone' of the local park.

"Touchdown!" Tomoki shouted, pumping his fist in the air, "Game over!"

Tomoki had grey-green eyes and short brown hair. He wore a white t-shirt with light green on the collar and the edge of his sleeves, and the number 33 in the same colour, faded blue denim shorts, a green wristband on his right arm, and green-and-white sneakers.

High-fiving each other, the two boys and the rest of their team cheered, while the other kids argued.

"I told you we shouldn't have picked that new guy," one boy stated, "He's a total klutz!" A kid with dark hair and a purple sweater vest turned sadly and began to walk away. Noticing this, Tomoki broke off from his team and followed him.

"Hey, wait up!" he called. The boy stopped and faced him. "Don't listen to Tetsuji, alright? He's a sore loser. Besides, he screws up more than everyone around. Don't tell him I said that, though."

The new kid smiled a little. "Thanks," he replied in a Spanish accent, "I'm Juan. My family and I just moved here from Spain only two days ago." He had brown eyes, black hair, a black turtleneck under the vest, clean, white pants, and brown shoes.

"I'm Tomoki. You know, there's this new skate park that just opened across town. We're gonna check it out. Wanna come?"

"I would, but my Mom doesn't want me to try anything like that. Thanks anyway."

"Shinya, how many times do I have to tell you? No basketball in the house!"

"Sorry, mom! I mean, we're not breaking anything, but sorry!" The tanned young teenager tossed the ball to his friend Katsuno Mami, but missed. Instead, it bounced off the head of an older boy, Shinya's brother, lying on the couch.

Shinya Kanbara had light brown hair and eyes that were just a few shades darker. He wore a dark red t-shirt with one green stripe and two pale yellow stripes above and below the first across the chest, over a navy blue long-sleeved, black pants, a green toque, and blue-and-green sneakers.

His brother Takuya had the same eyes and slightly darker hair. He wore a red t-shirt with what looked like the Japanese character for fire drawn on in permanent marker, dark blue jeans, a beige hat, brown gloves that were fingerless except for the thumbs, red-and-black sneakers, and a pair of square goggles on his head.

"Ow!" Takuya yelped, "Shinya!" The daggers in his eyes sent the younger ones running for cover. "You two are so dead!" He snatched up the basketball and lobbed it after them, also falling short of his target. CRASH!

"Takuya!" his mother shouted, "Tell me that wasn't the lamp!"

"Beans!"

Hey! Let me go!" Lexi Walsh struggled against the masked guy holding her up to the wall. She could smell the strong alcohol on his breath. The thug's partner ripped her purse off her arm, too stoned to noticed her cell phone falling out. Lexi cursed inwardly. She knew she shouldn't have taken the alley shortcut on her way back from work, especially after just receiving her paycheck.

Lexi had long, wavy red hair and brown eyes. She wore a green halter top, a frayed denim miniskirt, black knee-length leggings, and brown, leather, high-heeled ankle boots. If her mother had seen her at that moment, she would've had a heart attack, and not just because of Lexi's current situation.

The first guy tossed her on the pavement and both thugs raced off as police sirens sounded in the distance. Somebody must've seen them chasing her. Lexi pulled herself up to the wall, trying to catch her breath. "'Go spend a year with your aunt and uncle,'" she muttered, mimicking her mother's voice, "'You'll have fun, lots of fun!' Yeah. Right."

Five minutes until the extra help session ended for the day. Stupid history. He handed one major assignment in late, and he wound up stuck here every Saturday afternoon. This was definitely the most boring experience of Junpei's life.

Junpei had brown hair and eyes. He wore a blue sweatshirt, dark blue shorts, and yellow - yes, yellow - sneakers. He'd gotten taller and lost some weight over the last five years.

His cell phone suddenly started vibrating in his sweatshirt pocket, giving him something to pay attention to - besides the Greek emperors, or were they talking about the French? He wasn't really listening. Carefully, he pulled it out and looked at the screen under his desk. He'd received a text message, from an unknown person:

'The Digital World is in need of the Legendary Warriors once more. Go to Shibuya Station and take the elevator to the basement by six o'clock today.'

Junpei felt a grin spreading on his face, along with a spark of excitement in his chest. That summer he'd gone to the Digital World, it'd been the best and most life-changing experience of his entire life. Wait a minute, six o'clock? He had only half an hour! When was that stupid bell going to ring? Oh, never mind; he'd almost forgotten that Shibuya Station was only a ten-minute walk away from the school.

So, just in case anyone's confused, Izumi's moved again, and has met a guy named Kyousuke, whom she obviously likes. Kouji and Kouichi live at their own homes like they did before, but spend weekends together at the same house. One week they're at Kousei's and Satomi's, and then they switch to Tomoko's. Tomoki now has plenty of friends, and loves football and skateboarding. Takuya's still not completely getting along with Shinya (do you know any siblings that do?). And Junpei hasn't been doing to well in school, and has to go to weekend extra help sessions, which are near Shibuya Station, where it all began years ago.

This chapter, as you can guess, is just a summary of what's been happening to our heroes since they whooped Lucemon's butt. Also an introduction to several OCs. Some are more important than others, but as a drama instructor of mine says, there is no such thing as small parts. Everyone is important in one way or another.

Also, if you want to know why I paired Izumi with an OC, I am SO TIRED of the arguments between different Izumi shippings, debating wheter she belongs with Takuya, Koji, Kouichi, or Junpei. So I'm pairing her with none of them. Hence, Kyousuke.