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Another story! Sorry, but I'm not very good at summaries. That, and I don't want to give this story away too soon. Please review!
(NOTE: I have edited this chapter so please be sure to read it!)
Chapter 1:
TK was extremely sad, but he hadn't cried. That was one thing that he was very proud of himself for. All of the adventures he had gone through in the Digital World helped him grow up really fast. Although at first he was still a cry baby, he had matured over their time in the Digital World. Crying or not, however, didn't mean that he still wasn't sad.
They had just got back from the Digital World a week ago. TK was glad that it was all over because now he could go back to being a "normal" kid again. He looked forward to growing up with his family and his new friends that he had made over the summer, especially Kari, the only digidestined who also was seven years old. What his mom had told him when he got home, though, crushed all of his expectations.
The little blonde boy looked up at his mother hoping that she would start laughing and say that this was all a joke, but she held her serious face. What she said had made sense and deep down he knew that she was telling him the truth, but he couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe that while Myotismon was in the real world he had destroyed his mom's work building. He didn't want to believe that she didn't have a job anymore and that they needed to move. He didn't want to believe that they were going to be living with his grandparents in France, family he barely even knew. It just couldn't be true.
(One Year Later)
TK walked into his grandparents' mansion not expecting what was going to happen. He had just got back from visiting Odaiba. His mom only travelled with him if it were a holiday visit such as Christmas; this was just a random visit. It was ironic how it happened, but when TK arrived he found that his friends were dealing with another Digital World crisis; it was the battle against Diaboromon. When he finally was back in Odaiba, he quickly found his friends and started helping as much as he could. While they were battling Diaboromon, he had got hurt. It wasn't bad, but he had bruises on his arms and legs and there were a couple of cuts on his face. TK knew that his mom disapproved of him dealing with "this Digi… whatever stuff" because of what had happened the summer of their first adventure. When she found out that something had happened again that had caused TK to get hurt then she was bound to be upset. When he finally found his mom in the mansion, he realized that upset was an understatement.
"What in the world happened to you? It better not have been that Digi… whatever stuff."
TK blushed because that's exactly what it was.
"It was, wasn't it? That's it, the last straw. I'm done with you dealing with that stuff. You will have no more of it!"
"Mom, what are you talkin…"
"What I mean is that I am not letting you go back to Odaiba."
TK started to object, but her mom cut across,
"I don't care to hear what you have to say. All this digi… whatever stuff has done is cause you harm. I am not letting you go back."
"What about my friends? What about Patamon? What about Matt and dad? You can't keep me away from them!"
"Oh yes I can, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. It's for your own good, TK."
TK stormed off into his room slamming the door.
(Four Years Later)
TK shook his head as he tried to regain his focus. He looked up at the chalkboard which was covered in French words that TK never would've been able to understand five years ago when they had first moved there. It was amazing how well he was able to pick up on the language; by now it seemed like he had spoken and read French his entire life. It was as if his life in Japan was all just a dream, and sometimes TK believed that it was. What, he hadn't seen his father, Matt, or any of the other digidestineds for four years now? Of course it all seemed like a dream, but he knew it wasn't. He luckily had been allowed to call his family as much as he wanted to, but as time went along he talked less and less to his family. He hadn't talked to them for a month now, or was it two months? It didn't matter; he was probably dead to them.
He dug through his bag and finally found the picture of him and all the other digidestineds. It was the one right before they had left the Digital World. TK laughed as he saw himself, a tiny blonde boy with a big, hopeful smile on his face. He wore that silly, green baseball cap on his head, and his partner, Patamon was perched on top of his head. He definitely had changed over the years. He still was blonde, go figure, but he had stopped wearing a hat. Nowadays he rarely smiled because there was nothing to be happy about. He no longer had his friends, his brother, or even his partner to help cheer him up. He used to be so full of hope, happiness, and joy, but now it seemed like he had become the exact opposite.
He moved his attention from him to Patamon. He wondered how the little guy was doing. The last time he saw him was when he had gone back to Odaiba and helped defeat Diaboromon. He missed his digital partner. From there, TK looked at his brother who stood next to his partner, Gabumon, and his best friend Tai. TK laughed as he remembered all the times that the two, now best friends, had fought so much when they were on their adventure. They used to get into such bitter fights too; Matt had even fought Tai with MetalGarurumon. That was one event that was really scary to watch. From there, he looked down to Kari who was standing right next to TK with her cat digimon, Gatomon. TK instantly was filled with light and happiness as he looked at the girl. They had been the best of friends.
Once he couldn't stand to look at the picture anymore because of the sadness that was filling him, he threw it back into his bag and looked up at the clock. They only had one more minute before the bell…
The bell rang and TK walked to his locker, got his supplies, and walked out of the school. The weekend had finally come and he was happy for it, not that he did anything over the weekends. TK didn't have friends to hang out with because over the years he had become an extremely shy, quiet person. He never talked unless he was spoken to, therefore, he rarely talked to anybody. TK knew that he shouldn't let his past rule him, but he couldn't help himself. 'If I have friends again, then what if I have to move again and I lose all of them?' No, TK definitely thought it was better for him not to have any friends.
He finally arrived at his grandparents' mansion. It was a marvelous sight to see as it was covered in snow. Snow covered the whole city giving it a fresh white coating. The late March snowstorm had brought a gusting wind and freezing temperatures. TK loved being outside in the winter and snow, but he was happy to be home and enter the warm mansion.
"Hello?"
He called out, expecting someone to answer him and greet him right away, but no one came. The mansion was completely empty save for him. Usually his mother and grandparents were back from their Saturday shopping day by the time he got home from school. TK didn't worry about it, though, thinking that they were just running a little late because of the bad road conditions.
He laid down on the couch in the family room and turned on the TV. He scanned through the channels for a good ten minutes, but found nothing worthwhile to watch. He sighed and rummaged through his school bag looking for his iPod. His hand finally found it and he plopped back onto the couch with it. He put in one ear-bud and was about to put the other in when the door bell rang. 'That must be them,' he thought, 'but then why don't they just use their key to get in the door?' TK ignored the bell, but when it kept ringing TK got up and moved to the front door. He opened the door and was shocked to find a policeman standing in front of him. Instantly becoming nervous, TK asked,
"Uh, can I help you sir?"
"Yes, are you Takeru Takaishi?"
"Yes I am."
"I'm afraid I have bad news for you son. You're mother and grandparents were in an accident. They got hit by a bus that had lost control. The car was crushed on impact and it sent the vehicle rolling. No one survived the crash. I'm so sorry. We will let you stay here until we contact your father and let him know what has happened. Once again, I'm sorry."
With that the police officer walked into the chilling wind and entered his car. The engine started and the officer drove away. TK closed the door, tears forming in his eyes. Thoughts filled his mind.
'Did this really just happen?'
'Now they're gone too?'
'Surely death is better than what my life's been.'
At that last thought TK closed his tear filled eyes. He sobbed and became ashamed of how desperate he was. No one was there to comfort him, but he was used to that by now. His mind was the only the only thing that was there to help him. This, though, was even so overwhelmed that it did not comfort him at all. 'Maybe it'd just be best if I died. Death sure seems sweeter than all this.'
TK stayed in that state for a good minute or two before opening his eyes, planning on making his way to his room. When he opened his eyes, though, he found himself no longer in his grandparent's mansion. Water surrounded him and he recognized that he was on a beach. This beach, though, was none that he had ever been to. There was no color or life in this place at all. Everything was black and gray and dreary. Was it just him, or was he unable to think of anything happy while he was in this place? His sad thoughts seemed to intensify.
He needed to get out of this place, but what was the point? Wasn't this place better than France? In France he didn't have his dad or Matt, he didn't have his friends, and now he didn't have his mother or grandparents. Whenever he was in France he never was happy. He constantly was reminded of his old life in Odaiba when he was there. This place didn't remind him of his old life at all. What was the point, then, of leaving this place?