Me: Hey everyone to my fourth story! This is based on the tamers season, of course, but with three new tamers, besides those you know and love. And there happens to be a family crisis for two of them. I mean- never mind. You'll find out later in this prologue the whole crisis. I will have a special ask-the-characters chapter later, so pm me those questions or put them in the reviews!

Rika: The big doofus-

Me: Hey!

Rika: -doesn't own digimon.

Me: You're lucky that I need you for this story.

Loss of a Brother

Katsu looked my way and grinned as he adjusted the lightweight jacket he was wearing. "Satoru, you going to be okay today? Will you be able to handle those bullies?"

I stayed silent, just allowing my black hair to shadow my eyes as I watched my brother, a twenty-one year old version of myself. He sighed and dug into his pants pocket.

"I was going to give this to you as a birthday present," he said, pulling out a card. It was a digimon trading card, and a rare one at that. "Here, take it. And if you get picked on, believe you're the digimon on that card and stand up to them." He handed the card to me, and I took it with a pale hand. One look at the image had me grinning.

"Thank you, Katsu," I said finally, tackling him in a hug.

"No problem." The two of us laughed until our mother entered the room.

"Satoru," she said, "get off of your brother. He's going to miss his bus. You are as well, actually."

I groaned and let go unwillingly. I got myself ready to head out as Katsu opened the door to leave. "Have a nice day, mother," he said, hugging her. "I'll see you later, brother. Good bye." Katsu walked out the door, leaving me. I sighed and followed his example, hugging my mother and shutting the door as I left. I started walking down to my bus stop by the local bakery, not knowing what terrifying news would be waiting for me once I returned home.

School passed as it usually did for a fourteen year old half Japanese, half Caucasian freshman. I did school work, got bullied, locked in a locker, let out after a few minutes, and went home. I couldn't help but try to hide my face as I walked home from the bus stop, eggs spattered on my shirt and in my hair, sticking like hair gel and smelling rotten.

When my house came in view, I stopped. A police car was outside, as was a crowd. A bad feeling washed over me and I ran, pushing through the crowd and to the front door.

Weeping rang through the house as I went in. On the couch in the living room, my mother and father were crying across from a police officer, who sat on a stool, dragged in from the island in the kitchen, most likely. "Mom? Dad?"

My parents turned, and I knew this had to do with Katsu, the son who had made them proud on many different occasions, as they were far more depressed than I thought. "Are you Satoru," the officer asked, catching my attention.

"That's me. What's wrong?"

The officer sighed and motioned to the empty recliner my father usually sat in. "This is something you may wish to sit down for," he said, looking me dead in the eye.

I averted my gaze quickly and sat. "Does it have anything to do with Katsu," I asked, pulling out the card my brother had given to me, playing with it.

"Yes, it does. Your brother was popular, correct? Had no enemies that you knew of?"

"What's going on?"

"Katsu Brave has gone missing." The plain explanation shook my very core, and I could feel a crack form in my soul. "On his way to the university, a strange fog appeared, surrounding him as well as several other pedestrians. The fog was gone as quickly as it came, but for some reason, only your brother disappeared."

"Y-You're wrong," I muttered. "H-He'll be home any minute now, I know it."

"Satoru, he's gone," my father said. My mother began to sob harder as more tears ran down her face. "Katsu isn't co- coming home," he said, his voice cracking as my mother broke down. I stopped trying to fool myself and ran out as tears filled my eyes. I ran straight outside, and through the crowd, not stopping.

I ran for what felt like an eternity until I just collapsed to my knees and cried. I was alone in life, as my parents had always preferred Katsu, just as I was alone in the park, by the stream in the very spot where Katsu and I had once hung out and talked.

I was alone, and that was final.

Me: I really got emotional and almost cried myself as I wrote this chapter. It's just so sad!

Rika: Give me a break.

Me: You're cold and heartless, you know that?

Rika: And you're a wimp and a cry baby.

Takato: This isn't going to end well. Well, next time, on Digimon! Find out what the mysterious gift is, and the secret it holds! Will Satoru really be alone forever, or will he finally find someone who can help with the pain of losing his brother? Alone No Longer, coming soon!