Hi everybody! I'm starting a new story. It took mypre-reader a while to declare it bona fide, but she has an excuse (Internet down). Anyway, I'm rewritting season 4 with my own characters, although Kayla is my pre-reader. Yes, we made up our own spirits, Magic and Hope (the Hope spirit is not an Angel) and the explaination will come next chapter. I'm not going to start at the All Abord episode, Tim and Kayla would have nothing to do, so Chapter one starts at the A Molehill out of a Mountain episode. See more next update.

Ja ne!

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Prologue: Before the Digital World

My life has always been hell.

My name is Timothy Himi. I am an orphan along with my twin sister Kayla. We don't want any sympathy, not from you or our family. We just want a way to ease the pain and anger inside of us.

We were five when our family died. We had just gotten home from school that day. Our older sister, Susan who was ten at the time, was upstairs doing her homework. Our baby brother was also upstairs asleep. I was playing hide and seek with Kayla. Mom was watching TV. Dad...

Dad had died in a car accident about a year before. This is one reason my life is hell. Kayla and I only knew our father for four years.

Anyway, about twenty minutes after we got home, the doorbell rang. Kayla was it, and I was hiding under the laundry pile.

I heard Mom answer the door. Kayla had just passed the laundry room when a gunshot went off. Kayla screamed. She told me she saw Mom fall with a hole in her head.

I was frozen under the laundry pile. I heard Susan scrambling on the floor above me. Kayla screamed again, but was cut off by a gunshot.

Whoever said that twins are more connected than any two people could be was right. I actually felt Kayla being shot. I'm grateful she didn't die.

Susan ran down the stairs, but was stopped by a gunshot. I heard Luke start to wail. Footsteps went upstairs, and my blood went cold when I heard a gunshot, and Luke went quiet.

I didn't move as the guy went around the house gathering items. When he left the house about three minutes later, I still didn't move. I only crawled out of the laundry pile over to Kayla when our neighbor, Mrs. Smith, came and screamed at the sight of my Mom about a minute later.

Kayla was sent to the hospital. It took two weeks to recover, two weeks more to leave, but I never left my twin's side the whole time.

We were adopted. We took martial arts lessons together to ease the pain. We excelled so quickly that our sensei also taught us weapons training and stealth, which we excelled in as well.

During our time after our family's murder, Kayla and I were constantly made fun of. I finally snapped when one kid had the guts to hit Kayla and beat her to a bloody pulp. We started to use our stealth skills to avoid others. I know she could have taken care of herself, but I felt protective for her since she's the only family I had left or so we thought.

When Kayla and I turned eleven, we discovered relatives of both our parents, both sides living in Shibuya.

We've already spotted one of our cousins. He had just blasted out of his house, shouting something about being back later to my aunt. Having nothing better to do, we silently decide to follow him, but at that moment, our cell phones went off.