Hello fellow readers and writers, thank you for stopping by to read this story. Now for some of you it may seem familiar, and that is because this is a remake of my Digimon fic "Best Friends", this time going by a new title "Deadly Secrets" (Bad title? Probably). For those you haven't read that I should let you know that this is a story featuring the pairing Takuya/Kari, a new and rare couple that was started by one of my fics (I deleted it, but I'm planning on bringing it back eventually). Fortunately there are two authors who have written their own as well, Sightbent and TakuyaxKari. If there are anymore I'm sorry that I didn't mention you, but the reason is probably because I haven't read your fic yet. Now I will stop rambling and tell you what this story will be about.

"Deadly Secrets": An exposed secret forces the Yagami family to flee from their home, and not fitting in at her new school if the least of Hikari's problem. With her mother busy looking for a job and her brother Taichi doing his best to take care of them both, Hikari finds herself fearful and alone. Meanwhile Takuya Kanbara is a shy boy with a tragic past of his own, of course having a new student in his class is nothing to even acknowledge. However, after an accident that brings them together, they soon discover the same nightmare that took place in their pasts puts them and their loved ones in a dilemma. Their team, whilst trying to find out why fate brought them to each other, stumble upon the secrets that should've been left alone.

Yes, this one, at least I hope it gives off the impression, is quite a mystery. This should be a long story, so I'll try to keep it so that the readers of this story will stay interested. No more notes except that updates shouldn't be long, as it is summer (and I'm looking forward to continuing this one). I'll quit talking now and let you all begin reading...

Prologue

Seven Years Ago

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"... 911, what's your emergency?" No response from the other end. "Hello? Hello? Please stay on the line, we're tracing your call."

The cordless phone lay motionless on the counter top, about five feet away stood a young boy, peering around the corner. Seeing that the coast was clear, the child quietly moved from one step to another, he moved as fast as he could without making noise, as to not give his presence away to the intruders. Upon reaching the final step leading to the second floor of the household, he quietly slipped into the bathroom, connecting to the master bedroom. It was dark, a result from the power being cut, but now wasn't a time to be scared, at least, not yet. A faint light shone from his parents' bedroom and into the bathroom, he'd have to make the best of it. By the time He crept his way to the other door, the young boy could hear sirens. The two men snapped their heads up at the sound.

"Damn it!" one of the swore. "Come on, we gotta get outta here!" Wielding a sharp object in his hand, he swiped at the father's throat. The boy only saw a line across his father's neck, soon the dark red, thick liquid started to splurge out. A struggled scream erupted from the older man's mouth as he choked on his own blood. His mother was sprawled out on the bed, not moving. As the sirens got louder, the two men bolted from the room, down the stairs, and out the back door.

The young child ran straight to his father's side, shaking him. "Dad? Dad?" When he didn't reply, he jumped on the bed and did the same to his mother. "Mom? Mom!" He heard footsteps downstairs, and saw the flashing lights through the windows, but he was frozen, even as the police officers walked into the room.

A male officer approached the frightened boy. "Are you alright? What's your name, son?" He didn't receive an answer from the six-year-old, and with a sigh, escorted him out of the room.

Ten minutes later, he sat on a stretcher, holding a cup of juice in his hand. The same officer stood by him, watch the two stretchers carry the bodies into the ambulance. The young boy wasn't naive, in fact he was very intelligent for his age, and he'd watched enough crime shows to know it was his mother and father underneath those sheets. The meaning of the sheets, he knew that too, his parents had been murdered, and he'd done absolutely nothing to prevent it.

Knowing that the boy was nearly out of shock, the officer asked, "What's your name, son?"

"... Takuya Kanbara."

No sooner had he introduced himself were there cries of, "Takuya! Takuya, what happened?" A woman in her mid-thirties ran over and embraced him, followed by her husband and two boys.

"Aunt Hoshiko..." Takuya mumbled, normally he would avoid her hugs, but now, he really needed one.

"Excuse me, but you are...?" The officer asked, despite knowing they were related, it was always good to make sure.

The husband extended his hand. "I'm Taiki Himi, and my wife is Hoshiko." He indicated to the two boys beside him. "These are my sons, Yutaka and Tomoki." Mr. Himi glanced at the blood covered sheets in the ambulance, a slight fear penetrated his being. "Officer, what's happened to my brother and his wife?"

The police officer threw his gaze at Takuya. "I'm afraid the only one who can answer that is your nephew, but he's quite shaken up." Returned his eyes to the other man, he sighed. "As for how they died... Mr. Kanbara's throat was slashed, and Mrs. Kanbara had multiple stabs wound, apparently dying from blood loss as none of them punctured her vital organs. From what we gathered, a while before her death she was also sexually assaulted..." As Mr. and Mrs. Himi discussed more important matters concerning Takuya, Yutaka and Tomoki went to comfort their cousin.

"Taki-niisan?" Three-year-old Tomoki asked, trying to catch the older boy's gaze. Takuya looked at him, and ruffled his hair.

"I'm alright buddy, don't you worry about a thing." he smiled to reassure his baby cousin, but Yutaka knew it was forced.

Mr. Himi clamped his hand down on Takuya's back. "Come on, you're gonna be living with us, is that alright?" Takuya nodded, and Tommy clamped his hands in joy. As the police loaded up their cars and the ambulance drove away, Takuya turned to stare at his house. One incident had just changed his entire life, and the two who were the cause of it all were still out there. In his heart, Takuya knew this wasn't the last time he would face a tragedy like this, nor would it be the last time he would encounter those men. When he did, and this was certain, he'd be prepared, and they wouldn't get away.

"Takuya, lets go." Mrs. Himi called, strapping Tomoki into the child-seat. Takuya sat on Tomoki's left, Yutaka on the right, and as the car drove away, he looked out the window. His hazel eyes widening as, what appeared to be, a silhouette climbing over a fence. Mrs. Himi saw the panicked expression on her nephew's face. "Takuya, what's wrong?"

"Nothing..." he responded. Mentally, he added, Not yet, anyway.

Present Day

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"... Hello?" Takuya spoke into the telephone, a soccer-ball in his grasp.

"Takuya, Kouichi and I've been waiting for an hour. Is everything okay?"His best friend, Kouji Minamoto asked.

"Yeah, last minute change, though. Aunt Hoshiko was called into her office, so I'll have to bring Tommy with me. We were settling that so I had to wait a while." he answered.

"Oh, okay. At least this way Kouichi can't sit out..." The boy on the other end snickered, a groan was heard in the background. "So we can expect you in ten minutes?"

"Yup, we're on our way out right now. See you in a bit." With that, Takuya hung up the phone. "Come on, Tommy!" He headed out the front door, and the little ten year old raced after him. First he had to go back, lock the door, then close it.

"Takuya-niisan! Wait up!"

Takuya Kanbara was now 13-years-old. He was more mature than most people he knew, but he didn't know many people, the incident that took place so many years back had made him anti-social. He continued to play his favorite sport, soccer, and found it easy to take his anger out by playing a game or two. He'd also learned how to fight, due to getting in quite a few during his first year in middle school.

Yutaka had turned 15 a few months ago and would always be there for his cousins when they needed him, especially since Mr. and Mrs. Himi were usually never at home because of their strict superiors. Like Takuya, he also had a record for fighting, but had never lost one yet. Along with his family, he's tried to help Takuya make more friends, and to move on since the tragic event, with little luck.

Tomoki was 10 years of age, and spent most of his time outdoors, as long as someone was watching him. His best friend was Iori Hida, who took kendo lessons from his Grandfather. Tomoki was usually hanging around Takuya and his friends, though they didn't mind as Tomoki was actually an interesting kid. Most people he knows call him Tommy.

Upon reaching the park, two identical looking teenagers spotted them. "Hey, its about time!" Kouji Minamoto, age 13, Takuya's best friend since the second grade. He'd learned about the death of Takuya's parents three years after the two met. Kouji is usually never seen without his trusty bandanna, is awfully close to his twin brother Kouichi.

Kouichi Minamoto, age 13, older than Kouji by ten minutes. He's also one of Takuya's closest friends and knows of the incident. He often wears a blue baseball cap and, in most situations, more mature than his twin. Kouichi is the voice of reason among the group, mostly to calm down his brother and Takuya when their anger sparks.

"Sorry, but you know how it is..." Takuya trailed off, and Kouji knew what the other male was beginning to think.

"Well, you're here now so lets get started." Kouji took the soccer-ball from Takuya and walked to the opening of the park. "Kouichi and I against you and Tommy."

As the other three caught up with him, Kouichi rubbed his fist into Tomoki's skull, chuckling. "Now look what you've got me into, there's no way for me to get out of this."

Kouji rolled his eyes, slapping his hand through the air. "Stop complaining, you should move around every once and awhile." Kouichi's hand resembled a face with its mouth flapping. "Ehehehe. You're so hilarious. Here you start." He gave the ball a shove as he passed it to his elder brother.

"Oof!" Kouichi groaned as it rammed into his chest. "... Whatever happened to respecting your elders?" No one answered as they took their positions, the older twin sighed, taking his own. As the game began, the four boys were unaware of the moving truck that drove by the park.

The prologue is now complete, and I hope I did a good job on this chapter. A quick note before Isay goodbye is for those who have read my other Digimon fic called "Vengeful Darkness". I know I'm way passed the date I promised, but at that time I was taking major tests and other school-related assignments. It will get updated a few times over the summer, I can guarantee that, and I'll make sure the chapters are good. Don't expect this one to be updated until I've done so to my other stories at least once. Sayonara!