I don't own digimon but I did create some of the digimon. I tried to keep along with the post 25 year ideals for the most part. Review!

Chapter 1

"Takara, Takara…" a voice whispered to her in her sleep. She rustled her sheets in movement but didn't her wake up when her computer flipped on and a mass come out of the screen.

Exasperated, Takara jumped up from her dream. In it, she was screaming out someone's name as an angel was killed by a dark blast. Slowly, she felt the angel scream in pain as he slowly, and calmly disintegrated.

"No," she whispered, "don't leave me."

"I won't!" a cute little creature piped from her lap. Takara jumped back in shock at the small white rice ball looking up at her.

"Who are you?"

"Tokomon."

"Takara."

"Nice to meet you."

"Same."

"Takara, do you have anything to eat? I had to wait all night for you to wake up."

"Yeah, lets go."

Her mother was busy sitting with a young man, around 18 with piercing red eyes and ear length brown hair. He had on the green military uniform with the UN badge branded on his left breast pocket. He looked up and acknowledged her presence, taking a quick look at the little animal in her hands.

"Good morning mom."

"Good morning. This is Kaisuke. Kaisuke, meet my daughter Takara. He's our new neighbor so you should welcome him here." He smiled at her, his red eyes lighting up as he took a careful glance at her outfit. Takara blushed, realizing she was in her loose pajamas and a baggy tie-dyed green t-shirt.

"Its my pleasure to meet you Takara." He said before drinking another sip of his juice.

Takara took a seat next to them putting Tokomon on the table and handing him a plate. Her mom watched him as he stood on his cute four and ate the small rice ball. Takara took her own, ignoring the glances from the woman who gave her life. Instead, she was watching Kaisuke who was expertly twirling the chopsticks in circles.

"Takara, we can't have pets in our apartment."

"He's not a pet. He's a friend."

"Mrs. Takaishi, if you want, I'll take him. I'm heading down toward the UN council and they will definitely find a good home for something as cute as him."

"Oh Kaisuke, that would be wonderful."

"No mom, it wouldn't. It's all right Kaisuke. I'll take care of this. Mom, he won't cause any trouble and no one will know he even exists."

Tokomon looked up at her, understanding the argument and jumped onto her lap, making a cute bark-like sound. They smiled at him.

"Okay, Takara but as soon as we get a complaint, he's leaving." Kaisuke looked at her mom with a disappointed look.

"Well then, I'll have to go to work. I'll see you two tonight." He looked at Takara, "your mother was nice enough to invite me over." Takara, after her argument with him, gave him a sarcastic smile. He left the apartment quickly.

"What a nice boy." Her mother said as she started cleaning the table. Takara shrugged and walked back toward her room.

"Takara," a military man asserted. She looked up to see a lanky frame wearing the same uniform as Kaisuke in her bedroom. The teenage girl clung onto Tokomon's little frame as the man approached her. While other girls would have instinctively screamed, Takara just looked at him.

"Takara, this is an alien species. We need to contain him."

"Why? He hasn't harmed anyone."

"Yes, but you don't understand, these beasts have been known to harm innocent people. I don't know how to came into possession of such an exotic pet."

"Kaisuke." The man stepped back a step before he pulled out a gun.

"Takara, I'm sorry but you have to put alien-247 down now."

"I can't."

"I will shoot you if I have to."

"I CAN'T!" she screamed. A different light burst from her desk from a small green device that she had missed this morning. At the same time, she heard a gun shot that whizzed by her ear, causing the lobe to bleed. Takara screamed and she heard her mother pounding down the hallway. Tokomon had jumped out of her arms and headed into the light. After that, she didn't know what had happened since she passed out.

"Wake up." A new voice begged. "They are going to send me away."

"What!" she said sitting up. Kaisuke was on the ground, his mask removed, the gun a safe distance away. Beside her, she saw a large bloodstain but her ear, as she felt was completely healed. Takara realized what had happened and quickly grabbed the strange device on her desk and the silver cartouche next to it before sprinting away with Tokomon, in a different form, flying by her. Her mother was outside the door and looked at her with shock as Takara went sprinting down the hall. She was about to run out when a different creature obstructed her. It was a cute little dog like digimon with a large gold collar stood before them.

"Please. Don't' leave him like this. He just doesn't know what he's doing. Help me. Patamon." Takara looked to her shoulder at the flying creature who just stared at the cute little dog. He sat down on Takara's bed head and directed her towards her room.

With a sigh, Takara head back toward the bedroom and sat next to the injured boy. Gently, she took off his shirt to check for injuries. On his chest, near her stomach was the same silver cartouche she had grabbed from her desk. She traced his stomach gently, where a large black and blue bruise had already started to heal. He twitched slightly.

Turning to the creature, "he's going to be alright." Her mother came in with a pair of old clothes that her husband had worn during his younger days. The long cargo pants and a white t-shirt that was covered with a button down black shirt.

"Put these on him. I have a feeling that he won't want to be associated with the military anymore." She looked up at her mother. She had a different look that was unlike the mother she had just seen at breakfast. She just disappeared leaving the clothes next to her.

Takara obliged, removing the military uniform completely and putting the white shirt on him. Then, with a gulp, she undid the belt of his pants, undid the zipper, and pulled his pants down gently, revealing his white boxers. She did her best not to look at below his shirt as she put the cargo pants. She used her black belt from Tae Kwon Do to secure his pants. With a tight knot, the boy woke up.