Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any character in this story.

Summary – When TK disappears without a trace in the Digital World, it's up to the others to find him before they lose hope, and their minds, altogether! Can Gennai's hints about TK, Kari, and Ken help save him? No official pairings, so you can take it however you wish.

Author's Note – I know not many people are reading new Digimon stories, esp from the old crew, but hey, I wanted to write it. Let me know what you think – good or bad – if you take the time to read it!

Hopeless

Chapter 1

It was black, darker than dark; an emptiness, a void. Nothingness. It was to this inky black the young man awoke. Disoriented at first, not knowing where he was or how he got there, he looked around. He could see nothing and momentarily panicked that he had been blinded. Rising a hand to check his eyes, he froze. His hand was yellow. On closer inspection, it was glowing yellow. The radiance on his skin did nothing against the darkness. His other senses told him there was more. He could feel the stone beneath his body. He could hear his own breathing. The air held the slight odor of rocks in the rain.

Slowly, the young man sat up. Looking down, he confirmed the feelings; he was naked. His entire body glowed a luminescent yellow that reminded him of standing in a sunbeam. Pausing, he double-checked. He was void of clothes, but he was not naked. His body, he realized, had taken an ethereal form, leaving him without genitals. A quick brush against his torso confirmed lack of both nipples and belly button.

Pushing his confusion aside, the young man stood. Perhaps finding out where he was would explain his current form. Arms extended, he searched for anything in front of him. A few shuffled steps forward, he hit a wall. Judging from the feel, it was made of the same stone as the floor. Keeping one hand on the wall, he followed along, counting his steps. He barely missed smashing his nose into the other wall. Turning, he continued to follow the walls. The cell, for that's what it was, was about 12 steps square. Along the third wall, his hand passed over voids and metal bars. A cell door or window. Nothing changed when he pushed it, so he continued on.

Returning to the center of the cell, the young man sat on the ground. There was nothing he could do at the moment. He had no idea where he was or how to get back to his friends. Escaping from the void seemed hopeless.