"Camping?" I asked, as if the concept was foreign for me, and Takato just nodded as he pushed a bag into my arms.

"Yeah, I'd thought I'd surprise you." Takato said, shouldering his own bag. "Plus I knew there was no way you'd go if I didn't make you." I sighed. Of course. It was really nice of Takato to want me to be more social and everything, but I thought it was a vain cause. I had been keeping my Digivice a secret, which made me feel guilty, but I didn't want to disrupt Takato's life, and maybe even mess up the current chosen children or something horrible like and he'd screw everything up, so for now it was a secret.

"I don't know Takato-"

"I already got the okay from Ms. Asaji, you have to come." I sighed, something I had been doing quite often since arriving here. A little while later I was getting wrapped up into this elaborate plan on how to distract Ms. Asaji so that they could get Guilmon on the bus.

"You've just got to keep her attention for a few minutes." Kazu assured me as some of the other kids made a wall around the red dinosaur.

"What do I say?" I asked, and He just shoved me in her direction.

"I dunno, something!" He exclaimed, and then I found myself face to face with the teacher herself.

"Um, hi, Ms. Asaji, right?" I asked, and the brunette turned to me, and then froze. "I'm TK, well, Takeru, they kid who's staying with Takato?" I wracked my brain for something to say. "Ahm, thank you so much for letting me join in and stuff and I'm sure it'll be a lot of fun…" From the corner of my eye I say Jerry and Kenta poke their heads out of the side of the bus, Kenta giving a thumbs up and Jerry making her sock puppet 'bark.' "Anyway, thanks."

For a second I thought maybe I'd broken her, she was just staring at me, and it got to be that it was unnerving. Finally she looked up.

"Class, get loaded up." Her voice was shaky, unlike the strong voice she had been calling out to said class in earlier. "I- I have to make a phone call."She dashed off, and I could have sworn there were tears in her eyes.

"Dude, what the heck did you say to her?" Kazu asked, appearing beside me.

"…Nothing." I said dumbly.

Ms. Asaji turned only stopped when her class was out of view, then she pulled out her phone, and called a number she was only supposed to use in an emergency. She believed this constituted as such.

"Hello?" Her voice dropped to the low pitch of the voice, the deep baritone that she had once known so well, even when it had still sung the notes of a soprano from a teenage boy.

"Da-" There was a deep clearing of the throat on the other line. "Mr. Matsuki," And the name felt wrong on her lips, even as desperation entered her voice. "…I need to talk to you about TK."A resigned sigh answered.

"Ms. Asasji, what do you need to know?" The man asked, as if all the importance of the simple question meant nothing to him.

"Is it him?" She asked, the question like a plea.

"Ms. Asaji, I know it looks a lot like him, but it could be a coincidence, you know how long it's been, and most of his pictures were burned or something like that." Mr. Matsuki said with a steely voice, which was uncharacteristic to anyone who knew him, especially her.

"But he even has the same name-"

"He's an amnesiac." The words couldn't have hit her harder if they were a boulder, thrown her more off her axis if the world suddenly stopped moving, and the man's voice had cracked as he uttered them, as if the steel had been all that was keeping him together, and saying the truth was the hardest thing ever.

"W-what?" She waited for the laugh she knew well, for the man to say he had fooled her, but it never came, instead…

"Kari." He said the word tenderly, and it sounded so right on his lips and so right on her ears, a name that she hadn't heard in, well, she had stopped counting the days. "TK is amnesiac." And that's when the tears came. She curled up on the ground, water streaking her face, sobbing into the phone, hearing the coos of a friend.

"N-no, Davis, it can't be true, i- it just can't." She didn't even notice she had said one of the many names that she hadn't tasted on her tongue for years.

"I'm sorry, but it's the truth."

"He could be lying." She said hopefully, but she was a logical person, and knew what he'd say before he said it.

"Can we really take that chance? Tear down what we've spent years building up on an amnesiac boy that may or may not be him?" She quieted her sobs

"Y-you're right for once." She stood up and dried her eyes. "I'll do what you've been doing. I'm sorry for bothering you, Mr. Matsuki." Her thumb started to press the end call button.

"Wait." His voice gave her reason to pause. "It was nice to talk to you, Kari."

"You too, Davis." And then she was left alone with the beeping of a dead line and dried tears.

I loaded onto the bus, finding a spot near the back next to Takato and across from…

"Henry?! I didn't know you were coming too." I looked at the 'toy' that on his lap. "…And Terriermon, I see."

"Wait, you know Henry?!" Takato exclaimed.

"Yeah, I met TK a few days ago." Henry said.

"Why doesn't anyone ever tell me these things?" Takato gloomily said, and Henry and I shared a laugh.

"Oooooh, where're we going?" I looked at my backpack in surprise and Calumon popped out, gliding onto my lap.

"Hi Calumon!" Jerry said, poking her head from the seat behind me.

"Wow, everyone's coming, we are going to party!" Kazu exclaimed and Kenta nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh, hey, Ms. Asaji's back." Kenta commented, pointing to the front of the bus. Her eyes were red and it looked like she'd been crying.

"Sorry class, I just received some very bad news." She said, her voice more than a little shaky. She sat down and the bus finally roared to life, the small group of friends, I was hesitant to think that, but that's what we were more or less becoming, friends, and I smiled and the streets rolled by and the sound of talking and bickering filled the air, and I smiled.

WOAH! Big reveal (not really a reveal but still) I hope you enjoyed this one, I like writing the middle part a ton! Any comments or suggestions or flames or comments or – did I already say that? Anyhoo, thanks for reading, I'm loving this story.