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Chapter 8: Finding the Past Digidestined…how?

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They fell from the sky, screaming. Going through a roof, they each found themselves on something that was by a park…a school.

"Even when I don't need to be at school I am…why me?" Takuya whined, from his place on the teachers chair, sitting sideways. Legs were thrown over the armrest, back held up by the other armrest.

"Well at least you had a softer landing." Koji scowled, from his place on top of the book shelf.

Zoe got up from the desk she landed on, while JP got up off the floor, and Koji and Tommy got up off of the desk and the file cabinet.

"So what exactly do we do know?" Zoe asked, taking a look around.

Kouichi looked through the window that was closest to him, looking over at the park. "Looks like we are home."

"Which means we have to search for the digidestined now?" Tommy asked, looking up at Kouichi.

"What are we gonna do to find them, anyway? Go up to every person we meet and ask if they use to be digidestined?" JP asked, sitting down at a desk, resting his head on his hand.

"No…It's someone we know…Hey! It's Bokumon's book. Hold on a sec." Zoe said, flipping through the pages. Stopping at a certain page, she read it. "Okay…they are close, always there, easy to find, and we know them well."

"Family or friends? They could be our parents' friends, or they could be someone, like an aunt, uncle, or our own parents. How do we know who to ask without sounding mental?" Takuya asked, sitting down cross legged in front of Zoe.

"Your asking me this…why?" She asked, looking down with an expression that clearly said I-don't-have-a-clue-don't-ask-me.

Koji, Kouichi, and Tommy walked up to her then. JP just moved over a few desks. Sitting down in a circle, they all thought for a while.

"We could try to…find things out by asking questions about their pasts…" Kouichi said, mostly to himself, but loud enough so everyone else could hear.

"Sure…so we are all going home to interrogate our parents and other family members…great…" JP mumbled.

"Hey…where do you all live? Cause we were all dropped off at a school…the one across the street from where I go…" Tommy said, looking out the window from his spot.

Takuya blinked. "I go here…"

"So do I." Koji joined in a minute later.

"Me too."

"Don't forget about me. JP would be sitting in my desk, thank you very much." Zoe said, staring at her desk, then Tommy.

"I go to the school a few blocks away." Kouichi stated.

"So we all live somewhere around here..." Zoe mumbled.

"We can all go home, get whatever information we can from our parents, and meet back at the park tomorrow at noon." Koji said. "The one on school property across the street."

"Alright. Meet here at noon…what about if they ask where we were?" JP asked.

"…At a friends house? No…just say that we were at the park with a bunch of friends. That isn't necessarily lying." Takuya said, standing up.

"Tomorrow at noon it is then…" They all left, off of school property, and going straight home.


Zoe got home a while later and sat down on the couch. Her mom came into the room a little while later.

"I thought you said you had somewhere you needed to go, Zoe." She said, sitting down beside her daughter.

Zoe looked at her in confusion. "I…went to the park to meet some friends. We are going to get together tomorrow at noon…" She said.

Her dad walked in a minute later, and sat down on the couch as well.

'He had had the day off of work that day…The day must not have changed here…'

"I'm gonna watch TV while you two talk." He said, turning the television on.

"Hey, mom? Dad? What were you like when you were kids?"

Both parents looked at her. Her dad turning off the TV. "Why'd that come up?" He asked.

Zoe shrugged. "Curiosity."

Zoe's mom giggled. "Well I was not one that liked to talk at all. I was mostly always silent, but not as silent as one of my friends. When I would talk, I would sometimes stutter. Always jealous of the popular girls in school, who I just so happened to befriend some of them."

"I was never like that." Her father voiced in.

Her mother glared playfully at him, then said in all seriousness. "You would never shut up."

"Would too! You just never seen it!" He whined.

"No kidding."

Zoe looked between her parents. "Did I miss something here?"

"He was one of the most popular guys. I'll go get the pictures." Her mom got up and went into the bedroom down the hall.

"How did you guys get to know each other?"

"One of my friends got beat up by one of my other friends cousins. I met her when we all got lost." He said, a smile on his face.

Zoe's mom came in a while later. "Here are the pictures of the two of us." She said, handing Zoe the pictures.

The female in one picture had green eyes, and really long blond hair in a high ponytail. She wore a blue skirt, and a long white shirt with a peach vest on over it.

"I liked to be ignored most of the time…especially during school."

"Oh…"

The second picture, the male had brown eyes and short brown hair. He wore a white t-shirt, and blue jeans.

"Can I keep these?"

"Sure! Go ahead." Her mom said.

"Thank you!" Zoe ran up to her room. While the two parents gave each other a knowing look.


Tommy walked into the house, and sat in front of the TV, which just so happened to be on at the moment. His brother came into the room, and sat down on the couch.

"Hey, Yutaka?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know anything about mom and dad, when they were kids?" Tommy asked, turning to face his brother.

"Why?" Yutaka asked curiously. He had never actually asked his parents about it, but now that it came up, he was a bit curious.

"No reason. Just curiosity I guess…" Tommy said, looking down at the ground. Just then, his parents walked into the room. When his mother looked to be about to ask him something, his brother interrupted.

"What were you like as kids?"

Their mother stopped and looked at them. "Well…" She began. "I wouldn't talk to anyone, at all. I was too shy. I didn't like being called on, or having attention on myself. Too many stares…"

"What about you dad?" Tommy asked next.

"Didn't care. I was sort of…a trouble maker. I enjoyed poking fun at people, and making the teachers angry. The only way I met your mother and some of our closest friends that you have yet to meet, was because we got lost." He said, walking up to the couch and sitting down.

"We were going to go see a movie tonight, would you want to come?"

Yutaka shrugged. "Sure." While Tommy nodded his head.

"Could I have a picture of you two?" He asked.

"I…guess so. Sure, I'll go find one." She said, leaving the room. Coming out a while later, she handed Tommy two pictures.

"Thanks." Tommy said, looking at the pictures.

The one of his mother in it, had brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair. She wore a striped shirt, with a brown skort (SP?). She wore a tannish brown jacket, with a dark brown thing up by her neck. She did look kind of shy in the picture.

The second picture had a guy with brown eyes, with short dirty blond hair. He wore a red long sleeved turtleneck shirt, with blue jeans.

'I hope this helps…'


JP walked in the door and went straight to the kitchen.

"Where did you go JP?" His mother immediately scolded.

"I was at the park with a few friends…" He said, "What were you like when you were a kid, mom?" He asked, sitting down at the table.

She turned back to her cooking, with a raised eyebrow. "Stubborn…read a lot…a computer nerd…studied hard, that kind of thing. I met your father when we got lost."

"What was dad like?" He asked then.

"Hmm…flirty, enjoyed taking pictures of anything and everything, a natural trouble magnet, why are you asking this anyway?" She asked, turning to him.

"No reason. Curiosity, I guess." He said, taking a cookie out of the jar in front of him. "Could I…by any chance, can I have a picture of you and dad when you were younger?"

"…" She was silent for a while. "Watch the food, and don't eat any. I'll be right back."

A few minutes later, his father came into the room. Then a while after that, his mother gave him the pictures. "Thanks."

"I guess…" She said, turning to the food. He walked up the stairs to his room, looking at the first picture.

His mom had brown eyes, and very long light brown hair in two pigtails at the sides of her head. She wore a red long sleeved shirt, with a brown jacket over it. The jacket was left open. Her skirt was a tan with red lines making large squares on it. She wore high black socks and brown slip on shoes.

The second picture was of his dad. He had blue eyes and short blackish brownish hair. He wore a long sleeved white turtleneck shirt, and loose but not too loose blue jeans.

'This'll have to do…'


Koji walked into the house, and was greeted by his father, with his wife on the couch.

"Where were you?" He asked, looking at Koji with kind eyes.

"At the park with some friends." Came his short reply.

"You look like you want to say something. What's on your mind?" His step mother asked. For reasons he doesn't know, he hated her, but answered anyway.

"What were you like when you were a kid?" He asked, looking his father straight in the eye.

"Kind, curious, read a lot, played in sports, a trouble magnet. That kind of thing." He said. "You want to know how your mom and I met?"

He nodded.

"We got lost. Ended up making new friends." He said shortly.

"Do you have a younger picture of mom and you?" He asked then.

"Of me, yes. Your mother has her picture." He said, getting up. "Follow me." They walked to a room down the hall.

Back in the living room, Koji's step mother wasn't too happy. In fact, she was pure angry. 'What is he trying to do? I know it can't be anything good.' She thought.

Back in the other room, Koji's dad pulled out the picture. "Here you are. You may keep it if you want." He nodded, and they both went their own ways.

Koji looked down at the picture in his hands. The guy had blackish bluish short hair and kind of blue brown eyes. He wore baggy army pants, and a white shirt that had a saying: I have an evil cousin. On it. (The top half was a dark blue, the bottom a black: for his hair.)

'This'll do…for now.'


Kouichi had met his mom on the way back from work. He had just started asking her questions.

"Well, when I was younger…I a lot of the time, was never quiet. I loved to draw, and I was very curious. There is a lot more, but that would take too much time." She said, smiling.

"How did you meet father?"

"Hmm…I-no we got lost. We made some friends, and that's how we met."

"Oh."

"Would you like to see a picture?" She asked. "It was taken by my best friend."

"Sure."

"Alright." They walked into the house. "I'll go get it."

A while later she came out and handed him the picture. He looked at it. "Thank you."

"Sure thing."

His mother in the picture had greenish blue eyes, and long blue hair. She wore a dress where the sleeve parts were on her arms, and not shoulders. The dress was different shades of purple. Some parts of her hair were held in a really low, large golden bead. There was a big flower on the side of her head with ribbons sticking out all over.


Takuya walked into the door and almost tripped on the truck his brother was amused with earlier. Grumbling, he moved the truck into a big box, then walked into the kitchen.

"Hey mom."

"Hello. Where have you been?" His mother looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

"At the park with some friends." He replied, sitting down. 'Mind as well just ask…' "What were you and dad like when you were younger?"

Both eyebrows went up at that. "Well…I could find trouble almost immediately, I was stubborn, curious, and the list goes on." She said. "Your father enjoyed picking on people, but if he made a female cry, he would apologize until his head fell off. I swear…okay, he was also stubborn, and curious, and that list, too, goes on. We met when we got lost."

"Oh…Can I borrow a picture?"

"Sure. Go ask your obaa-san."

"Kay." He walked into the room that his grandma was in, and asked the same question. Shinya looked at him for a second, then when he got the picture, followed him into the room with all the other pictures, finding one of his dad as well. He was followed all the way into his room, and closed the door once Shinya got in.

"Can I see?" He asked his older brother.

"Knock yourself out. I want it back though." Shinya nodded.

Takuya looked at the picture of his mom. She had long brown hair, that also looked red, with greenish bluish brownish eyes. She wore Black jeans that had holes and patches in the knees. She wore a white spaghetti strap shirt, with a black long-sleeved sweatshirt that had a big gap of the head. The straps for the black sweatshirt started past her shoulder on one side, then on the other was on her shoulder. She wore a netting thing on both her hands. (Can't remember what they are called…sorry. And her sweatshirt was baggy.)

They switched pictures and looked at them.

Their dad had blondish brown short hair, and brown eyes. He wore a black shirt, with a purple long sleeved button up shirt over it. The buttoned up was unbuttoned. He wore baggy black pants, and white shoes.

Shinya gave the picture back and sat down beside his brother.

"Aniki…are those pictures of mom and dad?" He asked.

Takuya nodded. "Yup." They heard their names being called. "Time to start your birthday party I guess, Shinya." He said, pulling his brother up, and tugging him out of the bedroom.

"Nope! NOPE! Leggo! I don't need the birthday spanking thingy! NO!" All the while, Takuya was laughing.

To Be Continued…


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