Hi guys Time for the latest chapter. Time to catch up with some old friends. Please rate and review, also forgive any mistakes.
Trowa was out on the boat fishing and on this occasion he was alone. He'd told Gotsumon and Pumpkinmon that he wanted to be alone today so he "think about things in peace". Both his digimon friends were concerned for him, ever since he'd spoke with those other digi-destineds who's came by he hadn't been the same.
Trowa usually wasn't secretive but for the past few days he's barely spoken to either of them. Of course it must have been difficult to be confronted with something uncomfortable from your past but the way he was obviously bottling up his emotions couldn't have been good for him. They wished Trowa would open up and talk to them, about what he was REALLY thinking.
In the boat, on the lake…..
Trowa was dozing in the boat (as he often liked to do) with his hat tilted downwards over his eyes and his rod dangling in the water. Strangely enough, actually catching fish was what he liked least about coming out here on the boat. He instead loved the peace, the ability to lose yourself in your thoughts and dreams, it was perfect for helping him relax or forget his troubles. That was why he'd asked to come out alone today, he wanted time to himself to help get his mind together.
As he dozed he his mind thought kept thinking about something he'd tried so hard not to think about during all his years here in the digital world, his family and friends. What he'd said to Tai about how he feared his family wouldn't recognize or love him anymore if they saw him now, it was a fear he just couldn't get rid of. To him, it seemed a very genuine possibility, no matter what Tai had told him.
His mom and dad, what would they say if they saw him now. Aged fifteen and not eight. If he suddenly walked past them would they even look twice at him? Would they realise who he was without him having to tell them?
And him, what would his brother say to him after what had happened? His bigger brother wasn't bigger than him anymore, in fact, according to Trowa's calculations, he was older than him and all the other digi-destined kids now. They had all been just fourteen and would still be that age now back in the real world. Also, what would he, Trowa, say to his family? How would he be able to introduce himself to them after so long? How could he explain his age and growth to his parents and make them understand and accept it? How would he confront Matt with his anger and hurt for him breaking his promise? Oh yeah, THAT promise.
"I'll be back later TK," he'd said. "I promise."
Yet he and Gabumon never did come back. He just left him and Tokomon there on the water edge, without anybody to take care of them. Who knew if what Demi-Devimon had told him was true? It didn't change the fact that Matt had abandoned TK and left him to rot. That's how he still looked at it, all these years later. And it still hurt him very deeply.
"And what sort of life would it be?" Trowa thought. "Things would be nothing like they were."
"How would Mom be able to take care of me now that I'm 15 and not 8? How would people treat me? What about my life here with Gotsumon and Pumpkinmon? After everything they've done for me, I can't just pack up my bags and say 'see ya later, I'm going back to my family now'. It wouldn't be fair."
Trowa knew (even though they'd both never admit it) that both his digimon friends didn't want him to ever leave them and go back to the real world. He'd grown close to both of them, the three were very tight knit. They were like brothers to another, him like an adopted son or nephew to them, them like his crazy uncles or cousins to him. They were like blood, that's how much they all valued one another. If he did go back to the real world he'd have to leave them behind and he truly didn't want to do that.
"They've done everything for me," he thought. "Raised me, fed me, clothed and educated me. They've done everything I've ever needed or asked of them. They agreed to christmen with a new name and everything."
That was another issue, his name. Trowa couldn't ever seem to figure out what it was exactly that had made him want a new one in the first place all those years ago. He liked the name Takeru/TK. There was just something inside him that told him that he had to leave it behind, a chapter of his life he wanted to close and in doing so he had to pick a new name. He'd never actually asked Gotsumon where he'd thought of the name Trowa, what did it mean exactly? He'd liked it originally because he thought it sounded grown-up there was surely a reason that Gotsumon had suggested it (he reminded himself to ask about it later).
Getting back to the point, Trowa knew that if his parents found about this name change that they wouldn't be pleased. They'd insist on calling him TK, the name they'd given him, and that was something he didn't want in all honesty. He was big enough to make his own decision. It had also felt so strange when Tai had called him it earlier (and irritating whenever Gennai called him Takeru).
No, he'd made the right choice in refusing to go back he told himself. There was nothing for him in going back except awkwardness and bad memories. He was comfortable and had a good life here, why throw it away? His family would….would…. just have to accept it. And the other digi-destined kids would have to face Myotismon and the other evil digimon without him. He hated the forces of darkness but he was past the point of fighting them himself. He'd never liked fighting so why do it when he knew he didn't have to? His days of being a digi-destined and having a crest and digivice were behind him.
…...
The real world
Patamon was sat atop a building and he was staring at an apartment complex opposite the street. This was the block of apartments that Gennai had told him Matt lived with his father and Gabumon now too. He was trying to think about how best to approach this.
"It's been awhile since I them, or anyone from the group," Patamon thought. "It's going to be awkward talking to them. And how am I supposed to explain to them about TK? If they don't already know that is."
The little digimon sighed to himself.
"Maybe I should go speak to somebody else first? One of the other kids."
Patamon began to think now. If he wasn't go to go see Matt and Gabumon he only had one other option, Izzy and Tentomon because they lived in the same apartment building. Before he'd come here to the real world Gennai had told him where to find Matt (he'd told him where to find the apartment block and the actual apartment's number). He'd also told him that Izzy lived close by so Patamon decided to look for him.
He lifted off and began to fly around the building, circling carefully. Hopefully anybody who might look out their windows and see him would think he was just a large bird. He himself was glancing in as many windows as he could, hoping to catch sight of Izzy or Tentomon in one of them.
After several hours of fruitless searching Patamon was ready to give up. He wished he's brought TK's old digivice, it could have helped him greatly in his search by locking onto to any other nearby digivices. However, although he'd brought both digivice and the Crest of Hope here to the digiworld with him, he'd hidden them in safe place where nobody could get their hands on them.
"Oh this is pointless," he thought now. "I guess I'll just have to go to Matt and Gabumon."
As he thought this though the strangest coincidence imaginable happened. Just below him a patio door opened, and who should step onto the landing? Izzy and Tentomon!
"Whoa, who'd have called it?" Patamon asked himself.
Izzy and Tentomon had noticed him yet. They were talking about something.
"My computer's signal keep fading in and out Tentomon," explained Izzy. "Maybe the aerial out here on the landing has been knocked out of shape by the wind?"
"Well, why don't you see Izzy instead of asking poor old me?" Tentomon replied smartly.
Patamon smiled at hearing his friends' voices after so long. It was good to see them.
"Room for one more?" he asked swooping down to join them.
"What the….? WHAT!? PATAMON!?" gasped Izzy.
"PATAMON!" beamed Tentomon.
"Hi guys," smiled Patamon.
"Whoa, where did you come from?" asked Izzy composing himself.
"I've come from the digital world to see you and all the others," he said.
"The digital world…. "
"Yeah, where do you think I come from? The sewer?"
"No," laughed Izzy. "It's… it's really good to see you Patamon."
"Agreed," added Tentomon.
"Thanks," Patamon said again with another cheery smile. "It's great to see you guys again too."
The trio for the next few minutes exchanged pleasantries and had a bit of a catch up. Patamon asked about everyone else, Izzy and Tentomon asked about what Patamon had been doing in the digital world. That inevitably led to the subject of TK.
"We know about TK," Izzy told him.
"You do?"
"Yeah."
"How?"
"Tai told us."
"How does Tai know?"
"Because he went to digital world the other day. And Gennai took him to see TK."
"Oh…."
"Well, is it true Patamon? Is all this about him true?"
"Yes, sadly."
"How did it happen Patamon? You have to tell us."
"I still ask myself that Tentomon," said the little digimon sadly now. "TK just changed. It all started after Matt and Gabumon left us."
"Matt and Gabumon left you?" asked Izzy.
"Yeah," answered Patamon. "It's a long story guys."
"No, please tell us," Izzy urged. "My mom and dad went out and won't be back for a little while anyway so we have time. Go ahead, me and Tentomon want to know everything."
"Well okay…."
Patamon proceeded to explain everything that happened regarding him and TK in the seven years in which they'd been in the digital world. How Matt and Gabumon left and never came back. How Demi-Devimon had tricked TK. How TK and he and fallen out. How TK had gone to live with two digimon named Gotsumon and Pumpkinon. How he and TK had (kind of) made up but still didn't see each other very often. And why he'd now come here, to the real world.
"So you and TK still don't see each other much?" asked Tentomon.
"Not really. I last saw him about six months ago when he and his friends passed through primary village, that's where I've mostly been all this time. Helping Elecmon with the baby digimon. If TK didn't want me to take care of him anymore then I'll go take care of someone else."
"It's so crazy to think that the little boy we all knew has changed so much," said Izzy thoughtfully. "I'd love to get to meet him now for myself."
"I'm not Matt would," said Patamon sadly.
"Does he really hate him as much as Tai said?" Izzy asked.
"Yeah, he really does. He still believes that Matt and Gabumon left him in purpose. That's why he won't come back, he doesn't want to see them."
"What about you Patamon? Why have you come back even if TK won't?"
"Because I want to help you guys fight Myotismon. I may not be able digivolve but I still want to fight."
Izzy smiled.
"That's good to hear. We could certainly use you."
He then sighed.
"I guess I better go and tell Matt that you're here. He and his dad live just a few floors up."
"NO DON'T!" gasped Patamon.
"How come?" asked Tentomon.
"Because I don't want to tell him about TK. Or their mom or dad. It's too sad."
"I know what mean, Tai said the same. But still, he needs to find out eventually. Matt can't be the only one who doesn't know about his brother."
"Well, okay. But not now. Let's me tell them tomorrow. I need to rest now. Can I stay here with you guys tonight?"
"Of course."
…...
Meanwhile…..
Myotismon sat in his carriage, awaiting news from one of his evil minions. It didn't take long before Demi-Devimon arrived with it.
"Master, the plan has now been put into gear," he said.
"Good," said Myotismon shortly. "You've identified the digi-destineds' families?"
"Yes Master. We have them scoped out right now."
"Good. When I give the order round them up."
"Master, may I ask you something?"
"What it is?" he demanded. He hated it when his worthless lackeys questioned him.
"Why are going after their families? Wouldn't it be faster to just go after the digi-destined themselves?"
"No," said Myotismon. He oddly enough decided to explain his plan. "I want the digi-destineds crests. All seven of them. With the power of the crests I will be able to digivolve into my most powerful form and control both worlds. Those brats would never hand over their crests to me wilfully though. By kidnapping their families and threatening to destroy them I will leave them with no choice. They will have to surrender them to me."
"Truly a great plan Master," oozed Demi-Devimon. "Those kids will hand over those crests in a second when they find out you have their families. But, what about that kid still back in the digital world? He has one of the crests."
"I have someone working on it," Myotismon told him in a very scary tone.
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Hope you liked. Now you know Myotismon's plan. The get all the crests for himself and use them to digivolve. I'm taking several liberties here from the anime story arc, in this fic Myotismon doesn't know that there's an eighth digi-destined. There will be some more changes that I'll implement later too. Hope you enjoying it so far.