Hello everyone! I've been writing quite a bit lately, I don't want to overwhelm you guys with a tone of updates in a row(Again), but I'm gonna try and stick to once a week at least, update. Keep the reviews coming, they're the main thing keeping me going-I literally had to go back and reread all the ones I had gotten from the beginning when I went back to start working on this project again. You guys are awesome. I know I probably lost a lot of followers from my year hiatus, but I'm back now, and as long as some of you are still interested/following I'll keep posting. So, make sure you're letting me know you're still reading! I have another fanfic idea that I'm excited to work on, but I won't start it until this one has concluded.
Again, thanks to all my readers. Enjoy this little slice of happiness and finally some theories about the "gate"
T.K. followed close behind his friends, slightly irritated, not that he let it show. But no one would tell him what was so important that they all had rush to Yolie's apartment straight after school. It was Kari's smile and gentle words that stopped him from questioning his friends—as long as she was going to, he gladly agreed to go.
T.K. was genuinely surprised as he walked in, everyone was there, even Mimi.
"Surprise!" the group yelled in less than perfect unison, but their attempt was noted.
He smiled sheepishly. "What is this for?" he raised an eyebrow.
Matt laughed at him. "You're leaving in less than a week, did you really think none of your friends were going to plan a big surprise goodbye party?"
T.K. rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh." He'd been trying to put the move into the back of his mind whenever he wasn't at home, since there he was surrounded in a forest of brown and white cardboard boxes. "I thought everyone would be way too busy, besides, I'm not moving out of the country or anything." He forced a grateful smile on his face.
Yolie threw her arm over T.K.'s shoulders and grinned gleefully. "I have a way of making things happen when I get my mind set, you know that. And it doesn't matter how far you're moving, I couldn't let you go without knowing how much we're all going to miss you!"
T.K. was grateful when Yolie caught sight of Ken, releasing him from her jubilant grip.
"Ken!" she walked over to him and greeted him in a way that made them both give each other an uncomfortable smile and a second of reddened cheeks.
T.K. raised an eyebrow at them, Ken's cheeks giving a second flush when he realize T.K. had noticed. T.K. gave him a quick smile, smirking.
A lot of hellos and we'll miss yous later, the little goodbye party had calmed and several groups had formed, with busy conversations in each. T.K. made an effort to try and talk to everyone at least a little, getting a little tired of repeating the same spiel, finally finding himself gravitating toward the corner to get a breath, but it was short lived as Matt and Tai made their way toward him.
"I'm glad you guys could come." He smiled again, but the look on Matt's face told him it didn't reach his eyes.
"T.K., it's kind of a big deal, you know, you just up and leaving like this." Matt's voice was kind. "I've gotten so used to you being around, it's going to take some real adjusting to get used to you not being here."
"You have adjusting to do? I'm the one moving to a new city where I don't know anyone!" He laughed, pushing it off as a joke. It all felt weird. He had so desperately wanted to move to Odaiba for so long and the thought of leaving this place, his friends, Matt…and her. It was killing him.
Tai shrugged. "It's not all bad, and knowing you, you'll have a ton of new friends in no time at all."
Kari's laughter caught T.K.'s attention, her sing song voice a melody he could easily lose himself in for hours. He instinctually turned to find her, to make sure he didn't miss the smile on her face.
Tai and Matt exchanged glances, a knowing smile creeping on their faces—T.K. knew they saw how he couldn't stop from looking her way. Ignoring them, he didn't turn back until he'd gotten a good dose of her smiling face. It seemed like he couldn't get enough lately, knowing he'd be seeing it a lot less, come next week.
Matt frowned lightly at the look on his brother's face. "You're not as excited about moving as you said you were, are you?"
T.K. looked up at Matt, a bit taken aback. "What? It's a great opportunity, between the great school I was accepted into and the size of the city…" he saw Matt wasn't buying it.
Tai gave them both a look. "I'll give you guys a minute." He patted T.K. on the back as he made his way over to Izzy.
Matt nodded toward the sliding doors off the living room, leading to the balcony. T.K. followed his brother, seeing that no one noticed their retreat he closed the door behind him, walking out to the railing, standing next to Matt—the cold wind tousling their blond hair gently.
"So…" Matt spoke softly. "Are you going to tell me how you really feel about going to Hokkaido?"
T.K. didn't respond. He hadn't actually voiced it to anyone. He didn't have a choice in the matter, all complaining would accomplish would be to make his mom feel bad, and he couldn't do that to her, not knowing how happy she was about the job. "It doesn't matter." T.K. finally answered.
Matt groaned at T.K. before looking down at him. "And why not?"
T.K. pursed his lips, refusing to look up at Matt. "It's fine, really. Let's just go back—" As T.K. forced a light tone into his voice as he turned back to the apartment.
Matt grabbed T.K.'s arm. "Not so fast, little bro." He loosened his grip as T.K. sent an instinctive glare at him. "You know I'm not going to take that for an answer. Talk."
T.K. pulled away and gave Matt that helpless look. "I don't…" he hesitated, seeing Matt raise an eyebrow at him. "I don't want to go. At all."
Matt let out a humph and crossed his arms, giving T.K. a scolding look. "And why didn't you say that a month ago?"
T.K. looked away, frustrated. "I'm not even 16 yet, it's not like I have a choice and I can't tell mom not to take this job because I don't want to leave."
Matt sighed, smiling at his little brother. "Man, you're way too selfless, you know that, right? Maybe try and stand up for what you want, once in a while."
T.K. shook his head, rolling his eyes, leaning back against the railing he looked out over the city. "Its fine, Matt. Don't say anything to anyone." He gave him a quick glance, seeing him still smiling. "Please?"
"What is the main reason you don't want to leave?" Matt asked slyly.
"All of you guys, why else?" T.K. didn't bother looking Matt's direction.
"Yeah, but isn't there a certain someone?" he teased a little more.
T.K. shook his head.
Matt's smiling was evident in his voice. "Someone who's laugh can catch your attention across a room?"
T.K.'s cheeks flushed a deep red, making him turn his face away from Matt as he leaned against the railing, facing the apartment, propping his elbows on the rail for support. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Matt saw his rosy cheeks despite his attempt to hide them. "If you had another choice, would you choose to stay here?"
T.K.'s heart skipped a beat when Matt's words hit him. He involuntarily looked at him with a mixture of surprise and skepticism. "But it's not."
Matt shrugged. "You never asked dad, did you?"
T.K. fought hard not to roll his eyes again, looking away from Matt angrily. "Dad can't afford an apartment for all three of us."
Matt nodded. "True, but I'm moving into my own place this week and if we had talked about this before, maybe I would have mentioned it and you could be making plans to move a few miles away, not an 18 hour flight away."
T.K. was now staring at Matt with his mouth slightly agape, blinking with confusion and surprise. "You're moving out of dad's apartment?" he asked, trying to confirm he'd heard him right.
Matt nodded long and slow. "Yeah." He spoke matter a fact. "That means dad's going to have an empty room and he'd probably jump on the chance to avoid the empty nest syndrome another couple years."
"But mom—" T.K. started, feeling it was too good to be true.
"If mom knew how much you didn't want to leave, she wouldn't stop you. Besides, we both know that she's going to be so focused on work she wouldn't even have time to feel lonely."
T.K.'s mind whirled, he might actually get to stay. "I…"
Matt saw the light flicker in his eyes, knowing that this whole time not one smile had been genuine, not until now.
"Call dad in the morning, okay?" Matt patted him on the back. "Now get that goofy grin off your face and go enjoy your 'goodbye party'" he said the word mockingly.
T.K. cleared his throat and frowned. "You're the one with the goofy grin."
Matt's laugher faded as he opened the door and slipped into the array of conversations ensuing inside.
T.K. knew that there would be some hiccups, and there may be a little more persuading that Matt believed, but it could work. All the stress that had been weighing down on him seemed to temporarily evaporate.
"What are you so happy about?" Kari's voice gave him a jolt, making him turn around abruptly. He knew that his smile had been replaced with embarrassment as she giggled at him. He averted his gaze, but it was Kari, he couldn't keep them off her for long.
"I did not hear you come out." He grinned softly. "You surprised me."
She laughed, raising an eyebrow at him. "I did? Matt said you wanted to see me."
T.K.'s eyebrow twitched angrily. "You think you're so sneaky…" he thought to himself before addressing her questioning smile. "Ah, right. No, I just got lost in thought."
She smiled brighter and walked over to stand next to him, also looking out over the view of their city—the city where he fell for her. It wasn't intentional, T.K. reflected as he brazenly stared at her profile.
It wasn't too long after moving here and restarting his adventures in the digital world that he felt that first spark. They'd been close friends since they were kids, but the butterflies didn't happen until he saw how she'd grown while they'd been apart for almost two years. It wasn't long after, that those same butterflies weren't just a tickle in his stomach, but a something stronger that nearly took his breath away whenever he saw her.
His cheeks flushed lightly when she turned to look at him. The little glint of surprise that faltered her smile when she saw he was staring, was actually satisfying and T.K. didn't even attempt to hide his gaze.
Her smile returned without hesitation and she pushed herself up a little, so that their faces were closer together, though he noted lightly, she was shorter—no, that wasn't it, he was growing taller.
"So, what did you want me for?" she asked, being the one to break the eye contact and look back at the city.
"To kiss you." He thought seriously, fearing his expression mimicked the intensity that had just washed through him, he forced a smile. "I just wanted to have a minute with you, since I may not get many more soon." He had to suppress the smirk that threatened to flit across his face, her face went red.
She suddenly looked sad. "I'm really sad you're leaving, you know?" she tried to make her voice sound light, but the heaviness of her words showed.
"Me too." He responded softly. "There's a lot of things I feel are unfinished."
She nodded, putting a determined smile on. "But that's okay, right?"
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
She looked at him encouragingly. "I think we always feel that way when we know it might be a little while before we go back to the digital world."
T.K.'s eyes drop down and he had to chuckle a little. "Yeah, I guess so." Was his short reply.
Kari noticed the change in his tone and looked at him. "Are you worried about anything in particular?"
T.K. tapped his fingers on the rail lightly. "Not seeing you every day." He thought, biting it back. "No, just in general. I wish I wasn't leaving you."
Her eyes flashed with what looked like skepticism before she smiled. "Just me?"
T.K. watched her expression closely, she was trying to tease him, thinking he would fumble over his mistaken word and look away embarrassed, correcting himself. But he just looked her in the eyes and replied. "Mmm…Mostly you."
She laughed. "Don't tell Cody and Yolie that!" she jested, still not hearing him.
He sighed, giving up the little bit of confidence he'd clung to since Matt's proposal. "I'm going to miss all of you, of course."
She nodded and nudged him lightly with her elbow. "It's not forever. We'll be together again someday, I'm sure of it."
T.K.'s gaze fell down to the street below. "I hope so."
Kari's expression seemed to sober a little, she leaned down so she could look up at his face, gauging his somber expression unobscured. T.K. looked over, feeling her close, their faces maybe an inch apart, his lips parted in surprise.
They both hesitated. She frowned at him, trying to make eye contact. "What's wrong?" she insisted.
T.K. couldn't pull his gaze away from her lips, her perfume almost intoxicating. He closed his lips and swallowed hard, finally meeting her gaze. "I'm really going to miss you, Kari." His voice quivered subtly.
Kari sighed, straightening and looking up at him as he followed suit. It looked like she wanted to say something, but instead she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, having to push herself up on her tippy toes to give him a tight hug. "I'm going to miss you too."
T.K. tried to even his breathing, while also taking in her sweet scent, her hair brushing against his cheek gently. "I love you." He thought, hoping he wasn't holding onto her too tightly.
All too soon she pulled her embrace away and smiled at him like she always did. "Yolie is going to throw a fit if you spend the rest of the party out here. Let's go." She acted far too normal to have noticed how he hesitated to free her from the hug.
He smiled sincerely at her as she beckoned him inside from the open door, reaching for his hand, he lifted his and allowed her to grab hold, the warmth of her fingers sending a wave of heat through his body as he followed her inside.
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T.K. opened his eyes. "Kari?" his voice shook. He was staring at that same blindingly bright white ceiling again, making him remember all too well when and where he was. "Damn it." He felt too weak to sit up, rolling his head slightly to the side he saw he was alone.
Lifting his hand to his face, he became aware that his sweater was missing and an IV was inserted in his wrist. He tried to lift his other arm, but the wound made it too painful. He wanted to just drift back to sleep, back to a time where he greeted each day with excitement, knowing that he would be spending it with Kari and their friends, laughing and having adventures together.
But he couldn't go back to sleep, remembering everything he'd said to Matt. He hadn't allowed himself to take in the meaning behind his words or the impact they had on his brother—it didn't matter that it was the desire result, it still hurt, remember the desperation in Matt's voice.
Tears stung at T.K.'s eyes, he tiredly blinked them away. He heard a familiar beep besides him—his phone. He reached down, finding his phone was still in his pants pocket. He frowned, certain he had turned it off. Groaning as he had to shift his body to pull the phone out, he lifted to his face, four missed calls from Matt right after they had hung up and several worried text messages from a variety of Digidestined that had no doubt heard everything by now.
He inhaled slowly, pressing down on his power button, 3…2… *Ding* another text message appeared, his finger involuntarily lifting off the button, holding his breath he read the brief preview of Kari's text. It was the first and only he'd gotten from her since this all happened.
Kari K.
You're scaring me. I need to see you. Please, don't shut me…
The small amount of her probably much larger text stared at him hauntingly. His mind lingering on the face she would give him. The look in her deep brown eyes that would shatter his spirit. He couldn't even face his brother, taking the coward's way out with a disgusting phone call. His brother…his mind suddenly running back over his conversation and the devastation in Matt's frantic voice.
T.K. closed his eyes hard, fighting the nausea. "Not again…" he murmured through gritted teeth. He couldn't stop himself, taking in the full impact of everything he'd said to hurt Ken and Matt, he sat up and leaned over, ignoring the searing pain in his arm and vomited on the spotless white floor.
He choked and gagged—a relief washing over him momentarily as there was something in his stomach to throw up this time, he couldn't see well through his tear blurred vision, but it just looked like water.
T.K. shakily lifted up his hand to wipe his lips weakly, not fighting the weight of his eyelids, gripping the edge of the bed tightly to keep from falling over. Every breath he took was choked on with a labored cough. Another *ding* made his whole body tense. He gradually turned his head until he could see lit screen of his phone. The message at the top of many made him cringe, closing his eyes he fought the sob that burned this throat.
Kari K.
I know this is, at least partially, my fault. And I…
He inhaled, collecting himself slowly. Reaching for the phone he shook his head. "Your fault?" he whispered, almost a mocking laugh coming from his lips, but there was no curve on the corners of his lips, nothing showing a sign of humor.
He opened the phone and looked at her full text messages, taking them in fully, allowing the pain in his chest to restrict his breathing.
Kari K.
You're scaring me. I need to see you. Please, don't shut me out. I know I deserve it, after how I left things between us. How I've allowed things to stay even though you were right in front of me again. But, I'm begging you, don't leave again. Tell me where you are. Please.
Kari K.
I know this is, at least partially, my fault. And I hate myself for not seeing that there was something more going on. That I couldn't look past myself, to see you weren't just avoiding me, that maybe there was more to your absence. I can feel it now, T.K. You're in so much danger. I won't rest until I have you in my arms and you relent to my help. Please, let me stand in front of you again.
T.K.'s expression had gone dull, reading the messages over and over. His eyes blurred with tears, he blinked them again, lost in her words. He knew that seeing her, face to face, would be his undoing. He couldn't let it happen. A million hurtful responses pricked at his thoughts. Ones he'd never imagine saying, let alone contemplate sending to the girl he'd fallen so hard for and, even after her rejection, pined away for. He'd go on to sabotage his social life at his new school, and proceed to continue the self-destructive tendencies at every awkward smile she sent him once returning.
He'd become a shell of himself in Hokkaido and sought to return even a fraction of himself by coming home. But walking into that school, hearing Davis and Cody's exclamations attempting to hide her hurried footsteps, and seeing her alarmed expression when he found her hiding outside. It only sought to diminish what little was left, no sign of rebuilding what he'd lost. She looked so fragile, like his voice would send her shattering into a million pieces. And the fact that when he did speak, she couldn't even pry her gaze off the concrete to meet his—it solidified all his fears.
Before all this, he thought he saw the signs, her little tells that she didn't want him to leave, the little moments that sent his heart soaring, the looks she'd given him so often. He knew it was a risk, especially putting that pressure on her. Tell me to stay. T.K. laughed bitterly, he'd replayed that scene between them so many times since that day, angry and disappointed in himself for putting her in that situation. He knew before he sent them, that his emails in attempt to salvage even a fraction of their friendship, would go unanswered. He sent them anyway, only to endlessly check his essentially static inbox every few minutes during his waking hours, for weeks.
Ken was the only one who he'd been able to hold a steady conversation with, despite that it only started because when Ken messaged him, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and responded, making a little jab at his and Yolie's recent exchanges. He had no idea that it would lead to Ken confiding in him and even asking him for advice. It started out simple, a little joke leading to a serious confession and advice seeking. At first it felt ironic, giving Ken advice on how to be in a relationship, but then T.K. found himself replying to Ken's emails and texts without thinking about it, the only little respite from his constant dwelling. Discussions involving the digital world, family and even just general likes and dislikes found themselves in their conversations. Eventually, after a particularly hard day, T.K. confided in Ken, telling him what he'd done right before leaving and how horrible he felt. Ken tried to reassure him that it couldn't be as bad as he thought and always had something encouraging to say. But it would have been better had they never bonded, had he never been encouraged to come home, had he never been given false hope that things could return to a semblance of normalcy—he'd never come back and stirred Wisemon and his companions from hiding, never putting Kari through the unneeded turmoil of his return, never exposing his brother to his self-inflicted misery and never having to contemplate what he had to say in order to hurt the people he cared most about.
"You're awake!" Patamon's voice startled T.K., shaking him from his spirally thoughts.
T.K.'s eyes looked up at the door, Patamon flying in, not even caring about the mess he'd spewed on the sterile white floor. "Pata…" he chocked again. "…mon." he finished quietly.
Patamon rested on the bed besides him, grasping his arm with his tiny hands gently. "I was so scared. Are you alright?"
Gennai's figure could be seen just outside the room in the dark corridor. T.K. looked up, choosing not to respond to Patamon with lies. "You have me here, I'm surprised I didn't wake up in a cage, locked up and key thrown away." His young appearance making it hard to picture him as the same old man who had helped them so long ago.
Gennai sighed. "I do not control the fate of the digital world. I've tried many times to alter destiny's course, and every time it has a way of continuing to defy my interference."
T.K. looked down at his phone again, he'd been so lost in thought that he'd not noticed the screen had gone blank. "Then what did you want to bring me here for? Why couldn't you just answer my questions where we were?"
There was a little pause as Gennai walked into the room and sat down at the same computer he'd sat at the first time T.K. had been whisked away to this room. "You're injuries needed tending and on top of that, the concerns of Wisemon showing up were too high. The more you know, the harder it may be for them to get what they're after."
"What are they after?" T.K. hissed, ignoring the heat the pulsed through his body as he slid off the mattress, avoiding the mess on the floor.
Gennai frowned. "You're in no condition to be on your feet. You regained enough consciousness earlier to drink some water, and the IV has undoubtedly has given you a little sense of relief, but you still have not eaten in days and you haven't rested nearly enough for your body to recover from the blood loss."
T.K. glared at Gennai. "Stop avoiding!"
Gennai let out an exasperated sigh before giving in. "When the digital world chose you at age 7, it bestowed you the Crest of Hope. As soon as you found that crest and it reacted to your presence, you became attuned to that attribute, there's no changing that. The same for all of your friends."
"What are they after?" T.K.'s voice grew angrier.
"I can only speculate, T.K. but…" he paused, T.K.'s piercing blue eyes not wavering from him. "One theory I have, is it could open up the gate between here and the world you call the Dark Ocean—Daemon could have had a secret following I wasn't aware of, trying to bring their master back."
T.K.'s heart skipped a beat, his expression not hiding the fear that overcame him at the mention of the Dark Ocean. Daemon himself was a disaster, but the thought of cracking open that seal between worlds and allowing Kari to be exposed to that nightmare all over again was nauseating. "Why would the Crest of Hope open a gate to that place?" he looked at Gennai, genuinely concerned.
Gennai clearly saw that this sobered T.K.'s demeanor. "I don't know. Like I said, T.K., until we know more, this is all speculation."
T.K. nodded, swallowing hard and leaning back against the bed, gripping the edge to keep his hands from shaking. "But you think it's possible?"
Gennai gave a slight nod. "Or…"
T.K. looked up, almost desperate to hear any other possibility. "Or?"
Gennai eyed T.K. wearily. "Perhaps, even more likely, they could be referencing MagnaAngemon's Gate of Destiny, perhaps that is where the Crest of Hope opens a gate to. Meaning any enemies that were trapped within could be released."
"Piedmon." T.K. wanted to be relieved that there was an option that didn't include putting Kari in contact with the Dark Ocean, but it rivaled the danger in some ways.
Gennai nodded. "He was the most formidable enemy that your partner used his gate on. However…" T.K. looked up at Gennai anxiously. "Piedmon did not have many, loyal followers. The Dark Masters ruled with fear, and there were few who sought to do their bidding for any means aside from keeping their lives."
"Then who else?" T.K. waited breathlessly, feeling his mind growing hazier by the minute.
"Perhaps there are enemies in that abyss we are unaware of. It's impossible to know. But the fact remains, no matter where this gate opens to, two things are certain if they succeed." He paused, seeing T.K.'s eyes lose focus, losing what color he had regained in his face. "Darkness will return to the digital world and you will die."
T.K. swallowed hard. He'd felt it, but now it was staring him in the face. "If they get their hands on me… it's all over."
"And whatever darkness is unleashed, you will not be here to help defeat." Gennai added softly.
T.K. nodded lightly, his eyes staring at nothing in particular. "What… should I do next?"
Gennai stood and grabbed T.K.'s arm tightly, steadying him. T.K. blinked hard, he hadn't even realized he had started to collapse again. "What you should do next is let your body recover. You're safe here, for now."
"I can't." T.K. allowed Gennai to assist him back onto the bed. The IV in his arm stung lightly as he'd unintentionally tugged on it when he almost collapsed.
T.K. thought lying down would help clear the lightheadedness, but it didn't. He looked over at Gennai, a worried Patamon at his side. He frowned, seeing Gennai reach into a drawer, pulling out a syringe. "This will help you sleep." He spoke softly.
"No." T.K. shook his head. "I don't…" T.K. tried to push himself up, but Gennai's strong hand came down and rested on his shoulder, keeping him down. "Stop." T.K. tried to put some force into his tone, but he couldn't tell if it came through.
"It's just a sedative." Gennai reassured him. "It's just going to help you sleep so your body can recover."
"Patamon…" T.K. whimper pitifully. "I don't want…" he felt his eyelids growing heavier, glancing up to see Gennai inserting the needle into the IV tube. "I don't want to sleep…"
Patamon nestled in near T.K. "I'll be here the whole time. I won't leave you."
T.K. groggily shook his head again. "Please…" Every blink grew longer, each time his eyes harder to pry open and then with one last heavy blink he was out.
Patamon's demeanor shifted once he knew T.K. was out. "Gennai." His little voice was dull, a hint of exhaustion lingering on his words. "T.K.'s known all along."
"About his life being at risk or…?" Gennai asked lightly.
Patamon nodded. "He told me, he said it was just a feeling. But now I'm seeing things more clearly. He's keeping his friends away not only to protect them, but to protect himself."
Gennai pursed his lips. "It's true that with the oncoming trials, T.K. must face difficult decisions, he's already made one. T.K.'s had a lot of time to think through his plans. He's not Izzy, but he has a very calculating mind, and he's weighing the odds very carefully. He knows that they are not below resorting to using his friends to get what they want, and protecting them, by extension, he is protecting himself too."
"I've been pressuring him to ask for help, but all I've been doing is asking him to put our friends and himself in more direct danger." Patamon had a thoughtful frown on his face. "But I keep running over it in my head. They aren't going to stop trying. And when they are targeted, we won't be there to stop them and if someone gets hurt or worse, T.K. won't ever be able to forgive himself."
Gennai nodded. "There's no full proof way. Even if the entire thing was explained in detail, as I'm sure T.K. has contemplated many times, there will be an instinct in his friends not to abandon him."
"Because there's no guarantee that I, alone, can defeat this enemy." Patamon's gaze rested on T.K.'s sleeping face. "I'm the only one standing between him and the enemy now."
Gennai gave a single nod. "Do not doubt the strength of, not only yourself, but of T.K."
Patamon didn't look up at Gennai, his voice growing more somber. "I can't even digivolve past champion."
Gennai gave Patamon a thoughtful look. "I am working on a plan. I hope I will have answers to alleviate some of T.K.'s difficulties, by the time he is recovered."
Patamon noticed the doubt in Gennai's voice, but nodded in thanks as the man walked from the room. After a few minutes, Patamon sat near T.K.'s face, brushing his messy blonde waves from his face. "T.K., I will never let them have you."