Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or Dream Street's songs. I do own Wakoki Records, Corey, Kevin, Corbette, and Sakira.

A/N - I'm enjoying writing this now, even though I didn't get many reviews for chapters 4 and 5. Sorry this chapter took so long. I do this story on a different computer than the one with the Internet and I haven't worked on this computer recently. In this chapter, chapter 6 (wow), we get a look from Corey's mind, Jack does some more bad stuff, another concert, and TK's song.

Shout outs to Dreamer4, Dark Gamer, Light Gamer, EeyoreP, Knight, SaturnsChild, EvilTenchi, PhoniexChild, TogetherAgain, Wolfie, Archangeluk, Arylwren, Digicowboy, Blackout12, Phire Phoenix, Insane Friend 02, Authormon, sweetchick08079, alfogamer2, Digicowboy, Takari's Baybee, Immia, AlexPG13, and shadow2k. Dedication to DJ Clue (again) for telling me to continue and believe in myself. That was four chapters ago. I'm still thanking him.

The Ishida Brothers

By: Hopeful Writer

Chapter 6 - I Miss You

Kevin woke up the next morning with a pain in his side. He looked around, annoyed, then realized he'd fallen asleep on his little brother's arm. Corey didn't look disturbed at all. Sakira was already awake and in the shower. Kevin sighed slightly as he thought about her.

Corey awoke shortly after and the boys went down for breakfast in their pajamas after scribbling a short note to Sakira.

There were some noises coming from Jack's room as they passed it. Kevin looked at Corey to see if he'd heard, but there was no recognition from the younger boy. "Go on without me," Kevin ordered. "I'll be down in a minute. I… need to call TK and make sure he got up."

Corey bought it and skipped to the elevator to go downstairs. Kevin darted to his room, gave TK the wake up call, then grabbed his priceline.com card and went back to Jack's room. Checking to make sure no one could see him, he unlocked the door and opened it a crack. Just as before, Jack was downing bottle after bottle of something that smelled suspiciously like alcohol. This time he had a cigarette in his mouth too. Or actually… Kevin took a closer look. It didn't smell like a cigarette. Suddenly he realized what it was and pulled the door shut in fear. Marijuana. Oh, God.

"Kevin? What are you still doing here? I thought you went downstairs." Kevin spun around, face pale, and saw Sakira. "What's wrong?" she demanded, nearing him.

"Jack… smoking marijuana… downing booze. He could be in big trouble, Saki. Big trouble."

Sakira pulled him away from the door. "Let's go eat breakfast. We're not going to talk about this now. Tonight, though, tell your brothers to come into our room. They need to know this is happening." Kevin nodded, and they didn't say another word about it.

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Corey was bored of eating breakfast alone. Sakira and Kevin were off doing whatever people in love did, even though they didn't quite realize they were in love. Corbette and Matt were so caught up in their lives as twins that they didn't realize that they sometimes shunned the others. TK was living in his thoughts, missing Kari too much to care about his brothers.

Corey sighed. If he'd known he was going to be bored, he may not have agreed to join in the beginning. It'd started off as great fun. He could act like a little kid and nobody minded because it helped for publicity. They didn't understand though. TK had Kari, and Kevin had Sakira. Matt liked his friend, Sora, who Corey knew liked him back, and Corbette had many girlfriends. But, because he was the youngest, Corey had never had a girlfriend. He desperately wanted one, wanted to understand what was so special about it. But no one ever liked the baby.

Kevin and Sakira joined him at the table, but he couldn't eat much anyway. He was nervous about the concert, just as nervous as yesterday. He knew he couldn't get past it that quickly.

"I'm going to go get ready," he told them. "I'll see you in a little while."

"Okay," Kevin replied, not quite looking at him.

Corey sighed. Hopefully TK was ready to come downstairs so he could have the room to himself for a little while. He loved his brothers, but being so close to them was driving him crazy. It wasn't like Corbette and Matt, who couldn't stand to be separated. He needed time for himself, to be alone. He couldn't get that in a hotel.

Luckily, TK had already gone downstairs when he got back. He lay spread-eagle on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He knew he should be getting ready for the concert, but he was more content to lay there. Finally, he rose slowly and dressed himself in the black T-shirt and baggy silver pants he'd been instructed to wear. He rubbed gel into his hair and tousled it. He grinned at his reflection. Cute, he thought. Real cute. But no one ever wants to date cute.

* ~ * ~ *

Kevin slid his gray swish pants on and pulled a white T-shirt over it. The T-shirt had the Nike label on it. He grabbed his wax and spiked his whole head of strawberry-blond hair. His eyes glimmered in the mirror. Looks good, he decided. I think it's the hair. It makes me look older. Nice.

He exited the bathroom. Sakira was dressed in a low-cut baby blue sleeveless, with baggy jeans that ended at her ankles. Her black hair lay free on her back and glimmered in the light. She had just a touch of makeup on, enough to make Kevin blush. "Cute," he approved. "I like it."

Sakira stifled a snicker and beamed at him. She ran her fingers through his hair, moving a few spikes this way or that. "Perfect," she complimented. Kevin smiled. She kissed his cheek quickly, then opened the door and gestured him out.

* ~ * ~ *

They met up with TK, Matt, and Corbette downstairs. "Where's Corey?" the oldest asked.

Kevin shrugged, as did TK. "Last time I saw him was at breakfast. He's probably still getting ready," Kevin said.

As if on cue, the elevator opened and Corey ran out. "Ready," he announced, earning a few grins from his brothers.

TK yawned a couple times, surprising everyone. "TK, just how late were you up last night?" Matt demanded, his overprotective side showing.

TK shrugged a little. "I don't know. One o'clock or so."

Matt slapped his head, causing TK to rush to fix his hair. "Stupid, we've got a concert today. You can be tired for that."

"Relax, Matt. I'll get an adrenaline rush and won't be tired anymore. It happened last time."

"What were you doing until one in the morning?"

"Talking to Kari," Corey tattled.

"Not until one," TK argued. "I was talking to her until 11:30 or so. Then I was writing a song that I'm going to sing at the concert today."

That caught Corbette's attention, which had been focused on the pattern in the carpet. "What's it called?"

"I Miss You. Now, don't ask anymore. You'll hear it at the concert."

Fortunately Jack came down at that moment to save TK from more inquisition. Sakira and Kevin exchanged guilty looks, then hid behind the others as they made their way out to the tour bus.

The ride was less than an hour and they amused themselves quietly. Kevin, Corbette, Sakira, and TK were playing cards. Matt and Corey were writing songs. When they arrived at the concert hall, Jack told them they had to do a "meet and greet".

"What's that?" Corey asked, voicing everyone's uncertainty.

"It's where you sign autographs and greet your fans, instead of doing it at the end. The first group of people in line get to hang out with you until the concert."

"They do?" For some reason, this intrigued Corbette. Jack nodded.

Corbette was surprised to see the first person in line to be the girl from yesterday: Annabelle. Her smile was contagious; he grinned too. "Hi," he greeted, trying not to seem too interested. "You were here yesterday, weren't you?"

She nodded. "I'm Annabelle." She handed him a piece of paper to sign. "Can I take your picture?"

"Sure." Corbette flashed a big smile at the camera until he heard the click. He scribbled something on her paper, grinned at her again, then she moved on.

When Annabelle got to the end of the line she was told to wait. As she did, she read the papers. Sakira's read, "Annabelle, thanks for coming and supporting us. You're one of the reasons I keep singing. –Sakira."

Corey's read, "Annabelle, you have a really nice smile. I hope you like the concert. From, Corey."

"Hey, Annabelle, you're cool. I saw you at the last concert. Thanks for coming. Hope you enjoy this one. Peace, Kevin. P.S. - Keep smiling. It uses less muscles than frowning."

"Hi, Annabelle. I think you're one of our biggest fans. Enjoy the concert. Bye! --TK."

"Annabelle, you've got a really cute smile. Keep smiling and never give up on your dreams. You can always achieve them with a push in the right direction. –Matt."

"Hi, Annabelle. I saw you at the last concert. You seem really nice. Give me a call sometime, maybe we can get together. 555-0801. Talk to you soon (I hope). Enjoy the concert. Later, Corbette."

Annabelle sighed dreamily as she read the last one and stole a glance at Corbette. He was so cute. He caught her eye and winked at her, sending her blushing. The manager came over. "Hi," he greeted. "Since you were the first in line, you get to spend an hour with the boys and Sakira backstage as they prepare for their concert. I hope you have some questions to ask them."

Annabelle stared at him for a moment before breaking into a huge smile and nodding. "O—okay," she stammered.

The finished their signing and joined Jack next to Corbette's favorite fan. "Hi," he greeted shyly, not knowing what else to say.

"Hi. I'm Annabelle," she reminded them.

Corbette resisted the urge to say, "I know." Kevin and Corey exchanged grins. "Hi, Annabelle," Corey greeted cheerily, coating his voice with that little-kid sweetness.

"Hi," Kevin echoed, struggling against his snickers. Sakira rolled her eyes at him.

There was a loud crack from backstage and the three brothers all ran in, their eyes wide. TK was holding Matt down and punching him in the gut. The crack had been where Matt's head had connected with a wooden shelf. Corbette pulled the younger boy off the older and held him tightly. "What the hell happened here?" he demanded of his brothers.

Kevin and Sakira glanced at each other. Corey was shivering. He'd never seen TK so mad before. Annabelle just stood there, feeling like an intruder. All of a sudden TK began to cry. Matt lay on his back, just watching. "What's wrong, TK?" Corbette asked, a little gentler this time.

"Matt blew up because I wasn't greeting Annabelle, I was thinking about Kari. I said it helped me with my song. He cursed off the song, then called Kari… a lot of bad names. And then I threw him against the wall and started punching him. That's when you guys came in."

Matt looked abashed. All were silent until Corbette finally spoke, in a very soft voice. "We have a fan here. Kevin, Corey, Saki, and I are going to greet her. You two are going to stay here and work things out. Come find us when you're done fighting, understand?" TK nodded and was released. Matt nodded from the floor.

The boys left and shut the door behind them. Sakira had taken Annabelle out a moment earlier and was talking to the fan, making up some sort of excuse. Kevin shot her a grateful look and mouthed, "I'll explain later." She nodded discreetly.

"Well, Annabelle, do you have any questions for us?" Corbette asked, trying to figure out what he was supposed to be doing.

She giggled slightly. "I'm sure I can think of some."

"Make it like an interview," Corey piped up excitedly.

Annabelle laughed. "Okay. First question, because I'm sure the public is dying to know, do you guys have girlfriends? Or a boyfriend, Sakira?"

"No," Corbette answered immediately.

"Nope, I'm completely single," Corey agreed with a wry smile.

"Sort of," Kevin added, blushing.

"Sort of," Sakira echoed.

Corbette glanced at both of them. "Before this tour, you were very single, Kevin." He raised an eyebrow.

Kevin flushed a dark red. "Things change."

"What about TK and Matt?" Annabelle asked, breaking up an argument.

"I've got a girlfriend," TK said, coming up behind them. Matt was with him and they both looked a little shy.

"I've got… a crush," Matt admitted.

"Matt likes Sora! Matt likes Sora!" Corey sang, snickering. Kevin laughed with him.

"Okay, next question," Matt begged.

Annabelle grinned. "Are the rumors on the Internet true? Did you guys really start by performing in bars?"

"Yeah, that's true," Corbette told her. "We worked at bars for three months or so before Jack found us. We were just about to quit too."

"Would have quit two days after we started if it wasn't for TK," Matt commented lightly. TK smiled up at him. "He kept making us go back, saying we'd hit it big eventually. He was right." Matt patted his shoulder affectionately, and Corbette wasn't worried about anymore fighting between them.

"Guys!" It was Jack. "It's time for hair and makeup and stuff. Come on. Bring your fan."

Matt looked down at his orange sleeveless shirt and light gray pants. "I can't wear this anymore," he pointed out, indicating his shirt, which had dirt all over the front and back.

Corbette grabbed his bag and pulled out a navy blue sleeveless shirt. Tossing it to Matt, he ordered, "Put this one on instead."

"Thanks," Matt replied, switching shirts.

They sat for makeup. Corey was twitching angrily. He hated having to put stuff on that made him look like a girl. Kevin was nearly asleep, sitting there so peacefully he might have been dead. TK was thinking, barely noticing what gunk was going on his face. Matt was also pretty lost in his thoughts. Corbette was squirming a little, sneezing as the blush came to close to his nose.

When they were done, they stretched, both physically and vocally. Already, it had become a routine to them.

Then they sat with Annabelle for ten minutes before the show started. "Can you think of another question?" Kevin asked her. "I'm bored."

She studied him a moment before grinning coyly and saying, "Are you dating Sakira?"

He paled and reddened at the same time, turning his face an interesting shade of pink. His eyes flickered to Sakira, who appeared about the same color. He hopped to his feet. "You know what? I'm not so bored anymore. I'm sure something over... over there," he indicated, "is much more interesting." He moved away from Annabelle, and Corbette sidled over to her.

"Hey," he whispered, turning her attention away from the retreating Kevin. She blushed immediately and wondered why he had this effect on her. "So when did you become a fan?" Corbette inquired, trying to start a conversation.

Annabelle thought for a moment. "A month ago I suppose. I was reading a magazine and there was an article about The Ishida Brothers, a new family band or whatever. It described your past and everything, and had a picture and I just... I don't know, decided I liked you guys."

Corbette slipped on his lady-killer smile (A/N - got that idea from Martha and Squirrel's description of Sirius Black). Annabelle blushed again, obviously not used to being paid so much attention. "So who's your favorite?" the cocky blonde continued.

"I'd have to say Matt," Annabelle answered promptly, managing to hold a straight face.

Of course, Corbette saw right through her. "Hate to break your heart, but Matt's already got a girlfriend... sort of. He's figuring his way into a relationship at least." Inside, his heart gave a flutter. She likes me, he thought. Why else would she try to wind me up?

Annabelle mock-pouted, her eyes glimmering with mirth. Before she could give another witty remark, Jack called her over and told her she'd have to sit in the audience now. Corbette winked at her and hissed, "Call me." It was all she could do not to jump up and down and squeal.

Sakira started and Kevin found himself lost in her trance again. He was dizzy, hopelessly in love, and it was driving him crazy.

Corey poked the older boy. "Kevin, hey, Kev, snap out of it. The others are starting to notice. Kevin, you're drooling. Kevin, Britney Spears wants to talk to you. Kevin, Mandy Moore wants to talk to you. Kevin, TK died. Kevin, WAKE UP!" Corey didn't yell the last words, more like hissed them loudly into his brother's ear.

Kevin jumped. "Where's the fire?" he asked hurriedly.

"Oh, so that's what I have to say to stop you from staring," Corey retorted, letting an inkling of sarcasm slip into his voice. Kevin looked a little surprised.

"What's your problem? Can't you see I'm watching?"

Corey bit back a snigger. "Watching? More like drooling."

Kevin rubbed his chin self-consciously. "Why does she have to be so darn pretty?" he mumbled, almost to himself. His eyes locked on her again, and Corey took that as his cue to retreat.

"Ah, to be young and in love," Corbette joked, putting a hand on Corey's shoulder. The latter grinned up with a knowing smile. "He'll figure it out, buddy. Let him alone for a while. Always seems to clear up Matt's head. Either that or a good beating will work."

Corey laughed. "Maybe we should have TK beat up Kevin."

Corbette pretended to mull over this for a moment. "Sounds good to me." They shared a giggle. It was a rare moment. Usually Matt and Corbette were inseparable, and Corey would tag along with Kevin.

Then Corey blinked and things were back to normal. Corbette patted his back then moved to where Matt and TK were talking. Corey looked at Kevin, shook his head.

Sakira finished to a startling thunderous applause. She came backstage, very peppy. The twins hugged her together and she sputtered a meek protest. TK clapped her on the back, very much aware of his surroundings now. Corey grinned at her and hugged her, muttering his own congratulations. Kevin swallowed hard and pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek affectionately. Sakira's face colored and Corey and Corbette found themselves stifling snickers.

The boys performed well, opening with Matter of Time and ending with TK's song. He took the microphone nervously. "Hey," he greeted, grinning slightly. There was a load of screaming. His smile widened. "Um, I wrote this song myself and even the others haven't heard it yet. It's for my, uh, girlfriend. I, um, hope you enjoy it."

The music began to play. (A/N - Don't ask how. You know in cartoons they always just seem to know what music to play.) TK spoke into the mic. "Although you're so many miles from me, I just want you to know, that I could never forget you."

He began to sing. Sitting here in my room alone.

Got the radio on and it's playing our song

I keep your picture beside my bed

And as I hold it so close, I keep hearing you saying

I love you, and wherever I am I thinking of you

And until you come back to me.

I'll send my love to you straight from the heart

'Cause, baby, I miss you

Baby, I miss you.

I feel you so near though we're so far apart

'Cause, baby, I miss you

Baby, I miss you.

Tears like rain falling from my eyes

As we said our good byes, I could feel my heart break

Only emptiness filled my soul

I was half not whole, but I pray you'll come back because

I love you, and wherever I am I'm thinking of you

Every hour of the day, baby.

I'll send my love to you straight from the heart

'Cause, baby, I miss you

Baby, I miss you.

I feel you so near though we're so far apart

'Cause, baby, I miss you

Baby, I miss you.

His brothers joined in.

I'll send my love to you straight from the heart

'Cause, baby, I miss you

Baby, I miss you.

I feel you so near though we're so far apart

'Cause, baby, I miss you

Baby, I miss you.

You know I'm so lost

Without you.

Sending all my love to you straight from the heart

Baby, I miss you. I'll be

Sending all my love to you straight from the heart

Baby, I miss you.

Baby, I miss you.

The applause was thunderous. TK was thrilled. Even his brothers were beaming and Sakira had tears in her eyes. Corey could only imagine how long his conversation with Kari would be tonight.

Hating to crash the good mood, Kevin put on a serious face when he spoke to his brothers softly on the tour bus. "Meet me and Saki in the our room at 8:30 tonight. We need to talk."

8:30 found all six of them crammed into the hotel room. Sakira and Kevin shared a look and Kevin spoke. "We're in trouble."

A/N - (Davis-announcer voice) Wow, what's going to happen next? Are the boys in for the shock of their lives, or what? How will they get past this? (HW voice) You know what? I don't care if you review or not 'cause obviously asking for reviews isn't working. I'm writing this for me now (thanks to a push from DJ Clue). So there. By the way, TK's song was by Dream Street. I was going to write it myself, but this fit perfectly. Each of the other boys will get their own songs and I will write most of them. I will also write songs for Sakira soon.

NEXT TIME - Sakira's past comes out, we find out why Kevin hates Furukawa (his past comes back to haunt him), we see Matt's thoughts, and we meet Sora's new arch-rival – Fan Girl (she'll have a name... eventually).