DEAR DIARY CH.1

NOTE/ Now husband, father and detective Ken finds Sam's old diary in the attic of his grandparent's house when helping his mother clear out some junk. He discovers that Sam's death may have not been an accident but a murder in a clever disguise, and his perfect brother may not have been so perfect after all.

Ok first of all this idea came to me when I was watching Law and Order one night and I dreamed this entire fic up. I started writing it down on paper but just couldn't finish it so I'm starting it anew. I don't own Digimon and reviews as always are welcomed with giant kawaii type doormats.

-Rya Starling

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CHAPTER 1 THE DIARY

'All right I need the attic cleaned out completely your grandparents were always such pack rats"

'Yes mother" Ken said as he placed some boxes down, his grandparents after passing away had decided in their will to sell the old house outside the city. After receiving a call from his mother he had drove from his house to help her clear out the house to get it ready for sale.

His mother stood there and slowly collapsed into a rocker, then sighed with relief. Her old body was worn from age and her face once beautiful with thin facial lines now lay wrinkled and baggy in age. Her once long brown hair that his father had admired so much had turned dull Grey and was now cut short in a perm. His father had passed away five years ago after the cancer had taken his heart and then his body.

For some reason when he was young he thought his parents were immortal gods of power as all children think one time or another for they have power over you and protect you from the harsh outside world. Maybe if his parents hadn't protected him so much, isolated him inside a tiny prison in the shadow of his brother when he was young, maybe just maybe he would have been saved from evil clutches and the Emperor's evil rain of terror that still haunts his dreams even after years of getting over it.

Ken took a deep breath and saw his mother had fallen asleep on the rocker, slowly he slipped a blanket over her fragile body with the up most care not to wake the sleeping women who had nursed him and cared for him since he was born. Slowly he walked up to the second floor and grabbed a tiny rope which brought down the stairs leading to the attic.

He slowly climbed up the old ladder and when he got up and stood up then proceeded to turn on the light. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light and he saw the attic, which belonged to his grandparents. Crowded with junk, boxes, manikins, trunks and other things which cluttered dust on top of everything he realized now why his parents had called his grandparents pack rats. His parents told him that they never threw anything out, sold anything or did anything with the stuff up in the attic. Some of his happiness memories were up in this attic when he was small he use to come up here with Sam and look threw the junk and stuff.

They found childhood treasures that they wouldn't find anywhere else, such things in a child's eyes could only sparkle and shine to them. He remembered that Sam had found a trunk of old clothing once, clothing too big for their tiny bodies and yet they were intrigued to try the old clothes on and somehow in someway Ken had found himself a oversized dress and a pair high heels. Ken laughed at the memory as he walked threw the path of junk and he could almost see himself trying to retch something high up and then Sam picking him up on his shoulders so that he could retch.

Ken took a long breath and whipped his eyes trying not to cry at the old memories of his childhood with his brother whom he admired so much. Suddenly he saw an old desk and he went over seeing the quill and ink still in the small placer and a piece of paper placed on top on the desk now yellow with age ready to write. Ken sat down on the chair, he wondered how this place, this small wonderful place of his childhood could his hurt his heart so much in so little time.

Slowly he saw a drawer and just out curiosity he pulled out the wooden drawer and there was a pile of yellow aged pages of paper and some pencils broken in half. Slowly he went to sit up and suddenly his knee hit the old drawer and the bottom of the drawer rotting in age and time broke from it's holding position and scattered the drawers contents all over the floor.

'Damn piece of" Ken growled in frustration and slowly bent down to pick up the scattered contents and slowly as he picked up piece by pieces paper he suddenly noticed something along the floor boards. Ken looked closer and saw it was a loose plank of wood and he could see something hidden underneath the boards.

Slowly tossing the papers aside he put his hands on the boards and it came out with a quick pull from the floor. There he saw a small yet thick notebook placed in between the floorboards and ceiling of downstairs. He picked up the dust covered note book from it's resting place and blowing the dust from the front cover, he saw he could still read the blue ink written on the front and in blue ink bold letters it said:

DIARY

Property of Sam Icijoechi

Ken was taken back by the title on the front of page and almost compelled to read the pages he went to open the diary. Yet painful memories and heart arch stopped his hands and he felt the yellow siding of the book. He wanted to read it yet his mind wouldn't let him touch that which was once his brothers.

'Ken?" A voice asked and he looked over to his partner waddling up towards him and he quickly hid the diary inside his trench coats over sized right pocket. 'Yes Wormon?" He asked. 'Yole and the kids are here they say your boss called again" Wormon said and Ken smiled as he picked up his partner. 'Let's go then" Ken said and slowly went downstairs to meet his children and Yole.

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That night Ken couldn't sleep as he lay beside Yole his beloved wife and mother of all four of his children. His minds kept wondering to his brother's diary and in frustration he slowly sat up wearing nothing but his underwear he pulled on his robe and slowly made his way to the living room where he turned on the lamp standing near the lazy boy and then was greeted by his trench coat and the faded purple diary sticking out from the pocket.

'Why should I read it, not like I don't know everything about Sam. He had nothing to hide but then again I'm a detective oh snooping around is my job and gets in your daily life too" Ken thought and giving up to the urge he slowly plucked the diary from the pocket of his coat and opened the cover to the first page.

Thus started to read the diary Sam had left behind and it started like this:

Dear Diary

My name is Sam Ichijoechi but to everyone else I'm the most perfect child in the world. But what they don't understand is that my world is crowded in the shadows and what those people in the light saw was the lies behind the truth of my entire life. I have to tell someone and since my brother Ken is too young to understand I am writing it down on this paper. Thus this entire diary shall be entitled The Confessions of Osamu Ichijoechi. For I am not the perfect innocent boy my parents were lead to believe for I am not a little child of light. I am a child of the shadows and thus I have resisted evil for so long I cannot take hiding it anymore.

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