Authors Notes: I'm really sorry I haven't uploaded chapters for the story in such along time. I wasn't sure if it was good enough. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it is appreciated very much. Sorry for the poor grammar and spelling. I hope this chapter is all right.

Disclaimer: Sorry I forgot to put the disclaimer in the first chapter. I'm such a baka. Well, I don't own Digimon, and never will. It belongs to Toei (I think) Please do not sue me.

Shadows from the past: Chapter two

After saying their goodbyes to their Digimon, the chosen children finally returned home, tired and weak from the battle earlier. Exiting the computer screen they found themselves present in Odaiba middle school. As they looked out the window they found that it was later than expected. The sky was pitch black and the street lamps had already been the street lamps had already been turned on.

"So what do we do now?" asked Sora, exhausted and annoyed like everybody else.

Taichi sighed and sadly shook his head. "I really don't know. I know we've destroyed evil Digimon before, but I don't think even we could take out an entire army. Sorry, but I just don't see any hope for the Digital world. We're failures."

Daisuke instantly shot up. "Don't say that, we can still beat him! We just have to stick together, think of a better plan, that's all. We'll find away to save the Digital world!"

"Daisuke keep your voice down!" Hissed Miyako.

The maroon-headed boy blushed realising how loud he had shouted.

"Daisuke I know you're just trying to help and make everyone feel better about it, but I think we have to face reality. He's just to powerful."

Daisuke's face fell, not being able to believe what his idol was saying. Taichi the one person out of all the chosen children who had encouraged him the most was now loosing all hope. "But we can still try can't we?"

Taichi sighed and ignored the younger boy's question as everyone started to leave. "Lets call it an night everyone."

Daisuke stared in dismay. He didn't care what the others thought, there just had to be a way to defeat the Kaiser, and he was going to find out no matter what.

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Yamato let out a sigh as he walked down the darkened streets. Many of the street lamps down this lane appeared to be broken. He was lost deep in his thoughts, until a voice suddenly interrupted them.

"Yamato!"

He couldn't see the person clearly because of the darkness, but he was sure that it was none other than Taichi.

"Wait up!" Taichi gasped, almost out of breath.

Yamato walked in silence with him.

"What's wrong with you? You've been really quiet about this whole thing." Taichi asked, breaking the silence.

The blonde shrugged. "I didn't notice. I've just been thinking I guess."

"About what?"

"Just some stuff."

Taichi sighed, but decided not to keep pressing for answers. When Yamato wanted to keep something secret, it remained a secret.

"So were where you earlier?"

Again Yamato shrugged, not bothering to face Taichi. "I just had some stuff to do, okay."

"Why the hell are you doing this?! Don't you even give a damn about the Digital world?!" yelled Taichi, unsurprisingly loosing his temper.

"Well what's with all the questions? You may be my best friend, but I don't have to tell you every god damn place that I go, do I?"

Taichi frowned and gently took hold of Yamato's arm. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell. It's just that this whole thing is so frustrating. I just don't know what to do anymore. The Digimon Kaiser is powerful, very powerful. He's capturing more slaves each day, and every second his power is increasing. It's like every time we fight against him, he gets stronger." He let out a snorted laugh. "It's hard to believe that the Kaiser's younger than us. I mean we still don't know who he is."

Yamato stayed silent for a moment. He was the only one who knew the Kaiser's true identity. Taichi stared at him curiously, expecting an answer.

Sighing, he shrugged against a wall and spoke coolly. "I know that he's getting stronger, but we can't just give up like that."

"Yeah, but what else can we do? We've tried everything!"

"Well for starters you should loose that negative attitude. The others are depending on your encouragement not to give up. If you give up, then we don't stand a chance."

Taichi swallowed and tilted his head away. "I know but it just feels like I'm lying to them. They deserve to know the truth. Honestly, I'd give anything to stop him. I just feel like such a failure."

Yamato softly took the brunettes hand and smiled. Taichi blinked. It was very rarely that Yamato smiled. Although his best friend, at time he's still felt so distance to him, like he didn't really know him at all.

"You're not a failure, he hasn't even won yet. You're the leader of the chosen ones and you should be proud of all you've done. You'll find a way to stop him."

Taichi blushed slightly. "You really think so?"

The blond nodded. "Yep. And don't worry, you could always turn to Daisuke for help. He still believes in you and so do i."

"Arigatou, Yamato. I won't give up just yet!" Truthfully Taichi wasn't sure they could do it, but with Yamato's reassuring, he knew all he could do was his best.

Yawning, Yamato stretched out his arms. "Well it's getting pretty late, I guess I should head home now. "

A look of disappointment swept over Taichi's face, but he nodded and bid farewell to his friend.

"Ja ne, Yama-chan!"

"Yeah, bye!"

The pair departed into different directions, unaware that in the shadows a pair of Chocolate brown eyes was watching them. The owner of the eyes gazed upon his love before running off back into the shadows. "Aishiteru…."

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Ken had returned to his base, completely fixated on his thoughts. How was it possible that this boy knew his true identity? Did the other children know as well? How did he know about Osamu? For the first time in years Ken felt the tears well up his eyes, but he held them back with all his strength. He couldn't cry. Crying was a sign of weakness, and he was anything but weak. Lifting himself off his chair, he walked over to a rather cabinet. He bent down to the very bottom and opened a small, almost invisible drawer. Out of it he took a photograph. He looked exactly like the boy in the picture.

"Osamu…"

"Ken!"

Ken instantly turned around, hiding the photo behind his back. A small bug-like Digimon peered in the door.

"Are you alright?" Wormmon asked softly.

Ken grabbed his whip and moved towards the door. He struck the whip at the pathetic worm, slashing part of its face. The Digimon cried out in pain as it was tossed against the wall.

"How dare you call me by that name?! I told you never to call me that! Never!"

Wormmon looked up frightfully at his master. Tears formed in his eyes, as blood leaked out over his skin. This was not the first time he had been struck at by Ken. The Kaiser had done this many times to him. Strangely it happened when he was concerning over or being kind towards his master. Yet it wasn't the scars and bruises that hurt him. It was Ken's cruel and spiteful nature towards him that hurt the most. It was hard being with someone you loved so dearly, and yet they didn't care for you back. Or worst someone who you loved hated you back with a passion. Despite this, he stuck by his master, believing hat Ken would one-day act the way he used to in the old days. This deep belief was the only thing that kept the poor Digimon going.

"I'm sorry master. I was just worried that's all."

Ken glared at him in disgust. He turned away and returned to the cabinet. Quickly he shoved the picture back, and slammed the drawer shut. Standing back up, he let out a sigh allowing his temper to cool. He walked back to his throne and turned to Wormmon.

Who was that boy, the blond boy who foolishly confronted me today?"

"I'm not sure, but I think I heard one of the other children call him Yamato once."

A keyboard flashed in front of Ken, and instantly he started to type. A satisfied smile spread across his face. "Yes….Ishida, Yamato, the original keeper of Friendship. Has a Gabumon that can evolve up to its Mega form of Metalgarurumon. Very interesting, very interesting indeed. That Metalgarurumon of his would do me a great deal of power if it came into my hands. To bad, instead I get stuck with a worthless partner like you."

Wormmon whimpered silently and backed away.

"Well Yamato it seems like I shall be seeing you very soon."

"What do you mean master?" asked Wormmon cautiously.

"We're going to have a visitor very soon." Ken's smile, darkened. Suddenly his tone softened. "Hope he enjoys his visit, cause when I'm through with him, he'll never be leaving…"

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Yamato lay on top of his bed, again trapped within his thoughts. Taichi was right, it was going to be difficult to overcome the powers of the Digimon Kaiser. But he knew there had to be a way to stop him, he just had to figure it out. Guilt was torturing him right now. He was the only one who knew the Kaisers true identity. He wanted to tell the others, but something deep down inside of his told him to keep the secret hidden. He sighed. He wasn't sure whether to listen to this feeling or not.

He winced and turned over, pulling the covers over his frail pale body. If he was the only one that knew about Ken, then he was the one that had to stop him.

So many thoughts and feelings circled through his mind preventing him from getting any sleep. He slowly crept out of bed and switched on a small lamp, bringing light to the room. He sighed out loud. If only it could be that simple. To turn on a light and make the darkness disappear. Light was powerful, but darkness seemed to possess an even more terrifying force to its advantage.

Yamato too, had his ways with darkness. Back many years ago when he and the original chosen had been fighting against the dark masters, Yamato had questioned his own purpose for existence. After he discovered that his younger brother Takeru no longer needed his protection, he felt his life become empty and meaningless. So he pushed his confusion and anger upon Taichi. Cherrymon convinced him that the only way he could find himself was to defeat his rival.

Yamato dreaded the memory. He had put his best friend in great danger and almost killed him. After this he questioned his Crest of Friendship. Suddenly a thought came to him as he looked back on his memories of darkness. The only emotion he had control of was his anger. Feelings of love, compassion and friendship just seemed to fade away. Perhaps that was why darkness was such a powerful enemy, because it focused on nothing else but winning, by using only one emotion.

Although confused in away, he knew this made some sort of sense. But emotions such a love, compassion, friendship were needed to maintain the balance of the world. He doubted if such feelings did not exist, then the whole planet would become a complete wasteland. This was Ken was aiming for, to make such pitiful emotions disappear, to focus his soul, body and mind upon gaining control of the Digital world.

Getting up, Yamato walked towards his desk and opened the bottom drawer. In it, was a small box with the word memories inscribed on the lid. There wasn't much in the box at all. He only wished to keep memories of the good things in his life not the bad, but unfortunately most of his life had been an unpleasant one. The divorce between his parents left a deep scar, affecting his personality.

He could barely remember his Otousan, Okaasan, Takeru and himself being together as a family. But one memory he could never forget was the last Christmas before his parents divorced. The day had been great. Back then they had all really cared for each other, but now everything seemed to be falling apart. He could never understand on that day how much his parents cared for each other, yet a few months later they could barely stand to be around each other.

In his hand he held a photograph of his family together. His eyes were focused on the younger version of Takeru. A painful memory from the Digital world was still present in his mind, remembering Takeru telling him he never really needed him. After hearing this, his whole purpose in life was destroyed.

He had many friends, he had his band mates, his dad, Taichi, but at times he still felt lonely. A true friend was hard to find. And a lot of the times it seemed like the whole world was just based upon cruelty and greed. In natural fact, Yamato hated most humans. They only cared for themselves and hurt others to make themselves feel better. The Kaiser was like this, only one hundred times worst than a normal human being. This made him despise Ken. He placed the photograph back in the box, and stretched his hand to the bottom for something else.

He took out another picture. In the photo stood himself aged eight and another boy slightly older than himself. The other boy had darkish blue hair and a rather pale face. The boy resembled someone Yamato knew and deeply hated. They were so different yet so alike. Yamato grunted and placed the photograph back in the box. He threw it back in the drawer and slammed it shut. He got up angrily, clinching his fists tightly together. "Ken I'll get you. I'll get you if it's the last thing I ever do!"

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Through the next few days, Taichi saw a change in Yamato. Lately he had become quieter and distant, constantly lost in his thoughts. The brunette was worried for his friend but didn't really know how to approach the situation. Yamato had always liked to keep things to himself and appreciated his privacy, but still Taichi didn't want to sit back and do nothing. During the school break he went in search of his blond friend. He found him sitting on a wall all alone. Sighing, he slowly approached the him.

"Mind if I join you?"

Yamato nodded without even glancing at him.

"So what are you doing?" asked Taichi, in hope of a conversation.

He shrugged, continuing not to look at Taichi. "Nothing just thinking that's all."

Taichi laughed trying to lighten the mood. "You can't think about nothing."

"Look it's none of your damn business!" Yamato snapped back angrily.

Taichi looked hurt, but apologised. "Sorry I was just worried about you Yamato. You've been acting really different these past few days. Are you okay? Is sometime wrong?"

Yamato gazed back at Taichi. Guilt came over him, he hated hurting his friend. He stood up and gently placed his hand on Taichi's shoulder.

"Look Taichi, I'm sorry for yelling at you like that, I'm just really confused about some stuff at the moment and I think I just need some time alone, okay?"

Taichi nodded and watched as he started to walk away.

Yamato turned back to his friend and smiled. "Don't worry I'm fine. I'll see you in Biology."

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Yamato let out a loud sigh as he opened the door of his apartment. "I'm home!" he yelled expecting a reply. But no one answered. The whole apartment was shrouded in darkness. Yamato switched on the light and headed into the kitchen.

"Dad are you home?"

Suddenly he walked over to the fridge noticing a note pinned to it. It was from his Otousan, telling him that he would be working late again. Yamato frowned. He never got to see him much now. He had hoped they would have been able to spend sometime together. But once again he was wrong. "Looks like I'll be here myself again."

Sighing, he walked into the living room and threw himself on the couch. Hopefully watching some television would distract his thoughts from wandering on to the subject of Ken. Every time he thought about him, he just became so mad. He had to find away to stop him, he just had to.

Reluctantly, he picked up the phone and started to dial Taichi's number. He was going to tell him. That was it. After all they had, as much right to know, didn't they? The feeling that had plagued him before telling him to keep it a secret had once again returned. He was about to put the phone down, until suddenly a voice answered.

"Moshi. Moshi. Yagami household. Taichi speaking."

"Um….uh…" Yamato found himself speechless, having no clue at all what to say.

"Is anybody there?"

"Ta-Ta-ichi…."

"Yamato?"

Quickly he shoved the phone down. He hit his lower lip. How was he going to explain that to Taichi?

"Damnit!" Violently he punched his fist against the wall. "Why the hell did I have to be the one to know?!" He fell back down on the couch, grasping hold of his hand he had punched against the wall with his other. His knuckles ached painfully, and tears began to fill his eyes. He sobbed loudly, burying his face in his hands. "Why…Why? Why did you have…to…die?! You were my best friend!" The memories of his dear deceased friend came pouring back into his mind. He was not ready to face them. Not yet….

The hours rolled by and Yamato lay on the couch, lost to his tormented memories. Finally he decided to go to bed, in hope to be rid of the horrible thoughts for a few hours. But no doubt, they would probably catch up to him in his dreams. Before climbing into, he quickly set his alarm clock for school. As he lay down he suddenly remembered something. "Shit!" He had an English essay to hand in tomorrow and he hadn't even started! He liked writing class, but the teacher sure hated him. One time being late and Yamato was Mr. Yamaha's number one victim to get thrown out of the class. He pulled a small disk out of his backpack and quickly started up his computer. He prayed that he hadn't erased the notes from the disk.

I wish Taichi had reminded me that it has to be handed in tomorrow. But then again, I was probably to busy yelling at him to give him a chance.

Yamato let out a sigh of relief, seeing that his notes were still there. But his sigh turned to one of annoyance seeing that it would probably take him all night long to get the essay typed.

As the hours went by, Yamato grew tired and annoyed. "Thank god, this thing has a spellchecker. Maybe I'll finish this thing in the morning, I just need some sleep."

As he went to shut down, a small icon appeared on his screen signalling he had e-mail. "Who would be e-mailing me at this time?" He clicked on the icon and a small screen popped up.

Hello Yamato. I think you should already know who this is. I would like you to come to my base, for I have something of great importance to discus with you. I hope you will be able to attend as soon as possible. And yes do come alone.

Signed: The Digimon Kaiser.

Yamato snorted. "How gullible does he think I am?"

Another piece of text suddenly appeared on the screen.

P.S. Whether you wish not to attend, you really do not have a choice….

"What does he mean I don't have a choice?" wondered Yamato trying to click the screen away.

Suddenly a bright light appeared from his bedside table. "Nani?!"

The light shone brightly and powerfully, that he had to shield his eyes. With his hand covering his eyes he walked to the small table. It was his Digivice. It instantly flew into his hand and pulled him towards the computer. An image flickered upon the screen revealing the Digimon Kaiser. He laughed loudly, baring his evil grin at Yamato.

"I told you, you didn't have a choice!" The image disappeared and a dark mist surrounded Yamato pulling him into the computer. Suddenly, all was black…

Authors Notes: I hope that chapter was okay. Comments are very much appreciated. Thank you for reading. I'll post the next chapter if anyone thinks I should.