Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon in any way, shape, or form. ^cries^ Life's not fair. This ficcy be a Takari, so if you don't like, don't read. Oi, and if you were wondering, Akira is Kari's son, and Katsuro is T.K.'s. I need some suggestions for new names! O_o
Italics: thinking
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Ch.4
Hello, is this Katsuro? Akira hooked the headset over his ear.
Sure is. And who do I have the pleasure of conversing with? Katsuro replied.
Oh, hey Akira, Katsuro's voice relaxed, What is it?
Have you dug up any photos of our parents yet? Akira asked.
Katsuro replied, I've got a whole shoebox full of them!
Akira exclaimed, Bring them to school tomorrow. Okay?
Sure. Did you find any stuff? Katsuro asked.
Not really, Akira paused, I didn't take a very good look though... There doesn't seem to be anything except one photo.
It's of Mom and T.K., Akira continued, I can't really describe it, but I'll bring it tomorrow.
Okay. That's sort of strange, Katsuro mused, I wonder if she has any other pictures...
Mom's out though, so I'll keep looking, Akira suggested.
Katsuro replied, I'll leave you to it then. Good-bye.
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Thank you for the wonderful evening, T.K., Kari smiled, I really enjoyed it.
Me too, Kari, T.K. looked up at the sky, the stars barely visible through the haze of streetlights. It certainly brings back old memories, doesn't it?
Definitely... I'll call you, okay?
Sure. Good-bye Kari.
Good-bye, T.K. Kari knew T.K. was waving, even as she she turned the corner towards home. Can I go back? I want to... I really do...
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T.K. watched Kari's back as she disappeared around the corner. How could I have abandoned her? How could we end up this way? She seemed so distant though... Does she really love me, or is she just being polite. I don't know...
And somehow, even with all the hints Kari had given him, T.K. decided she didn't.
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Neko's note: Wai! I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long!!! There are a bunch more chapters, so expect them soon.
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