My Choice. My Life.

Summary: Two kids huddle against the cold in the dangerous streets of Tokyo, Japan. All because of Davis? A story contemplating the question: What if our choices in-directly altered the lives of those around us?

Authors Note: This takes place about 10 years or more after the defeat of MaloMyotismon. The epilogue at the end of '02 doesn't exist, but some ideas have been borrowed from it. This is my first take on what their future might be like. There is plenty of Takari, Taiora, Mimato, and Kenlie to go around. The main focus, however, is on the kids. It may also be depressing in some parts. I wrote this back in January of 2003, but it took me this long to type it up so, if it seems like any ideas have been taken I assure you it is pure coincidence. Also, it may take me a while to update in-between chapters because this is not the only one I'm working on typing up right now. I just wanted to let those of you who like my stories to know that I haven't dropped off the face of the earth.

Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon, you would know by now All non Digimon characters and ideas are mine and shall not be taken without my consent.

Prologue

In the middle of downtown Tokyo, two kids huddled together in the shelter of two buildings. Although the alley didn't provide much shelter, it did block the November winds. A 10 year old girl sat against the building cradling her little brother. He seemed barely a year old. Every now and then a soft whimpering could be heard from the boy. A stray gust of wind blew through the alley, swirling the girls blonde hair around her. She pulled her brother closer to herself. The girl was thin and frail. Her skin was pale. All due to a lack of food. Every ounce of food she got, she gave to her brother. When he was full she would eat what was left, if there was any. The only thing that separated the brother and sister from the other beggars was something in their eyes. Instead of a hollowness or emptiness, their eyes shone with Hope.

The girl coughed a few times as the wind found its way to the alley and swirled around them. She could hardly remember a time when she hadn't lived on the streets or cared for her brother. Any memories she had of her parents were mere feelings. Warm, caring people who held a great Hope in their hearts. Hope. That word drove the girl to keep living, surviving. To face each day with a hope that tomorrow will be better. A young, 10 year old girl, forced to act like 16, caring for her brother like he was her son. What could have caused this? Who was to blame? Or was it just simply a cruel fated destiny.

Authors Note: I know this doesn't sound like a normal prologue, but I didn't know what else to call it. ' I guess you could call it an extended summary. Anyway, please review.