(A/N) This story was written about two years ago and has not been proofread, so expect grammatical errors, spelling mistakes and the whole jest of it. I 'would' edit it, but if I did I don't think I'll have time to edit my other stories before my last school year begins. Another reason why I'm not editing this is because this story was written when I was going through a hard phase of depression; therefore I wrote it with a whole lot of emotion and negativity. I don't plan to revise it again, so I hope you understand my decision...

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The Lone Wolf's Burden

CHAPTER 2

by flipstahhz

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It was a week after the Ishida's terrible family Christmas. Instead of everything being joyous and happy…everything was rather grim. Everything had went wrong. The memory of Christmas Eve was the first. How Yamato and his hopeful brother were waiting for Santa Claus to arrive. The two fell asleep, right next to their Christmas tree, and were abruptly woken up by their parents fighting yet again.

Matt had the perfect idea what was going to happen this afternoon and wasn't surprised about…he had expected it for quite some time now. His father had forced him to pack his bags while his mother was helping Takeru do the same with his toys and objects. His parents didn't tell them anything that was going to occur. He was certain they were going to move from Highton View Terrace.

As Matt was packing him he was about to put a picture frame into one of his suitcases. He paused and turned the frame around to depict his family portrait that was taken a year ago. It showed himself with a ecstatic grin and he had his arm around his energetic brother who looked as if he were going to jump any second. His parents had their arms around each other lovingly. It was perfect…

but he knew it wouldn't stay like that any longer…

"Matt are you finished yet?" a feint voice of his mother echoed all the way to his room, from downstairs.

"Coming!" he thrust the photo in his bag and hurried down the steps but with care.

He gazed around him to see that almost all their things were packed and were separated into two different sections. His father gave him a look of observation while his mother stared at him as if she was about to burst out into tears any moment.

"Put your luggage here," Mr. Ishida ordered as he gestured the direction to one of the piles.

"Where are we going? What's happening?" Matt asked as he sensed the dramatic atmosphere around him as he placed his heavy suitcases next to his father's possessions.

"We're going to take different cars to move into our new house," Mrs. Takaishi, his mother, replied, "Matt could you come here for a minute…before we leave, that is."

"Sure," Matt made his way towards his mother as he eyed his younger brother that was gripping some object very hard with hints of curiosity.

Nancy let go of her purse and TK's hand and trapped Matt in a tight embrace, sobbing into his shirt.

Yamato was taken back, he didn't understand what was going on…

"Why are you hugging me Mom? It's not like I'm going to see you in a very long time…you know that!"

"Honey," she sniffed and brushed Matt's dirty blond hair away from his concerned face, "I know…it's just I'm going to miss you on our long trip that's it…I hope you will like Odaiba baby…"

"Yeah," Matt said still appearing confused, "Hey bro, this is for you."

Takeru grinned happily and tugged the dark green hat over his messy hair, "Thanks Matt! And I got you sumfin too!"

TK opened his hand slowly to reveal a harmonica with small engravements on it.

Yamato laughed in reply, "That's what I gave you for your birthday…do you really want to give it back to me?"

"You play good mosic Matt! Anyway, I dunno how to play so I tout you'd wan it," TK giggled as Matt accepted his present and placed it into his pocket.

"We've got to go now Matt," his father interrupted the last time they would see each other again.

Their mother gave Matt one final kiss and each parent held one of their sons on the arm …

pulling them away from each other…

"BYE MATTTTT!" Takeru called.

"BYE TK!" yelled Matt back…not knowing that he was going to change greatly from that day.

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