Déjà Vu

Summary: This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to be home. Not here, helping their future selves defeat an enemy whom they thought they had already slain.

Chapter 1: Tachikawa Is The Name

The Seadramon growled softly. A familiar white glow consumed it and the Chosen, finally granted the ability to move, they cringed at the sharp flash.

They turned and looked as the lumbering creature shrank and reshaped. Why was this so familiar? The glowing mass had a long fin jutting out from a frog-like base. Much like that of a shark but less sharp, instead more rounded. The frog-like body of the glowing mass had legs that were oddly shot and stubby with one giant claw at the end of each limb (four in total).

The creature stopped glowing and a small amphibious creature with two big red eyes that hardly looked threatening and was green and blue with a large red fin shooting up from its back. It blinked once and turned towards the other side of the lake.

"Michael! Michael!" the small Digimon wailed, "Michael! There are people here! I think they're lost!"

"Hang on, Betamon! I'll be there soon!" another voice from across the lake wailed, "I can't swim across!"

The creature –Betamon- blinked.

"My name is Betamon. What's yours?" Betamon said a bit shyly.

The Chosen remained silent, confused and a bit taken a back by the turn of events.

Koushiro nudged Taichi towards Beatmon, gesturing not to be rude.

"Well… Uh…" began Taichi.

"Betamon! Where are they?" huffed a blond boy as he ran towards the green Digimon.

He panted and wiped some sweat out of his curly blond hair, cut neatly above his neck, as he shaded his eyes from the sun. He stood up from his tired crouching position. There was a grin on his face as he smoothed out his T-shirt and greeted the Chosen.

"My name's Michael," he said in Japanese trying to disguise his American accent but failing miserably.

As there was no reply the boy- Michael- frowned and mumbled, "You don't speak Japanese? You look Japanese…"

He was ranting, still in Japanese- mind you. He looked up with cool eyes and spoke once more- but in English.

"I'm Mi-"

"We speak Japanese. We're sorry for not replying," interrupted Taichi, "We were just a little surprised."

"Oh," Michael responded a little disappointed, "I was hoping you spoke English. I'm not that good with Japanese."

"I can tell. My name's Taichi," the brunette smiled, "the short blonde kid is Takeru, that's my sister Hikari, Jyou's the one in the glasses, Yamato is wearing a green shirt, Sora is the one with the hat, Koushiro has a computer with him. Oh, and Mimi is the one in pink."

"Mimi?" inquired Michael, "I have a friend called Mimi. She's from Japan too. Maybe you should be talking to her. She's tons better at the language than me."

The Chosen smiled. This Michael kid seemed friendly enough. Maybe he could get them home. He seemed to know about Digimon.

"Hey, where are your partners? It isn't really safe or nice to go without them," remarked Michael.

Taichi blinked. "Partners?"

"Yeah, don't tell me you don't know about your Digimon partners. You're in the Digimon world!"

"We're still in the Digimon world?" remarked Koushiro as he ran ahead towards Michael who was leading them.

"Yeah, why?"

"We were supposed to be back home in the real world!" wailed Koushiro becoming nervous about his fate.

"Relax! We'll just open a portal to wherever you live. I'm sure one of Mimi's friends from Japan will help," calmed Michael, "Daisuke's a sucker for pretty girls!"

"Who's Daisuke?" asked Takeru.

Yamato merely rolled his eyes at the young boy's rudeness.

"Motomiya Daisuke. He's a chosen child. Like us," answered Michael.

Hikari immediately tugged her brother's short leg. "Big brother! I have a friend named Motomiya Daisuke! Is he a-?"

"Motomiya is a common name, Hikari. So is Daisuke. It's probably a coincidence," smiled her brother.

"Oh. Okay."

They walked along the lake, the soil seemed drier than it was when they left a few minutes ago and the surroundings seemed more battered and worn.

The Chosen's legs were used to long marches, be it in the baking sun or dry cold. Their feet were their main method of transportation, after all. Their eyes scanned the surroundings that were almost identical to those they had once seen. The long march gave them enough time to examine Michael.

He was American that much was certain. Blond curly hair that looked nothing like the golden shades worn on Yamato or Takeru. It seemed soft in texture, almost bouncy. Every stand looked fine in thickness. His face had sharp, pronounced features that seemed to have once belonged to an American movie star but shrank down and altered to fit the rounder face of a child. His skin was lightly flushed showing he had obviously been sprinting towards them. His wore a light green T-shirt, darker green in places and a pair of jeans that looked like actual authentic denim and not cotton dyed to look like it. His hands were neatly placed at his sides and he was humming an American pop song they had never heard.

How could this boy be so calm when the world had nearly ended? Wasn't he freaked out in the slightest? How did he get here? Why wasn't he helping in the battle against Apocalymon? What was going on?

"So… You just left your partners here?" questioned Michael, slanting his eyes.

"We were coming back! We promised to come back!" piped up little Takeru smiling.

Michael relaxed slightly, glad that these people were not cruel, "So which Digimon are your partners. That is, if you don't mind me asking."

The Chosen smiled, happy that they could grant his request.

"Ever seen an Agumon? He's my partner! The orange dinosaur and I make a killer team!" gloated Taichi, old tendencies returning.

"My partner's a Patamon! He can pack a real punch, you know!" said Takeru.

"Tailmon," said Hikari.

"Piyomon," said Sora proudly.

"Tentomon."

"Gabumon."

"Gomamon."

"Palmon."

At the mention of Palmon Michael turned his head to face the hunny-eyed girl and smiled while still walking.

"You and my Mimi have a lot in common," Michael remarked.

Koushiro frowned in confusion. " 'My Mimi'? Are you dating her?"

Michael blushed rapidly, "No! No way! I mean she's a great girl and all but I… It's just…"

"Don't worry," Yamato chuckled, "No need to tell us."

The group laughed.

It was laughter they hadn't heard in a while and the smiles were wide on their faces. For the first time in weeks, the Chosen Children felt truly normal.

Michael had stopped and gestured to a girl wearing a short white skirt and a Blue and red T-shirt a yellow star on top of the striped pattern. Her hair was cut in curtains and was dyed pink with yellow stars dotted through out; her honey-colored eyes looked strangely familiar.

She put her hand forward and smiled with a smile resembling the Mimi they knew well, "It's nice to meet you."

Her voice was gentle, comforting and slightly deep. She looked about fourteen but sounded more mature and motherly, "My name's Tachikawa Mimi."