Takato looked up to see a small blonde haired, blue eyed boy looking down at him with worry. Takato smiled at him.

"Oh Raiden, I'm fine buddy." He got up and brushed himself off.

The little 7 year old smiled up at him now. "That's good cousin!" He then hugged Takato's legs, making the older boy stumble at first but then pat his little cousin's back.

Raiden was T.K. and Kari's youngest son, and of course he came out looking just like T.K.. Even sporting the color green on his two-toned shirt, but did not wear any sort of hat. He had light blue jeans on, and green and white sneakers. Raiden also had an older brother, Patrick aka Pat, being named after Patamon. He was 10 years old, with short brown hair and blue eyes. He wasn't as friendly as Raiden but very smart and helpful. Takato didn't get to see his cousins much unless he bumped into them at school, he lived out in the woods, far away from the city where most of the other children lived.

"Well, see you later, Takato!" Raiden ran off into the school.

Takato himself made his way inside and went to homeroom. He took his seat, then pulled out his notebook and a pencil. He flipped open the book and began a drawing of what he thought his Digimon partner would look like.

Takato mustn't heard his name for roll call the first time, because his teacher yelled, "TAKATO IZUMI?"

The boy jumped, dropping his pencil on the floor then raised his hand, "Here sir, sorry.." Some of the kids laughed at him, making his cheeks flush red, but he smiled and picked his pencil off the ground.

"Kimi Ishida?"

"Yeah, I'm here." The red-head answered, sounding like she had a bit of an attitude in her voice.

Takato looked over at her. Kimi was only 10 years old but looked older because she was already very "Developed". But that wasn't the only reason she got so much attention, it was also because her father was Matt Ishida, famous lead singer in a band.

Kimi noticed Takato looking, and her blue eyes turned fierce. "What are you looking at punk?"

Takato just quickly looked away and went back to his notebook. She looked a lot like her mother Sora, but she defiantly had her father's attitude. Rough around the edges and stubborn. Takato was glad to get out of homeroom, and away from the diva.


It was finally lunch and Takato's stomach let out one last growl before he sat down with his lunch pal. He pulled out a sandwich, vanilla pudding, an apple and a small carton of milk. He was about to take a bite of his sandwich when a girl came over and asked him, "May I sit here?"

Takato looked up at the girl who was wearing a school uniform. Her dark blue eyes were sweet looking and her blue hair was cut short to her shoulders. Takato felt himself blush.

"Yeah, of course."

"Thank you. My name is Emiko." She sat down at the table with her tray of food.

Takato smiled. "My name is Takato, its nice to meet you Emiko."

She smiled at him then they enjoyed their lunch together.

He learned that Emiko had come here from a private school, hence why she was still use to wearing a uniform, and her favorite class was Art, just like Takato's. Takato quickly grabbed his notebook out of his bag but then hesitated before opening to a page. He was going to show her all the pictures of Digimon he drew, but decided against it, and instead flipped to a page where he had drawn his mother.

"I drew this of my mom." Takato handed Emiko the notebook.

Emiko took it and smiled. "This is wonderful, Takato. She looks so beautiful. You are a true artist." She handed him his notebook back.

Takato was blushing brightly. "You really think so? Wow thanks, Emiko. I bet you're even better!" He smiled at her brightly.

Emiko giggled. "I'll draw you something for next time I see you. I'm glad I met you." She then got up and left the cafeteria with the other kids who were heading to their next class.

Takato was the last one to leave the cafeteria. He neatly packed his lunch pal and notebook back into his back, then swung it over his shoulder when he heard a noise.

"Huh?"

He looked over at the back cafeteria doors that led to the outside seating. He took a step forward in that direction and heard the noise again. It was somewhat faint, sounding like static or buzzing noise. He then jumped at the sound of the late bell going off.

"Crap!"