Disclaimer: Sorry another long break, I did a play and I wasn't able to write for 2 ½ months, sorry but it did give me time to think and it turns out the last chapter running long was a good thing…. Anyway I don't own digimon so… yeah.

Chapter 14:

Brotherly Love

"So what do you think, can your team get that thing out of my little TK?" Ms. Takashi asked her bother worriedly as they stared at a monitor featuring their relative in a windowless holding cell.

Mitsuo struggled to escape his sister's glare but was ultimately trapped, "I'm sorry but according to our tests, any attempt to remove the entity could prove fatal. It seems to have encrypted its data deep within the boy's mind, even in the best case scenario; TK would be a vegetable for the rest of his life."

"So you're saying there's nothing you can do," Nancy replied, breaking the gaze.

"I never said that," the blond man smirked as he pulled up a picture on another monitor, "You see four years ago we began working on a program to control the digimon that were too large to destroy. We called it project ICTOAN. From what we can figure out, the Digimon inside of TK's mind seems to be missing much of its original data. Normally in this case the digimon would automatically absorb the data around it and reconfigure it into its missing parts but it appears that the programs that would normally reconfigure the data are gone as well. Because of this the digimon seems to be absorbing vast amounts of data constantly, as you can see from this scan of your son's brain. We believe that if we alter the ICTOAN program into a signal, the digimon will absorb its data and lose control."

Pretending that she had listened to the explanation, Nancy stared into her brother's sunglass covered eyes and smiled, "So do you think it will work?"

"According to our calculations there's an eighty-seven percent chance the program will be effective."

"You didn't answer my question, what do you think?"

"I think he's got a good shot."

Meanwhile in his cell, TK appeared to be deep in thought as he sat across the provided blue bed with his hand under his chin, 'You might as well give up Devimon, you know as I do there's no way out of this room.'

'There is always a way, you simply need to know the right moves,' TK's face smirked as the Digimon thought those words to his host.

'You mean like earlier today,' a smug mental image appeared in Devimon's mind.

'That was….an unfortunate miscalculation; I assure you it won't happen again,' as he went back to thinking he could hear the muffled beeps of the keypad lock on his door being pressed. He held back a smirk as the orderly quickly slipped in some food on a Styrofoam tray and left.

Earlier That Day

(aka about an hour after the end of last chapter)

As Davis laid across TK's bed bored, barely paying attention to the possessed boy strapped to the chair next to him, the screen of Takeru's laptop began to shine. When the light faded, a blond college boy was standing in the room.

"So, he behaving?" Matt asked as he stared at the back of his possessed brother's head.

"Yeah, he kept trying to get me to untie him but don't worry I didn't fall for it. 'I have to go to the bathroom,' hmph like that's true," Davis reported proudly as Devimon rolled his eyes.

"I've been tied to this chair for two hours and TK has issues with school bathrooms!" TK yelled as he shook in the chair for a moment, stopping as the sharp pain from his ribs struck, 'Did you really have to add that last part Devimon?' an embarrassed voice echoed inside the head. His shoulders simply shrugged as Matt dismissed the red headed digidestined.

Once alone, the two 'brothers' simple stared at one another for the longest time, Matt with a look of both anger and pity as TK simply stared back at him with the confident smirk plastered across his face which had started to almost come naturally to the muscles in his mouth.

It was a full ten minutes before one of them finally chose to speak, "You're awfully chatty. What, can't talk big without you're little gang around you?"

"Shut up," Matt snarled, breaking the long glare that the two shared.

"Calm down, are you always this hostile when someone tries to make a little conversation?" TK continued to smirk as he toyed with the college student.

"When they do what you did, yeah," Matt sneered, looking away for a moment.

"Hmm you're acting as if I took your body."

"Well you'll be out of there soon enough anyway, and then I'll never have to see that smug little smile again," Matt retorted, holding back his temper.

Devimon simply continued to stare ahead confidently as he replied, "I still don't see why you're taking things so personally, you two don't even live together."

"You don't understand, he's my responsibility, it's my job to look after him. And you took him away, you took away everything TK!" the blond boy finally vented as the younger boy's blue eyes widened.

'TK? Hm well this could be the opportunity I've been looking for,' Devimon thought, smirking for a moment before it seemed to fall apart. Something in his gut was warning him for some reason unknown to the ancient digimon. 'Time to go to sleep TK,' he thought and before the boy had the chance to respond, his mind was knocked unconscious.

"Yamaki, we've caught this kid trying to sneak onto the base. He claims to know you, can you confirm this?" a man in a black suit asked, dragging along a cuffed blond.

"It's alright, he's my nephew," the man replied as the security guard released Matt from his grip, "I was wondering when you'd show up, I'll take you to TK if you'd like. He's after and sound downstairs behind a thirty digit padlock door."

"No thanks, I just came to give you this," out of his pocket, Matt retrieved a small audio recorder, "I meant to give this to you earlier but I kinda forgot in the havoc. I used it to tape record our interview with Devimon. It's mostly BS but I thought maybe it would be useful. Well anyway I'll be going now."

"No wait, I'd like you to meet a few people," Yamaki told his nephew then whispered in a woman's ear and handed of the tape recorder. The two blonds walked through a nearby door leading to a room filled with busy scientists, "I'd like to introduce you to the Monster Makers, the creators of the digital world."

"Are you serious? These guys are the original creators of the digital world?"

"Yeah I just said that three seconds ago, anyway we're hoping with their expertise we may be able to help TK."

"Hey wait a minute I think I remember some kid talking about his father being one of the creators. Now what was that kid's name?"

"Was he about sixteen with unnaturally blue hair?" Yamaki asked. Matt nodded. "That's Henry; actually I think he's around here somewhere."

"Someone call me?"

'I think it's time,' Devimon smirked as he rose from the bed.

'What are you doing?'

'You'll see,' the boy held his injured bones tightly as he walked over to the barred window on the door. Steadying his weakened body against the metal, he stuck his arm through the bars and felt for the small keypad. Devimon could feel the shapes of the small numbers on the keypad as he pressed each button and listened for the noise, "-bit- one, -beep- two, -bleet- three, -bu- four, -be- five, -boop- six, -dwap- seven, -bot- eight, -eet- nine, -bop- oh, -dee- enter."

'Something tells me the code isn't 1234567890,' TK cackled inside his head but received no response from his possessor.

'Just watch TK,' his blue eyes went glassy as Devimon looked back on TK's earlier memory of the guard unlocking the door, "-bleet-" "-bleet- three." Once again the teenager's fingers went over the keypad and pressed down on the number three,

"Yamaki we've finished analyzing the tape," the woman from before reported as she placed the recorder on a nearby table.

"That was quick," Yamaki remarked as he walked over to her.

"There doesn't seem to be anything relevant to aiding your nephew but there does seem to be some information that could be crucial to our mapping of the digital world."

"Alright then play it," the blond man told her. She pressed the black play button and the scene from earlier that day played out. Matt sat down in a nearby wheelie chair; rolling his eyes as the adults and Henry listened to 'the legend' he had heard earlier that same day. It wasn't until the sound of a door closing on the tape that he became interested.

"I suppose you're probably wondering why I didn't tell them the truth."

"Not really."

"Be that as it may, I implore you to you to tell them no more. If they were to find out the truth, I don't believe they would be able to do what needs to be done."

"So what, I told you before I don't really care, no matter how this battle ends, I'll win."

"Hmm if you won't do it for them, then do it for yourself, who you used to be."

"You know as well as I do that that part of my life has been over for a thousand years, ever since…So what now, are you going to do away with the kid and me, like your kind did with the others?"

"I'm afraid so, I can't allow your evil to corrupt the digidestined."

"I suppose if you must but first may I ask you a question? Do you even remember their names?"

"Yes, their names were Takemi, Hajime, Yue, Hiroshi, and Naruki."

Matt was not the only one confused as the tape played. Henry's father seemed distraught as the name's were listed, "Is everything alright?" Yamaki asked the blue haired man after stopping the tape.

"It's nothing, it's just… Hajime was the name of my younger brother, but he disappeared twenty four years ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry. But still perhaps it may be a good idea to find out who those children were. Jenkins, search the news reports and missing persons since the digimon project started to see if we can find a connection. The rest of you back to work, we'll finish the rest of this later" Yamaki ordered his agents. They all obeyed without question with the exception of the woman who had give him the tape.

Matt watched as she whispered in his uncle's ear. Her voice was to quiet for him to hear but only a fool wouldn't notice the way she kept staring at the college boy as she spoke. Eying him in a way that told him she knew everything, 'Oh no I thought I erased the end of the tape, they must have recovered it somehow. What am I going to do?' the words ran through his mind as his uncle drew near.

"Henry, they'd like to speak with for a few minutes," the man informed formed the blue haired boy behind his nephew. Henry nodded and followed the woman out of the room. Yamaki's focus fell back to his nephew who seemed to be releasing a along sigh, "You look relieved kid, guess that means your hiding something eh?" he joked, unaware his accuracy.

With the boy's mind out of harm's way, the feeling in the pit of Devimon's stomach dissipated, and his ambition was renewed, "TK huh? People tell me all the time I look just like him but I never thought you would," the boy taunted as he connected with 'his brother's' eyes.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean," Matt retorted, before finally realizing what he meant.

TK continued to smirk as he watched Yamato attempt to mask the shock on his face, "I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"

"Look it was just a lip of the tongue. I mean you're in my brother's body, it' natural that I might accidentally call you him," Matt said, his voice shaking as though he were trying to convince himself that his words were true.

"Maybe, or perhaps maybe, he's the one our truly upset with, maybe your just using me as an excuse to let out the true animosity you have towards your brother."

"What the hell are you talking about, why would I hate my own little brother?"

"I don't know, maybe because you blame him for your parent's divorce. Maybe two children was just to much for them to handle, life was so much simpler when it was just the three of you, now wasn't it?"

"Shut up, that's not true!" Matt yelled, grabbing the back of the chair and boxing the younger boy in.

"Of course it is, but who could blame you for being angry. You were sent off to live with good-old ineffectual dad, while your brother got to go home with mom. He stole from you every bedtime story, every good night hug, every 'I love you' you wished you could have as you sat up late at night, waiting for Dad to get home from the overtime he needed to put in to support two families."

"Stop it, I love my little brother."

"And on top of that, they expected you to watch over HIM. To protect HIM. To give up your life and friendships for your spoiled little brother."

"It wasn't like that I swe…"

"Just keep telling yourself that. But in your heart of hearts you know it to be true, you said it yourself, 'You took away everything TK!'"

"Please just stop!" Matt yelled through the tears running down his red face.

"Why? Don't you want to know what he thinks about you?" TK smirked cockily as he watched the older boy snap before his eyes.

Matt's blurred vision turn red from a hatred that can only be brought on by a man in hopeless denial, and before he knew what he was doing, his fist had made contact with the younger blonde's face, knocking over both the boy and the wooden chair he was tied to. Upon impact with the floor, the chair's back broke and the teenager was released from his restraints.

"Yamaki, I think we found a connection," a man entering the room with Henry reported, snapping Matt out of his twenty minute daze.

"And?"

"And it seems that twenty-four years ago, five children disappeared at summer camp, no traces of them were ever found but the camp was shut down, and was reopened eight years ago," he reported, uploading the news paper article onto the screen.

Henry's father watched in shock as the children's pictures appeared on the screen, "That's him, that's my brother Hajime," he announced, pointing at the middle picture captioned, 'Hajime Wong'.

"That's not all dad, look at this one, 'Hiroshi Akiyama,' you don't think he could be related to Ryo Akiyama do you?"

"Hm, you might be on to something," Yamaki said then nodded to one of his men, "Do a search on the families of these children; see if you find anymore connections to the current digidestined."

Henry's father was still in shock from the information, "This means… this means it was my fault m brother disappeared. And the other children. They must have been so scared, can you imagine? Five young kids go to camp for the summer, and wind up living in a digital land."

"Yes, yes I can," Matt replied.

As Yamaki looked over the news article once more, an alert bulletin appeared on the screen:

"Cell B is now open."

'That's odd, TK's next meal shouldn't be until tomorrow morning,' the man thought as he pulled up the video surveillance.

TK's fragile frame leaned in the doorway as the door swung open, 'Time to go,' the boy thought as he pushed himself to his feet and stumbled out the door. He looked from side to side, looking for any sign of an exit. As soon as he spotted the orange sign, he attempted to make a run for the door, not out of fear of the guards, knowing that prisoners were probably to rare for need for such people, but knowing that more likely then not, someone knew of his escape and would soon arrive. Unfortunately his injury was still too fresh, and the ancient digimon was forced to rely on the white wall for support.

'Come on just give up, with my injuries you'll never make it to the end of the hall,' his host's voice echoed in the back of his mind.

'Do I sense a hint of fear?' Devimon replied as he reached for a door. He leaned his ear against it and listened for footsteps, 'Well this must be my luck day, the coast is clear.'

Carefully, he crept up the stairs, holding onto the railing not just for support but to quiet his feet as well. At the top of the stairs, TK once again checked he door and heard no one coming. A moment after walking out the door, a sound echoed through the halls, growing louder every second. TK quickly ducked into a nearby open room and waited for the person to draw near, formulating a plan as he waited amongst the computer equipment. The feet grew ever closer a he scanned the room with his eyes. Like a ticking clock counting down to something yet to come.

In the corner was where TK spotted it, a long metal meter stick, just thick enough to do some damage if swung. He slowly crept over to the stick and picked it up in his hands, tilting it from side to side to get a good idea of the weight. 'This should work,' he thought as he went back to his hiding spot.

The blond watched at an angle through the open door as a man walked past. He was slightly taller then TK himself but that was just fine for Devimon's plans. TK tightened his grip on the cool object as he carefully slipped out of the room behind the man. Quickly the blond lifted the metal stick above his head and before the man knew what was happening he was knocked out cold on the floor.

'Ur that hurt, I don't think I could have taken him if that didn't work,' TK reflected as he bent over the man, one arm holding his injury and his weapon, the other grabbing the black sunglasses on the man's face and slipping them onto his own.

With what little strength he had left, the teenager pulled the man across the floor and into the empty room. He closed the door behind him, locking it for safety, and then turned back to the man. He began to smirk as he removed the white hospital shirt they had given him after the earlier testing,

His back now freed from his restraints, TK managed to slip his arms from their restraints and untie his legs, "Where do you think you're going?" Matt asked as his brother pushed himself to his feet.

"Me, I'm leaving," Devimon answered calmly, staring him straight in the eye as he grabbed TK's wallet off of the dresser.

"You're not getting out of here as long as I'm around, or have you forgotten I'm still bigger then you?"

"Go ahead hit me again, you know you want to," the boy dared as the college boy shook, "Hm, just as I thought, you can't can you? I don't think you'll lay a finger on this body of mine. I think you'll let me walk right through that door, I mean unless you want to hurt TK more then you already have."

Matt stared at the boy as he walked pass, he was right he truly couldn't do a thing.

TK shut the bedroom door behind him as he headed towards the front door, 'That's check, now to find a place with a bathroom,' Devimon mused to himself, his host still sleeping within him, as he grabbed the doorknob.

When he opened the door, a blond man was standing in the hall, "You going somewhere champ?"

TK straightened his tie as he left the room, now clothed as an agent it would be easier for him to make his escape without being recognized. But still he needed to be cautious, if he lingered to long he may lose his opportunity. Besides, he was still a teenager in a building filled with adults and a good look at his face would reveal it in an instant.

Despite all the risks, TK seemed to pass by without even a passing glance. He could soon see the front entrance in his sight and knew he had won, 'Now what was it that you were saying about not making it to the end of the hall?'

'You're not out yet Devimon,' the boy replied, hopeful passion in his "voice".

'I suppose you're right but if no one's stopped us so far, I doubt any one will,' H smirked as he pulled out his stolen ID card and swiped it at the door.

TK felt the cool breeze on his face as the automatic doors slid open, but as he stepped forward he was blocked by a blond man standing outside, "I believe that's checkmate," Yamaki grinned confidently at the teenaged boy.

YEAH I'M FINALLY DONE!!!!! It took forever trying to come up with a good order for the flashbacks and such, and I took a little time on Devimon and Matt's scene so I hope you liked it and if you didn't I'll cry, j/k. I also wrote most of this chapter up on a laptop so there's probably alot of errors and typos I didn't catch so if you remeber any in particular, I'd appreciate you telling me. Anyway...yeah. Don't forget to tip your waitress… I mean review.