Takato's mom had decided to take the situation that was me over while his dad began to ready their bakery for business.

"Your parents run a bakery?" I asked while I followed his mom. They were going to take me down to the nearest police station, an idea I was not fond of, but it was necessary in order to carry on the whole I-have-no-memory plan. As we headed down there I couldn't help but to gape at some of the things people where carrying and doing. Had I been in my room too long brooding? Or maybe technology progresses faster than I thought.

"Yeah, it's pretty neat, we get to have the left over bread. My dad used to run a noodle cart before he met my mom, then he shut down the cart and instead turned to bread." I nodded, amused at Takato's enthusiasm with his family's business.

We chatted for a little bit longer, nothing that was too personal, that was out of the option for a conversation between two almost strangers. The police station ended up being super boring. A few men talked to me and asked me questions, most of which I just answered 'I don't know' or 'I can't remember' to. We had to wait in the front room for a little bit after that. More like a very boring half an hour.

"We've searched the data banks." Everyone's head lifted as one of the men came out of the room. "We can't find any missing people with the name Takeru Takaishi. We even went back to missing people reports from up to 16 years ago, but we can't find anyone that matches your profile, if we went back any farther, well, you wouldn't have been born. Surely you can't be more than 16 years old?" I shook my head as a reply, as I was, in fact, sixteen years old.

After that they let us go, and on the way back to Takato's house we had a much needed talk.

"So what are we going to do with TK?" Takato asked his mom. She seemed to mull over it as we walked into the bakery.

"I don't know Takato. An orphanage is probably the best way to go…" A cold hand gripped my heart at that. This can't be right, I can't be here only to become an orphan.

"Why don't we take Takeru in?" Takato's dad walked up to us, washing him hands. He had an apron on, flour covering all of his clothes, even in his hair. "I mean, he can share a room with Takato or sleep on the couch, besides, it doesn't feel right to let him go with no memory."

"That sounds like a great idea! Doesn't it, Tk?" Takato turned towards me.

"Um, yeah, I think that would be awesome, if you're willing to have me." Takato's face lit up.

"Come on, I'll show you around the town. A few of my friends want to meet up at the park, I can introduce you to them!" He took my hand we started on our way to who knows where, and my heart became lighter.


"Okay, don't freak out." Takato said as we walked into what appeared to be a less popular part of the park.

"I won't, um… why exactly would I freak out?" I asked as I eyed the pathway that was going to a mildly destroyed cement shelter.

"Heh, well, you see-"

"Takato-mon!" A babyish voice exclaimed and my eyes turned to see a red figure burst out of the bushes and tackle Takato to the ground.

"Woah, buddy, calm down." I was shocked to see what appeared to be a red dinosaur with black markings. The digivice in my pocket vibrated a bit, though I didn't want to give away that I had one, so I only had to assume that it was some Digimon, though it wasn't one I'd ever seen before. I unconsciously took a step back. The Digimon looked up from Takato and met my eyes, giving me a sniff.

"Takato-mon, who is this?" Takato seemed to just remember that I was here.

"Oh! TK, this is Guilmon. Guilmon, this is TK." Takato was eyeing me carefully ass if waiting for me to freak out. Guilmon got off of Takato and walked up to me, sniffing me a bit more.

"He smells funny." He commented and I slowly put my hand down to pat his head. I heard more than saw Takato relax.

"Come on you two, Kenta, Kazu, and then others are waiting for us just a little further." We hurried and started to follow Takato. The Digmon, Guilmon, obviously was Takato's, and now that I was mentally kicking myself for not guessing that he was a digidestined.

Kenta and Kazu turned out to be pretty cool guys, both of them apparently old friends of Takato's, along with a girl named Jerry and a few other classmates. The entire afternoon was spent mostly playing with Guilmon, another unfamiliar Digimon named Calumon showed up.

It was pretty smooth until Yet another Digimon (seriously, how many were there here) showed up and told Takato troubling news.

"No!" Takato yelled. "This isn't a game, okay? You guys can't come with me!" Guilmon was digging with… Digmon's drills. This was certainly new, they didn't have something fancy like that from when he was from. That's right, I wasn't entirely positive, but his latest hunch was that he was in fact several, if not many, years into the future.

"Guys!" I yelled at the other kids. "Just let him go and help his friends." The others eventually gave in and let him go. I looked down the hole sadly. I'd love to go with him, but without Patamon… I'd just be dead weight.


"We did it!" Takato yelled in success as the snake Digimon started to disappear into data.

"This is not over, Tamers. While I may fall, my brethren with rise up! How arrogant you are! You will need all four of you to defeat the others!" It started to laugh before it was completely gone. Rika turned to Henry and Takato.

"What does he mean 'all four of you'?" Takato shrugged.

"Maybe he means that there's another kid with a digivice out there." Henry suggested, and the three of them shared a look. They had a feeling things were not gonna be the same from here on out, for multiple reasons.


"Hey dad, I'm home!" Henry called as he entered his house, carrying Terriermon in order to continue the guise that he was just a toy. His dad looked up from whatever it was that he was working on, pushing his glasses up a bit.

Henry's dad was the epitome of a nerd. His face was longer and his cobalt blue hair was the same color as Henry's own. His build was fairly skinny and his eyes were behind wire frames. He was currently working on some paperwork, well, on several stacks of paperwork.

"Oh, Henry, you're home." His eyes landed on Terriermon for perhaps a few seconds longer than Henry would have liked, but his dad did that every time, so he just assumed that his dad's favorite Digimon was Terriermon or something, seeing as he was one of the creators of the game. "I hope you weren't down in the subway today, apparently there was a gas leak or something."

"Oh, yeah, don't worry about it." It always amused Henry what people came up with whenever something unusual (read: Digmon related) happened. His dads eyes landed on his arm, which sported a cut that Henry had obtained during their battle.

"Henry, come over here, let me take a look at that." Henry had to resist an eye roll. His dad had a thing about cleaning up their every little scrape they ever got. He walked over to his dad who opened up his bag and pulled out some bandages and rubbing alcohol. The cute wasn't that bad, not too deep, but it was a little long.

He winced as the alcohol was rubbed on, the cotton ball coming back pink, before his dad wrapped it in a bandage. The story goes that his dad had originally wanted to be a doctor, had for his entire childhood and even part of his adult years, but had found a knack to coding games and had switched career choices, though Henry wasn't sure how willing that change had been, counting on his enthusiasm for playing nurse with them.

"Thanks dad, sorry, I fell down some stairs." His dad nodded in understanding, buying the lie, hook, line, and sinker. Henry scooped Terriermon back into his arms and headed to his room, just praying he wouldn't run into Suzie before he got there.


Here you go, the new chapter (I know, that was pretty fast for me, but a certain someone gave me an amazing review and I just had to) I am going to be changing some characters a bit, you'll find out why later, so for now try and imagine some of them a little differently if I end describing them a bit different. They still should be at be moderately the same with few exceptions. Well, I hope you enjoy this kind of slow chapter, but I had to get all this boring introductory stuff out of the way, hopefully it will pick up next chapter, until then! ;)

~the-east-hunter