AN: This is the Writer. This is the second part of Session 6, which is also a tad long. Enjoy and review, if you feel the need. Session 7 will be up....soon. I have a hazy idea of what comes next, but hazy isn't exactly a good thing in this line of work, is it? Don't despair, please enjoy the moment. The Writer.

Session 6 - The Reunion-

Part 2

He got home fairly quick. Ate fairly quick. He could tell his mom wanted to know where he'd been all day. He'd tell her later. He marched into his room. Still early. Way early. A nap would do him good. He had to be refreshed to talk to Sora later on. He went to sleep.

Everything was different.

Nothing was the same.

Even his dream seemed to manifest his new outlook. These dream, one could almost call them nightmares...they were different. They weren't manifestations of terror whose purpose were to drive him insane. These dreams seemed like events. Memories of a former life. He wasn't really sure what they were. He woke up, weak and disoriented, a blinding headache. Took a look at the time. It was late.

He got up, put his clothes on, another suit, similar to the one he wore earlier on. He looked at himself in the mirror. A different suit, but the same look. He felt it was appropriate. He grabbed his car keys. His phone. There was no one home. Kari was...out. He didn't know where she was, didn't care either.

He stepped outside. Looked at the sky. He'd been doing that a lot lately. It was nearly dark. He went downstairs into the parking lot. Looked at the picture in the visor. He'd get rid of it later. He took off. No worries. There was no deadline. The only problem would be Sora's father. He wasn't worried, but he'd be cautious. He got there reasonably quick. He sat in the car for a moment. Mentally preparing himself. He got out of the car. Went towards the apartment buildings' doors. Hit the buzzer labeled, "Takenouchi".

"Yes?"

"Is this Mr. Takenouchi?"

"This is Taichi Kamiya, I need to speak with you"

There was no noise. The doors's light went green. He went inside. The lobby was the same. The guard was the same. He said nothing to him. The guard made no attempt to stop him. He walked up to the elevator. The doors shut. The muzak was nice. It made him feel at ease. Sora's father wasn't exactly the easiest person to talk to. Twelfth floor. Sora's floor. He stepped out and went ahead to her apartment door. He wanted to knock but he didn't get that chance. Sora's father opened the door immediately.

He gave Tai a sweeping look.

Up and down, analyzing him, and studying him. He would eventually get to know everything that happened.

"You gonna come in?" He was trying to sound like he was in control. He wasn't.

Tai knew that. Stared at him. Sized him up. It had been a long day for Haruhiko Takenouchi. He could see that.

He nodded it. Took off his shoes. Threw them in a corner. The place was a mess. That was Sora's father. They were polar opposites. Her mother and father. He dispelled such thoughts as to how they stayed together.

"What are you doing here, son?"

Taichi sighed. This would not be easy.

"I'm here...because I once wrote something to your daughter, I'd like said letter back"

"I know of the letter you speak of, I read it once"

"Does Sora know about that?"

"I neglected to tell her that, as her father, I have to protect her, sometimes I can, sometimes I can't"

"I see"

No reason to stoke the fire. Not yet.

Taichi looked around as Mr. Takenouchi sat on the couch. Tai leaned against the wall. They were close but at a reasonable distance.

"So...where's the missus?"

Haruhiko smiled. The look of a man playing eight moves ahead. Taichi knew this.

"Out...don't know where exactly, but she'll be back soon, that much I know"

Taichi nodded.

"Just the same" he said, "I think you should leave before she arrives, she's not as forgiving as I am"

Tai said nothing.

"You read the letter"

Haruhiko nodded.

"Why forgive me so easily?"

Haruhiko furrowed his brow. The look of a man thinking.

"You said a lot of hurtful things to my daughter. She still cried for you, despite all you said. Everything you wrote, there were the words of a desperate man, trying to justify his own existence. You wrote in anger. I don't think you meant any of it"

"At the time, I did"

"Do you mean them now?"

"I'm not so sure"

"I see"

Haruhiko got off the couch. Motioned Tai to join him. They walked towards the kitchen. Tai sat at the tabled. Observed Haruhiko lean down and grabbed something from his fridge.

"Beer?"

Tai smiled.

"I have to drive"

He nodded.

He stood upright. Closed the refrigerator door. One beer. Sat across from Tai and opened it. Tai smelled the odor. Paid no attention to it. He looked at his watch.

"Where is she?"

"She's sleeping"

"I'm going to see her eventually, you know that, right?"

He took a drink. A long hard chug.

"I know" replied Haruhiko, "she's had a rough day as well, this time of year, she's not so good"

"I see"

"I think that might have something to do with you"

"I sincerely hope not"

They both nodded. A moment of silence. Mr. Takenouchi drank from his beer. Tai glanced at his watch.

"Be honest with me, Tai, why'd you do it?"

Tai breathed in. Deep and smooth.

"I don't know where I've been, what I've done, but I know why I did what I did. I made a choice. A choice I'm going to have to live with. I want them to understand too, but I don't know if they will"

There was silence.

"How long have you been practicing that?"

"A while now, did I rush it?"

"No"

"I thought I rushed it"

"It was good Tai" said Haruhiko as they both smiled.

"Does that scare you, Tai?"

"Does what scare me?"

"Whether they'll understand or not"

"I just want them to know what's going on, I don't want to keep them in the dark anymore. I don't know what to say to them, but I don't want to keep them out like this"

"Sora got a call from your sister a few hours ago, and I don't think she's up for that right now"

"I'd really appreciate it if you managed to convince her otherwise"

"I'm not making any promises"

Tai nodded.

Haruhiko drank from his beer.

"What if they...don't understand?"

A sign of a man playing eight moves ahead.

Tai smiled.

"It doesn't matter. Life will go on, whether they understand or not, whether they are my friends or not, after all, there are no happy endings...just-"

"-just endings" said Haruhiko

Taichi smiled

"I read that particular part of your letter with great interest, and I sincerely hope you don't still believe that, it was never true"

Tai said nothing. Haruhiko observed him.

This Tai was different. No longer that fun, carefree boy who only wanted to play soccer. The boy who wanted his life to be simple. The boy his daughter had admired for so many years. This man was different. Cold and analytical. Completely rational and at the same time, totally insane. Haruhiko got up. Taichi stood up as well.

"Taichi, please wait for me here, I'll be right back"

Tai sat right back down. Haruhiko left the kitchen.

Taichi thought about what the old man had said.

Did he still believe that?

Absolutely.

He wanted freedom. He wanted purpose. These things he got. He had no desire to be rational. Not when it came to this.

He knew this to be true.

Haruhiko came back with the letter. It was almost 50 pages in total, in a leather folder, with a strap to enclose it.

"I'm giving you this...cause I honestly believe these words were written out of desperation, that things will be different, and that for some reason, you need this. I hope that I'm right"

Tai took the letter and opened it. Saw the first pages. Closed it back up. Looked at his watch.

"I know you have to go, Tai, you've been staring at that watch of yours for quite some time."

Tai nodded. Got up and took the letter in his hands.

They walked out towards the door.

"Listen, Tai, you made a choice. She made a choice. You're going to live with that choice, just like she is, I hope that you can be rational about this and understand, understand that those words aren't true"

Taichi looked down at his shoes, then looked at the door,

"That particular choice she made...destroyed my life. It sounds like an exaggeration, but it's not. Everything I could have been. Everything I should have been. That's all gone. You're right. She made a choice. I got what I wanted, so it doesn't matter anymore. Thank you for understanding, and thank you for the letter. I'll be in touch"

Tai grabbed his shoes and stepped outside.

Haruhiko closed the door behind Tai.

"Who was that?"

He turned around to see his daughter, in wrinkled work clothes. She'd only just woke up.

"An old friend"

"He didn't look old" she replied

"No?" he said as he smiled, his smile died and his face changed.

"Sora, about Kari's call..."

"Whatever it is, it can wait, I don't need any more drama from Kari, I'd just want to go to sleep, go to work and wait for this month to end"

Her father nodded.

He stared into space, thinking. She didn't know what to say.

"Maybe you should go...maybe it'll be different"

"What makes you say that?"

"Gut feeling, that's all"

He walked away from her, into the kitchen.

Would she forgive him?

He didn't know.

Like Tai, it didn't matter. Only time would tell.

The car came to a complete halt. Slowly and carefully, he scanned his horizons. No movement around the area. He got out of the car. Closed the door. Locked it. Stood outside and listened. Smelled. No one around. He could sense that. He walked around towards the trunk of the car. Use the car's electronic key. He saw the black gym bag he'd stashed when he left the house. Grabbed it. Closed the trunk. Took out the black baseball gloves he'd stashed in. They were a snug fit. He looked up at the building. An apartment complex. Not his own.

This was where Matt lived.

He wondered if he still lived here.

That didn't matter. It would be a hard climb.

7 stories. A balcony door to break.

It was the only way.

He swung the bag on. Gave another tug on his gloves. He had to make sure.

Kari had accommodated everyone as well as she could. It was, after all, a small apartment. Some sat on the floor, some on the couch. Everyone had arrived. Everyone...except Matt, Sora, Joe and of course, Mimi.

"We love these reunions, Kari, but why are we here, why now, why so late?" asked Yolei

"Whatever Kari wants to tell us, we should be patient" said Ken.

"Please just be a little more patient" said Kari as she tried to accommodate her guests. It had been a while since everyone had been there. Without Tai, the group had splintered and grown apart.

Things would now change.

For good or bad, Kari didn't know.

All she knew was that Tai was late.

Her mobile vibrated.

The screen said "Tai".

She opened it and answered,

"Where are you? You're late"

The others just watched as she spoke to a complete stranger on the phone.

"I got a little behind on my stops, that's all, I'm on my way"

"Hurry up, they're getting restless"

"I'm nearly there, by the way, who's there, who's missing?"

"Everyone, except for Matt, Sora, Joe, and Mimi"

"Full house"

"What about Sora and Matt?"

"Don't know if they're gonna show up, we'll start without them, Mimi's reasons for not being there are obvious, Joe might not make it but that doesn't matter, he already knows"

"What about his letter?"

"We'll get it later, don't worry"

"OK"

"Gotta go, I'll see you there in just a second"

He hung up.

Kari closed her cell.

The entire room was watching her. Of course, not the room itself but it's occupants.

A lot of questions.

In a short time, there would be answers.

Tai parked his car nearby.

Still didn't know how he came to own it. Didn't care.

Don't question a good thing.

He got out. Looked around. That was becoming a habit.

Like if it was urgent. Like if he had to be vigilant.

He shook off those feelings of paranoia and mistrust and went towards his apartment building.

Opened the door and went inside.

Matt arrived distraught. He didn't know why Sora sounded the way she did on the phone.

He didn't like it.

He didn't like the month.

Didn't like the memories.

The feelings of guilt.

Tai's letter addressed to him expressed his deepest fears, his desires.

Everything he had tried to hide from everyone.

Tai knew. He knew everything.

He had expressed everything so well.

With every sentence he read, his fear grew by leaps and bounds.

The contents of that letter were written in pure anger.

Resentment.

Yet the more he read, the more it became clear to him.

The theme to it all. The climax.

"-you took the only thing in my life tha t mattere d anything to me.

You got away with it too... what does it matte r now?

It doesn't.

Because my life is goin g to end...

You will keep you r secret...bu t so wil l I...

Matt turned off his car. He had completely forgotten it was on.

He had to face her.

Find out what she wanted.

He knocked on the door to find her ready.

"Hey"

"Hey" he responded back.

None had much to say.

The last couple of days had been hard for both.

He went inside.

Matt looked around for Sora's father. He was nowhere to be seen.

"I...are you OK?"

"I'll be fine..., I was thinking about Kari's thing'

'What about it?"

"We should go"

"What? Why?"

"It's important to Kari"

"I don't know, Sora"

"Please, Matt" she said, a face that he could not resist.

He sighed, frowned, and shook his head.

"You gonna get ready?"

"Sure"

She left him standing in the hall alone.

This would not end well.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here, well,..."

The sound of a door opening.

Kari stopped. The room grew silent.

The door opened.

A man in a black suit, white shirt, with a messenger bag stepped in, his hair, jet black. His skin, almost pale.

Kari went to meet him.

Hugged him.

"What's with the gloves?" she whispered.

"I did some things which required gloves"

"What requires gloves?"

"I'll tell you later" he answered back, again, whispering.

Kari let him go and sat beside T.K.

The man in the black suit, the stranger in the Kamiya residence, walked over to the coffee table in the middle of the room. The letters from most of the digi-destined were there, evenly placed. Tai opened his messenger bag and dropped the last 3 letters in his possession, still one letter short, but that wasn't important.

The room was quiet.

There were so many questions on everyone's minds.

He would answer them, as best as he could.

They wouldn't all be satisfied.

Tai knew this, but he had to tell them.

He spoke,

"I know you're all wondering who I am, what the purpose of this meeting, if we can just hold all the questions until what I have to say is over, we'll be fine. I'll try to answer all your questions, but none of us will leave here satisfied"

He watched them.

They were holding their breath. Wondering who the stranger amongst themselves was.

"Four years ago, an...event occurred, something happened to all of us, something that, no doubt, changed us all. It made us do irrational things, to some of us, it solidified the growing belief that...life seems to kick you when you're on the ground. I don't know about that, but a similar event has occurred recently. A few days ago, I woke up in a hospital bed, completely disoriented, and I eventually made it home. I don't know what happened, I don't know how this is even possible, but I know one thing for certain. I'm here, and it's real"

He saw all their faces. The reaction was slow and he thought it would never come, but it did.

Eventually.

"No, you're not him" a single voice uttered.

Izzy. The man of science who could not accept this violation in the law of life.

"Why not?" replied Tai as he threw an object at Izzy.

It bounced off his hands and Davis picked it up.

"Tai's digivice"

"My digivice"

"We went to your funeral, Tai, you...this...how?" said Yolei.

"I don't know" he said shaking his head, sitting down beside Cody.

"I have no way to explain this, I can't, I've been beating myself up, trying to remember, where I've been, why this happened, I couldn't come up with a good enough answer but I had to tell you, all of you"

"Why the letters?"

He looked to Ken who asked the question.

Smiled, said,

"As you all know, the letters are personal messages to each one of you, I hope they've stayed that way. The letters are also highly cryptic. I believe that there may be a code but, in order to understand it, I'll have to piece it together, from all the letters, that's why I ask for them all back. Some of you complied."

"Some of you didn't." he added, underneath his breath.

"What do you mean, some of us didn't?" asked T.K

"Disregard that last statement."

I don't know what's going to happen next, all I know, is that nothing will ever be the same again. I'm alive and well, I don't display any signs of lingering JCS...other than my appearance. I hope that all of you, maybe not now, but in the future, can come to forgive me, for the pain I've caused you. I promise all of you, right now, that I will find out what happened, I may not remember now, but I will in the future, I hope"

"We're sure you will, Tai" said T.K

"I don't understand" said Izzy

"What's not to understand?"

"This is impossible, you can't be here"

"We used to do the impossible, a long time ago, remember?"

Izzy smiled, said,

"How did...you get cured, how did it go away?"

Tai shrugged his shoulders.

Izzy's question would have to wait.

There was a knock at the door.

Tai walked away from the group, looked through the keyhole and saw Matt and Sora.

They had decided to come after all.

This would make things a bit more interesting.

He unlocked the door. Opened it.

No one spoke. The room was tense.

Tai smiled.

"Who are you?" asked Matt.

"What are you doing here?" asked Sora

"Hold on" said Tai as his hand went in his inner coat pocket. He took out a single card, something simple he had found in his belongings, something he thought could explain the situation as best as one could.

"Here you go" he said to Sora.

She turned the card over, a simple piece of paper, nicely cut, nicely made, it read

Kamiya Tai...

AN: There you got to the end, I'm glad, I can't say the next chapter will be shorter, or longer, depends on what has happen in that particular session, as I've said before, the next session will be up soon, if you feel the need to contact me, do so through a review. I accept all kinds of constructive criticism. If you feel the need to insult me, go ahead, a waste of your time, and a waste of mine. Enjoy and Review. The Writer.