Hey guys, Lunamon810 here. This is the first chapter of Digimon: The Crest of Trust! Incase you didn't know, this website is going to count the prologue as the first chapter when you look through the chapter names, so I'll always put (for example) Chapter One: Meeting Amber or whatever. Okey doke? Oh and just a note, this is the 'new' version of this chapter. I'm rewriting some of the first chapters since they were written so poorly, but nothing in the story line is changed, it's just in better detail. Anyway, our stars are here today so lets see what they have to say.

Matt: What do you want Luna?

Amber: Hey, be nice to her!

Matt: You only say that because she created you.

Amber: That's beside the point.

Me: Anyway.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Digimon in any way, shape, or form!

Claimer: I do own Amber!

Matt laid on his living room couch, it was May 14th. TK had officially died two months ago. In addition today was the first day of summer, leaving Matt with much more time on his hands to do nothing but think about his deceased brother. He always spent his time laying around, moping, thinking about TK. They used to do so much together when summer came around, whenever they could manage to be together.

He remembered the things they did every summer to kick off their summer break. They'd put soda in the ice trays and have 'soda pops' all day while watching movies, playing video games, and drinking soda. They'd stay up until around four in the morning, then they'd sleep 'til noon or later, then they'd invite all the digidestined over and do pretty much the previous day's actions. The third day all the digidestined would meet up at the soccer feild and play soccer all day, then they'd drink fresh lemonade.

Matt always tried to avoid those thoughts, about how good life was with TK around, but they'd always manage to find a new way in. Matt didn't know how he'd been getting on without TK around, but he was amazingly somehow doing so. TK had seemed to be his whole meaning and purpose in life, he'd been his entire life. He was so protective of him, but the one day he hadn't been there to protect him he was taken away from him. Matt's eyes drooped with depression.

He heard the door open up, so he propped himself up on his right forearm, just enough to see the door. He heard two sets of footsteps, so he figured his mom had came over again like she had frequently recently. He saw his dad walk through the door, then furrowed his eye brows at the second person through the door. It wasn't his mom, it was a girl around his age. A girl he'd never met before.

The girl had brown somewhere in the middle of light and dark that went about to her mid ribcage. She had gentle, nervous looking emerald green eyes. She had slightly tanned skin with some slightly lighter freckles across the top of her cheeks and bridge of her nose. She wore a spice brown t-shirt with dark yellow sleeves and blue jean shorts about to her knees. She wore some white and brown high-tops, then she wore dark brown leather fingerless gloves. She looked about 5"8.

"Um, dad? Who's..." Matt asked.

"Matt, this is your..." his dad seemed to hesitate, as if nervous to tell him who she was. "New sister. Amber."

"Uh, come again?" Matt said.

"This is your adoptive sister Amber." His dad said again.

"You're kidding me, right?"

Amber seemed to blush and her eyes looked to her left, and slightly down, so she was looking out of the corner of her eyes. "Hi.."

"Uh...hi. Dad?" Matt said.

"Son, this is your new sister." he repeated.

Matt's heart was hammering, as if it was trying to come out of his chest, something in common with Amber at the moment. Amber had known she was coming home to a brother, but she'd been hoping he'd like her. But that obviously rang untrue here. She pushed her foot around in little circles. 'Their' father looked at her sympathetically.

"Sorry, he's been touchy since his brother passed." he said.

Amber nodded, too shy, nervous, and afraid to say anything.

"I-er-sorry." Matt said.

Amber nodded. "It's okay. I...understand. I had a brother...once..." Amber trailed off, suddenly feeling like it was rude to speak of her own late brother.

"Well, I'll leave you two kids to chat, and I'll go fix lunch!" Their dad said and power walked to the kitchen. He was in there and out of sight before Matt could stop him. Amber sat down on the love seat and just stared at her feet, she wanted to speak, but at the same time didn't, not wanting to be rude.

"Um, so your name's Amber?" Matt asked. Amber nodded. "Well, I'm Matt." He extended his hand, and Amber shook it.

There was a awkward long silence. Amber examined the room, seeing two different soccer balls over in the corner. She chose them as the subject of her next attempt of conversation. "So, you like soccer huh?"

"Yeah, me and a group of my friends play it together a lot.

"Cool. I like soccer, but I've never really had much of a chance to play it at the orphanage.

"Oh really?" Matt said forcing a small smile. "How come?"

"Well they didn't let us go outside much 'cause they didn't want anyone to attempt escaping. They weren't mean to us or anything, just kinda strict as far as going outside and stuff went.

"Yeah?" Matt said, doing his best to look interested. Amber nodded. Emptiness filled the next few minutes, until their dad reentered the living room with grilled cheese and chips for all three of them.

"Thank you." Amber said.

"Thanks." Matt also said.

"Your welcome." Their dad said. "So Amber, have you ever had a grilled cheese before?"

"Once, before my parents died." Amber replied, her voice a little bit misty as she started to plunge into her own thoughts.

"How'd it happen?" Matt asked.

"Huh?" Amber said blinking and giving her head a tiny shake, then she looked at Matt.

"How'd you parents die?" he asked. "I mean- if you don't want to talk about it it's fine-"

"No, it's fine. I don't mind telling you." Amber said and took a deep breath. "When I was six, me, my parents, and my brother Seth went camping. I was in the trailer with Seth, laying down on the couch. Seth and I were talking about animals we'd seen so far in the woods, then we heard repeative gun shots. We looked outside, our parents were dead. It ended up being a hunter- even though it was illegal to hunt on those camp grounds- had killed my parents in cross-fire.'

Matt's jaw dropped but he quickly shut his mouth and blinked. "That's..."

"Horrible." his dad finished for him, and Matt nodded to confirm that was what he was going to say.

"I'm glad Seth knew how to use the phone, he was a little bit older than me." Amber said. "Or else we probably wouldn't have been able to call the police."

"Yeah..." Matt said.