Just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews. You really do boost my writing confidence and help keep me motivated.

I'm also in dire need of seeing Kizuna, and if any of you find it out on stream, as long as it has english subs, seriously message me a link or something. I'm pretty desperate. I had assumed it'd be online fairly soon, even crappy pirate quality, after coming out in theaters, but I've no luck finding it.

Also, I am trying as usual, to keep things as canon ish as possible. I started this before Tri was out, so it's just not something that happened in my story. The chapter title should give you an idea of where I'm going with this. That being said, I'm going into something kind of blind, because there's no actual legit material to base this off of, so I'm making it up! I hate making it up, did as much research that google can give-which for digimon is like, websites that haven't been updated in five or more years and no canon material to help make educated assumptions. Digimon is way too popular for their to be this much inconsistency and lack of basic information.

Sorry, rant over. I didn't read this chapter 17 thousand times, so I'm sorry if there are errors. I will fix them later. I just want to move on to the next chapter and get T.K. moving again, this is a slow, information glob chapter, but it's necessary to get to the next part.

Hope to have another chapter out this week, but next week at the latest, digimon action coming soon-Please Review 3

After going back to the room he'd woken up in, T.K. retrieved his shoes. Walking out to the gardens he felt how tranquil it was in this place. The midday sun was just starting to lean more toward the west. It never got old, seeing in the not too far distance, a wall of water and its inhabitants, held at bay by a magical force he dared not question. Finally he spotted Gennai just on the other side of a little slope.

He waved and Patamon leapt from his shoulder, flying up to the man. "Sorry if I took too long."

"Not at all." Gennai assured. "Were you able to satisfy your hunger?"

T.K. looked slightly confused, but nodded. "Yeah, actually. I didn't eat that much and it wasn't the most nutritious. But I'm not hungry anymore."

Gennai gave him a sly smile. "You know that the food in the digital world is not always as it appears. Those biscuits were actually full of nutrients, you should find that it keeps you feeling full a little longer than normal as well—not that I'm condoning skipping meals, of course." He saw the glare Patamon had sent him. "You do need to make sure you're eating better, T.K."

The boy nodded, raising his eyebrow at Patamon's glare. "I will, I will…" T.K.'s shoulders slumped in defeat. "Not that is helps if I'm just throwing it back up." He grumbled under his breath.

Gennai looked at him carefully. "Malnutrition is easy for a human in the digital world, you must be more diligent."

T.K. bit back a dry laugh. "I think I was malnourished before I got here."

He looked disappointed, but decided better of continuing lectures. "How about we try out the device and see if it will the job."

T.K. reached into his pants pocket, stopping abruptly. "Where…?" the question hung on the air momentarily before Gennai realized what he was looking for.

Gennai smacked his forehead lightly. "It's in my lab! I'll go grab it…"

"I can go get it!" Patamon smiled and flew off before Gennai could respond.

He had a smile on his face as he waved, almost looking like he had predicted it. "Thank you." He called, even though Patamon was out of sight.

T.K. watched after the direction Patamon had flown, only to be interrupted by Gennai clearing his throat. He had closed the gap between them and his smile had gone. He frowned and decided now was the time to address the dishonesty he'd caught earlier. "Was there something else about this that you wanted to tell me?" he lifted his wrist.

Gennai looked at his wrist hesitantly. "One of your problems was Patamon refusing to evolve, in order to protect you, especially seeing the pain it put you in."

T.K. nodded, narrowing his eyes. "Yeah…"

"I may have exaggerated slightly on how much damage the device actually prevents." He sighed, finally looking up at T.K., his voice quieter. "However, it will dull the pain considerably. Patamon need not know, unless you decide to inform him, that he is still causing your body a great deal of stress."

T.K. scowled at the man, at first feeling slightly lied to, but he thought for a moment, realizing that Gennai had no intention of keeping it from him, but allowing him the choice if Patamon need know. It was a generous gift, one Gennai did not owe him. "You knew that he wouldn't be satisfied and willing to fight as I need him to, if I was still being hurt by the crest."

He gave a slight nod, his smile flashing back as he looked up and waved at Patamon. "Ah, now we can begin. Thank you again, Patamon."

Patamon dropped the digivice in T.K.'s hands and flew a few feet away, readying himself for T.K.'s go ahead. "Ready, partner?"

T.K. glanced at Gennai, who was looking at him encouragingly. "Ready."

Patamon burst into white light, quickly revealing Angemon towering over them. "Alright." His deep voice and regal appearance never giving away that he came from the little Patamon. "T.K., if you're in pain, tell me right away."

T.K. nodded. "Go ahead."

Angemon seemed to take a few seconds to gauge T.K.'s face, perhaps to make sure he'd see any subtle signs of hiding his discomfort. He was encompassed in the same white light, maybe with a little more brilliance than before.

T.K. looked down and saw the band on his wrist had activated, glowing subtly. He blinked suddenly, his eyes widened slightly. He could feel the immense pressure, a slight ache in his chest and a dull pain in his head, but nothing compared to the pain he'd barely survived the previous three times.

"T.K.?" MagnaAngemon asked worriedly.

He hadn't realized he'd finished the digivolution and looked up at him, smiling weakly. "It seems to be doing a good job." He wasn't lying, it was doing a great job at what Gennai said it would do, when he was being honest.

MagnaAngemon didn't respond right away, clearly studying T. see if he was lying. "It's not hurting you?"

T.K. hated lying to Patamon. "It doesn't appear to be." He tried to say it in a way that made him feel less guilty.

Gennai watched the two closely, his gaze primarily on T.K. and his wrist. "As MagnaAngemon battles, the pain may become a little noticeable…" he saw T.K. and his partner put their focus on him. "But, it's going to allow Patamon to protect you from Wisemon and his allies, without holding back."

MagnaAngemon nodded. "I understand, but it shouldn't be as bad as it was before, right?"

Gennai reassured the digimon with a gentle smile. "Clearly still being on his feet is already a huge improvement, wouldn't you say, T.K.?"

T.K. was still not sure how to handle the pressure he was feeling, while this couldn't compared to the pain he was feeling before, it was a different level of discomfort T.K. had ever experienced. He wondered if his voice would be even when he spoke, chancing it he looked up at his partner encouragingly. "I actually feel okay." He was relieved that he was able to talk, he gathered himself and evened out his breathing, working through the pressure.

MagnaAngemon seemed convinced at T.K.'s soft smile and nodded. "This was the break we needed."

T.K. turned away, coughing lightly, he quickly lifted his hand to his mouth and lowered his face—that disgusting, but all too familiar metallic taste hit him hard, nausea quickly washing through him.

"T.K.?" MagnaAngemon asked worried.

T.K. swallowed hard and wiped his lips hastily, in case there was any blood, before turning around with an apologetic smile. "Sorry!" he cleared his throat lightly. "I suddenly felt parched. I think I need something to drink."

A bright glow sent the large angel digimon back to his little Patamon form, staring worriedly at T.K.

T.K. felt lightheaded, his knees wanting to give out on him, but he locked himself in place. He couldn't have Patamon distracted during battle—there was little to no pain, he could handle a little discomfort. "Don't give me that look." He huffed at Patamon.

His worried expression softened and was replaced with a relieved one. "I'm glad it worked, that means that I can definitely protect you now."

T.K. smiled, his own sense of relief flowing through him. "We'll leave tomorrow—"

"Let's get you something to drink and discuss our plans going forward."

"Plans?" T.K. narrowed his eyes.

Gennai nodded and motioned for them to follow. "I am leaving this afternoon to continue my research on separating you from the crest—I've exhausted all my materials I have on hand and must not waste any time."

T.K. looked at Patamon and then back to Gennai. "We should leave today, then?"

Gennai frowned. "You two are welcome to stay for as long as you see fit, however, I think I may have a productive mission to send you on, all the while you can do as you please along the way and try to fish out more information on Wisemon."

T.K. narrowed his eyes, but he was clearly intrigued. "Mission?"

"Your crest reappearing, it wasn't a coincidence. Nor was it artificially constructed from Wisemon's interference. However, its location may have been contrived."

Soon they had walked around the side of the house and stepped up into a room that seemed a lot more modern than the rest of the house, a lab of some kind, with computers, monitors of multiple sizes, printers and books, papers piled on most empty space up off the floor.

Gennai typed into the main console, the largest screen mounted on the center wall flashed on, the images of their crests lined in four rows stared back at them. Two of the symbols were brighter than the others. But what caught T.K.'s attention wasn't that not just his crest was brightly lit, but that there not the eight, or even nine counting Ken's more recently discovered crest, but twelve images on the screen. He recognized one of the three additional symbols, Miracles, but the other two he'd never seen before.

"What are those?" he pointed at the final two symbols on the screen.

Gennai didn't need to glance up to know what T.K. was asking. "Those are the crests of Honesty and Compassion."

T.K. tilted his head. "Are you saying that Davis and the others have crests now?"

Gennai nodded. "They were always intended to have them, however, the appearance of the Digimon Emperor created such a dynamic that the digital world had never been in need of producing them, especially once the ability to DNA digivolve had come into play."

"In other words, it wasn't deemed necessary then." T.K. grimaced. "But now they are?"

Gennai stopped at the evident concern in T.K.'s voice. He stopped typing and looked up at the boy, gauging his concerned expression carefully. "Now they are."

T.K. felt that hopeless feeling again, if the crests for all twelve children had been reproduced into physical form, this thing with Wisemon was creating a larger shift in the balance between light and dark than T.K. realized—or it was anticipating his loss and the chaos that was sure to follow.

Gennai spoke again, snapping T.K. from his spiraling thoughts. "We can't even begin fathom how the inner workings of the digital world function, but we shouldn't waste the resources it's willing to give."

T.K. nodded. "So, what am I supposed to do?"

"Locate and collect." Gennai spoke simply.

T.K. wrinkled his nose. "They aren't mine and you said so yourself, the tags aren't as easily recreated."

Gennai smiled lightly. "You're already a vessel."

T.K. scoffed. "I need this one out, not more in! And what are the other's going to do? Their digimon aren't going to want to fight knowing they're hurting their partners, the same as Patamon."

Patamon had remained silent, listening. "It's not that simple, is it Gennai?"

T.K. glanced at his partner wearily. "The Crest of Hope is yours, T.K., it's bonded inside to your soul. The Crest of Courage, for example, would not bind with you on that level. Theoretically you would be able to release it at will."

T.K. raised his eyebrow at Gennai. "How?"

Gennai shrugged. "Try it."

T.K. gawked at Gennai with clear exasperation. "Try what?"

Gennai looked at Patamon and then back to T.K. with a sagely look. "Just hold out your hand, close your eyes and focus."

Patamon hopped down from T.K. and perched the back of a nearby chair. "It happened before we even realized it would be an issue."

T.K. glared at Patamon, looking back at Gennai who was again focused on the computer in front of him. He finally looked up and saw that the only other crest that was lit up on the screen was Tai's Crest of Courage. He swallowed hard. "You found the Crest of Courage?"

Gennai nodded. "After I saved you from Wisemon, and realized you had the Crest of Hope inside you, I traveled and found it. I had it here, in my lab. After bringing you here, it hadn't been long before I realized that it had disappeared and was residing inside of you. However, unlike that of your own crest, it seems to just be sitting inside your soul, protected, awaiting its rightful partner."

T.K. gaped. "I have the Crest of Courage? Inside me?"

Gennai nodded. "I could take it back out myself, I did, in fact, but it was drawn back to you quite instantaneously. It's not hurting you."

"If Tai shows up…?" his voice quivered, he couldn't bear the thought of how Agumon would feel accidently evolving to ultimate and putting Tai through that same pain Patamon had done to him.

"The runes around where you found your crest, that is the reason you became the catalyst." Gennai answered his unfinished question. "Under normal circumstances, one would not become the crests catalyst unintentionally. But those runes being where your crest was located, proved to be a very unfortunate circumstance, which was most likely fabricated."

T.K.'s tensed up shoulders slumped with a sense of relief, despite still feeling quite anxious. "How are they supposed to use the crests then?"

Gennai motioned to what looked like a fancy 3D printer, inside the machine was working furiously, but silently, another bracelet, not unlike T.K.'s was being materialized inside, a slight modification in one of the sections looked like it had an indent, smaller than the original crests, but T.K. had to assume that the bracelets were the new version of their tags.

"I thought you said new tags would be very difficult to come by…"

Gennai sighed. "They aren't perfect. And they do take several days to complete even one. But thanks to you, I've been able to test the device and ensure it will do its job satisfactory."

"If you separate me from my crest…"

Before he could continue Gennai sighed. "I would work for you too, but the risk of you carrying the crest with you would be…"

"No, I know." T.K. shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind. "I have to be as far away from the crest as physically possible, at least, until Wisemon and his companions are gone."

Gennai gave a nod. "In the meantime, you will gather the crests for your friends and my machine will work on getting all eleven bracelets ready. They should all be ready within about a month and a half."

T.K. nodded. Part of him grimaced, that much time stuck in the digital world, back to hunting the damn crests again, by himself. He sighed and looked at Patamon.

"Try and pull the crest out!" Patamon encouraged eagerly.

T.K. closed his eyes and made a fist in his hand, lifting it up close to his chest. It wasn't a feeling that was uncomfortable but it wasn't like anything he'd felt before. Strong. It felt strong. He opened his eyes slowly, both Patamon and Gennai were smiling at him. A soft orange glow peaked out from between his fingers, he pulled his hand down and opened his fist, in his palm sat a glowing marble of light—it didn't feel like it had any real form or substance. He was holding his breath, his eyes focused on the light intensely. Gennai shifted and folded his arms, pulling T.K.'s concentration away from the power in his palm and it snapped and disappeared.

He hadn't felt it before, but now it was evident, the power was dormant inside him. "What if I d…" he paused, not able to say the word die. "What will happen to the crests if Wisemon gets a hold of me?"

Gennai's eyes darkened. "This task isn't without risk. In the case of your death, they would likely be released back into the digital world. If your friend's search, they will be found again, I am certain."

T.K. swallowed hard. "That sounds like a lot of work for something that can be undone so easily."

Gennai nodded. "But the crests do need to be found, and it will give you a goal while you are on your own personal mission. The ultimate goal is that you find all the crests, I find a way to release you from yours and you can go to your friends with the crests as a peace offering and explain the situation in full."

T.K. couldn't help but feel nauseated at the thought of facing his friends and especially his brother, after everything he'd said to them. "Right."

"You look pale." Patamon landed back on his shoulder. "Do you need to lie down?"

T.K. shook his head. "No. I'm fine."

Gennai looked at the boy curiously before walking out of the room and back in quickly with some water. "Sit." He insisted, pointing at the chair nearest him.

T.K. didn't argue. "Any clue where to start?" he asked lightly, sipping the cold water, it clearly felt good running down his throat from the calmness that cast over this face.

Gennai nodded. "I have seven locations pin pointed. There's no guarantee, however, if you are searching for them, I can focus on my task."

T.K. nodded. "How do we stay in contact?"

Gennai nodded at the bracelet. "It allows me to track and monitor you. It will also act as a wireless charger for your phone, which I will contact you on when the need arises."

"What if I need you?" T.K. huffed, setting the now empty glass down on the desk beside him.

"I've added my contact information. You can message me, though if I am able to answer or not, will depend on where I am and what I am doing. Emergencies only or when you find all the crests."

T.K. nodded lightly. "Where to first?"

Gennai typed away on his computer, a map on the screen showed seven flashing dots in a fairly large area. "One could be at any of these locations or in their vicinity. I've uploaded the map and markers onto your digivice as well, if you're near one it will make a sound and lead you there."

"We're not really close to any of those…"

"I'm going to open a gate for you here." He pointed to one of the dots toward the bottom of the map.

T.K. pursed his lips. "That's not very far east from where the others go regularly."

"It's the only one I can open a portal to, while maintaining enough energy to open one for myself. I'll be tapped out for some time after that. Take it or leave it." He pointed to the door. "It'll take you a few days to reach any of the spots from here."

T.K. got the hint. "We'll take it."

#

Kari paced back and forth in Ken's bedroom—Ken tiredly typing away at his computer with Yolie leaning over the back of his chair, adding in simple suggestions and comments as he went—it had been almost 5 days since anyone had last seen or heard from T.K.

Cody was focused on his phone and Davis was unapologetically staring at Kari, with an occasional glance at Ken's computer screen.

Finally a frustrated groan and a smack at his keyboard made everyone look up at Ken, he placed his forehead on the desk, wrapping his hands over the back of his head. "This is pointless."

Kari opened her mouth to speak, but paused, it wasn't like he wasn't trying and she had no real way to do what he was, on her own. "Then we go back and start searching again?"

Davis let out a groan. "We've spent two days running around the digital world without making any headway."

Cody nodded in agreement. "He doesn't want to be found. We're wasting time hunting blindly. Ken was right, we need a lead, no more running around aimlessly."

Yolie saw the frustration in Kari's eyes. "Hey, listen. I know this is hard, we feel it too. But, T.K.'s not giving us an inch to go on. We're doing what we said we would, we're trying our hardest to find and help him."

Kari nodded, a light smile touched the corner of her lips, trying to acknowledge Yolie's efforts to help calm her nerves. "I know."

Davis stood and walked over to Ken, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Hey, take a break. It's been hours since you started on this today."

"It just doesn't make any sense, how did he disable the signal from his digivice?" Ken rubbed his head with frustration.

Cody shrugged. "It can't be hidden all the time. Izzy found his digivice signal in those ruins the first night, right? I don't think it was intentional on T.K.'s end, so maybe we just have to wait for the right circumstances to happen, so that the signal reappears and gives us some kind of starting point."

Yolie sighed. "You have a point, but it could have been a fluke. Since we don't know what caused the signal to appear that time, we have no real indicator when or even if it will happen a second time."

Cody shrugged. "It's all we really have hope for right now, it's not like he's just going to come to us because we want him too badly enough."

Kari frowned thoughtfully.

Davis rolled his eyes. "But we could be too late if that's all we're waiting for."

Ken straightened. "Davis is right. I just need to come up with some kind of way to counter how he's hiding the signal." His fingers straightening his keyboard, starting to type again.

Davis stopped Ken by grabbing his wrist. "I said take a break. How did that translate to, work until your brain melts?"

Ken looked at Davis sadly. "Kari's not wrong either." He turned in his chair to look at her, everyone's gaze following his. "It was dumb luck that you and I ran into him the other morning, it could happen…" he trailed off seeing the look in Kari's eyes. She had an idea.

"Kari?" Davis tried to pull her out of her thoughts.

She blinked, gathering her composure, looking around at everyone. "I know what we need to do."

Davis was almost fearful at what he would hear. "And that is…?" he pressed her to go on.

"If we can't go to T.K., we just make him come to us." She was smiling now.

Cody frowned. "I just got done saying that, that isn't going to happen."

Kari shook her head. "No, he won't. Not without a good reason."

Yolie was getting nervous as well, the confidence in her tone unnatural. "Wait, so what's a good reason?"

"T.K.'s worried about something happening to us, right?" She looked around, ignoring their concerned gazes. "If T.K. thinks we're in trouble, he'll come."

Ken narrowed his eyes. "That's pretty conniving, don't you think?"

Kari lifted her hands in the air. "And he's not being conniving?" she threw the word back at him.

Ken shifted his eyes away frustrated, before looking back at her. "This plan isn't fail proof. There's no guarantee he'll come, and that's if we can even get a message to him—he had his cell off the last time I tried, and who even knows if it still has any battery left to turn back on?"

Cody grumbled. "We're also forgetting the ways this could go wrong if he does show up." Kari gave him a questioning look, to which he quickly obliged. "If shows up and finds out there's no threat, that we lied to trick him into coming to us, he'll be pissed—not a good way to start a conversation with someone we're trying to convince to trust us so we can help him."

Kari shook her head. "I know, but what other choice is he giving us? He can't really blame us for stooping to this level, right?" she tried to justify her plan.

Davis hesitated, fearing he would make Kari upset at him, but he spoke up anyway. "I think Cody might be right, Kari. If we send him a false alarm for help, he might not give you the chance you need to talk to him."

Yolie agreed with a single nod at Davis' direction before turning back to Kari. "I think it's clear that you're our last chance at dealing with this situation civilly, and anything past this is running right into the reason Tai said we shouldn't pursue him—we'll just make it harder for him, making him fight both his friends and his enemies simultaneously."

Ken saw the fleeting hope in Kari's eyes dull as she looked at the floor. "It's not time for such drastic measures. Not yet."

Kari gave a single nod and plopped down on the floor next to Ken's bed. "So what are we doing to do?"

Yolie sat down next to Kari and nudged her with her shoulder. "We should go do what we planned to before summer break."

Davis smiled lightly. "Patrol the digital world for any threats and enjoy the peace?"

Cody nodded. "We can keep our eyes and ears open for signs of T.K., all while continuing what we normally do."

Ken sighed. "That's great and all, but it begs the question, are we putting ourselves in danger by just being in the digital world? We should go with a little more air to caution."

Davis agreed immediately. "We've been on guard since the whole Phelesmon incident, we just need to keep on high alert in case someone like him shows up again."

Kari couldn't help but feel like it was just a way of giving up without outright saying it. "I'm going back to the ruins."

Yolie sighed. "We've searched them twice this last week. There's nothing left. And what is left is buried under stone and earth. I don't think we're going to get anymore leads from there."

Ken nodded. "She's right, Kari. We have exhausted that location. And considering the way he left us last, I doubt he has any intentions of going back there, he either got what he went there for or he's looking for it somewhere else."

Davis saw Kari on the brink of crying and knelt down in front of her. "He's alright."

She shook her head. "What if whatever he's fighting finally got him?"

Davis tried not to let his expression betray him, it was the same thought he had jumped to on the third day since they'd last had contact from him. "It's not impossible, but maybe we don't focus on worst cases right now? Let's consider he went somewhere and got some help for his injuries instead and he's lying low until his arm is a little better."

Kari couldn't bring a smile to her face and only nodded.

Ken attempted to put some encouragement into his tone, unsure how convincing it sounded. "Izzy agreed to help me last night. We're both working around the clock, while he agrees with Tai on the situation, he doesn't want to stop gathering information. Finding and tracking T.K. is one of our common goals. He wants any information regarding what is actually going on in the digital world, information about Wiseman and anything else pertaining to whatever the hell T.K.'s dealing, so in exchange for sharing anything he comes across, I agreed to share anything that we find. It's win, win. He's not going to actively tell the others that we're still attempting to go after him. While it's probably not a secret that, at least, Kari is going after him, none of us have really made a definitive stand on the subject."

Yolie shrugged. "No, but they are probably counting on some of us helping her, Davis and myself at least."

Ken gave her a light shrug. "We don't even know for certain if Matt has agreed to stay back through this or if he's determined to go after him too, and it's likely Sora would probably support whichever way he chooses, leaving the rest of them battling between whether Tai's hypothesis is correct or not."

"It probably is." Kari admitted loudly. No one had dared bring up what Tai had said after their fight in Izzy's apartment, it was quite clear the siblings did not see eye to eye on the matter, and they had all chosen to support Kari. "I don't disagree that Tai's assumption is correct."

Davis opened his mouth to speak, but Cody was the one who made the remark. "Then why are we—"

"In fact," she spoke abnormally loud. "The only reason I am not contemplating over whether going after T.K. is the right thing to do or not, is simply because I can feel that it's the right choice. I can feel that we have to find him, no matter what. I feel it."

No one in the room dared to question her, no one wanted to. If Kari said she could feel something with that intensity, they had no choice but to believe. She had always had that sixth sense about the light and dark of the worlds, who were they to say that this was any different. She had been right about T.K. being hurt, dream or vision, she knew he was hurt and Davis and Ken were able to verify that he was hurt, as badly as Kari had claimed. It wasn't their place to question the connection she and T.K. shared.

Davis tilted his head at Kari, smiling lightly. "We'll start our normal routines tomorrow all the while searching for any leads on T.K."

She pursed her lips, the knot in her stomach not settling in the least. "And again, every day, until we find him." Her gaze was determined.

Davis' smile wavered, but he gave her a nod, squeezing her arm lightly. "Every day."