A/N: In Japan, I've read that it is an insult for native-born Japanese to not honor their culture – this is found especially in those that move out of country, then back. Sometimes it's not from "not honoring" the culture. For example: Still speaking their language but with a country twang. «smirks»

Also, this is a Sorato. If you don't support/tolerate this couple then why read? Just so I won't get reviews asking where's Sora she'll pop up in chapter 2. And it'll start getting fluffy around the third. So it's kind of a romance/mystery/humor thing. Last, but not least, all the characters will have their original jobs assigned to them from the show.

"Did you hear me, big brother?"

"Hmm?"

"I said we're going to be late."

"Hmm…"

Two black, large suitcases were gently lowered to the ground as the faint, ghostly voices of children's laughter were carried in the wind causing a small smile to tug on Ishida Yamato's lips. Cocking his head to the side he squinted his eyes as he stood in Odaiba Park staring at the playground watching the children and teens carry on with their happiness.

What secrets this place must hold.

Takeru frowned at his brother's silence. He was doing it again. "What are you staring at?"

The older blonde blinked refocusing his sight at the playground. The only thing looking back was an empty playground area with swings gently swaying with the wind. And just like that – they were gone. Sora was gone.

Yamato lowered his head, tightly clamping his eyes shut with his right thumb and pointer finger digging into them followed by a low, long sigh. How did everything go wrong? The twenty-seven year old famous astronaut turned to face his younger brother.

"I miss her," he spoke in his natural language.

Takeru nodded his head in sympathy.

"Where is she?" Yamato asked. "I have to find her."

"You know I'd tell you, big brother, but…You know what happens…Please, don't do that," he sighed watching his brother holding fists to his sides turning away to hide the tears that were threatening to fall. "Every time someone says where she abides she disappears for a month."

The astronaut's knuckles were turning white. Takeru racked his brains on what to do or say.

"Where's the party?" Yamato eventually asked taking a deep breath in tucking his hands in his pockets looking towards the sky.

Takeru let out air he was not aware he was holding. That was one disaster event avoided. As cheerful as he could answer he let out, "On the other side of the park. Come on! We're fashionable late; just like you always liked."

Yamato found an instant, uncontrollable tiny smile on his face. Turning to face his brother he asked with a hint of teasing, "Will the food be served with chopsticks or forks?"

"Look," he held his hands up in a playful defense, "It's not my fault that American utensils for the "Americanized Japanese" are somewhat barbaric. It's common sense: Instead of stabbing, have one utensil to steady, the other to grab. Much easier, yeah?"

"Americanized Japanese?" Yamato managed to muster out a chuckle raising a blonde brow. "Is that what you think of me?"

"Sure! You said you can speak English fluently. Man, you even sent me a fork for my birthday present with photo instructions on how to eat with it. That is obsessive."

Yamato smirk. "It's good to understand other cultures, little bro. Besides, it was a one time opportu – What? "

Takeru had burst into a laughing fit holding his stomach. This was too much for him.

"What? What is it?" Yamato asked becoming somewhat paranoid.

Did he have food in his teeth? Was his hair wilted? His hands quickly raced to feel if everything strand was in order. Where was a mirror when you needed one?

"Is…that a…twang?" The younger blonde was sputtering out in between his laughing fits.

Yamato's eye twitched. What the…

"Twang? I have no twang! Stop it! We're late."

"I can't! I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it anymore. You can't even speak your natural tongue anymore without that "twang" sneaking in. Texas changed you."

Yamato's eye twitched again.

"I am Japanese, and that's where the big NASA controls are."

"Yeah, yeah. Stop showing off, Big Shot," a reply came from behind them.

"Taichi! How's it going?" Yamato greeted with a big, manly hug followed by slaps on the backs. He could always count on him.

Yagami Taichi's happy expression turned into gawking then fell to the floor rolling in laughter within a matter of seconds.

Or not...

"What?" a very much paranoid Yamato Ishida asked. What was with these people?

"I can't believe it! You've got a twang!" Taichi blurted sitting up from the ground.

Both of Yamato's eyes twitched. "Do not!"

"Ha! There it is again! You're Americanized!"

"Am not!"

"That there pig's look'n puuuurity plump," Taichi mocked in his natural language doing his best performance of a horribly fake country accent.

Yamato squinted his eyes. "Can you even translate "twang" into English with your accent?"

"Huh?" Taichi's forehead wrinkled standing back up rubbing the back of his neck in confusion. "Listen, we need to work on your argument tactics. Remind me after your "Welcome Home" party."

He repeated. "Can you even translate the word "twang"? I dare you," he added in a daring tone while a grin grew, "without your accent."

Tai's left eye twitched. Was that a challenge? "What accent? I don't have an accent, American. How do you say it?"

"Twang," Yamato almost sang in English with a cocky smile with nearly perfect pronunciation.

"Twaaaa…Taaag...waangk…" the Ambassador of the Digiworld struggled. He couldn't let his best friend out do him. The outrage!

Yamato slapped his forehead returning the same ending results of laughter while Taichi continued his verbal work out.

"Aannk…Twwann…Aw, shut up! Go pick your nose! Y-You, Waannk!"

Yamato asked in mixed Japanese and English to purposely upset him. "What was that, Ambassor dude? I couldn't understand with that accent of yours."

"What does that mean?" Taichi demanded in outrage.

Yamato shook his head enjoying the tables being turned speaking in Japanese once more. "I'm sorry. I couldn't understand you. I'm Americanized. Remember?"

"Waannk!"

Takeru muffled a laugh watching all take place. Yes, if everyone could claim that they had the weirdest family he'd pick these guys. At least his brother wasn't thinking about the past at the moment. And at that exact moment he was debating whether or not to separate the two from a near fist fight once more. With each "Yaanc!" followed by a smart-alecky mixed Japanese and English remark the two duos continued to take steps closer while veins popped out.

Yeah…Life was back to normal. If only he could find out what happened between Sora and Yamato and help them piece things back together it would be near to perfection.

"Sora, where are you?" Takeru thought to himself watching the argument increase.