TK Takashi had always been considered a pretty lucky guy. His life wasn't the easiest, but it wasn't the hardest. His parents were divorced, yet on good terms. He had an older brother, Matt, who he could always rely on. Though he was always away with his band. He had great friends, good grades.

Then, he met Ken.

Ken Ichijouji. Hmm...How to describe him...

TK had a hard time trying to explain that boy. Man. He should say...He wasn't a boy anymore. Yet the last time TK had seen him, he still was one...

When he had first met Ken he would have done anything to punch him hard in the face. And he did eventually. For at the time, he'd been the nasty Digimon Kaiser. A corrupted soul, tainted with evil and darkness.

Yet, after several months of being the evil tyrant, the digidestined had shown him the errors of his ways and helped his broken soul heal from its wounds.

TK then got a shock when he discovered that his friend Davis Motomiya and Ken had been secretly going out. he had not expected that. Especially so soon after Ken had stopped being the Kaiser.

Then all the chaos began. Six years later, Ken was captured, and forced to have Davis' kid. Twins. He ended up having twins. TK then only discovered they weren't Davis', but his own. This made him look at Ken in a whole new light.

Instead of seeing the once nasty, evil boy he once did years ago, TK began to see Ken as a sweet and loving person, who had been dumped with responcibilty and forced to take care of his two new sons. Desperate and tired, Ken was ever grateful when TK offered for him to stay with him and Kari, his current girlfriend at the time.

But this backfired, as everything else did when he was around Ken. And TK slowly got more and more obssesed with Ken, until the point that he couldn't deny it anymore. And TK finally things were going to be perfect when he told Ken about his feelings. But then, he left. Ken had fled from his fears, as he's always done in his life. He was always running.

And now, it's been six years since he's seen him. Six years he's been searching for him. Searching for the man he knew he couldn't live without. When Ken had left, he had taken one of the twins. But only one. Leaving him with the boy Ken dubbed as Kyoshi.

TK had been in denial that Ken left for months. But finally it dawned on him that Ken wasn't just out at the store waiting for the line to move. He was gone.

TK sighed as he looked in front him. The street was crowded and busy and the sky with just a crowded, only with clouds. He could feel the impatient tugs of his son as he pulled on his father's hand, waiting for the green traffic light to turn red, so that they could cross the street.

Little Kyoshi was usually not this impatient, however, he didn't feel well at the moment. In fact, he hasn't for a long time now. TK was saddened to say that his son has recently gotten over a nasty case of the stomach flu. It scared TK beyond belief when the doctor at the hospital said it was possible for Kyoshi to die, he was so weak. Yet Kyoshi pulled through. All the hope and faith TK used and believed in those few months had finally paid off.

He couldn't help but smile a bit. Hope was his crest afterall. Guess even after all this time had gone by since he's needed to use it, it was still very loyal to him.

The light changed colors, forcing traffic to stop, and allowing the busy people of the street to cross. Halfway through the street, little Kyoshi couldn't stand the silence between them anymore, and decided to break it.

"Daddy!" he whined in his sweet little voice. TK was too busy trying to get them safely on the other side to answer him now. Once they were on the other side, TK was able to look down at him with a gentle smile. "Where are we going now?"

TK sighed. His son was right. They were always going someplace. "Well, we're going to get you some ice cream."

Kyoshi blinked at this. This was not a responce the six-year old had been expecting. His father always replied to that question with a bunch as long confusing names and places. Things that confused the boy so badly he would tune his father out until he was done talking, then ask for something that he knew he couldn't have. Such as a candy bar.

TK hardly ever allowed his son to have candy, nor ice cream. This made the little blonde upset, having loved the both of them.

"Are we really daddy?" asked Kyoshi, sticking his thumb in his mouth. TK grabbed Kyoshi's small wrist and gently pulled, making the boy stop sucking his thumb. Kyoshi whimpered a bit.

"You know better. You're too old. You're a big boy now, and big boy's don't suck their thumbs. And yes. We really are going to get you some ice cream" Tk replied back, trying to be as loving as he could. He knelt down and picked the small six-year old up, to the thrillof Kyoshi.

For a six-tear old, Kyoshi was small. Too small for his age. He was a spitting image of TK, having blonde hair and blue eyes, and always wearing green. Kyoshi's favorite thing to wear was all his hats. He had so many of them.

Pulling Kyoshi into his arms, TK kissed him on the head, yet froze right after he did. There, in the middle of the boy's blonde hair, lay a long indigo colored strand of hair. It was small, maybe three hairs altogether, but they were there. TK inspected it closely, his eyes wide. The last time he'd seen that clolor of hair, it was on Ken. He remembered the night before Ken left that he commented that Ken's hair had grown real long, running his hand through it.

"Ow!" moaned Kyoshi as TK pulled the hairs out of his son's hair. Anger swept through TK. How dare he be haunted like that. Be haunted by finding his son have a strand of hair the color of Ken's. Hadn't Ken stolen enough from him? His other son. His heart!

"Sorry" mumbled TK, shifting Kyoshi in his arms. "Hair got caught in the zipper of my jacket." A full faced lie. TK hated to lie. But what was he supposed to say. 'Oh sorry, you had some hair growing that was the same color as your other father's?'

No.

TK looked up and saw that he had led the two to a Ice Cream shoppe. TK didn;t bother to look at the name of the shoppe, he didn't really care. They were far away from home, it didn;'t matter. TK had no job, though he was trying hard to get one of his books published. His supposed wife, Kari Kamiya, worked at the school. A kindergarden teacher. The perfect job for her.

She and TK were not married, but they lived together and were so close, anyone would assume they were married. Kari was happy living with them. Then again, she always was.

She stayed at home as TK walked aimlessly around, subconciously searching for the one person he hasn't been able to find in years. Kyoshi was usually dragged along for the ride, since Kari was at work. It didn'd bother TK. he loved his son very much, and it gave him company.

"Wow Daddy! You really did take me to get ice cream!" cried Kyoshi, as though he'd been expecting his father not to. TK nodded.

As they walked in, TK observed that the shoppe was all done in pastels. There was a white marbled bar where waitresses stood and waited upon costumers. They all wore white frilly tops and navy blue aprons, their hair all cute. Most were women who were waitressing, but TK could see several male chefs and cooks in the back.

You could order snadwhiches and the like, but the most was ice cream and smoothies. TK walked up and waited for service. As he sat there waiting, he let Kyoshi sit on one of the high chairs at the bar. He played with a napkin dispencer until he heard a loud crash of silverware and glasses shattering down on the floor.

LOking up, TK found that a waitress had dropped her tray behind the counter, and now a groups of girls were trying to help her clean up.

"Jillian!" he heard one of the woman complain as she helped. "Go on! I'll get this! We have a costumer!"

The girl named Jillian stood up and flattened out her apron, looking nervous. She flipped out a notepad and pen, ready to write down what TK wanted to order.

"Sorry about that..." she began. "First day here you see and -"

TK didn't hear the rest, his eyes were too focused on hers. Those eyes...He then heard her voice. It didn't sound as though it belonged to her. It sounded...

"Sir?" her loud voice interupted his thought. TK blinked, fumbling a bit.

"Oh! Sorry! Um..." He turned to Kyoshi. "What would you like son?"

"A vanilla cone please daddy!" giggled the boy. Jillian smiled, writing it down on her pad.

"And for you sir?" Jillian asked after doing so.

"Same thing" he muttered. Jillian wrote it down, then looked up at TK, suddenly looking nervous again.

"Uh...Do I know you?" asked TK, pointing a finger at her. TK watched as a shiver ran through her thin body.

"Uh...I don't believe so sir..." she replied humbly. "Just let me go get your order..."

TK nodded, and after a minute or so she came back with the cones, handing the vanilla cones to them. "Are you sure?" TK was insistant, and Jillian could tell.

"Why do you think we have?" she asked.

"You look familiar..." TK replied softly. Jillian then did something very odd. She fixed her top, making it all the more noticable that she was a female, then threw back her hair, like all girls did. It was very long. It was a dark indigo.

'Like Ken's...' thought TK.

TK noticed something else. Her outfit was slightly different then everybody else's. while the other woman wore their white blouse tops more open, Jillian had her's buttoned all the way to the very top.

"Well, I'm sure they're are a lot of other woman who look like me..." she said after several minutes. She coughed a bit. "Maybe even some guys out there..."
TK shifted at this. "Yeah, you're right." he licked at his dripping ice cream cone, only to look over and see that his son was almost done with his.

"So? You from around here?" asked Jillian.

"No."

"Ah, well, I would say see you around...but.." she trailed off.

"Well, actually, I might be back. See...I'm looking for someone..." Jillian made her look of nervousness again. "His name's Ken Ichijouji."

Jillian blinked, then began to laugh in a really high-pitched laugh. Almost fake. Her face flushed greatly. Fanning herself with her hand, she turned around slightly. "Oh, I've heard of him before. Spoilt little brat wasn't he? I've seen him on the news! Disapeared though...Tragic."

TK nodded, curious about her bahvior.

"Well, I gotta go..." mumbled TK, taking Kyoshi by the hand and getting up. Kyoshi happily finished his cone as they walked out the door, unbeknownst to the curiousity and suspicion Jillian had given TK.