HW: Raissa and LVJ, front and center.

Raissa: Present.

LiLVarajon: Right here.

HW: I've got a fic idea. ::whispers to the two::

LiLVarajon: We'll get right on it.

HW: You know the drill.

Raissa: HW doesn't own Digimon, nor does she claim too. All those who feel that she should, however, please join her in writing a letter to the writers in Japan.

LiLVarajon: Shout outs to Dreamer4, Dark Gamer, Light Gamer, EeyoreP, SaturnsChild, Knight, Evil Tenchi, Fallen angel of Hope, Immia, AlexPG13, Wolfie, PhoenixChild, TogetherAgain, AAUK, Arylwren, and Digicowboy. Special dedication to Dream Street (like they read this stuff) for inspiration.

Raissa: Picture Matt and TK with three brothers, Kevin, Corbette, and Corey. The five like to sing. So one of them comes up with a brilliant idea: to form a band. Unfortunately, they have to play in bars for work. Then they get a record deal. And things go from bad to worse.

LiLVarajon: And here's The Ishida Brothers, Chapter 1: Meet the Ishidas, by LiLVarajon and Raissa.

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The Ishida Brothers

By: Hopeful Writer

Dictated by: LiLVarajon and Raissa

Chapter 1: Meet the Ishidas

"And now, here's the Ishida brothers!"

17-year-old Matt Ishida began to sing. He and his four brothers, TK, Kevin, Corbette, and Corey, made up the Ishida brothers. They were a motley crew, working in bars to make money. They didn't have a CD; they couldn't find an agent. The more the boys looked at it, the more it seemed like a pipe dream. But TK's optimistic spirit kept them in the business.

It had been TK's idea to start a band in the first place. Matt, Kevin, Corey, and Corbette had laughed at him, teasing him about his thought. But the more the middle child had tried to convince them, the more he had succeeded.

Though Matt and Corbette, twins, were the real lookers of the group, it was 12-year-old Corey who possessed a rather magical charm that kept the band in business. Corey was the youngest, with a very happy demeanor. He, like the rest of the boys, had sparkling blue eyes, but his glittered a little more than the others.

Kevin was 13. He had already graduated from the school of hard knocks. Kevin's past was mysterious, even to his brothers. He was adopted, yet he was part of the family. When he was born, his parents were divorced. Because they didn't want anyone to know they had been together the whole time, they put the baby up for adoption. Later, they adopted him back into the family, claiming that they were looking for an addition. This was after Corey had been born. But the similarities were too difficult to deny and Kevin finally wheedled the truth out of his parents: he was a blood relative of his adoptive brothers.

Matt, Corbette, TK, and Corey knew little about Kevin's life at the orphanage. All they knew was that it wasn't a nice place. Most of the kids did drugs and were constantly violent. By the time he was eight, Kevin had been knocked out twice and had knocked out six people.

TK was the optimist. He was also the scholar of the family. While Matt, Corbette, and Corey could pull off some good grades, and Kevin rarely tried, TK was the one with the highest marks. You know, the one you always beat up for being the "curve-killer" on tests. He was too smart to be stuck working like that, but he'd never leave as long as his brothers were in it.

There wasn't much to say about TK after his optimism. His personality was so different from the norm that it was difficult to describe. He was cheerful, sunny, and proud one minute than angry and hostile the next. The kid had a wicked temper, only to be matched by his deep sensitivity.

TK was also the only member of the group with a steady girlfriend, or any girlfriend for that matter. He had been dating Kari Kamiya (A/N - Who didn't see that coming?) for four years, since he was eleven. Both had the same good-natured attitude and mischievous smile.

Corbette and Matt were twins. Matt was the older, by four minutes. They were identical, both with the trademark Ishida hair down to their chins. They even had the same scar from their left eye to their left ear, from falling off their bikes as kids. The boys had convinced everyone that they could read each other's minds and, for some reason, no one ever doubted them.

Matt was the more serious, more wistful twin. He was more inclined to look before leaping. He had an air of confidence about him, a shield of reliability. He was almost to the point of being cocky, yet his eyes told a different tale. Matt was very overprotective, especially of Kevin.

Corbette was the opposite in almost every way. He was daring, reckless even. He wasn't afraid to do anything. He was especially fond of motorcycles and dirt bikes. Corbette had a mischievous glint in his eyes and was easily the most cynical brother, even beating out Kevin. He, too, was overprotective, mostly of Corey, who was rather prone to getting taken advantage of.

So that was it. The Ishida Brothers. The five charming boys who were trying to make a name for themselves. The problem was, they played in bars. Anyone who learned their name was too drunk to remember it.

"I know you want, to make things right, to move ahead, find a way to win the fight," Matt sang, gripping the microphone comfortably. "And though it's hard, to keep the faith, we'll make it through, if we take it day by day."

Kevin took over, his white-blond hair, just a little lighter than his brothers, swishing as he spun. "They say that all good things, will come to those who wait. And if we believe in each other, I know we can make it together."

"Baby, it's just, a matter of time. If we can take it slow everything will be all right. Let it flow. And I know that we'll find, it's just a matter of time," the five boys sang together, the chorus.

"When you feel down, and out of touch and no one's there, no one's there to lift you up. Life's not as bad, as it may seem, just hold on tight and never lose sight of your dreams," Corbette continued.

Corey took over. "They say that all good things will come to those who wait. And if we believe in each other, I know we can make it together."

They sang the chorus again, then TK took over. "And if we ever lose our way, I know we can find the brighter day. There is no mountain, we can't climb. It's just a matter of time." At time, he jumped into the air and performed a small array of flips that seemed almost impossible. Even the drunk crowd gasped in approval.

The boys finished by singing the chorus a few more times. The sang the rest of their songs and left the bar, happy to walk away from the sickening smell of beer and pot.

"Is it worth it?" Matt asked, always the optimist (A/N - insert sarcastic tone there).

"Yes," was the quick reply from TK. "We made fifty bucks each tonight."

Matt sighed and laid a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "Look, TK, fifty bucks is good now, while we've still got Mom and Dad to pay for us. But Corbette and I have to go to college next year and the finances are going to get low. We need to make more than fifty bucks every-so-often."

The middle child sighed, his perpetual gleam somewhat stinted. "I know, but we'll get there if we keep trying. Think about the song, Matt. You wrote it. It's just a matter of time."

Matt shot a glance at his twin, who shrugged back. The oldest child sighed, too. "Okay, TK. Another gig, another night at the bar. We'll do it all again."

TK beamed, finally making Matt feel like it was the right decision. "You're the best, guys," he praised, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears.

Another night was going to be more drastic than they thought.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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HW: That's all for Chapter 1: Meet the Ishidas. Stay tuned for Chapter 2: Look Who's Watching.

LiLVarajon: Please review. Flames accepted, criticism appreciated, compliments worshipped.

Raissa: A word of advice. You will be laughed at for your flames, be wary.

HW: That's all for now. See you next time! §LaTa§ -- hW