Authors note: Ever since I have seen digimon three and four I have been obsessed; not just with the fact that they were great anime season, but for some reason I feel like they are more connected than they really are. In fact I don't think they're from different Quadrants. So I'm starting out the saga that I call Digital Soldiers, with the backstory of Our main Hero. Enjoy and if you have a problem with it let me know so I can Improve it. Warning: This Fanfiction contains violent content, adultery, and gruesome details.

Thank you.

Chapter 1:

Five years ago three children were taken, two returned, each were reborn. I'm sorry for giving you this ridiculous riddle and you'd probably wonder to yourselves how could that happen? Another question is why? Why would these three children be taken? what have they done?

To explain all this, we must go to how this all the way to when it first began. This all happened in the middle of the night. The chill-dark, and gloomy atmosphere would've been too much, especially for a six and a half-year old boy that snuggled himself to sleep in his bed, with a teddy-bear that his "aunt" Yugi gave to him. Takato woke up from a nightmare that nearly made him wet his light-striped blue pajamas, (thank god he didn't). He stood up and tried to shake the nightmare remains off of his shaggy brown hair. He wonders to himself, Why is this happening to me? I don't have anything to scare me. I am happy. Right? The child unfortunately, was about to fear the worst.

Granted, he was a happy boy in Obaida. He had friends to play with, a happy mother and a. . . well, his father was just. . . off. The little rascal knows that his father loved him, he just also notice that his father's a bit, strange - even terrifying at times. Both of his parents are well-respected. His mother is a big shot teacher, she even received an award from the mayor for her high-school-drama teachings (too bad no one really cared). His father was an almost undefeated street fighter, well known for combining styles of martial art, and using them to build an underground fight club to train others (too bad a lot of people cared) . He also had a day job in a top computer business, but in reality it's just something to keep his recognition very hidden. Sometimes he would take his son to see some of the fights, just to get accustomed to it, but he doesn't let the Fight Club be his life.(1) some fight clubs throughout the world are legal.

Some of these men were beaten pretty badly after the club, but since it has to be kept a secret from many people, they would go home and reveal their worried wives and fearful families their badly bruised bodies. This lead to many of their wives, who had children, to learn and know the name Matsuda's very well. So whenever the boy would go to the park or school for that matter, He would be watched by all the parents , he wasn't a lonely boy by any means no, but whenever he wanted to play with some of the kids, their mothers would always keep an eye on him. Some wanted their children to stay completely away from him. It was as if they knew him well, though he had never actually met them. He knew the reason they were staring at him, was because of his father.

His father wasn't a bad man; just a fighter. People however knew the fact that the boy's father was also a ruthless fighter that sent others to the hospital or worse. Most of the mothers would go up to him and ask him, "Do you know what your father does?" at which the boy kindly says "He does Computers." They would then walk away either crying or calling their children to come back. This give people illusions of a son that doesn't know what his father, named Kentaro does. But the boy has to give them a smaller truth to take his chances. That's his survival of getting by in a fearful society. For many fear Kentaro, like an unknown monster, but Takato doesn't really care what people think of him.

He has two friends named Daniel and Lisa, though his father doesn't want him to have too much fun with them. His parents' friends were always kind to him especially his father's two best friends: Takehiro, an MMA fighter who took a career in the culinary arts and dreamt of having his own restaurant, and Yugi, a female lawyer who loved to babysit the boy whenever she could. They seemed to be the only adults aside from his parents that he knew, considering that his father had said to him "You can trust them."

The kid wasn't a whiner, he loved his life in Obaida. . .that is until his father had joined this "club". This club, The D.S.P.C. Foundation (1) had a motive that's difficult to understand. Their goal as an organization was to bring a necessary form of change by securing, capturing, protecting, or in most cases destroying anything that might be a threat, or so they said to him. They're a very closed group, only a hand-picked of societies' most well-trained may join this foundation: from well-respected occupants such as politicians, scientists, teachers and engineers to the hard, low-blow paying occupants as farmers, mechanics, thieves and even fighters, which is how the lads father got involved in it.

Before he joined the lad's father, Kentaro was just an everyday computer technician for a major big corporation. He loved spending time with his family, and beating the living shit out of punks that deserve it. After that, the boys' father became. . . well . . . threatening. Kentaro stopped spending much quality time with them, he barely tried to figure out the name of his son, every weekend night he came home loud and drunk trying to see if a little punk wanted to fight him - in the end he fights one punk in his house, but it usually ends with the "punk" sobbing and being cradled by his mother - and every day when he's sober he would often say strange and disturbing things to the boy such as: "The red in your eyes keeps the monster inside," and "Soon, there will be a day where you'll release it."

The boy's mother, Mie, hears this and demands to know the meaning of these things but Ken would then scream and curse at her, causing the boy to go to his room, close his eyes, press his hands on his ears and dream a happy memory. As the days went on things began to slowly go back to happier times. Ken calmed down and apologized to Mie, promising that he'd joined support groups. She accepted it. They would often go out to certain events such as the movies, musicals, and sort of funding events from his "club", and as much a the lad would beg for them to take him with, they'd leave the boy with Yugi. The kid didn't mind as she'd lets him stay up all night, eat pizza or ramen, watch late shows, play secret games, and would strictly say to him "Don't let Mommy and daddy know." Things were going back to the they used to be.

That is until that night. The boy was tossing and turning in his little bed. He had a sense of urgency to go and hit something but his body was restrained by his mind. 'Why was dad screaming at momma? Why is he like that? Did I do something wrong?' He heard a thud. He woke up. The silhouettes of the room frightened him a little as he gazed around in his room, the chestnut closet door open, for some reason. The urgency went away, as he soon calmed himself down and went to ask his mother for a glass of water. He shook his shaggy brown hair around, and tried to walk on drunk feet to the door. Then, he heard his mother's rapid and heavy footsteps and his mind began to tense. Mie was tearing up for some reason."Why is mommy in a hurry?" he thought. "Why is she crying, did daddy do something wrong? who was she calling?" All this questioning fell to a halt when he heard his mother on the phone. This is what he heard:

(Phone Call to emergency)

operator: 9-1-1. what's your emergency?

woman: Hello?! I need someone to help me. He's after my son!

operator: Ok miss, calm down. where are you located?

woman: 24 Ōbidai, Munakata-shi, Fukuoka-ken please hurry!

Operator: Okay help is on the way. I need to know who's after your son?

woman: My husband.

operator: Okay- Hold on, did you say your husband is after your son?

woman: Yes...

operator: What is your husband's name?

woman: Matsu- (tire screeching). . . . (sudden bang) he's here!

operator: Don't worry madam, help is on the way

woman: Hurry! ( door opens with a thud)

man in background: Mie! where is he?!

Mie: Ken please think about what you're doing! (smack)

operator: Hello madam . . . .Hello!

(After the call)

The boy ran out of the room. He hid on the wall close to the staircase. There he saw his father: a man with a short button-up blue shirt with blood slashes on the top left sleeve and the middle of the shirt, black pants with a knife handle on right pocket and the brown leather hunting shoes he would use on certain occasions. Kentaro's face has a certain figure that would make men fear him and and dark-brown spiked hair that was made to make anyone beneath him. He was in disbelief to see his own wife "betray" him.

"You called the police on me?" he asked. The shock of what had replaced her husband left Mie speechless. A short glare later, Ken decided to go to what the foundation wanted. The boy ran back to his room and shut the door. "Takato!" He ran towards Takato's room and tried to open the door. "Takato!" sudden banging follows. "Open the door!" Mie finally got out of her daze and tried to fight Kentaro away from Takato. "Kentaro, leave him alone" Mie shouted as she tried desperately to move Ken. Ken had then had enough of her and pushed her hard to the wall.

Takato backed away from the door. He knew what his father was like, so he did the best that he could to hide. "Open the fucking door!" Ken says in full rage. Mie tries as best as she could to calm Ken down but she heard a sound of car tires screeching the streets. By a nearby window she could see a grey Mitsubishi SUV and inside were three men. Now she's petrified of what yet to come. "Ken please stop!"

"Shut up!" Ken scorned as he pushed her aside.

Takato knew he was in danger. He did the best he could to hide in the closet, even trying to put his socks and shoes on, in case he needed to kick harder. Kentaro grew weary and just kicked the door in. He searched for Takato, throwing everything from the bed, the drawers, and until he finds him squatting on the edge of the closet. "Get up, get up! Now!" He grabs Takato by the right arm and drags him out of his room. Seeing his mother on the floor, he tried to go to her but the grip of his father's hand kept holding him back. "Momma?" The boy begins to beg for his mother's arms of safety. "Momma, please No!"

"Ken, please don't do this. Ken? Please!" Mie began to beg. Kentaro just looked at her with gloomy eyes. "Takato let go!" Ken scorned as he grabbed Takato's hand.

"No! I don't want to leave. Dad please, I don't want to go." Takato leaped to his mothers arms while Kentaro grabbed him by the shirt. Mie clinched her son tight but her husband's strength and rage overpowered her. "Don't do this!" Mie cried out. "I'm sorry I lied to you Ken. Please don't Take it out on Takato! don't choose this over your family! Please Ken!"

"The choice was already made!" Ken picked the boy up on his shoulders took him away. Takato struggled, and shaking, called out to his mother, "Momma! No Momma!"

"Ken... No!" was the last thing Takato heard after his father slammed the door and took him to a car. Three men, who Takato had never seen were in the car waiting. "We have to leave now." Ken demanded.

"Ok, get the kid in and let's take him to the foundation." Kentaro gave them the frightened boy. The boy looked at his father with shocked eyes; not only was his father taking him away to a place where he knows no one, but he's also leaving Takato with a group of men unknown to him. "Dad." Takato whimpered as he desperately tries to fight his way to run. The three men hold him down as Ken says to Takato, "You're going to go with these men. They need to do this for the greater good and we can't do it without you." He closed the door on his son as he continued. "Takato, I know you'll be upset, and I'm sorry," He placed a kiss on his son forehead and whispers to his left ear, " Die well, my son."

"Dad? Dad!?" Kentaro walked away from the passenger door. The goons in the car rip open an new roll of Gorilla tape and placed some of it on the boy's mouth and wrapped his wrist and ankles with rope. A bag covered his eyes. Takato heard the men arguing after that.

"Make sure you find a way out of the city. Michael will meet you at the cargo ship." Kentaro told the Driver leaving the three men to have their way with his son. Outside of what's happening in the car, Takehiro rush out of his house and witnessed everything. Takehiro couldn't believe what his friend and fellow fighter had done, so he intervened. "Kentaro!"

Ken looked at Takehiro. He looked like he was coming back from work with an average yellow polo shirt and blue jeans. Kentaro decides to deal with him told the men to go already. These bastards drove off, with the tire painting the road with its streak."Takehiro, you should know better than to interrupt someone's conversation; now they've left."

"Where did they took Takato?"

"They took him to a place where he can fulfill his part for the newer future. You should thank me by now."

"What the fuck are you talking about some newer future? Do you have any idea what you've done!" he took a glance at the Matsuda house. "Where's Mie?"

"She's in the house- Hey!" Kentaro pushed Takeshiro away from the house. "You weak infected bastard!" Takehiro was taken back by his friends outburst. He took a blow from Ken to the right cheek. He glared at Kentaro, but was caught off guard by Ken's push kick to the stomach. "I know that you been seeing Mie behind my back and I know that you were planning to take her to Shinjuku with you, but you know what? she is mine!" Kentaro front kicked Hiroaki in the center chest causing him to fall. "Why? Why would you take her away from me? Is it because I got a better job than you? Well I got news for you: if you think I would go easy on my family leaving me think again. I will risk anything to keep this family from leaving. Even. . . even if it means starting over." Takehiro was in total shock. He has those men kill Takato! "Why Ken, Takato didn't do anything! Why did you sent him away, your own son."

"My son?" Ken knew that Takehiro was a very eccentric fighter; Takehiro is unpredictable. Ken walks around to place himself for a fight as he continues. "My son. Takato is no longer my son! He is now property to the organization, where he can do what he was meant to. Why would you even care about him? You should be thankful. You're going to ruin my marriage and now you don't have to worry about taking care of someone else's sperm. This is my gift to you and that bitch of a wife! " Takehiro didn't bother to listen and just ran towards Kentaro throwing a fist. Kentaro took the first hit on his left cheek but suddenly realizing that the next fist was coming right towards him, he dodged and threw a blow at Takahiro's gut. responding to the pain Takehiro backed up kicked Ken's groin with his left leg. the two men brawled for about ten to fifteen seconds until Takeshiro grabbed Ken right hand, used his left foot to sweep ken back right ankle off-balance, and used his foot to hit Kens back side of the head, giving him time to get to Mie. "Mie!" Takehiro called out as he ran towards the house.

By the time Mie opened the door the police arrived, with guns armed to the belt. Mie began to explain the situation to the officers and Takehiro explained that the vehicle of the men that took Takato was a gray Mitsubishi SUV. The deputy cuffed Kentaro and took him in the car while Kentaro was screaming "Takehiro I know you slept with her! Mie! Mie! It has to be done Mie! Takato must Die! Takato must die. " and so on and so forth. The officer known as Pat called in for any near officers inbound to suspect a gray SUV. "Do you think they'll find Takato on time?" Mie panicked.

"I'm sure they wouldn't be that far." Takehiro tried to calm her down. "Beside, the police know what to do. They're good at finding people. They'll find Takato."

"He's right you know!" Officer Pat intrudes them. "My men are all tough as anvils that even bombs can't break. They'll find your son."

(somewhere on the road on the streets of Odaiba)

On the side of the road near the nearest shopping mall was a street police car. Inside the streetcar is a patrol officer who left his partner on the hospital for earlier event involving a man high on a mix overdose on bath salts and Bromo-dragonfly, wielding a butcher's knife. Obviously suffering from this, the officers decided to at least have him on the patrol car until his shift was over.

The officer thought of his life for a second; his life from the day he got out of high school till now.'What am I going to do?' He thought. 'I don't want to have dishonor in my name, but at the same time I don't want just be a piece-of-shit-parking-ticket-marriage-managing pig. I want to protect and serve not become the pig that stops the party. 'I know I don't- No! This is not what I want my life this way. I don't want to be that fucker who gets nothing in return.'. I want something that matters.' Officer Hiroaki Kanbara, a trained officer with about six months of training, four months of being a rookie, three years of managing paperwork, and half a year watching pigs that only do twenty percent of their job getting the higher ranked positions, is fed up.

He figured that maybe his wife would help him lighten the mood for him, so he pick up his cell phone and called her. "Hello?" a beautiful voice made the cop smile. "Yuriko its me, just calling to see if you'd still be up." He sighed after, giving Yuriko the clue that her husband was not feeling well. "Hiroaki what's wrong?"

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"Well, first how are the kids?"

"They're doing okay! Well, Sera had a fight with Takuya over a Digimon card that I brought Sera earlier, and He threw a tantrum. I had to calm him down with ice cream." Well that made his day. Hiroaki giggled at the thought of his young six-year-old son having chocolate ice cream just so he can keep his joy. Hiroaki had to ask though "What card was it?"

"It was Lillymon her favorite!"

"Oh, then I can see why she's upset. How are they now?"

"They're sound asleep in their beds, and I put Shinya in his crib and he's, well, sleeping like a baby."

There was laughter, but it didn't last. Pause. The smile that was on Hiroaki's face started to fade to the back seat of the car. He already knew that he has mortgage problems from the college Hiroaki went and Yuriko's debt from that expensive university that bastard of a father had sent her. And they knew very well that if they couldn't pay the seventy grand that the bank wanted, the Kanbaras' would lose just about everything: their cars, their home, and they would be left in poverty that they would give up the kids to adoption and none of them want that, at all. Yet it seems that he had the urge to spill the problems on the line. So without waiting, she began. "So what about you?"

"I" He pause, but with all this frustration on his mind he had to let go and tell her. A tear of embarrassment sheds on Hiroaki's face when he confessed to her, "I'm a failure."

"What? Hiroaki, you can't say that about yourself?"

"I'm sorry Yuri but, I feel like I failed. I failed as a father, I failed as a husband, I failed as someone who would've been a somebody."

"Hiroaki, listen to me! You didn't fail." Yuriko snapped Hiroaki out of his rant. "All we are, right now, is at a rough point in life that's all-"

"I know that but. . ." He held his anger by the throat. The pain was getting to breath started to become more heavier. Every pound of oxygen had caused to make his anger twice as heavier. Hiroaki's minds start to twist and stretched his thought of negativity and self-hatred, as he starts to groan and his fist clenched to the wheel of the car. Yuriko tries to calm him down, "Hiroaki? Hiroaki what's wrong?"

"I can't take it!" He threw a hard punch at the horn. Once a calm gentleman now acting like a frustrated and angry animal, he starts beating the inside of the car getting his rage out.(AN: if you have seen the film 50/50, then you know what scene I am talking about). He yelled out a huge scream that would have broke the car window or made it crack.

"Hiroaki stop it! You know you can't worry that much, you're going to get yourself sick!" Hiroaki sighed for a bit, calming himself down and letting the cool air breeze inside, making him comfortable. Yuriko's voice soothes his inner pain. "Just breathe, Hiroaki. Everything will be ok."

"You're right. I'll calm down."

"See you feel a bit better already. Now when are you done for tonight?"

"Well you see that's the thing because, you know Michael, my partner?"

"Oh yes the man who gave Takuya his overgrown hat, yes."

"He's in the hospital." Yuriko want to gasp of shock, but then sighed. She knew the dangers of becoming an officer and that sooner or later all the officers would end at a hospital bed. . . Even those who are as kind as Michael Occhi.

Yuriko tried to comfort him. "What are you doing now?"

"Right now in about ten minutes my shift would be over. I'm going to head back to the station and get my things. Listen Yuriko, I'm sorry I lost control of talking. I'll make it up."

"Don't worry about it. Just please remember to say what's on your mind. You know it's what the youtube videos would say."

"And what do 'they' say?"

"Talking is like filling a cup with water; the more you hold in thoughts and things to say the more likely it would eventually spill." He sighed, while looking on the car mirror. "I wish I could say more about opening up right now," he says.

"Come home and we'll talk more about it."

"Alright don't stay up too late though. I'll see you at home."He paused. anything can happen now so its best to just say it. "I love you."

"Likewise. . . I love you too."

Beep

Hiroaki couldn't wait to be at the safety of his home. No houses to crash, no fights to break up, not even the complaints of civilians just for complaining. He was going to pack up and head home.

That was, until a glazed silver car blasted its way through a red light. 'Figures, Right at the end of my shift!' he turned on the siren and chased after them. "Officer Kanbara Hiroaki in pursuit of a grey SUV for speeding through a red light. Suspect is not stopping, I repeat; suspect is not stopping."

"This is the Hive station 145, can you get me what on the licence plate." Hiroaki started to close in on the SUV from hell. He glanced over the Licence plate and continued reporting this. "I got TDH-725- e 3798 all in green text, Over"(2)

"Ok, give me a moment, okay there seems to be a stolen vehicle. . .Wait this is the car used for another crime the suspect committed earlier ." the operator gasped.

"Okay could you give me the crime?"

"Well they ki. . ." the connection was breaking as the car begin to go into the woods. "Hello, can anyone. . . FUCK!" Hiroaki was stuck chasing a couple of suspects he has no information on, and now he lost connection to the police station so he couldn't call for backup. 'Oh well, the only thing I know is that they're wanted; sucks to be them.' Hiroaki floored his foot to the gas ramming the SUV.

Takato's scared senseless. The wool bag over his head kept him blind, all the sounds around him became more intense and deepened his fear. . One of the voices starts cursing near his ear, while another man starts to hold him and tries to creepily calm him down "This is Bullshit! lose this pig already!" Takato hears one of them rambling in one ear. "Shh , Don't worry little lamb, it will be over soon," Takato hears that on the other ear. He starts to feel the creeper's hand run up his thigh, as he hears a faint giggle. He feels more like they were going to do sinister things that will make Takato puke of fear and frantic. 'Oh no please, not there!' He screamed in his mind.

"What are you doing" one of them said.

"I'm trying to calm him down."

"By rolling his dice! You fuckin sicko." The two men argued for a while with the smell of smoke and oil forming up on Takato's nose. they all felt a push from the back. "Hey, can you lose this fucker already? !"

The driver spoke back. "I keep trying to lose him but he won't budge! You two, shoot him!".

Bang!

The Crooks kept bickering at each other about the boy while shooting bullets, making Takato cringe on what was happening now or what are they going to do to him. The car started moving upwards to a hill. The chase was still going. "Hey, can you drive a little faster slug?"

"He's still on our ass!"

The driver scorned at the two,"If you two stopped arguing and deal with that blue-boy motherfucker, we would be there by now. Deal with it!"

The officer knew now that this was going to get ugly, seeing as the creeper and the yeller were aiming for his head. Hiroaki didn't want to have Yuriko to have a kid without him so he did the logical thing and ram into the crooks car. This ended up to his advantage seeing as the suspects clumsily dropped their pistols after. "Shit! I dropped my gun." The creeper responded embarrassingly. "Fuck, FUUUUCK! This is not how its supposed to be!"

"We're not going to make it." Takato overhears the driver. Then, the little boy hears the creeper that was reaching him said "Then it looks like we have to do the ritual here." Once Takato hears this he began to feel the yellers hand begin to fiercely grab hold of his right arm. "Do it quick, I don't think this cop wants to arrest us anymore!" Takato heard the driver and the men did as they were told. He tried to evade away from them, shaking and kicking his tied hands and feet to wherever they were. "Hold still you little punk!" At that moment Takato felt They grabbed takato to the back and began saying things that made Takato's eyes begin to cry.

"The day will come when the Lords of Destruction will arrive when Subject are complete. Now, for the monsters of the next realm, we shall carry out one." The bastard removes the bag away to see a startled Takato. Takato notices the knife. "For this moment, we will release this HAZARDOUS weapon!" The knife was raised; Takato had his eyes widening, the moment began to haunt him. This is the moment where he dies.

Meanwhile Officer Hiroaki decided enough is enough, "Alright you motherfuckers enjoy the ride to hell!" He rammed his car on the side of the SUV causing it to spin out of control. The driver tried to steer their way to safety, but it was too late.

Crash.

The car began to flip drop to the edge of the hill. Everyone inside of it tossed and turned, and the crooks lives met their end: the driver's seat landed on a boulder head first, his head popped with brain splatter squirting on the car window, killing him instantly. The yeller with the knife missed his target slipped and tossed until the knife stabbed him in the neck, destroying his voice box. He died slowly and painfully. The creeper on the passenger's seat hurled out of the window rolling down through a couple of rocks and land to the ground; he could've lived until the car landed on his whole body squashing him like a cockroach. The hand that crept Takato was the only thing untouched. Takato being tossed and turned surfers from minor injuries with little glass puncturing his hand. Almost everyone in that car was dead; the boy, barely.

Keep in mind that Hiroaki didn't know that the men had Takato. All he really knew was that they were suspects and they open fired on an officer, and his life was on the line, therefore he had to take action, resulting the crooks' deaths. To Hiroaki, he felt like this was his game changer.

He ran out of the car to see his doing at the end of the cliff. He smiled in victory, thinking that with this he might get promoted. He returned to his car with style, his head playing the music that makes him feel victorious (A.N: you know what I'm talking about!) He picked up the radio. "This is officer Kanbara, I've taken down the suspects on a parking lot near the national park outside Odaiba. I need an ambulance and tell them to bring some black bags while they're at it, one of them is in pieces."

"Roger that, has the. . ." Static flooded the system.

"Damn this! Well they're bringing the ambulance to my site, I think. That's all that matters." Hiroaki placed himself sitting in the back of his car. He felt like a champion. He felt his pocket begin to make music and vibrate. 'Maybe its Yuriko,' he thought as he picked up his phone. To his surprise it wasn't Yurikos number. In fact there wasn't even a name on the screen. Just a screen that say one word: Unknown.

Hiroaki decided that this person was going to keep on calling him until he picks up so he press the screen and put the device on his ear. "Hello?"

"I bid you well done in killing everyone you needed to kill in the car I'm sure if people saw the chase they would see you as a hero." Hiroaki gasped, being held back by the shock that someone was watching him. he turned all around to his surroundings trying to find the caller. "don't try to find us. . . " the caller continued. "We've seen it all by satellite so don't bother trying to spot us."

Hiroaki now wants questions. "Who is this, and what do you want?"

" I know that you seem a bit upset right now-"

"Yes I seem a bit upset! seeing as you are spying on a police officer! Who are you?"

. . . there was a pause. Hiroaki had just gone from mr. suave to a no-fuss Norman. "Listen fucker, I don't know who you are and I don't how you got a hold of me, but I just don't give a shit right now; if you don't respond back to me, I going to-"

"Yamaki. " Hiroaki, still with grit-tight teeth, took a step back. "What did you say?"

"My name is Yamaki. seeing as the name the showed on the screen of your phone is 'Unknown' I would like to give you my name."

Hiroaki looked around once more, hoping to catch a glimpse at where this guy, or his equipment might be. Hiroaki feels like he can trust this man but at the same time he doesn't who he or his organization works for. The question on his mind: what do they want from me?

"Why are you following me?"

"To take a look at your credentials"

"Credentials?"

"You see the organization I work for is in charge of keeping the peace of reality to this world, however we are running low on agents. We figure that we could look for law-trained citizens to help us with our mission to end this group, that you now have meet." Yamaki Pause for a second , giving in the time for Hiroaki to have everything sink in. Then he gave it to him."We would like to hire you, as an agent."

"So you're an agency huh? you seem to sound like a scam, so I'm just going to hang up now."

"Fine then if you think we're a scam then I would hang up, and you will never have the chance of undoing the mistake you're about to do." Yamaki was hoping and received Hiroaki's gag of suspense. "What do you mean by mistake?" Hiroaki asked.

"Tell me Hiroaki, what do you know about the people you just killed?" Yamaki got Hiroaki in a figurative chokehold. Hiroaki with his eyes wide, was now thinking to himself, Don't tell me they kidnapped someone. He went over to the scene of his actions, rushing to see what the mother of hell Yamaki meant. "Yamaki are you still there?"

"Yes."

"Well it seems that the operators line kept going on static every time she tried to state the charges, can you tell me what they did?"

"They were charged with a bundle of things." Yamaki began to list the charges as Hiroaki slows his pace, held his gun out, if the survivor would want to fight, and investigates the scene. "They were charge of vandalism, speeding, robbing families and when they joined this group they were brought in they were doing things more serious such as robbing banks, breaking and entering, kidnapping. . ." Hiroaki sees something move in the car. He moved in closer to see what was it. Then he notice something, a hand. It wasn't a mature hand but more of a hand of a child. "Hello? This is the police!" He moved a little closer hoping that the hand was from the wasn't. His eyes widen in shock to find a little child body limb on the back of the truck.

Shit. Hiroaki now regretting his victory screech minutes ago, now is contradicting with his shame and foolishness. I killed him, he thought. I didn't stop and think about my actions and now a boy is dead because of me. He brought his head down away from the sight of his victim and continued to curse at himself.

His screams of deep depression would probably wake the dead, though maybe that was what he wants. He couldn't handle this pressure now. So far as of this night he has a call saying that his taxes were overdue so he and Yuriko would have to leave Odaiba, he faced off a mauler who didn't know what he was doing, his partner is now in the hospital because the mauler slashed his stomach, he's suffering in a state of depression that maybe the guy would notice and tell the chief, and now to make matters incredibly worse, he has now accidentally killed a little boy in the middle of the chase. He didn't want to see the look on his parents face when he has to bring the bad news. Hiroaki looked at his gun. Could this be the end of my misery? He thought. Just one shot and the world would forget me. No more anger. No more stress. No more things that will try to do what they can to give me pain. He aim the gun at his forehead and tried to close his eyes. My easy way out.

He heard a gasp and opened his eyes. Could it be? He thought. He moved in closer to see Takato still breathing, with the urge to cry.

Takato was lying in the back with blood dripping on his right arm and left leg. "Hey!" He heard a voice. Next thing he saw was a police officer with shaggy hair and a small mustache. "Don't worry help is on the way. You be with your mama soon." He then grabbed his walkie talkie and then began to report the scene."Officer Hiroaki Kanbara at a hill near the 521 south Shirokane freeway at Odaiba. The SUV was found with one injured survivor in the SUV. We need an ambulance! Over!"

Static.

"Shit." He threw the radio, rendering it as useless. He remembers Yamaki still on the phone. "Hello, Yamaki! Are you still there?"

"Yes. Don't worry about repeating anything, help is on the way." Hiroaki is just relieved to have this "stranger" at his side."Could you tell me how bad is it."Hiroaki took a look at Takato, who at this point is struggling to stay awake. "He's bleeding pretty badly. We need an ambulance ASAP, Over!"

"Don't worry, help is on the way. Takato is going to be just fine." Hiroaki grabbed the boy and held in his arms. He now knows that this boy's name is Takato Matsuda, but what he doesn't understand is why the fuck does these fuckers want with him. "Hold on Takato." Hiroaki said. "Hold on. . ."

Well there you have it, the first chapter of my saga. What do you think please review and tell me what you did not like or what you did like. First off i want to say that I will be focusing more on two of the characters:

One is Takato, who at this point of the story is a young little six-year-old boy. If you are the many/few who don't know who he is, I apologies but I'm not going to explain what happened in the series and how he is compared to there. As we go further and further into the story, Takato will kind of be a punching bag of mine (not really), revealing the many things about his past and his dark and angry side.

And the second is Hiroaki. Now not many of you know who Hiroaki is and that is actually great. It's kind of what I want to do as a writer( particularly a fanfiction writer) is to make those you know little about in the series feel like you want to know more about him. Hiroaki Kanbara in the series is Takuya's father in the 4th series and . . . that's it. We don't know anything else, but the way he used to look like( there was a photo of him with Takuya and Shinya). To me that's the character I want to mold into a character that I hope you would know (and like, but you don't have to). Anyway Hiroaki in this part of the saga will show how he became a member of an organization called HYPNOS, and how he became the way he is later on. Whether you love or hate the way I made this character, Please comment on how I am doing with Hiroaki.

The next chapter would be arriving soon so please keep on reading, and guys please keep reading the earlier chapters because there is going to be changes .I will see you guys soon.

1: A Lot of people might laugh but a few months ago I Stumbled across a very interesting website about a creepypasta called, "the SCP Foundation." I really enjoyed it and thought that would be a great idea for a story. But in the case of Digimon I couldn't make