Digimon: The Legacy
Part Two
By Chris Ryan

Disclaimer: I don’t own Digimon, nor will I probably ever. Don’t flame me or anything if you don’t like how your favorite character doesn’t have much or any lines in this or anything = this is my first ‘fic series and it contain many knew characters in it. Bear with me, people. This fic is especially dedicated to Jesanae-chan, who helped me post my very first fic ever. Sappy, isn’t it, J-chan?

The Legacy Part Two: Back Alley Life

........Chris ran from the accusing cries of his little brother. It hurt him so much that T.K. felt that he was a terrible person. He hadn’t meant to kill Dad, but if he hadn’t… Chris shuddered at the throught of what might have happened had he not done anything that night.
........“Chris! Chris!” Someone was following him. Following him into the darkness of the alleyway that was his life. It took Chris about half a second to realize that it was his twin, Matt.
........“Chris! Wait! T.K. didn’t mean it! I swear; Chris, come back!” But Chris didn’t come back. He kept running until he vanished into the darkness of the overhangs of the buildings around him, once again separating him from his brother in the light…
........Matt trudged back toward the rest of the Digidestined and their families. Why, T.K.? Why did you have to say such things about him? He was only acting on our behalf. Matt felt tears roll down his cheeks again as sadness overcame him. He had been so close to finding his twin again, and now he was, once again, lost to him.
........Matt’s head jerked up as an idea suddenly came to him. He quickly looked around, memorizing what street he was on, the district he was in, everything. For, come night, he had a plan…

........Chris found himself back at what was his home. He was alone at the moment, but that probably wouldn’t last, since he shared what little space in the alley that he had with four other people. He closed his eyes and thought about his “family…”. That was all he could call them. They were the ones whom he would comfort when they were upset. They were the ones who were close to him.
........He opened his eyes as a soda can came rocketing around the corner as someone kicked it. His family was home.
........“Hi Chris,” Jaina said as she ran up to him, throwing her arms around him as they embraced, for they truly loved each other. Chris kissed her and gazed into her beautiful pink eyes…
........“Watch it, Ishida…” Jaina’s twin brother, Jacen, said good-naturedly. He couldn’t keep his sister from being happy. She only seemed to really be happy when she was with Chris. She really likes him, Jacen thought to himself. It’s a good thing that he likes her back…
........“Ishida, find anything to eat for dinner?” Theresa said from behind Jacen. Chris looked up from Jaina. The rough-looking, thin, long-haired, dark-haired girl was dangerous looking, but she held within her a kindness that he had rarely ever seen, only being outdone by the kindness that he saw in Jaina. He shook his head.
........“Don’t worry, Ishida, we found something,” Zeke said as he drew up behind Theresa. He looked a lot like Theresa, except that his hair was shoulder-length, unlike Theresa’s, which fell to a point somewhere below her hips. Both were very pale and tall.
........Chris smiled. “Good. I’m starving…”

........Matt looked up from his bed and looked at his alarm clock. Midnight, he thought. Time to get going. Matt quickly got dressed, grabbed some dollar bills (just in case) and a flashlight and quietly climbed out of his bedroom window and ran back toward the place where he had last seen his twin brother. He planned to begin his search there…

........The small family huddled close together in the back alley, wrapped together in only a couple of dirty, holey, tattered blankets that someone had found one day in a dumpster. Most of them were swapping stories of what they had done that day, but Chris was keeping unusually silent. They had had some stale bread for dinner, some flat soda, and, amazingly enough, a piece of birthday cake that Zeke had managed to “procure” from a child’s birthday party. He had quailed under the twins’ stare, but had assured them that there was plenty for all the kids at the party. That was just like Jacen and Jaina, dirt-poor, dirt-dirty, 15 year-old teens living in the back alley, and they were worried whether some unknown kid, a hundred times better off then them had had enough birthday cake for him and all his friends…
........Jaina snuggled closer to Chris under the blanket. Ever since her and Jacen’s parents had died when they were young, she hadn’t smiled in over seven years. But, one day, by chance or by fate, the twins and Zeke had stumbled into Chris and Theresa. A friendship had grown between the five of them and it had grown into something much more. Jaina still remembered the first time Chris had kissed her…
........Little did the contented little family realize… that all the while, they were being watched by a pair of sympathetic ice-blue eyes, hidden in the darkness around them all…