Chapter 1: Who am I?
Takuya groaned as he woke up from yet another restless night sleep. He slowly reached up and rubbed his temple with two fingers, trying to will away the headache that his dreams had caused. He sighed as she pushed himself up and turned to sit on the edge of his bed in nothing but his flame orange coloured boxers, tossing his covers aside as he did. He glanced over his room, a slight frown on his face.
Ever since returning home from the Digital World, everything in Takuya's life seemed...dull. Home...nothing seemed like home any more, didn't feel like home. It felt like everything was out of place...no, nothing was out of place, it was him that was out of place.
Takuya sighed yet again as he got up and made his way over to his wardrobe, grabbing a red t-shirt, a black jacket which had a single strip of red running down the side of the sleeves, black jeans, a pair of white socks and his usual red and orange sneakers, and heading to the bathroom to have a shower.
No, this no longer felt like home; he felt out of place no matter where he went or who he hung out with, his team of Warriors included. His trip to the Digital World had taught him to take note of his surroundings - a habit he still kept to this day - and while his family loves him, he had noticed that they loved Shinya more. It had hurt a little to begin with but not as much as he would have expected. After the hurt had worn off he just became numb. Deep down he knew that something was off, and still is, but before he just ignored it. Now though, after coming back from the Digital World, he can't help but notice.
He looked at his hand and frowned, noticing that his skin wasn't even going red from the pure hot water that he was allowing to soak him.
There were times in the Digital World where he would sneak off either to a clearing deep in the forest they were staying in at the time, or up a huge tree where he would be blocked from view by the foliage, out of sight from others passing by, or to a cliff edge where he would sit or stand (depending on his location) as Agunimon just purely to spend more time as a digimon. At first it felt weird to be a digimon but after a while it felt natural, it felt...right.
Takuya sighed and got out of the shower, turning off the hot water before he dried himself and got dressed. He made his way down to the kitchen and made himself some breakfast all the while lost in his thoughts.
Since returning to normal everyday life, he could help but to doubt who he really is. Is he Takuya Kanbara, son of Yuriko and Haorki Kanbara? Or is he someone else? Or something else? Cause lately these days when think about about his family in genrual, he would usually think something along the lines of 'his human family' as if he wasn't one one of them. And the dreams he's been having lately only fuelled his doubt. And every time he woke from one of them he would be greeted by a headache and would either stay awake for the rest of the night, being unable to get back off to sleep, or would have more dreams which would course his headache to be worse when he next woke up.
Takuya was so lost in thought that he had not noticed he had sat down at the dinning table and had started eating, or when he had finished and just stared off into space. His family's morning greeting were also lost to him when the entered the room at 7:30am, an hour after he had gotten up. The sight that the mother and father of two had walked in on and saw was one that greeted them daily as of recently and it was beginning to worry them. They both looked to one another, their thoughts going back to a particular day a year and a half ago and wondered if what they had been told was happening.
Takuya sighed as he came out of his thoughts, knowing that there wasn't really anything he could do to quell his doubts as of yet. He had a feeling that his questions will be answered in time. He got up and made his way to the kitchen, taking his bowl and placing it in the sink.
"Hi mum, hi dad." Takuya greeted as he past them, hearing Shinya grumble 'Fine don't say hello to your little brother.' under his breath with a pout. "Hi Shinya." he had no doubt that he had made his human family concerned with how neutral he had sounded.
"Takuya?" asked Yuriko. Takuya hummed questioningly in response as he stood at the sink staring out the window. "Are you ok?"
Takuya sighed, maybe telling them would relieve some of the weight from his shoulders that had come with keeping this all bottled up. "...I don't know...I just..." Takuya sighed yet again,having difficultly finding the right words.
"Just what sweaty?" Yuriko pushed, knowing that Takuya wanted to say whatever it was but was finding it hard to find the courage to do so.
Takuya looked down into the sink, bracing himself for the criticism from his dad. " It's just that lately I have been doubting whether or not that I'm your son..."
"What are you talking about Takuya? Of course you're our son." said Haorki.
Takuya whirled around to face his parents. "Am I? Am I really?"
All four stared shocked. Takuya shocked that he had just challenged his fathers words, the other three just shocked that Takuya had said them. After a moment the two adults and their youngest son gave each other a look. Takuya's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I-I'm not your son...am I?" Takuya asked hoping beyond hope that he was.
"Perhaps we should sit down." suggested Haorki.
Takuya nodded and followed his parents back to the dinning table where his little brother sat and took a seat as his parents did too. Yuriko reached over and place a hand on top of Takuya's, trying to comfort him.
"Know this Takuya, no matter who you are or where you come from you'll always be our son" she said as she rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand comfortingly.
Takuya nodded still trying to process the fact tat he wasn't their biological son. "Wait!" he turned to Shinya. "How is it that you know?"
Shinya looked away. "I was there when we... adopted you, so to speak." he answered.
"How can that be? And what do you mean by 'so to speak'?" Takuya was really confused now.
Haorki sighed, gaining his oldest son's attention. "You were giving to us..."
