"So.....you enjoy keeping a Digimon as your own personal pet, do you?" I ask, resting my hands that are sitting on the back of the chair.
"No......he's my friend. That's why we're partners, Equals," He says, trying to defend himself. I snort.
"Partners? That's why you lock him up in a cage all day, and only come back out when it's convenient for you?" I spit at him.
"He could get hurt, and people don't trust him. You're pretty much the reason he has to be treated that way. You cause so much trouble when you're out on your own," he says, as smirk on his face begins to appear..
"Just shut up," I snap, my eyes narrowing. The smirk dissaperes.
"Don't you get board in this old place?" He asks, standing up and walking up and down the stone corridor. I follow him with my eyes, not moving a muscle except to blink. He fades in and out of the torches' light as he walks along, before turning in the shadows and repeating the process in the reverse direction.
"Well?" He asks, stopping as he reaches me, standing half in the shadows.
"Never," I state, sneering, "Boredom is a Digi-dud concept created because of lack in mental stimulation. I get all I can stand, thanks to living alone." I shift my position on the chair uncomfortably. In a Digimon form, this stance would never have been a bother. But as a human form....the pain is beginning to get to me. Not wanting to give away that I have put myself into a most uncomfortable position, I resort to swinging my tail side to side in a wide arch to try and relieve the discomfort.
"But you have to....I mean, you're all alone," He tells me, tilting his head to one side like a confused dog, submerging himself more into the shadows.
"I like being alone," I mutter, "With out humans like you."
"We aren't that bad," The boy tells me, walking back over to his chair, but standing next to it as opposed to sitting down.
"Not surprising coming from a human," I snap, turning my head. My tail continues to act as a pendulum, but now not because of just the physical pain.
"You can't be serious," I wail, watching the two put clothes into a suit case.
"I'm sorry Impmon," Jaine says apologetically, continuing to pack, "We can't take you, you'll get caught for sure."
"Than who knows what will happen," Cal, who like his twin was now 14, tells me with out looking up from folding his jacket.
"But.....I can...." I begin to plead. "IMPMON, THAT'S ENOUGH!" Jaine snaps, glaring down at me. I back against the wall, a hurt expression written on my face. Her face softens as she kneels in front of me, placing a soft hand on my cheek. "We can't risk you getting caught. You know about those people who are hunting Digimon out there. You could get dissected, or tortured, or worse."
"But....." I choke out.
"I know," she says in a tone that states clearly not to continue on, wrapping her arms around my shoulders in a tight hug. "It'll be okay with out us."
"HOW?" I ask, tears brewing in my eyes.
"You'll find a way. You always do," She tells me, hugging tighter.
"Jaine, we have to get going," Cal tells his sister, looking back into the room neither of us had noticed him leaving. She nods, walking out of the room with no sound but short, high pitched bursts of emotion at random intervals.
"Hey, keep up with that ol' Impmon confidence, `eh?" Cal says, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Don't let `um push you around."
With that, he walks over to the glass door, opening it for me. Cal looks me over once more and, after giving me a smile, walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I listen to his foot steps leave the apartment, then the building.
Running over to the porch, I watch as the car speeds down the road so many floors below. As it drives out of sight, my life, dreams, and love for humans goes with it.
"Impmon?" He asks, looking me over. "You want some?" He extends to me a yellow and white blob in his hand. I feel myself gag.
"What are you trying to do, poisin me?" I ask, looking it over with my mouth in a disgusted pose.
"Offering you some food," He tells me, taking a step forward.
"Get that away from me," I snap, hitting his wrist with the back side of my hand.
"What's wrong with you?" He asks, looking at where the blob has landed on the table.
"What's wrong with me?" I snarl, finally getting up. "Your whole species is what's wrong with me!"
"Why?" He asks, his brown eyes looking at me with confusion. "What did we do?" "Nothing but ruin my life!" I cry, slamming my hands down on the table. "Just.....Just get out of here," I say, closing my eyes. I open a gate, then point to it with a blood colored glove. He looks me over.
"You know, you can always talk to us if you need help," He tells me, before dissapering in a flash of light. I look down at the ground for a minute, letting his words sink in.
"I don't want to talk," I hiss, looking away from the ground into the air, as if the source of my pain lies in the ceiling. "I don't need any human sympathy. I wasn't left it before, and I won't take it now." I storm away from the room, storming off into the shadows of the damp, stone building.
I pace in front of my head dragon, my tail swinging from it's dead hang as I walk.
"You wished to see me?" He asks, watching me walk.
"Hm," I reply, stopping to look him in the eyes. "Next time I want to hold a human over night, just kill me, would you?"
"Of course...." he says nervously, watching me walk away with his ruby colored eyes.
"Damn him....." I mutter as I walk away from my general, "I was perfectly happy with out humans. He just had to go and remind me."
I walk down the corridor, dissapering from my general in the shadows. There I sit, trying to put my life back together.
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