Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ It'll Be All Right ❯ A Lonely Virus and a Lost Girl ( Chapter 2 )

In the barren land of the Digital World rose an enormous golden dust cloud. The deafening roar of a large vehicle blared across the land. Ripping through the blistering hot desert was a monstrous sized onyx motorcycle, and driving it was a humanoid digimon.

He was clad in massive black boots with spikes sticking up from the toes, loose black leather pants, slender twin belts wrapped around his narrow waist, and a black balero with a zipper running up from the belts to his chin.

He gripped the handlebars tightly with his deadly claws. Behind him, his gray prism shaped tail lied curled around him slightly, the wind gliding over it like a fine layer of cool water.

Spiky blonde hair waved gently in the air as it whistled by, the deep purple helmet fastened to his head gleamed in the sunlight.

Blood-red eyes peered intensely out of the eyeholes of the helmet, a third one peeking out up on his forehead. Bluish-pale skin from beneath his nose to his chin seemed cool to the touch and smoothed out by the whipping wind.

A tense, almost angry looking frown graced his pale lips, a small dull-tipped fang overlapping the left side of his top lip.

In contrast to his calm, laid back exterior, black chaos swirled and boiled inside. Dark emotions flooded his whole system, drowning any thought that even resembled something of happiness.

Sorrow, grief, loneliness, and self-loathing pushed out his common sense. He was a 'mon who felt empty inside, with the exception of a black void that was gradually swallowing him up.

And in the middle of that void were the young faces of his two tamers who were gone from him. They were never coming back and he had himself to blame.

He had to admit that exiling himself from the Real World wasn't one of his better ideas, but he couldn't stand being there anymore. So while he was Impmon, he crept into the park during the night and slipped quietly through the digital gate in the small shrine that used to be Guilmon's home.

That was three years ago.

Often he would wonder what the other tamers and their digimon were doing. Did they miss him? Could they careless where he was? Did they even know that he was gone?

His mouth twitched, thinking back when his tamers had decided to introduce him to their parents.

'I think it's time we showed you to our mommy and daddy, Impmon,' Ai said, smiling at him. His emerald eyes bulged and he shook his head hard, waving his hands.

'Wha?! No way! Ya gotta keep meh a secret, Ai!' he said. Makoto stepped up to his sister's side, grinning.

'Yeah! Great idea! I'll go get them!' Makoto turned and ran out of the room, screaming for their parents at the top of his lungs.

'Ahh! Makoto!!!' he cried, starting after the small boy, but was halted by Ai when she grabbed hold of his tail. He gulped hard and watched the doorway. He could hear them drawing near and could hear their small conversation.

'What is it, honey?" their mother asked.

'There's someone me and Ai have been wanting to show you!'

'Oh?' came their father's curious reply.

He gazed up at the tall human parents who walked in, then froze in the doorway. Makoto ran over to him and Ai stepped up to his side.

'This is Impmon,' they said together, throwing their small arms around him. 'And he's our digimon!'

He smiled sheepishly and gave them a small wave. 'Eh, hi.'

They continued to stare him down. Then suddenly, the mother's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Her scream pierced the air like a dagger.

His ears still rang just thinking about it.

He frowned deeper as that happy memory was placed back in the dark. Their mother hadn't seemed to like him very much. Well, he didn't really favor himself that much either, and now, after the death of Ai and Makoto, he despised himself.

"Man, I miss you guys," he whispered, but his voice never made it to his ears because it was ripped away and carried off by the wind.

"If only I had been with you, maybe then I could have made a difference and-"

He was cut off by an ear-splitting scream that rose in volume quickly right on top of him. The second he lifted his head was the second a soft yet heavy gray-brown blur slammed into his gut, knocking the wind out of him and clean off Behemoth.

"GAH!" Air swallowed him, and then his back met the cruel solid ground, hard. Dust and sand stirred around him as he lied on his front. Pain seared through his body like lightning and it burned like boiling lead.

"Ow . . ." he grunted, his eyes glazed over and his mind knocked senseless.

Pushing himself to his knees, Beelzebumon looked around angrily, ready to delete the idiot who dared attack him.

But instead of finding a digimon, he spotted a young human girl rubbing her head a few feet ahead of him. Questions immediately started bombarding him.

'A human? What's she doin' in the Digital World? How'd she get here?'

He looked around and scowled. 'Where the hell's my bike?'

"Ow . . . my head hurts," the girl mumbled. He glanced at her. When she finally noticed him, her big light blue eyes grew and she let out a scream and scrambled away from him. In a way he found it kind of funny.

He could hear her saying, "Oh god, oh god, oh god," over and over again as he slowly stood up and brushed off his pants.

The girl suddenly leapt to her feet and began running away from him. Rolling his ruby eyes, Beelzebumon reached for the grip of the sawed-off shotgun latched to the side of his left boot.

Pulling it out and leveling it with the retreating girl, he grumbled, "Human's can be so stupid," then pulled the trigger. Gunpowder exploded with a loud BOOM and smoke wafted gently into the air as a set of twin brass shells shot out of the barrels and sliced through the air toward the girl.

Instead of them actually hitting her though, they flew just over her shoulder and drove into the ground, spewing up sand.

Beelzebumon's plan went smoothly. The girl was spooked enough that she fell back on her butt and remained in place.

Placing his gun back in its holster, he began walking toward the human, taking his precious time. As he got closer he was able to make out the quivering of her shoulders and he heard soft sniffling.

He frowned slightly. He hadn't intended to make her cry. Standing over her, tall and proud looking, he just watched her quietly.

"Please, don't kill me," she whimpered, slowly lifting her head to look at him with crystal blue eyes, rimmed with pink from obvious crying. He suddenly grinned at her, a flash of white teeth and fangs, causing her to shrink away.

"Well, I dunno . . . Ya knocked the wind outta me pretty good, and usually I never let those who attack me in any sense go unpunished." Her eyes widened in fear.

"But . . . I guess I could make a deal with ya. Ya answer a few easy questions, truthfully," he stared at her hard, "and I won't even touch ya. I'll even leave ya alone afterwards. So?" She swallowed her and nodded hesitantly. His grin dropped and it was replaced by a tense and serious frown.

"All right then, first off, who are ya and how'd ya get here?" He placed his left hand lazily on his hip and stuffed the thumb of the other in his belts, ready for a long chat.

She wiped her eyes on the large sleeve of her gray hoodie and sniffed softly, regaining control of her emotions. "My name is Kim and I don't know how I got here 'cause I don't know, um," she looked around her slowly, "where 'here' is."

He studied her closely. She sounded sincere. Sighing, he gave her a look and replied, "Well, I'll help ya out a little. You're in the Digital World."

"Digital . . . World?"

"Yeeeeah . . . Digital World. Ya know, where Digimon live? Where deletion occurs? Power? Tamers?" The more he talked the more she seemed confused. She even started scooting away from him, as if she thought he was nuts or something.

"Tamers? Deletion? Digimon? What are you talking about?" He balled his hands into fists. How stupid was this human?

"I'M a Digimon!" he shouted. The human, Kim, shrieked at his sudden outburst and scrambled away.

"R-Really?" she squeaked. He rolled his eyes and glared at her.

"What kind of HUMAN has three eyes and a tail?"

"Oh, right . . . What's a . . . tamer?" He looked stuck. He knew what to say, but he didn't know how to actually word it to where she could actually understand him.

"Er . . . hmm, well, a tamer is a . . . human who's destined to be a Digimon's partner and save the world and stuff. Yeah, that sounds 'bout right. Is this getting' through to ya?" He looked at her hopefully. Her eyes showed understanding now and she nodded. He sighed. He was doing more of the talking than the actual listening.

"Good, now tell me how ya got here," he demanded. She slowly stood up, watching him warily as she dusted sand off her jeans and jacket.

What was her problem? It wasn't like he was going to eat her or anything!

"I, uh, don't really know. I think I fell through a wall or something." She stuffed her hands in her packets and huddled deeper into the gray hoodie. He found it kind of funny because she reminded him of a turtle.

And he also wondered whether she was baking under it as well? Just standing here was becoming more of an effort for him. It was hot. And he was wearing black leather! Not exactly a good combination.

"Huh . . . Well, where were ya at before ya fell through 'a wall'?" She eyed him a moment and he stared back in a challenging manner. She looked down at the ground.

'Yeah, that's right, Miss Priss. Don't start stuff with a virus like me 'cause ya won't win.'

"Tokyo, Japan," she replied softly. This caught his attention almost immediately.

Digimon were programmed to speak all languages so that ever human in the Real World could play it. He mainly stuck to Japanese and English.

So naturally, it surprised him that someone from Japan could speak fluent English so well, and cancel out their accent. And if she could do that, then that meant she wasn't Japanese. He began to circle her slowly, eyeing her up and down, and scratching his chin thoughtfully.

"Really? You don't sound Japanese nor look like one." He stopped in front of her and watched as she visibly tensed. "How come?"

Avoiding his eyes, she replied, "Because I was a tourist."

"'I'm'? Ya mean ya were alone?" She jerked her head up.

"No! I was visiting with my parents," she said, rather quickly.

He studied her for a second, then shrugged and turned away. He placed his thumb and middle finger at the corners of his mouth and blew hard, creating a high-pitched whistle that sliced through the air.

"Whatever. It's really none of my business anyway. But a deal's a deal."

In the distance he could see the rising of sand and a black dot, and he heard the faint roar of Behemoth's engine as it grew closer at a fast pace.

He glanced over his shoulder. "Just make sure ya don't tackle anyone else this time 'cause ya may not walk away from the next Digimon. You're just lucky I wasn't in a bad mood."

Behemoth slammed on its breaks and slid up to him. Grasping the handlebars, Beelzebumon swung his leg over the bulky machine and made himself comfortable in the seat.

He should have kicked his foot off the ground that instant and driven off. He wanted to drive off, he would have driven off, but his newly found conscience forced him to stay in place.

Gritting his teeth, Beelzebumon peeked over his shoulder. Kim stood a few feet away, watching him with eyes flooded with confusion, fear, and a look of lost.

And she had herself tucked behind the enormous sleeves of her jacket, which made her smaller and more innocent looking than ever.

He groaned and looked away. Sighing in agitation and defeat, he allowed his arms to go limp and fall onto his legs.

"Damn."

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Hehe, poor Beelzey-sama. ^^ He can't win for losin'!