Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ It'll Be All Right ❯ Nicknames or is it Pet Names? ( Chapter 3 )

Kim tightened her grip around the dark Digimon's stomach and buried her face into his back, carefully avoiding the holster that was oddly attached to his jacket.

The wind whipped back her braid and pulled at her backpack. She felt like she was on a roller coaster, but she knew she wasn't and she didn't like him driving this fast.

Kim inwardly groaned. This was not what she expected as a runaway! What was going on? She was supposed to be in Tokyo, still searching for those damned hotels, not squeezing the life out of a three-eyed biker as they literally tore across the, what, 'Digital Desert'?

She tensed when she felt the biker's prism-like tail curl around her securely. Then she felt one of his hands and the cool touch of metal grasp one of hers, and he tugged at it, making her loosen her death grip on him.

"Sorry," she said loudly over the roar of the motorcycle and the wind. He titled his head and a ruby red eye locked its gaze on her. A lazy smirk graced his pale lips.

"Relax, you're not gunna fall." The statement did little to ease her nerves. She wanted him to slow down, a lot. What if he couldn't stop in time and slammed into a boulder or drove off a cliff?!

Whimpering pathetically, Kim turned and pressed her cheek against the cool leather of his jacket. The reddish-brown cliffs and horizon of the desert seemed to blur together into one large mass and for a while she just watched it whip by through half-lidded eyes.

When she inhaled sharply, she was able take in the smells of gunpowder, leather, dirt, and the biker's own unique scent. She paused.

'His own unique scent? Geez, I think I'm losing it . . . but he does smell nice . . . it's almost calming in a way.'

A small smile flitted across her face and relaxed a small bit. Ignoring the scenery around her and the deafening sounds that assaulted her ears, Kim tilted her head and pressed her nose against his back, and she inhaled again.

Unknown to her, a pink tint rose up in the Digimon's cheeks. Well, it wasn't really seen because of his helmet, but it began to spread along his pale features.

He glanced over his shoulder and said in a loud, yet slightly shaky voice with a nervous smile, "Heh heh, c'mon, don't get frisky now. I mean, I barely know ya!"

Kim gasped and jerked away, her face burning. She looked down, mumbling something.

"Huh?" he shouted.

"I said," she replied, still looking down, "that I'm sorry! You just . . . smell good, that's all."

"Oh, well, yeah of course I do," he said arrogantly, grinning. Kim rolled her eyes and pressed her cheek against his back again.

"I said you smelled good, not that you were unbelievably hot," she said, mainly to herself, but he seemed to have heard her because he said back, "Yeah, I'm that too."

They remained quiet after that. For a while, Kim just enjoyed the fiery scenery, but she eventually grew tired and bored of it. And she was getting tired of riding around with the biker Digimon, especially now that she couldn't feel her butt anymore.

"Hey, where exactly are we going?" she shouted.

"There's an abandoned house not that far from here. Well, it was abandoned," he shouted back. She looked puzzled.

"Wait, does that mean you're not going to help me out of here?"

"No, I'll help ya, but it's gunna be dark real soon, so we're gunna crash at my place till tomorrow."

Kim blinked and looked up, squinting her eyes at the sun, which was still at its prime. Dark? What was he talking about?

"Um, hey, sorry to burst your bubble, but it's still noon!" she shouted. He smirked over his shoulder.

"Trust me, runt, I've been living here for most of my digital life. I know what I'm talkin' about!" Kim narrowed her eyes. Runt? She had a name, and if she remembered right, she already told him what it was!

She opened her mouth to reprimand him when she saw something dark in the distance. She watched it curiously as it fanned out, engulfing everything. It was cool looking, that is, until she realized it was heading their way and the Digimon was driving headlong toward it. She began to freak out.

"H-Hey, what's that?!"

"What's what?"

She stretched an arm out over his shoulder and pointed ahead of them. "That!"

"Oh . . . that. Well, that is The Death Bringer. It brings . . . uh, death. Basically any Digimon it touches dies. And seeing how you're in the Digital World, that means you're made up like, er, a Digimon. Heh." Kim's eyes widened. Was he serious?!

"What?! Then why are you driving right for it?!"

"Dunno." Kim felt her stomach drop. She was going to die because of this lunatic and he didn't even care!

The veil of darkness drew closer at an unstoppable rate and she felt a scream swell up in her throat. She squeezed the Digimon hard and that scream tore past her lips as 'The Death Bringer' crashed over them and past them.

Thing was, she felt the same, and her digital companion was shaking so hard that it seemed like he was having a seizer or something.

Was he dying like he said? If he was then she wanted him to stop first so she could get off! He could die whenever and wherever he wanted, just not around her!

But as they drove through the darkness, she learned he wasn't having a seizer at all. Her eyes widened in shock and confusion, her mouth falling open slightly as the wind carried an all too familiar sound.

'He- he's laughing!' she thought, outraged. Here she was, believing every word that came out of his mouth because he was the 'Digital Expert', and he goes and tells her that she was going to die! She didn't find that one fraction of the word funny.

She all but punched him in the back, seething from embarrassment and the fact that he now probably thought she was the most gullible person ever.

"Hey, be nice," he said, trying to sound serious, but failed miserably when his body was racked with another fit of snickers.

"Nice? I don't think I'll ever be nice to you now. You jerk, I really did believe you!" He shrugged his shoulders.

"I can't help it if you're the most gullible person ever," he replied. She blinked. Was he a mind reader too?

"So, I'm getting an idea that this is nighttime for you guys?" He nodded, but said nothing, though Kim figured a smirk was still plastered to his face.

"We're here by the way," he called over his shoulder. Kim took some effort to peek over him. Nestled against some enormous boulders was a small rundown house with boards nailed over broken windows and ugly yellowish paint that peeled everywhere.

He slowed to a stop at the front door and his tail uncurled itself from her, allowing her to slide off the monstrous-sized motorcycle.

She stood shyly and uncomfortably to the side as he, too, swung himself from the seat. He glanced over at her questioningly.

"Um," she started, looking at the sandy ground.

"Ya can inside. I gotta put Behemoth in the back," he said, easing her discomfort. As he rolled the black bike away, the door came into view.

"I know it seems real shitty on the outside, but it's a lot better inside," he informed her before disappearing around the house.

"Yeah right," she grumbled, huddling deeper into her hoodie as she walked up to the door. "Like I'd ever trust you again."

Grasping the brass knob, Kim gently turned it and pushed it forward slightly. She peeked through the small crack, afraid to open it fully. What if he had some huge guard dog or something he just so forgot to mention to her? Dogs weren't exactly her favorite animals. Even the small ones could be vicious.

She should know. Her foster parents had one and it would always attack her when it saw her. Thankfully they would take it to the vet every other week because it had some kind of dog disease. She hoped the little shit died slowly and painfully.

((A/N: Can ya tell I hate dogs? Especially the little ones? -_-;))

"What the hell's your deal, runt?" a familiar deep, rough voice growled behind her. She shrieked and spun around, only to crane her head back to stare up in terror at the darkly clad biker. She gulped and pressed her back against the door, forgetting that it was open, and it gave way to her weight.

"Ack!" She fell backwards, but never hit the floor because the Digimon grabbed her wrist and yanked her back to her feet.

"If you're gunna be this clumsy then I might just kick ya out. I don't want'cha breakin' any of my stuff," he growled, kicking the door wide open and pushing her in.

Her eyes strained to see through the curtain of darkness, and just as they were beginning to adjust, light filled the room and she covered her eyes against the brightness. Behind her she heard the door slam closed and heavy footsteps make their way towards her.

"Open your eyes. It's not that bad," he said right behind her. Kim dragged her sleeve-engulfed hands from her face, just enough to uncover her eyes.

The room wasn't exactly squeaky clean, but it wasn't Tornado Alley either. The floor was made up of long, thick floorboards stained here and there with who-knows-what, and the walls and ceiling were white with only a few small holes punched through them. In the middle of the room sat a large leather couch with a few rips decorating it.

To the farthest left she saw the beginning of the hallway and she felt the tall Digimon brush past her. He turned and crooked a claw at her, motioning for her to follow.

She hesitantly followed him into the dark hallway and he paused outside a room. He leaned into it and light filled it. She peeked inside.

"This is tha kitchen. Eat what ya want, but don't expect me to cook ya stuff 'cause I, uh, dunno how," he said, looking a bit sheepish.

Kim was tempted to reassure him, to tell him that she could cook a few things, but she bit it back. She didn't even know if she wanted to be here with him.

"By the way, you never told me your name," she said softly, standing next to him. He turned and looked at her with surprised.

"I didn't? Whoa, sorry. It's Beelzebumon." Kim could hear a trace of arrogance in his tone and she fought the urge to sigh in irritation.

"Bee-lz-eh-buh-mon?"

((A/N: I dunno, Beelzebub can be pronounced to different ways, but that's how it would go if it were an english version. If ya know I'm saying it wrong, please tell me!))

"Yeah, that's right." She made a face and he scowled.

"What? Don't like my name or somethin', runt?" She scowled back.

"Quit calling me that, and no, I don't. I just figured it's kinda a mouthful. Don't you have a nickname or something?"

He placed his hands on his hips and sneered.

"No and I don't plan on havin' one either!"

"But it's long! Can't I call you Bee for short?" He cringed at the name, looking like someone had just whistled in his ear.

"Ugh, no! No nicknames! Either ya say my name the right way or you can just tap my shoulder or somethin' to get my attention." With that he spun around and marched out of the kitchen. Making faces quietly at him, Kim followed close behind.

She was led deeper in to house where he showed her a small, but well-kept bathroom, a storage closet and a bedroom. Take notice that she used the vowel 'a'. Yes, a, as in one bedroom. Kim's stomach did a second plunge.

He obviously seemed to sense her distress and he smiled reassuringly, which didn't much help because he was all fangs and such.

"Don't worry, the room's yours." Kim eyeballed him. He looked at her funny.

"What?" he asked.

"Me? But where are you going to sleep?!" she cried. He rolled his eyes.

"I don't know about you, but I seemed to remember seein' a couch smack dab in the middle of the livin' room," he remarked smart-ass like. Kim chose to ignore that comment and stepped up to him, eyes pleading.

"I can't sleep here! This is your house. I'll sleep on the couch." She made a move to leave the room, but he stepped in her way, holding up his hands.

"No, ya can have the bed. I like sleepin' on the couch anyway." He turned away and she stepped up, clutching her hands to her chest. It felt wrong to take the bed. Hell, it felt wrong just being there with him, burdening him with her problems. She should be figuring a way back to Japan on her own, not bothering some stranger.

"But-" she said. He turned and thrust a claw in her face and her eyes crossed to stare at it wide-eyed.

"You're sleepin' in the damned bed, ya got me?" he said. She gulped and nodded quickly. He smirked in satisfaction.

"We'll leave sometime late in the morning," he said, turning to the door.

"Um, why late in the morning?" she questioned innocently. He glanced over his shoulder.

"'Cause I'm a complete asshole early in the morning. I like to sleep and I like a lot of it. 'Night." With that, he switched off the light and closed the door, leaving her standing alone in the dark.

"Well, that doesn't make sense," she grumbled to the door. "If I think you're an asshole now, then I do not want see what you're like early," she made sure to sound like a retard on the word, "in the morning."

Kicking off her shoes and placing them near the bed followed by her heavy backpack, Kim slipped under the light, but warm covers and snuggled against the fluffy pillow, then closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.

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Well that's it for now. Actually there were about five more pages to this, but I decided to cut it off there. Btw, I know Beelzebumon shouldn't cuss because that's what we're used to, but he's a virus, a Demon Lord type, he gets the privilege!

Also next time, Kim meets Beelzebumon's 'friend' who happens to be a lot easier to get along with. Quite shocking really because in all the seasons, well maybe not the second one but maybe, he's evil and bad . . . and he comes in two colors along with a lady counterpart! Can ya guess who?