Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ It'll Be All Right ❯ Empty Dreams ( Chapter 5 )

Beelzebumon slowly opened his eyes and a soft sigh holding with so many unwanted emotions pushed past his lips. He was standing in solid ink black darkness. It surrounded him, stretching out and going on forever, giving him no hope of a way out.

This was the only thing that he could call his 'dreams' nowadays. Of course, he would have ones with color and sometimes they would express happiness, but it wasn't enough to push away the inevitable. Soon, these dreams of bleak darkness void of any emotion were going to be the only things he was going to look forward to in his unconscious state.

He tilted his head back, staring into more darkness. In a sense, this is what he truly felt inside; empty. So, he was sort of comforted by the ongoing black space.

As he stood there though, staring into the nothingness, something bright shone behind him and he quickly turned. He immediately felt his whole body become rigid. Standing only a yard away from him were his two small tamers, their bodies outlined with a glowing silver light, their smiles wide and beaming.

He just stared at them, his mouth ajar and his mind blank. This . . . was not something he expected.

They stretched their chubby little hands toward him and said together in their happy, high-pitched voices, "Impmon!"

"A-Ai . . . Makoto . . . " he whispered hoarsely, ignoring the fact that he wasn't Impmon at the moment, and took one heavy step ahead of him.

The moment his foot came down though, another light made itself known behind him. Confused, he glanced back over his shoulder and saw Kim, another yard away from him, sitting on her knees with her arms wrapped around herself and her head bowed, her body outlined with a dimmer light.

He looked back over at his tamers, who still had their arms outstretched and still smiling. He took another step toward them.

"Beelzebumon?" a quiet, sad voice called to him. He turned back around. Kim had lifted her head, her face pale and her crystal-blue eyes, lost, lonely, and helpless, were locked on him. He swallowed hard.

"What the hell's goin' on?" he whispered, glancing back at his tamers then back at Kim.

"Impmon?" Ai questioned.

"C'mon, Impmon! Let's go play!" Makoto said cheerfully. He smiled nervously.

"Uh, yeah, sure thing Makoto. I'm comin'-" When he took another step in their direction, he began to feel the heavy weight of a certain pair of pretty blue eyes. He fisted his hands and looked over his shoulder. Kim didn't say anything, not one word, but those haunting eyes spoke for her.

She didn't want him to leave her alone. He swallowed again.

Part of him told him to not worry about her. He didn't know her; not one thing; that she was leaving for the Real World anyway and he would never see her again.

But the other part of him reached out for her, wanting to at least try to comfort her. He'd never seen such sadness since that fateful day when he battled against Dukemon. When he lost and was about to be finished off, Juri begged Dukemon to spare his life. And then she had looked up at him with those same, lifeless eyes.

"Impmon!" Ai cried. He snapped his head back to his tamers.

"C'mon! You said you'd play with us!" Makoto said, looking hurt.

"Makoto . . . I-" He looked back at Kim and she slowly slid her gaze away from him, looking down. Her shoulders slumped, as if defeated. His eyes widened, realizing that she thought he wasn't going to stay with her when he really didn't know what to do.

"No, wait, don't-!" he started, reaching toward her.

"Impmon, don't you love us anymore?" Ai whispered, her chocolate brown eyes glittering with tears. Beelzebumon felt as if merciless hands were pulling his heart in two different directions, feeling it ripping slowly and painfully.

"He doesn't love us, Ai," Makoto said quietly.

"I didn't say that-!" he cried, looking desperate. Why would they say something like that? He loved them more than anything!

"You lied, Impmon!" Ai cried.

"I didn't!"

"You said you loved us!" Makoto shouted, sounding hurt and angry. Beelzebumon looked torn with many conflicting emotions: confusions, despair, sadness, and distress.

"But I do!" He looked at Kim, hoping she could help him in some way. But she was doubled over, her face pained. Concern washed over him.

"Kim?" He took a step in her direction.

"YOU HATE US!" Ai and Makoto screamed, tears streaming down their faces.

He whirled around, shaking his head vigorously.

"I don't!" Reaching out, he stumbled toward them five steps. A soft, heart-wrenching cry echoed around him and he turned to see Kim struggling against separate black tentacles wrapped securely around her wrists and feet and waist. She strained and pushed herself forward, pulling the tentacles taunt and to the point of breaking.

He made a move to help her, when Ai called, "Impmon!" He turned to look at her, eyes pleading with them, wanting to rescue Kim, but not wanting to upset them and have them believe that he truly hated them.

"Do you love us?" she whispered, eyes round and shimmering with tears. He nodded silently. She outstretched her arms, her eyes begging.

"Hug me?" Swallowing, he took another step toward them and heard the distinct sound of a whip cracking followed by another cry. He turned back around and saw that another tentacle had appeared and had wrapped itself around her neck.

Her eyes were wide and terrified, tears forming in the corners and she gazed over at him, pleading silently for his help. His foot came up, but never took the step because Makoto suddenly yelled at him.

"You do hate us! We tried being better tamers and you still hate us!" Beelzebumon clutched his head, wanting it to stop. He was realizing that he was supposed to choose.

But if he took a step in his tamer's direction another cord would whip out from the darkness and latch itself to another part of Kim's body and pull her further away from him. And if he took one in her direction, Ai and Makoto would accuse him of having never loved them.

"IMPMON!" Ai cried. He covered his face.

"S-stop!" he hissed into his palms.

"Beelzebumon . . .!" Kim called to him, losing strength against the pulling of the tentacles.

"I can't choose . . . I can't!" His body was quivering slightly, his mind in a whirl of chaos.

"IMPMON!" Makoto shouted.

"Please . . . I can't do this!"

"IMPMON!!"

"BEELZEBUMON!"

Growling low, sounding much like a wounded animal, he threw his arms up and screamed out, wanting it all to stop.

"SHUT UP!!!"

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Beelzebumon's eyes flew open and gasping, he shot up like lightning. Breathing heavily and looking wildly around him, he found himself back in his house, in the living room, on the couch.

A trembling hand came up and grasped his jacket over his heart, feeling it pound painfully against his chest; hearing it thudding in his ears. Swallowing hard, he slumped back against the couch's arm and exhaled loudly and slowly.

"What was that all about?" he whispered, confused as hell. "I've never had a dream like that. And what the heck was Kim doing in it?"

Pushing himself into a sitting position, he supported his upper body weight on his knees and he bowed his head, running a hand over his smooth helmet and ruffled his blonde spiky hair. A heavy sigh pushed past his lips, taking with it the tension out of his body, making him relax a little.

That was when he smelt the promising odors of breakfast. He lifted his head, looking around. That was also when he noticed that Devimon was nowhere around.

Flashbacks from when the much friendlier virus had made breakfast for him last time attacked his mind and if it were possible, his already pale features paled more.

"Oh, hell no . . ."

Jumping to his feet and briskly walking down to the hall, he stopped just outside the kitchen entrance. His eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped.

His once clean and beautiful kitchen was in total disarray.

Eggshells were laid about on the white-bluish marble countertops and on the white tile floor. Spoons, knives and forks were all over the place, dripping with some sort of ingredient and a milk carton was lying on its side on the counter near the sink, the white liquid dripping from its top and pooling around it and dripping onto the floor. Soft white powder, which he figured was flour, was all over the floor, counter and around the feet of the winged virus himself.

Devimon turned from the stove, which had pieces of eggshells all on it as well. He had a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. Tied around his neck and upper torso was a white apron, stained with egg yolk, butter, and milk.

The Fallen Angel type Digimon grinned at him and pointed to the table across the kitchen. Sitting on its flat, glossy surface were five plates stacked high with pancakes, butter and syrup sitting next to them. The table alone seemed to be the only clean looking thing in the whole disaster area. Well, that, and the trashcan.

"I made breakfast for you and Kimberly!" he said cheerfully.

Beelzebumon could slowly feel his blood boil as anger began to flow through him. He closed his mouth and clenched his jaw, baring his teeth and fangs at the other Digimon. His claws dug into his palms and his pupils shrank to dangerous slits.

"B--Beelzebumon?" Devimon squeaked, taking a step back upon looking at the Demon Lord type's feral expression.

"I'm . . . goin' . . ." Beelzebumon ground out as he raised his arms up, reaching for the other virus, his claws arched evilly, "TA KILL YOU!!" He suddenly lunged at poor Devimon, death evident in his eyes.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Kim shrieked and shot up into a sitting position, clutching the bed sheets to her chest, her crystal blue eyes wide. She looked around wildly, frantically wondering where that scream had come from.

"HEEEEEELLL--!!!" The cry for help was never finished when it was abruptly cut off. And it sounded very much like Devimon.

Fearing the worst, Kim threw the covers off, leapt off the bed and sprinted out of the room, ignoring her frizzy, tangled hair and her wrinkled jeans and plain white T-shirt she had worn under her hoodie the day before.

She charged down the hall, gurgling sounds and strained curses becoming louder as she neared the kitchen. She nearly passed it up as she skidded to a halt, grabbing at the wall frame and breathing hard. She froze at the site before her.

The kitchen looked as if a bomb had just went off, the stove was on, plates stacked with pancakes sat on the table, and Beelzebumon was kneeling over Devimon with his hands wrapped around his throat, successfully strangling him.

He bit words out with each shake of Devimon's head, his eyes fairly glowing with rage as Devimon's tongue rolled out of his mouth, choking and gripping Beelzebumon's wrists, trying in vain to get loose.

"You -- moron! -- How -- many -- times -- do I -- hafta -- tell ya -- to stay -- out -- of -- my -- KITCHEN?!"

Devimon's response was a gurgle. Suddenly he looked over and saw her and he gasped happily.

"Kim -- ber -- ly! -- You -- came!" he cried through each shake. Beelzebumon paused and looked up at her. She gulped, shrinking back behind the wall slightly. He looked really mad, which she probably would be, too, if she walked into her kitchen and found it looking like his.

"You're time has come, you heathen! Fair Kimberly has come to rescue me!" Devimon shouted triumphantly in Beelzebumon's face, smirking. The biker snarled back.

"Oh, yeah?" He turned his attention to her. "You plannin' on rescuin' him?" he said in a challenging, daring voice, his red eyes glaring into hers. Kim gulped, knowing she'd lose even if she tried.

The guy was nearly twice her size after all. Not to mention he had claws that were capable of shredding her to pieces. And, if he didn't want to do that, he had the other option of filling her skull with lead.

Grinning nervously, she shook her head. "Uh, no, thanks. Hehe . . ." He smirked at her.

"Wise answer." But Devimon wasn't going to let her go that easily.

"Do not be intimidated by his snarling manner, fair Kimberly! He's full of hot air anyway."

"WHAT?!" roared the demon biker, yanking Devimon up to his face by his throat. Kim couldn't hold back a laugh that threatened to consume her. Devimon looked him straight in the face, grinning.

"But it's true! I know you secretly practice your growling in the mirror every morning for ten minutes!" By this time, Kim was bracing herself against the wall, laughing hard.

Beelzebumon sighed in frustration and shoved Devimon down and stood up, brushing the knees of his pants off.

He glared down at him, waiting for a response. Devimon sweatdropped and smiled reassuringly, waving his hands back and forth.

"Relax, relax! I'll clean the kitchen and have it looking as spotless as before!"

Beelzebumon sniffed, frowning, then walked toward Kim. "Yeah, you better have it spotless," he grumbled. He stopped next to her and she craned her neck to look up at him, her mouth falling open slightly.

He towered over her, his thumbs hooked on twin belts wrapped around his narrow waist. His ruby-red eyes were locked on hers, and he had the oddest of expressions on his face. It seemed like he was contemplating her, his gaze hard and intense; staring straight into her eyes, trying to look inside her; as if trying to find what made her tick.

A chill ran up her spine and she felt goosebumps rise up on her arms. That's when he blinked and his face seemed to relax. Clearing his throat, he nodded down the hall.

"Ya should go ahead and take a shower and get packed. We're gunna be leavin' soon and we'll be gone for a few days."

"Um, why so long?" she asked quietly, moving out of his way so he could walk by her.

"Because there aren't any Digital Gates anywhere near here." With that he disappeared into the living room. She just stood there for a minute or two, still wondering why he had looked at her the way he had.

"Beelzebumon is an odd Mon, Kimberly." She looked up to see Devimon standing next to her, looking down the hall like she had. He looked down at her and smiled a little.

"But I doubt I'd have ever been able to take the abuse life has inflicted on one so strong and capable as him." She looked at him questioningly.

"W--what? What are you talking about? Abuse?" Devimon continued to smile at her.

"That's something you'll have to ask him yourself." He turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Kim watched as the Digimon began picking up eggshells and tossing them into the trash. Feeling another shiver run up her spine, she turned on her heel and retreated to the bedroom where she picked out some clothes to change in to once she got out of the shower.

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Finished! Did his dream seem emotional? That's what I was aiming for, after all. I hope you guys liked this one!