Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Outlaw ❯ Hands ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5: Hands

Lisa was now fast asleep with Angela sleeping peacefully right beside her. Beelzebumon did not, or would not, fall asleep. Yashamon was still missing, and by the way he acted earlier, Beelzebumon found a need to be alert until he came back and settled down. Beelzebumon peered around incessantly, staid and solemn. His guard-like actions were as if it was a somnambulate action, and it physically showed through his languid, tired face. "Bastard," Beelzebumon muttered, "why the hell would he react like that?" Beelzebumon muttered his reproach towards his partner's thoughts about the child. "We both went through the pain that Vamdemon has put us through, yet he's taking it way too seriously." He thought about the polemic argument earlier, "damn it, he knows that Angela and Lisa have nothing to do with him." Beelzebumon looked at the sleeping mother and child. They looked so cordial, how could they be evil? 'That's it,' Beelzebumon finally came to a peremptory decision, 'Yashamon is wrong. They won't be hurt at all.'

The vacuous digital plane was quiet as Beelzebumon sat silently like a watchdog. Although he decided on his fate, he could not shake the feeling he was having. The feeling of un-trust still hung in the air like a vicious, choking gas, and he could not get the feeling out of him, 'I don't have a good feeling about all this.' He looked around restlessly. But suddenly became completely motionless, 'something's here.' He reached slowly for each of his guns and peered to the left. With a deft movement, he turned and pointed both guns towards the general direction he faced, "I know you're there," Beelzebumon was hoping his statement would cause peremptory surrender by his hidden enemy, but unfortunately for the gun wielding digimon, it did not. "If you plan to kill me or the girl, you gotta go though me, face-to-face."

The demon digimon's actions to elicit his hidden enemy were successful. But unknowingly to Beelzebumon, he actually lured out his own ally. "Beelzebumon," two wooden swords could be heard dragging on the ground, "you would actually harm your ally?" Beelzebumon eyes widened when he saw who stood in front of him.

"Yashamon," Beelzebumon slowly lowered his guns, "where have you been?" Yashamon stood in the shadow in front of Beelzebumon. "Thinking." Yashamon simply said. Beelzebumon tilted his head slightly in confusion, "are you okay…with Lisa and Angela now?" Beelzebumon asked.

The demon digimon in the shadows nodded his head slowly; "I have come to a decision, if that is what you mean." Beelzebumon took one step forward. Yashamon was amorphous to Beelzebumon, his white-masked face was hidden in darkness, only his swords were visible, and even those were quite vague. "I do not know if you would agree, but it is for the best."

Beelzebumon's arms tensed again to the aiming position, aiming directly at Yashamon's head, "I don't care if you helped me in the past now. If you are here to harm Lisa and Angela, then I have to stop you!" Beelzebumon took another step forward.

"You would let a female human with a spawn of evil she calls her "child" get in the way of friendship?" Yashamon asked darkly, "You have been contaminated by her and the spawn. I must purify all three of you." Yashamon's eyes started to glow a bright red in the shadows as he took a step forward and Beelzebumon started to descend back a step. "You see Beelzebumon," he raised one arm, "I have thought it over, and I vowed to protect the ones who need to be protected from evil, and to destroy others who cause harm." He took another step forward, "No matter whom it is, I vow to stop evil." He stepped into complete view of Beelzebumon. "And I am sorry, but you have chosen the side of evil." He started to run towards his former ally.

Beelzebumon quickly realized that Yashamon was not an ally anymore. Quickly, Beelzebumon sidestepped a potentially lethal slash from the demon digimon, "What the hell are you talking about?" Beelzebumon yelled, "Evil?"

"You know who I am talking about." Yashamon's eyes glowed a hue of red again, "Lisa and Angela. They are evil, and you have been corrupted by their vileness."

"Snap out of it Yashamon!" Beelzebumon stepped back, 'Damn it! I can't attack him,' Beelzebumon gritted his teeth, 'something's taken control of him. It has to be…' With the guns still in his hands, he flipped the gun around and held the barrels of his guns instead of the handle. "Looks like I have to knock some sense into you!" Beelzebumon jumped so he was right above Yashamon and smashed the handle of his gun into the head of Yashamon. Yashamon collapsed to his knees, and then came crashing mask first into the ground. Lisa immediately woke up because of the commotion and saw Yashamon lying motionless on the ground. "What happened?"

"Let's just say Yashamon wasn't acting like himself." Beelzebumon panted as he twirled the gun around on his finger and returned it to the holster on his leg. "He kept calling you and Angela evil and saying I was corrupted." Beelzebumon shook his head as he flipped Yashamon's body over. "Why did he act like that?"

"Maybe we are really evil." Lisa said quietly as she walked up to Beelzebumon, "Angela does have data of a digital vampire in her."

Beelzebumon turned to face Lisa, "Just because you were in love with Vamdemon does not make you evil." Beelzebumon turned again and stared at his unconscious ally, "I don't think love does that."

"You'd be surprised." Lisa looked at Yashamon as well, "Love does many things to ones mind and heart."

"Well, that doesn't matter right now," Beelzebumon stood up and turned to the shorter Lisa, "I know that you aren't evil, or Yashamon wouldn't have saved your life in the first place." Lisa nodded solemnly, "I think it was just his hatred for Vamdemon that caused that outburst at me. Don't worry about it." He started walking away from both allies

"But what if we are evil, what happens then?" Lisa suddenly asked, almost pleading to be accepted as evil, "What if Angela grows up to be just like her father, evil?"

Beelzebumon stopped dead in his tracks, "I know what it is like to be evil. To harm, to attack innocent digimon, to kill…" Beelzebumon remained with his back to Lisa. Unknowing to Lisa, his face remained stoic and emotionless, "I have a feel of what evil truly is." Flashbacks of Beelzebumon's battle with Dukemon, and the pain he felt right after he knocked out Megidramon raced though his mind like a poison spreading, ready to kill. "You are not evil. Nor do you want to be evil. I can feel it." He turned and walked up to Lisa.

The short-brown haired girl looked at the taller Beelzebumon, not knowing what his next move would be. He placed his hand on her shoulder. Her face became warm and slightly flushed with red, "I can feel there is no evil in your heart. That's why you asked me to help you raise Angela." His eyes showed kindness and concern, "To see that the evil that runs through her veins remains untapped to the world, and to her. To teach her what good and evil is, and which path to follow. That's how I know there isn't evil in your heart or mind." His clawed hand slowly moved higher up her shoulder until it was on the side of her neck, right under her ear, buried under her short brown hair.

Lisa closed her eyes as she rubbed her cheek against her protectors hand, 'They're so rough,' she thought, 'yet, so comforting.' "These hands," Beelzebumon continued, "are stained with the data of digimon and the tears of a Tamer, whose only love was destroyed by my own claws." He pulled his hand away slowly from Lisa, who seemed to not want to stop feeling her cheek against his hand. "That will never happen again." He turned away from Lisa and walked away, "Yashamon should be fine, but he'll be out for a while. We'll straighten everything out in the morning. Go back to sleep." He took a seat where he was before the incident and went back to his incessant, somnambulate phase.

Lisa still had a deep shade of red spread across her face. She walked back to her cot made of leaves upon the floor. Angela was sleeping peacefully on her belly on the cot. The mother lay down by her child, facing away from Beelzebumon, 'his hands, they were like Dante's. Comforting. He seemed so kind just right now…' She closed her eyes in though, 'he was right, he was asked to help me raise Angela, to show her what good truly is. But now,' She turned slightly to see Beelzebumon out of the corner of her eye, 'I truly understand why I chose him.' Lisa smiled as she slowly drifted away to sleep.

~*~

Beelzebumon slowly stirred as eyes blinked slowly to try to escape from his sleep. 'Last night,' he yawned and looked down to where Lisa and Angela were still sleeping, 'did I really mean what I said?' He shook his head, 'damn it. That's why I never say things like that; I never know what the hell I'm saying. Oh well,' He got up and stretched, 'wonder if Yashamon is back to normal.' He walked over to where his ally lies, fallen by his own actions, but found it empty. He looked around the area trying to find out where he went.

"Looking for me?" Yashamon spoke. Beelzebumon turned around to see Yashamon looking directly at Beelzebumon, "I am sorry for what happened last night. I did not know my own actions." Beelzebumon looked at his eyes. They were not the same as the red eyes from last night. "What exactly did happen last night?"

"For starters, you tried to delete me." Beelzebumon folded his arms; "I paid you back for that one. But also, you kept calling Lisa evil and Angela a "spawn" of evil." The masked digimon started to shake his head in utter shame.

"How could I do such a thing?" he said, seemingly angry at himself, "and in addition to that, attacking my own ally…How could I do such a treacherous act?"

"Well, now you're back to normal and that's what's important. And Angela and Lisa weren't hurt." Yashamon nodded slowly, but he still seemed ashamed of himself. Lisa walked up to the two protectors.

"Good morning you two," Lisa greeted. She immediately turned to the three-eyed digimon, "Beelzebumon, about last night…"

Beelzebumon shook his head, "Eh, don't bring that up, I don't even know what I was saying last night." He looked at Lisa, then to Yashamon, "well, since all of that's taken care of, lets keep going. We've got a long way to go." He turned and walked away from the two.

"Was he talking about me?" Yashamon asked Lisa.

"He somewhat did," Lisa still remained looking at Beelzebumon. She shook her own thoughts about Beelzebumon's comments out of her head. She turned to Yashamon and smiled, "don't worry Yashamon, you're back to normal and okay. That's what is important."

"No," Yashamon said quietly, "I must apologize to you. I could have harmed you and Angela if it was not for Beelzebumon. I…was not myself last night. Please accept my apology."

Lisa reached her hand out and rubbed her palm against Yashamon's white, muscular arm, "I accept it. Besides, we're all fine. Let's just get going." Yashamon smiled under his mask and followed Beelzebumon.

The British girl was now by herself, observing her two protectors from afar. She then glanced down at her right hand, 'His hands last night, they were…' Lisa looked at both of her hands, 'stained, but still, he cared. They felt like Dante's hands when he first touched my face. Soft, but rough. They had the same feel as Beelzebumon's hand. Why?'

"Lisa, let's get going!" Beelzebumon yelled from afar. Lisa looked up, smiled, and nodded.

'Maybe he'll be as close to a father as Dante would have been…' Lisa smiled to herself as she scooped up the infant Angela in her arms and began to catch up to Beelzebumon and Yashamon.