A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo, #013 - leer.
The Cutemon Village Capture
He was not a digimon made to fight.
That was fine, most of the time. He had his parents - but his parents were likewise pacifists, and their move-pools showed it. They had their little community, and they had peace. Peace was the most important thing. Their reputations preceeded them and who would be cruel enough to attack a village full of kindly healers? And so they were safe.
Until they were attacked, and not one of them could fight against it. A few tried. Their so-called attacks only helped the enemy ranks, or their pots and sticks were knocked away like the wind. They could only watch in a despairing rage as their village was swept away, could only glare as their children were heaved off, and then they themselves followed.
But, of course, they were kindly digimon, and their glares were nothing compared to the leers of their captors. And it made them only look more cruel.