"Do you ever miss home?" Yasmin asked, snuggled under the arm of Beelzemon, not taking her gaze away from the earth above.
"I am home." The Digimon stated simply
Yasmin chuckled slightly before sighing.
"I forget we come from two different worlds."
"That's not what I meant." Beelzemon started, turning to face his love. "Home is here, anywhere; with you. How can I miss what is already have."
Yasmin turn too to meet his smile before becoming lost in his butterfly inducing eyes. They shared a kiss, quick and simple, yet one with the brightest of sparks.
Once they broke, both returned to look at the world above them. A place so far away, yet so close to their hearts.
"But yes, I do miss earth; some parts."
"Some?!" Yasmin blurted out without thinking, in a tone a little too aggressive.
"Yes some. Are you telling me that you miss having to go to school every day, you miss the rules that controlled your life, you miss the worst of the worst of mankind!?" Beelzemon's voice grew louder and louder, though not out of anger as Yasmin led herself to believe.
"No. But I miss my friends, my family; I miss not being attacked by some of the most dangerous monsters this side of the firewall." By now Yasmin stood over the reformed demon, looking down with a cocktail of emotions brewing.
"I...I'm sorry. I forgot how much you left behind..." His voice trailed off as he receded into his mind, turning away from Yasmin to look back at the earth above. Yasmin followed his gaze and found herself lost in the blue orb which hung too far out of reach. It had three months now; since she wound up in this world. It was only recently that the consequences of her decisions were showing. It what the only thing what was able to cause tension between the partners. They both understood the unspoken truth. That Yasmin would never be able to return to the human world and that if she could, Beelzemon couldn't go with here - in any of his evolutionary forms. Though the chaos of the D-reaper was far behind everyone, human and Digimon alike, it would cause carnage if a Digimon was to re-enter the human world. People would not allow him to stay, and it would be certain he'd be sent back again; or even deleted. Besides, this all relied on them finding a method of getting back to the human world. They knew that people were working on a boundary, a firewall, to stop travel from one world to another. And by now; they would probably have finished it.
Chances dwindled with every passing day, and it was only the presence of each other and their few Digimon friend, that they were able to ease each other's pain.
Beelzemon turned to at watch Yasmin's pal face, how it glowed with the light of data. He want to take away her pain, take her back to her world, but he felt as powerless as he had the first time he entered the human world. He watch as her eyes watered. He felt so help, so lost. He felt her pain and everything she was going through, but really what he felt was tiny, almost incomparable to her raw anguish. And finally she let go; a single tear trickled from her eye. Yasmin remained unfazed by its presence; but Beelzemon was. She jumped slightly at the cold touch of a gloved hand, which delicately brush the tear for her cheek. Her eyes moved to meet his, and all the sadness suddenly became insignificant to the reason which kept her here; that kept her sane. Then their lips touched. It was hard to know who started it, but soon they were lost in each other's mouths; Beelzemon's moisten winding its way into Yasmin's mouth. The two sank into the feeling of closeness, unaware of the dust cloud approaching them. It moved closer and closer, until by chance it caught the corner of Yasmin's eye. She struggled to verbalise herself in the current situation.
"Bee...Beelzemon, look!" Beelzemon reluctantly looked towards the plume which was now only seconds away. His eyes widened before narrowing in thought and effort. In a desperate struggle, he flapped his wings, pulling him and his girl from the ground, just skimming the top of the herd of Jagamon which charged passed, aware of the disaster that had just been averted.
Yasmin breathed a small sign of relief. Anyone, including Beelzemon, would expect it to be from just avoid permanent deletion, but only she knew differently. The brunette was thankful for the interruption; there were some things she just wasn't ready for.
Yasmin could feel the eyes of the demon lord rest on her, and meet them with a smile, masking any thoughts she had just had. They both relished the moment between them, not knowing what was to come.