Chapter 1
Deep crimson swirled through the soapy, lukewarm water. Her mouth tasted like she had been swallowing sandpaper- and she had to test her voice just to be sure that it worked.
Her light, ghostly white nightgown was badly stained, with her own blood.
But she did not take notice.
The throbbing pain in that tore through her small body grew more severe as she was wracked in quiet sobs.
A solid wrapping at the door.
"Quiet down in there you little bitch!" A deep, male voice bellowed.
She froze in fear, afraid to move- to utter a single sound-
Silence.
The dark smudges of some cosmetic at the corners of her eyes ran down her cheeks, and dripped off her chin, into the bathtub.
Along with the blood.
Crimson and black swirled together in the water, as she watched. It was almost like that paint splatter game where you drip paint onto a spinning wheel and make "art" with it. She wondered if this was art- this swirling smudge of her own blood and charcoal makeup.
"What did I do, to be hated so much?" She wondered- "Why does everyone have someone to love them-"
"-But I. don't."
His ears twitched lazily, he was sprawled out on his back in the strong, sturdy branches of the tree.
The sweet, summer breeze tickled his senses, filling him with a feeling of content.
Everything was going his way.
He was free- able to do what ever he wished. No one ever told him what to to, where to go, who to talk to.
He was his OWN boss- he told himself what to do.
But, even with all of this freedom, at some points he had to stop and ask himself-
"But what's the point? Why am I doing this? Why can't I keep anyone near me without feeling sick?"
He drummed his gloved fingers on the sharply toothed smiley face on his stomach. His sharp, emerald green eyes were half shut, and his nose twitched in thought. His talk, with its sharp, barbed end hung down loosely under him, swishing rhythmically to his foot bouncing up and down over his knee.
"I'm so bored!" He finally verbalized his thoughts for the past few minuets.
"I need some action!" He stood up on his two legs swiftly, and nimbly leapt to the ground.
He then set off in marching steps, his tail bobbing behind him.
Not too long after, he had a feeling he was being followed.
He tugged on his bright red bandanna in annoyance and spun around.
"Oh great, it's little umbrella ears" He rolled his eyes with a smirk.
Culumon just blinked, and smiled- in her oblivious-to-everything way.
"Hello Mr. Impy-mon!" she giggled, bouncing up to stand in front of him, with her eyes shining hopefully.
"Wanna play?"
Impmon was barely able to stifle his laugh.
"Play? You wanna PLAY? Here- ill show ya PLAY-"
He snapped his fingers together to form a palm-sized fireball.
"BADA-BOOM!"
He tossed it at the little digimon, causing it to snuff out at her feet. With a startled squeal, she jumped away and took off sobbing.
"You're MEEEAN!!!" She wailed, disappearing from sight.
Impmon rolled on the ground in a fit of laughter, pounding his gloved fist of the ground.
"Wanna play?!?! Ill show ya play!" he mimicked, wiping the moisture out of the corner of his eye.
"Ohh. that was good!" He got back up to his feet, and continued his search for something to spark his interest.
"Okay," She thought to herself.
"Daddy is fast asleep, I should be able to sneak right out." She slowly pulled her oversized sweatshirt hoodie off the coat hanger, and pulled it on over her dark purple tank top. She took a step down into the foyer, and slipped into her pair of unlaced sneakers.
Then, hoping with all her might no one would hear her- she coaxed the front door open, and slipped outside.
"Polly want a cracker? BaBoom!" Impmon fired one of his crackling fireballs at one of the park crows. It exploded into the air in a flutter of wings, hungry for air. This game had been amusing for a short time, but now it had become dull, boring. It was the same old thing, over and over.
"Don't you ever get sick of bothering people?" Some other digimon had once asked him. "Aren't you ever lonely?"
He took a moment to ponder this.
Was loneliness that feeling he had, when ever he saw two humans together, happy? Or what about that feeling he'd had when he realized that he could not separate a digimon from its tamer, the bond was so strong.
No, he thought. That's not it. or is it?
He blinked his large green eyes, gazing upward into the sky. The day had gone by quickly, and the sun had already begun to set. He took a moment to look up at all the fiery colors, melting together in the dusk sky.
Despite himself, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. A disturbingly cool breeze raised the tiny hairs on the back of his neck.
Something was not quite right- but suddenly, the feeling had passed. He blinked, wondering what had just happened.
"What the heck was that?" he muttered to himself, shrinking back a bit. He leapt up onto a tree branch, and ascended up a few more.
Then he paused, halfway up, and gazed out at the sunset again.
Maybe. he thought. It would be nicer if I had someone here with me. his thoughts trailed off; his wish for company remained ungranted.
Just then, he heard something below him. Shaken from his thoughts, he was about ready to fire something at whatever had disturbed him. But something stopped his fire- he froze in mid toss, a bewildered look on his face. Something had stopped him just then- but what? He felt his stomach twist into a knot.
A human girl, she couldn't be more then 13, stood below him, panting to catch her breath.
He shook his head to clear it, then seemingly returned to his normal self. "Who the heck are you?!?!" He demanded sounding a bit angrier then he really was.
She bristled at the sound of his voice, then looked up to where he was standing. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "Who.? Who're.?"
"Who are you!?!?!" he asked again, shaking his fist. "And what are you doing here?!?!"
"Well, where am I SUPPOSED to be?" She fired right back, her hands planted on her hips.
"Back in one of your crummy little human homes!" He stomped his foot.
She looked away sharply, and he was just able to catch the odd look that flickered across her face.
"It's better I'm here then back there" She replied finally. He was about ready to ask what she meant by that but she instead just walked away.
Without even thinking, he found himself following her, teleporting a few trees ahead as she slowly made her way down, through the park. Finally, he couldn't stop himself from talking to her.
"Why so glum, human?" He asked, marching along in front of her, his hands behind his head.
"What business is it of yours?" she asked, looking up at him fleetingly. He noticed just then how incredibly dark her eyes were- they weren't any specific color- just dark.
"You're pretty moody." He said, turning his head, cocking it to the side slightly. "But I'm just a curious stranger looking for someone to bother."
"Well, don't be. I don't want to talk about it." She tightened her grip on the hood of her sweatshirt. "Go away." She muttered.
"Am I bothering you?" He grinned at the thought.
"Not really, I just want to be alone" She said quietly.
"What's your name, human?"
She blinked. "Its Sydney."
He smirked. "What kind of a name is that?" Even for a human, it was pretty odd he thought.
"A stupid one." She retorted bitterly.
He blinked; feeling a bit put off. "Sheesh! What's your problem?" He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck to alleve its stiffness.
She blinked, looking like she'd been slapped. Then, she abruptly spun on her heel and dashed off.
"H-hey!" he yelled out in shock, taking off in pursuit.
Chapter 2
Eventually, Sydney found herself back at the one place she least wanted to be- her house. Her father was there at the door, waiting for her. His face an unreadable mask of emotion. She shrank back a little his cold, accusing eyes glared down at her.
"I- I'm sorry for being out so late-" she stuttered, hoping to get out of this without too much yelling. For a moment, it seemed like she would get her wish- but he hard blow he dealt to the side of her skull proved otherwise.
"Get the hell out of my sight, little witch!" He bellowed, smashing his fist into the wall in drunken rage.
Panicked, she skittered around him, and stumbled blindly up the stairs, slamming the door behind her.
Perched on his toes, in the uppermost limbs of an unsteady tree, Impmon watched the whole scene in lapsed silence.
All of what he had just witnessed was all too familiar, causing painful images of abuse and pain to swim through his vision. This human girl, Sydney, was going through a deep, agonizing pain. Inflicted on her by someone she thought would love and protect her- a pain that he himself had felt, not that long ago. A pain that he still felt, deep within his scarred little body.
Without even thinking twice about it, he descended a few branches and hopped onto the fire escape landing. A little hesitant, he raised his tightly clenched fist and rapped it against the glass. Her small form did not move. He tried again, a bit more persistently. He saw her head rise slowly, wiping her sleeve across her face. Blinking, she turned and saw him standing there.
His tail flicked anxiously, and he tapped his foot in impatience. "I'm not waiting all night sista." He said in a glass muffled voice.
She stood up and slid the door open slightly. "You again?"
"Yep."
"What are you doing here..? How did you find me.?"
"I followed ya" He replied casually.
"What are you, a stalker?" She gave him a weird look, about ready to close the door on him.
"No way! I have better things to do ya know!"
"Why else would you follow me all the way here?"
He blinked. Why DID he follow her? "Er. there's just something interesting about ya I guess." He said finally.
She blinked, her cheeks reddening a bit. He cleared his throat, and nonchalantly marched around the room, looking around.
It was fairly dark, the walls were bare, and the curtains drawn. A bunch of filled up notebooks and journals were strewn randomly all over the floor, along with articles of clothing, all dark shades of color.
"Your definitely not miss sunshine are ya?" He remarked, after a while. One particular thing sparked his curiosity- a drawing- a self portrait- done in some type of smudgy charcoal. The odd thing about the picture, was the sense he got from it- eerie loneliness. She had drawn herself in the bottom right hand corner of the paper; her knees tucked up to her chest, head down, surrounded by empty white space.
She was silent for a while, then she looked at him with a questioning look. "Who are you anyway? Do you have a name?"
He raised an eyebrow. "My name, huh?"
She nodded.
"Its Impmon." He said proudly.
She blinked.
"What kind of a name is that?"
He bristled. "A perfectly good one!"
She smiled slightly. It was fleeting, but it was there.
He looked at her in shock. "I just made you smile!" He pointed a finger at her in smirking triumph.
"Good for you." She said, trying to look serious.
"Heh. well, ill be off" He hopped up onto the fire escape railing, teetering a bit. It was rusty, so he had to fight to keep a good center of balance, and his composure.
"Where are you going?" She asked, looking a bit lonely even thought he was still standing there.
"Oh, I dunno. But ill be back tomorrow."
"W-why?" She stuttered, a bit shocked.
"Like I said, you're interesting." He replied casually, leaping off the railing.
And with that, he was gone.
Deep crimson swirled through the soapy, lukewarm water. Her mouth tasted like she had been swallowing sandpaper- and she had to test her voice just to be sure that it worked.
Her light, ghostly white nightgown was badly stained, with her own blood.
But she did not take notice.
The throbbing pain in that tore through her small body grew more severe as she was wracked in quiet sobs.
A solid wrapping at the door.
"Quiet down in there you little bitch!" A deep, male voice bellowed.
She froze in fear, afraid to move- to utter a single sound-
Silence.
The dark smudges of some cosmetic at the corners of her eyes ran down her cheeks, and dripped off her chin, into the bathtub.
Along with the blood.
Crimson and black swirled together in the water, as she watched. It was almost like that paint splatter game where you drip paint onto a spinning wheel and make "art" with it. She wondered if this was art- this swirling smudge of her own blood and charcoal makeup.
"What did I do, to be hated so much?" She wondered- "Why does everyone have someone to love them-"
"-But I. don't."
His ears twitched lazily, he was sprawled out on his back in the strong, sturdy branches of the tree.
The sweet, summer breeze tickled his senses, filling him with a feeling of content.
Everything was going his way.
He was free- able to do what ever he wished. No one ever told him what to to, where to go, who to talk to.
He was his OWN boss- he told himself what to do.
But, even with all of this freedom, at some points he had to stop and ask himself-
"But what's the point? Why am I doing this? Why can't I keep anyone near me without feeling sick?"
He drummed his gloved fingers on the sharply toothed smiley face on his stomach. His sharp, emerald green eyes were half shut, and his nose twitched in thought. His talk, with its sharp, barbed end hung down loosely under him, swishing rhythmically to his foot bouncing up and down over his knee.
"I'm so bored!" He finally verbalized his thoughts for the past few minuets.
"I need some action!" He stood up on his two legs swiftly, and nimbly leapt to the ground.
He then set off in marching steps, his tail bobbing behind him.
Not too long after, he had a feeling he was being followed.
He tugged on his bright red bandanna in annoyance and spun around.
"Oh great, it's little umbrella ears" He rolled his eyes with a smirk.
Culumon just blinked, and smiled- in her oblivious-to-everything way.
"Hello Mr. Impy-mon!" she giggled, bouncing up to stand in front of him, with her eyes shining hopefully.
"Wanna play?"
Impmon was barely able to stifle his laugh.
"Play? You wanna PLAY? Here- ill show ya PLAY-"
He snapped his fingers together to form a palm-sized fireball.
"BADA-BOOM!"
He tossed it at the little digimon, causing it to snuff out at her feet. With a startled squeal, she jumped away and took off sobbing.
"You're MEEEAN!!!" She wailed, disappearing from sight.
Impmon rolled on the ground in a fit of laughter, pounding his gloved fist of the ground.
"Wanna play?!?! Ill show ya play!" he mimicked, wiping the moisture out of the corner of his eye.
"Ohh. that was good!" He got back up to his feet, and continued his search for something to spark his interest.
"Okay," She thought to herself.
"Daddy is fast asleep, I should be able to sneak right out." She slowly pulled her oversized sweatshirt hoodie off the coat hanger, and pulled it on over her dark purple tank top. She took a step down into the foyer, and slipped into her pair of unlaced sneakers.
Then, hoping with all her might no one would hear her- she coaxed the front door open, and slipped outside.
"Polly want a cracker? BaBoom!" Impmon fired one of his crackling fireballs at one of the park crows. It exploded into the air in a flutter of wings, hungry for air. This game had been amusing for a short time, but now it had become dull, boring. It was the same old thing, over and over.
"Don't you ever get sick of bothering people?" Some other digimon had once asked him. "Aren't you ever lonely?"
He took a moment to ponder this.
Was loneliness that feeling he had, when ever he saw two humans together, happy? Or what about that feeling he'd had when he realized that he could not separate a digimon from its tamer, the bond was so strong.
No, he thought. That's not it. or is it?
He blinked his large green eyes, gazing upward into the sky. The day had gone by quickly, and the sun had already begun to set. He took a moment to look up at all the fiery colors, melting together in the dusk sky.
Despite himself, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. A disturbingly cool breeze raised the tiny hairs on the back of his neck.
Something was not quite right- but suddenly, the feeling had passed. He blinked, wondering what had just happened.
"What the heck was that?" he muttered to himself, shrinking back a bit. He leapt up onto a tree branch, and ascended up a few more.
Then he paused, halfway up, and gazed out at the sunset again.
Maybe. he thought. It would be nicer if I had someone here with me. his thoughts trailed off; his wish for company remained ungranted.
Just then, he heard something below him. Shaken from his thoughts, he was about ready to fire something at whatever had disturbed him. But something stopped his fire- he froze in mid toss, a bewildered look on his face. Something had stopped him just then- but what? He felt his stomach twist into a knot.
A human girl, she couldn't be more then 13, stood below him, panting to catch her breath.
He shook his head to clear it, then seemingly returned to his normal self. "Who the heck are you?!?!" He demanded sounding a bit angrier then he really was.
She bristled at the sound of his voice, then looked up to where he was standing. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "Who.? Who're.?"
"Who are you!?!?!" he asked again, shaking his fist. "And what are you doing here?!?!"
"Well, where am I SUPPOSED to be?" She fired right back, her hands planted on her hips.
"Back in one of your crummy little human homes!" He stomped his foot.
She looked away sharply, and he was just able to catch the odd look that flickered across her face.
"It's better I'm here then back there" She replied finally. He was about ready to ask what she meant by that but she instead just walked away.
Without even thinking, he found himself following her, teleporting a few trees ahead as she slowly made her way down, through the park. Finally, he couldn't stop himself from talking to her.
"Why so glum, human?" He asked, marching along in front of her, his hands behind his head.
"What business is it of yours?" she asked, looking up at him fleetingly. He noticed just then how incredibly dark her eyes were- they weren't any specific color- just dark.
"You're pretty moody." He said, turning his head, cocking it to the side slightly. "But I'm just a curious stranger looking for someone to bother."
"Well, don't be. I don't want to talk about it." She tightened her grip on the hood of her sweatshirt. "Go away." She muttered.
"Am I bothering you?" He grinned at the thought.
"Not really, I just want to be alone" She said quietly.
"What's your name, human?"
She blinked. "Its Sydney."
He smirked. "What kind of a name is that?" Even for a human, it was pretty odd he thought.
"A stupid one." She retorted bitterly.
He blinked; feeling a bit put off. "Sheesh! What's your problem?" He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck to alleve its stiffness.
She blinked, looking like she'd been slapped. Then, she abruptly spun on her heel and dashed off.
"H-hey!" he yelled out in shock, taking off in pursuit.
Chapter 2
Eventually, Sydney found herself back at the one place she least wanted to be- her house. Her father was there at the door, waiting for her. His face an unreadable mask of emotion. She shrank back a little his cold, accusing eyes glared down at her.
"I- I'm sorry for being out so late-" she stuttered, hoping to get out of this without too much yelling. For a moment, it seemed like she would get her wish- but he hard blow he dealt to the side of her skull proved otherwise.
"Get the hell out of my sight, little witch!" He bellowed, smashing his fist into the wall in drunken rage.
Panicked, she skittered around him, and stumbled blindly up the stairs, slamming the door behind her.
Perched on his toes, in the uppermost limbs of an unsteady tree, Impmon watched the whole scene in lapsed silence.
All of what he had just witnessed was all too familiar, causing painful images of abuse and pain to swim through his vision. This human girl, Sydney, was going through a deep, agonizing pain. Inflicted on her by someone she thought would love and protect her- a pain that he himself had felt, not that long ago. A pain that he still felt, deep within his scarred little body.
Without even thinking twice about it, he descended a few branches and hopped onto the fire escape landing. A little hesitant, he raised his tightly clenched fist and rapped it against the glass. Her small form did not move. He tried again, a bit more persistently. He saw her head rise slowly, wiping her sleeve across her face. Blinking, she turned and saw him standing there.
His tail flicked anxiously, and he tapped his foot in impatience. "I'm not waiting all night sista." He said in a glass muffled voice.
She stood up and slid the door open slightly. "You again?"
"Yep."
"What are you doing here..? How did you find me.?"
"I followed ya" He replied casually.
"What are you, a stalker?" She gave him a weird look, about ready to close the door on him.
"No way! I have better things to do ya know!"
"Why else would you follow me all the way here?"
He blinked. Why DID he follow her? "Er. there's just something interesting about ya I guess." He said finally.
She blinked, her cheeks reddening a bit. He cleared his throat, and nonchalantly marched around the room, looking around.
It was fairly dark, the walls were bare, and the curtains drawn. A bunch of filled up notebooks and journals were strewn randomly all over the floor, along with articles of clothing, all dark shades of color.
"Your definitely not miss sunshine are ya?" He remarked, after a while. One particular thing sparked his curiosity- a drawing- a self portrait- done in some type of smudgy charcoal. The odd thing about the picture, was the sense he got from it- eerie loneliness. She had drawn herself in the bottom right hand corner of the paper; her knees tucked up to her chest, head down, surrounded by empty white space.
She was silent for a while, then she looked at him with a questioning look. "Who are you anyway? Do you have a name?"
He raised an eyebrow. "My name, huh?"
She nodded.
"Its Impmon." He said proudly.
She blinked.
"What kind of a name is that?"
He bristled. "A perfectly good one!"
She smiled slightly. It was fleeting, but it was there.
He looked at her in shock. "I just made you smile!" He pointed a finger at her in smirking triumph.
"Good for you." She said, trying to look serious.
"Heh. well, ill be off" He hopped up onto the fire escape railing, teetering a bit. It was rusty, so he had to fight to keep a good center of balance, and his composure.
"Where are you going?" She asked, looking a bit lonely even thought he was still standing there.
"Oh, I dunno. But ill be back tomorrow."
"W-why?" She stuttered, a bit shocked.
"Like I said, you're interesting." He replied casually, leaping off the railing.
And with that, he was gone.