He is a monster!

He does not deserve to live among us!

With powers in the palms of a newborn, it will bring absolutes destruction of the Five realms!

Then we have come to an agreement. Captain Kurotstchi, your experiment must-!

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

A groan roared. "Five more minutes", came the murmur of an exhausted sleeper inside the dark room.

"Wake up, Akuma! Lord Myotismon ordered for your presence", came the annoyed voice beyond the door.

"Tell him to go to hell; I'm tired, dammit!"

A frustrated sigh came after. "I cannot see why Lord Myotismon would want you as his bodyguard when all you do is sleep all day."

"That's right, you bastard. All day. Meaning I'm more active at night, and so is Lord Dracula!" The one named Akuma shifted on his bed. "What does he want?"

"I am only relaying the message. If you must know then dress yourself up and go to him." Akuma grumbled a few more curses until he moved slowly from his bed. His short brown hair became a spiky mess. His dark eyes looked around the small broom closet he called his bedroom. He never complain about the size. It's enough room and it's pretty much dark. The perfect place to sleep.

"Tell him I'll be there in three minutes", he replied.

"Tell him yourself", the voice behind his door retorted, "I was given orders to pick up a package and you know full well of how I deal with time."

Akuma rolled his eyes. "If you care about time so much, then go to Wonderland and hire for the position of the White Rabbit", he grumbled.

"What did you say?"

"I said you need to find yourself a girlfriend so you can stop kissing up to Myotismon's ass all the damn time!"

Akuma heard the retreating footsteps of Piedmont. "Be there and do not be late this time", was his last response.

The brunet got out of bed and stretched until he heard the popping crack of his spine. "Like that ever stopped me before."

BC-Angel

Akuma walked down the stone hallway wearing his signature clothing: a black kimono and a katana strapped to his waist on his left hip. His messy brown hair was smooth, yet some spikes continue to be untamed. He would've been called The Reaper but he insisted on a name that doesn't involve his past. Unfortunately, he felt more comfortable with Akuma due to his reputation amongst living in the Digital World.

Akuma: The Bloodlust Warrior.

Catchy, isn't it?

As he walked toward his destination, many servants cowered by his presence; some stood in their spot in fear like a deer staring at the car's headlights; others scurried to find a decent hiding spot. At the sight of their action, Akuma mentally sighed. He wished they would stop doing that. It's not like he was on a killing spree. Maybe it's the fact that he looked ready to slaughter anyone who gets in his way. He shrugged as he ignores the weak digimon while walking by them.

Finally, he stopped in front of two large wooden doors. They were smoothly and well detailed of the story of the Legendary Warriors. On the left side, it showed the Human Spirits as well as the right side showing the Beast Spirits. When closed, you can tell the two sides were ready to engage in battle.

Akuma never really bother following the story because he believes it's just what it is, a fairy tale; and, being Myotismon's only bodyguard, he can probably beat them all in his sleep (the nature of being a cocky-filled bastard).

A sound caught his attention. He turned around seeing Piedmon carrying something under his arm. After hearing some grunts and curses, he'd have assumed it was a person. A female person, to be exact.

"Wow, Piedmon; I know I don't normally give out good advice, but I was joking about finding a girlfriend", Akuma mockingly mused as he pretends to wipe an invisible teardrop from falling. "I'm so proud of you."

The clown digimon repositioned the "package"under his arm. "Didn't I tell you not be tardy?"

"Correction, you told me "not to be late". You never said anything about being tardy. Secondly, since when did I ever listen to a word you say?"

Piedmon growled. "Get inside before I report to Lord Myotismon of your ignorance to respond his summons."

"Ladies first", Akuma said as he steps away from the doors.

Piedmon scoffed as he walks by the offending bodyguard of his Lordship. The girl kept kicking and yelling for him to let her go, yet it had no effect whatsoever. When he saw her face, he was mesmerized by her eyes. Her eyes were so dark he wanted to see what its true colors are.

She stopped kicking long enough to hold his gaze, until Piedmon was completely inside the room. Akuma followed suit. Beyond the wooden doors, a massive room they entered. By the dim lighting from the Gothic candles, you can make out a few furniture in the darkness. Before them, an overdressed vampire sat in his throne as if he is king of his realm. He grinned showing off his pearly fangs as he seen his most loyal subject approach him with his "prize".

"Piedmon, you have return; with our guest of honor, no less", he bellowed. On purpose, the clown digimon dropped the girl. Akuma cringed, feeling the upcoming pain lingering from his behind. "Careful; humans are very delicate creatures." The virus digimon noticed Akuma standing his ground with his arms crossed. "Akuma, was there a reason why you were late again?"

The brown-haired swordman shrugged. "I answered, didn't I?"

He chuckled. "Why yes you did."

"Akuma is abusing his status of power!" Piedmon exclaimed. "He does not care of your protection; all he ever desires is money!"

"I would've object if it weren't true."Akuma shrugged once more. He noticed the girl kept looking at him as if she was figuring out how he fits in with them. He stared at her attire. She wore a blue sports jacket over a yellow shirt, a pair of gray trousers that reaches above her ankles, and white sneakers. Her long, raven hair was ties into a low ponytail along with a blue-and-brown camouflaged bandana tied around her head. "Hey, a guy's gotta make a living", he simply told her.

"You see, he proves my theory himself; he does not deserve to be your protector!" The jester kneeled before his lord. "Please, allow me to exterminate this pest."

The tall brunet fake-coughed while filling in "snitch" in between (cough*snitch*cough).

Hearing the word, Piedmon glared.

Myotismon stood and walked gracefully passed his subject. "Gentlemen, gentlemen; let us not be rude in front of our guest." He kept walking until he was in front of the girl. The girl jumped a bit, but stood her ground. Between height, he was twice her size. He bowed with his right arm crossed and his hand laid on his chest as he pushes his cape aside. "Forgive their rudeness, Milady. We do not get many company around here," he gently grabbed her hand, "company that cannot define your beauty." His violet lips pecked her small hand. She withdrew her hand as she steps away from the frontal creature. Her eyes stayed defiant, hiding the fear and nervousness appearing. Myotismon smiled a charming grin. "There is nothing to fear; you are in capable hands; you are among loyal subjects who are at your disposal."

She have had not spoken a word. Her eyes stayed a cold glare, demanding the digimon on why she was brought before him.

Suddenly, Akuma appeared between them, making the girl jump at his surprising speed. "Sorry to interrupt this 'moment'", he air-quoted moment, "but is there a reason why I'm here? I'm not too fond about your servants waking me up unless I'm needed."

"Ah, yes; thank you for reminding me, Akuma."

'That's one of my best qualities', Akuma thought.

"I have an announcement, I am getting married!"

Akuma lifted an eyebrow. 'I feel sorry for the poor bride marrying him off."

"And I am greatly honored for the Warrior of Light to be my bride!" The girl stiffened with widen eyes. Akuma, with a confused stare, said nothing.

He glanced at her. Her expression tells all, she was not happy about this; not one bit.

'She's a warrior? She sure doesn't look like one.'

"And who has the right to tell me who I can marry or not?" she proclaimed. "Who do you think you are giving demands like that?"

'Wow, that's the first time I hear her speak", thought the brunet swordman, 'her voice reminds me of sweet bells.'

Myotismon chuckled at her tone. "I am Myotismon, ruler of the forest. I give every right, my dear. You are traveling in my domain, which I control with an iron fist. You should consider the honor - no, the privilege of becoming the spouse of a powerful digimon."

Her face scrunched in anger. "I'd rather rot in your dungeon with no food or water! Can't you see I'm too young to get married?! I haven't reach thirteen yet! And, even if I was able to, I would still say no to you as an adult! Who in their right mind would want to marry someone who treat others as pawns? You might as well pick a better candidate because I'm not going through with this!" She breathed heavily. Her cheeks flushed a slight pink shade.

"Damn", Akuma breathed out in awe. It was obvious he was impress by her bluntness. He looked back at Myotismon.

The vampire's expression was not pleasant. He looked ready to strike her in the face. However, he turned away and said, "Piedmon, take my fiancée to her room. It appears to me she needs time to know the difference between obedient and defiant." Piedmon approached her. She took a battle stance.

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" she yelled. She took out a device from her jacket pocket. "Execute: Spirit Evolution!" Akuma shield his eyes from the brightness of her evolution lightening up the room.

"Lobamon!" As he uncovered his eyes, Akuma thought he was standing before a goddess.

She transformed into a humanoid wolf with blonde curls underneath her wolf mask. Her pure white armor fit and slim to show her slender form. Her long, blue striped scarf was draped on her shoulders and around her neck.

She withdrew a mechanic tool from behind her. With it, she drew a Z pattern in midair. Then, she yelled "LOBO KENDO" and pressed a button. A lightsaber appeared, brightening up the room even more. She charged at Myotismon with a battle cry.

The said digimon did not budge from his spot. Piedmon yelled for his master to move, but he ignored his subject. He waited... with a grin on his pale face.

As Lobamon delivers her strike, a sword blocked her path. She looked up to meet a tired gaze of dark chocolate irises.

"If this is how you were going to act, you should've asked me for a dance first", Akuma lazily retorted.

The Warrior of Light dropped her gaze to see his katana. He held the sword with one hand while the other lays inside in pocket.

"Now Akuma", said Myotismon, "do not go overboard with your brawl. A few spankings here and there should give an example of why no one disobeys me."

"Sure, as long as you give me a raise."

Myotismon chuckled. "I will think about it."

"All right, then." With a flick of his wrist, he forcibly pushed Lobamon away from his master. The girl was awestruck by his strength. Instead of attacking again, she sheathed her sword and lifted her arm.

"HOWLING LASER!" She activated a pistol, which was hidden in the right arm of her armor, and released a laser.

Being his regular, calm self, Akuma brought his sword up and whispered, "Absorb, Kagami." His katana glowed a silver light. The warrior's attack suddenly vanished, leaving her opponent standing in front of Myotismon with not a scratch or bruise or any injury on his body. However, instead of his sword in hand, a mirror floated beside him.

The mirror was not of any kind from the Human World. The mirror was circular with silver Celtic designs surrounding the glass like vines.

"You shouldn't have done that, kid", he warned. "Reflect, Kagami." The mirror went in front of him, and, in response, it glowed the same light as the laser. Next, it unleashed the exact same attack, except it seems to be more powerful than the original. It blasted from the mirror and hit Lobamon on her chest plate. The attack was so strong, her back made impact with the stone wall.

When she hit the wall, she was surrounded by a blue digital cocoon. After that, her human form returned as she slides down on the floor. Her device laid helpless on the ground next to her. Akuma walked up to her and kneeled down. Before she could do anything, he grabbed her small wrists and uttered a word. Yellow energy wrapped around her wrists as if they were rope. He forcibly lifted her up by grabbing hold of her upper arm with her device in hand.

Myotismon applauded as if he witness a well-performed play. "Bravo, bravo! Magnificent as always, Akuma!"

"Just doing my job", Akuma nonchalantly said, not letting go of the girl.

"As promise, I will give you your bonus later today." His bodyguard nodded. "However, I will add an extra bonus for you if you consider doing a small favor for me."

"You want me to babysit your bride-to-be", Akuma stated, not bothering to form his sentence to a question. He can feel the girl's glare along the tugging of her arm.

"If you wouldn't mind. I will be overjoy if you do."

Akuma sighed. He did not plan to be some kid's babysitter... but, an extra added bonus does sound promising. With a shrug of his shoulders, he said, "Sure. Whatever."

The virus digimon nodded. "Excellent. Now escort my fiancée to her room. She look ready to pass out due to your swordplay."

The lazy swordman nodded once more and pocketed the device. He looked at the girl who, in return, looked at him with a glare. Ignoring her glare, he picked her up and laid her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She started struggling and yelling for him to put her down.

Soon after, they left the throne room.

Myotismon looked at Piedmon. "And you said he is not worthy of being my protector." He walked to his chair as Piedmon kneeled once more.

"Forgive me for regretting your decisions, Milord, but he continues to gain my doubt."

Myotismon sat down. "I can understand your perspective, but Akuma has been on my side for years; and, he has not once betray my trust."

"Even demons play by their rules."

"Demons who are free. Akuma is bound by our agreement. He will do as he please as long as he stays loyal to me."

"Each day is a new change, Milord."

Myotismon glared at Piedmon. "Here me, Piedmon; the day Takashi Kyoraku disobeys me will be the day you finally kill him." He waved him away. "You are dismiss."

The jester digimon clenched his fists as he bowed lower. "As you wish, Lord Myotismon."

End of Chapter 1