Kirin and Beelzemon finished off half of the basket and was carrying the rest of the food, searching for the motorcycle which Beelzemon had called Behemoth. Suddenly a black beast rushed past, the speed of whatever it was knocking her onto her back. She looked behind her to see the horrible thing speeding back at her. She braced herself for a certain death. She waited for a moment and looked up. Beelzemon sat atop a black monsterous motorcycle.
"It was tryin' ta find me." he said. "Like a lost puppy."
Kirin stared up in amazement. Beelzemon rode closer to the girl and pulled her onto Behemoth. She held on tightly to his waist as he sped through the desert.
2 months later
Beelzemon kicked the fallen Behemoth while Kirin looked around the new, snowy, scenery. They had gone straight from the desert into a frozen wasteland. Kirin held her arms, shivering.
"The damn engines frozen over. It won't start."
Kirin frowned. She couldn't handle this kind of cold. No human could, especially not in such short sleeves, and after three hours of walking, she gave in to the frost, collapsing in the snow. Beelzemon turned at the sound of a whumph in the snow, to see Kirin sprawled out, unconcious. He walked back to her and hoisted the teenage girl onto his back.
"Beelz, I wanna go home," she muttered. "I want my dad."
"Hold on kiddo." Beelzemon said, pressing fowards. The once gentle snowfall had now turned into a harsh blizzard. Beelzemon could feel Kirin's heartbeat becoming faint, and he knew he had to get her somewhere warm soon. That's when he saw it. Up ahead was an obstruction in the otherwise completley flat surfaced land. As they got closer, he realized it was a cave. Beelzemon trudged as fast as he could to the opening and ducked in. He lay Kirin on her back on the cave floor, and covered her with his jacket. He then covered her with his own body. Her heartbeat was strengthening again. It was working.
"Beelz," she muttered, coming to. She clenched his back, still shivering. Her dampclothes weren't helping, nor was his helmet, which was pressed against her face. She reached up and slid it up off his head and tossed it up against the wall.
"Now why in da world did you do dat?" Beelzemon asked, his face buried in her shoulder.
"Because it was making my face cold."
She ran a hand through Beelzemon's messy blonde hair. His tail wrapped around her leg while he squeezed her a little closer. Though he wouldn't let her see it, he still let Kirin touch his face. She giggled when she felt the hair growing down his sideburns and meeting at the tip of his chin.
"You have a beard!" she laughed.
"Ya got a problem with dat, kid?" he growled, still buried in her shoulder.
"Nope." she giggled. Suddenly, she clenched his back, frightened by something.
"Ow, kid, dat hurts!" Belzemon laughed before he realized something was truly wrong. Kirin's face had flushed, and tears were now streaking the young girls cheeks. He lifted his head, staring into her worried eyes. "What is it, Kirin?" he asked.
"What if I never get home? What if, when I get home, my parents don't love me because they think I ran away?"
"No more o' dat. I'm gonna getcha home, and if your parents have some kind of beef with it, I'll explain everyt'ing."
Kirin wiped her eyes.
"Really?"
Beelzemon nodded.
"I'm like a stray. Ya feed me and I'll follow you wherever you go."
Kirin couldn't help but smile.
"My puppy." she said putting her arms around his neck. Beelzemon grabbed his helmet and slid it over his head. He pulled Kirin to her feet. She zipped up the jacket the rest of the way. It was extremely baggy on her, reaching down nearly to her knees. She smiled at the sudden warmth she felt. There was a light from above and down floated a small devce. She held out her hands and caught it.
"What in the world is it?" she asked, holding it up to Beelzemon.
"Kid, you've just been blessed by the Digignomes. Dat right dere is a digivice."
Kirin held it by the loop that was attatched to it.
"What does it do?"
"Lots o' junk. I ain't quite sure. I was taken from my tamers b'fore they could really figure it out. Dey're prolly all grown up now."
Kirin took Beelzemon's hand and pressed the device into his palm. She looked up into his eyes and hugged him tight.
"Dat's okay dough," he said. "I'd rather have you as a tamer. Yer more fun."
The digivice started to glow. The glow grew to a bright shine, then faded. They were now staring through a hole, a portal, to what looked like a sunny beach. The two climbed through as quickly as they possibley could.
