Takaro, Impmon, and I walked to the park. Impmon rambled on with his complaints about it being too early, but I was fine with the time. "-I haven't even woken up yet!" Impmon whined. I leaned down and flicked his head. "Shush. You whine too much." I hissed at him.
"Eh so what. Deal with it. I deal with your mindless... Singing." he replied with an edgy tone. I stopped and struck him the darkest glare I could hinder. "Gah!" Impmon groaned, staring at my death glare. "Sheesh, you could kill someone with that stare!"
I continued walking towards to park, grin on my face. "Don't underestimate me, Impmon." I simply said. Once we reached the park, I leaned against a tree. I watched Takaro as she ran up to Rin. "Hey, here's Len and Angewomon?" Takaro asked her blonde-haired friend. "Len is sick and Angewomon said she has 'business to attend to'."
Takaro nodded in understanding. "I get it," she said. Takaro took her friend's wrist in her grip and dragged her to the tree house. I sighed and turned my head. Impmon looked at me. "Hey, I'mma go back home, 'kay?" he said. I simply nodded.
Once he left, something caught my eye. Rather, someone. I turned my full attention to a sharp looking boy, whom I presumed was around the age of fifteen. Takaro's age. I saw his disgusting glare and frown. I then tuned my attention to the Digimon next to him. A Piedmon with still-bloody scars on his lip and cheek. I frown at his sullen look and his contemptuous gaze. He seemed unhappy, but unwilling to express it. I saw that they were walking towards me, but I just crossed my arms and leaned against the tree, averting my gaze from them. The boy with the Piedmon walked past me slowly, staring at me. I heard a devilish chuckle come from his mouth. Immediately, I realized that he was up to no good deeds. The boy looked away. As soon as he looked away, I looked at them, their backs now towards me. I saw the Piedmon glance at me. I as surprised. Why? Because I saw a look of pleading and sorrow in his eyes. Pain. Pure pain. I quickly, looked the other way, as the look made my stomach churn. I sighed and walked the other way. It was none of my business, after all. I couldn't help but think of that Piedmon. He looked so.. Sad and helpless. What was wrong with him? Did he lose someone, did he do something wrong and was guilty about it? What? I didn't even know. Those scars. They looked new and fresh, like he had just received them. "UGH!" I groaned. I did not want to get in their business, but I would feel terrible if I just let that Piedmon's sadness go on! I grinned almost immediately as an idea came into my head. I would figure out what was bothering the Piedmon by following them! I quickly turned the way the two had been going, and saw that they were already near the Utsamora's Bakery, Takaro's neighbors. Takaro was lucky to live next to the bakery. I quickly began to sprint, as they were already turning the corner. I reached the street and ran through it, although cars were coming through. The cars honked and immediately stopped. Oh well, they didn't hit me, eh? I figured. I reached the bakery and ran on, turning the corner that the two did. I peered around, fortunate to see the boy open the door and walk in with his Piedmon. The boy slammed the door. I sneaked, walking up to the door. Grinning, I peeked into the house through an open window, my ears low. The boy clenched his fists and grabbed a butter knife. The boy threw it at Piedmon's face, scathing his cheek roughly. I let out a low growl, mouth in a tight snarl. How dare he! I was surprised to see the Piedmon just wince and take it. "I'm sorry, Jake." I heard him say in his strong voice. The boy, Jake, I presumed, glared sharply at Piedmon. "Next time, you better take it out with one hit. Or else I'll find a better Digimon than you. I've been looking around already. " My eyes widened. That son of a- I saw the Piedmon's gaze slowly turn to the window, directly at me. I saw sorrow and pain once more in his eyes. I let out a silent yelp and ducked. I ran away, fists clenched.
I walked back to the park, obvious rage burning like a fire in my eyes. How could a tamer be so cruel? I've never seen one like that boy, Jake! Takaro, now out of her tree house, saw me. "Renamon what' wrong?" she asked me. I walked past, shaking my head like nothing was wrong. Nothing wrong? HAH! Complete opposite, if you ask me. Digimon abuse? Never heard of it, but it's being committed. I blinked in surprise, stopping. Why do I care so much? I pondered. I put a paw to my chest and looked up. I held my small linen cloth in my paw and exclaimed, "'Cause it's my duty to make sure other Digimon are happy! Especially not abused!"
When I reached the edge of the forest, I heard footsteps, other than mine. My ears perked, alert. I walked into the meadow and sat down on a moss-covered rock. I curled up, tail brushing my snout. Suddenly, I heard a brave, yet weak voice ask, "Why did you follow us?" I looked up to see Piedmon walking towards him. He had more nicks and cuts on his face, one bleeding profusely on his left eyebrow. "Oh dear," I muttered, looking at him. "I'm sorry.. You just looked so.. sad. I wanted to see what upset you. I'm sorry for invading your space." To my great surprise, I saw Piedmon sit down next to me on a log. He stared at the ground, blood slowly dripping from his eyebrow. "No.. It's okay. I..It doesn't make me upset.. I'm used to it.." I climb from the rock and knell in front of him. With my paws, I removed his mask and laid it next to him. I put my cloth to his eyebrow wound. He flinched, moving back a bit. "Stay still," I told him sternly, though a soft look on my face. "I want to stop the bleeding before you die of blood loss." I knew he could not die that quick from a small wound, but I would take no chances. He finally stayed still and allowed me to clean the wound. He stayed silent. "So you are Piedmon, correct?" I said, pulling back. I looked at my now-bloody cloth and decide to put it to the side. Piedmon quickly put his mask back on. He nodded and replied, "Yeah. Thank you by the w-"
"Piedmon!" I heard someone shout. I turned around to see the Piedmon's Tamer. Jake. I held back a hiss as Piedmon stood up and began walking to his Tamer. "The heck were you doing with that mutt? You are supposed to kill any Digimon, not talk to them!" Jake yelled, punching Piedmon's side. I stood my ground, hissing. If it wasn't illegal, I would kill that boy right here, right now.