Phantomon approached the pair two days later, raising his scythe ominously. "The Master would be so disappointed if he knew you two were playing 'catch the rose petal'. I suggest toughening your hearts and getting back to work, lest my mouth walks and my scythe cuts."
The spectre floated away, leaving Tailmon staring at Wizarmon in shock. "He knows!" She hissed, frightened now. "How long has he known?!" She panicked and glanced around fretfully, looking for any of Vamdemon's other minions.
Wizarmon placed a gloved hand on the feline's shoulder, waiting until she looked up at him. "Calm down, it will be fine. We should do as Phantomon advised, though. I don't think he'll tell Vamdemon unless we really push his limits. I, for one, am not going to do that."
Tailmon nodded eagerly, all too willing to distance herself from Wizarmon lest Phantomon continued spying on them. It hurt Wizarmon to realize this, but he knew it was for the best, since he didn't particularly want to be sent to the dungeon or worse… deleted.
The feeling of emotional distance from Wizarmon prickled at Tailmon's senses, but she stood her ground. It was such a pity, she realized, because she had just gotten used to being close to someone. And now it was being taken away from her due to rules she had no choice but to obey. She didn't want to die, either.
The longer they had to keep themselves closed off from each other, the more it hurt them inside. Until Wizarmon became reserved and Tailmon an ice queen.
It became part of them to the point that when fate set them up to meet a certain girl later on, the masks would shatter and their real selves would return. But that meeting was still a long way off, the girl not yet ready to accept her place in the Chosen Children.
