He was dancing around saying in a squeaky singsong voice, "I want apple pie-ie! I want apple pie-ie! I want apple pie-ie! Apple pie!"
Kyrene giggled softly. "You have a funny child."
Angewomon sighed. "Yes, but he's a good little one. Unlike his two brothers. They ran away. Didn't want to watch Demi I guess. They'll be back soon though."
Kyrene smiled. "I'm sure they will."
Demi skipped up to them. "Yeah, so Momma can chew deir bwains out."
"Yes, dear."
They walked into a welding shop to explore. Angewomon conversed with the Meramon that ran the shop, holding a protesting Demi.
"But Mommy, I wanna go wid Ky-Ky! Put me down!"
Kyrene was looking at some beautifully crafted metal bands that were a variety of colors and textures. I wonder if Beelzemon would like one of these. She thought, picking up a blue-black metallic colored band with three silver spikes protruding from it. This one's rather pretty, too bad I can't get it. She examined it for a few more moments before setting it back on the rack with a small sigh.
"Something wrong, Kyrene?"
Kyrene jumped slightly and turned to Angewomon. "N, no. There's nothing wrong."
"Did you find something you like?"
Kyrene looked back at the rack. "Kind of." she said quietly.
Angewomon reached past Kyrene and picked up the band she had been looking at earlier. "Is this the one you want?"
"…y, yes…." Kyrene replied ruefully.
Angewomon smiled. "Alright then. Let's go purchase it."
Kyrene's eyes widened in surprise. "H, huh? No, you don't have to do that…."
"But why not? I can do as I please."
Kyrene remained quiet as she watched Angewomon walk back to Meramon, knowing it was useless to argue. She looked at the ground, clasping her hands together.
Demi walked up to Kyrene, holding the band his mother just paid for on his arm. "Here's ya go Ky-Ky!" he squeaked, holding it up to her.
"Thank you, Demi." Kyrene said as she lifted the In-training.
Demi giggled and hugged the side of Kyrene's face, pressing his cheek against hers. Kyrene gave him a gentle squeeze before setting him down.
The three returned to the tent an hour later. Kyrene was sitting on her cot, adding personal touches to the band with supplies Angewomon had brought from other shops.
Demi was sitting beside her, watching her, puzzled. "Whatcha doin', Ky-Ky?"
"I'm adding some finishing touches to Beelzemon's gift. You think he'll like it?"
Demi looked over the band, which now had dark purple stripes around it and Impy/Beelzemon engraved on the inside. He tapped his chin thoughtfully for a moment before replying, "Ifn' he don't, I'll take it!"
Kyrene smiled. "Thank you, Demi."
Kyrene was finishing her breakfast when Beelzemon suddenly walked in.
"Beelzemon!" she cried, getting up and hurrying to him, her breakfast forgotten. "You're here! I've been waiting for you to come back."
Beelzemon took a step away from the excited teenager, disgusted. "Yeah, whatever."
"So, um…what have you been doing?"
"Nothin' really," he replied, folding his arms. "Fighting mostly."
Kyrene was stunned. "Fighting? Oh, you didn't get hurt did you?! Fighting is so horrible."
Beelzemon moved away as Kyrene stepped forward to examine him. "I'm just fine!" he snapped.
"Oh, Ok. That's good. Oh! I've got something for you." Kyrene said as she went back to her cot.
Beelzemon was quite surprised, though he quickly hid it as Kyrene turned around, her hands cupped together. Her face was alight with pleasure.
Kyrene held her hands up to the inwardly stunned Digimon, removing her top hand to reveal the band. "You like it?" she asked hopefully.
Beelzemon examined the band then looked up at Kyrene, who was watching him intently. "Sure…." he replied, taking the band from her.
Kyrene's smile grew wide. "Great! You're welcome!"
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Beelzemon mumbled. "I'm leaving." He turned and started walking out.
"Huh? B, but you just got here! Please stay!" Kyrene begged, walking after him.
"I said…I'm leaving."
Kyrene halted. "Ok. When are we going home? I'm certain Hatred and the others are awfully worried about us."
Beelzemon walked out of the tent. He clenched his fists, effortlessly crushing the band; he let it fall to the ground. "Stupid human. "You're never going home. You'll never even leave this village."
Angewomon was just reaching the tent when Beelzemon walked out. She had not heard what he had said, but she did see him drop something and walk off. She bent down to retrieve it. She saw that it was the band she had bought for Kyrene. So that's what she had wanted it for. Angewomon pulled back the flap and walked inside.
Kyrene walked up to her. "Guess what, guess what?!" she said excitedly.
Angewomon forced a smile, relived that her helmet hid the rest of her face. "What's got you so excited, my little one?"
"It's Beelzemon, he was here! I gave him that band and he liked it!"
Angewomon's smile faded. "Um, speaking of bands..." She held up her hand with the disfigured band. "I found this outside the tent…."
Kyrene's smile faded, her previous joy gone. "W, what?" She took the band from Angewomon. "He must've dropped it and somebody stepped on it."
Angewomon was relieved with Kyrene's idea; she hadn't the heart to tell her the truth.
"Ouch!" Kyrene was trying to reshape the band, slicing her fingers on the spikes and sharp spots. "I'll have it all fixed when he returns again. I'm sure he'll be happy to get it back." She smiled.
Angewomon watched Kyrene sympathetically as she struggled with the band, blood dripping from the cuts on her fingers. That poor girl. She stepped towards Kyrene, taking the band from her and putting an arm about her shoulders. "Why don't we just take this back to Meramon so he can fix it instead?" She set the band on the table.
"O, Ok…." Kyrene said with soft uncertainty.
"Alight then. Why don't we bandage those fingers now, hm?" Angewomon asked as she led Kyrene out of the tent.
"Good idea."
Kyrene was sitting near a large berry bush near the outskirts of the village.
Demi was sitting on her lap eating berries as he stroked Kyrene's bandaged fingers with a free paw. "Poor Ky-Ky! All better now!"
Kyrene smiled. "Yes. I'm fine now."
Demi held up a paw, presenting Kyrene with a red berry. "Berry?"
"Thank you." Kyrene said as she took the berry from him and ate it.
Demi gigged and offered her more of the berries. She took them willingly and ate them one at a time, laughing softly as Demi gorged himself on the rest of the berries. Dark red berry juice splattered his face and dribbled down his chin to land on Kyrene's pants.
He gasped when he saw the stains. "Whoopsies!"
"It's alright," Kyrene said reassuringly, patting the top of the In-training's furry head. "They'll come out."
"I hopes so."
Kyrene looked up when she heard someone approaching. She was surprised and delighted to see that Beelzemon. "Beelzemon, you're back!"
The viral looked extremely angry and was a bit roughed up.
Seeing the shape he was in, Kyrene's expression changed to worry. "Oh, my gosh! Are you alright?!" She leapt to her feet, Demi in her arms. "You look awful!"
Beelzemon stopped short and drew his gun. "Finally! I've been looking for you, Ky."
"Y, you have? Why?"
Beelzemon raised his gun, pointing it at Kyrene. "So I can dispose of you."
Kyrene's eyes widened and she gasped. "Wha?"
The viral sneered. "Stupid human! You really thought I was your friend? You're dumber than I first thought. I was just using you like everybody else. It was so much fun too. But I don't need you anymore."
Demi gasped, covering his mouth with both paws, then pointed a warning paw at Beelzemon. "I'm tellin' my Momma on youse!"
"Oh shut up you fuckin' pipsqueak. You're next."
"No!" Kyrene cried, hugging Demi protectively.
Beelzemon cackled. "You really are pathetic, Kyrene. Always helping people. Bleh! Makes me sick. Now, no more of that." He squeezed the trigger.
One bullet hit Kyrene in the right shoulder while the other clipped the side. Kyrene screamed and fell to her knees, dropping Demi as she clutched her injured shoulder. Hot tears poured from her eyes and she tightened her grip on her shoulder.
Beelzemon growled in frustration. "No! I missed! I fucking missed! God fucking damn it!"
"Hah! Ya missed!" Demi cried gleefully, jumping with joy and twirling in a circle. "Ya missed, ya missed! Uh-huh, uh-huh ya missed! Missed missed missed…oh… ." His voice trailed off when he saw Kyrene.
The injured teenager was crying hard, her face an inch from the ground. Her entire shook from sobs and the pain. She had never experienced pain like this before and it was absolutely unbearable. Kyrene was also in shock, not from the pain, but because it was Beelzemon who had harmed her.
Beelzemon raised his gun to fire again, intent on finishing off Kyrene. He suddenly caught sounds of footfalls and yells. He glanced over his shoulder to see that the whole village was running in his direction, attracted by the gunshot. "Shit!" He looked back at Kyrene, then back at the mob. Knowing he didn't have enough time, he fled, saying just before he left, "I'll be back, Ky. When I return, you're dead."
Angewomon was the first to reach Kyrene. She dropped down in front of the girl. "Kyrene! What happened?!" The vaccine's voice was full of worry. "You're bleeding! Who did this to you?! Who?!"
Kyrene didn't answer, only sobbed harder.
Demi had to answer for her. "It was a big tall ugly dude!"
"What did he look like?" Angewomon asked.
"Well, he was tall wid yellowish hair like yers, 'cept not as purty. Had a third eye and a gun-which was da weapon of intededed murder!"
Angewomon looked down at Kyrene. "Kyrene," she said softly. "Was it him? Was it Beelzemon?"
Kyrene's sobbing had subsided and she was wiping her face with the shirtsleeve of her uninjured shoulder. She straightened up. Looking up at Angewomon, she nodded very slightly.
"That little-! I knew he was no good!"
"No," Kyrene choked out. "It wasn't all his fault. If I had been a better friend…he wouldn't be so angry with me."
"No Kyrene," Angewomon said softly, stroking Kyrene's hair. "None of this is your fault. It's that's viral's. There is nothing but anger and hatred in his heart."
Kyrene's eyes widened in disbelief. "No he doesn't! There's good in his heart. He's kinder than you know, I know he is!"
"Oh, honey…." Angewomon hugged Kyrene, continuing to stroke her hair.
Demi was quite upset with being ignored. "Hey! Whadda 'bout me?" he whined.
At that same time, Hatred and Centauriamon were trudging wearily into the village, on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.
"Hey, Hatred. Where is everybody?"
Hatred looked up. "Don't know, don't really care."
"Did we come to a ghost town? Oh, wait, there's some Digimon."
The Meramon that owned the welding shop and a DemiMeramon were conversing with one another as they made their way back to the shop.
"I can't believe she got shot!" Meramon said, shaking his head.
"I know. She's sucha nice human too. Poor Ky."
"Ky?!" Hatred said in disbelief. She ran up to the Meramon. "Did you say Ky as in Kyrene?"
Meramon blinked in surprise. "Oh, yeah…."
"Where is she?! Tell me now!"
"She's in Angewomon's tent. It's that way. There's a red plus side on da top and it's green." DemiMeramon replied, pointing in the direction he was describing.
"Come on, Cen!" Hatred called as she bolted off.
"Wait a sec! Hatred!"
Meramon and DemiMeramon watched Hatred and Centauriamon for a few moments before walking off.
Hatred burst into the tent. "Where is she?! Where's Ky?!"
Angewomon looked up, startled. "Quiet! My patient is trying to sleep!"
"Yeah!" Demi squeaked, shaking an accusing paw at Hatred. "Ky-Ky twyin' ta sweep! So be quiets!"
"So, she is alive, right?" Centauriamon asked.
"Yes. She's fine."
Hatred breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the back of her hand across her brow, barely showing her eyes. "Phew! That's good. What happened?"
"A big ugly dude shot 'er!" Demi said, folding his tin arms.
"Who?" Centauriamon asked.
"One of Kyrene's 'friends'. His name is Beelzemon."
"It will also be dead!" Hatred cried angrily, clenching her fist.
Angewomon stood up. "As you wish. But later. Can you stay here and watch Kyrene while I go to the forest for more Adel berries?"
"Sure." Centauriamon replied.
Hatred was still too upset to answer.
"Alright then. I'll be back soon. Demi, sweetie, you stay here too."
"But Momma-"
"No buts. It's dangerous out there and you like to wander off. Be a good little Digimon and stay here to guard Kyrene."
Demi sighed. "Yesh, Momma…."
Angewomon smiled. "Don't be so glum. I'll take you next time."
"Ok."
Angewomon left the tent. Demi walked over to his mother's cot and lay down to nap.
Centauriamon walked over to where Kyrene was lying. There was a bandage wrapped around her shoulder and blood splatters on the front of her shirt. "Oh my. Got her pretty good I'd say."
"All the more reason for him to die!" Hatred drew her gun and flamethrower, growling.
"Calm down, Hate. We have to wait." Centauriamon advised.
Hatred scowled and put away her weapons. "Fine."
Outside, Angewomon was just reaching the edge of the forest when she spied three creatures exiting it. One was a purple-haired sixteen-year-old human with eyes that matched the Net Ocean. She was wearing a light blue, one sleeved belly-shirt with a black miniskirt and knee-high purple platform boots. She had her arms looked through the arm of what looked to be Beelzemon. The only difference was that his helmet was a light purple, nearly white, his hair was white tinged with a light blonde, and he had light green eyes. He also did not have a bandana. There also appeared to be white letters across the front of his chest, though his jacket covered most of it so that it looked like "liic." but was actually "Bliich." The female walking on his other side was a Digimon who had long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and wearing a pink dress with linking hearts for straps and pink platform boots. She also had large pixy wings.
Angered by the sight of the tall viral, Angewomon took up a fighting stance. The white wings on both sides of her gloved hand grew longer and she nocked a gold arrow of energy onto the string. "Halt!"
The three stopped, looking at Angewomon with a mixture of surprise and confusion.
"Hold on!" the blonde-haired female cried. "We're friendly!"
"Not that one," the angel type said coldly, drawing back on the string. "How dare you harm Kyrene?! I won't let you get away with it, you scumbag!"
The Beelzemon look-alike seemed very confused. "Huh?"
The purple-haired female looked up at him. "What is she talking about, Bliich?"
Bliich shrugged. "Dunno. I don't know anyone name Kyrene,' He looked at Angewomon. "I'm sorry ma'am, you have the wrong person.
"Like hell I do! You're lying!"
The purple-haired female scowled and stepped forward. "Don't you dare call my boyfriend a liar!"
"Oomii! Calm down, love." Bliich said, grabbing Oomii's hand to keep her from attacking Angewomon.
Angewomon relaxed, her arrow dissipating. "Maybe I have. There was a creature that looked just like you who shot my friend, Kyrene. He was supposedly her friend."
"Is she Ok?" the blonde-haired female asked, sounding quite concerned.
"She's alright. The bullets hit her in the shoulder. You may see her if you like, but, Bleach is it? I'd advise you to be careful. There's another human with her who is hellbent on killing the one who hurt her, along with her Digimon. And Kyrene may freak out if she's awake. She's still shaken."
"Alright. Thank you very much."
"Sorry for the mix-up."
Bliich smiled. "It's alright."
Angewomon returned the smile. "Yes. You definitely couldn't be him. You're friendly-it's in your eyes. But the others…his eyes were full of hate and it radiated from him."
"Hmm. No, it can't be. He's far too weak." Bliich shook his head.
The three walked to the tent.
Oomii stopped Bliich just as he was about to enter. "Wait, sweetheart. We'll go in first."
"Alright." Bliich respectively took a step back.
Oomii walked in first only to stop when she caught sight of Hatred and Centauriamon. "Hate, Cen? What are you guys doing here?"
"Hey, sis. You wanna go on a Digimon hunt after Angewomon gets back?"
"Sure! Sounds like fun."
Hatred grinned and pulled out her guns. "I'll make that guy wish he was never hatched. So where's Pix?"
"She's outside." Oomii replied.
"Well, send 'er in!"
"Pix! Come in here!"
Pixidamon entered the tent. "Yes?"
"Hi, Pix!" Centauriamon said, waving.
"Cen! Hatred! What are you doing here?"
"Looking after our friend." Centauriamon replied.
"I see."
Bliich poked his head through the flap. "Can I come in now, Oomii?"
"You!" Hatred screamed, pointing her guns at Bliich.
"Um, I think that's a no."
"No! Hatred stop!" Oomii cried, stepping in the way of Hatred. "He's my boyfriend!"
"What?! Your…what?" Hatred asked in disbelief.
"My boyfriend." Oomii repeated with a small smile and a shrug.
Suddenly Hatred burst out laughing. Oomii scowled, folding her arms.
The laughter awoke Kyrene. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. "W, what's going on?"
"Oh, nothing. Just admiring my sister's stupidity." Hatred said, trying hard to stifle her laughter.
"Oh."
"Does this mean I can come in now?" Bliich asked.
"Sure." Hatred replied.
"Ok." Bliich entered, putting an arm around Oomii.
"Eep! Scary dude!" Demi squealed, jumping onto Kyrene's cot and hiding his face in her shirt.
Kyrene stared at Bliich. "B, Beelzemon?" she asked in a small voice.
Bliich shook his head. "No. Sorry. I am a Beelzemon but not the one yer lookin' for. My name's Bliich."
"Oh." Kyrene lowered her gaze, slightly disappointed.
"Don't worry," Centauriamon said reassuringly, putting an arm about Kyrene's shoulders. "We'll get him for you."
"But I don't want you to." Kyrene said softly.
"What are you talking about?!" Hatred demanded.
"Really. Now is usually the time when get revenge."
"B, but I don't want to…."
"Yeah, Kyrene. Well, you can't get revenge," Hatred said quietly then growled, "He only shot you!"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't say sorry!"
"Sorry."
"Ahh! Don't say sorry for saying sorry!" Hatred cried, flailing her arms about.
Kyrene hunched her shoulders, looking down at her hands. "I'm sorry…." she said in a tiny voice.
"Ahhhh!" Hatred pulled on her hair.
"Hatred, calm down! You're scaring the poor girl!" Pixidamon said.
"Huh?" Hatred looked over at Kyrene, who had her legs pulled to her chest and was trembling slightly. "Oh, whoops."
"It's alright." Kyrene said, placing her hand on her bandaged shoulder.
Hatred turned to the others. "Ok guys. One of should stay with Kyrene and Demi while the rest of us search for that b$#!"
"I'll stay!" Pixidamon said, raising her hand.
"Alright then. Let's go!"
Kyrene watched sadly as Hatred, Centauriamon, Oomii, and Bliich walked out of the tent. "Poor, Beelzemon. I wish they wouldn't fight, they'll get hurt. Then it will be all my fault."
"It won't be your fault, Kyrene." Pixidamon said as she sat down beside Kyrene on the cot.
"Yes it would! If I had been a better friend then Beelzemon wouldn't be the way he is. He'd still be Impy and not hunted or mad. We wouldn't be here…." Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She put her face in her hands.
Demi patted Kyrene's side. "Don' cry, Ky-Ky."
Pixidamon put her arms around Kyrene in a comforting hug. "There there," she said quietly. "Calm down. Don't blame yourself; it's not good for you."
But Kyrene wasn't listening. She continued to cry in Pixidamon's shoulder.
Meanwhile the others were exploring the village.
"So what are we doing exactly?" Bliich asked as he looked around.
"We're just looking around for a few. See if we can get any info on the guy who shot Ky." Centauriamon replied.
"Oh."
Oomii slipped her hand in his. "Don't worry. We'll get to fight soon. I know Hatred is eager to fill this guy with lead."
"Damn right you are!" Hatred whole-heartedly agreed, waving her gun in the air.
"Yer sis is a bit-how should I say this-insane." Bliich said quietly to his girlfriend.
Oomii grinned. "Actually, she's more evil than anything."
"Really?" Bliich asked sarcastically. "I thought she was one of the nicest I've ever met." He grinned.
Oomii burst out laughing. "Hatred, nice! As if!"
Bliich chuckled and shook his head. "I thought so."
After a moment or so Oomii's laughter subsided and the group walked in silence. When they saw that they were nearing Angewomon's tent, they decided to change course.
"Hey, guys. We'd better go this way; we're traveling in a circle." Centauriamon said.
"Alright."
"Whatever. Can we speed this up a little?"
"Sure, sis. Let's leave town and check out the area around it. He may still be around."
The others nodded in agreement. As they walked off, Bliich cast a glance over his shoulder. What he saw made him stop dead in his tracks. "Impy!"
Beelzemon was outside the tent, trying to figure out exactly how to kill Kyrene without disturbing the others. "I could just strangle 'er," he muttered to himself, grinning. "Yeah. Painful and quiet. That should work."
With his mind made up, he started towards the tent. Just as he was reaching out to touch it, a voice rang out behind him.
"Impy! Get away from that tent!"
Impy went rigid. He recognized the voice. Bliich! He thought with disgust. He turned to face what he thought was only his older brother but was actually a small group. He was only mildly surprised, but made sure to hide it anyway. "Hello, brother." he said coolly.
Hatred took a step forward, pointing her guns at Impy. "Get ready ta die, scumbag!"
Impy folded his arms across his chest. "You wouldn't dare shoot me in front of the tent Ky is in, would you?" he asked tauntingly. "You could accidentally shoot her."
Hatred ground her teeth together angrily, knowing he was right.
Impy sneered. "Pathetic."
"We may not be able to shoot you, but we sure as hell can hit you!"
Impy's eyes widened as Oomii charged at him with inhuman speed, bringing her fist forward to make excruciating contact with his face.
The force of the punch made Impy stagger back several paces, hands covering his face.
He removed his hands, allowing the others to see the damage. Blood gushed from his nose and there were long cracks running through his helmet.
Impy looked up at Oomii, who was standing smirking with one hand on her hip while the other hung at her side, blood dripping from her knuckles.
"You stupid bitch!" he growled, pulling the guns from his back and boot holster and firing at Oomii. "Double Impact!"
"Oomii!" Bliich flung himself at Oomii, knocking her out of the way. He pulled her to her feet, dusting her off. "You Ok, sweetie?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Oomii replied shakily.
"You're pathetic! Protecting others. You think you're so special 'cause yer a goody-two-shoe hero. What do you see in her anyway? She's a slut!"
"Take that back!" Bliich snarled.
"But why? It's the truth." Impy grinned.
"Well, I don't know if you can tell, but I like, totally broke you helmet." Oomii said.
Then Hatred chimed in, "And probably your nose too."
"Shut up!" Impy snapped as he wiped the blood still flowing from his nose with the sleeve of his jacket. "I don't need anybody tellin' me I'm injured!"
"Duh, just look in a mirror. And if it breaks, it's not my fault, you're just ugly." Hatred said with a small grin.
The others chuckled at Hatred's little joke.
Impy bared his fangs in a menacing manner. "You stupid…stupid…." His voice trailed off, unable to find a suitable insult.
"Aww, what's the matter?" Hatred asked in a sweet, mocking tone. "Can't find an insult for pure evil? Not surprised."
"I'll think of something!" Impy said, pointing at Hatred. His arm dropped slightly and he muttered to himself, "Crap! Can't think of nuthin'!"
Oomii looked at Hatred. "Figures he can't think of anything. Neither could I."
Hatred laughed. "Oh, what can I say, I'm perfect."
Oomii, Bliich, and Centauriamon looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Hatred, the only reason why we can't insult you is that you agree with everything we say." Centauriamon said.
Hatred folded her arms and scoffed. "Whatever."
"Can we stop yappin' and get ta fightin' already?!" Impy demanded, pointing his guns at Bliich. An evil half-smile spread across his face. "'Specially you bro. I wanna show you just how strong I've become."
Bliich chuckled dryly. "Strong huh? Let's just see how 'strong' you are."
Impy's smile widened. "Good! Prepare to die."
Bliich started to take a step forward but Oomii grabbed his hand. "Wait! You can't fight him alone."
"I can and I will. Oomii, we've been feuding and fighting since we were In-training. This is no different, love. Don't worry. He's a weakling."
Oomii still looked doubtful and concerned. "Ok. But if anything happens, we're intervening. I don't want to lose you."
Bliich smiled reassuringly and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry, you won't. I love you too much to let that happen."
Impy made a face of disgust. "Yuck! I can't stand that mushy crap! C'mon already!"
Bliich turned to Impy, shaking his head. "Eager as always. That can get ya into a lot a trouble, little bro. How many times have I told you that before?"
"Shut up! I don't need one of your lectures! I've heard plenty of them d# things from Mom! Fight me already, unless yer stallin' 'cause yer afraid."
"Alright, if you insist. But let's step away fro the tent first."
Impy put up his guns and folded his arms. "No."
Bliich frowned. "Alright then you stubborn ass. Have it your way." He started reaching for his gun when Hatred grabbed his arm.
"If you shoot at him, you'd better be as accurate as I thing you are. 'Cause if you miss and hit Ky, yer gonna be deader than your brother!" she hissed, tightening her grip.
Bliich flinched from the pain and nodded quickly. "O, of course!"
"Good!" Hatred released Bliich's arm.
No sooner did she do that then Bliich went flying from a sucker punch dealt by Impy.
Impy ran after his brother, grabbing him by his foot and hurling him up into the air. He quickly drew the gun from his back holster and fired. "Double Impact!"
Bliich screamed as the bullets struck him in the chest and stomach.
Oomii covered her mouth with her hands as she watched her boyfriend fall to the ground in a heap, stirring up small clouds of dust. "Oh my God! Bliich! Bliich! My poor Bliich."
"You really are pathetic!" Impy cackled.
Bliich pushed himself up off the ground. He was thoroughly bewildered by his brother's strength. "How could he be so strong?! He may just beat me yet. I can't let that happen!" Fighting against the pain, Bliich struggled to stand.
Impy's eyes widened slightly. "Oh! Would ya look it that?! He's actually getting up! Ha! That's so…oof!"
Bliich nailed Impy hard in the gut, causing him to drop his gun. It took all of Impy's willpower to keep from losing his lunch as he held his stomach, blood spilling from his mouth as he coughed.
Bliich grabbed Impy by the throat and raked his claws cruelly across his chest. "Darkness Claw!"
"Go Bliich!" Oomii cheered.
"Kick his worthless ass!" Hatred yelled.
"Yeah!" Centauriamon said in agreement.
All the commotion made Kyrene peek out a small slit in the tent flap. "What's going on out there?" Her eyes widened and filled with tears when she saw the two Beelzemons going at each other like mad beasts, ripping and tearing at each other's bodies with deadly, razor sharp claws. "No! Beelzemon, Bliich!" She covered her face with her hands.
Impy and Bliich had managed to pull apart from one another and were standing glaring at the other. Both were on the brink of exhaustion and blood poured from various wounds on their bodies, including their mouths and noses, to pool on the grass and dirt, glittering crimson in the sunlight.
"Ready ta give up yet, little bro?" Bliich asked breathlessly.
"No way!" Impy replied, equally breathless.
"Thought so." Bliich sighed.
Impy suddenly charged at Bliich. Bliich coolly side-stepped, grabbing Impy's tail as he ran by, then yanked him back, grabbing his jacket collar, and swung him over to land hard upon his back, knocking the remaining air from his lungs.
Then Bliich drew the gun from his boot holster, pointing it at Impy. "Bye-bye little bro."
Impy glared up at him defiantly. "Screw you jackass."
Bliich shook his head. "Stupid." He began pulling the trigger.
"No!"
Startled, Bliich, along with everyone else, looked up to see Kyrene running towards them, Pixidamon trailing behind her.
"Ky, what the he do you think you're doing?!" Hatred demanded.
Kyrene stopped in front of Bliich, arms spread wide. "Stop, please! You can't kill him!"
"Why?" Bliich asked, slightly stunned that someone was coming to his brother's defense.
"He's my friend and I won't let you hurt him anymore!"
"Alright," Bliich put his gun back in its holster. "Consider yerself lucky, Impy."
Kyrene breathed a sigh of relief, lowering her arms. "Thank you," She turned and knelt beside Impy. "Are you alright, Beelzemon?"
Impy stared at her in disbelief. "Y, you saved me…."
Kyrene smiled. "Of course I did. I couldn't stand by and watch my friend get hurt."
Impy frowned. "Yer dumber than I thought."
"Huh?"
Impy got unsteadily to his feet. "You think saving me is going to convince me not to kill you? Hope not, 'cause I still am. And if I return and you're still here, I'm goin to kill you and everyone here, got it?!" he hissed in her face. Then he turned and stalked away.
Kyrene watched him sadly. "Beelzemon…."
Hatred walked up beside Kyrene, putting an arm about her shoulders. "It's Ok. You don't need him. That was actually a stupid idea to let him live. He still wants to kill you."
"I know," Kyrene said softly, not taking her eyes off Impy. "If I knew it would make him happy, I'd let him."
"Unfortunately, later he'll regret it and only be racked with anger and sorrow." Pixidamon said as she came up on Kyrene's other side.
Kyrene sighed and touched her bandaged shoulder.