The next morning Emmie woke Beelzemon up and took him to the Masseuse. Beelzemon made sure to leave Sweetie at Kumi's house since she was still asleep, wrapping her up in his jacket.

When Sweetie awoke and saw that Beelzemon was gone, she started having a fit. "Where's my Uncle Beatle?! I want my Uncle Beatle!"

Because of how thick the walls were, no one heard her except Valamon, who was walking down the hall on her way to the arcade room. "What the heck is that? Is somebody yellin'?"

Valamon went to investigate and found Sweetie in tears and quite angry. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"ME WANT UNCLE BEATLE!"

"Oh. Where is he?"

"Me no, no. Oh, wait. He said they went to the moose or somethin' like that."

"Moose? What in the world?" Valamon scratched her head, confused.

"Yup. Now I want my Uncle Beatle, Aunie V-V!"

Valamon walked over and picked her up. "Why do you call me that? I'm not aunt material."

"Aunie V-V sounds good. Besides I can't say yer name."

"Yeah, that sounds reasonable. But it makes me sound like I'm with Beelzemon if you call me that when he's around."

"But me thought you wanted to be with Uncle Beatle."

Valamon sighed. "I-I do. But…he wouldn't want to be with me. Besides, he's with Emmie. Damn that girl!"

"You do know that he hates being near Emmie, don't you?"

Valamon looked down at her in surprise. "No, I didn't. Still doesn't mean much."

"He's only pretending to go out with her as part of the plan."

Valamon raised an eyebrow. "Plan? What plan?"

Emmie's eyes widened and she clamped her hands over mouth. "Oopsies."

"Tell me about this 'plan'."

Sweetie shook her head vigorously. "No! Me want chocolate!"

"Alright, if I get you chocolate, will you tell me about this plan?"

"Me want chocolate!"

Valamon groaned. She dug in her pants pocket and produced a Snickers bar. "You want this?"

"SNICKERS! Must have! But can't reach, too short."

Valamon smiled slyly. "Tell me, and I'll give you the candy bar. If you tell me everything I'll even throw in a couple Reese's, King Size."

Sweetie's eyes widened to the size of small saucers. "GIMME, GIMME!" she squealed, trying to grab the Snickers that was being dangled above her head.

"No, not 'til you spill, little one."

"WAAHAA! ME WANT CHOCOLATE!"

Valamon held the screaming child out away from her as she began to writhe and squirm violently in an attempt to get the candy bar. "TELL ME!"

"GIMME CHOCOLATE!"

"NOO!"

Suddenly Bunni appeared in the doorway. "WHAT'S ALL THE YELLING ABOUT?!"

"ME W-WANT CHOCOLATE, BUNNY!" Sweetie wailed, sobbing loudly.

"STOP SHOUTING!"

"SORRY!"

"CHOCOLATE!"

"SHUT UP!"

Bunni walked over to Valamon, took Sweetie and the chocolate bar from her, and stomped out of the room. Valamon was left slightly baffled and rather mad that she didn't get to hear the plan Sweetie had been talking about. Shoot, no fair! She sighed and walked out of the room and went to the arcade room.

Masseuse

"Hello!" A voice said behind them.

They turned around to see Jamie.

"Hi!" Emmie said, waving.

Beelzemon folded his arms and looked around. "There's a lotta guys here."

"Of course! This is the women's Daydream and Spa Masseuse."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Beelzemon asked, confused.

"Because, this is one of the best Masseuse place on the whole planet! Well, in my opinion."

Beelzemon narrowed his eyes as one of the males that were walking by was looking him over. "What're you lookin' at?!" he snarled.

The male cringed and hurried away.

"Oh, don't be so mean, Beelzebear."

"I don't like guys lookin' at me that way. Makes ya think they might be gay, and I don't really like gay guys."

"I don't know what gay is but I don't think any of our males are."

"Gay is when a male likes another male, and I mean more than just bein' friendly."

"Ewww. Just like Barrotts."

"Yeah. Sure, none of them is 'Barrotts'?"

"No, I don't know any of them that well," Suddenly a young looking male with short spiky black hair wearing denim pants and a skin-tight jersey walked by. Emmie turned to him and waved. "Hi Scott! How's Lilly doing?"

Scott shrugged and gave her a small smile. "Just fine. C'ya around!"

Beelzemon watched as he walked away then turned to Emmie. "Don't know 'em well, eh?" he asked sarcastically.

"Uh, well, I meant all of them. Ehehe…."

Beelzemon rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh. I don't see why ya didn't choose one of these guys insteada me!"

"But none of them are as good looking as you!" Emmie said, throwing her arms around his waist.

Beelzemon blushed lightly and smiled smugly, looking down at her. He put one hand on the top of her head.

"Alright now. To pick yer rooms and who's gonna be yer Masseuse. Of course, since we only got one girl, that part won't be hard…but Emmie, who do you want?" Jamie asked, looking at Emmie.

Emmie shrugged. "Don't matter. Just direct me to a room."

"Ok then, you go down the hall. Room 20. I better take yer, uh, boyfriend to one of the other rooms."

"Alrighty!" Emmie let go of Beelzemon and walked away.

Beelzemon sighed. "Well, least I got rid of her."

"Come on, Beelzemon, unless ya want one of the guys ta do it." Jamie snickered.

Beelzemon growled. "Shaddup. There ain't no way I'm gonna have a guy do that!"

"Ok. Your room's this way."

"Alright. Who'd be my Masseuse if all I see is guys?" Beelzemon asked.

"You'll see…." Jamie said as he walked over to one of the doors. He opened the door and pushed Beelzemon inside.

Inside the room was full of different candles that were lit and were the only source of light in the room other than the large TV on the wall. Beelzemon could see well in the dark so the candles didn't help much, but the TV did. A table was near the middle of the room as well as a refrigerator. A girl was lounging in a chair in front of the television.

"Uh, what the hell?" Beelzemon looked around, slightly confused. I don't think some of this should be in here.

"Come on, the game's on!"

"I don't do football."

"What the hell's your problem!? It's Gore War 3!"

Curious, Beelzemon walked over. He watched as one of the guys ripped off the skin of the other guy's face. "Holy crap! What is this rated?!"

"PG." the girl said sarcastically.

"Yer kiddin'?" Beelzemon asked in disbelief.

"'Course I am ya moron."

"Hey! Don't call me that!"

"If you knew what was good for you, you'd shut up."

"Like I'm gonna listen to you."

The girl growled and looked up at him. He saw that it was Jarouse.

"Oh, my God!" He took a step back.

"Yeah, so what?!" Jarouse said, standing up.

Beelzemon saw that she was in a black two-piece bathing suit style outfit that was armor plated. "Uh, I'll be leaving now." he said, taking a few steps backwards away from the glaring Jarouse.

"No, don't leave. Just sit tight and have a beer."

"Are you really gonna let me have one of yer beers?"

"No, they have my name on them."

"Oh."

"You dolt! All the beer doesn't have my name on it! But you still can't have it."

"Ohh…."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! God. You're so gullible."

"No I'm not. It's hard ta tell with you and Hatred. You guys say one thing but you mean the opposite."

"Duh, why do you think we do that? Why do you think Hatred targets you, 'cause yer so gullible?"

"No, she just hates me."

"She doesn't hate you, yet."

"What do mean?" Beelzemon asked, sitting down on the edge of the table.

"As much as she hates many things, but she doesn't hate you, you're just fun to mess with."

"Oh, well that's a relief. Least everybody doesn't hate me."

"Yeah, just don't make her mad anymore."

"Ya got that right."

The two sat and watched the rest of Gore Wars 3, drinking cans of beer and snacking on nachos. Half an hour later, he walked out into the lobby, where Emmie was wrapped in a robe and her hair up in a towel.

"Hi, Beelzebear! Didn't I tell you that a massage would do you good?"

"Uh, yeah." Beelzemon looked down at the beer can still in his hand, then quickly hid it behind his back and smiled up at Emmie.

"Oh, no! I left my clothes back in the room!" Emmie said, slightly horrified.

Beelzemon smacked his forehead. "Silly little thing. I'll go get 'em."

"No wait! He might be Barrotts!"

"What makes you think that?"

"He likes wearing pink a lot."

Beelzemon scowled as he walked past her. "Which way is it?"

"Down the hall, room 20."

"Alright. Be right back."

"I warned you!" Emmie called after him.

Beelzemon rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He reached the room and opened the door.

Inside didn't look anything like Jarouse's except for the table and the candles. There was also a young looking male with bubble gum pink tipped hair, dressed in pale pink pants and a rose pink shirt hurriedly cleaning everything up.

Beelzemon's cheek twitched and he bit his lip to keep from saying anything. He saw Emmie's clothes sitting by the door. There they are. Better get 'em and get the he outta here before the dude sees me. He bent down and started picking them up.

"What are you doing in here?"

Beelzemon stopped and raised his head to see the male looking at him, rather confused. "Uh, I'm just here ta pick up Emmie's clothes. Nothin' else."

The male nodded understandingly. "Oh, Ok."

Beelzemon continued hurriedly picking up Emmie's clothes, ignoring the male's curious gaze. As soon as he finished he left the room at a quick pace and didn't slow down until he reached Emmie, shoving her clothes in her hand.

"Here's yer clothes, Em. Now go get dressed so we can get outta here."

"What did you call me?"

"Uh, Em. Why?"

Emmie cocked her head to one side. "Just wondering." She smiled then turned and walked out of the room.

A few minutes later she came out fully dressed and they left.

Later that day, Beelzemon, Burnmon, and Ben were sitting in the kitchen at the table that faced the door to the hallway. Beelzemon was wearing the outfit Emmie had picked out for him. Bunni had asked them to judge the dress contest they were having before going to the dance.

"So, what are we supposed ta be doin' again?" Burnmon asked.

"You're supposed ta be judging." Bunni replied.

"Oh."

"Idiot. Weren't ya listenin' when she explained that to us?" Beelzemon asked.

"No." Burnmon answered.

Beelzemon smacked his forehead.

"And Gwen thought I didn't listen well!" Ben grinned and chuckled.

Burnmon shot him a venomous glance.

Ben stuck his tongue out at him.

Beelzemon had to hold Burnmon back as he lunged for Ben. "Stop that ya moron!" he snapped, roughly pushing him back in his chair.

Burnmon folded his arms across his chest and slumped down in his chair.

"Alright now, we're starting the contest now.

"There's a contest?" said Ben in a sarcastically surprised tone.

"Shut up!" Burnmon growled.

Bunni picked up the mike and plugged it in. "We are now starting the little fashion show. SO SIT DOWN, SHUT UP, AND ENJOY!! Oh, and no weapons please. Thank you that is all." She silently walked away, leaving horribly shocked faces among the judges.

"Are all women from this planet evil and loud?" Ben asked, recovering from Bunni's little outburst.

"No, Hatred's from Earth."

"I feel sorry for you."

"Yeah." Beelzemon nodded.

Just then, Sweetie walked in, wearing a tan dress with a bonnet and black shoes.
"Hi Uncle Beatle!" she said, waving.

"Aww, ain't yer daughter cute, Beelzemon?" Burnmon said.

"She ain't cute! She's adorable! And she ain't my daughter, neither!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. She just looks so adorable in the pweety dress." Burnmon stuck out his tongue and made a gagging sound.

Beelzemon glared at him. "What? You sayin' she's got bad taste?"

"No, she's got horrible taste! I mean come on, I know black goes with everything, but that just don't look good. She sucks at picking out dresses too."

"You don't like my dwess?" Sweetie asked, sounding hurt.

"Nope."

Sweetie scowled and took a flying leap for Burnmon, landing on his lap. She stomped hard on his leg.

"Owow!"

"That's what youse gets for insultin' my dwess!" She jumped off his lap and walked out of the room.

"You moron!" Beelzemon slapped Burnmon hard upside the head, causing him to shriek.

"OWOWOWO!! Leave me alone!"

"Make fun of my kid will ya!?" Beelzemon muttered angrily under his breath.

Ben turned to him. "But I thought you said that wasn't yer kid?"

"Shut up!"

"Alright now. It's Boi's turn!" Bunni said, poking her head through the doorway.

"Whatever. Send 'er out."

Boi walked in wearing a light pink dress with no sleeves and pink shoes. She had two roses in her hair that circled around her down to her waist. "I'm purty."

"Yeah, whatever."

"I'M PURTY!!" Boi screeched.

"Ok! Ok! Yer purty!" Burnmon said, pulling back.

Boi smiled sweetly, tilted her head to one side, and bobbed a curtsy. "Thank you!" She skipped out of the room.

The three guys were a little afraid of who was next.

"Up next is Kumi."

At the sound of her name, Kumi walked out. She was wearing a red kimono that had orchids on it and revealed her shoulders.

"Sorry, Hatred. But she looks really good!" Burnmon said.

"I actually haveta agree with ya." Beelzemon said.

Kumi walked out of the room, much to the three's disappointment.

"Alright, Jarouse is next."

Beelzemon looked at Burnmon. "Hey, wonder what'll she's gonna wear. Betcha it's gonna be her normal attire."

Burnmon chuckled. "Probably. She's just like Hatred."

As they were talking, Jarouse walked out. She was wearing a navy blue dress that had the end slanted down, showed off her shoulders, one sleeve was a spaghetti strap, and the other sleeve went over her hand. She had high-heeled sandals that were the same color as her dress with a middle strap. Her hair was the exact same color as well and it was shoulder length.

When Burnmon looked up, his jaw dropped. "Oh my God."

"What?" Beelzemon asked, looking up at Jarouse. His eyes widened and he whistled.

Jarouse's eyes narrowed and she folded her arms. "Quit staring. It's not right."

"But you look so…." Burnmon halted, trying to think of the right word.

Jarouse scowled.

Burnmon recoiled in terror, afraid he was going to be hit again. Jarouse stalked out of the room.

"Alright, then. Emmie's next."

Beelzemon rolled his eyes. "Watch this. Em's gonna come out in something either pink or purple."

Burnmon and Ben nodded in agreement.

"Ya got that right."

"Wait, who's Em?"

Beelzemon cuffed Burnmon's ear. "Emmie ya moron."

"Oh."

"Hi Beelzebear!" Emmie said as she walked out.

All the guys' jaws dropped as far as they could go.

Emmie looked drop-dead beautiful in her dark red neck strap dress that reached the floor. Topped by a feathery wrap that was the same shade as her dress. Her hair was the same color as her dress and put up in a bun. She also had dark red earrings and black high-heels, although no one could see them unless she was walking.

Emmie smiled sweetly and clasped her hand in front of her. "You like it?"

None of the three could say anything, far too stunned.

Emmie titled her head to one side, her smile fading slightly. "What's the matter? You don't think I look good?"

Beelzemon was the first to recover. "Uhh, err. You look really…err nice, Em." he stammered.

Emmie's smiled widened. "Thanks Beelzebear!" She walked over and threw her arms around his neck, leaning across the table. She gave him a resounding kiss on the cheek.

He blushed lightly and lowered his gaze. "Yer welcome, Em."

Emmie giggled as she pulled away and walked out of the room.

Burnmon looked at Beelzemon. "She's hot! Lucky fer you, she's yer girlfriend."

"Yeah!" Ben said in agreement.

"Alright, Hatred's up next."

"Oh, great. I don't even want to know what's she's wearing."

No sooner had he said that then Hatred walked out. She had a dress that showed off her shoulders with a peacock feather bottom that had a slit that went up to just below her waist on one side. A dark blue flame designed top connected to the peacock dress bottom. She also had two peacock feather fans and blue high-heeled shoes.

The three judges were once again shocked speechless, but not quite as much.

"What?" Hatred asked with a smirk.

"Now that's what I call sexy!" Burnmon said when he could talk again.

Hatred's smile turned smug. "Thank you, Burnmon."

Burnmon blushed lightly and smiled. Hatred walked out of the room.

"Isn't that all of 'em?" Ben asked, counting on his fingers.

"That should be. Unless Valamon's gonna do it, yeah right."

"Yeah! She wouldn't want to."

"Alright, up next is Valamon, that is, if we can get her out here."

The three judges could hear voices coming from the hall.

"No! I ain't going out there! I didn't even agree to wear this stupid thing!" the first voice was unmistakably Valamon's.

"Yer goin' out there, whether you like it or not!" the second sounded more like Hatred's, but it could've possible been Jarouse's.

"Why should I? Nobody's gonna like what I'm wearing. You guys look really pretty, I don't."

"Oh, quit yer blathering and get out there!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

The judges were looking at each other in confusion.

Suddenly they saw Valamon being pushed out by Emmie, Jarouse, and Hatred, with Valamon fighting the whole way.

"No! I don't want to!"

The three girls finally got Valamon all the way out with a final shove. Valamon did not notice the three guys as she glared hatefully at the girls, straightening her dark red two strap sleeved shirt that ended just above her waist, the straps were on one side while there was none on the other. She also had on a black mini skirt that had slits in it that revealed dark red underneath and black low-heeled sandals with a middle strap that was diamond-studded. And a Black Rose in her hair. The entire outfit showed off her well-toned figure.

Valamon froze when she saw the three males who were staring at her in disbelief. "Oh hell." she muttered.

Burnmon whistled. "Too bad she's my mom. She looks…whoa."

"She ain't mine," Ben chuckled. But she's old enough ta be!"

Valamon's eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a snarl, her hands balling to fists.

Ben ducked just in time as Valamon grabbed the closest thing to her, a cup, and hurled it at him. It smashed on the wall behind him.

Beelzemon chuckled. "That's whatcha get fer makin' fun of Valamon!"

Valamon smiled slightly. "Thank you, Beelzemon."

Beelzemon looked at her in mild surprise. "What did you just say?"

"Uh, thank you?"

"That's what I thought."

Feeling quite uneasy, Valamon was about to leave the room when all the girls walked in.

"Alright, time to leave!"

The three judges stood up and allowed Kumi, Hatred, and Emmie to lead them away.

"Come on, Beelzebear!"

"Move it, doofus."

"Come on, Ben!"

"Wait fer me, Uncle Beatle!"

"Hurry up, Sweetie."

Sweetie ran over to Beelzemon and latched onto his leg as he walked beside Emmie, who had her arms linked around his middle.

Valamon watched the pair with suppressed rage until they were out of the house, then she sighed sadly, walked over to where Beelzemon had been sitting, and dropped down in the chair, letting her head rest on the table. Tears silently slid down her cheeks, and she folded her arms in front of her in an effort to hide her face. He doesn't want me anymore. He likes Emmie more, he'd be better off with her. I'm not even as pretty as she is, definitely not as nice either. All I've done for him is hurt him. I don't even know what made him like me in the first place.

"Honey, what's the matter?" Bunni asked as she sat down beside Valamon.

Valamon voiced her thoughts. "I didn't want to have him 'cause I didn't want hurt again. But it hurts more just watching him with someone else. It's too late now. He likes Emmie more than he likes me. Of course, I'm not surprised. She's pretty and nice. I'm…not. I'm just a temperamental creature that doesn't deserve to have any friends; all I do is hurt them. Beelzemon can just stay here, he's happy. He doesn't need me, no one does." She buried her face in her arms and wept, unable to hold it in any longer.

Bunni patted her back and talked to her comfortingly. "It's alright. I'm quite sure that they do need you. And you can be very nice when you want to be, just like me. I'm temperamental."

"So? That doesn't matter," Valamon stood up. "It doesn't matter anymore." She walked out of the room. She picked up her clothes and went into the nearest bathroom to change.

The School Gym

"Come on Beelzebear!" Emmie begged, tugging on his arm. "Just one dance?"

"NO!" Beelzemon cried, pulling away.

"I'm hungry!" cried Sweetie from the floor with a punch cup on her head.

Beelzemon rolled his eyes. "Not again! Em, ask one the other guys that asked you earlier!" He reached down and took the punch cup from Sweetie.

"Hey! My cup!" Sweetie cried, jumping up in an attempt to grab the cup.

"Pretty please, Beelzebear?"

"No! I don't dance!"

"Pleeeaassseee?"

Beelzemon managed to pull his arm out of Emmie's grasp. He scooped up Sweetie and handed her the cup, then started walking towards the refreshments table.

"Beelzemon!' Emmie called after him. She followed him to the table and continued begging and pleading.

Not far away, Jarouse was being asked by several boys to dance with them. The three boys started fighting one another as they argued.

Ben and Kumi were happily dancing together, oblivious to the loud commotion going on around them.

Hatred and Burnmon were sitting in a couple chairs by the wall. Burnmon was toying with Hatred's hair while she was trying to bat his hand away.

"Quit messin' with my hair, Burnmon."

"Ohh, but it's fun and I'm bored!"

Hatred smacked her forehead. "Remind me again why I like you?"

"Er, 'cause I'm funny!"

Hatred rolled her eyes.

"And I love you!" Burnmon threw his arms around her.

"Yeah, could you say it any louder?" she asked sarcastically.

"I could but I won't." Burnmon said.

"That's good." Hatred grumbled.

"Oh, don't be so grumpy, cheer up!"

Hatred raised her fist and Burnmon cringed, knowing what was going to happen next.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't hit me!"

Hatred lowered her fist. "You better be."

Burnmon hugged her happily. "I am!"

Hatred smiled. "Good boy." She patted his head.

Burnmon rubbed his face in her neck. "Ya know you look gorgeous in yer outfit, doncha?"

"Why thank you."

Back over at the refreshments table Beelzemon caught a glimpse of them. "That's kinda gross. He likes Hatred." He made a face of disgust.
"Uncle Beatle, I can't reach the cookies."

"Here." Beelzemon said, picking up the plate and giving it to her.

Her eyes lit up when she saw all the cookies on the plate. "Yippee! My cookies!"
She sat down and started stuffing the cookies in her mouth.

Emmie slipped her hand in Beelzemon's "Just one dance?" She gave him her best wide-eyed pleading look.

"For the last time, no! I can't dance! Nor do I want ta know."

Emmie lowered her gaze sadly.

Beelzemon heaved an exasperated sigh. "Oh, come on, Em. Don't be sad," He reached down and titled her chin up with one finger. "Cheer up. Go find somebody else ta dance with. I have to stay with Sweetie anyway."

Emmie sighed. "Alright, I'll be back soon." She leaned up and kissed his cheek.

Beelzemon put his arms around her in a gentle hug and kissed her cheek. "Just make sure to have fun, alright?"

Emmie blinked in surprise. "Alright." She smiled and walked away.

Beelzemon watched her for a moment, and then looked down at Sweetie, who was staring wide-eyed at him, cookie halfway in her mouth. "What?"

"You strange. Me thought you didn't like Emmie."

Beelzemon shrugged. "So? Things change. As long as she isn't smothering me, it's alright."

"Whatever." Sweetie started stuffing her face again.

Beelzemon looked around until he spotted Emmie. She was dancing with one of the guys that were fighting over Jarouse. He had a black eye and cut lip. Least she's havin' fun. She looks stunning in that outfit. Who'd a thought she'd have that dress. Usually it's pink or purple, not red. She's actually nice to me, unlike Valamon. I care for Valamon, but she's just too mean. Emmie's nicer even if she overreacts a bit. Oh my God. I'm starting to like that weird giggle box.

Kumi's House

Everyone returned home around nine, rather tired. Sweetie was complaining of a stomachache.

"Uncle Beatle, my stomach hurts."

"You probably ate too-"

"I want more cookies!"

"No, time for bed, not cookies."

"Awww. But me wanna cookie."

"Sorry. I'll get ya a cookie tamarrow."

"Oh, alright."

As he walked past the arcade room, Beelzemon saw Valamon sprawled out on the couch. She was not asleep; however, she was staring at the floor through dull eyes.

Beelzemon thought better of going to see her; instead, he walked to his room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Poor, Valamon. She looked upset."

"Yeah, poor Aunie V-V."

Beelzemon looked down at Sweetie, who was nestled on his lap. "Go to sleep."

"But I don't wanna."

"Go to sleep."

"Oh, alright," Sweetie closed her eyes. "Night Uncle Beatle."

"Night sweetheart."

Just then, Emmie appeared in the doorway.

"Hi Beelzebear." she said, walking in.

"Hey, Em."

"You don't mind if I sleep in here with you do you?"

"Not at all."

Emmie smiled. "Good night." She bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then she walked over to the side of the bed and lay down, immediately dropping off to sleep.

Beelzemon sighed. "This is confusing," he muttered, putting his chin in his hand. Just then, he saw Hatred walking by. "Hey, Hatred. Can ya come here a minute?"

Hatred paused and looked at him. "What do ya want do now?!" she demanded.

"You've been around Valamon fer a bit. I know she doesn't like me much, but she doesn't mind you. Could you go talk to her for me?"

"Why?" Hatred asked with an invisible smirk.

Beelzemon shrugged. "She doesn't want ta listen ta me, just hurt me. She's cruel. But so are you, so maybe she'll listen ta you."

"Oh really? Why would I want to talk to her?" Hatred asked, walking in, arms folded.

"You don't have to. I was just wondering if you would."

"What would you want me to talk to her about?"

"I don't know. Anything'll work."

Neither noticed Sweetie, who had woken up, as she crawled off Beelzemon's lap and over to the doorway. She crawled out into the hallway. Then started heading towards the arcade room. A few minutes later, she arrived outside the door. She peered inside and saw Valamon just as she was before.

Valamon sighed. She didn't notice Sweetie until the baby crawled over and looked up at her.

"Hi Aunie V-V!"

"Go away." Valamon said, not looking at the baby.

"Oh, but why?"

"You don't want to be around me, I'm a cruel creature. Leave me alone, that's all I deserve. To be left alone."

Sweetie's expression changed to sorrow. "You nice, Aunie V-V. Me wuv you."

Valamon's eyes filled with tears. "You're just saying that. Nobody loves me. Nobody wants to even be around me. Beelzemon sure doesn't, for good reason to," She put her hand over her face. "Even I wouldn't want to be around me if I was treated that way. I wasn't meant to have friends. My only purpose is to protect the occupants of the Digital World. That's all I was made for, nothing else." She began to weep silently.

Sweetie dug in her long dress and pulled out a Hershey's Kiss. "Chocolate?" she asked, holding it up to Valamon.

Valamon shook her head. "Leave me alone. Go bother Beelzemon."

"But me no wanna. He's already been bothered for today, now it your turn." Sweetie said with a sweet smile.

Valamon tried as hard as she could to glare at Sweetie through tear-filled eyes. "No, go bother someone else. Why do you want to mess with me anyway?"

"'Cause, um…uh…I'm hungry." She leaned up and kissed Valamon's cheek.

"What does that have to do with me?"

"I dunno but I don't want you to feel like when I ate all those cookies. I don't know why, but my tummy didn't feel happy."

"Gee, I wonder why." Valamon said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"I don't know either. I couldn't have been the cookies. I only ate like twenty."

Valamon's eyes widened in shock. "Holy crap."

"I know. How could twenty make you feel like trowin' up?"

"You're a weird child. Go dump your weirdness on someone else who can stand it, and feed you. Why not go see Guilmon? He's probably in the kitchen stuffing his face right now."

"That's just it, it's best bet all gone."

"Bet not. Why don't you go see and leave me in peace."

"But me no wanna."

"Grr! Leave me the he alone!" Valamon growled, although it sounded slightly muffled.

Sweetie's eyes filled with tears. "Y-you y-yelled at me!" she sobbed.

Valamon sighed. "No, please don't cry. I'm sorry," She buried her face in her hands. "I did it again."

"But why, Aunie V-V?" Sweetie asked.

"What? Yelling at you?"

"No. Why won't you be together wit Uncle Beatle?"

"Because he doesn't want to be with me, or even around me. He doesn't love me, he probably never has. He'd rather be around Emmie than me. But of course. She's nice to him. I just hurt him."

"He came back from a masseuse thingy full a gay peoples. What makes ya think he's happy?!"

"How do you know it was full of gay people? You didn't go with. Besides, you can tell by his behavior that he's happy. And mine."

"What's yours got to do with this? Besides, Hatred's meaner than you are but Burnmon's attracted ta her like a bee to honey. She likes sticking needles in guys' special spots and Jarouse likes lighting them on fire."

Valamon raised an eyebrow. "Ok…."

"Yeah. And Hatred has a voodoo doll thingy of Uncle Beatle. She was using it against him the other day."

"She does, does she? What does this 'voodoo doll' thing do anyway?"

Sweetie shrugged. "Dunno really." she replied, popping a piece of chocolate in her mouth.

"Oh. So…you aren't going to leave are you?"

"Nope!" Sweetie said happily, popping another piece in her mouth.

Valamon sighed and reached down, picking the small girl up, and set her down beside her. "Well, if you aren't going to leave, then I guess we'd better find something to do."

"Can you sing?"

Valamon blushed lightly. "I'm not that good."

"I bet you are. I am. Wanna listen?"

Valamon didn't have time to answer before the small child broke out into an off-key ditty that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She clamped her hands over her ears in an attempt to block out the noise. When that didn't work, she stuffed a piece of chocolate into Sweetie's open mouth, shutting her up immediately.

"Mmmm." Sweetie said as she chewed.

Valamon sighed with relief. "That was definitely-"

"Did you like my singing?"

"Uh, sure. Just don't sing anymore."

"Alright. You sing."

"No."

"Either you sing or I'll sing."

Valamon gave Sweetie a look of disdain. She knew that it was either sing or listen to the child's "singing." She sighed submissively.

"Fine. Just have to have a good song first." Valamon said, trying to think of a way to get out of singing.

"Alright! I find song!" Sweetie said, getting down from the couch. She went over to the stereo where the songs were stored.

Valamon watched the child. Oh great. How am I gonna get out of this?

"I found a good song!" Sweetie said happily, crawling back over to Valamon.

"Do I really have to sing?" Valamon asked.

"Yup! Either that or I do."

Valamon sighed. "Just making sure."

Just then, a song started up.

Valamon began to hum along to it until Sweetie persuaded her to sing along, which she did rather hesitantly. Her voice was low and melodiously haunting, though it was rather sad.

Out in the hallway, Beelzemon and Hatred had decided to drop by and talk to Valamon, but had stopped by the door to listen to her beautiful singing.

"Hey, she's actually good. Although, doesn't her tone sound a bit sad?"

"Yeah." Hatred agreed.

"Wow, I never heard her sing before. She never wanted to."

The song had ended and Valamon was silent, listening as another song came on. Sweetie had fallen asleep, curled up against Valamon in the crook of her arm. Well, at least she's asleep and no one heard me. She sighed. "God, I hate this!"

"Hate what?" Beelzemon asked as he walked into view and leaned against the doorframe.

"What do you want?" Valamon asked with a small sigh.

"N-nuthin'. J-just…uh, wonderin' what you were doin'." Beelzemon stammered, looking away and blushing slightly. He cleared his throat nervously. He squeaked when Hatred pulled his tail hard.

"So, you didn't hear me…did you?" Valamon asked, blushing at the thought.

"Uh…hear what?" Beelzemon asked, trying to fake that he hadn't.

"Never mind. Will you come get yer kid?"

Beelzemon blinked in surprise. "She's in here? I-I mean. Sure." He walked over and picked Sweetie up, cradling her against him.

She gurgled happily in her sleep. Beelzemon smiled down at her and stroked her hair fondly.

Valamon looked away, feeling neglected and sad.

"So, she didn't cause ya any trouble?"

Valamon glanced at him then looked away. "No, not at all. But tell her when I want to be alone, leave me alone. I know you didn't just come in here for Sweetie."

"Oh uh…um…" He glanced over at the doorway, where Hatred was poking her head through the doorway. She smacked her forehead. He looked back at Valamon. "I-I better go put Sweetie ta bed." he said hastily, turning to leave.

Valamon watched him as he walked towards the door, tears swelling in her eyes. "Beelzemon."