Chapter 9 Coraggio

Kemba walked into the inn with Theos, the lobby was made entirely of wood; like a log cabin. There were tables and couches with reading materials, very few digimon were currently here. Theos smiled at the warm and welcoming look of the place. The earth tones pleasing to the eyes though he had to wonder where they got so much wood for this.

"Welcome to Camo Inn." A voice called to Kemba and Theos, suddenly a Chamelemon appeared and this one was full grown. He was easily triple if not quadruple the size of Kim. Either way he was way larger than them. It was behind the counter where they received new guests, "I am the Innkeeper, owner of this fine establishment. How can I help you?" The keep asked.

"Hi I'm Kemba and this here is Theos, we were brought here by your daughter Kim." Kemba explained, he was taken back a bit by the size difference between Kim and the Inn Keep.

"Kim my daughter brought you here? You must have intrigued her for her to reveal herself so willingly," The inn keep eyed Theos a while. "Oh my...I haven't seen a Theowmon in ages. What a rare and special guest." He said tasting the air. Theos ears perked. He knew what he was?

"You...know about Theos?" Kemba questioned.

"Of course, this inn has housed them in the past. I have seen six in my lifetime, this young lad being my seventh and youngest ever. It's no wonder I barely recognized you, you're still a hatchling," The keep said. Theos tail wagged at the thought of others like him. He had seen so few but still there were others.

Kemba smiled and looked at Theos "Wow! What luck!" Kemba turned back around, "Do you know if they're in this kingdom?" Kemba asked.

"It's not impossible, the Kingdom is vast and spans for miles and miles. Though from what I have been told in the past, your species is migratory until you're in your late years. All of the Theowmon moved on after a while from this Inn. Always in search of another Theowmon or love, they have the best stories," The keep stated. Migratory, that explained a lot to Theos really. His eyes shined with an eagerness to hear more. Kemba looked at Theos and smiled. He was following his instincts and they brought them together. Kemba felt very fortunate to have run into him.

"When was the last time you saw one?" Kemba questioned.

"I actually saw two, they stayed in this inn about thirteen years ago...so very recently." He responded. Kemba became excited and looked at Theos.

"You don't think they were your parents!?" Kemba asked. Theos nodded in response. Again, he was chalking this up to amazing luck no matter what Kim had said.

"Oh? Are you their son? They were a very lovely couple, paid more than enough for the one night they stayed. It was quite generous. She did seem to be recovering from some ailment, I would assume it was birth if you are indeed their son," The keep replied. Kemba was so happy for Theos, they had found a clue! Theos sat a bit dumbfounded at how easily they had stumbled upon his parent's trail

"Do you know where it is they went?" Kemba asked.

"Sorry, I wasn't the one who checked them out. It was my wife, Martha. She's out to market right now," the innkeeper responded.

Kemba crossed his arms and looked at Theos, "So what now?" Kemba asked.

"If I may, your parents paid way too much for one night. As an upstanding establishment, I will allow you to spend up to three nights here free of charge. As a show of great appreciation, any room you like." He said. Maybe they had planned for this, had planned for his migration and took it into consideration.

Kemba nervously laughed, "I guess we owe your parents thanks, huh?" Kemba said.

"Papa." A familiar voice said, as Kim reappeared on the counter. "Papa, they are both lovers. They're doing it wrong, right?" Kim said. Theos smiled slightly, clearing his throat as he hid back a laugh.

The keeps one eye moved to view his daughter "Is that so? Well, Kim you shouldn't interject yourselves in other people's affairs." The keep scolded.

"But you said..." Kim began.

"And what I said is true for our species, but others are different. Now scoot," He pushed his daughter along and she disappeared just as quickly as she came. He was quick to shut down her argument. Which Theos was kind of glad. It was a hard thing to explain really.

"So...it's not an issue that Theos and I love one another?" Kemba asked.

The Innkeeper gave out a small laugh, "Oh heavens no! There was one Theowmon when my grandpa owned this establishment that took a male Gazimon as a mate. My grandpa had a problem with it but I understood, until I met my wife, I was actually attracted to this Tyrannomon my age, same gender. He didn't share my feelings so it kind of died out. So, no problem here. Please, take the lover's cabin upstairs. It has all the utilities for a couple. Bath, single bed, television, I don't know if you drink alcohol but the fridge is freshly stocked. If you'd like dinner, you can order it using the phone on the night table. My wife will cook you anything you'd like from our menu, we also keep plenty of plants for Theowmon now since we do get them occasionally." The keep said. Theos had never tasted alcohol, plants however were like candy to him. There had been so few on the mountain.

Kemba bowed, "Thank you so very much Innkeeper." The keep handed the key to Kemba.

"Is there anything you would like to know about your parents young one? I can try to recall my conversation with them." He asked.

Theos had hundreds but only one stuck out in his mind. "What were they like?" Kemba looked to Theos when he asked his question then to the inn keep. The inn keep held his chin as his eyes twitched in different directions as he thought.

"Your mother was quite the lovely Digimon. Beautiful and frail looking, her demeanor was gentle and kind. Her voice was sweet to listen to. She was only the second female I had ever seen of your kind. She outclassed the other. Your father was her polar opposite, he displayed himself upright and was firm. He spoke with a demanding tone. I could tell that he was very strong in a fight. His body was very fit. His horns looked like a crown. His eyes told a story of a deep past. As if he had seen and conquered the many trials of the world. To be honest, he was intimidating. Much like an alpha male. Still, he had a gentle heart. Your mother was his sole concern and when speaking to her, was very gentle and caring. They were both well-groomed and it seemed as if I was graced by a king and queen." Kemba tried to imagine Theos parents as best he could. Theos looked thoughtful as he imagined his parents. Kind of... they looked like him but one with a crown. In the end, he couldn't really picture it.

"They seemed in their later years but I am not familiar with your different forms." Kemba had a clear image of what he thought Theos parents looked like. Essentially, Theos with a bit more muscle and a crown on his head. His mom, a skinnier Theos with long eyelashes.

"Did they say they were here for any reason?" Kemba asked.

"Hmm...well as I said, the female was ailing from something, now of which was likely from laying eggs, the good sir asked she be taken care of. Which Martha did all night, she was a midwife before. She remained in the inn the entire day resting. Later that night, your father left the inn. I was tending the fireplace when I saw him. I peeked out of the window and noticed him heading towards the inner part of the Kingdom. He returned very early in the morning. I don't know where he went." The innkeeper replied. Kemba wondered what Theos dad did that night. Sneaking out in the middle of the night for no reason, what could it have been?

Kemba looked to Theos, "What do you think? Have anything else you want to ask?" Kemba asked.

"What's in the inner kingdom," Maybe he could go there and find out. His body tingled with excitement. After they dropped their bags off in the room he wanted to run straight there and find out.

"The inner kingdom consists of the Noblemen area, and the Palace at its center where our King resides. Which I find odd, no one is allowed into the inner kingdom without invitation. Perhaps your father knew someone in Coraggio? If it's a nobleman, he is very well connected." The keep said.

Kemba thought a moment, "Invitation huh? How would we be invited in?" Kemba questioned.

The keep shrugged, "I've never been in all my years, I'm just a simple innkeeper. Perhaps a nobleman would have to actually invite you in, though getting their attention would be difficult. They never need to leave the inner kingdom." The keep responded. Theos looked to the ground thinking. Maybe they could get in if he said his parents' names.

Kemba sighed, "Just when I thought we were getting somewhere, we hit a dead end."

The keep looked at Kemba, "I'm sorry that that is all the information I can give you. Perhaps you can discover more at a public place, the pub or maybe the bazaar? Though the bazaar will be closed soon. The sun is setting after all...though you hatchlings may be too young to get into the pub."

Kemba looked to Theos. "I say we explore what we can before night. Though ultimately it's your call Theos." Kemba said waiting on Theos decision.

"Let's drop our stuff off in the room and go," Theos said happily. "One last thing. What were their names?" Theos asked. He had to know. A name could mean all the difference between easy and hard.

Kemba looked back at the keep as he recalled their names, "Sir Midas and Madame Belle."

Kemba looked at Theos, "Those are nice names, I can't wait to meet them!" Kemba said.

"Well I wish you two the best of luck in your search, the room is yours for three nights. I must see to Martha, I believe she has returned. Good day, Sir Kemba...Sir Theos," The inn keep in the same fashion as his daughter, vanished into thin air.

"Thank you," Theos called after him.

"You know, I wonder if they ever leave a room without doing that," Kemba thought. He turned to Theos and touched his nose with his own, "We're so lucky. Let's hurry and head to the bazaar before it closes!"

Kemba went up the steps looking for the room number that matched the key he was given. Theos smiled and ran up after him. Once he found it he opened it up, it wasn't as big or homey like Kemba's home back in Bai Hu but it did have everything the two would need. Kemba walked in placing their bag on the bed but keeping the money he brought along, "This room is smaller than I'm used to, but it's still got a comfortable feel to it. This bed is even pretty soft." Kemba said squeezing the mattress.

"All set Theos?" He said waiting for him. Theos nodded eagerly. The two would go downstairs and head out the front of the inn. Kemba stood in the front of the inn as the sky turned a soft pink, looking around and noticed a sign post. Theos looked at the rosy hue on the buildings around them.

Kemba strained his eyes as he tried to make out the letters, "Baaa...Nooo...? Gah! It's no use! I just can't read it!" Kemba exclaimed.

"It says Bazaar is that way." A voice called from atop Kemba's head.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Kim reappeared on top of him, "Kim!? When were you there!?" Kemba said taken by surprise.

"Just a moment ago, I'm coming with you, I want to see the other parts of the kingdom. Besides, if you two can't read then I suppose you need a guide and who better than me?" Kim said looking down over his face. Theos cocked his head at her. It would be useful to have someone who could read along.

"I don't know if that is such a good idea... your dad might be upset with us and he is already showing us a lot of gratitude." Kemba replied.

"You don't have a choice. I am perched in your fur and I am not going anywhere. By the way, your fur is very soft...do you use conditioner?" Kim asked. Kemba blushed a little.

"F-Fine...just don't leave our side." Kemba said.

"I wasn't planning to. Now are we going or what?" Kim asked.

"I suppose so..." Kemba looked to Theos and shrugged.

Theos smiled and started down the road. His gaze resting on everything as he passed them. "I wonder where we should start. There are so many stalls," Theos said looking around. "Let alone how can we tell who is high class and who isn't." Theos was overwhelmed with sights and smells. Kim was looking around at the massive amount of traffic in the area and not everyone was reptilian or dinosaur in nature, there was a mix diversity of all species shopping and selling.

"Well, the nobleman would be either reptilian or dinosaur types, so we can immediately eliminate anyone else," Kim said, they were so tiny compared to most of the other digimon around them and it was hard to really see. Theos nodded as he looked around. The larger ones would probably be the ones to ask. How could they get their attention though? Their heads were so high up he doubted they'd hear them.

"I've never felt smaller in my life then at this very moment." Kemba said. Suddenly, Kemba caught a whiff of something.

"What is that smell?" He said allowed, Kim looked oddly at Kemba. Theos cocked his head. There was plenty of smells so it was hard for him to pick out anything unless he was right on it.

"Smell?" She questioned.

"It smells... like...like... sugar!" Kemba exclaimed and began to run in the direction of the smell. It took a moment for Theos to follow also breaking into a run.

"Hey! Kemba! Stop! Where are you taking us!?" Kim exclaimed gripping Kemba as tight as she could as he forced his way past a group of people to make it to the front where a stand was selling sweets. What had come over him? Theos raced behind him weaving in and out of legs to try and keep up, until he finally stopped.

"Come get your sweets here! Cookies, cake, candy and more! I have it all!" The vendor shouted, drawing in as many people as he could. Kemba mushed his face against the display case, his tongue hanging out as he visibly drooled. Sweets? It smelled good that was for sure. But Theos had no idea what it really was. On the mountain, salty rocks were his candy along with plants.

"I want all of it!" Kemba exclaimed. "Kemba! We don't have time for this!" Kim said. "I have to have some!" Kemba ran over to the vendor, "Give me one...no... two of everything!" Kemba exclaimed, his tail was swaying back and forth and he was purring slightly.

"We should save our money," Theos voiced as he watched Kemba.

Kim looked at Theos, "What has come over him?" She asked and he shook his head unknowing.

The vendor looked at Kemba, "Two of everything? I'm sorry little boy but do you have enough to pay for that?"

Kemba nodded and pulled out his entire bag of savings, "I do! Please! Two of everything!" He shouted. Kim became concerned.

"Is that wise?" Kim asked but Kemba drowned her out.

"No, it isn't," Theos answered. He walked around into Kemba's line of sight; waving his hoof in his face.

"Well I'll be, you DO have enough. Two of everything coming right up!" The vendor began to fill a bag with the many different sweets he had. Kemba watched anxiously hopping left and right.

"Sugar...sugar...sugar," Kemba kept saying, it was as if he were in a trance. "Here you are little boy! Two of everything!" The vendor took Kemba's bag of units and handed him the bag of sweets. Kemba snatched it from the counter and immediately began to eat, "Donuts..." Kemba sat down with the bag as he ate, his feet happily tapping the air.

"Kemba! Earth to Kemba! Aren't we helping Theos?" Kim said. "Cookies...and cake!" Kemba ate one after the other; he purred in between bites. It was like Kemba was transported to a different world. Kim disappeared and reappeared on top Theos's head. Theos sighed since the deed was done. Well at least Kemba was happy.

"Is he okay? I've never seen anyone enjoy snacks as much as he is right now." Kim said. "At this rate, he's really going to eat it all himself. Should we do something? He just spent every unit you have."

"Yeah I think he'll be okay... maybe he shouldn't come to the bazaar again though," Theos said chuckling a bit. "Why don't you stay with him and make sure he makes it back to the inn. I'll continue looking. I have a great sense of direction so don't worry."

"Okay, but we may be here a while..." Kim looked over at Kemba who was saying the name of every sweet he ate.

Theos chuckled and bent into Kemba. "I'll meet you back at the inn. Don't make yourself sick." He nuzzled him and waited for Kim to get off before running off.

"Is this really okay? Kemba, your boyfriend just took off without you." Kim stated, sitting in front of him and watching. "Cream puff..." Kemba responded. Kim sighed and turned invisible.

Theos had to find a way to get up higher. He went down a side street jumping onto a stack of boxes then a small roof overhang then finally the roof. The view was beautiful from so high up. He looked around questioningly. He started hopping roof to roof.

"Excuse me," He said to a large digimon with a long neck. Theos managed to get the attention of a Brachiomon.

"Hmm?" The deep bellowing voice rang out as its single eye encompassed Theos entire body. It blinked as its pupil adjusted the great dinosaurs vision to focus in on the tiny Theos. Theos smiled slightly. He could see himself in the shiny eye. It was amazing. "Who might you be?" He spoke, his eye lid blinking so often providing a slight breeze against Theos when he did. "Did you need something from me hatchling? I am no vendor." He said.

"My name is Theos and I was wondering if you know a Midas and Belle? They are the same species as me," Theos said his tail wagging slightly. Even if he did not know them personally maybe he knew someone who did. Hopefully the names or the species would be familiar to him.

The majestic digimon thought a moment before answering, "Midas and Belle..." He repeated, "I fear I do not. I am very large and it is difficult for me to make conversation with the people below me. I have not seen Theowmon and their like since I was a mere hatchling myself. If it is information you seek, perhaps the young hatchling should try an information vendor here in the bazaar?" He bellowed.

He motioned his head down to a building. Theos gaze followed it to the general area but it was hard to tell exactly where with such a big eye. "Perhaps I can assist you. Jump onto my head and I shall lower you to one such vendor. If she does not know, then no one in this grand kingdom does." He said.

"Thank you," Theos hopped onto his head as he lowered it. He could see everything from up here. He let out a breathless wow, and then the descent. Theos stood upon the massive head as it lowered him to the ground. He hopped off with an oomph.

"Thank you again," Theos said smiling and waving the brachiomon off. He looked to the door of the building then entered. "Hello," he called out.

Meanwhile, Kemba had nearly completed his bag of sweets "Last doughnut... aww..." He frowned as he ate it. He let out a small belch and patted his stomach "That was heavenly." Kemba said leaning his head back.

"Done finally? Can we go back to the inn now?" Kim said reappearing in front of him.

Kemba suddenly realized he was so caught up with his sweets that he had let down Theos, "Oh no!" He exclaimed jumping to his feet, "Theos! Oh, he must be so mad at me! I didn't even realize what I was doing! That sweet aroma...I couldn't resist!" Kemba said.

Kim climbed back to her perch on his head, "Theos is still looking for answers, he said to take you back to the inn when you were finished. So, let's get going."

"No way! There is no chance I'm returning to the inn! Oh no..." Kemba's jaw dropped open, "I-I-I spent... ALL OF OUR MONEY!" He yelled grabbing his head. "I'm such a bad Spadamon!" He began to weep slightly.

Kim sighed, "Yea well... now you have to reap the consequences, don't you? Let's go." Kim insisted.

"Do you think if I beg the vendor he will give me my money back? I can explain everything..." Kemba asked.

"You have a better chance at being struck by lightning on a clear sunny day." Kim said, depressing Kemba even more.

"Oh no... what am I going to do?" Kemba sat down feeling defeated.

Kim sighed, "Remember when I said I wasn't allowed outside of the small town?" Kemba looked at her as she made her way in front of him. "Y-Yea..." Kemba answered, "I never said I didn't come into the kingdom... I may have fibbed a bit. I know a place you can make back your units...but it will be difficult." She warned.

"Really!? You know...for someone so young you sure know and do a lot."

Kim laughed, "Well...Chamelemon mature very fast. In any case, let's go, I'll show you the way." Kim began to walk off. Kemba got up and cleared his face before following after her.

Meanwhile, as Theos stepped inside, there was a single digimon waiting by a desk. The room was entirely circular and had just the desk at its center.

"Hello, Theowmon. What a pleasant surprise." The digimon said, it was cloaked and unrecognizable. She seemed to know Theos though. Theos approached cocking his head and trying to peer under her cloak. "You have questions... about your kind no? Perhaps I have answers, for the right cost..." She pulled out a small crystal ball and placed it on the center of the desk. Of course, there was a catch. Theos had no money now.

"How far are you willing to go for answers? As far as Kemba did with Mamemon perhaps?" She said, her eerie voice and uneasy aura gave a spiritual feel to the place. Theos hair stood on end; how did she know about that? A silent growl started in his throat. "Perhaps you'll spend every unit you own? Maybe give up your beloved grandfather's protective care? Tell me young Theowmon, what will you offer?" She asked clenching the crystal ball.

Meanwhile Kemba and Kim had made their way to a pub. "Hey Kim, I don't think we will be allowed in there..." Kemba said and Kim looked back at him.

"We're not going in there, we're going downstairs." Kim said heading behind the building.

"Downstairs?" Kemba wondered following Kim. They made their way downstairs and came to a steel door with an eye slot. Kim knocked on the door, the eye slot opened and two reptilian eyes peered through.

"Password?" It asked.

"Rosy Red." Kim answered, the slot closed and the door creaked open. Kemba was surprised by it,

"What the heck is this place?" Kemba asked walking in. The sounds of crowds cheering could be heard as they approached another set of steps, the Gaossmon watching as they passed him. They followed the steps down as the cheering got louder and Kemba became more and more reserved. The room opened up to about fifty different digimon and an arena in the middle of them. They were throwing units down and were cheering as two digimon did battle in the middle of the room.

"Welcome to Coraggio's fight club." Kim said to Kemba.

"Fight club...do your parents know about this?" Kemba asked.

"Hey do you want to earn back the money for Theos or not?"

"Yes...I'll do anything for him!" Kim nodded.

"Okay then, I know the ringmaster. He sometimes lets me work as a serving girl, I'll tell him to add you to the roster." Kim said disappearing.

Kemba was worried, "Perhaps I should have gone back to the inn after all..."

Meanwhile, Theos had become cautious, hearing what this individual had to say. "How the hell do you know all that," Theos growled. Cursed Exodus? Ara? His body tingled with anxiety and distrust.

The woman laughed, and removed her cloak. She had the face of Doumon, "I am a creature of magic and spells...even some lost to this world. There is no heart I cannot peer into." She said.

"Fear not Theos, I am not your enemy. Just a humble information vendor." She said resting her hands in front of her. Theos rested a bit but still looked at her warily. "I peer just a little bit to get my costumer interested. I am this kingdom's greatest fortune teller. Sheila the Doumon."

"Though as I said, my information comes at a cost...what that cost is, is entirely up to you. Should it lack luster, I will give to you the information mirroring the quality of payment." Sheila moved her hand and a chair was pushed out, inviting Theos to come sit. Quality of payment? What could Theos offer? Definitely not money or his body.

"So Theos, ask your questions...or don't the choice is yours." She said rubbing her crystal.

While Theos had a decision to make, Kemba was watching some of the fights while he waited, "Geez...this is really brutal." Kemba watched as a Dinohumon beat a Yasyamon into submission. The Yasyamon was bleeding profusely and was barely moving, the people cheered and cheered as the fight came to a close. Dinohumon was victorious with minimal damage, a worker of the fight club went around paying out the units to those who bet for him. Dinohumon in turn was paid out even better for winning his tenth match in a row.

"It's done." Kim spoke reappearing on Kemba's head.

"Gah! I wish you wouldn't do that!" Kemba said grabbing for his heart.

"You've been entered into the junior match-up. I hope you're good at fighting."

Kemba suddenly remembered all of his fights and how he had his friends there to empower him. "I don't have a choice... Theos needs those units back... I have to do my best, while he is doing his!"

Kim nodded, "Well then best psych yourself up. You're on next." Kim said.

"Alright everyone! Next up is the junior matches! Early life, up and comers here to taste unrestricted combat! We have a newcomer to the ring, please welcome Kemba the "Sugar Boy" Spadamon!" The announcer called.

"Sugar boy!?" Kemba said surprised.

"Yea, everyone has a nickname...so I gave you that one Sugar Boy...good luck." Kim disappeared.

"Fantastic..." Kemba walked out into the arena. The crowds were mixed with cheering and booing,

"Sugar Boy...this is a no weapons or armor fight...you'll have to go bare knuckle." The announcer whispered.

"Wh-What!? Seriously!? You want me to fight naked!?" Kemba turned red.

"What's the problem kid? You're already not wearing any pants...lighten up! This is a fight with fists not weapons." Kemba clenched his paws, so much for unrestricted.

"But... No...this is for Theos and me...I can do this." Kemba told himself removing his equipment.

"His opponent is Rick the "Yellow Bomb" Agumon!" The crowd cheered as an Agumon that had quite a few scars stepped into the ring.

"So...you're my opponent? What kind of name is Sugar Boy? Guess it doesn't matter, I love taking out newbies. Get ready, Sugar boy..." Rick teased. Kemba raised his fists as he took a nervous stance and the bell rang for the battle to begin.

Meanwhile, Theos had to contemplate his next move, she could look into his mind and see everything he knows so he couldn't exchange information. But maybe... "You can see what is on my mind, so you know I am traveling with my mate. What if I offered to send you something you wanted from another part of the world? I'm sure we could find something rare enough to catch your interests in our travels," Theos offered. He had no idea what it would be. He however, had no intention of fooling her. He'd keep his word.

Sheila gave it some thought and gave a toothy grin, "Indeed you are traveling on a journey. You are a special digimon and there is but one thing I want from you young one. A vial of your blood. That payment shall earn you a single question, perhaps that is all the question you need? I dabble in the magic arts, and you do not possess the ability to retrieve for me powerful magical artifacts, so I ask for your blood instead." Doumon stood up and made her way around to Theos. His blood? What was so special about it? He frowned but weighed it against finding his parents. It wasn't as bad a price.

"A vial of your blood. Do we have a deal?" She asked.

As Theos considered the payment, Kemba had defeated his opponent in the ring and the cheers of the crowd grew. He cleaned the blood from his mouth and rose off the knee he was on, "This is a lot more difficult than I imagined... that guy was strong." Kemba said.

"We have a winner! Sugar Boy has won his first match! Now we will continue this first to ten with Sugar Boy's second match!" The announcer said.

Kemba was surprised, "Ten consecutive matches? I barely made it through my first..." He said taking long breaths.

Kim appeared next to him, "If you win your remaining nine fights, you'll make back triple what you spent. I know you can do it." Kim said disappearing again.

Kemba sighed, "Easier said than done... but I have to continue!" Kemba pumped himself back up as he waited for his next opponent.

"Please welcome to the ring, Igor the "Dynamite" Goblimon!" The announcer said as the goblimon stood in the ring his fists raised,

"You seem tired Sugar Boy...hope you're ready for a beating!" He said. Kemba raised his fists and prepared for the sound of the bell. This was going to be a long set of fights.

Meanwhile, after little deliberation, Theos was ready to answer "Deal, tell me how I can track my mother and father. Midas and Belle," Rather than asking where they were or why they were here. It was better to have something more permanent. A way to track them somehow. He would offer his leg when she would ask for the blood.

Sheila smiled when Theos agreed, and asked his question. "Midas and Belle are not easy to find. They have been running for the last decade, making sure to leave no trace to follow. To find a clue to your parents, you must gain access to the nobleman and seek an audience with our king. Only then, will you know the truth. There is but one nobleman you need to impress to gain access. He fancies the underworld fight club right here in this very city. Underneath the pub will gain you access with the password Rosy Red. The nobleman is a Master Tyrannomon by the name of Lord Kilgath. His money supports this illegal sport, and will gladly take you as his personal fighter if you can defeat his current champion. DinoHumon." Sheila answered.

So, he had to defeat an adult in the ring... not an easy task to be sure. This was going to take longer than he thought. After she gave Theos the information, she took his leg and pricked it with a needle, taking her payment.

"Yes...this blood will serve me quite well." Theos watched her questioningly, as he licked where she pricked him.

"I can take more of it should you have more than one question."

He did have one, what was she going to do with his blood? It was better not to give more for that however. Maybe another time when he was more sure about her.

"Good day Theos." She said turning around and beginning to walk back to her table.

Theos turned and left with hardly a goodbye, she was strange. He'd ask the innkeeper about the fight ring. He was sure rumors were abound. Hopefully Kemba was back there, sleeping off his sweets. Theos smiled at the thought of him. He had spent all their money but he looked very happy. Theos headed back down the main street. The crowd was beginning to thin. He trotted his way back towards and into the inn.

He looked around at the welcoming interior. He had to smile, Kemba was probably already upstairs. He headed for them to go check on him. He opened the door and looked around at the empty room. Maybe he was resting downstairs then? Theos left the room closing the door behind him and went back downstairs. He looked around again and headed for the front desk. He rang the bell for service.

"Has Kemba come back yet," he asked questioningly. He was a bit worried, but if something had happened he was sure Kim would have reported it to him or her parents.

The inn keep reappeared when the bell sounded, "No Sir Theos, Sir Kemba has not returned, is everything alright?" The innkeeper replied, "Do you need me to call the guards to search for him? Has something happened?" He asked.

"No, it is alright. He caught the smell of a sweet stand and ate a lot. I'm sure he is just dozing it off somewhere," Theos said smiling. "I do have a question though. I met an information broker named Sheila. She told me about a fight club I could use to gain a nobleman named Lord Kilgath's attention who knows my parents. You wouldn't happen to know where this club is would you?"

The inn keep nodded, "I don't recommend going there, Sir Theos...it is not a place for such a upstanding young man... but if you insist on going, the pub in question is about two blocks from the candy shop. I went there once as a young Chamelemon but I did not stay long." The innkeeper replied. "I do hope you find Sir Kemba." And with that, the keep vanished.

"Thank you," Theos said and headed for the door and back out into the streets. He'd go see if Kemba was still at the candy shop before heading to the club.

Theos returned to the bazaar, he stood in front of the candy shop. The smell of sweets still lingered in the air. He looked around but saw no sign of Kemba. He was starting to grow more than a little worried. He doubted anyone around now had seen him earlier though. The shop keeps were pretty much gone and the crowd had thinned with the coming of night.

Theos sighed and started looking for the aforementioned pub. After a little while, he found it. The place sounded pretty quiet behind the pub door, but his ears picked up on the faintest sounds of cheering. He went around the building to a door somewhat hidden in the ground. He knocked.

"Password?" A voice said.

"Rosy Red," Theos said slightly questioning the words. The door clicked a few times then opened. Theos walked in, passing the same Gaossmon and making his way down the second set of stairs and looked around at the boisterous crowd. His gaze finally settling onto the ring as he wiggled himself close enough to see.

As Theos approached the ring he'd see a white body he knew all too well, Kemba was in the ring fighting a Gabumon. Kemba's right eye was a bit swollen and he had cuts on his face and torso. His nose was bleeding slightly as his face absorbed a punch from the Gabumon.

Theos face paled. Why the hell was Kemba here? "SUGAR BOY! SUGAR BOY! SUGAR BOY!" The crowd cheered, and as the Gabumon went to punch Kemba, Kemba grabbed his arm and bent it back and continually punched the Gabumon in the snout until his nose and mouth bust open. The Gabumon fell to a knee and Kemba backed off a bit breathing heavily,

"Grrraaaah!" Kemba clenched his fist and ran at the dazed Gabumon, "Sugar Pound!" Kemba yelled and with a burst of energy; punched the Gabumon in the head, snapping his head back and he fell hard to the ground motionless. Kemba also fell forward, falling on all fours, blood dripping to the ground from his face.

"Sugar Boy has done it again! His ninth victory! Amazing! This newcomer is on a roll!" The announcer shouted.

"Just...one more..." Kemba exclaimed. "One more...and Theos won't be mad at me... anymore!" Kemba forced his wobbling legs to stand as he looked up to the bright lights of the arena trying to catch his breath.

"Kemba," Theos shouted just as the announcer spoke again.

"Now, Sugar Boy has shown himself more than capable of becoming the junior champion! We now welcome to the ring, the undisputed junior champion, Blake "The Champ" Dinoooohuuuuuuuuuumoooooon!" Kemba looked at the announcer.

"What!? How is he the junior champion!? He's an adult level!" Kemba exclaimed.

"Blake started in this ring as a junior and won his way to the title, and then won his way through the regular circuit. He's champion of both." The announcer answered. Theos face once again went pale. There was no way Kemba could defeat an adult without his sword and armor. Let alone the power of his wielder. It took three of them to take down a single adult before.

Blake stepped in and laughed, "That's right, Sugar Boy, I'm the champ of both circuits. I've been fighting here for fourteen years. I'm undefeated." Blake said. "I have to say, you did as well as I did when I started, but you're still no match for me." Blake said walking into the ring and stretching.

"Sorry Champ..." Kemba said raising his fists, Blake looked to him with an arched brow. "There is someone I care about too much to lose here. I need to win the prize money, so I am going to have to dethrone you." Kemba said raising his fists, his tail was sagging behind him. Kemba was exhausted. Theos had to stop this somehow. He looked around frantically, he didn't know what to do. He could jump in and make the match forfeit, or talk to the very man he came to talk to and get him to call it off.

"That is admirable Sugar Boy, but this is a no holds barred fight. You'll have to have more than noble goals to win." Blake said. Resting his hands at his side, the adult digimon towered over Kemba who only came up to a little past his knee. Theos began working his way around towards the announcer. He had to get Kilgath's attention.

"Why don't I honor those goals of yours and make this a money match? What do you all say!?" Blake yelled out, the crowd cheered in response. Blake looked to the large dinosaur digimon sitting on a chair high above the crowd. No doubt, Lord Kilgath. He gave an approved nod.

"There you have it Sugar Boy, if you can last just three minutes in a cage match with me. You'll get a handsome sum of cash, think you can do it?" Blake asked. Kemba looked down at the ground and caught a glimpse of Theos. Theos continued to work his way around. The sounds of the crowd picking up yet again.

"Theos...?" Kemba closed his eyes and opened them giving him a smile and a peace sign. He looked to Blake, "Just three minutes? Easy enough! I accept!" Kemba said.

"There you have it folks! A steel cage money match as our tenth consecutive championship fight! Lower the cage!" The announcer ordered, just then a steel cage fell from the ceiling and enclosed the two combatants inside it. Theos silently cursed as the cage fell from the ceiling on cue. Workers of the fight club locked the cage to the ground. "Fighters ready!? Let the match begin!" The announcer said.

Kim appeared on Theos back, "You have to stop the match! This is a death sentence!" Kim said to Theos, "I had no idea Blake would be the junior circuits champion! This is all my fault!" Kim wept. So this was how Kemba had learned of this place. She already felt bad enough for it however, so he couldn't reprimand her. Not to mention there wasn't enough time.

Just as the bell rang, Blake ran at Kemba like a blur, Kemba unable to react to a hard kick sending him into the cage. He bounced off of it hard and Blake rammed his elbow into Kemba's chest pinning him against the cage.

"You're going to wish you didn't accept my terms, because now I have to break you in three minutes." Blake said with a smirk. Kemba had a single eye open looking at Blake as he gripped Blake's arm trying to push it off his chest so he could breathe.

"Kemba..." Kim said worryingly.

Theos hopped onto the rings edge and into the ring. He was sure he'd gain a lot of attention just by stepping in. "I do believe you said this is a 'no holds barred fight.'" Theos scoffed at the dinohumon. "Unfortunately weapon digimon are not at full strength without their wielder. So you tell me how does it feel to prove you are weaker than you look by beating on a unarmed and unwielded digimon. Why not make it more of a challenge? And invite his wielder into play as well...or are you scared."

Theos knew such mockery couldn't be ignored. Either the match would be called off due to his interference or he'd give Kemba a chance to last in the ring. He didn't doubt either way however that he had gained the attention of Kilgath.

Blake looked at Theos while keeping Kemba pinned. "Who the hell are you? What nerve you have interfering in our fight!" He yelled. Theos winced at his yelling, and the crowd was screaming for Theos to remove himself from the ring.

"The...os..."Kemba gasped trying to find air.

Blake looked at Kemba then back to Theos, "Oh I get it. This is the person you're fighting for." Blake released Kemba who fell down to his knees. The grate of the steel cage leaving an imprint in his back. Blake placed his foot on Kemba's head and forced his face into the ground. "You obviously don't know how the arena works. He asked to join this fight club." Blake said pointing to Kemba. "Sugar boy, joined a ten man survival tournament. He knew the rules of no armaments and accepted it! He fought nine men in a row and defeated them under these conditions for you. He has earned the right to fight the champion, me. A title given to the strongest fighter. Your poor attempt to insult me is palpable and ignorant. Your weapon as you call him, has done fine this far without you. Whatever happens to him in the next three minutes is on you for leaving him to fight alone up to this point. If you want a crack at me, you can work your way up just as he did! For now, sit back and enjoy the result of your friendship!" Blake returned his attention to Kemba and kicked him over on his back. Theos ears went back. He had hoped to get in there with Kemba. Though it seemed the Dinohumon was more into playing by the rules. It showed a level of intelligence he wasn't expecting from one who beat on others for a living. Blake reached down and grabbed Kemba by his throat lifting him high for everyone to see, the crowd erupted in a roar of cheers. Blake slammed Kemba hard to the ground; releasing his grip. Kemba rolled over reaching around to his back in pain. Theos winced with each blow.

"With that, Sugar Boy. Your victory train is derailed." Blake turned around but before the announcer could declare Blake the winner, Kemba struggled to his feet. Blake turned and looked at Kemba, "You still want to fight? I was trying to take it easy on you. Just stay down." Blake said.

Kemba raised his fists again breathing heavy, "I only have to... endure...for three minutes...then...I'll make up...the cash I spent. Theos won't be mad with me." Blake did not like Kemba's spirit and spat on the ground.

"So I really will have to break you then." Blake raised his fists and dashed forward. Kemba couldn't defend, he was to tired and hurt. Ten consecutive fights was too much, he felt like jello. His will was the only thing keeping his body going. Kemba tried to protect his face but Blake's fist got through. Kemba's face disappeared behind the fist. A crack of bone on bone rang out through the room. The fist sent Kemba flying into the cage with force causing it to rattle. He slid down to his bottom, his nose was broken and his white fur was now crimson red. His forehead was cut open and his right eye was swollen shut.

Theos couldn't watch anymore. He hopped back over the wall. Much to the crowds delight he was sure. He sat there head on the wall watching with glossy eyes. Kim was horrified and she closed her eyes, hiding her face in Theos's back. Blake walked up to Kemba and smashed his heel into Kemba's chest, a resounding crack echoed as a rib or two snapped in his cage. He coughed up blood and raised his paws gripping Blake's heel tight, his left eye staring blankly at Blake.

"Is it okay for you to keep going? I'll wind up killing you, you know." Blake said with a glint in his eye. Kemba was still trying, trying to show he could go on. Desperately waiting to hear the bell signaling his victory. Idiot...idiot...idiot... was all that went through Theos mind.

"Tell Kemba to stop. He was trying to win back the units he spent on the candy. I didn't know how brutal this would get or I never would have taken him here. He is so scared you'd be cross with him." Kim stated keeping her eyes away from the ring.

"He should know better...love triumphs all," Theos replied and sighed. He seriously needed to reprimand Kemba for this. Once he was well that is.

"I'm...not...giving up." Kemba struggled to say. "I don't believe this! Sugar Boy only has to endure 30 more seconds and he will be the new Junior champion!" The announcer yelled. Theos cursed his stubbornness. It had been useful in the mines but not now...not here. Not when he was alone without his weapon.

"Then you leave me no choice Sugar Boy." Blake removed his heel and grabbed Kemba's throat and raised him to eye level, dragging his body along the cage wall as he did. Kemba clenched Blake's wrist and Blake cocked back his arm and made a fist. Blake threw his fist into Kemba's face. Kemba's blood splattering all over Blake. One of Kemba's teeth fell to the floor and rolled towards Theos. Kemba did not release his grip. Blake cocked his arm back yet again and let his fist fly. Another heavy impact, and Kemba could be heard coughing and choking. As the cage vibrated from the impact.

"15 seconds!" The announcer yelled. The arena went dead silent as the crowd watched. Drips of blood fell to the ground below unable to be absorbed by Kemba's fur. Kemba's paws were shaking, struggling to continue their grasp of Blake's wrist for the last few precious seconds until victory. Blake cocked his arm back even further and let his fist fly, making the cage bend and contort to Kemba's body. More splatter across Blake's face, neck and upper torso. He pulled his red stained fist from Kemba's face and dropped his arm to the side. Kemba's tiny paws finally gave in and fell to his side. Blake released Kemba and he fell like a doll to the floor and laid there. Blake licked the blood from his lips and turned, raising his fist in victory.

"That's it! It's over! Sugar Boy with just three seconds left has lost! Our winner and still Junior champion, Blake "the Champ" Dinoooooohuuuuuumoooooon!" The announcer shouted and the crowd erupted into a roar of cheers as the cage lifted. The crowd cheered Champ over and over as Blake made his way towards the end of the ring. Theos jumped back in to drag Kemba out. He ran up to him and watched for any sign of life.

Blake looked at Theos and cracked his neck, "I know this isn't what you want to hear, but Sugar Boy has earned my respect. I wish him a swift and speedy recovery. Just take better care of your weapon next time." Blake chuckled slightly as he headed into the crowd. He was right, it was not something Theos wanted to hear. However, he was grateful, Kemba was alive when he could have just as easily snapped his neck and be done with it.

Kemba was laying on his side, staring out into the crowd with his blurred vision. A small pool starting by his head, his entire face was stained red. Not a single white strand of fur to be found. His left eye was just barely open, his small pink nose had seemingly disappeared and he couldn't control the overflow of drool running out of his mouth from the extreme swelling.

"The..os...I...am...so...rry. If...I..was just...a little...stronger...I'd have...won...back the money..." He spoke with a lisp as he struggled to get the words out. He couldn't tell if Theos was by his side but he wanted him to be.

Kim peaked just a bit and started to weep at the sight. She blamed herself for everything and her guilt overcame her. "Theos...I...I am so sorry!" She said.

The announcer walked up on stage, "Hey we still have fighters left, can you clear the stage please? If you need help removing Sugar Boy, I can provide you some." The announcer said. It was apparent that no one there cared about Kemba. His fans had just as easily turned on him when he was beaten. The fight was the only thing these people cared for. The winner was everything and the loser was just entertainment. Lord Kilgath watched and waited for the next match with Blake at his side.

Theos grabbed Kemba by the scruff and started dragging him off. He doubted they would treat him without money. So Theos started dragging him for the door leaving a trail of blood behind. He said nothing however to Kim. She knew her part in this and she was beating herself up. The mines were harder work than him dragging Kemba back to the inn, so Theos did not need their assistance. The only thing Theos requested, was Kemba's equipment be brought back to the inn.