013. Yellow
Yellow was the color of joy and happiness. It shone unbelievably bright, like the sun.
MetalSeadramon had never understood that analogy until he had met Mugendramon. Then again, he'd never been truly happy until he'd met Mugendramon, either. Oh, he'd thought he'd been happy, but until he saw Mugendramon lying there on that beach he had been wrong.
Now everything was yellow. Bright, happy. Mugendramon had become his sun, shining light onto his life. It may have sounded corny, but it was true. Until then he'd been swimming through the darkest ocean, his life murky and unclear. But Mugendramon had changed that.
Yellow was also an easy color to mess up. Because it was so light, so bright, it could easily be covered by darkness. MetalSeadramon also understood that analogy now. So many things could ruin his relationship with Mugendramon; if Piemon ever found out about it...if one of them fell while fighting the Chosen Children...
But MetalSeadramon chose not to think about that sort of thing. He and Mugendramon were in love, and they were feared by Digimon world over. Everything was good for now. He knew it wouldn't last; that yellow would become corrupted, that sun would be covered.
But he didn't want to think about it.
He just wanted to focus on the yellow, not the black.