I had plans to have Gatomon's perspective come in at the end, but it's getting late and I kinda procrastinated writing this part. So that can be its own separate entry.

DemiDevimon didn't do much on days he had nothing to do. He would've liked to have gone out on more reconnaissance missions, however, it was done in pairs, and usually by those of similar ranking. He couldn't stand just about everyone in the castle, seeing them all as competition for the master's approval (when they weren't being imbeciles), but he particularly had it out for Gatomon ever since she had first arrived. And unfortunately for him, they were typically paired up together on missions, if only because at least they got things done on equal measures.

So when Myotismon fetched for him, he was both ecstatic and afraid of what was going to befall him. On his way to the study, he did start thinking something was up as the dark lord was usually in his coffin by this time, or at least was deep underground in another chamber. There had to have been some important matters to discuss, it was the only other explanation for why he was still awake.

Timidly entering the room, DemiDevimon hugged the floor as he announced himself, "You wished to see me, Lord Myotismon?"

Candlelight was the only light source, and a long shadow moving across made his hair stand on end. Sovereigns, he could never get used to that. "I needed a confirmation," Myotismon explained, his tone oddly calm. "I'd ask Gatomon herself, but she's in the middle of training."

"Oh, are you talking about that again?" the Rookie blurted out, catching himself too late. It was one of the few moments where he regretted ever having a big mouth.

The cold gaze peered over at him. "It depends on if we're on the same page as to what 'that' is."

DemiDevimon grinned nervously. "Eh heh, well, you've always hated it whenever she would send out a recruit to some nasty territory as punishment without your permission."

He could just see the vampire's eyes narrow. "That wasn't what I had on my mind at all, but now you have my interest."

It felt like he had dodged a Grisly Wing at that moment. "What was the other one, sir?"

"Never mind that, did she do it again?" Myotismon snapped.

"Yes'sir, the Bakemon took him into the forest this morning."

The swish of the cape nearly extinguished the candles. "Hmph. Well then, send her here."

The bat's wings twitched. "Right now?"

"In a heartbeat."

"You don't have a heart, sir," he playfully joked, hoping he would catch it.

"Do you want to take her place?"

Quickly backpedaling, he swiftly saluted. "Right away, Lord Myotismon!" A smirk flashed on his face the moment he exited, biting back a gleeful chuckle. He decided to fly out a window as a shortcut (but had to circle around realizing he went the wrong way), and flapped as hard and fast as he could.

He was nearly out of breath when he reached the course. Gatomon saw him coming over, but paid him no heed to holler at Woodmon when he tripped. "If you're going to be a klutz and fall over, then don't make a sound!"

It was a stealth course today. A little crudely put together, but considering she usually set them up herself and with little resources, it was to be expected. If her irritated expression was spot-on, things weren't going so well.

But he wasn't there to observe, amusing as it might've been. "Hey, Fleabag, Lord Myotismon's calling for ya!" he called out, daring to inch over.

"Tell him I'm busy!" she barked, not bothering to look at him. "I'll see him when I'm done."

It figured she'd try to get out of it. "He knows that, that's why he wants you immediately!"

The feline shot a glare at him. "What did you tell him this time?"

He put a wing under his chin in mock thought. "Let's just say I never tell a lie to the master!"

She seethed as a small string of "ooh"s sounded from the passing Vegiemon and Sukamon. She raised a balled fist to pound him out of the air when the blunt end of Phantomon's scythe smacked it down.

"I got this under control," he said, a gleam in his eye. "Can't keep the master waiting."

Leering between the two, Gatomon huffed and stormed for the castle, her tail whipping wildly behind her. DemiDevimon cackled under his breath, feeling like rubbing his ratty wings together. "She's gonna get it."

The specter only hummed in disinterest before turning his weapon on the slowing Digimon. "Did I say to stop?"