This is what Perraulmon is going through right now

This is what Perraulmon is going through right now. A bit short, but it's all I got at the moment.

Chapter 29: Comin' Atcha, Jay's Lost Brother!

Perraulmon woke up in a daze. All around her was quiet. She hadn't seen hide nor hair of anyone else. Food was slid under her door when they figured she was hungry. In fact, it was there now.

She jumped down and looked at the surprisingly good-smelling food. It appeared to be a mixture of eggs, bacon, and sausage.

Though, at the thought of food, Perraulmon's stomach churned and she felt as if she was going to throw up. She jumped back onto the bed, or whatever it was. It was either a bed or an operating table, she couldn't tell anymore. Whatever it was, it was comfortable.

Shrike hadn't been in to see her in days, and without her brother, all Perraulmon could do is look out the window and sigh with loneliness.

Outside, it was normal. The grass was green, and the kids who lived there, unaware of what was really going on, were playing with their digimon.

She hadn't notice the door open.

"Greetings, little kitty." The man said. He wore a white lab coat and glasses that were surprisingly loose on him. One side of his face was hideously scarred.

"I am sorry, I do not wish to grace your happy greeting with my acceptance." She meowed bitterly.

"Now, now, CabalLeonamon, what's with that tone?" the man responded sweetly. "I only want you to be comfortable."

Perraulmon flinched. The name he used was her Royal Knight name. Her purple fur stood on end and she whirled on the man.

"Kurata, you have no reason to call me that! I am nothing but Perraulmon to you! My name as a Royal Knight is something that you should know only when I am about to kick your ass, which I daresay, I promise to you, I will do! You have no right to address me as such!" she snapped, baring her teeth.

Kurata flinched. "Well, a bit feisty this morning, are we? Need any mood pills, Perraulmon?"

Perraulmon hissed angrily, unsheathing her claws. "I swear, if I was my Mega form…I would annihilate you in the name of all those you've hurt!"

"I have hurt no one. I have made no mistakes this time." Kurata laughed.

With pure frustration, Perraulmon dug her claws into the mattress on the bed/table thing. "You think you're a God that makes no mistakes? As Rai would say…" she continued on using many colorful Spanish words that Rai obviously would use.

"Well, you're really shooting for this being an M-rated story, aren't you?" Kurata laughed.

Perraulmon realized that this guy was just going to keep laughing off what she said. So, she decided to take a softer tone. "Kurata, you've already gotten what you want. Why don't you let these children go? Their parents are worried sick, I must imagine, why not just get them home? Why keep so many innocents?"

Kurata smiled. "Well, what if it fails? I'll need these childeren's abilities to make it right again."

Perraulmon's heart stopped. "You sick bastard!" she spat. "Forget being nice, I'm sick of it! You're the reason Brother is the way he is now! Why must you ruin everything?!" tears were starting to form when she spoke of her brother's pain.

"Your brother is in pain because he listened to Yggdrasil and got himself into trouble." Kurata laughed happily, enjoying her pain.

Perrualmon flicked her ears as she heard silent footsteps. Obviously, Kurata couldn't hear them over his laughing. She sniffed the air and scented someone unfamiliar…someone new, but it smelled a bit like Jayden…

Suddenly, something hit Kurata over the head. It appeared to be a sack full of rocks. With a dull thud, Kurata fell on the ground, blood oozing out of the wound on the back of his head.

"God, I'm glad he finally shut his trap! He was soooo annoying, am I right, or am I right, man?" the assailant came into view. He appeared to be around eighteen-nineteen, with no shirt and dark tan-red skin. He wore cameo pants, and the kind of gloves that someone who worked in a furnace would wear. His hair was long and shaggy, a bit like Chad's from Bleach, only a dark ginger color, not to be confused with his odd skin tone. He had several tattoos, though there was a large one on his back.

Beside him was a small lion that had a flaming tail. A Coronamon…

"Who in hell?" Perraulmon whispered.

The boy smiled. "Comin' atcha! Trinity Bishario, and Ringo, at your service. Hey, you seen my sister anywhere?"

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"Jay, you alright?" Dominic wondered. Jay had been unusually quiet lately, both her and GG.

They were resting in a small clearing, with Haseo and Dorugamon out cold from what had happened with Data. Relena and Mikemon were tending to them, and Haneshiro and Cali were doing their best to cheer Nerromon up, which was a contest to which there was no winner.

"I'm fine, Dominic." She murmured. "Just…a lot's been on my mind lately…"

"Oh…"

"Did I ever tell you that I had a brother?" Jay said suddenly, she needed to get it off of her chest.

"Yeah, but he died, didn't he?" Ghost wondered.

"No…he was born before me, before my parents got divorced. He was a wild card. He did anything and everything. But, when our parents got divorced, I never heard from him again. He was good with his hands, with metalworking, and fire. But…he was a surfer too. The last I heard from him, he had rescued a digimon that appeared in the waves." Jay explained. "Called him Ringo because he loved apples."

"Wow…that's different…" Dominic whispered. "Never expected that. What was his name?"

Jay didn't respond, she just held her head in her hands. GG responded instead.

"His name was Trinity. Though, Miss had taken to calling him 'Troy'."

"Hey, I remember hearing about him. The News said he died in a metalworking accident." Relena murmured when she overheard the conversation. "He fell into the furnace."

Jay laughed. "Hah! Troy, fall? He always stuck like glue…to his surfboard, to anything! I actually remember what his surfboard looked like. It had the Crest of Courage on it surrounded by fire…like the tattoo on his back."

"That's what they said…" Mikemon meowed. "He couldn't survive that."

"My brother isn't dead!" Jay yelled. "He isn't! He can't be, or else he wouldn't have sent me this!" She pulled a small something out of her pocket. It appeared to be a small keychain with a flaming apple on it. "He gave it to me a while ago, after all the media about the 'accident'. He's fine."

"We're sorry." Relena apologized. "But, why is it bothering you now?"

"I don't know!" Jay said quietly. "I guess…something around here reminds me of him…I don't know what, but something does."

Haseo stirred and opened his eyes. "The bond between a brother and sister is strong, stronger than most. Jay, he's around here somewhere…and you know it." He said weakly.

Hah! When I originally created Jay and Troy, they were twins, and Troy was the older one, though, not as mature as Jay was. He's actually important, but not as important as you think. They're not twins in this, obviously.