Reiko gave me a questioning glance. No time for questions, I was going to fight...needed to fight...
Without any hesitation whatsoever, I ran out to the front of the house. Whatever it was...was waiting for me there.
Yamaki chuckled to himself and shook his head. The hybrid really was a bit too eager, wasn't he? He would have to try to calm him down a little once he managed to capture him. Not much of course, since he really did need that fighting...passion. Digimon really were interesting creatures, for all that they were mere digital trash.
But, he corrected himself; this boy was not a digimon. At the very least, not fully. Then, he found himself smiling. This should at least provide an interesting show...
Renamon sat pensively. That had scared the Hypnos employee out of the way, but why was everything getting so hot? Something was very wrong here. Renamon suddenly stiffened as it came to her. A digimon after Kiiroishi! Not if she could help it.
I just ran blindly. I guess if you could compare this feeling to anything, it'd be kind of like whenever you're playing basketball or some sport, and you see the perfect chance to get a point for your team. The last point of the game, the one that'll let your team win. You just sort of focus only on that.
It's like that, except a lot more powerful. I have to admit it did surprise me. I'd never felt like this before. I just went running blindly to the source of my enemy. Then I located the source. It was a Digimon of some kind. He looked a bit like a man, but he was covered in flames with a mouth that seemed stitched together. That man Yamaki was standing next to him.
I stopped when I saw him. Then that feeling just...disappeared. Evaporated. It was utterly gone, replaced with a feeling of deep disgust. I was just going to sally forth, regardless of the consequences.
I was such an idiot...
Suddenly, my mother appeared in front of me, shielding me. She and Yamaki exchanged a tense, long glare. My mother's gaze then slowly went up to the fire-man digimon standing next to Yamaki.
"Call him off." my mother demanded coldly.
Yamaki chuckled. "I wasn't going to hurt the boy, Renamon," he said gently. He then continued speaking. "Besides, what are you going to do? You try and attack Meramon, I'll just send him after your little boy."
My mother glared at Yamaki. He laughed. "Don't be stupid." he warned.
Suddenly, I saw a glint of something in Yamaki's pocket. What...?
My father came walking up with Ruki, Takato, Terriermon and Guilmon.
"Yamaki,let him go." my father said with a tone of anger I had never heard in his voice before.
He glanced towards the assembled Digimon and they all assembled battle stance.
"Hah." Yamaki muttered under his breath, then drew the thing out his pocket and hurled it towards me.