I was allowed to leave the hospital wing and go out on my own now. Yamaki had managed to find me an oversized black sweater and baggy black jeans. It wasn't much, but it did go nicely with my hair, tails, and ears.
I passed a mirror and stopped. It was a full-length kind. Staring back me was a boy with very pale skin, gray eyes flecked with orange and light purple hair. Protruding out from my head were ears covered in soft, short, fur the same color. I also had tails. Nine of them. Each one was the same color as the ears, and tipped with orange the same color flecked about in my eyes.
Somehow, it seemed odd. Wrong. Like this wasn't how I was supposed to look. I shook off the feeling and continued my wandering around the room Yamaki had lent me for the night. I was supposed to move in with him tomorrow.
Yamaki really was like a dad to me. He had told me my origins. Apparently, I was some sort of mix between a Digimon and a Human. This human, I assumed, had to be some sort of pervert. I mean, mating with a digimon? That's just something you aren't supposed to do! Which had been the meaning behind my nickname. Sinful Hybrid, get it?
Oh well. Digimon were just stupid digital trash, anyway. Humans weren't much better either, of course. Forget 'em all. I was the best of all. It did bug me, though, that I couldn't remember my parents. Yamaki had obviously rescued me from them, and I probably didn't want to remember, but yet...I was troubled by it.
"Remember Kiiroishi, we'll always love you. It doesn't matter what you are."
Again, that voice. It belonged to some woman, and had been plaguing me, along with other memories, ever since I had woken up. Why couldn't I remember? Why?
I gave an impatient sigh as I realized something.
"If you loved me, I wouldn't even have to worry about that." I said softly.
But no one heard me. I was alone.
Jenrya paused pensively as he reached the street. Why were the others following him? Renamon he could understand why, and perhaps even Terriermon...but why did Takato, Ruki, and Guilmon feel obliged to get Kiiroishi back?
To help him, of course. But did he really need the help? Yes, he probably would. Yet...he still didn't like the idea of what might happen to them. He would be the one responsible if something went wrong, since it was his idea to even do this. If something happened...
"Lee?" asked Takato.
He turned back to his face his long-time friend. "What?" he asked calmly.
"Is something wrong? You take a wrong turn or something?" Takato asked him.
Jenrya shook his head. "No," he said and looked down at the sidewalk. "Nothing like that. It's just..." he took a deep breath before continuing.
"If you guys do want to turn back, that's fine. You really don't have to do this." he said.
Ruki gave an exasperated sigh and walked up to him. "Lee, you jerk! 'You don't have to.' Seriously." she shook her head.
Jenrya just looked at her with a confused expression on his face. "But you don't..." he said simply.
"What makes you so certain?" Renamon asked him.
Jenrya bit his lip and didn't answer. Renamon walked up to him until they were practically nose-to-nose. Jenrya stepped back a bit, feeling uncomfortable.
"Listen to me." said Renamon softly. "We are all afraid. We've never fought humans before, and they probably want us gotten rid of. But," and this time Renamon grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him to look her in the face, "I'm not going to abandon him." she said, still her regular voice, but there was an undercurrent of determination in it.
Jenrya snapped back to his senses. Was he really about to give up just because he was scared? That was his son in there! No way. Never. He would get him back, even if he had to blow up the whole Hypnos building to do it. Then again, considering there were Digimon involved, that might happen anyway, but regardless of that, he would not abandon him.
Jenrya nodded, and Renamon released him. He grinned to himself, and then turned to his friends.
"We'll be there in a few minutes." he told them. He could've sworn he saw Renamon smile.
I heard a knocking at my door.
"Kiiroishi, I need you to do something for me." he said. I turned towards him, interested. There wasn't really anything to do here. I was getting bored quickly.
"There's some intruders that should be here in a few moments." he told me. "I'd like you to get rid of them for me." he finished.
Get rid of? As in fight? Sure, I could do that. Certainly beat reading stupid comics about some guy with his underwear over his pants.
"No problem, Mister Yamaki."