AUTHOR'S NOTE: **looks at title** That doesn't sound right...er, anyway, I'm on Christmas break now, YAAAY! I should be able to start writing daily stories again for a while, though I'm not sure if I should. I kind of prefer a once-a-week story. I can seem to cram more into it. Well, anyway, hope you like this chapter! And I won't tell you about Grey yet, so nyah-nyah! =P
I woke up in a black room. I was lying on a small, thin mattress. My back and neck were stiff from sleeping on the mattress, and I had a horrible headache.
"Good morning." Mom said. She sounded very weary, like she hadn't slept. She probably hadn't, I thought worriedly.
"Where are we?" I asked her.
"A government jail, near Hypnos." she answered softly.
"You're that hybrid girl," said Jenrya. Devi nodded, still clutching Culumon to her chest.
"I escaped." she said sharply, and looked Jenrya in the eye.
"They want your son, don't they?" she asked. Jenrya nodded.
"From what we can tell." he said, then suddenly a thought occurred to him. "Why?"
Devi frowned. "Yamaki is trying to reprogram all the hybrids..." she whispered.
"Reprogram?" Jenrya asked, bewildered. This did not sound like a good thing...
"I'm not sure exactly what they're going to do." Devi confessed, looking very worried.
"But I need your help!" she begged. Jenrya regarded her for a second, then smiled at her.
"Of course we'll help you."
It had been about thirty minutes later, and everyone was gathered at Jenrya's house.
Hirokazu slammed his fist down on the kitchen table, shouting a few colorful words. He looked at Devi.
"You think Hypnos wants them why?" he asked incredulously. Devi sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, looking rather stressed out.
"I've already told you." she muttered tersely. "Digimon...digimon weren't created just to help further science. They were originally to be weapons for war."
"I think that maybe they want to use the hybrids instead." Devi stated.
"So that's why they want Kiiroishi and Renamon!" shouted Takato. "So they can be some sort of super weapon!" he cried out indignantly.
"Well, that does make sense." Ruki admitted. "Make these powerful monsters, but just tell the public it's a kind of game, then secretly use them to win your wars." Ruki gave an irritated sigh. "Disgusting, but brilliant." she said with obvious irony in her voice. She gave Jenrya a sideways look, and frowned. He still hadn't said anything, and this worried her. Over the years, she'd started to see Jenrya as a brother and to see him like this deeply disturbed her. She knew that if it had been Takato and Reiko that had been captured, she would be very distressed.
Ruki suddenly blinked. Of course it was the same situation with him. She'd almost forgotten that for a moment. She wasn't blind, unlike her goggle head.
It was becoming a common thing now. I mean, these days I had a million questions in my head about things that kept happening to me. It was also becoming common that I had no control over these things.
But this had to be the worse.
Mom just sat there, looking out through the bars. She seemed as anxious and worried as I did. She also seemed very...lonely. The thought struck me by surprise. I'd never really thought of Mom as lonely before. Then a million more confusing thoughts flooded my mind. I sighed in irritation as I glared out through the bars of our cell.
"Restless?" Mom asked me softly. I looked at her in surprise.
"Sort of." I muttered. "But more confused and angry." I admitted.
Mom smiled at me, and placed a paw on my shoulder. I couldn't help what happened next. I know it's not manly or whatever, but I cried. Cried because of what had happened and was happening to me, to my family, and to my friends, my species. Cried because I was scared. Because I was angry. Because I was confused. Even because I was hungry.
Mom just let me cry. She didn't try to stop me or anything; she just sat there held me, letting me cry. I guess she understood that it was something I had to do. Something everyone has to do sometime, right?
It was over in a few moments. Then I asked a new question that had occurred to me.
"Do digimon cry?" I asked my mother. She seemed startled by the question, but answered anyway.
"Of course we cry, Kiiroishi." she told me. I frowned.
"But I've never seen you cry." I said in a hushed voice.
"That's true. You haven't." Mom stated.
"Have you ever cried?" I asked her.
She didn't answer.
Jenrya listened as Devi explained what she believed Hypnos was planning. To be honest, however, he wasn't really paying attention. At least not fully. He was aware of what she was saying, but it didn't sink in. He just felt numb and miserable. Once again, he thought bitterly; those he cared most about had slipped through his fingers. Over and over, like some cruel joke. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder, but he didn't respond.
Kiiroishi had been through so much, Jenrya reflected. Why did it have to be like that? Life really was a female dog.
Jenrya felt his face twist into a sardonic little grin, then saw everyone staring at him.
"What?" he asked.
Hirokazu and Ruki both rolled their eyes and gave him patronizing stares. Takato just gave his friend a Look, and Shuchion shook her head at her brother's idiocy. Devi just glanced at him.
"Dude, we just asked you what you think we should do. You've been totally spaced out." Hirokazu said.
"Oh..." Jenrya said distractedly. "I'll go with whatever Ruki said." he muttered, and got up from the table.
"It's about dinner time, isn't it? I'll go clean up the plates." he said quickly, and walked hurriedly into the kitchen.
He didn't notice Ruki and Shuchion following him like hunting dogs.
Shuchion and Ruki stepped softly into the kitchen without making a noise.
For a few moments, they watched her Jenrya as he washed the dishes. He sighed as he placed yet another in the dish rack. Mentally, both women sighed as well.
"Who do you think your fooling?" Ruki asked.
The plate smashed into pieces as it hit the floor. However, Jenrya made no move to clean it up or anything of the sort. Ruki wasn't sure if he even noticed that he had dropped it.
Jenrya stood silent for a few moments.
"I don't know what this about." Jenrya said, picking up another plate and starting to wash it.
Shuchion took a long, calming sigh. "Brother, we know." she said softly.
Shuchion's face went beet red as she stared at the floor. "I think it's all right. If you really do love her, then...it's all right." she muttered, then walked quickly out of the room. Ruki glanced after her, then turned to face Jenrya.
"Well, I suppose your little sister said it for me." she mused. "But as long as you don't boss my digimon around, I'm fine with it." she said lightly, then put a finger to her lips as she thought aloud.
"Do you think we should head back to the living room before Shuchion looses control of those two idiots?" she asked jovially. Jenrya didn't answer, so Ruki started to leave.
"Okay then. You go back to plates, just be careful not to step on that one." she cautioned, brandishing a finger at Jenrya.
Yamaki looked at the boy. He was actually a very handsome young man, ignoring his tattered blue wings and immense metal arms and claws.
"How do you like the upgrade?" asked Yamaki.
The boy grinned mischievously. "I like it a lot, Dad." he said in a mocking tone.
"Well, be sure you do use it well, Grey. I can terminate you if I please." Yamaki warned.
Grey nodded in understanding.
"Now go get your sister Devi, and your little brother. Tell them it's time to die."
I woke up in a black room. I was lying on a small, thin mattress. My back and neck were stiff from sleeping on the mattress, and I had a horrible headache.
"Good morning." Mom said. She sounded very weary, like she hadn't slept. She probably hadn't, I thought worriedly.
"Where are we?" I asked her.
"A government jail, near Hypnos." she answered softly.
"You're that hybrid girl," said Jenrya. Devi nodded, still clutching Culumon to her chest.
"I escaped." she said sharply, and looked Jenrya in the eye.
"They want your son, don't they?" she asked. Jenrya nodded.
"From what we can tell." he said, then suddenly a thought occurred to him. "Why?"
Devi frowned. "Yamaki is trying to reprogram all the hybrids..." she whispered.
"Reprogram?" Jenrya asked, bewildered. This did not sound like a good thing...
"I'm not sure exactly what they're going to do." Devi confessed, looking very worried.
"But I need your help!" she begged. Jenrya regarded her for a second, then smiled at her.
"Of course we'll help you."
It had been about thirty minutes later, and everyone was gathered at Jenrya's house.
Hirokazu slammed his fist down on the kitchen table, shouting a few colorful words. He looked at Devi.
"You think Hypnos wants them why?" he asked incredulously. Devi sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, looking rather stressed out.
"I've already told you." she muttered tersely. "Digimon...digimon weren't created just to help further science. They were originally to be weapons for war."
"I think that maybe they want to use the hybrids instead." Devi stated.
"So that's why they want Kiiroishi and Renamon!" shouted Takato. "So they can be some sort of super weapon!" he cried out indignantly.
"Well, that does make sense." Ruki admitted. "Make these powerful monsters, but just tell the public it's a kind of game, then secretly use them to win your wars." Ruki gave an irritated sigh. "Disgusting, but brilliant." she said with obvious irony in her voice. She gave Jenrya a sideways look, and frowned. He still hadn't said anything, and this worried her. Over the years, she'd started to see Jenrya as a brother and to see him like this deeply disturbed her. She knew that if it had been Takato and Reiko that had been captured, she would be very distressed.
Ruki suddenly blinked. Of course it was the same situation with him. She'd almost forgotten that for a moment. She wasn't blind, unlike her goggle head.
It was becoming a common thing now. I mean, these days I had a million questions in my head about things that kept happening to me. It was also becoming common that I had no control over these things.
But this had to be the worse.
Mom just sat there, looking out through the bars. She seemed as anxious and worried as I did. She also seemed very...lonely. The thought struck me by surprise. I'd never really thought of Mom as lonely before. Then a million more confusing thoughts flooded my mind. I sighed in irritation as I glared out through the bars of our cell.
"Restless?" Mom asked me softly. I looked at her in surprise.
"Sort of." I muttered. "But more confused and angry." I admitted.
Mom smiled at me, and placed a paw on my shoulder. I couldn't help what happened next. I know it's not manly or whatever, but I cried. Cried because of what had happened and was happening to me, to my family, and to my friends, my species. Cried because I was scared. Because I was angry. Because I was confused. Even because I was hungry.
Mom just let me cry. She didn't try to stop me or anything; she just sat there held me, letting me cry. I guess she understood that it was something I had to do. Something everyone has to do sometime, right?
It was over in a few moments. Then I asked a new question that had occurred to me.
"Do digimon cry?" I asked my mother. She seemed startled by the question, but answered anyway.
"Of course we cry, Kiiroishi." she told me. I frowned.
"But I've never seen you cry." I said in a hushed voice.
"That's true. You haven't." Mom stated.
"Have you ever cried?" I asked her.
She didn't answer.
Jenrya listened as Devi explained what she believed Hypnos was planning. To be honest, however, he wasn't really paying attention. At least not fully. He was aware of what she was saying, but it didn't sink in. He just felt numb and miserable. Once again, he thought bitterly; those he cared most about had slipped through his fingers. Over and over, like some cruel joke. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder, but he didn't respond.
Kiiroishi had been through so much, Jenrya reflected. Why did it have to be like that? Life really was a female dog.
Jenrya felt his face twist into a sardonic little grin, then saw everyone staring at him.
"What?" he asked.
Hirokazu and Ruki both rolled their eyes and gave him patronizing stares. Takato just gave his friend a Look, and Shuchion shook her head at her brother's idiocy. Devi just glanced at him.
"Dude, we just asked you what you think we should do. You've been totally spaced out." Hirokazu said.
"Oh..." Jenrya said distractedly. "I'll go with whatever Ruki said." he muttered, and got up from the table.
"It's about dinner time, isn't it? I'll go clean up the plates." he said quickly, and walked hurriedly into the kitchen.
He didn't notice Ruki and Shuchion following him like hunting dogs.
Shuchion and Ruki stepped softly into the kitchen without making a noise.
For a few moments, they watched her Jenrya as he washed the dishes. He sighed as he placed yet another in the dish rack. Mentally, both women sighed as well.
"Who do you think your fooling?" Ruki asked.
The plate smashed into pieces as it hit the floor. However, Jenrya made no move to clean it up or anything of the sort. Ruki wasn't sure if he even noticed that he had dropped it.
Jenrya stood silent for a few moments.
"I don't know what this about." Jenrya said, picking up another plate and starting to wash it.
Shuchion took a long, calming sigh. "Brother, we know." she said softly.
Shuchion's face went beet red as she stared at the floor. "I think it's all right. If you really do love her, then...it's all right." she muttered, then walked quickly out of the room. Ruki glanced after her, then turned to face Jenrya.
"Well, I suppose your little sister said it for me." she mused. "But as long as you don't boss my digimon around, I'm fine with it." she said lightly, then put a finger to her lips as she thought aloud.
"Do you think we should head back to the living room before Shuchion looses control of those two idiots?" she asked jovially. Jenrya didn't answer, so Ruki started to leave.
"Okay then. You go back to plates, just be careful not to step on that one." she cautioned, brandishing a finger at Jenrya.
Yamaki looked at the boy. He was actually a very handsome young man, ignoring his tattered blue wings and immense metal arms and claws.
"How do you like the upgrade?" asked Yamaki.
The boy grinned mischievously. "I like it a lot, Dad." he said in a mocking tone.
"Well, be sure you do use it well, Grey. I can terminate you if I please." Yamaki warned.
Grey nodded in understanding.
"Now go get your sister Devi, and your little brother. Tell them it's time to die."