AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm writing double to make up for the chpaters I meant to post earilier. I should be back to my good old "chapter a day" shecdule, though, since I no longer have soccer practice. (Our team never won a game) I also decided to change the rating, since this story lost it's G rating at some point down the road.

Also, since I never mentioned it, this story began a little bit before the Devas, and I can't find any real way to incorporate them (or Juri and Kenta, for that matter) into the story, so if you've been wondering where they are, they aren't, unless I can find some way to put them in between now and the ending. Any ideas? Well, enjoy. You'll be finally getting some answers!

Renamon sat and watched Kiiroishi as her slept. He had gone to bed some four hours ago, and now lay in his bed dreaming peacefully. He looked like a smiling angel. Then he moaned in his sleep, and began shaking his head furiously. Startled, Renamon just watched the boy.

"No..." he said in a hushed voice.
"No, I don't want to know! Let them be, Yamaki!" the boy shouted in rage. He now was thrashing around angrily. Then he fell out of bed, suddenly waking up.
"Mom?" Kiiroishi said, looking up at Renamon, who had moved by now. Renamon looked at him with worry on her face.
"What was that dream about?" she asked her son.
The boy's expression turned to one of sorrow. He sighed and turned away from his mother.
"Grey...and Devi now, too." he whispered, resting his chin on his knees. "Ever since they both died, I've been in their memories whenever I sleep. Yamaki came to me after the last time. He told me that if I wanted them to have peace, I would agree to work at Hypnos for him. Something about a lady name Reika..." the boy choked back a sob.

"So Yamaki's been replaying their memories?" Kiiroishi nodded. Renamon hugged him.
"This is enough." the hybrid announced.
"I'm going to Hypnos to get some real answers, not just questions...even if I have to die to get them." he stated grimly.
Renamon nodded. "It's your choice. I think we all deserve answers."

Renamon lay with Kiiroishi the rest of the night.

Reiko and I got out of Dad's car, about a block away from Hypnos HQ. We were splitting up into different groups so that we could infiltrate and spy on the place. Reiko and I were one group, Hirokazu and Shuchion another, then Mom and Dad, who would meet up with Takato, Ruki, Guilmon, and Terriermon if any trouble arose.
I walked with Reiko to the place, neither one of us saying anything. The images of Devi and Grey's deaths were flashing through my head. Before I knew it, we were there. Reiko looked at me, ready for me to decide.

"Let's go."

We trudged out way through some brightly-lit halls, thanks to the melting remains of the cameras I'd been sure to destroy before Reiko and I set a foot in the hall. We walked in silence, making sure no one would hear us. As far as I could tell, we were alone, though. But we'd found nothing.

Then, at the end of the hall, we saw it. A large, open room with adorned with glass bubbles, all filled with unconscious hybrids. We ran in.
I shot down all the cameras I could see in the room. Reiko shook her head and I shrugged.
"Well, do we need for them to see us? Planning to star on TV?" I joked. Reiko tried to punch me.
"No, you dork." she muttered as she looked around the room. "This is so creepy." she whispered.
She wasn't exaggerating. All these hybrids trapped inside of here was not the most comforting thing.
Reiko's hand slipped on one of those nametag things, the kind you see in an office. She picked it up.
"Yamaki Mitsuo." Reiko read. "Hybrid creator and engineer."
"So this is Yamaki's office..." I muttered to myself. Reiko wandered over to a computer in the middle of the room.
"Mon boy!" she gasped. I ran over to the computer. "What is it?" I asked her. She pointed at the screen.

"Kiiroishi Lee." I read, looking at it, my school picture next to all the information. "Renamon type, number one. Currently in custody of Jenrya Lee, the biological father. Has been in existence thirteen years." Then I read the last part of the small biography.

"Bred for the Four Gods Project."