Impmons aftermath of the return to home
Rain pumbled down as a strange creature walked down the sidewalk, cold and alone.
Impmon, the lost soul, the digimon with no life, but that's what he thought.
Impmon hated himself, his old taimers anoid him, they used as if he were a tug-o-war rope, pulling him back and forth.
Iea, Mako. Impmon felt as though they only wanted him so they could live above the other. Impmon didn't like that. Now that the taimers had brought him back, he thought they just brought him back to suffer even more. But one question kept whirling around his head. The downpore of rain seemed to be drilling the question into his head like a nail being hammered into wood.
Why did Rika and renamon risk THEIR chances of getting home, for me?, this repeated itself over and over, till impmon felt like he was going crazy!
"impmon?" a female voice, that voice that always seemed to come him down, Christina's voice.
Impmon looked up from the wet pavement,"yeah? What do you want?"
"I was wondering if you liked to stay over at my place to warm up? It seems like you need to warm up"
"I don't need to warm up!"he said rudly,"Im fine, just fine." This last bit he was quiet.
Christina sighed,"atleast take this," and with that, Christina took off theblanket that Yumaki's wife had given her to keep warm and handed it to impmon.
Impmon looked up at her,"are you sure?" then impmon snapped out of his disbaleif and through the blaket back,"I don't need your crummy blanket!"
"take it anyway, I have an umbrella." And with that Christina through it back, and started to run the oposet way, to make sure he didn't try throwing it back.
Impmon got the blanket of his head, and looked around, Christina had gone. Impmon looked down at the blanket, then wrapped it around himself, it was quite warm, Impmon then turned and walked into the park that was just next to him.
Rain pumbled down as a strange creature walked down the sidewalk, cold and alone.
Impmon, the lost soul, the digimon with no life, but that's what he thought.
Impmon hated himself, his old taimers anoid him, they used as if he were a tug-o-war rope, pulling him back and forth.
Iea, Mako. Impmon felt as though they only wanted him so they could live above the other. Impmon didn't like that. Now that the taimers had brought him back, he thought they just brought him back to suffer even more. But one question kept whirling around his head. The downpore of rain seemed to be drilling the question into his head like a nail being hammered into wood.
Why did Rika and renamon risk THEIR chances of getting home, for me?, this repeated itself over and over, till impmon felt like he was going crazy!
"impmon?" a female voice, that voice that always seemed to come him down, Christina's voice.
Impmon looked up from the wet pavement,"yeah? What do you want?"
"I was wondering if you liked to stay over at my place to warm up? It seems like you need to warm up"
"I don't need to warm up!"he said rudly,"Im fine, just fine." This last bit he was quiet.
Christina sighed,"atleast take this," and with that, Christina took off theblanket that Yumaki's wife had given her to keep warm and handed it to impmon.
Impmon looked up at her,"are you sure?" then impmon snapped out of his disbaleif and through the blaket back,"I don't need your crummy blanket!"
"take it anyway, I have an umbrella." And with that Christina through it back, and started to run the oposet way, to make sure he didn't try throwing it back.
Impmon got the blanket of his head, and looked around, Christina had gone. Impmon looked down at the blanket, then wrapped it around himself, it was quite warm, Impmon then turned and walked into the park that was just next to him.