Chapter 7's here! So what actually happened between the kids? well, it's kinda explained in here! Y'all know who owns each character, so you use it without permission, you'll have to face the dark hearted patamon.... and pb... hope you catch what we cooked up for ya *winks*
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Just one side note, this starts as a flashback/dream sequence. Hence the ~'s.

~Hitting the back of his head to the floor with a thud, Damian had managed to bite through his lip as he fell, the blood trickling from the tiny puncture holes from his fangs. "I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this petite." He growled, enraged that the bishoujo was turning down his advances. Women just didn't say no to him... why should the only one he wanted be the first to reject him?
Still lying sprawled on the floor, his first instinct was to grab hold of her mind, bending her will to be his own.... he'd done it before, and hell.... she was a bishoujo... it would be no different than the jogress digivolutions he used to do when he battled.
As quickly as the thought entered his mind, it was pushed back. Sure, he was a lot stronger than before, and most likely could take control of her mind, but it was wrong. It wouldn't be that Hotura willingly gave herself to him..... he would be taking her against her will. He couldn't do that to her.
"I'm so sorry petite..." He whispered, wiping the blood from his mouth as he slowly made his way to his feet. "I'm a little intoxicated right now."
"Liar." She spat as she walked toward the door, hoping to get out of the small apartment before he decided to try anything else. She had heard of his recent exploits, but refused to believe they were true. Unfortunately, now she knew that they were.
"Petite," He whispered, the pain of his actions coming to haunt him already was audible in his trembling voice, "please, stay. It's raining out there, and AC's just too far away, especially if you'll be flying in the rain."
Grunting, she turned to glare at the blond, the anger from the years of his arrogance and how he'd hurt her each time he would try to push her a little farther than she wanted to go flashing in her now obsidian eyes. "You just need to quit viewing me as a game D...... Is THAT all I am to you? Tell me D.... if Kaylin hadn't ever shown any interest in me, would you have even tried any of the shit you've ever pulled?"
"Tura.... no...." He stuttered, watching his friend walk out of the apartment, leaving him alone, all the while mumbling something about never wanting to see him again. ~
The blond sat up, trying to regain what had just happened. He was sweating, he could feel that, but he wasn't in his apartment.... he never took his old trophies and plaques from his trainer days with him when he left the gym. This was his old room at HV, his mother had left it exactly as he did on the day he left.
Wrapping himself tighter in the navy comforter, Damian wondered what had come over him all those years ago. Why couldn't he control himself? That night haunted his dreams since it happened, the sting never being numbed. Even in a dream, it hurt as much as it had when it happened.
"Damian!?" He winced, hearing his mother knocking on his door. "Miyako is not going to make you breakfast if you're not down there in five minutes!"
"Tell her just to put a bowl of chex out for me." He mumbled, burying his head deeper in to his pillow. He was going to need more than five minutes to regain composure before going out in the midst of the bishonen, not to mention the guests. This was going to be a long day..... especially if Hotura regretted her actions from the previous night.

***

The smell of the room was sweet with roses, almost to the point of being sickening. Hotura didn't want to open her eyes, for fear of not knowing what had fully happened last night, and where the hell she was. This wasn't some cheap hotel, and it definitely wasn't her room at AC. She would have to had been drugged for anything to have happened... she was sure of that.
Damian. The bastard had taken her somewhere. What he had done to her, she didn't know, but she wasn't going to be too happy if she found him lying next to her.
No.... nothing could have happened.... she was still wearing exactly what she had gone out in the previous night.... still.... something just didn't feel right. She would have to open her eyes soon enough, and if anything was out of the ordinary....
Pink. The room was pink. Blue would have corrected her, calling it mauve or something like that, but she was in HV, that much was clear. Blue said that everyone liked this mauve, pink, whatever, but it was nauseating. The roses, the pinkness, everything was enough to make her scream.
But she didn't. What had happened last night? She had been at a bar, almost ended up in a fight, then Damian showed up-
Hotura's violet eyes grew wide as she realized what had happened. She asked him about kissing, and sure enough, he kissed her. Growling as she threw the soft blanket from her, how could she have let him see her so vulnerable?
They did have a mission- search and destroy Genesis. The reasons for each of their hatred of the company were different, but that didn't matter. Genesis was pure evil. Besides, once she was done with helping destroy Genesis, she could be out of his life forever.
Then again, why didn't Damian try to do more than kiss her? She was drunk enough to have gone along with pretty much anything, yet he just placed her in this room, leaving her alone. Had he finally grown up?
Sighing as she opened the door to the second floor hallway, she silently walked toward the dining hall, where she was sure that Ele and Mew were, to let them know what she and Damian were planning on doing. He would search, she would destroy. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to see anyone as she walked down the steps. Unfortunately, she heard singing above her.... and she knew that voice all too well. Practically running down the steps now, wanting to get to the first floor before he spotted her, but she did want to know what he was so damn happy about.
"I'm a slave for you
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you
I won't deny it, I'm not - Oh hey petite." Damian smiled as he looked over the railing. "You sleep all right?"
"Hai..." Was she trembling? No. The alcohol must not be totally out of her system. She wouldn't be afraid of Damian. "Thank you.... for bringing me here."
"Hey, no problem" He called, skipping steps as he caught up to her. "Couldn't just let you pass out there in the bar."
Smiling, she punched his arm as they walked down the stairs side by side. "So the slut's singing slut music.... when did you start liking Britney?"
Damian shrugged, brushing a few stray hairs out of his eyes. "She's my hero." Laughing as he lit a cigarette, he lightly pushed Hotura in the direction of the kitchen. "Just kidding petite.... but they made me dress up like her for Halloween once.... you should have seen it.... and yes, there are pictures."
Stiffening as she felt his hand against her shoulder, Hotura would have laughed at the idea of seeing Damian dressed as Britney, if he wouldn't have touched her. Those hands. Those terrible cold hands were going to be her downfall.
"D...." Realizing his mistake, Damian let his arm fall back to his side, "So do you know where that place is?"
Tapping his head, Damian turned the corner in to the dining area. "It's in here petite. I'll try to track Kim or Christine's minds and find a way to get there without teleportation."
Sure enough, Blue and Ele had finished breakfast already, and Miyako was clearing the table.
"Have an interesting night?" Blue smirked, eyeing the two skeptically.
"She was in the room Rose and Lilly designed." Damian immediately shot back, grabbing the milk from Miyako's hands and pouring it over his cereal. "You want anything petite?"
Hotura just took a seat next to Elspeth, grunting as she sat down next to the gym leader.
"Suit yourself then." He stated, in-between mouthfuls of his breakfast. After taking a few more spoonfuls, Damian set the utensil down in his bowl. He gazed between the people, his mother was ever skeptical, Ele was just gazing in his general direction, and Hotura.... she was looking at the table. "We're going to stop Genesis."
"Is he serious?" Ele gasped, turning towards the bishoujo, hoping to get some answer from her.
"Hai." Hotura sighed, pulling her hair out of her face, then standing up, watching the leaders and Damian. "But I need to go home now. Ele, are we done now? I really want to go."
"Sure tura.... sure." Sighing as she stood up, Ele couldn't believe that Hotura would want to go back to that place, even if she did plan on destroying it. "You are too much like your father, you know that?"