Disclaimer: Once more, unto the breech, dear friends! Oh, wait. I 
don't own Digimon. It's the hour of the feeling, the hour of the 
beat! Up to the Nine! It's Nine Point Nine Five!
A Digimon SI Story.
by Mutsunokami
 "So. Where should I start? I know. It all started when I got a 
job to track down a Digimon out in the Midwest..."
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 I had just found the scumsucker that was robbing banks, some little 
Ultimate, a Tekkamon I think, and was bringing him into the police station. 
So there I am, waiting for an officer to come over and give me my due 
reward, when all of a sudden I hear someone behind me smack somethin'. I 
turn around and see somethin' that makes my vision go sorta red.
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 Behind him in the waiting area Beelzemon saw a small family of 
Digimon, a Stingmon, a Flybeemon and a little pink Digimon that most would 
mistake for an In-Training Digimon. The little one had a red mark on her 
face and tears running down her cheeks. The Flybeemon, obviously the 
mother was berating her for being so weak. The Stingmon just glanced 
around to see if anyone had noticed yet, trying to get the other to calm 
down. Beelzemon stretched out his right hand, then clenched it, popping 
the knuckles in a very audible way.
 "Excuse me, but did I just hear you hit that kid?" The Flybeemon 
just looked up at him with an indignant expression.
 "She needs to be taught a lesson! This little weakling hasn't 
grown up at all! Look at her! She's just a baby when she's supposed 
to go to that Rookie level."
 "Looks like she is okay to me." Beelzemon continue to glares at 
the red insect.
 "I'm a child psychologist, you know. And she's this way because 
she was born depressed."
 "If I had a mother like you, I'd be depressed, too."
 "Hey! If you aren't careful, I'll have you committed. I can 
make sure you will be locked away for a long time." The Stingmon 
started sweating at the look that Beelzemon was giving his wife.
 "Uh, honey? Maybe you should calm down? Please?" *Like, before 
this guy rips you apart.* The Flybeemon huffs up a bit more and tears 
into him verbally. Beelzemon frowns and looks down at the little child.
 "What's your name?"
 The little pink Digimon stares at the floor. "Pi.. Pi..."
 "Pixie?" The little girl looks up at him in surprise, tears 
streaking her face. The Flybeemon switches targets and focuses on the 
girl.
 "What are you doing?! I didn't say you could talk, did I?! Now shut 
up!" The Flybeemon's stinger tail raised up as if to strike and Pixie 
cowered down, trying to protect her head. Beelzemon had had enough. If 
there was one thing he could say he truly hated it would be child abuse. 
Quicker than anyone could react, he pulled out both Berenjena guns and 
aimed them at the red insect's head.
 "You ain't fit to be this kid's mother. Look at her. She's scared 
to death of you. Maybe she's afraid of bees, knuckledragger."
 The Flybeemon started sweating. "I told her not to be afraid of 
bees. I even tried curing her fear by trying to-" The hammers were drawn 
back on the guns. Beelzemon snarled.
 "If you even finish that sentence the way I think you were gonna, 
then you aren't gonna like what I do." He looks down at the kid. "Come 
on, kid. Let's go."
 Pixie looks up at him in surprise. She looks back and forth between 
him and her parents a couple times. Her father, standing behind the 
mother and seeing the girl's indecision, nodded to her. Pixie sniffles 
and nods. An officer comes up with Beelzemon's reward money and looks 
at the scene with some dread. *Oh no. This could get ugly.*
 Beelzemon turns to the officer. "Hey. Where can I go to get this 
kid adopted?" The officer blinks for a moment and points to the desk 
on the other side of the room.
 "Right there. It's a connection to the court house."
 "Thanks. Let's go, Pixie."
 The Flybeemon turns to her husband. "Well?! Aren't you going to 
do anything?!" Stingmon just looks at her.
 "No."
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 The strange pair walk up to the desk, behind which was a small 
version of ShogunGekomon. He looks up from his papers and nearly jumps 
out of his skin at Beelzemon's intense look. "M-May I help you, sir?"
 "Yeah. I wanna get this kid to a good family."
 "Young lady, do you have any family who can take you in?" Pixie just 
stares at the floor and shakes her head no. ShogunGekomon sighs. "Well, 
there is a bit of a problem, then. You see, there aren't any available 
families right now, especially now with all the chaos."
 Pixie looks up at Beelzemon with a sad look. Beelzemon just looks 
back at her, then turns back to the official. "Look, I just rescued her 
from an abusive family. Ain't there anything you can do?"
 "*Ahem* Well, maybe if there were someone here right now that can 
take her in?" Beelzemon looks around, noticing that the place is suddenly 
quiet and sees that everyone is gone. Pixie just stares up at him, with 
the saddest puppy-eyed expression. Beelzemon starts to sweat.
 "Uh... I guess... I can take her in. At least until I find her a 
good family. 'Kay?" GLOMP! Pixie latches onto his arm with such strength 
that blood circulation gets cut off. She smiles at him.
 "Puipo!" Beelzemon sweatdrops.
 "Well! Now that that is taken care of... Your name?"
 "Beelzemon."
 "Occupation and Level?"
 "Bounty hunter. Mega."
 "And the child to be adopted?" Beelzemon looks back at Pixie.
 "P... Pixie." Pixie stares at the floor again after whispering the 
name that Beelzemon gave her earlier. The official just smiles at her.
 "And the child's type and level?" At this, Beelzemon speaks up.
 "MarineAngemon. Mega level." Pixie looks up at him, very surprised.
 "Mega level? She look like an In-Training!"
 "I know. They're all this small."
 "Sheesh. Well, since you are a Mega as well, you'll be more able to 
take care of her." He finalized the paperwork and had both sign the 
adoption papers. Beelzemon gently placed Pixie on his shoulder and 
grinned at her.
 "Come on, kid. Let's get some ice cream."
 "Pui!"
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 Beelzemon sat there with his eyes closed. Gennai and Piximon had 
listened to the story without interrupting, and Piximon looked like he 
would love to get his hands on that Flybeemon. Gennai clears his throat 
after a moment. "Well... That explains a few things."
 "Oooh. If I ever get my hands on that poor excuse for a Digimon, 
I'll--!" Piximon swings his spear around as if hitting a target that 
truly deserved it.
 "Calm down, friend. Obviously the matter is taken care of. I doubt 
that Beelzemon or Pixie will want old wounds to be reopened."
 "No worries, old man. Just don't talk about it around Pixie. She 
sorta understands, but it hurts, ya know?" The other two nodded. They 
moved on to other things, talking about past adventures, the Digidestined, 
and many other things. Soon the afternoon passed into evening and evening 
into night. Pixie was asleep on a large pillow, with Beelzemon laying on 
a futon a few feet away. He glances over at the sleeping girl one more 
time before falling asleep himself.
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 Early the next morning...
 Beelzemon lay on the futon, sound asleep. Nearby, Pixie quietly 
snores 'pu'-ing sounds. The digital clock on the stand by the wall reads 
6:59. A few seconds later it hits 7 AM sharp.
 "Beebe!Beebe!Beebe!Bee-" BLAM!!
 Pixie jumps in fright and the door to the room slams open, revealing 
Gennai and Piximon rushing in and ready for almost anything. Almost anything, 
except for the sight of a sheepish looking Mega being chastised by his adopted 
daughter for once again sending an alarm clock to its final rest. Pixie continues 
to sleepily glare at her papa while Gennai rubs his hand over his face and Piximon 
tries not to laugh.
 "Sorry, Gennai, about the redecoration and the alarm clock." He blushes 
a light purple. "Force of habit."
 Gennai just rolls his eyes. "Please refrain from doing any other... 
redecorating. I don't think the house can take much."
 "As it is, Pixie and I have to get moving. The trail might get cold."
 "Alright, I suppose. Let me get you two some donuts to take with you."
 Fifteen minutes and several goodbyes later, Beelzemon and Pixie are 
once again cruising on the Black Sheep. Beelzemon turns to Pixie. "That 
felt like an angst scene from a bad fic I once read. Heh... If the story 
holds true, then I get a nice fight scene here soon."
 Just then, a huge skeletal foot nearly crushes the speeding motorcycle. 
Beelzemon brakes and spins the cycle around to face the summoned fight. 
(AN: Couldn't resist! I love good set-up lines!) Rising above the trees 
are three SkullGreymon, with a grinning Puppetmon riding the shoulder of the 
lead 'Mon.
 "What do you think of my friends? They're gonna bury you, you big meanie!"
 Beelzemon gives Pixie a meaningful glance. She nods and carries the 
bike into the woods with a heart-shaped bubble. Beelzemon (who I now think 
needs a nickname or something) just grins and pulls out his guns and takes 
aim.
 "Bring it on, Woodshop!"
 "Charge!!" The three SkullGreymon rush forward. Beelzemon runs at them 
and pulls the triggers of his Berenjena guns. Time slows down for a split 
second as the two bullets head for the lead monster.
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Author's Note: *yawns* Okay, here is part three for the few people who 
read this story. Find out what happens next time on... A Digimon SI Story!