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Savior
He felt bad, the real him, but didn't return to visit her that night. Nor did he visit her the next day. He had thrown himself into his work, locking himself in his computer room and ignoring any interruptions. That way he could ignore the foreign feelings of guilt and pity he felt.
Now he stood in front of the door to her room. He grimaced. He held a tray in his hands. It had been at least forty-eight hours since she had eaten last and that couldn't be good for her already weaken body.
'Doesn't matter,' the predominate little voice snapped at him.
'Shut up,' he replied.
With a sigh he pushed the door open and slipped inside. She was lying down in the bed, back to the door. He walked over and set the tray down. "You awake?" He asked in a stern, but light tone.
"You said you would control your temper." She didn't bother to turn around.
"That was before you could talk," he retorted. She didn't reply. "I brought you something to eat. Get up."
"I don't want it," she snapped indignantly.
"Don't give me any lip," he chided harshly. He grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around. He pulled her into a sitting position.
She swung at him blindly. "Let me go! Don't touch me again!"
His grip on her arm tightened and she winced in pain. "I will do as I please! And as long as you are a guest in my house you will do as I say!" He was in her face, nose just inches from touching hers. He knew she couldn't see him, but her other sense worked and she knew where he was and he watched as she retracted from him.
"Guest my ass," she screamed back.
"I have not kept you against your will. At any point in time you can leave and I will take you home if I need too." She closed her eyes, something she started doing out of habit, and looked away. "Do you want me to take you home?" He asked after a minute of silence. "Because I will. I don't need this gruff from a gimpy little blind girl."
"No," she murmured.
"What?" He asked surprised.
"No, I said!" She repeated louder.
"Oh," was all he could force. 'Why not?' He asked himself. 'Why did she want to stay? We have done nothing, but fight.' "So are you ready to eat yet?"
"Fine," she sighed. "What is it?"
"Just some rice. I figured after so many days without eating you should have something solid." It was an indirect apology. "Do you think your stomach can handle it?"
She nodded. It didn't matter what it was. She was starving and would have eaten anything he gave her, not that she wanted to have it come up again later. But rice wasn't what she had been expecting either. More like gruel after the "fight" they had.
He took her hands and placed the warm bowl in it. He placed a spoon in the other. "There you go. When your done just put it to the side or, if you can find it the bedside table. I'll be back to pick it up later." He headed for the door.
"Uh." He stopped and looked back. "Stay?"
"Why?"
"I could use the company." With a shrug he pulled up the chair he used when he had sat by her after he had pulled her in from the cold. She began to gobble down the rice.
"Can you see yet? Is it getting better?" He asked, trying to fill the silence so he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and he realized he had forgotten a napkin. "Its better, it's getting better. I can see light and some shape. But everything's blurry and it hurts my head to keep my eyes open too long." She finished off the rice.
"Can you feel your legs yet?"
"No," she whispered sadly.
"Here I'll take the bowl."
"Is it all gone?" She asked, confused.
"Yeah, you want more?" She shook her head and he took the bowl from her hands. He pulled a bottle off the tray and gave it to her. "Its just a bottle of water. Take a drink." She obliged and took a long drink.
He watched her silently from his chair. She kept her head down and he wandered if she had forgotten he was there. Her shoulders began to tremble lightly. He got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?" She didn't reply. He lifted her chin. Her eyes were closed, but there were wet track marks running from her eyes down her chin. "What's wrong?" She shook her head and cried into her hands. His discomfort grew. "Stop crying. Whatever your crying about isn't going to get any better from you blubbering." Her shoulders heaved harder and she flung herself against him.
He sat frozen, arms away from her, in shock. She continued to cry on him despite his ridged posture and demands to stop crying. Then he felt the other presence shy away from the controlling part of his mind and he felt his body full under his own control. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, rocking her back and forth. She melted into his warm embrace and her quiet weeping turned into loud choking sobs.
They sat like that for a long time. He held her in silence until her loud sobs turned into quiet whimpers then light forced breathing. She hadn't moved her head from his shoulder at all.
'This feels so good,' he thought loving every second of it. The presence sat like a ghost in his mind and sent disgust through him. 'But it does,' he replied. To have her body pressed up against his own, leaning against him for support. His hand snaked its way through her hair then stroked it lightly.
'Your pathetic,' the presence sneered.
She pulled away. "I'm sorry. I lost control."
"Wanna talk about it?" His hand itched to touch her hair again. Her mouth opened and then closed again. She shook her head.
Silence filled the air. His hand itched again and he looked down to find his fingers laced with hers. He pulled away, with much reluctance; she didn't seem to notice. "How long have I been here?" Her voice was high and it cracked with emotion.
"Three, close to four weeks. Although you've only been awake at most two weeks."
"My brother's probably freaking."
"What about your parents?" He asked curiously.
"I'm sure they're worried, but my brother's super over-protective of me. He flips every time I get a scrape." She giggled. "Do you think you could send him a message saying that I'm okay?"
He grimaced. The leader of the DigiDestined? Contact him? That had to be the stupidest thing he could do as the enemy.
"I sense some hesitation. Please?" She pleaded.
"Okay. I'll email him, what's his address?"
A small grin spread across her face. "SoccerStud-SuperTai@yahoo.com," she laughed. He laughed too. "Just tell him I'm okay, okay?"
"Okay, I'll go do it now." He got up and walked towards the door. He glanced back briefly. She was staring up at the ceiling, eyes glistening.
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He sat at his computer, staring off into space. He wasn't working on anything; he had just come in, sat down and just…sat. He didn't even have anything open, just a black blank screen sitting in front of him.
Lately he had a lot on his mind. He would start thinking about the usual destruction that clouded his mind. Then he would start thinking about how the DigiDestined kept getting stronger and bolder. Soon they might even have the audacity search the icy part of the Digital World. Then that topic would disappear from his mind as if the DigiDestined finding him was no big deal and everything in his mind would go to her. He would that about the way her hair felt running through his fingers. And the way she was always warm despite that cold she had experienced that still came back to haunt her through fevers and late night chills. And the way his hand itched to touch her.
Truth was, he wanted to do anything to make her happy right now, no matter the disgust that caused inside of his mind. His heart, for the first time in a long while, was in control, as much as the presence would allow.
'Your heart is a weakness. It makes you vulnerable, it makes you hurt,' the voice sneered at him. 'It makes you stupid. It makes you hesitate.'
"You've got mail!" An automated voice announced to him as the image of a letter appeared on the blank screen. His brow creased. No one had this address. He hit a button on his mid air keyboard and waited for the thing to open. If it was another stupid ad-
He stopped when his eyes saw the address. SoccerStud-SuperTai@yahoo.com. He scrolled down. How'd that fool get this address? 'You idiot!' the voice chided. 'You were so busy swooning over "that girl" you forgot to block your email address.'
The letter finished loading. It read:
/Dear Ken, This is Yamato Ishida.\
The holder of friendship?
/I'm writing for Tai because I don't think you want a letter of insults, threats, and cussing. So what do you want for Kari? Your letter wasn't exactly a ransom note, so we're in the dark, Kaiser.\
Ransom note? What do I want?
/Here's the deal, your note wasn't exactly the most convincing piece of evidence that Kari is safe. We want to see her; we want hard evidence that she is positively okay before we cut any deals. You better treat her right! Because if you don't you won't just have ten very angry DigiDestined to deal with, you'll have half the Digital World on your ass. And then not even your slaves could protect you. Sincerely Yamato Ishida and Taichi Yagami.\
Ken sat back in his chair. They thought he was ransoming her off. He chuckled, this was even better the he thought. Now how to convince them she was okay, without them seeing she's blind and crimpled.
He got up from his chair and began to pace. Would it be right to use her like that?
'It doesn't matter,' the presence snapped. 'She could be quite a bargaining chip if I need it.'
He looked up and saw he was standing in front of a door. Interesting, he hadn't meant to go to her room.
He slipped into the room. She was sitting up, bobbing her head to the music coming from a radio he had given her. "So, which band is that?" He asked walking over to the bed.
Her fingers fumbled over the controls trying to find the volume. He picked up her hand and placed it on the volume dial. "Thanks." He sat down beside her. "This is the Teenage Wolves."
"That guy, Yamato Ishida, he's the lead singer, right?" Ken asked. She nodded, eyes down cast as usual. "He sent me an email today. Seems you have some very famous friends."
"What? Why'd he email you?" She asked.
"Responding to the email I sent your brother."
Her shoulders became tense and her brown eyes became worried. He looked into the, intrigued. In the entire time she had been here they had shown no emotion at all. "Why'd he reply? What about my brother?" She asked.
"Matt said he was a little too emotional to type. They want to see you, to make sure your okay," he explained.
"No," she replied.
"What?"
"I said I don't want them to see me. I don't want to see them," she said a matter-of-factly.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because," she muttered.
He reached out and touched her hand. "Come on, these are your friends, why don't you want to see them?" She didn't answer. "Well?"
"Shut up!" She yelled suddenly. "What does it matter to you whether I want to see my brother or not! I'm sorry I'm not cooperating and you can't get rid of me!" She pounded her fists on the bed. She began to cough violently.
He grabbed her wrists and held them down. "You're going to make yourself sick. Calm down," he warned.
"What do you care?" She muttered.
"If your going to argue speak up," he instructed. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Very mature." He laughed and she couldn't suppress a smile.
"You know what I want to try doing today."
"What?"
"Standing up." Her grin grew a little bigger.
"Can you feel your legs?" He asked.
"Uh-uh, but that's okay. You know, people spend months at a time in physical therapy just to rebuild strength in their legs or arms or whatever." She paused for a minute; a shy look overcoming her features. "Do you think you can help me? I doubt I can do it by myself."
"Yeah sure!" He replied immediately without thinking.
She grinned. "Great!"
He stood up and gently pulled off the two blankets that were piled on top of her. She was wearing a white nightshirt that he had found. He quickly averted his eyes, trying not to stare at her long thin legs. "Can you swing your legs over the edge?" He asked.
She used her arms to turn herself, but he didn't say anything. "Okay, here's the moment of truth," she said with a small, hopeful grin.
He took her hands and pulled her off the bed. For a second she stood, unsteadily, but she teetered over landing on top of him. His glasses flew off his face and a small blush spread across his face.
"Sorry," she whispered, disappointed. She rolled off of him.
"Its okay. We'll try again tomorrow." He pushed himself off the ground. His eyes searched the floor for his glasses.
She sat on the floor trying to rub some feeling into her bare ankles. Nothing. With a sigh she ran a hand over the soft carpet and ran her fingers over something small. She picked them up and studied them with her fingers. They were glasses. She slipped them on her face. Instantly her vision cleared.
"How'd you get those?"
She looked up and saw the face of her caretaker and the excitement was sucked out of her. "Ka-Kaiser," she stated.
He reached down. "Come on. Let me help you up."
"NO! Don't touch me!" She yelled. He ignored her and picked her up, fighting and squirming. He dropped her on the bed. "Why are you taking care of me?"
"Why are you angry at me for saving your life?" She just stared back at him, seething. "You're an odd girl."
"You're an evil tyrant."
"Your point?"
"Why are you taking care of me?" She repeated.
He shrugged. "Because you needed it."
Her eyes shifted around the room, studying her surroundings. "That doesn't make sense," she said, not looking at him. "You're my enemy. You've spent weeks trying to kill me. And now suddenly you save me. It's was your fault I was there in the snow in the first place."
"My fault?!" She looked at him with eyes the color of brown and rose. Odd combination to look at. "Oh I see how it is. Your friends can do no evil. So even if they did leave you behind after our battle its okay." He paused allowing himself a moment to calm down. He began speaking again, his voice composed, "You really want to know why? You know, Light, I was quite intrigued by you. I have spent an immense amount of time studying you and your friends as opponents inside and outside this world. Out of your entire group you impressed me the most. You with your undying faith in everyone. How you believe that everyone and everything has good inside them. Could how your reacting to me show that you believe there is no good left inside of me? Are you really giving up that trait of undying belief to believe that I have absolutely no charity left inside me?" She was at a loss for words. "I guess that's your answer then. I will have your clothes returned to you and have someone escort you to the dungeon by nightfall." With that he stormed out of the room.
Truthfully she hurt him. He didn't know why, he had been expecting that.
'What did I tell you? She'll hurt you. Caring hurts. Get it through your head.'
He stormed into his computer room. "SLAVE! Get in here now!"
A small gotsumon appeared in the doorway. "M-master?"
"Get the girl her clothes. Then take her to the dungeon." He brought up a computer screen.
"But master, her strength. Its failing-"
"Am I making myself clear!" He bellowed, cutting off the stone digimon.
"Yes master," he quivered and ran off.
He opened the email with a new sheet and began to type furiously. "Dear DigiDestined. I don't believe you quite understand the situation. You are in no position to be making demands. I have the child of light and as long as I do I will be making the demands. Do you understand? I have only one demand for the time being, keep your friends out of the Digital World. With any rescue attempts could become more damaging to her health." He sat back and read over the letter. Would he follow through with any of his threats if they did come? They wouldn't dare trying if they knew her life was in danger. He sent it and ran a hand through his spiked hair. He touched his face.
'She still has your glasses.'
Savior
He felt bad, the real him, but didn't return to visit her that night. Nor did he visit her the next day. He had thrown himself into his work, locking himself in his computer room and ignoring any interruptions. That way he could ignore the foreign feelings of guilt and pity he felt.
Now he stood in front of the door to her room. He grimaced. He held a tray in his hands. It had been at least forty-eight hours since she had eaten last and that couldn't be good for her already weaken body.
'Doesn't matter,' the predominate little voice snapped at him.
'Shut up,' he replied.
With a sigh he pushed the door open and slipped inside. She was lying down in the bed, back to the door. He walked over and set the tray down. "You awake?" He asked in a stern, but light tone.
"You said you would control your temper." She didn't bother to turn around.
"That was before you could talk," he retorted. She didn't reply. "I brought you something to eat. Get up."
"I don't want it," she snapped indignantly.
"Don't give me any lip," he chided harshly. He grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around. He pulled her into a sitting position.
She swung at him blindly. "Let me go! Don't touch me again!"
His grip on her arm tightened and she winced in pain. "I will do as I please! And as long as you are a guest in my house you will do as I say!" He was in her face, nose just inches from touching hers. He knew she couldn't see him, but her other sense worked and she knew where he was and he watched as she retracted from him.
"Guest my ass," she screamed back.
"I have not kept you against your will. At any point in time you can leave and I will take you home if I need too." She closed her eyes, something she started doing out of habit, and looked away. "Do you want me to take you home?" He asked after a minute of silence. "Because I will. I don't need this gruff from a gimpy little blind girl."
"No," she murmured.
"What?" He asked surprised.
"No, I said!" She repeated louder.
"Oh," was all he could force. 'Why not?' He asked himself. 'Why did she want to stay? We have done nothing, but fight.' "So are you ready to eat yet?"
"Fine," she sighed. "What is it?"
"Just some rice. I figured after so many days without eating you should have something solid." It was an indirect apology. "Do you think your stomach can handle it?"
She nodded. It didn't matter what it was. She was starving and would have eaten anything he gave her, not that she wanted to have it come up again later. But rice wasn't what she had been expecting either. More like gruel after the "fight" they had.
He took her hands and placed the warm bowl in it. He placed a spoon in the other. "There you go. When your done just put it to the side or, if you can find it the bedside table. I'll be back to pick it up later." He headed for the door.
"Uh." He stopped and looked back. "Stay?"
"Why?"
"I could use the company." With a shrug he pulled up the chair he used when he had sat by her after he had pulled her in from the cold. She began to gobble down the rice.
"Can you see yet? Is it getting better?" He asked, trying to fill the silence so he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and he realized he had forgotten a napkin. "Its better, it's getting better. I can see light and some shape. But everything's blurry and it hurts my head to keep my eyes open too long." She finished off the rice.
"Can you feel your legs yet?"
"No," she whispered sadly.
"Here I'll take the bowl."
"Is it all gone?" She asked, confused.
"Yeah, you want more?" She shook her head and he took the bowl from her hands. He pulled a bottle off the tray and gave it to her. "Its just a bottle of water. Take a drink." She obliged and took a long drink.
He watched her silently from his chair. She kept her head down and he wandered if she had forgotten he was there. Her shoulders began to tremble lightly. He got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?" She didn't reply. He lifted her chin. Her eyes were closed, but there were wet track marks running from her eyes down her chin. "What's wrong?" She shook her head and cried into her hands. His discomfort grew. "Stop crying. Whatever your crying about isn't going to get any better from you blubbering." Her shoulders heaved harder and she flung herself against him.
He sat frozen, arms away from her, in shock. She continued to cry on him despite his ridged posture and demands to stop crying. Then he felt the other presence shy away from the controlling part of his mind and he felt his body full under his own control. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, rocking her back and forth. She melted into his warm embrace and her quiet weeping turned into loud choking sobs.
They sat like that for a long time. He held her in silence until her loud sobs turned into quiet whimpers then light forced breathing. She hadn't moved her head from his shoulder at all.
'This feels so good,' he thought loving every second of it. The presence sat like a ghost in his mind and sent disgust through him. 'But it does,' he replied. To have her body pressed up against his own, leaning against him for support. His hand snaked its way through her hair then stroked it lightly.
'Your pathetic,' the presence sneered.
She pulled away. "I'm sorry. I lost control."
"Wanna talk about it?" His hand itched to touch her hair again. Her mouth opened and then closed again. She shook her head.
Silence filled the air. His hand itched again and he looked down to find his fingers laced with hers. He pulled away, with much reluctance; she didn't seem to notice. "How long have I been here?" Her voice was high and it cracked with emotion.
"Three, close to four weeks. Although you've only been awake at most two weeks."
"My brother's probably freaking."
"What about your parents?" He asked curiously.
"I'm sure they're worried, but my brother's super over-protective of me. He flips every time I get a scrape." She giggled. "Do you think you could send him a message saying that I'm okay?"
He grimaced. The leader of the DigiDestined? Contact him? That had to be the stupidest thing he could do as the enemy.
"I sense some hesitation. Please?" She pleaded.
"Okay. I'll email him, what's his address?"
A small grin spread across her face. "SoccerStud-SuperTai@yahoo.com," she laughed. He laughed too. "Just tell him I'm okay, okay?"
"Okay, I'll go do it now." He got up and walked towards the door. He glanced back briefly. She was staring up at the ceiling, eyes glistening.
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He sat at his computer, staring off into space. He wasn't working on anything; he had just come in, sat down and just…sat. He didn't even have anything open, just a black blank screen sitting in front of him.
Lately he had a lot on his mind. He would start thinking about the usual destruction that clouded his mind. Then he would start thinking about how the DigiDestined kept getting stronger and bolder. Soon they might even have the audacity search the icy part of the Digital World. Then that topic would disappear from his mind as if the DigiDestined finding him was no big deal and everything in his mind would go to her. He would that about the way her hair felt running through his fingers. And the way she was always warm despite that cold she had experienced that still came back to haunt her through fevers and late night chills. And the way his hand itched to touch her.
Truth was, he wanted to do anything to make her happy right now, no matter the disgust that caused inside of his mind. His heart, for the first time in a long while, was in control, as much as the presence would allow.
'Your heart is a weakness. It makes you vulnerable, it makes you hurt,' the voice sneered at him. 'It makes you stupid. It makes you hesitate.'
"You've got mail!" An automated voice announced to him as the image of a letter appeared on the blank screen. His brow creased. No one had this address. He hit a button on his mid air keyboard and waited for the thing to open. If it was another stupid ad-
He stopped when his eyes saw the address. SoccerStud-SuperTai@yahoo.com. He scrolled down. How'd that fool get this address? 'You idiot!' the voice chided. 'You were so busy swooning over "that girl" you forgot to block your email address.'
The letter finished loading. It read:
/Dear Ken, This is Yamato Ishida.\
The holder of friendship?
/I'm writing for Tai because I don't think you want a letter of insults, threats, and cussing. So what do you want for Kari? Your letter wasn't exactly a ransom note, so we're in the dark, Kaiser.\
Ransom note? What do I want?
/Here's the deal, your note wasn't exactly the most convincing piece of evidence that Kari is safe. We want to see her; we want hard evidence that she is positively okay before we cut any deals. You better treat her right! Because if you don't you won't just have ten very angry DigiDestined to deal with, you'll have half the Digital World on your ass. And then not even your slaves could protect you. Sincerely Yamato Ishida and Taichi Yagami.\
Ken sat back in his chair. They thought he was ransoming her off. He chuckled, this was even better the he thought. Now how to convince them she was okay, without them seeing she's blind and crimpled.
He got up from his chair and began to pace. Would it be right to use her like that?
'It doesn't matter,' the presence snapped. 'She could be quite a bargaining chip if I need it.'
He looked up and saw he was standing in front of a door. Interesting, he hadn't meant to go to her room.
He slipped into the room. She was sitting up, bobbing her head to the music coming from a radio he had given her. "So, which band is that?" He asked walking over to the bed.
Her fingers fumbled over the controls trying to find the volume. He picked up her hand and placed it on the volume dial. "Thanks." He sat down beside her. "This is the Teenage Wolves."
"That guy, Yamato Ishida, he's the lead singer, right?" Ken asked. She nodded, eyes down cast as usual. "He sent me an email today. Seems you have some very famous friends."
"What? Why'd he email you?" She asked.
"Responding to the email I sent your brother."
Her shoulders became tense and her brown eyes became worried. He looked into the, intrigued. In the entire time she had been here they had shown no emotion at all. "Why'd he reply? What about my brother?" She asked.
"Matt said he was a little too emotional to type. They want to see you, to make sure your okay," he explained.
"No," she replied.
"What?"
"I said I don't want them to see me. I don't want to see them," she said a matter-of-factly.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because," she muttered.
He reached out and touched her hand. "Come on, these are your friends, why don't you want to see them?" She didn't answer. "Well?"
"Shut up!" She yelled suddenly. "What does it matter to you whether I want to see my brother or not! I'm sorry I'm not cooperating and you can't get rid of me!" She pounded her fists on the bed. She began to cough violently.
He grabbed her wrists and held them down. "You're going to make yourself sick. Calm down," he warned.
"What do you care?" She muttered.
"If your going to argue speak up," he instructed. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Very mature." He laughed and she couldn't suppress a smile.
"You know what I want to try doing today."
"What?"
"Standing up." Her grin grew a little bigger.
"Can you feel your legs?" He asked.
"Uh-uh, but that's okay. You know, people spend months at a time in physical therapy just to rebuild strength in their legs or arms or whatever." She paused for a minute; a shy look overcoming her features. "Do you think you can help me? I doubt I can do it by myself."
"Yeah sure!" He replied immediately without thinking.
She grinned. "Great!"
He stood up and gently pulled off the two blankets that were piled on top of her. She was wearing a white nightshirt that he had found. He quickly averted his eyes, trying not to stare at her long thin legs. "Can you swing your legs over the edge?" He asked.
She used her arms to turn herself, but he didn't say anything. "Okay, here's the moment of truth," she said with a small, hopeful grin.
He took her hands and pulled her off the bed. For a second she stood, unsteadily, but she teetered over landing on top of him. His glasses flew off his face and a small blush spread across his face.
"Sorry," she whispered, disappointed. She rolled off of him.
"Its okay. We'll try again tomorrow." He pushed himself off the ground. His eyes searched the floor for his glasses.
She sat on the floor trying to rub some feeling into her bare ankles. Nothing. With a sigh she ran a hand over the soft carpet and ran her fingers over something small. She picked them up and studied them with her fingers. They were glasses. She slipped them on her face. Instantly her vision cleared.
"How'd you get those?"
She looked up and saw the face of her caretaker and the excitement was sucked out of her. "Ka-Kaiser," she stated.
He reached down. "Come on. Let me help you up."
"NO! Don't touch me!" She yelled. He ignored her and picked her up, fighting and squirming. He dropped her on the bed. "Why are you taking care of me?"
"Why are you angry at me for saving your life?" She just stared back at him, seething. "You're an odd girl."
"You're an evil tyrant."
"Your point?"
"Why are you taking care of me?" She repeated.
He shrugged. "Because you needed it."
Her eyes shifted around the room, studying her surroundings. "That doesn't make sense," she said, not looking at him. "You're my enemy. You've spent weeks trying to kill me. And now suddenly you save me. It's was your fault I was there in the snow in the first place."
"My fault?!" She looked at him with eyes the color of brown and rose. Odd combination to look at. "Oh I see how it is. Your friends can do no evil. So even if they did leave you behind after our battle its okay." He paused allowing himself a moment to calm down. He began speaking again, his voice composed, "You really want to know why? You know, Light, I was quite intrigued by you. I have spent an immense amount of time studying you and your friends as opponents inside and outside this world. Out of your entire group you impressed me the most. You with your undying faith in everyone. How you believe that everyone and everything has good inside them. Could how your reacting to me show that you believe there is no good left inside of me? Are you really giving up that trait of undying belief to believe that I have absolutely no charity left inside me?" She was at a loss for words. "I guess that's your answer then. I will have your clothes returned to you and have someone escort you to the dungeon by nightfall." With that he stormed out of the room.
Truthfully she hurt him. He didn't know why, he had been expecting that.
'What did I tell you? She'll hurt you. Caring hurts. Get it through your head.'
He stormed into his computer room. "SLAVE! Get in here now!"
A small gotsumon appeared in the doorway. "M-master?"
"Get the girl her clothes. Then take her to the dungeon." He brought up a computer screen.
"But master, her strength. Its failing-"
"Am I making myself clear!" He bellowed, cutting off the stone digimon.
"Yes master," he quivered and ran off.
He opened the email with a new sheet and began to type furiously. "Dear DigiDestined. I don't believe you quite understand the situation. You are in no position to be making demands. I have the child of light and as long as I do I will be making the demands. Do you understand? I have only one demand for the time being, keep your friends out of the Digital World. With any rescue attempts could become more damaging to her health." He sat back and read over the letter. Would he follow through with any of his threats if they did come? They wouldn't dare trying if they knew her life was in danger. He sent it and ran a hand through his spiked hair. He touched his face.
'She still has your glasses.'