Aidan - Heyla! Chapter five is.... right now! *hehe* As for Telca and I, are we insane? Yes. Am I half-elf? In spirit, Yes. And many thanks for the high praise concerning this story! ^_^
Tempest - It's coming, don't worry ^_~
Sparda219 - No Digidestined in this fic, sorry. Though that does give me an idea for a later story... hmm....
T-Rex - Delusional, you are. Beat Blackwargreymon, you cannot. Beat my Bonded, you will not. *gurgled cackle* Another path, you should choose. Harm him, you do... the Darkside, I shall turn to. Much whoop-ass, will occur. Wise it would be, for you to reconsider these actions. No fanfics can be written, if in jail I am.
Blackie: *smirk* Sense much anger, I do. The Darkside,
it will lead to. Demented, my Bonded is. In grave danger, you will be.
Avoid this path, you must.
*hehe*
Yes, there will be fluff in this fic. I like fluff. It's all nice and... well... fluffy! ^_^
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The Elf and The Digimon
Chapter 5 : Waking Friendship
All in all, if they had been exhausted when they started out for the famed hotel, they were dead on their feet by the time they reached it and Blackwargreymon inwardly grimaced when he thought of how many times the female had been forced to help him keep walking, though, he had returned the favor as many times as she had granted it. But still, it was... annoying. Twice he had heard her muttering to herself about how she was going to get back at someone called 'Telca' for sending her to the Digiworld by stealing whatever 'X-Men Comics' happened to be.
He noticed too, that the longer she pushed herself to keep going, the worse her mood became, so her attitude when they finally reached the hotel wasn't too much of a surprise. At least not to him. The Digimon that was behind the reception desk however had no clue what hit him. Especially when Digitamamon refused to accept her money. Something about not accepting currency from the Real World.
"Listen you walking freakshow!" Lashana snarled at what seemed to be an egg with legs and eyes as she reached over the desk and sunk her nails into it's shell, lifting it off it's feet as she dragged it close and shook it violently. "I have been wandering around this messed up world all damned day! I've been hit by a Jeep, kidnapped, I've had to jump off a cliff, I've been attacked Goddess only knows how many times and I'm just getting over an emotional breakdown!! I am hungry, tired, filthy, and I hurt in places I didn't know I had! Now you are going to give me your best room with all the fixings or by any and all the Gods that you hold dear, you are not going to like what I'm going to do to you!!!"
The Digimon gulped, his voice trembling from fear and from being shaken. "I-I o-only have o-one r-room left-t!! R-Royal S-sui-t-te!!"
"We'll take it!!"
~*~
"I think I'm going to die," Lashana muttered as she unlocked the hotel room door and shuffled inside, dropping the key on a table as she went and collapsed on the first thing that looked comfortable, mainly a couch. If she had bothered to look around, she'd have seen that the 'Royal Suite' was actually bigger than her one room apartment, with a huge bathroom, a king-sized bed - that she had just walked past - the full sized couch she was on and another chair with a desk. Unfortunately, she was too busy lying face down on the couch to notice.
An answering groan sounded from somewhere to her left, and she rose her head just enough to be able to look over at the Mega Digimon as he flopped down onto the bed, the sight making her curse before she let herself go limp, dropping her face back down into the cushions.
Blackwargreymon winced at the pain in his chest and groaned again as he rolled onto his back, reaching up with his good hand to remove the gauntlet from his aching left arm, dropping it to the floor before loosening the ties to his chest armor, relaxing the pressure against his ribs. "Elf? Are you alright?"
"Mpft... Lashana."
He tilted his head back and looked at her upside-down, not having understood the garbled mumble. "What?"
"Mah name. Lashana."
"Lashana. Are you alright?"
Grimacing, she turned her head so she wasn't suffocating herself with the cushions and sighed. "I'm alive, that's all you're getting right now." She cracked an eye open to look at him and frowned. "You?"
"Same."
"Mrft." Moaning, she slowly pushed herself to her feet again, ignoring the Digimon's gaze as she staggered past him and over to the bathroom, pausing to empty the contents of her pockets onto a small side-table. "Dibs on the shower," she explained as she kicked the door shut, cutting off his curious question before he could even start voicing it.
All in all, the shower did her loads of good. Just standing under the hot water and letting it loosen sore muscles did wonders for her, as did the discovery of a soft terry cloth robe that she found in the cupboard under the sink. So once she was certain that she had used more than her fair share of soap and hot water, she turned her attention to her clothes, wrinking her nose at the sight of them. It took her a good fifteen minutes to hand wash most of the dirt off of them, and even then, they were destined for the garbage when she got home.
She emerged almost an hour later, wearing her sports bra and underwear under the fluffy dark blue robe, and as she raked her nails through her damp hair, she realised that she actually felt like she was going to live through the night. Yawning, she looked towards the bed, her gaze softening when she saw the Digimon that was sprawled over it, snoring slightly as he slept, most of his armor strewn on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her right eyebrow quirked when she saw that he had removed his helmet, giving her a vew of his face, and she cocked her head slightly when she saw that the horns that had adorned the helmet were actually a part of him. Jeez, do I know how to pick 'em or what?
A sigh left her as she shook her head in wonderment, walking around the bed and over to the phone that sat beside it. "Yo, roomservice? Good. I want a burger and fries up here now and..." she paused and glanced over at Blackwargreymon. "The biggest rack of ribs you have. Slap some fries next to that. Yeah. And we need bandages up here, like a lot of them. And for the love of the Gods, bring a pot of coffee with you."
After she had hung up, she looked back at the Digimon and frowned, seeing how swollen his right arm was. I must've broken it. Damn. I really hadn't been meaning to do that. Moving silently, she padded over to his side and held her right hand over where she judged the break to be, murmuring the incantation to a Healing spell.
She must not have been as quiet as she had thought, because one moment she was halfway through a spell, the next she had a hand gripping her throat. "....ack....need.... air....!"
For one moment, Blackwargreymon didn't know where he was. He was used to waking up in some cave or clearing, not a posh room like this. It wasn't until he heard the raspy whisper that he realised where he was, and what he was doing. "Lashana!" Wondering what she had been doing to make him react instinctively like that, he released her and watched as she gasped for breath and backed away, raising her hands to touch her neck. "What do you think you were doing?!"
She shook her head and coughed, still trying to catch her breath. "Healing.... arm...."
"What?" Frowning, he gingerly sat up and looked at his right arm, eyes widening when he rose it, only a slight stiffness following instead of the agony that had previously plagued him. "How-?"
"Ugh. Healing spell," she muttered, clearing her throat a few times before swallowing. Still rubbing her throat, she walked past the bed and went to sit in the plush chair that looked out the patio doors, staring at the last little bit of the sunset. "Comes with the arsenal. I ordered food by the way. Should be here in ten minutes or so."
"I... apologise. I didn't mean to--"
"S'okay."
Silence fell over them, and he found himself growing edgy the longer it dragged on. In the end, he grunted and rose to his feet, copying her previous idea and heading into the bathroom to clean the dirt of battle off of himself, leaving her to her thoughts.
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The scent of well cooked meat greeted him when he emerged almost thirty minutes later, and his stomach growled demandingly as he followed the smell over to the tray that was sitting on the bed, next to where he had placed his gauntlets. A muffled whimper drew his attention to the Elf, and he looked over at her where she was sitting on the couch, her own meal still untouched as she wrapped a length of bandage around her left hand.
"There's bandages for you too. On the table," she told him, not looking up from her hand as she adjusted the wrapping so that it didn't aggrivate her bruised knuckles.
"You're wrapping it too tightly."
"I've bandaged split knuckles before, thank you very much."
Rumbling at her tone, he tugged his most 'essential' piece of armor into place and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking over at her curiously. "You're young for a warrior."
"Yeah, well. People do what they have to... to survive," Lashana answered, tying the bandage off before plucking a frie from her plate and eating it, reaching for her mug of fresh coffee afterwards. "I'm still sorry about... going nuts on you back there."
"I suppose I deserved it. I did want you to fight me at your best."
"I don't call what happened a good example of me being 'at my best'," she whispered, glancing away as she sipped at her drink. A sigh left her as she set her mug down onto the coffee table, and she silently grabbed another length of bandage as she slipped her right arm out of her robe, effortlessly tying it around the deep cut she had there. "You should eat before it gets cold."
The reminder that there was food nearby elicted another growl from his stomach, and he pushed aside any thoughts of bandaging his wounds as he hungrily tore into the meal she had ordered for him, teeth easily ripping the meat off the bones. He caught her glancing at him a few times as he ate, but he mostly ignored her until the worst of his hunger had been sated. It's been too long since I had a full meal...
"You don't eat enough."
Surprised - had she heard his thoughts? - he jerked his gaze over to her. "What?"
"I can see your ribs," Lashana said as she polished off her own meal and leaned back into the couch's cushions, her newly refilled mug of coffee cradled in her hands. "With all the fighting you do, you burn up a hell of a lot of energy. I mean, geez, when's the last time you had a decent meal?"
He blinked at her, then glanced down at himself. True, it had been a while since he had eaten his complete fill, but surely it wasn't that noticable. "What gives you that idea?"
She rolled her eyes. "You mean besides the fact that you damn near inhaled your food and the plate along with it?"
"....this really isn't any of your business, you know."
"Fair enough."
Silence hung over them again, knawing at him until he let out a low growl. "Two weeks. It's been two weeks," he muttered, avoiding her gaze as he pointed to her plate that still had a small pile of fries on it. "Are you going to finish that?"
"You're welcome to it." Anger rose in her as she watched him retrieve the plate, a part of her wondering why he was wandering around this world on his own, fighting for no apparant reason. A challenge. Surely that's not all he's got to look forward to? "You can order more if you want. I don't mind."
He glanced at the phone longingly, but shook his head, looking at her in surprise when she rolled her eyes and pushed herself to her feet. "What?"
"You are the most stubborn being I have ever met," Lashana told him with a grin as she snatched the phone off the cradle. "Yo. Yes, this is the Suite again. Hey! Don't you dare give me any lip, you annoying little git. Hmpft. That's better. I want another rib meal. Yes, another one. What are you, deaf? Geez. And bring a pitcher of juice or something. No. Not ale. Juice. Gods..." She shook her head as she dropped the receiver back onto the cradle and muttered her opinion of the hotel under her breath as she headed back to the couch, pausing when a hand encircled her left wrist, talons deftly undoing the bandage on her hand. "Hey!"
"Hold still," Blackwargreymon rumbled, being careful not to scratch her with his talons as he unwrapped her hand, frowning at the dark bruise and the split skin there for a moment before he started to rewrap it. "You had it too tight. It would have aggrivated the healing skin. If you wrap it this way, you don't have to tie it as tightly since there's no risk of it falling off or exposing the wound."
She fought down an irrational bought of embarrassment and nodded. "Thanks. Um.... you can let go of my arm now." When he startled and released her, she smiled at him reassuringly, then went back to the couch. "Hey, I know you said you had questions and all, but can they wait till morning? I can barely keep my eyes open."
"Sleep then. It can wait." His gaze didn't leave her as she pulled a blanket over herself and lay back on the couch, one arm thrown up over her eyes. She must have been just as exhausted as he was, for she was asleep in less than a minute, her breathing deep and peaceful.
His second meal arrived a few minutes later, and he growled softly as he went to accept the delivery, a part of him hating how the Digimon looked at him in abject fear. Almost on their own, his thoughts drifted back to the fight, easily remembering how vicious their battle had been, and how each of them were able to fight each other to a standstill. The memory of Lashana's rage still brought a feeling of sympathy from him, though it didn't last long. He had become adept in ignoring his 'feelings', emotions that only brought him pain and suffering.
Suddenly, he wasn't very hungry anymore, and he set the half-eaten plate
of food on a sidetable before lying down on his back on the bed, glancing
over at the Elf when she shifted in her sleep, a single lock of her hair
falling into her closed eyes. The pain he had seen in her, it had been
so familiar, and he ached to talk to her, to see if she was the one who
held the answers he so desperately seeked. But it would do neither of them
any good if they didn't take time to rest and recover, so it was with that
conclusion that he rolled onto his side so that his back was to her and
let the darkness claim him.
