Author's Note: Okay, I'm going to finish this story, I'M GOING TO FINISH THIS STORY. I will finish this story, but only when I get to chapter 15… oh god, wait another year for that… j/k..

Chapter 9: Bubbles and Soap Operas

Brad knocked on the door, holding a small thing of chocolates. He knew it was the best for Elizabeth to heal with mentally. He waited a moment, then knocked on the door again.

"Maybe she's not home," Bubomon said. Brad looked around.

"She does walk around a lot…"

"Maybe she's out back… let's just let ourselves in…"

"Huh?"

"She let's me do it all the time…"

Bubomon went to the door, and stared a moment. He stuck a finger into the keyhole.

"It's… not… locked…"

He took his finger out again.

"Let's go inside!"

Brad shrugged, opening the door. Peeking inside, he looked around. A bat came smacking down on his head. He fell back, barely able to feel his nose.

"Ow…"

He looked up, even though his vision was a little blurry.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" a voice said. He saw a figure standing over him, holding a bat.

"Hey… that hurt…" he mumbled. The bat came down on him again, stopping a few inches from his face.

"Get out, or it'll hurt more."

Brad looked up.

"Liz? What's going on?"

"Leave me alone…"

Bubomon blinked, grabbing the bat.

"Hey Liz… it's just us…"

Elizabeth stared over at Bubomon, then down at Brad. She gasped, letting go of the bat.

"I'm so sorry! I really am!"

Brad stood up, rubbing his nose.

"Look… I just came to make sure you were alright… now that I know you are… I'll leave…"

Elizabeth grabbed his shoulder.

"No… I thought… you were Matro… I'm sorry… you wanna come in?"

Brad blinked.

"…Okay… no more hitting me with a bat?"

"No more hitting you with a bat…"

She smiled, leading him into the living room. It was a disaster area.

"Don't you have a butler to clean up for you?" Brad asked angrily, "You aren't still paying him!"

"Yeah… but it's his day off… his… err… week off…"

"WEEK OFF?! Elizabeth, who's gonna clean all this up?!"

Bubomon answered that question for Brad by running into the room and beginning to clean up the area. Elizabeth smiled happily, kissing Brad. He smiled, kissing her back.

"I should've known… my own neat freak digimon…"

~***~

"Tayru… c'mon Tayru… stay with me here…"

Cajunmon was the only one allowed into Tayru's hospital room. Something about family only being allowed in, but Cajunmon wasn't sure. He was an organic life form, unlike Tayru's other two partners, Rabomon and Peddmon.

"Stay with me… please!" he sobbed, "I know you can do it!"

It seemed quite ironic that a digimon like that would be in such a pessimistic mood, but he was. A knock came at the door, and Koji popped his head in.

"Hey… is… he okay? Or is that a stupid question?" he asked. Cajunmon sobbed some more, and Koji frowned.

"Sorry… stupid question…"

He walked over to the bedside.

"… Dude said he was my son… didn't he?"

Cajunmon nodded, but was sobbing his poor little heart out.

"Hmmm… what's wrong wi-"

Koji immediately withdrew what he said once Cajunmon let out a horrible sob.

"He's gonna die, isn't he?!" Cajunmon sobbed again. Koji stared a moment. He looked down at Tayru, then over at Cajunmon.

"I wouldn't know…"

~***~
"Deimon, how many humans have you killed?" Bokenmon asked angrily, "You're attracting attention."

"Oh, I don't mind attention… I want my Brad back though…"

"YOUR Brad?"

"He was mine before SHE came along… before that push over tamer came along and stole him from me… I would've let him live… I was just toying with him before…"

Deimon kicked her shoe into the wall lightly. Bokenmon snickered.

"Really? I thought you hated him…"

"I do not hate him… he's my love…"

Bokenmon smiled.

"Master Matro clearly stated you could have him when we finish our job."

"Yes, I know."

"And our job is to compile enough virus digimon data so that his child can grow to a Viral type and can be controlled by the evil…"

"I remember that thank you."

"And we are-"

"I REALIZED THAT, THANKS."

Deimon's eyes glowed with anger as Bokenmon's response was another round of laughter. Her tail twitched angrily.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"You're star struck… but he's not a star!" the higher level digimon shouted. He was now rolling with laughter. Deimon growled, kicking him as hard as she could in the shin. Bokenmon stopped his laughing, and was now holding his shin angrily.

"Let's just finish this so I can get my payment…"