Dating Miss Biyomon

RD

Disclaimer: I don't own any sort of Digimon.

Bi: Why do you call this story Dating Miss Biyomon? No-one seems to be, erm, dating any of my relations.

RD: You'll see...

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Chapter Two: Silent Angel

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Myotismon lay back in his Digiworld lair, watching a multitude of TV screens above his head. The worried faces of the Digidestined flashed into electric life, reflected in the evil monster's dark eyes. He smirked from time to time, amused by the vain efforts of a pathetic group of children and their even more pathetic monsters. To him, it was better than the cinema- a great form of entertainment for any villain, watching his rivals struggle.
"Really, it's almost too easy..." he smiled to himself.

Demidevimon flapped busily around the castle. Myotismon liked to see his little servants busy. There were always a thousand things to be done, errands to run, smaller Digimon to tease. Castle Myotismon was almost never at a total standstill.
The villainous ruler snapped his talons. "Bring me that crest," he ordered. "I want to be sure it's still here. Safe with me... No, not you, stupid bat. Get back to that cleaning." Demidevimon grumbled and looked down as the clatter of delicate feet on polished stone filled the room. Why couldn't he ever be the one to do the most important jobs?
The wind caught the strange little collar-ring around the newcomer's neck, making the tube at her throat emit a whistling sound. She carried the precious crest in her mouth to where Myotismon sat. With a gentle tilt of her head, she placed the small pinkish-white jewel in his outstretched talon.
"It's here," crooned her master, gazing at the crest held in front of the massive screen. "No use looking for it, you children. It's here."
His tiny Digimon worker nodded respect and hurried out of the room. She would never admit it, but somehow she didn't feel right in there.

She'd had that dream again last night, the one about the little dark-haired human girl in her knotted pink scarf and pretty shoes. It always gave her the shivers when she woke up in the darkness of Castle Myotismon, her tail wrapped around her shoulders for comfort, lying on the stone floor with Digital bats circling above. Sshh, she told herself, and got up to start her duties as Myotismon's servant and gofer.
What was that? He was calling her name.

"I have a job for you," he said, idly twirling the crest on the outstretched tip of a talon. "It's good news, I suppose. You're going on a little holiday away from Castle Myotismon."
"Really?" She couldn't believe her ears. As the servant of Lord Myotismon she had no memory of seeing anything beyond the high stone walls of the castle fortress. "Where?"
"A certain place called the Real World, my little one. I want you to keep a very close eye on something that's mine. You fight off intruders with your very life, because I do not want this thing falling into the wrong hands. Got that? Agreed?"
"I agree," she said in a rush. Anything to see what life was like outside these walls.
"All right." He smirked. "This is what you have to keep away from those nobodies the Digidestined." With an exaggerated gesture he pressed a button and an image filled every one of the screens.
It was a human child. Her hair was silvery fair, her eyes misty blue, but around her neck was a pretty scarf. The little Digimon told herself sharply that there were maybe a lot of humans who wore pink scarves, it was only a coincidence.
"You'll have to watch out for a couple of those idiots in particular." Myotismon brought up a new picture. Green eyes glittered. "This one's her brother."
"What's a 'brother'?" asked his servant. She felt a strange stirring in her mind at the sound of the word, but couldn't quite grasp its meaning.
"Some sort of meaningless connection for weaklings. Now this one. He's pretty small and happy-go-lucky, but his Digimon's not to be underestimated. Look, here's the twerp, and this is his Digimon..."

The little creature stood staring with wide eyes at the picture. For some reason she couldn't define, her heart skipped a beat.

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Sorry 'bout the shortness of the chapter and the lack of imminent romance. It will arrive! (Is it just me, or was anyone else locked out of ff.net a few hours ago- 25 Feb 04?)