I don't own digimon
Homeward Bound
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"So, what do with these guys?" asked Janet quietly. She pointed at the digimon. Half of them were in their In Training forms.
"Well, really, they tend to look like plush toys don't they?" replied Brendan quietly he looked at Otamamon and Labramon. "Labramon you could pass off as a dog, and Otamamon looks like a stuffed toy, tadpole, and Penguinmon looks like a toy penguin."
"Ahem…" coughed Lucemon quietly.
"Oh…well…" Brendan looked at the angelic child for a bit.
"I know…" gasped Amy loudly. She ran up and tugged at Brendan's jacket, "Can I borrow this?" She ran up to Lucemon, "Ok now fold your wings tight against your body…" The angel looked at Amy incredulously. Amy narrowed her eyes, "Do it, or I'll make you do it…" A fist hovered under Lucemon's chin.
"You don't really think you scare me do you?" asked Lucemon but the girl's lips tightened and the fist shook. The angel's eyes widened slightly and he took a step backward, "Umm…getting on it…" The ten body wings flicked closed tight against his body.
"Ok, put this on," commanded Amy as she flung the jacket over Lucemon's shoulders. The angel grumbled and then slid his arms into the sleeves.
"What about the toga?" Jason asked with a smirk.
"Give me a second!" yelped Amy loudly. She looked at the ground around her. Surprisingly their bags were still lying around. "Steven you had gym today didn't you?"
"Uh...yeah?" replied the blonde, surprised.
"Take your shorts out and throw them to Lucemon," Amy ordered loudly.
"Ew!" yelped Michelle.
"I know, it's disgusting but we haven't much choice," said Amy quietly. She looked at Lucemon and noticed that the toga was noticeable under the jacket, "Oi, get your jacket zipped up!" The angel jumped and zipped the jacket up covering the toga. Steven tossed him a pair of grey shorts. Lucemon sat down and slipped them on. The angel then stood. Amy looked at Lucemon, as he wore the orange jacket and grey shorts, and smiled, "Not so bad for a rush job…"
"Excuse me but…" Mark pointed at the two wings that topped out Lucemon's head.
"Oh that's easy!" replied Amy as she walked over to Kevin and whipped his baseball cap off of his head.
"OI!" shouted the boy loudly.
"What? You'll get it back, maybe," replied Amy with a smirk. She walked up to Lucemon and pushed his ear-wings flat against his head and then pulled the cap down over the angel's hair. "There, perfect."
"You have no idea how uncomfortable this is," replied Lucemon quietly. "I feel like I've been put in a box two sizes too small."
"Well you'll just have to deal with it," sniped Amy in reply, "that is until we can go clothes shopping for you!"
The angel's, Mark's and Steven's eyes grew five times their normal size and the color fled from their cheeks. The two boys looked at the other children as if they were rats trapped in a trap.
Kevin looked down at Lucemon's feet. "You forgot his shoes…"
Amy looked down and gasped in shock, "I did, didn't I?"
"I got an extra pair in my bag," whispered Jason quietly as he stooped down and drew the black and white shoes from his bag. They were sneakers and were untied. "I accidentally left them here well…I suppose it was yesterday…kind of…"
"We have to get our story straight…about the digimon," said Janet quietly. "So what are we going to tell our parents?"
"Well, I guess we could say they are stuffed toys we got in an impromptu assembly contest thing," said Kevin quietly as he held up Koromon gently.
"I think I'd rather have Labramon be a stuffed toy than a real dog, mom would never let us keep a real dog," said Michelle. The others nodded quietly.
"And what about me?" said Lucemon as he fidgeted with his clothes.
"Well, you could be a new kid…" said Mark with a smile. "And you could be staying with us for the night…"
"And if mom or dad call Lucemon's parents?" asked Steven with a frown.
"Oh…yeah…" Mark furrowed his brow. "That could be difficult."
"Well, I suppose if worse came to worse, he could stay in the tree house in the back, as long as mom and dad don't find out about it…" Steven scratched his head.
"What if it gets cold out?" asked Amy loudly. "You'd leave Lucemon out in the cold?"
"It's not like we have any choice, he's not like the other digimon, he's too," Steven looked at Lucemon, "too…human."
"How about he sneaks in after bedtime, we could open a window and Lucemon could fly in…" started Mark.
"And if mom or dad happened to check in on us at anytime during the night and found an extra child, with wings?" Steven shook his head.
"Well, how about we try to pass him off as an exchange student," said Kevin quietly. The others looked at him in surprise. "And he lost his family in some sort of fire and his home country is in the middle of a war, so the government doesn't want to send him back and you volunteered your family to take him in for a few nights…"
"Kevin, he's not a dog," replied Jason quietly. "He's a child; well…he looks like a child."
"Plus our parents would call the school," replied Steven. He sighed quietly. "When they find out that he's not registered they'll call the cops."
"My wings ache…" murmured Lucemon quietly.
"How about, we just say he's a new friend at school," replied Mark. "But his mom and dad said that they don't want him around the house until after they have fixed it up…"
"They'd still call the school," whispered Steven.
"But we'd have an excuse, because if he's really new then he may not be registered yet!" Brendan smiled broadly.
"My wings ache," murmured Lucemon quietly.
"What if they want to call his parents?" retorted Steven.
"I think…I may have the guy that would be willing to be Lucemon's dad…" said Kevin quietly. "I'd have to ask him first…but if he'll do it, then we may have a way out of this trouble!"
"My wings ache," murmured Lucemon quietly.
"Ok, then, everyone is a stuffed animal except Lucemon, who is a new kid," said Steven; the others nodded happily. "We will have to stall mom and dad for the parentage of Lucemon until Kevin calls us…"
"It will look odd, if Lucemon doesn't know his father's name…" whispered Amy as she looked over her handy work that constricted itself around the angel.
"My wings…they ache," whispered Lucemon with a sprinkle more anxiety.
"Well we'll just have to tiptoe around that then until Kevin gets a hold of us," said Steven quietly. He looked at Kevin, "You won't forget will you?"
"Forget, me, never…" smiled Kevin.
"Michelle," Steven looked at the tanned haired girl, "remind your brother to ask this guy about being a dad when you guys get home."
The girl nodded with a giggle.
"Right, well if everything is settled I think we should go home, if we're too late our parents will be more suspicious of us than they already will be," said Brendan quietly. "How about we meet back here after school, to talk about how we wish to proceed?"
"Ahem…the wings are still aching," replied Lucemon quietly, but the children didn't seem to notice.
"Ok," said the children with a collective nod.
They then split up in six directions waving at each other and carrying their digimon as best they could, except for Lucemon, who just walked stiffly behind Steven and Mark; trying to massage his back. Michelle walked a few yards and then Kevin had to carry Labramon.
"Why do I have to wear this junk?" grumbled Lucemon loudly. He continued to fidget aggressively in his jacket and shorts; shifting his wings about to try and relieve their stiffness. "My wings ache!"
"Because if you walked around with twelve wings flapping around, people would either think you're crazy or a beast that needs to be tested," replied Steven as he held Kyokyomon.
"Why couldn't I be a doll?" grumbled the angel as he twisted.
"Because you look too human," replied Mark as he looked back at the uncomfortable angel. "Don't worry you look really nice."
"I don't really care how I look, I feel like crap," grumbled the angel. "AND MY WINGS ACHE!"
"Well you'll have to get used to it, because as long as you're here, with our parents around, you're going to have to wear clothes, human clothes," said Steven commandingly.
"Just don't think about it," whispered Mark quietly. "My mom and dad don't like to wear clothes either."
Steven blinked, stopped, turned and looked at his brother, "What did you say?"
"Mom and dad don't like wearing clothes either," replied Mark quietly.
"How did you come up with that?" yelped Steven loudly.
"Well, I was having a bad dream one night and went to their bedroom and they were playing a game, racing each other to see who could get their clothes off fastest," Mark explained quietly and with a innocent smile.
"Uh…," Steven looked at Mark and then looked at Lucemon and then at Kyokyomon. The two digimon returned the boy's look with looks of blankness. Steven blushed brightly. "Mark, promise me you won't play those games with any of the girls at school for a long time…"
"Why would I want to see a girl without her clothes on?" yelped Mark in shock at his brother's request.
"Yes, why would your parents play that game, when they obviously would see my normal attire unacceptable?" asked Lucemon as he looked at Steven. "It seems rather, hypocritical."
"Yeah, why would your parents want to take off their clothes fast?" asked Kyokyomon. The orange dragon scampered up Steven's shoulder, "When you were in the Digital World you and the girls tried not to be out of your clothes in front of each other."
"I'm not getting into this, I'm not getting into this," chanted Steven as he covered his ears and started to hum to himself. Mark and the others looked at him oddly and started to press the issue, "LALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
"Uh…" Mark and the two digimon looked at each other. "Maybe we should just go home."
The shorter brown haired boy walked forward with the angel in tow. Steven was walking slowly behind them shaking his head and murmuring about how he was too young to be put through these sorts of things. The young man was oblivious to the fact that his brother had stopped dead in his tracks about four feet in front of him, that is until Steven nearly walked on top of Mark.
Steven looked up. A group of rough looking kids were standing in front of them. The middle-most and largest was round, but sturdy and had beady dark eyes and dark hair. He had a scraggily T-shirt on with the print of some semi-obscene cartoon on the front.
"Hey, Mark, you're late on your…toll payments," said the middle boy loudly. The brown haired, blue eyed, child of Hope gulped loudly and staggered backward.
"Mark, who are these jokers?" asked Steven quietly.
"Guys that have been hanging around school," whispered the boy. "They usually pick on the smaller kids; that's why I wanted to go home with you…"
"Hey, you guys, you leave my brother alone," shouted Steven loudly as he walked in front of his brother. "Now let us through…"
"Heh, I can't do that, I can't run a proper business if I let all my costumers get away without paying," smirked the boy loudly. The children behind him smirked as well murmuring confirmations of what the larger kid had said. "Now are you going to pay for your brother, or do things have to get rough?"
"Steven, they outnumber you," whispered Kyokyomon. Steven glared at the dragon and lifted his index finger to his lips.
"Don't think you can trick us," grumbled the middle boy loudly. He looked at Steven, then to Mark and then to Lucemon. "Actually you'll be paying twice, for your brother and this other squirt that's with you…that is unless…"
"We're not paying you anything, now get out of our way," growled Steven. "I don't want to have to fight you but you aren't going to be picking on my brother or our friends anymore."
"Yeah, you can talk the talk," chuckled the boy. The others walked forward punching their palms. "But can you walk the walk?"
The boys made to jump Mark and Steven. Seconds later Lucemon had the largest boy hoisted above the ground, without discarding his clothing Lucemon had knocked the henchmen to the side and had lifted the largest boy above the ground with lightning fast reflexes. The other boys were looking up in shock, not yet fully comprehending the fact before them.
"Luce..Lu…Lucas!" stammered Mark as he searched for a name. "Don't…"
"I won't have you hurt, Mark," growled the boy loudly.
"Don't hurt him; if you…" started Steven loudly and then stopped and then jumped forward with his statement, "He won't come back!"
The boy was squirming and whimpering in fear as he looked down at the glowing sapphires that glared up at him. The other boys were standing around him in shock.
"Do you all want to help your mighty commander?" asked the angel with a husky voice. The kids looked at each other and then up at the larger boy that was being hoisted into the air by the front of his shirt. "Well, do ya? I've turned tougher guys than you into dust…come on, test my patience, I've had a very bad day, let's see if you can make it a little rosier." The circle of children gulped loudly and took three steps backward before screaming down the street. Lucemon looked up at the boy in his clutches. "You're not tough, you aren't even a challenge; you're just a bloated louse that sucks the life out of perfectly good people, what's stopping me from popping your fat head?"
"Please…" the boy whispered between crying sobs. "I-I…nev-nev…"
"You never thought you'd get beat up, well it sounds like you're due for a grand beating," growled Lucemon loudly. The rumble of his voice thundered into the boy's ears.
"Please, dude, don't…" started the boy in the middle of a sob.
"Pathetic," growled Lucemon as he threw the boy down. "Get out of here, before I really start to feel bloodthirsty." The angel's eyes flashed a bright blue and Lucemon started forward. The boy screamed loudly and scrambled backward on his hands and leapt to his feet and ran as fast as he could.
"That was wholly unnecessary," grumbled Steven as he walked past.
"You'd rather have gotten beaten?" asked Lucemon as he took deep breaths.
"I'd rather have had conviction in not paying him, and not resorting to violence," replied Steven quietly.
"I wasn't violent, didn't leave a bruise on the boy," replied Lucemon as he followed Steven. Mark was at the hidden angel's side.
"That's not the…" Steven sighed, "Never mind."
Lucemon followed the blonde boy and then stopped in mid-step. He turned his head slightly and looked up at a tree.
"Is something wrong?" asked Mark quietly.
The angel narrowed his eyes and then turned back around and continued forward with Steven, "I could've sworn I saw something…but whatever it was is gone…"
Sitting up in the tree a lavender hamster looked down at the group of children as they retreated down the street. "Mistress Bastemon will want to hear about this!"
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Bastemon looked into the large full length mirror with a smile, "Oh, I do look wonderful don't I?"
The women in the mirror shifted quietly. She lifted her thin hands up and ran them over her bronzed face and her hazel eyes. Long, mahogany hair fell from her head and she turned slightly and looked back. It was tied into a neat braid that fell right above her hips. Her lower body was covered by a black, tiger-striped, pair of parachute pants. Her torso had a tight, short, crimson halter top that gently revealed the top portion of her cleavage and readily disavowed the roundness of the rest of her breasts. Below the halter top and above the hem of her pants was a bronzed, toned stomach with small ripples of muscle. The long black ears had been replaced by cute little ones. Her hands were no longer clawed but did have long, red fingernails. She smiled quietly.
"I suspect you look like you should," replied Karatenmon quietly as he walked in front of the mirror.
"Oh don't you look nice?" asked the girl with a smile.
Karatenmon had a silk, lavender shirt and a pair of tan khakis on. His arms were muscular and his face was stony and looked like it had been carved from granite. He had two dark, sparkling eyes that seemed to cut into the very soul of the one being looked at. His hair was dark, shoulder length and straight. A black cape swept off of his shoulders. He had a pair of black shoes on his very human feet. His hands looked soft and had manicured fingernails.
"I suspect I look nice, for a human," replied Karatenmon quietly. He slid his fingers over the hem of his pants, "but I do not have my swords."
"You boys and your swords," Bastemon smirked quietly. "Plus it's not real, just an image we put up for the humans…"
"None the less, as long as we have this image on our attacks are useless," grumbled the man quietly.
"Mistress," a man dressed in a white business suit, pants, and fedora walked up to the young woman. A plume of lavender silk puffed up from between the top, unbuttoned, lapels of the suit jacket. "Tsukaimon has just reported in, it seems the digi-destined have been able to follow us here."
"Thank you," smiled Bastemon quietly. "My, all these attractive men, I don't know how I'll get through this…"
"May I suggest carrots?" replied Karatenmon quietly.
"Heh, I like how you think Karatenmon," replied Bastemon as she turned.
"We should deal with the digi-destined," said Karatenmon quietly. "It would not be wise to have them steal our victory from us at a most inopportune time."
"Yes, yes, I'll send someone to look for them and have them destroyed," grumbled Bastemon loudly. "Now, how about you tell me who this human is that we're supposed to be looking for…"
"I can't remember him exactly," replied Karatenmon quietly. "Since the reformat, and well with the time in the Dream World, my memories are shattered. I do hold a remnant of the past though…that will definitely remember him. I'm working on a way to get the remnant's powers to be recreated; I should have it ready by tomorrow…"
"Marvelous," Bastemon purred quietly and then turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror again, "Though I do miss my tails…oh well, could be worse…"
Karatenmon left the feline to preen herself. He smiled quietly as he looked at his hands. He lifted a small pendant from his chest and looked at it. The spell had even changed it to look like a cross but he knew what it really was. "Yes, I can feel it too; he's here, somewhere, I am anxious to return to him…" Karatenmon's dark human eyes flashed blood red. "I will soon realize my full potential once more!"
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AN: Note to bullies, if a strangely attired blue eyed, blond hair boy is walking with your target…leave the target be….