Upgrades
by Meimi

Content Summary: Mukeni (Mummymon/Archnemon)
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Toei, Bandai or anyone who owns the rights to Digimon. It isn't mine, I'm just playing with it.

Archnemon would admit to not being able to understand Mummymon. Though, really, what was there to understand? His reasoning rarely made any sense at all, his bizarre actions were oft times boggling at best, and he frequently annoyed the ever living hell out of her. That wasn't to say that he didn't have some redeeming factors. He could blow shit up with the best of them and he knew how to drive. Well, okay, he had two redeeming factors. And maybe a third that deep down she realized but refused to admit to and would never ever mention; but really, she wouldn't know what to do with herself if she didn't have him around to make her life a mess.

Of course, none of that mattered at the moment. Archnemon glared balefully down the short flight of metal stairs leading into the basement. Mummymon had secreted himself into the maintenance room down there sometime last night and had yet to emerge. It was lunchtime. He had missed breakfast. Something had to be wrong.

Growling in the back of her throat, she stumped down the stairs, making sure her steps rung long and clear in the silence to indicate her state of mind. But Mummymon failed to emerge from the maintenance room. Twitching minutely in growing ire -and some small amount of worry-, Archnemon stalked over to the room and grabbed the door handle. It was locked. She rattled it experimentally a few times, but no, it was genuinely locked. He had locked her out!

"I hope you realize that I am going to kill you for this," she snarled as she banged viciously on the door.

The sound of the lock being released halted her from further violence. "Why puddlekins, whatever is the matter?" Mummymon asked gaily as his one eye peered out from the crack he had opened in the doorway.

"You missed breakfast," Archnemon said icily as she waited for him to let her in, "And I told you not to call me that!"

"Ah, my precious Archnemon, were you worried about me?" Mummymon crowed in glee as he opened the door wider, though not quite wide enough for his fellow digimon to slip inside.

"No, I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to blow up the building," she ground out as she none too gently shouldered the door the rest of the way open and glided within. "What are you doing down here?"

"Well," Mummymon began with a rather excited giggle, "I was just... upgrading my hardware."

"You were what?" Archnemon stared aghast at her rather hysterical seeming companion. He couldn't possibly know how that sounded, could he?

"Well, it was just so plain and drab," Mummymon explained cheerfully as he zipped over to the corner table and hefted the rather large gun that had been sitting upon it. "Isn't it just wonderful?" he gloated triumphantly as he showed it off to a shell shocked Archnemon. "It has all your colorings! Now I'll have yet another piece of you with me at all times!"

Archnemon stared in horrified fascination at the now dark red, deep purple and white machine gun. She had to admit, he had done a rather good paint job and it certainly did match her markings. But really! "You're completely and utterly bonkers."

"It's just another way to show my utter devotion to you and only you!" Mummymon giggled as he did a little dance around his dearest, beloved Archnemon.