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2. In Flux
Tailmon skittered through the human crowd, elation in her paws and her fur tingling like it was being burnt. An odd but tolerable sensation, to say the least. The success was enough to make her purr. The humans who bothered to look by their feet went ignored and she raced to the building.
"What's got you into such a rush?"
The concern in the voice behind her would have rattled her any other time. Not today. "I believe I have made some progress." She tried for neutrality, though pleasure and nausea that should not have been there was vibrant and pulsing and beautiful.
Wizarmon's leather boots touched the ground as he regarded her. She felt a gentle tugging at her brain, prodding like curious fingers at the insides of her ears. Tailmon hissed at him, good mood starting to evaporate.
"Don't burrow your way into my brain!" she snapped, raising her claws. She got that enough from Vamdemon, thank you.
He raised his hands. "My apologies, but I'd rather not be caught unawares in his court for everyone to see."
Tailmon huffed. She supposed she couldn't blame him for that. "You could just ask."
"I could, but you'll lie," he said and she scoffed. Could she be blamed for that?
"Let's just go inside," Tailmon said, stepping towards the door and pushing it open. She didn't despise Wizarmon; he was too relaxed of a person to try even thinking of it. That didn't make him being nosing into her affairs any less obnoxious.
Besides, they would all hear the news soon enough. She'd rather not have to repeat herself.
She padded forward, switching to her back legs so she could concentrate on how it was worded and not on how undeniably quiet it was in their hideout. PicoDevimon's troops had been left behind and killed a long time ago, but even hers... those buffoons! Perhaps brainwashing really was the only way to ensure competency.
Tailmon shuddered. That was not comforting.
The wind blew near her ears, (in a building? What a joke.) but she kept walking. She had done it. She had won. She had killed, just like she was meant to do.
Yet her paws ached, heavy with a weight she didn't really understand.
It was only midday, so she knew her master would be resting, having fed mere hours before. She knew that waking him would be a fool's errand, and she didn't want to be battered as PicoDevimon was for trying.
She scurried up to the place where she had slept in the past few days, a pile of bricks warmed by the sun. She curled there in a ball, ignoring the curious, but crestfallen eyes of Wizarmon in the gloom. Tailmon had fulfilled her mission, that was all she needed to do.
"Oi! Tailmon! Are you loafing on the job? Huh?"
Tailmon's ears twitched and she ducked them down again to ignore PicoDevimon. The whiny little batball would get tired of bugging her eventually.
"She's had success," Wizarmon began, raising hie staff to get in the bat's way, but PicoDevimon snorted in his face.
"I'll believe that when I see it."
Tailmon cracked an eye open and scoffed. "I don't have to explain myself to you," she said, a smile curling her mouth. "Only Vamdemon-sama, and that's who I intend to speak to first." She smiled imperiously behind one paw. "Is that a problem for you?"
He sputtered and flew away, leaving Tailmon to hiss in triumph and curl back up in the warmth of the sun.
If she felt the gentle pressure of a hand stroking her fur, she blamed it on Wizarmon.
But the mage was nowhere to be found.
