Komodo was walking down an empty hallway of smooth blueish-grey hued stones. The way ahead of her was pitch black. Cold drafts of air whipped and whined around her, chilling her to the bone. "It's so cold. Definitely isn't the apartment...where am I?" She looked around, rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm them.
A door suddenly appeared in front of her out of the blackness. It opened with a rather sinister creak.
Komodo hesitated before making her way inside. No sooner did she step all the way through the doorway than the door shut behind her. She jumped violently at the resounding thud. She took a deep breath to calm herself before looking around.
The room was enveloped in shadows, which writhed and coiled as if they were alive.
"Where am I?"
"Ah, Komodo."
The sinister male voice caused her to glance about fearfully in an attempt to locate its owner.
"Wh-who's there?"
"My name is of no importance," A figured stepped out of the shadows to stand only a few feet from the young woman. Cloaked in a deep red robe that ended just above dark purple boots with a triangular purple sash adorned with green symbols and trimmed in gold whose tip touched the end of the robe, the only part of his face that was visible were two piercing blue eyes. A medallion of some kind hung from his neck by a bead necklace. Two white horns arched from either side of his head to stop short of the pointed hood and a pair of dark purple wings showed from behind his back. "I have brought you here to tell you that your freedom is going to be short-lived."
"M-my freedom?"
"This room will be your new home, soon. When is going to be part of the surprise."
"Surprise? But why me?"
"All will be revealed once you are here. Farewell, for now." As he turned he was engulfed by the shadows.
With the strange figure gone, Komodo was left to ponder his words. No sooner did she begin to wonder what to do next then the shadows began pressing in on her, seeming to suffocate her. She let out a strangled scream as they smothered her.

Komodo bolted upright, a scream tearing from her throat.
"What the 'ell?"
She looked up in fright to see Beelzebumon's three eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Be-Beelzebumon?"
"Yeh, it's me. Be worried if it were someone else. Somethin' the matter?"
"It was...just a nightmare..." She had to draw in a shaky breath to calm herself as the Digimon neared.
"Ya sure?"
"Ye-yes..."
"All right, then. I'm goin' back to bed-"
"Wait!"
"Eh?"
"Could you...could you stay in here?"
The eyes rolled. "I suppose."
Feeling that she was irritating him she said hastily: "You don't have to."
"Eh, I'm in here already, anyhow."
Komodo untangled herself from the sheet and moved closer, as close as she dared without touching him. His presence brought her a small feeling of comfort. "Thank you..."
He grunted. "No problem."

The rest of the week went by with no re-occurrence of the strange dream, much to Komodo's relief. It had left her with a feeling of unease and dread. She tried her best to focus on other activities such as dancing when Beelzebumon was not home or playing different video games with the Digimon when he was. Beelzebumon had bought another controller so the pair could play together and neither were left out.
Komodo was beginning to wonder if Beelzebumon was truly going to find her a new place to stay. Each time she asked if he had found any information, he would wave a hand and grumble about the lack of resourceful humans, then it would be spoke of no more. His reaction was rather odd but she secretly was happy he was not going to ship her off to someone or somewhere else. Despite his physique and his mood changes, he was a good companion and made certain she was taken care of in his own way.
In order to show her gratitude for allowing her to stay with him and keeping her fed and having bought her newer clothes, she cleaned and cooked with the small amount of ability she had.
Saturday morning, after Beelzebumon had left, Komodo busied herself with cleaning. Having already cleaned the living room and scoured the kitchen, she was looking through the remaining rooms to see what would be needed done.
Komodo worked well in to the afternoon cleaning up the bathroom, paying meticulous detail to any crevices that even looked grimy. Once she was satisfied with her work, she moved on to the next room: Beelzebumon's bedroom.
Although she felt rather uneasy cleaning it without him home, she steeled herself. As long as she replaced everything back in its proper place, she did not think he would mind.
She had finished vacuuming and was removing the small amount of items off the oak dresser positioned against the wall opposite the door to place them on the bed.
One item, a small box ornately decorated with musical notes in various colors, toppled over on to the floor immediately after being placed down on the edge of the bed. Its lid slid off from the fall, spilling out the contents.
Komodo hurried to gather up the small items: folded up sheets of paper, note cards, and a strange white device with the cracked screen trimmed in dark purple. She was mumbling apologies to no one in particular, feeling guilty she had let it fall, believing the crack having occurred from the impact.
"The 'ell ya doin' in my room?!"
Komodo jumped violently and looked up, the items clutched to her chest. "I-I-I..."
Beelzebumon's eyes were ablaze, a look of utter rage twisting his face. "That's mine! What ya think yer doin' with it?!"
Realizing she was in danger, she quickly got to her feet and set the items on the bed, keeping quiet as she would if she were dealing with an enraged Kaden.
"Shoulda known I could never trust a human...I let ya stay here and let ya...just-just get outta my room!"
Komodo darted from the room, slipping between the small space Beelzebumon had left between himself and the doorway, and made for the front door.
The young woman ran until she reached the park, hiding herself near the thorn bush her duffel bag once occupied. There she sat with her head in her lap, sobbing softly and cursing herself for her own stupidity. I should have waited...I should have asked. I'm so stupid...no home, no food...no friend. Why do I do this to myself? Having been used to living in the park, she mechanically searched through the bush for her duffel bag. Her heart sank to her stomach as she realized it was still in Beelzebumon's apartment. I have to get my bag! It has all my belongings in it. Do I dare go back now...? No...I'm going to wait a while...
The sun was just above the horizon when Komodo decided to venture back to Beelzebumon's apartment. She stood in front of the door with her fist raised to knock, but was unable to bring herself to. "What do I even say...? That I'm sorry...? That I'd like my bag back so I can live in the park? Just would like my bag back...? Is he even home?" she muttered under her breath in some attempt to calm her racing heart. "Will he even let me have my bag back? Maybe I should check the doorknob." She slowly brought her hand down to the knob and turned it. To her surprise, it turned fully and she heard a soft click as it opened the mechanism. She opened the door enough to slip inside and quickly shut the door behind her as quietly as she could.
She had to stifle a cry of surprise when she turned around and saw Beelzebumon sprawled out on the couch on his stomach, seemingly asleep.
She moved closer to the table and knelt down. Her duffel bag was sitting against the couch, next to the Digimon's clawed hand that was rested on the floor. She chewed on her lip thoughtfully as she pondered a way to get her bag without disturbing the sleeping Digimon. She rested her arms on the table and her chin on the wrist of her left hand. Her eyelids slowly drooped close against her will.

"Komodo?"
Komodo jerked awake, looking around in surprise.
Beelzebumon was sitting on the couch, looking at her with a puzzled expression.
Komodo hurried to her feet, stumbling slightly in her rush. "So-sorry. I was just-" She started towards the front door, not taking her eyes off the Digimon. She bit her lip when he got up and came towards her.
"Don't leave."
She halted, inches from the door. She slowly leaned her hand back until it was resting on the doorknob, just in case he became angry again. Before she had time to react, Beelzebumon had wrapped his arms about her upper back and hoisted her up so that her face was pressed against his chest. "I was so worried ya weren't comin' back."
Komodo's brows knit together in confusion. He was worried...? I thought he was mad at me. And...a hug?
He gave her a gentle squeeze before setting her down carefully. "I'm real sorry 'bout yellin' at ya earlier. It's just...I thought ya were snoopin' through my belongin's. But I found the vacuum cleaner after ya left."
Komodo lowered her gaze, fiddling her fingers. "I was just cleaning...I should have waited until you got home. But I thought I could finish before then. I-I was just moving things from the dresser and that box fell."
He nodded and placed a hand on the crown of her head. "It's okay. Just make sure to ask next time. I'd appreciate it more."
"I-I will."
"Good gal. Oh ahm..." He blushed slightly. "I have somethin' for ya."
Komodo looked up at him curiously. "Something for me?"
"Well...it's more like somethin' to get yerself somethin'. Same difference I suppose. Be back in just a moment." He hurried down the hallway to his room.
Komodo took the time of his absence to absorb what had just happened. He forgave me so quickly...I don't understand. And what is this surprise? Guess I'll find out in a minute.
Beelzebumon returned shortly with something in his palm. He stopped in front of the young woman and held his hand up. "Here."
She looked down to see that is was money. "Bu...but why are you giving me money? I don't think I need it."
"Sure ya do. Get some clothes or somethin'."
"But you already helped me buy clothes just the other day." she pointed out.
A light blush spread across the Digimon's cheeks. "I know, I know. This is somethin' a little different. It's fer ah...something a little fancier, I think."
She tilted her head to one side. "Fancier?"
"Yeh. Kinda like...dunna what ya humans would say it as..."
"Dressy?"
"Yeh."
"But whatever for?"
He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "It's part of the surprise."
"Uhm...I guess I could find something nice. I've not worn anything dressy in years."
"Well ya can go out tomorrow and find somethin'. It's a bit too late. Don't need that punk tryin' ta catch ya."
"You're not going to come with me?"
"I ah...nah. One time shoppin' with ya was enough."
Komodo giggled softly. "It wasn't that bad."
"Feh."
The pair sat down on the couch and spent the rest of the evening watching television.