Me: Hi guys, Panda here. I know I haven't updated this thing in literally forever, but bear with me. I actually have something to write about.

Lunar: Is it one of the requests?

Me: No, it's better than a request.

Tsukaimon: What could be better than- Oh crud. Please don't tell me you're doing that pairing.

Me: Yes, yes I am.

Lunar: You ship the bad guys…

Me: Shut up, let's role.

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Couple: Lucemon x Megmon (OC)

Rating: K+

Description: A king did need a queen. He had just been hoping that his would have been one.

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He was going to kill MagnaAngemon for this. Or at the very least, have him thrown in the dungeon. Either way, he was going to get revenge.

Lucemon clenched his hands into fists, trying his hardest not to scream at the Digimon who, no matter what the time, always seemed to be within five feet of him. And she never stopped talking.

It had been stupid of him to agree to marry some girl he had never even seen a picture of before. MagnaAngemon had been there at the time he had been dumb enough to admit it wouldn't hurt for him to get married. That idiot angel had suggested his own daughter, saying that no one wanted to marry her for whatever reason. He now knew why.

Now there was really nothing wrong with her appearance-wise. In fact, if he had wanted a spouse that looked to be about his age, meaning having the complexity 10-year-old human child, she was spot on. However, when looking at her intellect and maturity in comparison to his own…

"Luce-kun, are you alright?"

"Please stop referring to me as that, Megmon."

"But I don't wanna! We just got married, and newlyweds are supposed to be all lovey-dovey!"

"I don't care. Would you mind leaving me alone for a moment?"

"I kinda would… Guilty is kind of mad at me, since we moved all of a sudden, and he needs to cool off for a couple of hours."

"For the last time, Guilty is just a stuffed doll. He does not have the ability to speak."

"Sure he does! You just can't hear him because you don't try to. In fact-"

On second thought, execution was too good for MagnaAngemon. Torture was definitely the better route in this case. And perhaps he could find something to charge Megmon for. Something along the lines of 'driving the king to lunacy', or 'treason against the king's sanity'.

As Megmon continued to rant on about her extensive collection of toys and each of their names, Lucemon slowly turned around to face her. He didn't care what he had to do at this point, as long as he could make her stop talking.

"Megmon, what do I have to do in order for you to leave me be for the rest of the day?" the Angel Type Digimon inquired, cutting off Megmon mid-word. She tapped her chin a few times, her jade eyes looking off to the side for a moment.

"Huh… You know, there are so many different things I could say to answer that question…" the young blonde trailed off, her light red tail lashing back and forth as she fell deeper into thought. A rather strange grin curved across her face as her cheeks reddened a bit. "Oh yeah, there are definitely a lot of answers I could give you. But then again, you're not really that romantic, are you?"

"Just pick something already!"

"Alright, alright! Don't get your… whatever you call that white robe-thingy in a knot!" Megmon giggled, her fangs seeming to lengthen with her smile. After a few more minutes of thought, the demonic female smirked and grabbed ahold of Lucemon's arm, taking off running before he could even comprehend what she was doing.

Megmon came to a stop almost as soon as she had started running, her newest destination being a door covered in splotches of several different colors. Barely able to contain her excitement, the girl opened the door and darted inside, latching it behind her.

At this point, Lucemon was switching from rage into complete terror. There was a specific reason why he and Megmon had different rooms, and it was not just because it was customary for kings to do so. No, it was because she probably had at least five thousand stuffed toys, all of which were positioned to be staring forward at all times. The worst part was that their button eyes always seemed to follow him whenever he went in there.

"Come on in, Luce-kun! You did want to know what you had to do to get me off your back!"

The small king gulped, his mind wandering as he thought of what Megmon might have planned. But it was too late to panic now. If he let on that her room terrified him, it wouldn't do his pride any good.

So, reluctantly, Lucemon entered into what seemed like a hall of stuffed toys. They were all Digimon, each of them signifying a different individual. Megmon said they were voodoo dolls, but he had trouble believing her. There was nothing that threatening about her.

"See, Guilty? I told you he'd come."

Wait a minute. They were doing that?

"Megmon, what is this?"

"It's a tea party, silly! Don't tell me you've never gone to a tea party!"

Sure enough, Megmon had taken her two favorite stuffed toys, Guilty, a Guilmon X plush, and Gomafer, a Gomamon X plush, put plastic tea cups in front of them, and was currently waiting for her husband to join them. So far, all she was getting was a blank look.

"No."

"You wanted to know, Luce-kun. Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"I suppose…"

"Then sit down over there. Now."

The last part of her statement was more of a commanding growl than a suggestion. A few seconds were spent contemplating whether or not he was going to join them. Then again, all of Megmon's friends consisted of all of these dolls, and that one Growlmon X who stood guard duty occasionally by her room. And he wasn't one to spread rumors.

"Yggdrasill, help me…" Lucemon muttered under his breath as he sat down across from Megmon. She flashed him a grin, glad to see he was finally spending some time with her. "I should be keeping watch over the Digital World, but instead I'm sitting here playing around with a bunch of dolls."

"We're not playing with dolls, silly!" Megmon giggled, clapping her hands as laughed. After a moment, she reached behind her head and undid the two pink bows holding her hair up into pigtails. Although it wasn't really hair that was held up by the ribbons, but rather ghostly black energy that held a bit of resemblance to hair. "We're playing with dead Digimon!"

"Pardon?"

"You know, Digimon that got beat up and died a long time ago? Yeah, I can talk to them!" At this Megmon broke out in hysterical laughter once more. Lucemon just sat there, staring at her for a moment. Why couldn't he have married someone sane?

"But that's beside the point. Do you want some tea?"

"I am actually not very thirsty, so-"

"This is a tea party, you're drinking tea," the black-clad girl interrupted forcefully, pouring some of the hot beverage into Lucemon's cup. The blonde sighed, a bit annoyed. However, the second he looked away from Megmon his eyes locked on a toy that vaguely reminded him of himself. And it had a noose around its neck, waiting to be pushed off of the ledge it was perched on in order to be hung.

Despite the fact that he did not believe Megmon when she said that all of her toys were voodoo dolls, the sight of a plush version of him about to be hung was still a bit disturbing, especially in his wife's room. This was the last place he had expected to see that.

"Luce-kun?"

"Yes, Megmon?"

"Why don't you like me very much?"

"What?"

"You heard me, why don't you like me very much?"

That would explain the noose. Considering how crazy Megmon was, it wouldn't surprise him if she handled rejection with violence. He just wasn't sure how violent she could get…

"Well… It is… A bit complicated," Lucemon started, his blue eyes staring at his legs. He was hesitant to look up at his wife just yet. Then again, maybe not making eye contact was ticking her off.

"Go on."

"I would say the largest problem is your habit of shadowing me, followed by your slightly immature behavior, and lastly your overactive imagination. You are not communicating with dead Digimon, Megmon. Trust me."

Lucemon stayed very still as he waited for Megmon to say something. Even if she did attack him, there was little chance she would win. He was stronger than most Ultimate Levels, after all.

"So if I ignored you, acted like my dad, and thought like a robot, I'd be perfect for you?" the green eyed Digimon asked after a moment of thought, her tail curling around her feet. At this the Angel Type Digimon was intrigued. Megmon was capable of a slightly intelligent conversation?

"Not exactly, you see-"

"Oh, I got it now. You want me to act like a queen you've read about in one of those books of yours, huh? Well I've got news for you, kid. Not everything happens like in books. I will never stop being an imaginative person, got it? Because I am awesome!"

It seemed as though it was hard to keep Megmon sad, as the last part of her statement turned into a fit of giggles as she threw her arms up over her head and fell over onto her back. Once she had calmed herself enough, the demonic child sat up, her green eyes filled with some strange kind of emotion.

"Well, I'd say it's time for Luce-kun to do that thing that will keep me away from him for the rest of the day!"

"Finally…" Lucemon let out a sigh of relief, glad to find that everything was slowly going back in the right direction. Pretty soon he would have finished the laborious task of keeping her away from him, and it was barely past noon.

"There are some steps to this one, so pay attention. Step one; you have to be leaning over me."

"Why?"

"Just do it! Step two; you have to untie the bow around my midsection."

"E-excuse me?"

"Are you going deaf or something? Untie the bow!"

"I think I may see where you are going with this."

"Then I bet you know what you're doing next, handsome."

Well, she wasn't that bad of a queen. Her manipulative abilities were pretty good. By the time the end of the day came, he had spent all of it with her.

He was still going to kill MagnaAngemon for this, though. His pride was still mad at that guy. His wife was a lunatic, after all.

Then again, she was a pretty hot lunatic.

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This was kind of all over the place, wasn't it? Well, Megmon is kind of an all over the place kind of Digimon, so it all works out. Frankly, this doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of Megmon's character. I could probably write an entire Fanfiction based on this idea, but I never will.

Keeping Lucemon in character is hard... . He talks so weird in Frontier. I also tried to incorporate the whole 'Demon Lord of Pride' thing in there a couple of times, which conflicted with Megmon's normal ways of acting. There is literally no possible way to embarrass her. She has no pride. Well, reputation based pride, anyways. So yeah.

Drop me a review, guys! I wanna know how this went!