I do not own Myotismon©, Piedmon© or Digimon©. I do own Brian and all others.
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Erik looked at Brian, tears surging in his eyes, and ran over to him. He wrapped his arms around Brian, burying his head in his chest, sobbing deeply. "Hey, what's wrong?" Brian asked sweetly. Brian's smile quickly turned into a frown. He hated seeing Erik sad. Erik looked up at him, tears streaming down his face. "My dad says I can't see you anymore." He sobbed, burying his face back into Brian's chest.
"Why are you so sad? He says that all the time." Brian said, placing his hand under Erik's chin and lifting his face up.
"No, he's talking about moving back to America 'cuz he's sick of me being around you all the time. He says you and your family are corrupting me." Erik said, now hiccupping.
"What! That's ridiculous!" Brian said.
"Ridiculous or not, we started packing last night, and he wants us to move first thing Sunday morning." Erik said, gripping Brian's hands.
Brian sat silent, dumbfounded. "Erik, I…I don't know what to say…I…" Brian stammered.
"I'm sorry Brian, I'll miss you!" Erik said.
Piedmon reappeared in the doorway, a concerned look on his face. "What's all the crying for?" He asked, walking over to the two. He, this time, wore a black silk sleeveless tee embellished with roses, and a lime green skirt.
"Erik's family is going to move back to America because his dad says we're corrupting him." Brian said sadly, looking up at Piedmon. Piedmon looked at Erik, and then at Brian. "Why? Did Erik stay over here too late?" Piedmon asked, his hands on his hips, his emotions melding between saddened and enraged in harmony.
"I don't know why, I just came home, and I was all happy, and mom and dad were standing in the entrance way, and dad said we were moving." Erik sobbed, burying his face back into Brian's chest. Erik's teardrops landed on Brian's shirt and jeans, Brian's shirt starting to become soaked.
Piedmon took Erik into his arms, stroking his head the same way he did when Brian found himself in a similar emotional gutter. "Honey, we're not going to let that happen, we'll adopt you so you can never see them again." Piedmon cooed softly, as one would to a crying baby.
Erik looked up at Piedmon, awestruck. "That'll never happen, my dad'll fight tooth and nail for me, and he's got really powerful lawyers!" He said.
Piedmon chuckled. "My dear boy, you forget how connected Myotismon is!" He purred, wiping Erik's tears away. Erik still stared at Piedmon, still awestruck.
"C'mon, let's go tell Myo-Chan so we can fix this faster!" Piedmon said, grabbing Erik's hand, and running quickly out the door.
"Hey, wait a sec!" Brian said, getting up from his chair and following Piedmon as fast as his bony legs could take him, this in comparison to the speeds Piedmon possessed, was akin to a common house cat versus a cheetah.
In the kitchen, Myotismon stood at the counter, sipping coffee. He wore black and white pinstripe pants, a crimson red dress shirt, and a black silk tie with a gold bat pendant on it. Nikki sat at the table, also drinking coffee. Rose sat next to Nikki, eating cereal, her petite legs swinging. She wore an orange short-sleeved shirt under an open sleeveless blue plaid button-up shirt, white shorts, and orange socks.
Piedmon ran in, with Erik with Brian in tow. Myotismon and Nikki focused their attention on the now frantic Piedmon, the confused Erik, and the panting Brian.
"Pied-chan, you know you shouldn't be doing any exercise after last night." Myotismon said, confused.
"Myo-chan, this is no time to joke, you need to call all of your lawyers, and we need to have Erik's so-called parents custody and parental rights revoked, PERMANENTLY!" Piedmon said franticly.
"Yeah, Erik's dad is trying to make them move to America!" Brian said, clutching Erik's arm.
"Yeah, my parents are already half-way done with packing, and he's gonna make us move back to Florida, and then we are heading further South!" Erik said, wiping a tear away.
"Aw man. You're kidding! That explains the sad faces when you came in!" Nikki said, stunned.
"I'll call Ken right now. Don't worry Erik. You'll never have to see them again, with the exception of our visit of notification to your 'parents' that we're taking you, and notifying CPS of the abuse that take place." Myotismon said, putting his cup down and picking the phone up.
"Wait, no, you can't go over there; if you do it's over!" Erik said, shaking his head.
"Don't worry; we'll get you one of two ways. Either we can get you legally, or we'll just have to take you in since you'll be declared an orphan." Myotismon grinned demonically, revealing his highly polished fangs.
Erik's eyes widened as he the realization of Myotismon's words came to fruition. "Wait, no! I hate my parents, but not enough to kill them!" Erik said. There was no reply from Myotismon, his phone pressed closely to his ear.
Brian placed his hand comfortingly on Erik's shoulder. "Erik, despite what the show says, my father isn't a cold-blooded murderer, he'll only kill your parents as a last resort." Brian said.
Before Erik could respond, Myotismon replaced the phone, ending the call, and slipped into his blazer.
"Come on, we have to get to Erik's house, Nikki you stay here and take Rose to school." Myotismon said.
Nikki nodded. Myotismon, Piedmon, Brian, and Erik went to the entranceway, putting their shoes on. "We've got to hurry, let's go!" Myotismon said, opening the door.
They all went over to Myotismon's black car and got in.
Myotismon's car roared to life as the ignition started. He backed out, headed for Erik's house. Silence fell over the car as Myotismon drove, their destination, and ultimately battleground, Erik's house, looming into their anxious view.
Myotismon entered the driveway, silencing the now ominous roar of the engine. He and Piedmon exited the car. Brian and Erik followed them, their hands clutched tightly.
Myotismon knocked on the door sternly, and the door opened.