A/N: Ahahaha. I think all the "sins" are crazy. In an oddly adorable way. XD;
Title: Enter Mana Strife
Characters: Loweemon/Mana
LJ Challenge: 20_fics
Theme: oo3 – "Do you expect me to believe that?"
Word Count: 233
Rating: T
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Just this drabble style story, human characters & digimon personalities.
Given the choice, Loweemon had would never choose to become human once again. Weak. Pathetic. Completely self loathing. He – or more correctly "she" when referring to her human form – didn't want to return to that sort of life again. This form gave him power she never had, even when he was back in the human world. The leader of that infamous mafia, back in Italy, where she was completely reliant on those morons she called "assistants."
Standing in front of coffin, the ten year old watched as her parents were lowered – one by one – into their final resting place. She sneaked a look at the people around her – of whom were looking at her with disgust – and found not one ally among them. Not even from the nanny holding her hand. Her ash brown hair whipped around her, becoming entangled in knots, only then the nanny took notice of her, fixing her hair trying to shield her young charge from the steel that was about to go flying seconds later.
If only mother and father had not passed away...
The thought lingered in his mind just barely, until he felt the glass piercing his armored hand. "Ah..." He spoke calmly as she watched the crimson flow from the wound.
"So even digimon bleed?" The child of wrath thought aloud with a sickening grin.
A/N: Did I confuse you with the pronouns? Yes, I know digimon are supposed to not have a gender, so it wouldn't have really mattered if I left it all "she." But I really wanted to differentiate between the two sides to this loopy coin. And yes, if they really did have genders, Loweemon would still be a guy. Not a girl.