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Story 9

Truly a Lady

LadyDevimon slowly peaked her gaze down the hall. Between all the white and gold architecture of the palace and the lack of any real cat digimon, part of her wished she could be back on the Dark Continent. At least there she could maybe actually get work done. Not deal with the incessant voice within their head demanding they pick their friend up and take them back to the real world. Which meant making sure her room was clean, say goodbye to her roommate and packed everything she owned into a suitcase. At least work could be completed while she was not in the digital world. The one saving grace in this storm of awfulness. If a digimon like herself could call it that. More bullshit than anything.

"I get that you're mad about this." her boss - a lilithmon of all digimon countered, getting a glare in return. "Some of us would love to go back and see our humans, even if it's just to go one place and catch up."

LadyDevimon's gaze returned to the hall. What the hell was keeping her up? She had to have gotten the same message. In through one ear, streamed through a mix of useless information and maybe, just maybe it would actually reach her head. By that point, the information was absolutely garbled up and not usable. Just because they looked nice and hot didn't mean they actually have anything to use it on. Like right now. Why else would there be an absurd number of holes where they should be doors. Was it really that hard to open one? Yes, you would need a variable number of them to accommodate celestial digimon, but that shouldn't be hard.

"There you are!" a voice announced, the bodacious body of an Angewomon making their way over to the pair. "Oh. Miss Lilithmon. I'm guessing you want me to take LadyDevimon to the Real World?"

Lilithmon nodded, focusing on her companion. LadyDevimon gave her boss a sigh and walked over. Why did she have to make this even more awkward than it already was. Couldn't she cle- She probably couldn't, no matter how many claims of divine sight he clients claimed to possess. More likely they got lucky in those situations.

"Can I trust you to not be an asshole?" Lilithmon remarked and got an eye roll in return. Bringing a single nail up, purple goop began to form around the digit. "I get you don't want this. But you have a partner. Like it or not, you need them as much as they need you."

LadyDevimon didn't even look her way. When they left, their human had their shit together. Got the job they wanted and were heading to college. Or something along those lines. What more of a need was there for her to go down. Especially with Ms Wannabe Stripper to take her back.

"If you'll lay off the cats for a little bit." LadyDevimon countered and got a nod from her boss. Her fingers come down, Angewomon using this as her opportunity to grab her visitor. "Hey! You tricked me!"

Lilithmon didn't answer, already out of sight by the time that her employee could even utter her sentence. Of course she was. Actually getting the last word was a skill cultivated over god knows how many years. Not that she cared enough to think about it. No, her thoughts turned too wherever the fuck this teleporter was. Why did they even get a teleporter in the first place? They couldn't be sending digimon through that often. Or perhaps that was how homeostasis got to brunettes. Rumors, the latter was.

"Anything you want to do once we're on the other side?" Angewomon chimed in, silence serving as her companion's response. "I know it's been a couple mont-"

LadyDevimon's gaze shot over. For someone who saw the sun on a daily basis, she would've thought the angelic digimon would have a far better grasp of time than her. But no, she was asking too much.

"A couple years, at least." she countered, forcing her hand free. This was the worst. Still more than likely to go downhill. "Do you at least have something to cover the... you-know."

Angewomon shook her head, the hallway way funneling out into another room. More white and gold, at least here someone decided that carpet around the possibly dangerous teleporter was a-okay. Even then, the actual 'teleporter' part of the room was just a large metal disc on the floor. A panel was placed in front of it. While LadyDevimon didn't recognize the buttons, hopefully Angewomon knew what she was doing.

"Why would I need a shirt? This is more than enough for most situations." Angewomon countered and approached the panel. Tapping a couple buttons, blue light erupted from the disc. "We can both fly. If someone cops a feeling or complains, we'll just ascend up to the sky."

Giving a nod, LadyDevimon slowly approached the disk. Stepping on, Angewomon followed right behind. Grabbing hold of her companion's hand, the blue light erupted forth - engulfing their vision and swirling about in the most disorienting fashion imaginable. Was this how they got back here all the years ago? Swirled about until their vision couldn't handle any more of this and then transported across worlds? No, the journey back was perhaps more gentle. Something involving a swirling mix of colors and weird outlines. Nothing like this at all. Didn't matter. They just needed to wait for the blue light to disappear and give way to something. Usually the sky, maybe even solid ground. She was fine with either. But to be faced down with this white stuff? This was absolutely evil. Rich, coming from her - an accountant of all digimon.

"Do you have some idea on where we need to go?" she inquired, scanning the endless stream of white for any sign of a place to change. Yes, Angewomon declined the offer for a shirt. But that wasn't going to stop her from at least looking refined. Or coming close to that.

"Kinda?" Angewomon remarked and pointed out in the distance. An apartment building stood triumphantly in the face of this piling snow. The Examon flying right by was definitely not part of it. "Oh. I guess we'll need to tread carefully if one of the royal knights is lurking about in a place like this."

LadyDevimon nodded and jumped. Floating above the snow, she made sure to grab her suitcase. If nothing else, no real use in delaying the inevitable. Looking at Angewomon, her partner was right behind. Did get her a front-row view of the angelic digimon's bust. How did those things even stay on? Better yet, how the heck did Angewomon ignore the banging. Probably some bullshit bonding agent or something dumb. Didn't really matter - the journey to the apartment building short and sweet. Now where were they going to actually enter the building. Even with the top terrace, actually seeing how they were going to get in was easier said than done. Why did it have to be snowing? That would've made this not a challenge. Perhaps a cake walk? Yeah, that. They had to have some kind of way to enter. Would be o-

"Lala?"

The glass door slid open, a woman passing through. What looked to be a fancy dress covered her entire body with puffed-up shoulders and what appear to be court shoes of all footwear. Short white gloves cover her hands, going quite well with the emerald earrings hanging from her blonde hair. Done up in a bun, emerald eyes were right on LadyDevimon.

"Denise, it's uh… been a while." LadyDevimon cooed and looked away. Doesn't stop her partner from pulling her in for a massive hug - their lips coming ever so close. No way she was actually going to do that. Outside of that one time at that party. A complete accident, the result of a bit too much cups of punch. Yes, she slept with her. That was all something she didn't want to repeat… right? Why was she so willing to see this through. Her heart (or the digital equivalent of such an organ).

"Best of luck, you two." Angewomon cooed and floated up into the sky. LadyDevimon didn't even focus on her. Not worth the trouble. Karma would truly come her way. Right now, work could come later. She needed to catch up. Maybe see where the night leads.

Notes:

You know, we don't have a lot of fics where the 'Lady' part of LadyDevimon is on display. Which is a shame, since it kind of makes her less interesting than Angewomon (who's appearance and being a partner digimon are the only things going for her).

As for her, we'll be revisiting her soon enough. ;).