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Story 18

Revisited: Blessed

Angewomon 'stared' at the door, attempting to bring forth the courage to knock or heck, ring the doorbell.

After dropping LadyDevimon off to whoever that lady was, the angelic digimon had hoped to get a short reprieve. But no, that was asking just a touch too much from the powers to be. Especially with the rumors of an Ophanimon Falldown Mode and other high-powered digimon on the loose throughout the United States. Sooner or later, someone was going to come to a head. Which meant having to come back down here. This time, the trip was personal. Consequently, that also meant permanent. Or at least till whatever evil that was threatening to destroy both worlds had passed. Always one or the other here.

"No use standing here." she thought and bent down and pressed a finger to the doorbell. A loud 'snap' echoed from the button, pieces of the device dropping to the porch. Then came the chimes. Sounding less like they were bearing against something long dead and perhaps trapped within, it reminded Angewomon of a child's recital. The kind where parents dragged their butts in and proclaimed how beautiful their child sounded. Even if it sounded like a drug-riddled cat using his tongue as a stringed instrument. Though, that should've gotten someone to come out and see what the racket was. Right? Or was the general state of the doorbell just a normal part of her partner's day that she just ignored it? Let alone her parents. The expectation was someone always at the door when the doorbell rang. What exactly had changed?

Eventually, the door opened up and a woman peered through. Dressed in a ripped up polka-dotted tank top struggling to contain a large set of watermelons and a scandalously short skirt, she was a far cry from anyone her Mary would ever interact with on a daily basis. Add in those devilishly red eyes and black hair with red streaks thrown in, it made both sets of short black spikes hanging from the fingers a touch unnecessary.

"Yes?" the woman remarked and Angewomon took a step back. Or would've, if not for the woman pulling her into the home's entranceway. Coming awfully close to having her helmet clip the top part of the doorframe. Ducking at the last second, it was relatively smooth sailing. "Wait! You're Mary's partner."

Angewomon did a double take. While the angelic digimon wasn't sure who this person was, something about them came across as familiar. Where had

"Uh… I accidentally broke your doorbell." she explained and watched the woman head back outside. While she debated joining her, it was probably best to just wait. Eventually, the woman returned. She didn't look too mad. "Uh… Could you tell me your name?"

The woman nodded and led the ultimate digimon into the dining room.

"Gwen." the woman greeted and received a double take from Angewomon. Underneath her helmet, memories of days gone by lashed through her mind.

A high school gym, after hours. Some bimbo slut laughing her fucking ass off. Even went through the trouble of barricading her in. Not that a small pile of sports equipment would really hold an ultimate digimon in. She wasn't completely sure what she had done to deserve this.

"Well Gwen," Angewomon answered and made her bow appear. Pulling back, "Wife or not, I believe we have some unfinished business."

Gwen did a double take. Taking a couple steps back, she did her best to squeeze under the table. If she was lucky, the arrow would get stuck in the table and not hit her. If that somehow turned out not to be the case, she would have quite the explaining for her wife when she returned with all the groceries.

"Hey. That was back when I was a kid." she countered and found herself facing down a hole created from the attack. By no means her favorite piece of furniture "I've changed quite a lot."

Angewomon rolled her eyes. There was no way this girl was telling the truth. She must have pulled the wool under Mary's eyes and made damn sure that no else could break her away on the woman. That had to be it. No other explanation would fit this current situation.

"I'm home!"

Turning around, Angewomon found herself facing Mary. Even in all the years that had passed and the inches gained, she could still see Mary within all of that. Sure, the pants and plain t-shirt weren't the best choice here, it would work for today.

"Angewomon?" Mary continued and made a beeline for her partner. Angewomon brought her bow back down and waited a moment for the attack to dissipate.

"Mary, what possessed you to marry this heathen?" Angewomon accused and watched Mary's gaze shift to Gwen. "She shoved me into a closet and left me away from you."

Mary took a deep breath. Focusing on her wife, she helped Gwen back up from under the table.

"People change." she answered and sat down. But not before gesturing for her partner to take off their helmet. "Holding grudges is not the way I taught you. Remember?"

Angewomon nodded and removed her helmet. Setting it down on the table, the angelic digimon's attention met that of her partner.

"I'm sorry." she whispered and looked towards Gwen. "Will you forgive me?"

Gwen nodded.

"Of course." Gwen answered.

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"This should be the place." Mary announced, coming to a stop in front of the door to the penthouse. Looking behind herself, time was taken to make sure the two most important people in the world were still behind her. Decked out in fancy cocktail dresses, she had even managed to get her partner to forgo the stupid bra she kept calling an outfit. That was a small victory in the war of clothes.

"Oh yeah. I remember coming here." Angewomon announced and smoothed her cocktail dress out. While she would've grabbed a boa to go with the dress and shoes, that was somehow too 'gaudy' for a small-time event like this. While the angelic digimon would beg to differ, it was not her call. Just finding a dress that fit her relatively tall body had been easier said than done. Even when they did, Mary and Gwen still had to take it to a seamstress to have it adjusted. Thankfully, that didn't stop them from being ready for this outing.

"Doing what exactly?" Gwen inquired and Angewomon let out a sigh. For all the time she had spent with these two women, had that story not been told yet? Not that it really mattered here. Especially with the pair in question right on the other side of the door.

"Dropping Denise's partner off." Angewomon answered and focused on her partner. Mary knocked on the penthouse door and waited a moment. Nothing. They were very much on time for this party. What exactly could be holding Denise and LadyDevimon up? "Ugh… stupid buzzkill too caught up in her work to let an opportunity get in the way of the numbers. If I didn't know better, you probably hate fun, LadyDevimon!"

Right on cue, the door opened up and LadyDevimon stared at the trio. Going with a black pinstripe skirtsuit for this outing, a diamond ring hung proudly to her massive claw. Finishing the outfit was a set of black spike heels.

"For the record, I've been given leave to plan out a proper honeymoon for my wife." LadyDevimon cooed and pumped her chest out. Getting an eye roll from her rival in return, she let out a chuckle. Served as a perfect cue for Denise to walk up to the pair. Sporting a dark gray evening gown, emerald earrings hung proudly right beside her beautiful blonde bun. Gold bangles sat tightly on her arms, leading right into a similar diamond ring to LadyDevimon's.

"We're happy to hear that." Mary announced and watched the pair step out of the way. Stepping inside, Angewomon and Gwen followed right behind. "I guess that means we have much to talk about then."

Denise and LadyDevimon nodded, cracking a smile right after.