I'm so happy that I finally got this chapter out! I told you guys I was gonna finish this somehow :) Sorry it takes so long to get these chapters out. Between school, track practice, and mind blocks, it's hard to get work done in this stuff. But I've got four days to suffer through at school before Easter vacation, so I'll have plenty of time to work on my stories then :) Nevertheless, I hope you guys like this chapter!


Chapter 6~

I'd never felt this nervous—if that's what this feeling was; it felt like nausea—before, at least not that I could recall. That DigiDestined was so close to me, close enough for me to be able to sense his warmth, hear his breathing, and his scent was beginning to overpower my sensory organs. I could feel my head beginning to cloud up because of it like some humans with allergies might. But this…it felt too good for me to want it to leave. I assumed that this was how some drugs made a person feel.

Davis had been talking for most of the walk already, most of it explaining how all of the DigiDestined group had met and everything else under the sun that he could think of. I was almost certain that he was close to running out of things to say, but every time that I wondered such to myself, I was proven wrong yet again. And again. And again. After the fourth or fifth time, I convinced my mind that there was no way in heaven or hell that that boy was ever not going to be able to think of something if it involved moving his mouth and activating his vocal cords in time with said motions.

But I guess I couldn't blame him. All humans did that once in a while, most times when they were anxious about something. And with me being right beside him, I wouldn't have been astounded if that were the case. I was plotting to kill him after all; even if he didn't know that, he might be able to sense that something was wrong and that would put anyone on edge.

It would be astonishing if he wasn't inwardly horrified of me.

The odd thing was that he didn't appear to fear me at all. In a way, that horrified me. I was the most menacing, bloodthirsty monster in either of the worlds, be it human or Digimon. My teeth were like that of a shark's—a vampire's—and my skin just as ghostly white. And not the watered down version that that Twilight fad had. I was the real thing, worse even.

And yet, here this humanoid was speaking with me as if he truly believed the alibi he'd made for me: I was just some kid dressed up for a party. Sure, he'd been around Digimon for a while now, he had to have fought against some pretty nasty patrons. But were any of them like me? Had any of them broken into his home to come and do away with him in the most painful, bloody way possible?

"Hey, Moroamon? You all right? You're really quiet," My head snapped to face Davis's, his bright eyes glowing serenely with concern. Concern? Master was never like that with me, at least not in a real and truthful way. He tried to act like he loved me to keep me around, but I didn't need love. He took me in, he kept me safe, he gave me a home. He made me numb to the world so that I could never be harmed again.

At least, that's the story he gave me.

I was never sure what Master Devimon meant by that last part; I couldn't recall ever being hurt before. But he said it had happened, and I trusted him. I loved him. "Yes, Davis. I'm quite all right. Just thinking." I knew that it was probably a pretty believable excuse since he would most likely assume I'd have a lot on my mind due to the lie I'd told them (of course, they still didn't know that it had been false). I just hoped that he didn't prod about it. I still felt nervous about his presence; I might let some of the truth slip on accident.

"Oh. Well, are you sure you don't know what Digimon could've been after you? Do you remember anything at all about him?" …Darn. He is going to prod. A feeling of nausea crept into my stomach, but I wasn't sure why. I'd never felt this strangely before, at least not all in one sitting. It was like the time that I'd disobeyed Master and taken four DigiDestined at once, sating my never-ending thirst for a time by drinking all of their blood.

Big mistake.

Not only was Master incredibly angry that I'd gone against him and made my presence in that town obvious, but I couldn't stop vomiting up the meal. The dirt of the Digital World was stained with the blood of humans and my own harsh stomach acids. My throat and neck had ached for days before the pain finally subsided and Master allowed me to go back to the humans' world.

To be honest, I hadn't even wanted to go back, but Devimon had told me that it was completely necessary that I did. So, I trusted his judgment and returned to this wretched and polluted world. I never liked the humans' world, though. It was so…disgusting. They destroyed it with all their wasted resources and unnecessary things; it had once been perfect. It had been created perfect. But then sin came and tainted everything.

I realized with a shock that Davis had asked me a question some time ago. Glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was gazing back at me with concern printed upon his face. Concern that he might show another human. A friend. "I…No, Davis Motomiya. I don't know anything. Regarding him, anyway." My voice automatically took on a cold disdain when I referred to Master—well, not Master himself, but who I was pretending to have as my master in the story. In the lie that I'd made the DigiDestined members believe.

Judging by the look on Davis's face, he seemed to believe me. The boy even appeared to feel pity, sorrow, pain, and all because I'd lied and made him think I was some little angel in a demon's body. That thought made me feel…dirty, and I wasn't sure why. I'd never ever sensed that kind of a thing, no matter who I'd lied to or what it had been about. It was completely unlike me, unlike what I'd always been and forever would be, unlike—

"Are you sure you're all right?" This time I couldn't even bring myself to drag my cold eyes back to his. They were so warm, so inviting, so…human. That had to be it. I was only feeling this way because I was tearing myself apart by striving not to flat-out attack him. That was all this was. "It seems like there's something bothering you."

I glanced at the tan-skinned teen, casting him as much of a tenderhearted smile as I could. The expression felt foreign upon my face, and it probably looked the same way. But it would have to do for now; perhaps it would become easier to conjure up in time. "Of course, I'm certain. I'm merely befuddled with this whole situation, which, if you ponder it for a moment, is truly understandable." I wasn't sure why I was actually telling him the truth now; it felt…necessary.

It felt nice.

But nothing could compare to the moment that followed. Davis smiled at my words—he smiled at me. His smile was beautiful, as sweet as a human could possibly be. As perfect as a human could possibly become without having been altered by the Holy Ghost. His honey-hued eyes sparkled with a touch of relief, glad that I was all right after all. The show made my heart race, my soul bound around within me with a glee that not even it understood fully.

I was so afraid of these feelings; I had no idea what they were, let alone why I felt them! It didn't make sense, none of it did! Why was this human boy having so much of an effect on me when none of the others of his kind ever had? It was impossible that a human could have any sort of control over me. The only living being that was allowed to order me about was Master, and he had ever single right to do so. I was his, I belonged to him, I was his creation.

But this boy, this DigiDestined…what was so special about him that made my head throb in time with my beating heart? My soul was burning as if it knew that a great rapture was on its way, all because of this human. It had to all be in my head, perhaps my ignored bloodlust was trying to regain my attention. It had to be something similar to one of those two hypotheses. Nothing else came to mind nor made sense.

I was drawn from my thoughts like a crow to road-kill when the teenager's voice returned to my doggish ears. "So, Moroamon, you've been in both worlds now, right?" He had his arms crossed behind his head now as he walked, everything about him telling me that he felt quite all right in my presence. Had he truly forgotten what I'd tried to do to him and his friend? Or had he bought the first lie I'd given enough to just not give it another thought?

Such an odd boy.

Nodding slightly, I drew my unblinking eyes away from the dark yet bright-eyed teen. "Yes, Davis. I've been to the both of them on multiple occasions," My eyes were, yet again, upon the fair skin and delicate form of the human, the pale orbs drilling into the boy. They searched desperately for a reason behind his question. "Why do you ask me such a thing, Davis?"

The Motomiya child seemed a bit taken aback by my heavy stare, his posture taking on a bit more of a nervous stance. If I hadn't had any sense of self-control, I might've let a pleased little grin appear on my face. This was how it should be, him fearing me and making me the only one in control of the actions of others. It was just how things like this worked. The superior would always rule over the inferior.

He finally got over his apparent 'stage-fright', ridding it from his soul with a mere shrug. Davis's face lit up in a way that reminded me of the word 'perfect' when another smile drifted onto his lips, being cast in my direction like a lure to an unsuspecting fish. "I don't know. I just like hearing you talk, I guess," The human laughed at the look of complete and utter shock that I gave him as soon as his words reverberated out and into the air where I may try and grasp the depth of them.

I was learning it was much harder than merely stating, 'Oh, so that's what he means'. No. It had to mean something more; there was something beneath the surface of his skin that he was hiding, and those words were but hints at it. But what could it be? I couldn't interrogate him, for that would definitely make the wrong impression and drive him away from me. I would lose this interesting humanoid, let alone Master's pride and faith in my eventual success.

But that brought up another inquiry. Why could I not stand the thought of being without this being, this delicate, smooth-skinned creature? I could crush him, break him, decimate him—all of it was so simple, so easy to do! However, I could hardly stand the thought. Why? Why was this happening to me? What was happening to me? What was so different about this one? What did he have that the others did not? Why—

"Hey, Moroamon! You sleep-walking over there?" Davis's laughter roused me from my coma of thought, my pale eyes turning to stare at him curiously. His laugh was so pretty; it made my heart flutter and my soul feel as if it had been set on fire. How could he do all of this to someone with so much more power than what he had? How? "We're at my place. C'mon, I'll race you up the stairs!"

I stopped and stared as he ran into the building; slamming into the door, he turned and, grinning at me, beckoned for me to follow him. Feeling both puzzled and driven to obey, I bounded after him, moving at a normal, human pace instead of what I was truly capable of. My natural speed wasn't necessary here; it was without use to me around Davis. Besides, it would be best not to draw attention to myself.

Davis led me to the front door of his apartment, though I already had known where it was to begin with. I thought it best not to mention such a thing; reminding him of that night probably wouldn't be such a smart idea. It seemed that he wasn't bothered by the incident, but alerting him to the fact that it was fresh within my own mind might alarm him.

"We're probably going to be the only two home since my parents are still at work and Jun's probably out stalking Matt or something," I stared hard at Davis as he turned the key in the small hole, hearing the tumblers moving within the lock and the final click that signaled the door was now open-able. Brown eyes turned and looked into my ghoulishly pale ones, making me feel a bit threatened for a reason I couldn't quite place my claw on. "Will that bother you at all?"

After gazing motionlessly at the youngest of the Motomiya family, I slowly shook my head. This was, of course, a complete lie. If I was alone with Davis, it would be unbelievably difficult to keep myself from attacking him. But my soul craved the bonding time with him for reasons that sickened me—I didn't know what they were, but I was certain that if I did, they would nauseate me to no end. My common sense told me that this was a bad idea, every fiber of my physical being quick to agree.

But my soul…

"…Moroamon?"

My head shot up quickly at the sound of my name being called, trying to appear normal-ish when I saw Davis staring back at me from within the apartment. He seemed both concerned and confused at my repetitive actions, this constant losing myself to my thoughts, thoughts that I refused to let him in on. "Yes, Davis?" In my attempt to appear average, I'd thought it best to say something, anything. Two words were good enough for me.

Not for Davis, though. "…Are you sure you're okay? You're acting really…strange…" I'm a Digital Hybrid who's supposed to have killed you already, and should be trying to kill you right now. But I can't seem to do it. If that seems okay to you, then I'm hunky-dory. If I wanted to stop alerting Davis to my oddities, then I would have to convince my mind to shut off for the time being. I would have to focus on my befuddlement about this whole situation when time favored me a bit more.

Trying to smile again, I came forward into the house nodding my head. "Yes, Davis. I'm quite all right. Just…a lot on my mind…" I couldn't bring my tongue to form any kind of lie, even if it would mean I'd get him to stop asking me questions that I couldn't answer without revealing something I shouldn't about myself. There was something about Davis that I didn't want to lie to. It felt wrong to think about it like it was something that should be changed.

My ability to smile convincingly was apparently getting better; Davis accepted my response with a smile of his own. The sight made my soul flutter as if it had been shredded by the claws of a beast and a gust of wind was blowing its serrated remains around like torn fabric. It was so unlike anything that I'd experienced before, and it was maddening to think in such a way. Why was this all so knew to me? Why—

I stopped myself hurriedly. No more thinking like that. Davis will start to become alarmed if you continue to lose yourself to the recesses of your wonderings. You'll expose what you truly are. Who you are. Forcing myself to abandon the ponderings currently residing within my brain, I returned to reality, attempting to lock the door to my mind so that I could not return until later.

It was something that was very hard to do, though, having always had more than enough alone-time to be able to think as much as I wanted. I'd never had someone besides myself or Master to be paying attention to, and now that I did…it felt so odd. I almost couldn't stand how it made me feel to have someone in my presence that was weaker than me, but not deathly afraid of me. This being before me even seemed pleased to have me sharing the same atmosphere as he.

Davis gave me a bit of a tour around the house, showing me all the rooms and telling me all kinds of little stories about some of the things that had happened in some of them. One of said tales had actually made me laugh. Me, a being often referred to as a devil by my victim's families, laughing. It nearly gave me cardiac arrest after I'd realized what I'd done.

The brunette walking before me didn't seem to notice my near-death reaction to a sound of my own making, though. Laughter was normal in his world, he was surrounded by it daily. He himself had the most beautiful snicker that I'd ever heard emitted from a human's throat. But it was an action that I was not accustomed to, and it had stunned me beyond belief that my body was even capable of producing such a thing. At one point, I'd thought that only humans could laugh in that way. The way that was not vicious, not deadly, but gentle, carefree…

Loving.

Nevertheless, the little tour ended just about as quickly as it had begun. Davis said that all apartments were simple like that, and that you got used to the normality of it after a little while. He then led me into a room that I recognized with ease: Davis's bedroom. It looked different in the daytime rather than at night, appearing more homely and less threatening. It didn't seem like the proper place for an attack at all.

While the events prior to having met him haunted my mind like ghosts in a cemetery, the ever-jovial humanoid I was currently passing time with hadn't seemed to have thought of it even once. He was still smiling contentedly as he set his backpack down on his bed, unzipped it, and allowed his little Digimon partner to finally get back out into the open.

The little blue dragon-ish creature was quite dramatic about it. He sprung up out of the pack gasping for air as if he'd been drowning, looking depressed as he gazed up at Davis. "You need to make more room in here for me. And why does your Math book smell like Tai's feet drenched in pickle juice?" As if to prove his point, DemiVeemon pulled out the rather hefty book and took a big whiff of it. He jerked it away with a sickened look.

Davis stared at his cerulean friend with a raised eyebrow. "Um…I have no idea…" He reached down and lifted his little buddy out of the bag, holding him in the air as if he were a small child. "Why were you sniffing my Algebra?" The brunette goggle-head lowered his partner and sat him down on his bed, only to have him jump onto the floor and coming waddling over when he saw me.

Walking around Davis and making a beeline for me, DemiVeemon replied in his usual, jovial tone of voice, "You always say that Albegra stinks, Davis! And now I know why!" The Motomiya boy chuckled at the mispronunciation of his least favorite class, finding the degradation of it funny. I probably would've humored the much smaller creature as well if I hadn't already been preoccupied with the fact that it was coming closer. Much too close for comfort.

I could feel my flesh begin to crawl with anxiety as the happy little being inched closer to me, seemingly unaware of what he was setting off within me. My hand became fists as I strived to control my need to get away as soon as possible; I had to try and seem normal for Davis to believe that he had nothing to fear. If he were afraid of me—even though it was the rational thing to do—then Master's whole plan would fail, and all because of me.

I could not fail my Master.

DemiVeemon, despite a warning that his human partner tried to give, jumped up and wrapped his little arms around my leather-clad shin with a cheerful greeting-cry. Rubbing his face against my led, he exclaimed in a tone that reminded me of wind chimes, "Maroomon! I'm so happy to see you!" Bright eyes looked up at me, no emotion other than glee able to be found in them. "How are your eyes?"

What…? My brain utterly scrambled from the close proximity and disbelief at how much cheer one little creature could stuff itself with, I had no clue what the Digimon was talking about. Having him mispronounce my name was one thing, and a thing that I could deal with, but really. What in the world was that little thing going on about. How are my eyes?

"Don't you remember earlier today?" Yes. But you appear to have forgotten, or I'm more oblivious than what I once believed myself to be. "Your eyes were stuck," As DemiVeemon removed himself from my leg and started toward Davis, the main point of his topic hit me like a truck. Earlier today. What I'd been watching so intently.

Who I'd been watching.

I reached out with my hand as if to stop him, but it was far too late for me to do anything now. The blue demon climbed up onto Davis' lap and jumped up to poke him in the chin. "On Davis." Silence filled the room aside from DemiVeemon's grunts as he continued to bounce up and down, tapping the boy's chin whenever he could actually get up that high. Every muscle tightened in my body, awaiting any kind of reaction from the human who made me feel so strangely.

After finally getting his Digital friend to give his chin a rest, Davis returned his light, airy gaze to me. He was smiling as if my having followed him to his school wasn't a big deal, and even seemed to be…amusing him. "Do you wanna explain, or should I let DemiVeemon?" He chuckled sweetly, finding my darn-it-I-can't-get-out-of-this expression humorous.

In my opinion, this was one of the worst case scenarios I could've run into. Around this boy, I found it incredibly hard to lie, and now I had to tell him something believable about why I would be wandering around his school in the daytime with all kinds of other people absolutely everywhere. If I were to say the wrong thing, I risked the possibility of blowing this whole mission out of the water. One little word could be the death of me.

But I had to try. Something was most likely better than nothing in a situation like this. "I was…thinking about what had happened a day or two ago, and about how there were more DigiDestined than who I met. I knew that they went to school with you, so I tracked your scent to the building and wandered around in the air ducts from there.

"I hadn't found any of them before running into some of the other Digimon in the ducts as well. I decided to get out of there about then, and when I took my exit, I ended up in the rafters of the gymnasium. I was up there with your Digimon and his friends while you and your classmates were…doing whatever you were doing. I was curious, so…I might've been staring…" I trailed off into silence, not quite sure how much of what I'd told him was truth and what I'd fabricated from falsehood.

Expecting Davis to freak out at the new knowledge, I readied myself to get out of that place as fast as possible. Master's plans could be re-thought-out if need be; it wasn't the end of the world. I'd be brutally beaten, that was a given, but Master would forgive me within a matter of days. Pain was something that I could deal with, as long as Lord Devimon ended it with the promise he always did, 'Love is pain, Moroamon. I'm only teaching you how to love.'

However, the human sitting mere yards away from me did not overreact in the tiniest bit. In fact, he didn't even act like the thought it was odd. With a chuckle that expressed none of the emotions one would anticipate, the teen chided lightly, "You know, if you wanted to meet everybody else, all you had to do was say so," He smiled brightly at me, and it was then that I wondered what he saw when he looked at me. For, obviously, he didn't see a monster like I did whenever I looked into anything resembling a mirror.

I stood near the closed bedroom door awkwardly, feeling strangely puzzled and confused. He took this so calmly, so easily accepting everything that I said and did and thinking nothing odd of any of it. It was almost as if he dealt with seemingly satanic, demonic creatures often, so much so that he was now used to them coming to him. Heck, as far as I knew, maybe they did. I hadn't been following him around long enough to know about that.

Nevertheless, the fact that he didn't appear to fear me was something that I found…oddly enticing. It made me want to pry his mind open and tear it apart, all for the sake of discovering what made him so different from the other humans in this world. If that question was impossible to answer, then I at least wished to find what he did fear, maybe even try to become that in an effort to make myself feel less insignificant compared to his current superiority. But I knew I would probably never regain control of my emotions when it came to this boy.

He was like Master, but didn't appear to be planning to beat me if I did something wrong.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" The question fell from my lips too quickly for me to be able to catch it. I assumed that the sensation I felt when it tumbled into the air was similar to that of someone watching their friend throw themselves off of the roof of a building in an attempt to escape the hatred and ungodliness that existed in this wretched world. In my case, I risked giving away the fact that I felt uncomfortable not being feared since all Digimon cowered before me, be it because of my ties to Devimon or tales of my fighting abilities.

Davis stared at me, too stunned by the unexpected question to be able to answer instantly. Even his talkative little friend found it hard to find his tongue. It felt as if years passed by without a word passing through the universe that our silence had made, but finally, the human re-discovered his voice. "…Why should I be afraid of you?" His auburn eyes burned in the most beautiful way thanks to the setting sun's lights passing the clouds that the on-coming storms made, its brilliant reds and golds making their way through to light up the world for the last moments of the day.

They burned because of me. And for once, it was not the fiery heat of rage.

"When we met, you said that you hadn't meant any harm to Ken or me. I looked in your eyes while you spoke, I watched how you moved and listened to the way that you talked, and I didn't feel threatened at all. I didn't get the sense that you were lying at all, and I still don't see why you would feel the need to lie at all. I just…don't see any reason why I should be afraid of someone who just wants to figure out what's going on in a world she can't remember.

"So," A small smile found its way onto Davis' face, instantly lighting up the room much better than the sun or any lamp could have. "Why shouldn't I want to try to be friends with you?" He looked at me like I was some kind of long-lost acquaintance that had often wandered into his mind, reminding him of fonder times when he was younger. And now, that little friend had returned to him, and he was eager to catch up and go back to the way that things had been before.

But I didn't know how to be a friend. To anyone.

And looking past that quite important note, I could barely believe that Davis had accepted all of my lies, finding no fault in me even after he ensued his own investigation of me. I wouldn't have expected him to be so observant when it came to strangers, but here was the proof. He hadn't completely trusted me to start out with, but I'd been a better liar that what I'd given myself credit for. My actions and expressions had a mind of their own, and I hadn't even known it. At least they cooperated with me, though.

It made me happy to know that I still had him right where I wanted him, trapped underneath my web of lies and deceit, completely unaware of the black widow lurking in the shadows awaiting the moment when she might sink her fangs into her prey. But until that time came, I would patiently wait for the opportunity of bloodshed to present itself. I would wait forever if it took that long. And while I waited, I would continue to bait the absentminded with lies and magic.

A false smile inched onto my face, and I allowed my voice to become soft and tainted with cheer, a hint of regret slipping in for added effect, "Thank you, Davis. That…means a lot to—" I came to an abrupt stop when the sound of a door opening and closing echoed through the once quiet and empty apartment. Someone else had come home; I could hear them walking across the floors, entering the hallway. Coming this way.

A sense of urgency that felt an awful lot like fear crept into my heart, and I knew that I had to leave right away. If I was noticed by another human—especially one that wasn't a DigiDestined—Master would throw a fit that would end quite painfully for me. I knew that he meant well, but…I still didn't want it. Moving instantly towards the window, I glanced hurriedly at a startled Davis. "I'm sorry, but I cannot be seen by—"

"No!" Davis jumped up from his seat on the bed, his fists clenched and his eyes expressing a determination that almost seemed to…challenge me. Stunned by his unexpected show of emotion regarding me, I stopped, one hand resting on my method of escape: the open door of the balcony. Turning slowly, I locked my pale eyes with his dark, lively brown. Even as I stared at him in this menacing way, he didn't seem afraid.

His voice took on a slightly softer tone as he lowered his fisted hands to his sides, his head drooping almost as if he were wordlessly apologizing for interrupting me before. The submissive scene made my heart stop, but more out of astonishment than pleasure. Weak did not suit him. "It-it's only my sister. You don't have to go just because—"

"Davis?" The doorknob rattled and a female voice sounded from behind it; my nostrils were flooded by a scent very similar that which belonged to the human that was already in my presence. It was almost too much for me to bear. "Who are you talking to…?" A light brown-haired teenager about a year or so older than Davis poked her head in through the door, but her voice caught in her throat the second that her eyes met mine.

She knew to be scared.

Throwing the door open the rest of the way, she raced over to her brother. Grabbing his arm and dragging him back to the door, she held the stunned boy tightly as she shouted at me, "Get out of here, you…you…freak! And never come near my brother again!" Her whole body trembled hard enough to force Davis to quiver right along with her, the girl's bottom lip shuddering as if she were about to sob out of fright. The sight made me feel so powerful. I liked it.

But I hid my pleasure, knowing that I had to play the part of the goody-goody who didn't know what was going on half the time. Holding my palms up submissively, I began to continue on my way out the window. I was eager to get out of the aromatic room; it had filled up with both of their scents and my head was starting to feel light and airy, like I'd overdosed on something I shouldn't have touched in the first place.

However, Davis wasn't ready for me to go. He fought his way out of his sister's grasp, and swiveled to face her with rage burning in his face. "Jun, she's not a freak! She's a Digimon just like DemiVeemon, and you love him! Moroamon's just…different, that's all!" Turning from his frightened sibling, the confident boy strode over to me, standing right beside me as if I were his best friend in the world and he was defending me against some bully. I couldn't stop it from touching me in a place I'd never felt content in before.

"She's my friend, Jun, and you're going to have to get used to her being around here because there's no way that I'm going to tell her to leave no matter what you do! You can tell Mom and Dad about her if you want, but they're okay with DemiVeemon, so I think that they'll react the same with Moroamon. So, do you have any other problems with my friends?" He crossed his arms defiantly across his chest, his hair being ruffled by the wet wind that rolled in through the open balcony door, the pounding of the rain now the only sound in the room.

To say the very least, I was shocked. Davis had stood up for me and called me his friend despite barely knowing me, trusting that I was a good person even though he had been a few minutes away from being killed by me. Not that he knew that for certain, but I was almost positive that he could put two and two together and assume that that's probably how things would've ended up between Ken, him, and me. But even then…

I couldn't take my eyes off of him, the way that he stood so valiantly, ready to say anything that would mean Jun would back off. It was so different compared to the way that he'd practically begged me to stay for a moment or two longer. His eyes had been so soft then, like the dust of the earth after the sky's tears had wet it. Now, they were dark and hard as desert stones, unconcerned about how deadly I looked, having no idea how hungry I was and how tempted I was by him.

It physically hurt me to be unable to touch him, to reach out, grab him, and drag him away with me into the night. I could hardly stand to be in the same room with him any longer, but I knew that I couldn't leave now. If I'd wanted to leave, I should've hurried before Jun came in, I shouldn't have submitted to Davis by stopping, by waiting to see what his plea would be. Why had I done that, anyway?

Jun's jaw fell open at her younger sibling's show of insolence, apparently not used to seeing such a side of him. I knew that most brothers often argued with their sisters, but this was different. They weren't fighting over the television remote or who got the last piece of brownie; this was about another person and whether or not they were trustworthy.

Davis appeared to have won. The brown-eyed girl scowled at her brother, glanced tentatively at me, and scurried from the room like a dog that had just been hit for stealing from the table. The human standing beside me decided that if he was going to win, he was going to rub it in his sister's face in any way possible, so he shouted after her, "And you're supposed to knock, too!"

I honestly could've laughed at the way that the air was suddenly light again, no longer plagued by the heavy tension that the previous conversation had brought on. But I held my tongue, knowing that I had allowed myself far too many freedoms with this boy today as it was. I had to learn how to control myself better while around him; it was so easy to forget how different we were when he was so accepting of me. It was hard to remember that I was here to earn his trust, and then kill him and drain his blood in the name of Lord Devimon.

The thought made the room feel cold, the dark rain outside suddenly even more appealing than it already was. But I didn't want to leave yet; I could feel Davis' eyes looking at me with wonder, perhaps pondering whether or not I was going to leave him now. I was wondering whether or not I was going to leave. Despite the chill that rippled through me from my thoughts, I could feel the boy's body heat warming my icy skin, though we were not touching nor had I touched him once before. I wanted to, though. I wanted to know how he felt, forever have his scent upon my fingers. But not now.

I made my decision then. Pulling the balcony door closed, I met Davis' gaze, the intense look he held instantly becoming joyous when he saw that I was going to stay with him for a while longer. But not much longer; I couldn't handle him for an eternity. The bouquet that he gave off so unknowingly would drive even the strongest bloodsucker insane, and now I knew what it was because of.

Davis was the only DigiDestined I'd met that did not fear me. I smelled his lack of fear.

Utterly unaware of the turmoil that raged within me, the human continued to enjoy the pleasure he felt knowing that I would remain there with him. Starting to turn from me, Davis gestured for me to follow him out of his room as he said brightly, "C'mon, Moroamon, Jun's probably locked herself up in her room, so the kitchen's free game!" A twinge of sadness struck his voice, causing me to stare at him more intensely than I had been before. "You can go after I get you something to eat."

Everything stopped around me. Of course, Davis had no idea what ran through my mind when he'd offered to feed me—he didn't know what I ate. Nevertheless, I silently followed him out of the bedroom and into the small kitchen. I stood like a marble statue in the doorway as he rifled through the cabinets, muttering incoherently to himself for the most part.

Then he turned to me, smiling like an angel as he asked in a rather casual tone, "Anything I can make you? I'm a pretty good cook once me and the stove get on the same page," The grin on his lips hoped to coax an emotion other than tense emptiness from me, but it did little against my now-guarded mind. I had to control myself; I had to. It was hard enough to do so that I had to keep repeating that to myself over and over again in my head.

"…Davis? I don't really…eat…" I chose my words carefully, leaving no space for him to question what it was the I did eat if I even hinted at the fact that I did indeed need some kind of sustenance. Seeing as how I was finding it easy to forget to lie around him, I had to make sure that I didn't let anything incredibly important slip out. Like that fact that I wanted to eat him and his friends.

The humanoid looked at me incredulously. If someone walked into the room and saw him, they would've thought that somebody had slapped him across the face. "…Really?" His voice was but a gasp, as if the notion of never eating was like a death sentence to the boy. Which, in a way, it kind of was. "Well, then, that's even more of an incentive for me to make you something!" Davis cast me another little smile as he pulled a pan down from the cupboards. It was as if he were trying to make me believe him when he'd said he was a good cook.

I was starting to wonder about that.

"Oh, and just so you know, if you hear the fire alarm go off, it's fine. It likes to overreact sometimes," The honey-eyed boy chuckled to himself as he turned the burner on, turning to me yet again. I found it odd that he looked at me so much; it was as if he were trying to convince himself that I was really there, that I was staying true to my world by not leaving yet. But I still found him odd. Why wouldn't he want me to leave? His sister was scared witless of me; it didn't make sense to me that he wasn't, even if he had told me why he wasn't.

This boy made no sense at all to me. It was like giving an Algebra 1 student a Trigonometry problem and telling them to do all of it in their head without anything to help them. It was like giving an infant human a Chemistry set and expecting them to create a new element that could be used to replace gasoline. Or telling a gold fish to explain how the world had been created. You just weren't going to get anywhere because they couldn't do any of that.

That was about where I was at with Davis here, although, he didn't seem to notice it in the tiniest bit. Sure, I probably confused him a bit by how I acted and spoke some of the time, but it was nothing compared to what he was doing to me. At least he could think about one thing for a length of time and not have me pop into his thoughts like he did to mine. I couldn't go for a minute without Davis intruding within my head. It was unlike anything I'd ever—

"Holy!" A series of loud bangs snapped me out of my Davis-centered thoughts, almost startling me enough to make me jump with surprise. But, having been trained by Master Devimon to expect the unexpected at all times, my eyes merely shot up from the floor to stare at Davis with confusion. He was holding another pan with two or three scattered around him while staring at something on the counter.

Noticing that I was staring at him oddly, he slowly lowered the pan and grinned impishly at me. With a light, it-wasn't-me kind of chuckle, he filled me in briefly on whatever I'd missed, "A spider tried to sneak-attack me. I countered with this pan," He waved the silver cooking utensil at me almost proudly. "But it's okay now. He's…twitching." Aiming delicately, Davis brought the rather large pan down hard on the counter, the bang ringing through the kitchen and causing a ring to start up in my ears.

At this rate, I was going to be here all night long.


And that's Chapter 6! Once again, sorry about how long it takes to write this story. I'm trying to plan the chapters out beforehand now so that I don't have to make them up as I go along, so hopefully that'll help get through them a bit faster :)

Okay, I'll give you guys a hint at what might happen in Chapter 7: I foreshadow what happens with that spider Davis just beat the snot out of (no, he doesn't use a pan to crush a giant spider. Even though that would be awesome). But I'll leave it at that before I give the whole plot of the chapter away :) Thanks for reading!