Faith could feel blisters forming on her ankles, and was sighing audibly on purpose to express her discontent. Heels were an awful idea, however she didn't realize she was going to get slurped up into a computer that day, and she was famous in the real world, so she had to keep up her image. She used to bitch and whine about long days getting dressed up and singing, and doing interviews, acting, and traveling too much. However, she would have taken that over walking pointlessly in the woods for hours towards some unknown destination.

And only having Dashielle as company was making it worse. Not that the others were an improvement, some junkie who was entirely obvious, who would yell at his own shadow, and that stuck up tomboy with limited fashion sense. But Dash was just flat out boring, he was probably the breed of person who didn't even know who she was, has never read a magazine, didn't listen to pop or know any of the latest gossip. He seemed like the type to hang out in his parents basement and play old video games, and probably hasn't even touched a girl. The worst companion she could imagine, at least Bree was going for that heroine chic look, this guy looked like he walked into a walmart and grabbed whatever was assembled on a mannequin.

Monmon liking him more was also grating her nerves. Four hours of walking, and not once did her "partner" walk beside her or say anything (not that he said anything, ever, anyways.) But he already had a digimon buzzing around him all the time, he definitely didn't need two fawning over him. Stupid Dashielle.

"Maybe we should have gotten better directions than just 'walk straight'," she muttered bitterly, her feet hurt like hell and she was so not accustomed to this treatment. Also, the sun was starting to set, and a short skirt and tank weren't helping keep her warm and toasty, "I didn't think I'd say this, but I wish we were back in that shitty mud hut right now. At least it was cozy and there was food."

"Well I'm not exactly thrilled either," Dash quipped, Puroromon flittering around his head, "but you heard the giant flower lady, we need to find 6 more of those giant freaks and kill them or we don't get to go home."

"And you believe that?" Faith snapped, exhausted by this point, "she's just leading us on, she probably has some magic wand she can wave and send us all home and just doesn't want to because we're young and attractive and have fancy cellphones that glow."

"Digivices, not cellphones."

"Whatever."

"Were you even listening during all of those talks? Do you even have ears that function?"

Faith crossed her arms, "yes, and this is my opinion. I think this whole thing is a waste of time. I listened to the whole thing and I'm not buying it, and I don't think walking around like lunatics in the forest is helping anyone or accomplishing anything."

Dashielle gave her a dirty look, "we're looking for a village that Rosemon said was being affected by those demon creeps, so we need to help them out, and stop being so negative. We can accomplish something once we find the place, we just need to keep looking."

"well then you should look to your left," Faith said snidely, seeing signs of a building off to her side, she pointed as though it were obvious, and very much so enjoyed the stunned look on Dashielle's face.

Pierce had a heavy feeling in her heart, and even with Beelzemon at her side, she felt oddly out of place that day. He was looking handsome as always, seven feet tall, dark, clad in leather with wild blonde spikes of hair, how anyone could not find him irresistable was beyond her, how any of the digimon could be disgusted by the thought of being romantic with a human was also beyond her. If they could be best friends, partners, and bound to each other for life, why couldn't they be in love?

Maybe it was the physical part of it that bothered everyone, or maybe their children would be considered an abomination, but most likely it was just an unknown concept and it'd never happened before. Either way she was sick of wandering around by themselves, love was great, but having no one else to speak with was becoming a drag. Beelze was wonderful, sexy, exciting, and his loyal traits outdid those of a dog's, but she missed having friends, missed being able to not be in Beelze's company and still having someone to protect her.

The village they were currently hiding at didn't seem to mind their relationship as much as the others, but she chalked that up to it being full of baby digimons, and their leader was a holy type digimon, free of judgement. She sat in front of the town's main hut, built entirely out of old straw and yellowing grass, tracing patterns in the dirt, and scuffing her boots across it every now and then to wipe her god awful drawings away. Beelze was only a few feet away, conversing with the village leader, a white cat digimon, with gloved paws and purple ear tuffs. It took a few minutes explaining about Beelzemon's past, and how he had changed for them to allow him inside the village, the leader was intelligent enough to recognize him, and they had learned all about how his former team member was causing them issues in the area.

They hadn't encountered any of the other demons yet, however they'd run into a lot of their lower ranked minions, and judging by what the villagers were saying, it was only a minion that had been destroying their huts and stealing the smaller digimon. However Beelze still took these digimon seriously, because they offered up hints on which areas to avoid. For some reason, he wasn't entirely into the idea of meeting up with his old pals, and most of their actual running around was to avoid contact with them.

He sauntered back over to her, "Gatomon says we can spend the night, but we should probably leave tomorrow. I don't want to run into any trouble and they seem to be having a lot of it. It's only some ultimate level lacky but even so, it'd be dangerous to stick around."

He was so serious when it came to her safety, it was a big change from his usual sentimental and googly eyed self, the side that she saw the most, him cooing and awing and treating her like a princess. His voice was much different in these scenarios, stern even.

"Not dangerous for you," Pierce pouted, making squiggly lines in the dirt again, "you could just kill the digimon and save this place. And these cat people don't seem to have an issue with us being together, so why don't we just live here? Maybe have a normal life?"

Beelze looked sympathetic, he crouched down beside her, still several feet too tall to make eye contact, and stroked her shoulder delicately, "They don't have an issue with our being in love, but these are holy type digimon. All these tiny Nyaromon are going to grow into more Gatomon, and eventually into angels, and last time I checked angels aren't that fond of demons. And my history isn't exactly helping."

"They seem to understand though!" Pierce could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, "it's pretty obvious you've changed, you have a human partner and everything, you're different now, if they're willing to let us stay even a night, then maybe they'd let us stay forever."

"It's too dangerous," he insisted.

"You just don't want to run into any of your old friends, even though we should be helping everyone get rid of them, look at how much garbage they're causing. And I bet if we stuck around and helped out in the next attack, and tracked down the demon lord that is sending his minions here in the first place, and destroyed him too, we could have a home and they'd all like us and your history wouldn't matter!"

She was having a full on crying fit, enough was enough. She was sick of running away and him saying everything was too dangerous, he was stronger than any digimon she'd seen, and was on the same level as the other demon lords. The idea that they were fleeing from discrimination as well as those jerks was driving her insane, they just wanted to be happy, she just needed to be happy, and have a home to stay in and grow old in and raise children in. And he was too worried about danger to let them experience life together in a normal way.

"You're rambling again, you really need to calm down and get some sleep."

"It's the afternoon, I'm not tired," Pierce snapped.

Suddenly the Nyaromon were bouncing around having a fit, meowing wildly and all heading towards the leader, Gatomon, who was on her hunches and hissing, claws readied. They were all staring wide eyed at the approaching strangers, who were, to Pierce's shock and delight, human shaped, and followed by two small digimon. A boy and a girl, she excitedly leaped up and started towards them.

Beelze grabbed her arm with slightly more force than usual, enough to make her flinch and cast him a less than happy look. He was shaking his head slightly, and she could just hear his voice in her head going "it's too dangerous." but for once she shook her arm free, and darted off towards the strangers, who looked equally as shocked to see her.

The Nyaromon and Gatomon ceased hissing and panicking, and shrugged off the previous suspicion upon realizing the visitors were human. They slowly began going about their business again, which mostly consisted of bouncing around and meowing at each other, and grooming each other's fur. Beelze didn't join her as she closed the distance between her and the other humans, only stood waiting cautiously in case anything should happen.

She spoke to the boy first, because as happy as she was to see another girl, she looked as though she would have an attitude, while the boy looked easy going and probably more likely to greet her, "who are you and how are you even here?" she asked, but not in a demanding way, she was just highly curious and estatic.

"My name is Dashielle, and this is Faith. Puroromon, and the monkey is Monmon. And we don't know how we're here. How are YOU here?"

"Got sucked into a game," she said casually, she pointed to Beelzemon, who was still lingering a ways behind her, "that's my partner and boyfriend, Beelzemon."

She waited for them to react, be appalled, throw up, run away, or do anything else that all the digimon had done in the past upon finding out about them. She figured dumping the news on them right away was the best start, no secrets, so no misunderstandings. Dashielle's face didn't change even slightly, he just stuck out his hand as if to shake hers, and she happily accepted. The purple haired girl, Faith, she was called, wrinkled her nose a little, and gave her an extremely serious look as she asked,

"You fuck that guy? Is his junk in proportion with his height?"

Faith had a lot of unanswered questions for Pierce, most of which were highly invasive and inappropriate, she just couldn't shake the fact that the mismatched, different species couple probably were intimate by now, and was trying to fathom what it looked like. High maintenance or not, Faith wasn't exactly a stranger to the red light district side of life, and she had curiousities and a tendency to overstep herself when asking about other people's relationships. The more she knew, the more she could judge and compare herself and her previous dating experiences, positively and negatively.

Back inside yet another hut, the Nyaromon, who were ten times more adorable than Monmon could ever hope to be, had given them all berries and bread, and some mysterious looking meat that nobody had even dared to touch. Who knew what kind of animal you could be eating in this strange world, was what she pictured was on everyone's mind as they pretended to ignore it's spot on the table. Even their digimon avoided it, which was pretty bad.

Faith noticed this Pierce girl was the only one she'd met here thus far that could have possibly shared her same opinion on fashion and makeup, she wore a victorian style corset dress, with a shortened skirt that fell just above the knees, mid calf height cowboy boots, and had a rose pinned into her highly styled short hair. She could tell, even under these conditions, that this girl was originally from money, and they probably used to have a lot in common, before they got sucked into this universe and she started dating a dark digimon freak.

Beelzemon wasn't even that awful, he wasn't saying much, but was extremely attentive to Pierce in a way that almost made Faith jealous. She wished Monmon was that cool, and protective, instead it just stared ahead like it normally did, clueless, speechless, and possibly drooling just a little. At least he was sitting closer to her this time, maybe he was starting to notice that Dash had his own digimon and that he belonged to her.

Dash had spent the past half hour explaining themselves, how they woke up here, how they met Rosemon, how Terra had gotten squashed by Leviamon, and how they were told to track down and destroy the demon digimon or they wouldn't get home. Faith saw Pierce grow gradually more and more uncomfortable every time he mentioned destroying the demon lords, and finally, being as forward as she was about Beelzemon's sexual prowess, she blurted out, "what's your deal, you don't seem to like the idea of us destroying the demon fucks, why the hell not? Don't you want to go home?"

Pierce looked shocked at first, then ever so tragically sad, and it made Faith feel irritated, however she answered, "Because Beelze is one of the demon lords, or was, before he met me."

Dash swallowed audibly, and puroromon fluttered behind his head as if to hide, Monmon didn't even blink, as usual. Faith wasn't surprised, she could read people pretty easily, and she felt something was up the moment the topic was introduced. All the years of being a teen idol made her prone to sensing bullshit when it was around.

Beelzemon took that moment to speak, his voice a huge degree more soft than Faith had imagined it in her mind, "I was. And I'm sorry to say you aren't a match for them, they are all mega level and have digimon that obey them and do their dirty work, usually ultimates and champions, and they're all sinister and dangerous."

"If you say they are all mega level, that means you are as well, is that correct?" Dash inquired.

"Correct."

The purple haired girl couldn't resist jumping down his throat, digimon or not, seven feet tall and looking like a scene kid and a biker thrown in a blender or not, she demanded in the bitchiest tone possible, "Then you help us destroy them. You're partly responsible for this shit, and I have tours to go on back home and need to get the hell out of here."

"I'm not partly responsible for anything," Beelzemon snarled, outraged, "I left early on, I didn't enslave anyone or wreck anything, I met Pierce and devoted myself to her and only her, so I'm not helping you do anything. We're avoiding those 5 fools until they fizzle out and living a peaceful life."

Faith snorted, "doing a good job. Sounds more like you're afraid to help us because you know you can't beat them."

Dash raised his hands sheepishly, "can we not fight each other, jesus Faith you can be a real pain. Don't take her seriously please, she's just stressed from walking all day."

The couple exchanged looks, Pierce looked like she was leaning towards the side Faith was going for, Beelze had a hint of grief on his face as though he knew he was going to get swayed.

But before anyone could respond, the shrill meows of the Nyaromon filled the air, loud even from inside the hut. Faith watched in awe as Beelzemon grabbed up Pierce in the blink of an eye, noting her express was very stubborn and that of a scolded child, and flew to the door to investigate, his quote unquote girlfriend scooped in his arms. Dashielle grabbed Puroromon mid flight and joined them, his glasses slightly askew and almost cute, in a messy sort of way, Faith reluctantly followed, Monmon trailing absent minded behind her.

"Well, what's the big deal?" She remarked, the sounds of all the crying baby digimons was annoying at best, even though she wished Monmon was half as vocal.

Beelze scoffed, "A champion level digimon is attacking, but Gatomon is nowhere to be found. Typical Holy digimon, always vanish when trouble comes."

"Be nice!" Pierce muttered in exasperation, "You said earlier it was an ultimate, this would be easy for you to take care of, we should help them."

"Nope."

Faith tapped her toes impatiently, "Stand aside, losers," she shoved the 7 foot tall biker, and feeble Dashielle out of the way, feeling like a complete diva while doing so. She was so tired of wandering around, no digimon was going to ruin their stay at the village, not after she walked in heels all day to get there. Rosemon's stupid plan or not, she wasn't ready to get bossed around by some monster, not after seeing Terra take on a full blown demon lord by herself. She'd already spent all day feeling as though they were accomplishing nothing towards the end goal that she wanted nothing to do with, the least she deserved was a good nights sleep indoors.

The problem was very apparent, some sluggy goop of garbage was thrashing around like a maniac, with broken metal pieces lined down it's "body" and random tubes sticking out in every direction out of the sludge. More apparent, were the massive claws coming out of what must be it's arms, and razor sharp fangs jutting from it's face. Faith was taken aback almost instantly, only to realize that she almost stepped backwards on top of her partner. Maybe this would become a habit, Monmon had been around her for at least two hours now, she thought, and to her surprise, the thought made her happy.

Beelze sighed, "this could become a pain, let's go Pierce."

The tiny girl, looking even smaller in his arms, snorted at him, and shimmied down to the ground, "I've finally found other humans, I'm not going anywhere B. Sorry but we need to stay here tonight, and that asshole is ruining it for us."

"Don't swear," was all he shot back, however he refused to move from his place. He looked as though he wasn't used to this side of his human companion, clearly.

Faith gave him a dirty glare, "I have to take care of this by myself then?"

The idea made her nervous. Her digimon didn't grow huge and she didn't want to throw herself in danger, she didn't even speak to Monmon, and they'd never been in a fight. The only fight she'd even seen in her life was earlier that week, between Leviamon and Terra, and in the real world she only saw people argue. Somehow dealing with bitches on sets was a lot less intimidating than playing war with a giant trash monster.

"Not really," Dashielle quipped, and she noticed for the first time that Puroromon looked entirely different, and was already glowing. It was essentially the exact glow Agumon had, but was a beaming bright yellow. He was also much bigger, and closer to Monmon's size, but was still very much so a giant bug and was buzzing even louder than usual.

"What the fuck is that?"

Dash shrugged, as his newly evolved digimon zipped towards Faith, it's antenaes going crazy and it's glow faded. Faith couldn't help but swat at it instinctively.

The smell emitted from the monster digimon was enough to make her want to puke, and the Nyaromon were still bouncing in all directions, meowing like crazy. It slid around on it's makeshift sludge body, knocking down tents and ripping holes in huts, and a few of the baby cat digimon were thrown aside viciously by it's claws. It was getting closer and closer to the group, and still nobody had taken action.

The bee digimon beside Faith introduced itself in a voice that was hard to understand, it sounded like a buzz and an automated answering machine combined, "I'm Fanbeemon now, and me and Monmon should be able to take care of this!"

Faith nodded, looking at Dash briefly, he was clearly accepting of Fanbeemon, but also looked a little reluctant to join in. Typical Dash, she only knew him a few days and could already tell he was too much of a pacifist to jump into any sort of confrontation, he was more of a speaker than a fighter.

"That is called Raremon," Beelzemon finally said, still remaining on the sidelines, "he's really slow and stupid as hell, you should be able to take him down easily with Fanbeemon and Monmon, like he said but watch out for his metal gas attack."

"How do you even know all of this?" Pierce pondered out loud, suspiciously eying her boyfriend.

But Faith didn't hear the answer, because before she knew it, the Raremon was practically on top of her, swinging one huge smelly claw in her direction, she yelped and jumped aside, landing on her heels with a grace she didn't know she had. She tucked her long purple hair behind her ears, and slid her ball cap to the side so her vision wasn't obscured, "I thought you said it was slow?!" she yelled at Beelzemon, who simply looked away, whistling in a very immature fashion. She saw Pierce jokingly slap his arm before returning her attention to the digimon in front of her.

She was already certain she would grow tired of all of these people, minus maybe Pierce, who seemed to be on board with her way of doing things. She tended to like people who agreed with her. But her boyfriend digimon was driving her insane and they'd only just met.

Another claw came hurtling towards her, and much to her surprise, Monmon leaped into action, kicking the Raremon's arm in the opposite direction, and away from her. The monkey still looked brainless, but for once was actually doing something, Faith was thrilled, progress.

Fanbeemon struck instantly afterwards, jabbing the sludge monster with it's razor sharp stinger, but was quickly swatted to the ground in a tangle of wings and legs and antenae. Dashielle ran from the door of the hut, taking his partner in his arms sympathetically, "you don't have to fight," he pointed out, but Fanbeemon was already struggling in his arms, and twisted himself away, flying towards Raremon for a second attempt. Dash was quite obviously unimpressed.

The attention of the monster was on Faith and Monmon once again, and it was ignoring the stinging attack of the bee digimon, Faith was knocked on the ground, the nyaromon bounced past her in a hurry, leaving the scene completely, she didn't blame them, she wanted to run away too, but getting back to the real world was a pretty high priority, and this goon was in the way of the real threats. She thought about all the people at home, all the boring days in front of the camera, in the studio, she even thought for a second that she missed her manager, she certainly missed having loads of money and lattes and new lipsticks.

Instead of enjoying a day on the beach, wearing a cute bikini and sipping on a ten dollar drink, she was on the dirty ground, and only inches away from getting stomped by something that smelled like rotting garbage. She felt like crying hysterically and rolling over, but couldn't. Her stupid cellphone device was vibrating in her pocket, and glowing bright green, strong enough to be seen through her pants, "fucking thing!" she ripped it out, it was totally engulfed in the mysterious glow, and she suddenly realized how silly it was to not have put two and two together.

Raremon never finished taking a step, let alone stomp on her, because her newly formed digimon was standing in between them, face towards her, back taking the full brute of the weight of the monster attacking it. Faith was awestruck, Monmon had changed, just like Agumon to that dinosaur, and Puroromon to Fanbeemon. No longer was he weak, and short, and green, with dull lifeless eyes, he was completely the opposite. This new digimon was tall, maybe even Beelzemon's height, with shiny blonde fur, and giant grey hands, a strong muscular chest, and a giant bone strapped to his back. He even had a gold ring on one of his fingers, which Faith had to admit was a vast improvement over the leopard print rag Monmon wore.

She glanced over towards Dashielle, who was shocked for his own reasons, because not only had Monmon changed, but even the newly evolved Fanbeemon had as well. She had to laugh, both of them evolved to save her from getting trampled, her feelings of being important had suddenly been justified.

"That's unusual," she heard Beelzemon say skeptically, "Puroromon JUST digivolved into Fanbeemon, and now Waspmon? I've never seen anyone do it that quickly before."

"Making up for lost time, I guess?" Dashielle offered, rubbing his head. For the first time in days he looked genuinely confused, and a bit disappointed.

Faith barely remembered that exchange happening, regardless of how well Dash and his bug were doing in the grand scheme of things, she was totally focused on her new partner, who was a handsome upgrade to what she'd been stuck with earlier. He was still witholding Raremon's entire body from going any further, without even flinching. He smirked at Faith, as if he sensed her feelings of being impressed, and in one swift movement, dropped into a crouch, lifted up on Raremon's arm, and flipped him like a coin into the dirt.

He scooped up his human partner, who had a beaming smile that she just couldn't hide. He held her, and they watched the toppled over digimon struggle to turn itself, and fail miserably. Dash's partner, now a giant mechanical bee with robotic wings and metal armour, flung itself towards the crashed enemy, a blue lazer beaming from it's stinger and hitting the massive pile of sludge, vaporizing it completely. The ground around where Raremon had once been was now smoldering, and the newly evolved Waspmon reverted back to Fanbeemon in the same yellow glow.

Faith allowed her new partner to set her gently on the ground, rocking on her heels slightly. He shrunk almost instantly in a green burst back to Monmon, who looked clueless, and almost unaware of what had happened. She felt a little annoyed that he had to turn back to normal, but at least now she knew he was capable of being useful, and that he liked her enough to want to come between her and danger.

Beelze scoffed slightly, Pierce looked content with herself, "we'll stay here tonight, and move on tomorrow."