Ben10 & Digimon Tamers

Heroes and Humanity

Part 02: Humanity and Heroes

What Happens in Bellwood – Chapter 41

Originally Written: Thursday, November 5, 2015 918AM to 729PM

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Albedo quickly realized Jenrya wasn't going to let him go any time soon. He wasn't tearing up like an emotional human, but he held on to him pretty tightly. He ran a hand through the male's blue hair a few times. He honestly didn't mind. Jenrya felt lighter than he remembered as the male rested partially on his lap. Regardless, there was something pleasant about Jenrya's form on top of his own. Now, if only Jenrya would look up at him, so he could see the silver that he spent many days looking for.

"I'm so sorry." Jenrya whispered after a while.

He looked down, confused. "What for?"

"For avoiding you those weeks back."

"Hm...?" He thought for a bit. Oh, right. He couldn't fathom why Jenrya had done so, but, "I assume this had something to do with you being at Hypnos when the Incurseans first arrived."

Jenrya nodded.

"I will have to ask later then." He rested his hand on Jenrya's head.

"Okay." Jenrya whispered, relaxing against his frame.

At this moment, Jenrya seemed so small to him. He wrapped his arms around Jenrya, and closed his eyes. "I am pleased you have returned to me."

"I'm glad you're okay too." Jenrya shifted, arms tightening around him. "I heard you worked so hard you passed out." Jenrya sighed, "I missed you so much."

Albedo couldn't help but smile, "Doctor Masumoto says I'll be fine." He looked at the plain wall ahead of him. He didn't feel the need to mention the doctor worrying about him possibly being an epileptic. He knew that wasn't the case, so there was no need to scare Jenrya so soon after being freed. Unfortunately, he had the feeling that the true reason would frighten Jenrya more so. Still, he wouldn't wish epilepsy on anyone. Maybe Tennyson, but no one else. He closed his eyes and ran a hand down Jenrya's back. The male shivered underneath his touch. He continued the motion.

"Ryo told me you helped a great deal during the Invasion. I was surprised when you sent that message to me."

"I was not letting them keep you." He felt Jenrya run a hand along the outside of his leg. A feather light touch on the cusp of being ticklish against his pants. He dearly missed the times where being shocked meant something a bit more pleasant. He held in a sigh.

"My hero." Jenrya chuckled.

"I'm quite certain you saved yourself. As you've always been strong enough to." He rested a hand against the small of Jenrya's back.

"It's still nice to know you put so much effort into finding me."

"I suppose." He drawled.

Jenrya poked his stomach. The two sat in silence for a long while. Eventually, Albedo heard familiar light taps against the floor.

"Hiya!"

The tapping got louder as it got closer to him. Jenrya jumped, jerking against him. Albedo steadied the male with his arms.

He looked over the edge of the bed, "Hello Terriermon." He looked fondly at the small digimon.

Terriermon performed a little spin, ears flailing out as they got caught in the gust created. He floated up on the draft and landed on the bed. He flopped down next to Albedo, on his other side. "I'm pooped!" He sighed dramatically.

"I'm sure you worked as hard as I did." He reached a hand down to stroke the digimon's back.

"Why are frog people so crazy?" Terriermon whined.

Albedo heard heavy footsteps. He looked at the doorway as he spoke, "You mean you did not ask one?" He felt a chill run down his spine. The distant conversation he had been hearing from outside the room quieted to near silence.

"No, I was too busy glaring at them for holding everyone hostage." Terriermon sighed dramatically once more.

He looked at the tall digimon dressed in a full onset of black leather. Lean muscles rippled under the creature's clothing as he shifted to lean against the door frame, watching to make sure he didn't hit his head. Albedo noted a red bandanna tied around one of their arms. A purple mask covered much of their head, revealing only three red eyes, a lower face of pale blue skin and short, spiky blond hair.

"Hmm..." He looked the digimon up and down once more, "Beelzemon, is it?" He titled his head, "You're who stepped out when Jenrya opened access to the Digital World."

The digimon gave him a lazy salute, "And you're Albedo Lowenthal." The male's voice was scratchy and robust. Albedo heard Terriermon sigh loudly. "Hear you kept mostly everyone sane when shit went down."

Albedo only smirked.

"Language." Terriermon spoke in a sarcastic voice.

Beelzemon scoffed, "Guilmon ain't here. I thought I said wait for me."

"Beds don't wait for digimon." Terriermon flipped himself as he wiggled and burrowed under the sheets on Albedo's temporary bed.

"I ain't having Yamaki tear me a new one."

Jenrya shifted and sat up, "I apologize, Beelzemon." He looked at Albedo's torso, eyes mostly downcast. Albedo placed a hand on his head.

"Ain't you I'm worried 'bout. You handle yourself just fine." Beelzemon pointedly glared at the lump on the bed. "That one over there on the other hand..."

"Hey!" Terriermon shouted, "I am lovable and fun-sized and it's not my fault people can't handle it!"

Henry shook his head and looked up at Albedo. He gently cupped Albedo's chin and kissed him. Beelzemon made a loud unbecoming gagging sound. Jenrya pulled away from him.

Albedo licked his lips. "I would not mind if you did that again."

"Uwgh! No!" Beezlemon scrunched up his lips in a mix of a sneer and disgust. "I already wanna throw up!"

"Don't do anything with me in this bed," Terriermon commented, beady eyes peeking out from under the sheets, "and no, I'm not leaving. Do you know how many frog men shot at me? Frogmon don't shoot at me."

"You have never met a Frogmon." Jenrya quickly replied.

"Well, if I did meet one, I'm sure they wouldn't shoot at me."

"Ugh." Beelzemon walked into the room ducking his head again. He flipped the chair next to the bed backwards and set it next to the door. "Forgot how annoying you are." He sat in the chair resting his long arms against the chair's back. "Why'd they assign me this job?" He sighed loudly.

"You know you love me." Terriermon made kissy noises at him.

"For someone who is 'pooped', as you say, you sure have quite a bit of energy." Albedo poked the lump of a digimon.

"Stop it."

He poked him once more.

"Stop it."

"What task have the Plumbers assigned you?" Albedo poked Terriermon again.

"Stop it."

Jenrya laughed as he shifted so he was facing Beelzemon. His legs hung off the bed.

"I'm a bodyguard. They're trying to get things back to normal at Hypnos. Looks like the Incurseans had been planning to release and negotiate with some of the inmates."

Albedo nodded, "A potentially sound strategy." He pet Terriermon a few times. He did not comment on the odd mix between a purr and a happy dog-like growl the digimon emitted.

"Yea. So they gotta go through everyone. Systems, jail cells, the building's foundation itself. Make sure nothing's booby trapped, broken, partially damaged. Dolphin showed me some footage of that Shion kid full on beating one of those frog freaks with that cane of his." The digimon snorted, "Damn thing was bloody as all get."

"Payback from them shooting him in the arm." Jenrya murmured. "It's where the bandage came from." He looked at his lap.

"When was this?"

"When the Incurseans first showed up, one of them had grabbed me, and he hauled off and swung his cane like a baseball bat at him. Another Incursean shot him."

"Is this Shion, Trang Shion?" Albedo questioned. Displeasure and disagreement built up within him.

Jenrya nodded.

"What were you doing that close to Trang Shion, in a government facility, no less?"

"It's complicated."

"I am certain it was." Albedo looked at him expectantly.

"They were probably both there on some kind of business. Ran into each other." Beelzemon shrugged his shoulders. "Good chunka humans come in an' outta Hypnos. Who do ya think helps cover damages when Justimon, while fighting an Alien who thinks being on a different planet means no rules applies to them, crashes into some old lady's kitchen during dinner? That ain't no acta Azulongmon, y'know?" He pointed a longer finger at Albedo, "Ain't my business, and don't really care, since the two can handle themselves pretty good, but whatev's." He shrugged his shoulders once more.

Albedo kept looking at Jenrya, who remained silent. His hand petting Terriermon went still and the digimon whined in protest. Beelzemon's explanation made some sense, he supposed, but he was pretty sure that if Justimon busted through Trang's house or wherever he lived, it would probably be on purpose.

He folded his arms as he thought. Surely he wouldn't be the only one to break into Trang's house to make it crystal clear that he needed to stay away from Jenrya, assisting him in a fight or not.

"Quit plotting." Beelzemon smirked. "Plumbers are pissed atcha for some reason. Whatcha do now?"

"Swamps said they're all butthurt because he managed to disguise himself and nab a Plumber blaster and some tech from them during the invasion, but he's been glorifying everything like he stole Takato's brain." Terriermon answered.

Albedo shuddered in disgust. What kind of word was butthurt? He had to nip this habit in the bud, at least around him or something.

"So, that explains the blaster sitting by the bed." Jenrya smirked at Albedo.

Albedo grinned, making sure he hopefully gave off the appearance of a psychotic male.

Terriermon climbed over Henry and him to see the weapon.

Beelzemon laughed, throwing his head back. "Oh man!" He slapped one his knees. "Yamaki's putting them all through boot camp training." He continued cackling as Albedo continued grinning torso quivering as he held in his own laughs.

Jenrya shook his head, "I think only you could get away for so long with having stolen Plumber tech."

"Ah, but it was not stolen. One of their own gave it to me." Albedo smirked as Jenrya and Terriermon gawked at him.

Beelzemon fell out of the chair, still guffawing.

He folded his arms, still impressed with himself. 'And Azmuth still believes I could not handle the Omnitrix. What a fool.'