musing the day away...[open]

[vergil]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][bg=#000000] Vergil eyed his reflection on the bathroom mirror, a frown on his face as he gazed at the newly formed bruise. The skin on his cheek was now turning a purple tint. The soft, and once flawless skin revealing how delicate it could be. He continued to stare, his mouth forming a thin line as he put on a face that lacked expression and character. He moved his jaw a little, his teeth grinding together as he tested if this movement would cause him pain; it did. Wincing a little he reached up with one hand, touching the damaged skin gingerly. It hurt, the now sensitive area causing him to close his eyes for a few seconds before parting his lips as a sigh escaped them. Though he looked like his head was empty of thought his mind was racing. Vergil was worried his mother would question him about the injury if she saw it. She would, she always had a sharp eye for the smallest details. His mother would probably spot it as soon as he entered the house. He would have to fabricate a story, like he did in the past. Vergil knew he would have to be convincing, blaming himself for what had happened. He had been clumsy, yes, that was it. He was clumsy and he fell, toppling over and falling on his face. But would she believe he would be clumsy enough to allow such a injury to occur? She would probably ask why he didn't break the fall with his own hands. Vergil mumbled something indecipherable before starting to think again. He hated to be duplicitous, especially toward his own mother. But, he was good at it. His many lies in the past hinting toward his expertise in the art of dishonesty. Licking his dry lips, he redirected his attention from himself to the small figure standing behind him. "You can't keep doing this, Vergil. If those damn bullies keep this up they'll end up killing you," the figure said. Vergil's eyes narrowed as he looked over his shoulder as his Digimon glared at him. Her blueish-green eyes revealing her anger and sadness. But she was reining in her temper just enough to not show it in her face and posture, keeping her body still as she spoke calmly. He noticed that her voice was quivering a little. The Floramon was obviously trying hard not to give into her emotions. Maybe she was acting more like him. "You can't keep lying to your own mother, Vergil," she growled. He could tell she wasn't in the best of moods. By the way she talked, and what she said. Also she addressed him by the name of 'Vergil' instead of 'Verg'. Vergil turned on the water to the sink, splashing cool liquid into his face. He felt his jaw twitch as pain flared in his damaged tissue. But he ignored it, just like he did in almost everything in his life. He didn't let it reach him, he didn't allow it to bother him. Stress, anger, grudges... they weren't allowed to linger in his mind. He didn't want them to. They would only deter him from other problems and worries in his life. Emotion always did that. "You can't keep lying to yourself," the plant Digimon continued. "You just keep allowing them to do this. It's like you like being punished for no reason! Do you like them to hit you, to push you. Hell, they even spat on you!" She paused, waiting for a response. But of course, he didn't give one, continuing to wash his face, his bruise still paining him. Vergil's thoughts drifted away. What was on the agenda for today? It was Friday, so homework and a little bit of studying on the side was first. Then he could start on that novel in his backpack. He was suppose to pick something up from the store as well, a item that his mother requested. Only problem is, was that his money was gone. "Then they had the gall to take your wallet, take your money, and then throw the wallet at your face. And do you know what you did?" Floramon continued. Vergil then thought of his chores. Clean his room, wash the dishes, do the laundry... "Nothing!" Floramon said. Vergil then bended over, picking up his dark turquoise colored backpack. He slung it over his shoulder, and spared the Digimon a glance. "Are you done?" His voice was deadpanned, and he sounded more apathetic then the Digimon expected. His only response was a gasp, and then a growl. "Yes," she replied. "Good, then let's go. We are expected at home in a hour," Vergil said. Floramon wanted to say more, but she only sighed. This was her partner, her terribly passive and unresponsive partner. But she still cared about him. Her only want from him was that he smiled just a little more. What was wrong with that simple wish? It had been granted years ago, but he quickly returned to his old ways. His eyes didn't even express what he felt. They just seemed so vapid. Like a white wall without color, without decoration. Floramon bowed her head, and followed him out the bathroom. They entered the empty halls to the school, walked out of the building, and headed for home. Only, Vergil took another route. The Digimon wanted to ask where they were going, but she suddenly remembered the path led to the park. Floramon felt the environment change, into one filled with trees and freshly cut grass. It was quiet, and a little secluded. The playground equipment was a distance away with a few children running around happily. But he was able to hide himself in the setting, and some how blend in. Like a bush, or a tuft of grass. Vergil sat against a tree, drawing his knees up so his forehead could rest against them. He wrapped his arms around his legs, concealing his face. His Digimon watched without comment, she only sat near him looking somber as he attempted to hide himself from the world once again.

[Yu Jie Xianlao]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/17zvqh.png] Lucemon didn't like it one single bit. His angelic eyes rested on Yu Jie as he followed behind his partner. Something about the way that the man held such a look of indifference spoke on many different layers to Lucemon and the child-like digimon wanted to do anything to break the uncomfortable silence. They didn't find the one they were looking for at the school like they were told, but they did get a little bit of information that would make it easier to find him instead of waiting another day. Lucemon frowned deeply as he wondered what was really eating at Yu Jie's mind. At the very least there was something he wasn't saying. The only thing that the little angel could guess was that it concerned the boy they were trying to track down. What did the people say he was? Knowledge. At least that's what Lucemon thought he remembered those weird scientist-y looking lab-coat wearing idiots mumbling about. Ever since Yu Jie had agreed to work with that horrible group of people, Lucemon noticed him acting weirdly. Not just weird, but bad. Really badly. Sure he went through a lot when his dad died (Lucemon still cried sometimes) and he was upset over the nature of his birth, but Yu Jie was better before all this craziness. Or maybe that was just what Lucemon wanted to believe. Either way, Lucemon didn't like it one single bit. His eyes took in his surroundings before going right back to watching Yu Jie walking ahead of him. Sometimes Lucemon liked to lag behind a little so he could keep an eye on his partner without taking any grief for it. "What is it?" Yu Jie's voice was somewhat soft as he asked the question openly. The young man didn't bother to stop walking or even glance back at Lucemon, as was normalcy when asking someone a question. Lucemon was startled at being addressed and couldn't seem to muster up a response. He didn't want to let himself understand what it was that Yu Jie was asking him, so he suddenly stopped walking and looked up to his partner confused. Yu Jie continued walking for a short distance before stopping, though he still didn't turn around as he began to speak once more. "What is it?" Yu Jie repeated slowly, "Something has you staring a hole in the back of my head. What is it?" Normally Yu Jie didn't repeat himself so many times. "I don't like this," Lucemon replied timidly, not really wanting to say as much to his partner. There was much more to it and he knew he was going to be asked to continue, so Lucemon drew in a breath weakly and continued, "DEATHS. I don't like them. I don't even like you with them. What made you like this? I know you weren't always..." Lucemon's voice dropped off. He had said too much, he realized rather sharply as Yu Jie glanced over his shoulder. The look was all he needed to tell him he had made a grave mistake. Lucemon cast his eyes down and began to walk again, resigning his words to Yu Jie's wishes. It always was best to just drop it when he got into such a mood, Lucemon knew from years of experience. They continued on their way in silence. Lucemon felt a little better as they arrived in the park that some of the adults claimed children liked to stop in, though he still didn't want to be doing what it was he was doing. For the most part, everything in the park was relatively calm. Lucemon couldn't really spot anyone by the description which he remembered hearing, but he didn't really pay much attention while Yu Jie was speaking with the frustrating people. Yu Jie continued to walk, so his partner could only assume that he had spotted the one they were after. The assumption was confirmed as Yu Jie came to a stop before a boy who was sitting against a tree, hunched over his knees. Lucemon winced as Yu Jie nudged the boy with his foot and asked rather bluntly, "You Vergil Sudona?"

[vergil]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][bg=#000000] Floramon continued to watch her partner in silence. He seemed more withdrawn then before. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel his emotions that seemed to be well hidden inside the interior of his mind. So complex, that was what he was. A boy who wasn't the average teenager, he didn't fit with the usual stereotype and instead was the opposite of it. Vergil was someone who couldn't be figured out because he hid his secrets so well. She understood him, but just barely. Even though she spent all her life by his side she still hadn't completed the puzzle of his inner workings. Her split lips parted, as though she was about to say something. But then they closed as she watched his stiff figure remain unmoving. She felt a little unnerved, and even slightly disturbed by the sight alone. The Digimon worked hard not to get frustrated, using her remaining patience to allow Vergil to stay in that same position without being disturbed. Floramon had witness him do this before, she would just have to wait. They had about a hour until they would have to return home, so it would give him time to enjoy the peace and quiet. Vergil had always been drawn to areas like this, places with natural settings. He preferred the area to be desolate, giving him more time to think in peace. The boy licked his lips again, feeling them go dry as the minutes came and went. The emotions building up inside him remained suppressed, but just barely. He would have to try to keep them that way as long as he could, as long as possible. And then when he was home, and locked away in his room, he would be able to let it out bit by bit. Vergil knew he was harming himself mentally by doing this, but it was like he didn't have a choice. Something inside himself was locked away, something precious to him, but what was it? He bit his lip, unaware that he was putting more pressure into the bite then he should have. But when the pain came it offered him a bit of comfort, it was better then the other option. Some others would harm their bodies if they were in the same state he was. He tasted the coppery blood, and swallowed. "Vergil?" Floramon said, sounding timid. The Digimon didn't get a response. But she had expected that. She waited for a few more seconds before continuing. She knew the boy was listening, he always did listen to her. One of the things she liked about him. Floramon blinked slowly, and then started to talk. Her voice was soft, but started to harden as she grew more serious. "You've been thinking about that company, DEATHS," she said in a matter-of-fact way. He didn't reply, but he started to think about what she said. Vergil had been thinking about it lately, that company that he was told to have helped 'create' him. He had wondered if it was their fault that he turned out this way. He continued to keep his face hidden, but he put on a thoughtful expression. His forehead rested against his legs, as he closed his eyes. "Let's review," Floramon said. "DEATHS stands for deprehend and examine advanced technology for human society. Pretty odd name for a company who wants to help us. We have been studying the organization so far, and we haven't came up with much. Which is pretty hard to believe. With so much knowledge offered we can come to notice that it's repeating the same thing over and over again. It's a little creepy, to tell you the truth. The people and their partner Digimon who run the organization are all mysterious, and even a little ominous." There was a short pause as she took a few breaths before continuing. "It takes a sharp eye and a observant mind to notice that they seemed to be repeating themselves. And I find it odd that they don't offer to help Digimon. Remember, it said human society, not human and Digimon society," Floramon continued. "The components that make up the organization are scientist, guards, and the ones who run the organization. But there are more, aren't there? Your father said that you... we are suppose to be apart of a team called Vanir. But when we searched for data on them we could hardly find a paragraph of reliable information. It's like they're a mystery, a secret of sorts. Meaning, the company must be trying to hide something, but what?" Vergil was thankful Floramon was on the same level of intelligence as he was. She was a curious Digimon who appreciated gaining knowledge. And she did have a point, perhaps they were hiding something. But he wasn't sure, he couldn't conclude anything. All he could do was make a hypothesis, he couldn't go any further then that. His resources were limited, and he hated that fact. So Vergil couldn't help but grow frustrated over time. "What I don't understand is why some don't notice it. Why not question the company? If you look at the facts and really study it you find yourself unable to comprehend the data," she whispered. "It makes no sense. It's like we know less then more. It's a little freaky." Floramon was about the continue, but she blinked when she heard the sound of feet meeting the ground. She also felt unsettled for some reason. She quickly made her way to Vergil before turning toward the strangers who were approaching. She placed a flowery hand on Vergil's shoulder as she whispered in his ear. She told him that a strange man and his partner were approaching, giving a good description in a few short words. Floramon raised her head away from his ear as she eyed the man and partner cautiously. She took a step back and away from her partner absentmindedly as she grew more intimidated. Also attempting to make Vergil move with her. The man was tall, with a lean and narrow build. She felt more uncomfortable each step he took toward them. When he walked closer to Vergil, who remained unmoving she watched as the man addressed him by his name. How did they know his name? Floramon's mind worked, but she couldn't come up with a decent answer. She snapped out of her thoughts once she heard Vergil yelp out in pain. The teenage boy quickly scooted away, holding his side. The foot that prodded him so rudely had managed to touch a sensitive bruise. Vergil's eyes tightly shut, and he continued to bite down on his lip. His Digimon gave a gasp, and hurried to his side. "Oh no, Vergil, I didn't know they hurt you there too!" Floramon whimpered. The plant and reptile-based Digimon went over to the boy's injured area, lifting up the shirt to reveal a bruise. This was larger then the other and a darker purple then the one on his face. Floramon continued to fuss over him, tears appearing at the corner of her large and expressive eyes. But he quickly sat up straight, pulling his hand away from the damaged skin to gaze up at the man. His Digimon quieted down as she read his body language. Floramon was able to read him like a book by movements alone, one reason why he could rely on her to speak for him on occasions. The Digimon gave a sniffle before raising her head to look at the man and Digimon. "Yes... he is Vergil, Vergil Sudona," she said, her voice breaking a little. "Who wants to know, if we may ask?"

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[Yu Jie Xianlao]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/17zvqh.png] Lucemon's eyes went wide at the sight of the boy. Someone had done a rather good job of roughing him up for one reason or another and Yu Jie managed to irritate it. As much as Lucemon wanted to say something of the matter, he knew how much Yu Jie would want him to stay quiet now that they were attending to 'business'. It had always been made painfully clear to the angelic digimon that he should hold his tongue when it came to actually acting out whatever that stupid DEATHS group asked of Yu. Just the name brought an intense and woeful hate to the front of the digimon's mind. And Lucemon didn't like to feel so negatively all the time. Meanwhile Yu Jie was sizing up the boy and his partner. Pathetic to be certain, but he would have to look past that for now. Yu didn't want to work with people, much less children (perhaps it was crude to say children considering Yu Jie was only nineteen himself and this boy was only a simple three years younger). To Yu Jie anyone sixteen and under was a child though because it seemed as if the gap between that and eighteen was so immense it was hard to cross. At least that was how it was to Yu, and what he thought became a law in its own. Narrowed eyes in irritation, Yu Jie smirked slightly when the blond recoiled from his nudge. They looked like lost animals in a world of fears to Yu Jie. The boy must have often been abused in school, which sucked even the dark humor from Yu's eyes and smirk. People were cruel and foolish creatures that often destroyed each other in their earlier years for no reason at all other than the need to feel better than the rest. Bullies were soulless creatures. The young man pushed some of the hair from his face and muttered, "Stop acting so jumpy you stupid weed. If you cower when faced with what may be an adversary you won't get mercy. You'll get crushed." The warning was somewhat kind for Yu Jie in the sense that it was a kind of advice, though most would think it nothing more than cruel words from a cruel person. Lucemon looked up to Yu Jie in awe, seeing the kindness behind his rough facade. It was peculiar and heart-warming to see a fractured section of what was once the best person he ever knew in the hollowed out shell his mother and his origins made Yu to be. Secretly, Lucemon still prayed that someday he would see the person he used to when he was young: a lovable boy with a bright heart and unending intelligence. Was Lucemon only dreaming empty dreams, he wondered frequently to that extent. The angelic digimon knew he shouldn't speak yet, but he pulled free a little handkerchief and scooted over towards the floramon to hand it over rather meekly. It was the only thing he could offer to the ailing partner of the boy who looked to be in so much pain, but he still hoped it was a slight comfort. The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Yu Jie, who rolled his eyes and let out a slight noise of irritation. Weak little Lucemon would always be the same type of pest he always knew him to be, Yu Jie thought silently, so it was best to let this little piece pass by without a mention. It was easier on him anyway because Yu was loath to argue when he didn't need to. Taking a slight breath, Yu Jie prepared himself for what he needed to say to the boy before him. To be rather honest, Yu didn't know how to go about saying what he needed to because of the nature of their uncomfortable connection. Who really wanted to talk to someone else who was created in the same twisted way that Yu Jie was? The memory made the young man want to shut off all of his thoughts for a while so he could stew in nothingness. But that wasn't to be, for he had come out today on a specific mission. Frowning deeply, Yu Jie began, "DEATHS sent me. I'm your leader and you're going to have to report to HQ soon. Unless of course you want to pick now to grow a spine and say no?" As always, Yu Jie came across as an uncaring person and the hints of kindness behind his cruelty disappeared entirely. Lucemon looked to his partner with concern and a heavy-hearted sadness that seemed to permeate his being. In a moment of despair, Lucemon walked back over to Yu Jie, having finished his kind gesture towards floramon, and leaned against his partner woefully. Soon the digimon had buried his face in Yu Jie's clothing, feeling sick and dirty for the position he always found himself in lately.

[vergil]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][bg=#000000] Floramon gulped as the stranger surveyed them. He seem to be taking in their physical attributes. She had a feeling he would think her partner was weak by his appearance alone. Vergil was also considerably small, lean muscles being the building blocks of his structure. And his fair skin displayed his injuries too well. She was slightly mortified over the fact that she couldn't protect him. But those bullies ambushed them where no one could hear or see the struggle. And their Digimon were much more stronger then her. Lowering her gaze she felt herself grow angry at her own mistakes. She should have been prepared for something like this to occur. It happened before, but every time she couldn't do anything to prevent him from getting hurt. Floramon was a obedient Digimon to Vergil, she always had been since she was little, following her partners lead. And every time the bullies would come he told her not to get involved. And she was forced to watch him suffer. Floramon gave a whimper, fresh tears starting to slide down her cheeks. Vergil inclined his head, but the stoic expression on his face didn't change. He allowed his gaze to travel up and down once before he looked up at the man's face. Who was this guy? He still had no idea how the elder male knew about his name. There were plenty of ways how someone could be informed of him but this felt a little more different. Something about the adult didn't feel right. He didn't respond to being called 'stupid weed' , he had been called worse truth be told. But his lips did twitch slightly downward in response to the insult. It also sounded, to him, like advice that was masterfully hidden behind those words and tone of voice. Vergil didn't bother to come up with a reply, waiting patiently for the man to continue. He must have been here for some reason. And he couldn't help but be curious about what the man's objective was. The stranger didn't seem to want to cause him any harm like the others, so he didn't move from his current position. Floramon watched the one-sided conversation before she noticed Lucemon. She identified pity in those light blue eyes, and she bowed her head and averted her gaze. Still feeling a little embarrassed she sighed. And as she raised her arm in attempt to wipe away her tears she saw something in the corner of her vision. Blinking, she looked up to see Lucemon so kindly offering a handkerchief. Never before offered such a thing from another Digimon Floramon stared at it for a moment, a little confused by the gesture. She blinked once and then twice, before accepting the item and wiping away her tears with the soft fabric. "Thank you," she murmured. Vergil looked side-ways at them, seeing his Digimon smile and watch Lucemon retreat to his partner's side. In her hand she grasped the handkerchief keeping it close to her body. She blinked slowly toward the other Digimon's direction, which she usually did when she liked someone or something that caught her attention. He looked back toward the other male again. It looked like he was about to say something. Both the teenager and his Digimon listened to him, and in unison both of their eyes widened. Vergil's lips parted as he felt himself stiffen., and his pulse seem to quicken. Floramon reaction was a little more animated. She gaped and then she started to sputter before she finally starting to pronounce her words so they were coherent. "What? DEATHS? Now, here, you- what?" She paused, and gulped. Floramon glanced at Vergil, only seeing him still appear surprised by all of this. He then looked away, appearing to be severely annoyed. The Digimon knew she should be the one to speak until Vergil came up with a reply. She would have to pick out her words carefully. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply as she forced herself to be calm. Floramon stared straight up at the man. "Your our leader? And we are to report to DEATHS Headquarters soon?" Floramon deadpanned. She was about to say something else when she heard Vergil give a whimper. Surprised, she turned to look toward him. Tears were starting to appear out of the corner of his eyes as he muttered a few sentences under his breath. Floramon only grew more worried, she hadn't seen Vergil like this many times before. It was actually rare to see him displaying such emotion in front of someone. "Not now... I already have so much to deal with, now this. I can't handle all of this," he whispered. Floramon moved closer to her partner, raising the handkerchief she used it to wipe away his own tears. She felt terrible, he already had so much to do, and now his plans were interrupted. And his life was already bad enough. She watched as Vergil closed his eyes, not moving away from her gentle touch as she tried her best to comfort him. She hardly ever saw Vergil cry like this, even if the tears had dried quickly. If it had been any other day he would have handled the news better, but now that he had already suffered from the abuse he was having a hard time. He then opened his mouth to breath in slowly before he narrowed his eyes suddenly at the other male. "No" he said simply. "I refuse. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go" He tilted his chin up defiantly after giving his answer. He could handle a lot of things, but this was something he couldn't. There was no way he was going to partake in this willingly. Vergil then gathered his remaining dignity and stood up, his hands holding onto the straps of his backpack tightly. He gave the man a once over before brushing past. Floramon watched this, and quickly followed her partner. She then stopped short. "Wait a second, Verg. I know this is a little much, but maybe... maybe we can learn why they think your a chosen child," she said. Vergil paused, looking over his shoulder as he spoke softly. "I am not a chosen child, I already told you that is impossible. They must have made a mistake." "Your trying to convince yourself again, Vergil Ross Sudona, will you not just sit still and listen for once," Floramon hissed. "We can actually learn about your origins." Vergil then closed his eyes. "Do I even want to know?" Floramon sighed and then gave a shrug, indicating that she had no idea what he wanted. He wasn't sure himself ether.

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[Yu Jie Xianlao]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/17zvqh.png] Such outward display of emotion made Yu Jie frustrated. These two, the boy and his partner, both acted like... like children. This was why Yu Jie never considered kids his age anything but children, he reminded himself with a slight sigh. At least he didn't start screaming or running about like a coward, though there was still time for that. It wasn't terribly surprising that he and his digimon seemed taken aback when they heard why Yu Jie was there, but no matter how much the boy fought Yu Jie would have his way. Or rather, the way that was chosen for him. The thought brought a sour taste to his lips and his frown deepened for just a moment. The history of all of the Vanir was one that wasn't appealing. Yu Jie wondered if what happened was entirely legal listlessly. Such thoughts uselessly faded away as the young man brought his stern gaze back to the child before him and his partner. The two seemed to have been fighting earlier about what needed to be done. To hear the denial of his request uttered by the broken little boy was a bit amusing to Yu Jie. He didn't usually see the broken trying to swim against the tide, but here was a boy trying to do just as much. Things would get easier if he would give up resisting and listen to the stupid weed of a partner Yu Jie thought with a stern expression. With all the pointless arguing that he was doing, Yu Jie wondered if he should just crush the child's hopes and emotions with a little bit of truth so they could just get on with it already. That might be the easiest way to approach the issue at least. Not like Yu Jie was ever shy about stepping on some toes. Soon there was a silence, for Floramon and Vergil had stopped exchanging words finally. Yu Jie took that as his cue to start in on the rant that would either further shatter the boy before him or start crafting him into the emotionless pawn of DEATHS. "You don't want to know your history. You're too much of a coward to handle it. Too much of a submissive weakling to so much as grasp why it was that everything has already happened and you'll have to live with it. You, Vergil, are a bastardized creation of DEATHS. We all are. No one as pathetic as you could have been born a chosen, so you would be pretty much right about them 'making a mistake' if you and I and the rest of us god-forsaken Vanir weren't special cases." The young man knew he was being too harsh, but his words just weren't for the sake of the weak child before him. Yu Jie didn't much care for self-restraint or any other emotional creation. Emotions were useless and only lived to ruin the one experiencing them. Gaze narrowed darkly, Yu Jie continued before the child could get in a word edge-wise. "Unfortunately for you, DEATHS does not make mistakes. We are their children and they know us well. The watched us. They raised us. They assured that we horrific creations would come to their doorstep when the time came. You're nothing more than one of the few of us that survived our pre-birth experimentation." "Yu!" Lucemon was suddenly hitting his partner's leg out of frustration. There were so many words that the digimon wanted to spew out telling his partner just why it was that he shouldn't say such awful things, but by the time Yu Jie looked down Lucemon had lost his drive. That cold stare that Yu Jie always gave him when he was being frustrating or irritating was a warning sign that he was pushing too hard. Too much more of that and Lucemon would seriously regret he gathered the courage to say anything. The digimon's eyes started to tear up a little and he forced himself to turn away from Yu Jie. The tears weren't just for the young boy and his partner that Yu Jie was verbally attacking, but for all the truths in Yu Jie's life that he wished weren't there. Deep within the heart of the matter the fact still remained that Yu Jie was a product of a vile wanting, thus Lucemon too was a product of the same. It made him feel dirty. The digimon let his shoulders sag as he thought about it with more depth. He wondered how Yu Jie handled being such a creation all the time without going out of his mind. Certainly he used those stern and unforgiving emotions as a cover...? Lucemon felt his emotions begin to spiral. Who was he to get upset at Yu when he was just coping with his damage in the best way he knew how? Lucemon wondered if he should try harder to please Yu Jie and hopefully bring him a little peace, if only for a time. Yu Jie bent his attention back to the task at hand while Lucemon turned away to think of who-knows-what. He wasn't really done saying all the horrible things he wanted to, but there was one point he had yet to make and it was an important one. "If you really think you can, you can tell me no and insist you won't ever face your birth and your duties as a Vanir, but if you choose that you've got to do one thing. Fight me." The deadly steady and stark tone that Yu Jie used let everyone know he was nothing if not serious. Lucemon froze, his wings twitching slightly at the concept. The digimon didn't want to fight, especially not with the two characters before him who looked so lost in their lives.

[vergil]

[atrb=width,450][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][bg=#000000] Vergil stood his ground, not taking his eyes off Floramon as the man started to speak. His lack of expression was still there, but the look in his eyes told his Digimon that he was clearly thinking. Like many times before when he wanted to gain useful data, he would allow the words to enter his mind. He would break them apart and digest the knowledge just like food in the stomach. He was someone who could learn using touch, sight and hearing. While most could only learn things efficiently one way, he was able to absorb knowledge in multiple ways. And most of the time he was eager to learn, but he never really showed it to his mentors. Vergil wasn't sure if he was eager to learn about this touchy subject. He didn't know if he could handle it now. He felt so unprepared, so caught off guard that his mind became bustled with thoughts. He was asking questions in his mind, yet when he parted his lips no voice would sound them out. Vergil swallowed anything he wanted to say, because now, he was afraid he would say something unnecessary. The insults came, yet he didn't do anything to defend himself from them. He knew it was true, he deserved to be called such things. And he seem to droop a little, his head bowed and his shoulders slanting as he allowed them to relax. Vergil still didn't speak, not wanting to voice his opinion about such a important subject for once. But even if he kept his silence that didn't mean his Digimon would for long. He knew after raising his gaze to look from the ground to Floramon that she was livid. It had taken her a while to realize that she was the one being called a 'stupid weed' and not Vergil. She hated to be insulted due to her easily becoming offended by the smallest things. Also she was a little embarrassed she didn't catch it right away so she could have come up with a snappy retort. I am not a weed, I'm a flower! She thought, giving a small huff. And she thought herself a pretty one too. Floramon looked down at the handkerchief before she folded it with her hands and crouching. She laid it on the ground and stood to her full height, her eyes staring straight at the two strangers. She noticed something odd about the pair, it was almost like they were incompatible. It was hard to describe but she could tell just by body language alone. Even though Floramon and Vergil had their differences they still could be called a good pairing. They both cared about each other, though Vergil did well to hide that fact. But it seemed like Lucemon was uncomfortable, and out of place in such a serious atmosphere as this one. Floramon also felt a little excluded herself. She didn't dawdle over it as she narrowed her eyes when the man continued to speak. It was like he was berating Vergil for his behavior by telling him about his creation- about their creation. The plant Digimon sensed that Vergil was having a hard time. This is such bull, she thought as her anger grew in levels. But surprisingly, she remained quiet. Vergil wished he could return home, he should have returned home instead of heading to the park. He wasn't aware that he would be meeting the leader of Vanir, if he had been though, would he have still went to meet such a person? He wasn't sure, but most likely he would wait until later. He liked to take his time with things, there wasn't any use rushing them when you can put them aside for a later time and date. He gave a wide eyed expression as he was challenged to a fight. But he would have to fight only if he refused. He had two options now; ether fight, or accept his position. Vergil bit the inside of his cheek, gnawing at the wet flesh as he thought for a moment. What to do? What should he do? After a few moments he opened his mouth. "I..." He started. "Wait, wait, wait just a second," Floramon interrupted. The Digimon hopped up and down in attempt to get her partner's attention. Once he finally shifted his gaze from the other Vanir to her he was greeted with a roguish smile that appeared on Floramon's lips. "Before you speak, give me a chance to talk, okay? Ladies go first," Floramon chided. "Plus, I'm the dominant one of this relationship when it comes to conversation and communication. Even though you tell me what to do doesn't mean I'm all passive and stuff. So I shall be doing the talking." The plant Digimon gave a breath before speaking at a level volume. "Now, I know this is all serious and stuff, but let's try not to darken the mood, seriously. The negative side, Vergil, is that your some how related to the pompous ass over there. Who totally needs to get a stick out of his behind. That would be much appreciated, sir. But, we now know where you come from! No need to make anymore fruitless efforts to find out." Vergil blinked and shut his mouth, allowing the Digimon to speak her mind. He saw Floramon smile brightly at him as a glimmer of amusement showed in his blue eyes in response to what she said. His lips also twitched, but he bowed his head slightly to hide them. His Digimon was always able to ease the tension of the area when she tried hard enough. "And they didn't raise us. Unlike you, Mister 'I'm so emo', he has a mother who loves and cares about him. She gave birth to him, and she and his father created him. I don't give a damn what you say about his birth, she suffered pregnancy and giving birth and allowed him to be brought into this world," she ranted. "Hell, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here, and he wouldn't ether. I doubt such a women would allow his son to be in Vanir, so Vergil, don't you get it?" Vergil's eyebrows seem to draw together as he put up a thoughtful expression. He knew how the reproductive cycle worked, so then how could he end up becoming a chosen child? His father and mother paired up, mated, and created him. But how did they know he was a chosen child? He should have been a normal child, and then he remembered his father's words that at first he didn't understand. "You have to understand this, son. You received something special before you were born... Like a little present" He at first thought it was his Digitama. Every child received one and their item before or after their birth. He blinked once and then twice before it suddenly dawned on him. Didn't the man say pre-birth experimentation? "They didn't..." he muttered. "Bingo!" Floramon "Mother doesn't know, I know that. Does that mean Father..." Vergil gasped, a look of horror crossing his features. Floramon gave a humorless laugh, before her expression suddenly changed into a enraged one. "That dirty bastard." Floramon turned toward the two others. "And I can't believe you condone such behavior. You actually expect us to give in so easily? Well, sweetie, you'll have to fight us and make us submit. And you'll pay for that little rude remark. I may be a stupid little 'weed' now, but one day I'm going to be as pretty as a flower. I'll prove it, be sure of that." Vergil was still for a moment, before finally raising his head and taking a step forward. Both partner and Digimon stood beside each other, ready to stand up against the odds.

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[Yu Jie Xianlao]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/17zvqh.png] He almost wanted to laugh. Yu Jie's eyes danced with the dangerous collections of emotions that were always roiling just beneath the surface and the one thing he wanted to do more than anything else... was laugh. This child and his digimon surely did put on quite a show, but nothing they said mattered. No matter how they tossed this idea about in their little heads it would never bring them closer to resolution. Was everyone so foolish as to rail against the very nature of their birth? Were the other chosens anything like this one frustratingly idiotic boy? Yu Jie ran a hand through his hair and took in a deep breath. Vergil contined to battle his reserves silently while his pain of a digimon decided it was time to take over the conversation. Pushy pushy, Yu Jie thought with a slight roll of the eyes. The floramon began to say a few things of which she clearly didn't understand and Yu Jie wasn't in any mood to correct her. The facts of the matter were that whatever idiotic insults she felt she needed to place on him were nothing. They meant nothing, they harmed nothing. Yu Jie didn't think that he could care less what she said about him because he had already had the life he would lived picked out for him and he wasn't going to deviate. To push away from the truths of your birth would only leave you broken and despondent, like this child was sure to be by the time Yu Jie was done with him. Crossing his arms, Yu Jie waited until the pair had completely finished their little rant. They thought he was some monster surely, but that wouldn't be justified until after the fight. He would have to assure they suffer, not for the headquarters and not for the sake of the Vanir, but for the sake of his own sanity. It had been too long since his last fight and Yu Jie was done just taking words for a while. He wanted the pleasure of defeating a foe. Making someone so pathetically weak that they have to beg for him to spare them. That was the only thing of his job that Yu Jie actually accepted and would 'condone'. The all too close memory of floramon saying that brought a twisted smile to Yu Jie's lips. The slight laugh that ensued forced Lucemon to glance back at Yu Jie. Lucemon's eyes filled with worry as he drank in Yu Jie's expression. The little angelic digimon almost wished desperately that he hadn't seen the same expression before, but that was a lie. Such a look of distortion and corruption like the exact same one that was on his face the first day back at his mother's house. It was so pleasant with his dad that Lucemon wondered what he could have been if he could have only stayed there. Maybe Lucemon wouldn't be so detestable to him. Maybe they would have been... happy. A sudden and unexpected anger came to the surface and Lucemon turned in a rage towards floramon. Once soft eyes full of sadness were now concentrated conveyance of just how upset Lucemon really was. He didn't have any words for the sudden need to protect Yu Jie, but he would stand beside his partner when he felt like he was being wronged. "How dare you..." Lucemon started, his voice shaking with the pure intensity of his anger. There was so much more he needed to say, so Lucemon tried to take a calming breath to continue. "Don't you call him names. You don't know one single thing about him. He doesn't 'condone' this behavior. He isn't some monster like you make him out to be! So just shut up about things you don't know anything about, alright!?" His fists were balled at his sides and he was shaking. This was the first time that Lucemon had really allowed himself to get so upset. There was still more to be said though, "You want to know what makes Yu so different than Vergil? Nothing! They were both used as babies. They were both carted off to London for 'special' trips so they could be 'raised' properly." "If you want to say all that shit about someone you don't even know you can face me about it. I'll fight you!" Lucemon hated fighting. Yu Jie looked down on his digimon, all traces of amusement having left his face. He wondered silently why Lucemon would chose to do such a think when he clearly wasn't worth the breath it took to gather all of those words. He brought his gaze back up to the other two before him, waiting to see how they would react to such a thing.