Dear Sister, Dear brother [Carlos]

Afternoon in Terminus. Having spent a rather busy week exploring the place and learning about themselves the duo of Carlos and Dio decided it was a good idea to leave everything behind and go back to the Earth for a bit to regain their bearings.

Thing was they didn’t know where to go to find their exit, so they were now travelling around the station looking for a map. They soon would find one, but their attention shifted quickly to the pair using said map at the moment, two digimons similarly looking to a normal guilmon…except for the obvious fact they were heavily armored and chained, looking no unlike escaped prisoners.

One of them was white and the other black, but other than that they were an almost exact copy of each other. Something about their twisted appearance gave Carlos goose bumps and even sent a cold chill through Dio’s back.

The fairly unnerving figures kept swiping through the map’s display, as if lookjng for something in particular. Whatever the case, is was enough to make the small megalomaniac glower at the two chained digimon, almost starting to charge towards them had he not been stopped by Carlos.

“Dude, don’t! Remember what happened last time.” Carlos said, putting a hand on the imp’s shoulder to keep him from doing something dumb.

“Yeah, remember how it turned out well for us?” He asked back.

“I mean…” He paused for a moment, trying to think of a counter argument, before shaking his head. “…ok fair point, but we got really lucky that time, you shouldn’t be so antagonistic all the time, who knows if the next digimon you anger has as many anger issues as you?”

“Tch, fine!” Dio conceded, his angry expression softening and turning into one of mere annoyance. “Not my fault if these walking tin cans are so slow.”

The man had to hold the urge to slap his partner on the back of his head for saying that. The last thing he had to be doing was insulting random digimon on the street. That was a one way street to a doctor, no doubt. Still he waited in place for them to move on so they could all do the same, hoping they wouldn’t have heard Dio’s jab at their appearance.

Of course, of course the two odd digimon would have heard the partners talking about them behind their backs. And judging by the silent glares they shot, they probably had heard Dio calling them “tin cans”.

“God damnit, I told you to be quiet!” He said in an exasperated whisper, but before he was able to do anything else, the creepy twins turned around and approached the duo, not saying a word.

“Uhh, Dio?” While Carlos’ tone was one of worry, his partner didn’t seem too concerned, though he did keep his eyes locked on the two armored digimons, waiting to see what would be their next move.

“Stay calm.” He ordered, standing his ground.

What the two of them really weren’t expecting was the two chained up creatures to start…circling around them, just out of their reach, like a couple of wolves closing in on a wounded deer, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce and rip its throat open. While that mental image certainly made Carlos and Dio a bit anxious, they did their best to not let it show, even if their figures tensed a bit and they locked eyes with the circling guilmons.

The odd questions coming from the two certainly took them by surprise, however.

“…creature?”

“They mean you, dumbass.” The impmon said in annoyance, never once looking away from the close (possible) threat. “Well duh, have you been living under a rock? He’s a human, my… partner.” He said, somewhat hesitantly, remembering what he had learned from K last time. If he wanted to get anywhere, he had to start healing the gap between him and Carlos…as obnoxiously cheesy as that sounded.

“Yeah, that’s me alright. Name’s Carlos and you two are…?” He asked somewhat tentatively.

As much as they did a good job hiding it however, the duo couldn’t help but be weirded out and a bit unnerved by the two siblings. Their odd mannerisms, the way they referred to each other as “dear”, how they didn’t seem to even know what a human was, they just felt like they didn’t belong here. And judging by the way other passerby shot uncomfortable looks at them every so often, that was probably a good assumption.

And yet, Dio couldn’t help but feel odd about them, not only because how out of place they acted, but he almost got a sense of déjà vu from them.

Even as the twins sat in front of them and seemed to relax ever so slightly, none of the partners lowered their guard. The almost malevolent air surrounding the other two was certainly still permeating their vicinity after all. Even if they did answer his question and revealed their names, Yin and Yang.

They were certainly fitting names, that much he could say. Two sides of the same coin, two drops of water, almost the same but not quite exact copies. Knowing how digimon worked, Carlos wouldn’t have been surprised if they had some sort of psychic link between them or something similar. Which didn’t really justify their slightly odd way of answering…though at the very least that was consistent with their other oddities.

“Council?” Carlos asked, curious.

“The big bad angels running things above. Remember what K said about the “bright lords”?”

“Oooh right, I remember: the “horribly corrupt individuals”. How could I forger?” He said, making some air quotes with his hand as he did so. Yeah, suddenly he felt even more in danger just for talking with these two, the council sounded like a rather shady bunch of individuals with only their own interests in mind…and if what he heard recently was right, probably also a general hatred for Virus types.

And if these two worked for them Carlos had no doubt it was probably as some form of enforcers, bodyguards…or perhaps even hit men (hit mon?).

The imp meanwhile couldn’t focus on the disdain he was starting to feel for these two Council hounds, as he felt just a bit threatened when they suddenly shifted their attention to him, their slit like eyes locked onto him. He didn’t let it show however, as he folded his arms trying to look as smug as always.

“Dio would be the name given to me by my partner.” He said, cocking his head towards the human. “But for you two it’s The Dark Lord Dio.”

“What did K say about your hubris?” Carlos chimed in, his tone almost a joking one.

“Tch, let me have this one, will you?”

While the twin’s laughing was enough to sent cold chills down Carlos’s spine, Dio didn’t seem to nonplussed. At the very least, they didn’t seem to think too highly of the people in power, so they clearly weren’t mindless drones like many a other zealot like angel. That was almost good enough to mildly redeem them in Dio’s eyes, even if he wouldn’t think too positively of them, they were still Luminas soldiers and or workers after all.

That was at least before they started rather gleefully talking about their killings of other “dark lord”. And by the sound of it they seemed almost proud of the fact, even going so far as to suggest that Dio was related to the one they had slain.
It was honest to god both creepy and chilling to hear…but not nearly as chilling as the effect their words had on Dio.

“What. Did. You. Just. Say.” He said, his right hand lightly glowing ominously with energy and heat.

He had barely raised his voice, but the intensity behind the words, the sheer energy and pressure exuding out of him, the relentless amounts of pure hatred in his eyes made his current mood painfully clear. So much so that it actually frightened Carlos almost more so than the other two. He had never seen his partner get this angry before.
The imp took one step forward, his whole being trembling with rage.
“Who was it? Why…why would you do that? What could your filthy masters possibly gain from that?!” He demanded an explanation, every question he asked making his tone get progressively more aggressive and angry.

“Dio, please…calm down…” The man begged, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. While he completely understood his partner’s reaction, he knew he couldn’t let him try to enact revenge there and then. It was too dangerous for him, plus the city security forces would lock them all up for causing what would probably be an immense amount of trouble with their fight.

“They brag about butchering my own and you have the gall to tell me to calm down?!” The imp asked angrily, looking at the human in the eyes. The imp’s own eyes were filled with both an immeasurable amount of rage…and pain. Carlos couldn’t help but feel for the little guy.

“Listen, I understand what you’re feeling, but attacking them won’t get us anywhere this time. And you know it.” He said calmly, the angered digimon simply staying quiet, seemingly considering his point for once. As much as he hated to admit it, he was right, this wouldn’t get him far.

Plus they did raise a good point, even if it was almost surely in a mocking jest. The last thing they wanted was to get on the Angels’ bad side, both for their sake and everyone around them. So as much as he hated it he relented for a bit, his hand no longer glowing as he turned away from the twins with an angry huff. Carlos sighed, both relieved and exasperated. If only they had simply ignored the twins and gone their way…

As he waited for his partner to finish calming down, he figured it wasn’t a good idea to keep the twins waiting for answers to their own questions.

“I mean I know one or two other humans that could be of interest but-“

“But we rather not share any information with a bunch of Council goons!” Dio chimed in again, interrupting Carlos. He was not willing to let any of this go. “What do you need information for anyways?”

Dio glared at the twins in anger even as they seemed puzzled by his reaction, and all the while they tried to properly clarify themselves.

Their rather odd answers made the imp quirk a brow. A brother of their brood? Just what did they mean by that? Now that he thought about it, weren’t guilmon’s naturally Virus type? If so them working under the Council’s watch raised one or two questions, but he somehow doubted they would be able to answer them.

"Tch, so you're nothing but glorified attack dogs?"

As they continued talking, the small child demon found himself sighing a bit. Even if he disagreed with their methods, there was something about the matter of fact tone the twins used that made them…well not exactly likeable, but a bit more understandable. Like they said, it was just a job, nothing else, and they didn’t even bothered to question it. And knowing the Council, they really didn’t have much choice but to follow their orders or be deleted in the spot. So while Dio’s anger still remained, his blind hatred subsided considerably for the time being.

Still didn’t make their laughing any less off putting.

“Well technically there are considerably less humans walking around than digimon, so you’re not wrong.” The man said with a shrug, before adding, “I just don’t know many humans here to be perfectly honest. Sorry.” Granted he did know a lot more people outside the digital world, but somehow he felt it wasn’t a wise idea to mention Earth to these two just yet.
While he didn’t agree with Dio’s way of asking questions, he was a bit too shocked by their answer to really say anything.

Ah of course, good old patricide. With how shady these two were, Carlos would have been more surprised it wasn’t related to murder in some way.

Their answers and following explanation did raise a lot more questions, especially for Dio. An angel working with the Council. raising two guilmons of all things? That didn’t sound right, and judging by the plethora of chains, locks and metal adorning their forms, there was clearly more to that relationship than just a father-son/daughter thing. Though, judging by the wretched smiles they gave when mentioning their plans to murder him, that much was painfully obvious.

“I…see.” The man replied, unsure what he was supposed to say. Not everyone loudly shared their plans for murder like them. “And who’s your father, if I may ask? He…doesn’t seem all that pleasant to be honest.”

The last words really made the imp fall silent for a moment. If he were in their shoes, would he really be any different?

Then, out of nowhere, that single thought combined with the twins answers made the imp had a sudden, slightly terrifying realisation.

A brother of their brood, if he were in their shoes…slowly but surely the small imp started putting one and one together, arming the pieces of a twisted puzzle inside his mind.

He had heard tales of the old wars once, stories about digimons from opposite factions being abducted by their enemies, hidden and locked away somewhere deep into their territory. He heard of terrible experiments and similar gruesome treatments being performed on the prisoners, twisting them, reshaping them, altering down to their very core, sometimes even going so far as to merge two different digicores together… or split a core into many other functional cores. All in an attempt at transforming them into living weapons to use against their former comrades.

“Two of me? ...wearing the armor?”

Dio had always dismissed such stories as fiction and half truths, a mere invention made to further fuel old grudges and hates between digimons of different attributes.
But now he couldn’t help but wonder, what if there was true to some of those horror stories?

What if these two were just another product in a long line of weaponized specimens?

At this possibility, his tone suddenly softened considerably, almost becoming downright sympathetic. “…just what did those angels do to you two?”

Once again, the twins took it all in stride, having a very matter of fact attitude towards the whole “attack dogs/wolves” thing.

Honestly, Yin and Yang’s complete obliviousness and curiosity about humans was almost endearing in a way. Had they been a bit less twisted and off-putting, Carlos would have probably chuckled at their thought of human laying eggs just like digimon did. Right now though the best he could manage was let out a nervous laugh.

“Heh, we’re not going extint, don’t worry. It’s just most humans don’t really visit this place, or even know about it…you could say I’m one of the lucky ones.” This place being the digital world of course, but Carlos still didn’t think it would be wise to let these two know too many details. Last thing he wanted was for the whole world to find out about digimon because of two armored reptiles walking around Shibuya in broad daylight.

“Yeah, I guess it’s a bit odd when you think it that way. Though I’m not exactly the only “odd” one, most humans around here seem to have a partner of their own.” He said, glancing around looking for a good visual example on any of the people walking by. Granted, there were just as many partnered humans as they were independent ones. If digimon could evolve and survive without the need of a partner, so could humans apparently.

That line of thinking did bring up another question in Carlos’ mind.

“What about you two?” He asked, glancing back at the two. “Are there…more like you?” He ask a bit hesitantly, worried he could accidentally touch a sensitive subject by asking that.

The duo frowned upon the mention of the twins’ ”father”, every single detail about him making him sound more and more like a rather unpleasant individual. A “member” of the Luminas Council, at least in name only, which was almost worst than being a fully fledged member. He seemed like the sort of seedy individuals either too incompetent for the Council’s grander schemes, or too low, or too rotten for even them to want any association with.

At the very least these two didn’t think too highly of him either, considering their tone and willingness to murder him…granted considering they didn’t seem bothered by their usual job in the slightest that was only to be expected.

The chained guilmons’ following answer however, was enough to make both human and digimon tremble slightly, an odd yet cold shiver crawling through their back.

“Broke us down.”   “Made us whole but not.”

That…could have meant a lot of things, all of them bad. But this and the chains and armor comment certainly led credibility to Dio’s previous theory of the war experiments. Their sheer confused tone was what really sold it. They seemed puzzled as to why Dio would be reacting in such a way to them. Clearly, the poor creatures were completely oblivious about their current state. And why wouldn’t they be? Probably neither Yin nor Yang knew any better.

The imp let out a somewhat sad sigh, shaking his head. “Whole but not, huh? Do you…remember anything before being broken?”