My Confession [Solo|Spirit Hunt]

It had been a tiring day, hadn't it? Amelie herself couldn't believe it; midterms were definitely scary exams, yet... among the tiredness, a sensation akin to satisfaction flowing through her body; her preparation had paid off, and she was more than confident on the results she would get from it.

In fact, even if her body was, by all means, exhausted, she was already thinking about taking a relaxing bath, get changed into a nice set of clothes and then have dinner outside or something; maybe even call Kanae, if she was up to it? Her friend had mentioned that she wasn't all that confident on her own results, but she had seldom, if ever, refused free food. Maybe that'd help her to cheer up a bit!

Those and many more thoughts coursed through her mind as she opened the door of her apartment and entered to the safety of her home. Sighing with relief after a long journey, she left her bags in one of the sofas before turning in order to get to the kitchen.

"Welcome home, Amy!" The brunette was frozen in her place. Just... who was the owner of that voice? It wasn't like anything she had heard before, so this wasn't a surprise visit from her family or anything of the sort. Was this... an intruder? Had somebody broken into her apartment? How could that be?

She immediately turned, and that was her first contact with her; a petite, raven-haired teenager, sitting at the living room's table while sipping from a cup of tea. The table was arranged for two people, a steamy cup already resting on the opposite side. That made the situation all the stranger; understandably, Amelie looked like she was in the process of freaking out.

"Who are you!? What are you doing in my apartment!? Get out!!" One thing was for sure; the brunette wasn't going to ask nicely given the situation they were currently in. This was an invasion!

However, this person didn't seem like they were going away any time soon; in fact, a small, yet vicious smile adorned her face for a second as she gazed at Amelie, her eyes expressing a combination of elation and disdain. Almost as if she were staring at a cockroach.

"Why don't you take a seat? It'd be a pity if the tea got cold. I insist."

Spellbound, Amy complied to the order and sat down next to the other cup. Why was she doing this!? Her eyes boiled with rage and resentment as they bore on the intruder's, who just seemed to enjoy the situation. Whoever this person was, it was obvious that she wasn't a human being. A holosuited digimon, maybe?

"Good, good." Another predatory, yet momentary grin graced the unknown girl's face, as a lazy index finger went through the rim of her cup. "From now on, I'll be living here. We'll be, as you humans like to call it, roomies." Air quotes and her mocking tone looked almost like a gesture to ascertain her victory. "And best friends. How does that sound?"

Now, Amelie's pysche was a mixture of ire and uncertainty. Indignation, and in a rush of adrenaline... she felt both freedom and terror. "Who, or rather... what are you? What do you want to accomplish with this? I'm just a—."

"Puny human. Yes, I'm painfully aware of the fact." Her voice was now commanding, and full of confidence. Games were over, it seemed? "Yet, you were chosen, long ago. And that's why you'll listen to what I have to say while drinking from that tea. I made it on my own, you know?"

A small, pregnant moment of silence filled the air before she continued.

"See. You weren't supposed to end in this situation. Remember the first time you had contact with a digimon? I know you became good friends with him, and also that you feel a certain amount of nostalgia every time you gaze at him. Do you know why?"

As if to create suspense, she took another sip from her tea, then gazed at the brunette with an expression that conveyed so much sadistic joy it was painful to watch. "He was supposed to be your partner. Alas, I had other plans."

That very moment, Amelie could only see red; the revelation and its implications were too much to bear. Willing every ounce of willpower, she stood up, and before she could notice it, was grasping the foreign girl's shirt, hot tears streaming down her face. All the misery her spirits had brought... it had all been this being's fault?

"You, you!!" The amount of rage the teenager was experiencing at the moment was a first-timer; one could almost say it was a step short of murderous. "Why did you include me in your sick games! Let me go!!"

For the first time, the shorter being seemed to be unamused at the development. And suddenly, a palm collided against the taller girl's cheek, prompting her to let go and just stare with a hurt expression. "And I thought I'd get a better reaction when giving you that instant of free will. That was disgusting. I see that the first trial you've gone through way back still isn't mistaken; you're still wanting. Now, if you would be so kind, can you sit down again so I can finish my piece?"

Those words were pretty much a mockery; even if the request had been uttered in what was obviously a fake sweet voice, Amy's body had taken it as if they were the harshest set of orders, retaking her seat diligently. "Before you ask about it; no, you don't have anything that made you special, besides the fact that you were about to get chosen by the Digital World but hadn't received your... digivice yet; I could've chosen pretty much anyone, and knowing you'd be such a failure, I would have probably done so. But that can't be changed, so I'll have to make do with you."

Another pause, yet another sip. "You probably are aware that your experiences in the Digital World hadn't been the nicest. Memory loss, random appearances, even sudden attitude and/or personality changes; you would be pretty dumb to not have noticed at least some of those. I was responsible for that, and for everything strange you might've thought about."

How implicit had it been; were even her current thoughts even her own? Considering how she was believing the tale despite how ridiculously outlandish it sounded, she was beginning to question that very notion. "I am the herald and you're the vessel of what's to come. And I have to say that you've been doing a horrendous job at the simple task that gathering the spirits should be; I am disappointed, and that's why I decided to come over, and have a more direct approach in the matters."

Unceremoniously, she placed a small, nondescript object on top of the table. Yup, it was what Amelie thought it was; momentarily, her expression was a mask of abject horror, something that the newcomer seemed to enjoy. "But don't worry~. You won't remember anything pertaining to this small conversation, besides the fact that I'm your new roommate. And that we'll have a lot of fun together."

Even if Amy wanted to reply, even if she wanted to scream, her body just wouldn't react. "Consider this spirit a gift, from me to you. Now, it's time to for a small nap. Bet you're tired."

One last grin was the last thing she saw; without warning, the brunette's body collapsed on top of the table, a soft thud signaling that no piece of the tea sea had been damaged by that careless act.

"Oh, by the way." Seemingly, the invader wasn't done speaking, even though by all intents and purposes the person she was talking to was unconscious. "I usually go by Ooi. Guess I forgot to introduce myself."

This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, wasn't it?