Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) [Naoko/Raspberyl]

An extremely short-sighted Digimon for a librarian? This seemed like a risk to Yukiko, but she was ready to count her blessings in this endeavour. Catching on to Naoko's intention, she did her best to emulate D'Arcmon's tone of voice.
"Y-y-yes, we need to know if everything is in order with that one."
Thank goodness that D'Arcmon was a nervous wreck too.

Lucemon narrowed his eyes behind his spectacles, which looked almost comical.
"A discrepancy in that case?"
He groaned, and looked through the folders on his desk.
"Good luck with that. That case is *made* of discrepancies, like all cases Lisa starts to get rid of people who are in her way."
That...was unexpectedly direct.

Lucemon rolled his eyes behind his spectacles, and began typing on his computer.
"A copy too? Sheesh, that means filling out a copy warrant. I'm going to need your full names so I can write down when and what I copied for you. I follow the traditional data security laws, so you can bet no unwarranted third parties will come upon them. Here, have the file while I pre-fill most of the warrant."
He pushed a paper folder into the direction of the two while he was typing away at his computer. There was a stamp on it saying "Not for public use", which had been crossed out with a black marker.

Lucemon pulled down his spectacles, revealing his tiny beady eyes.
"Do you want a copy now or not? Do I have to delete all this typing then?"

The folder contained perfectly preserved court documents, each page fit into its own, acid-less foil. It contained minutes, proceedings, persecution, and a drawing of the court. The accusations that were laid at Abigail Williams' feet was Conspiracy Against The State. She was accused of planning to topple the Luminas government to allow Virus types to rule the heavens. Evidence was found in her home incriminating her of this, including a document printed on paper manufactured in the Dark Area, and pieces of a Devimon's digicore, likely to force-digivolve Rookies into slave soldiers.
The minutes of the case featured handwriting mirroring the kind found on the outside of the folder, implying that Lucemon wrote them down. In red someone had written various comments, telling him to change things and delete things. In one spot he was to write that Abigail was "frothing with rage and madness when the glorious Lisa managed to point out the discrepancies in her arguments", rather than Abigail just slouching on her chair and saying "We both know this is bullshit, but I know you ain't listening to me." as it had happened in reality. All statements of Bean were to be deleted, as he took Abigail's side and said she had no plans of conspiracy. All in all, it was clear from the red comments and the content of the minutes that Abigail was innocent. Yukiko looked up.
"Uh, Mister Lucemon, who wrote the red comments?"
"Lisa, who else? She tells me to alter the court documents to fit her narrative."
He took his spectacles and cleaned them.
"Like hell I'm going to alter my beloved documents. The very idea of altering events and history fills me with revulsion."
He dry-heaved to make a point.

Lucemon nodded, and continued typing.
He aknowledged the rising anger in Naoko with a simple nod.
"Usually, Lisa is much more subtle about it, but she did not feel the need to give her sister that courtesy. That's why she told me to edit everything. Like hell I would."
"Aren't you scared she will punish you?"
Yukiko was upset, too, but she did not have the seething anger of Naoko, not having the personal sting to this affair.
Lucemon took off his spectacles and gazed into the distance.
"I am one of the seed of Lucemon, the traitor, the Demon Lord of Pride. My kin are bound by his tainted blood, every base of my digital genes is etched with his evil. Every night I see his deeds in my dreams, get to feel his monstrous deeds on my own body. Every day I do not occupy my mind I feel his voice whisper into my brain, telling me to give in at last, to carry my heritage with pride. Every day I live in defiance to him is torture worse than anything Lisa could do to me."
There was an awkward silence, then he put on his glasses again and spoke as if nothing had happened.
"Also if she kills me she loses access to the archive, as it is bound to my Digicore. Would you care to sign this?"
He then held out a notepad with paper on it.

Lucemon nodded, put the warrant into a drawer on his deck, then materialized data in his palm, creating a copy of the case folder.
"Here you go. Careful out there. I'd loathe for someone to die just because I'm indifferent to our kind and loving ruler."
He spat out the words "kind" and "loving", but his concern seemed genuine enough under his sardonic voice.

They had the folder, now all they had to do was to get out of here. Getting past D'Arcmon was easy enough...but chances are by now someone had noticed PawnChessmon and would be trying to get him out.
"H-h-h-how are we going to get back to Bean?"

Yukiko gulped, and nodded.
"O-o-o-ok, I'll let Bean know we're coming back..."
She looked at the ring, squinting. She rubbed the gem on it, and a small hologram of Bean appeared.
"H-h-h-hewwo?"
"Ah, Mr. Bean! W-w-we got the folder! We just need to find a way out!"
"Oh! That's wondewfuw news! I am fowevew in youw debt! Pwase, be cawefuw! We wiww be waiting fow you out hewe!"
The hologram vanished, and Yuki took a deep breath.
"Ok, let's go."

Naoko's concerns were more than valid. A small squad of White PawnChessmon was trying to free their brethren from the room it had been locked in. Just sneaking past seemed impossible.

Yukiko looked carefully. Then she whispered to Naoko.
"Maybe a rock works, let me try it..."
She rummaged through her pockets and found another rock. She threw it at the other end of the hallway. As expected, the PawnChessmon noticed...but they just sent one to look, while the rest remained. This tactic truly only worked with single persons.
"Ah, it appears we must use the Ocean after all. You throw it, you have better fine motor skills and aim than me."
She gave the heart to Naoko. It was warm and soft, like a warm gem, and soundlessly pulsated.